Manchester United

“Nicki? What are you doing here?”

When Ariana Grande let her into the apartment, she wasn’t crying, but there was smeared mascara all down her cheeks and she trembled like she was freezing cold. Nicki Minaj immediately put an arm around her. She held her lightly, squeezing her shoulders comfortingly, reassuringly. She figured Ariana needed someone to be warm and understanding after all she had been through.

“I heard what happened. I was a few countries over, but since this is Europe, that don’t mean a thing. I had to see how my girl was doing. How about it, little mama? You okay?”

“No! I’ve never gonna be okay!”

Nicki led the trembling girl to the kitchen of her hotel room. There was a washcloth hanging from the faucet. Nicki turned the tap on, wetted the washcloth, and used it to wipe the make-up from Ariana’s young face.

“I guess I wasn’t expecting you to be. Not right now, at least. That was some heavy shit that went down. It’d fuck anyone up. But you’re not alone. I’ve got you, boo. So even if you’re not feeling right, right now, let’s get you cleaned up. You’re out of tears. That’s good. Means you’re not holding it in. You let it out without crying yourself to death.”

“I couldn’t hold it in I wanted to. God, all those people…”

“Don’t think about that now. None of it’s your fault. Let other people worry about that shit; that’s their job. Right now, you’ve got to take care of you. Or at least let me do it, queenie.”

Ariana sniffled, close to a laugh. “I guess I don’t feel… so bad. Thanks, Nicki. You’re so… so kind…”

Nicki turned the tap back on. “Wash your face, girl. I’ll get you some hydration. And don’t thank me. You deserve some kindness and understanding after what you been through. I can’t say I’ve ever been quite where you’re at, but I’ve met some sick fucks in my time. Guys who really worked me over.” Nicki shook her head. “Getting over stuff that’s heavy as that is not gonna be easy. But I’m here for you. I got your back.”

“I feel like I don’t even deserve it,” Ariana cried. “Why should I still be around when people are dead? And why should I be feeling so bad? I wasn’t even hurt. I was lucky and I’m feeling sorry for myself…”

She broke down and wept as Nicki brought her a water bottle from the refrigerator. Nicki hugged her, so that her tears were flowing into Nicki’s full chest.

“There, there, baby girl.” Nicki hugged her tight and rubbed her back. “Don’t cry. I didn’t mean to set you off again. That’s the last thing I want to do, dredge that old shit up. Here we are and we’re alive and we’ve got each other, so relax and don’t think about a thing for now. Let me take care of you.”

She slid her hand down to Ariana’s young, firm thigh and stroked the tender flesh there. Ariana kept sobbing, but slowly became aware of Nicki’s hand moving around to rub the back of her thigh. Then it slid back up, under her skirt, until it rested at the border line between her bare thigh and her cotton panties.

Is Nicki going to touch me there? She wondered. Then she wondered if it would be nice for Nicki to finger her. She’d had sex before, and with the kind of big, well-hung guys that she and Nicki sang about in their music, but it usually left Ariana more sore than satisfied. She didn’t know if she could take that in her present state. But Nicki was always so soft and tender toward her, treating her like a kid sister or a little princess. Until now. And her hand felt so warm…

Ariana opened her legs, giving Nicki her invitation to touch her.

“Mmmm,” Nicki moaned as she touched her middle finger to Ariana’s sensitive lips. She stroked them with the pad of her finger, traced them with the fingernail, all before slowly wiggling the digit into Ariana’s folds, stirring up her heat and wetness in a way that Ariana would never have thought possible with how depressed she was feeling. Had been feeling.

“Poor baby,” Nicki cooed to her. ”Big momma wants to make you feel better, little girl. Wants to make everything alright for you. That cool, Ari? Or do you want me to stop?”

“Ummm… hnnuun… no. Don’t stop! You’re so nice and, and kind, and awesome. Not like anyone else I’ve ever been with.”

“Now, now. Let’s not invite anyone else over right now, dig?” Nicki chided her. “This is all about us. And it’s just for you. I’m gon make you feel right and your ass betta feel right, you hear?”

She leaned in and pressed her lips to Ariana’s. Ariana instantly responded, touching her tongue to Nicki’s, and Nicki sucked it into her own mouth. They embraced, still kissing, their bodies filled with a warm glow that each fed off the other’s feeling.

“You’re so good to me. And so pretty,” Ariana sighed. “God, you’re lovely. I wish I were hot like you.”

“Girl, why the fuck do you think I’m doing this? You’ve got it going on!” Nicki took hold of either side of Ariana’s buttondown blouse and pulled them apart slowly, the buttons plinking off one by one like popcorn kernels starting to pop in the microwave. The blouse opened up more and more, showing Ariana’s slender chest, her pert breasts in her tiny bra, not that she needed one for such delicately sized tits. “All day long, all night long!”

She leaned in until her head was inside of Ariana’s open shirt and licked her cute little tit, right through the bra. Then she sucked the other one, tenderly, lovingly, sexually. Ariana thrilled as Nicki—so experienced, so mature—caressed her, showed her all the things her kicky little body could feel. Her pussy ached already, not with pain but with hot need. It was quickly soaking wet and that felt good, but it felt bad how much better it could be.

She’s so good at this, Ariana thought. So tender, like she knows I’ve never done this before, but she still knows exactly what I like. Shit, I feel good all over. It’s incredible! I never thought I’d feel this good again… so excited… like all I want to do is FUCK!

Nicki licked down Ariana’s flat belly until she reached the waistband of Ariana’s skirt. She pulled it down, leaving Ariana’s panties bare, but those she didn’t remove. That seemed too invasive, too bold. Instead, she pulled the crotch of the underwear aside, exposing Ariana’s seething pussy. Nicki buried her face in it, lapping at her labia, her tongue tickling over its folds until she found Ariana’s clit, and then she sucked it into her mouth.

Her own pussy was as fiery as it was wet. It excited her, tongue-fucking this girl that was such a study in contradictions. So young and inexperienced and fragile seeming, but so beautiful and tempting and even kinky in how she enjoyed all of Nicki’s attentions. At the same time, Nicki kept thinking that Ariana’s girlish figure would someday blossom into something all womanly and curvy, but it was already so sexy, gorgeous, hot even in how short and slender the woman was.

Ariana writhed around, riding Nicki’s worshipful tongue as it sluiced in and out of her ripe pussy. It felt so good inside her, and from Nicki’s moaning, she must really enjoy the taste of Ariana’s cunt. At the same time, she clearly had experience eating pussy. It made Ariana feel all warm and fuzzy to know that despite Nicki obviously having had many female lovers before, she still savored Ariana’s sex. Just like Ariana was appreciating how the other woman bit her clitoris, pulling at it with her teeth and then letting it snap back into place.

“Oh! Oh! Holy shit, Nicki, my little pussy feels so good with you tonguing it that way!” Ariana sighed. “Please keep doing that with your tongue—suck my clit—suck it harder! MMMM! It feels amazing! I’ve never… never managed to make myself feel this way… not even with a vibrator!”

Ariana couldn’t believe she was talking so dirtily. Here she was in her hotel room after that horrible attack and she was squirming around with Nicki’s tongue in her pussy, moaning in ecstasy as her beautiful friend taught her all there was to know about lesbian love.

Nicki’s so good to me! She’s giving me just what I need… oh God, I’m being a total whore right now, but I don’t care. I love it! I love her!

“Nicki, please!” Ariana begged, her voice quailing as she came so close to an orgasm she didn’t know if she’d be able to take. “Please—I wanna eat you too. I don’t want you to stop loving me, but I want to be licking you too!”

Nicki shifted from down on her knees to flat on her back, sliding her shorts down her knees and patting her thick thighs, her wet pussy, like she was inviting a pet dog to sit on her lap. “Shit, girl, you don’t even have to ask! Get that pussy down on my face and start tasting my ‘jay. You think it’s dripping this way cuz I spilled a Zima in my lap?”

Ariana lowered herself down to Nicki, twisting her body around so that they could sixty-nine. She flicked her tongue over Nicki’s mons, across her sensitive clit, and Nicki gasped as she fed her tongue back into Ariana’s juicy cunt. And just like that, they were fucking each other with their tongues, groaning in ecstasy, sharing a sweet fever that burned in both of them.

They sluiced their tongues in and out of each other’s pussies, faster and faster, harder and harder, each one’s pleasure provoking the other’s, until finally they came together with a mutual howl drowned in each other’s flesh. As one, their cunts boiled, tightened, then jerked in release. They sucked in air flavored with the smell of each other’s orgasms as their own ecstasy racked their burning bodies. It was wonderful—delicious—love.

Not even thinking of the bed in the other room, Nicki rearranged herself alongside Ariana’s tight young body and held her tightly until they fell asleep in each other’s arms. They both slept soundly, feeling only bliss and warmth.