Paul Mall - Take A Toss With Tess

The doorbell rang.

On the brink of coming, Tessie didn't hear the doorbell. When she finally did, it took a few minutes for her to understand what the sound was. Then she panicked. Jesus, what if it is the Arlens she thought. No, they'd use their key. Becalm she told herself, be calm. Quickly Tessie shut off the film and donned her jeans, wetness staining the denim material. Her cunt-lips squished together as she walked to the door, and she called out, "Who's there?"

"Chris. I live downstairs."

"Oh! Just a minute." Tessie looked around the room, checking to see if there were any telltale signs of her actions, besides the obvious projector which she figured she could somehow explain away. Spotting the vibrator, she called out for him to wait again while she shoved the sex toy into her satchel.

She remembered who Chris was, although she had only seen him once. About six months ago, the Arlens had rented out their basement apartment to him and his pregnant wife.

Without taking the chain lock off, she opened the door a crack and peered out. When she was sure it was he, she opened the chain and let him in.

"Is Brenda or Neil home? I'd like to use the telephone."

"No. They're out. I'm Tessie… babysitting."

"Oh, I need to use the phone, mine's out. Actually, they shut it off yesterday. Please, it's important."

"Listen, go ahead, I'm sure it's all right. Do you know where it is?"

"Yes." Chris went into the small hallway between the kitchen and the living room and used the wall phone that hung there.

Tessie sat on the sofa and watched him, listening to his conversation. He telephoned the hospital and was asking how someone was… and if she had it yet. When he finished the call, he returned to the living room, a disappointed look on his face.

"Thanks," he said to Tessie, barely looking at her. "My wife is in the hospital… having a baby… our first. Seems it's going to be a long time. I stood in the hospital for hours till they finally sent me home."

He looked worried and Tessie felt sorry for him. "That's normal. First babies always take a long time."

"Who told you that?"

"My sister… after her first baby."

"Oh!"

"Want a cup of coffee?"

"Do you mind? I gave the hospital this number and they said they'd call as soon as there was some word. Maybe it will be soon after all."

"No, I don't mind… glad for some company. Turn the TV on, if you want, while I make the coffee."

While Tessie busied herself in the kitchen, Chris sat down on the sofa, eyeing the projector curiously. When Tessie returned, carrying two steaming hot cups of coffee and some cookies on a tray, Chris was still sitting there looking at the projector.

"What are you watching?"

"A history film I borrowed from the school library."

"Oh! He took the coffee and sipped it, realizing he had absolutely nothing to say and wished that he'd gone back to his own apartment.

She stood in front of him, a few feet away, appraising his looks and sipping her coffee. He was good-looking, big muscled, and she judged him to be about six feet tall. His skin was very pale, a slight pink to his complexion, and his hair was a pale baby yellow, combed straight back. Tessie guessed that he was only a few years older than herself and wondered why he married so early. The quiet began to make Tessie edgy, but she didn't know how to start a conversation with him. She wondered how well he knew Brenda and Neil. Were they good friends?

"Do you want to watch TV?" she finally asked in a low, timid voice. "I don't know where the TV Guide is, so I can't tell you what's on."

"It's in the little slot behind the TV."

Tessie looked at him, trying to read something from his expression, but drew a blank. "You seem to know this house well, must be good friends of the Arlens."

"I've known Brenda for a while. Er, she used to take her car to the garage where I work. That's how I found out about the apartment downstairs. I guess we are sort of friends." A trace of a smile on his lips and a momentary glint in his eyes indicated that Brenda and he were probably better friends than he was telling. Then, looking again at the projector, he changed the subject. "Let's watch your history film."

"No!" It was Tessie's turn to give a secret away. She answered him too quickly, too shrilly.

"I'll bet it isn't a history film at all. Is it?"

A tinge of anger in her voice, she answered: "No, dammit, it isn't." And then a little fearful for her fairly steady babysitting job: "Please don't tell the Arlens. It wasn't hurting anything to watch it."

"Watch what?" Chris already figured out what kind of film it was, but he enjoyed teasing Tessie.

"Dammit… a stag movie, you know… dirty, dirty and all that." She walked over to the table, closer to him, and picked up her cigarettes. She lit one and then looked at him, facing whatever it was he was going to say. "So, now what are you going to do? Tell the Arlens or not?"

He smiled broadly. "Not! Let's watch your stag movie… together."

"Together? You're waiting for a call from the hospital… about your wife and…"

"Look, my wife has been pregnant for a long time, and the last few months have been… well, they actually haven't been… sexually. And, if you were watching the film you must've wanted to get off. So, let's do that… together."

"What about the Arlens?"

"Say something and get you fired? No. It'll be nice having a trustworthy babysitter around. I'll probably call you a lot myself now that I'm going to be needing a… sitter."

Tessie shut the lights, crushed out her cigarette in the ashtray, and sat next to Chris on the sofa, very close to him. She flicked the projector on, and the film began where it left off when Tessie had hurriedly shut it.

The seedy-looking man who had been hiding in the closet was now crawling on his hands and knees. He was jerking off with rapid strokes, aiming the oversized piece of flesh at the gaping hairless slit of the girl, and she was begging him to shove it inside her.

Tessie heard Chris grunt when there was a close-up shot of the obviously orgasming quiet. The screen was filled by her giant cunt, the outer lips spread wide open and the fleshy inner lips spasming and fluttering. Each time they opened, you could clearly see the dark inner recesses of female flesh and small drops of wetness slipping downward. When the girl shoved two fingers from each hand into her pussy, pulling the puffy lips even further apart, Tessie felt Chris's hand sliding up her thighs.

Her eyes still on the screen, watching as the man touched the tip of his prick to the outer rim of that beckoning pussy, Tessie began to undress, stripping her shirt off, over her head in one easy movement. Then she opened her jeans, stood up and peeled them off. Putting one hand to her clit, masturbating it, and, the other hand on her breast, massaging one tit roughly, Tessie urged to Chris, "Get undressed. This courtship is over."

Chris, wasting no time, was undressed and crawling all over Tessie within seconds.

Tangling with him, she giggled at his excitement. "Hey, you really are eager. But, I want to watch the film. I want to watch them fuck."

He sat up and put his arm around Tessie's shoulders, pulling her closer to his naked body. His hand directed hers to his cock and they watched the film that way – her hand holding his spongy shaft… stroking it, squeezing it, taunting it, and his hand extending down to tease the top of her breast.

On the screen, the man had his prick buried to the balls inside of the thankful young girl. She had wrapped her legs up around his waist and was humping frantically under him, her legs serving to batter his body into hers. His ass went up and down, up and down, and his balls dangled down obscenely, a sparse growth of hair covering them. In and out, in and out, he pumped. Back and forth, urgently moving against each other, the couple fucked mindlessly.