Hayden Panettiere Wants Kristen Bell Now - Sex Stories

Hayden Panettiere Wants Kristen Bell Now

It had been a successful season for Heroes, and the series had been renewed for the next season, so Kristen Bell couldn’t figure out why she was so depressed. She watched from the far end of the room as the rest of the cast and crew drank and caroused, or split into small, intimate groups, bragging about past conquests and future plans. Kristen pulled her arm around herself more tightly. She excused the action by telling herself that she was cold, which might have been only a slight exaggeration. Not for the first time, she regretted having chosen her gown before she had discovered the production company was throwing its celebration in an Alaskan hunting lodge, and her own stubbornness for not changing into something more appropriate, or at least warmer. Kristen had positioned herself carefully at the edge of the room where she could interact with anyone who might be inclined to engage her in conversation, but not so exposed as to be in the way of people moving from one tight group to another. She had no patience with the f***ed niceties that prevailed at these events. Part of her wanted to simply leave and return to her room, but part of her wished someone, anyone, would come and talk to her. Kristen slipped farther back into the shadow of one of the timber columns holding up the open-beamed ceiling and her body went rigid when she felt fur brushing up against her bare back. Glancing behind her, she let out her breath in a relieved sigh when she saw it was nothing more ...

... than one of the many stuffed game a****ls that had been pushed towards the walls to make room for the festivities. “Don’t worry, he won’t bite you.” Kristen gasped and dropped the glass from her hand as she spun around. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you,” said Hayden Panettiere. Kristen f***ed herself to restore the frozen smile she had been holding all evening. “I was just…” she stammered. “I wasn’t…” Finally, she took a breath and said, “It was just the fur. It’s silly.” “You dropped your drink,” said Hayden, warmly. “Can I get you another?” Kristen saw Hayden’s eyes sweep over her. She blushed in embarrassment to realize that Hayden probably thought her a fool for dressing in such a flimsy gown in the midst of an Alaskan night. “No, really, that’s okay,” said Kristen. She made a careless gesture at herself, tilted her head and grinned. “I don’t drink. I don’t have the body mass for it. One drink and you’d have to be mopping my vomit off the floor.” She blushed again, this time for her repulsive imagery. She expected Hayden to smile politely and leave, and was relieved when, instead, her young co-star smiled broadly. “I’d kill to have a body like yours,” said Hayden, “and you look like you were dipped in that gown.” She looked at the thin silk that was cut so cannily that it gave the impression that a warm, red liquid had been poured across Kristen. It had already run off from her shoulders, leaving them bare except for the thinnest of trickles flaring into two narrow ...