The Long Weekend Ep. 2 by LOKI
Celeb(s) – Jennifer Love Hewitt
Codes – MF, Oral,
Originally posted on August 25 2002 at CSSA
Author’s Note: This is a story of fiction and is here for entertainment purposes only. This story in no way depicts the true sexual behavior of the celebrity written about within.
My encounter with Sarah Michelle Gellar was a great beginning to a much needed vacation. After accepting the house sitting job for my actor friend in the city of angels, I had no idea that I would be having the time of my life. Things were going great. I was relaxed
and filled with vigor. However, my thoughts still occasionally drifted towards Alyson and the video store. I wondered how she was holding up, but most of all I wondered if she missed me, because I was beginning to miss her.
Suffice it to say, it wasn’t all fun in the sun. The very same week I happen to be in California, the state experiences a sudden onslaught of rain and shower. Just my luck. I spent the whole day inside the beach house. I had no choice. The rain was like needles, and I wasn’t about to get stung.
Although I was bundled up in doors, the rest of the world continued to go on without me. The local news was swamped with traffic reports and auto accidents. I guess not even mother nature could stop these people from the daily grind of L.A. I however, had it made. I sat by the fire, burritoed myself in a comforter, and poured through my friend’s varied dvd collection. I was set for life. I had everything I needed within arm’s length and nothing was going to get me out of the house….then the phone rang.
I almost jumped out of my skin as the sudden noise scared the piss out of me. Of course, my nerves were already tense since I was watching The Shining at the time. With a bit of reluctance, I hit pause on the remote and zombied my way to the phone which was nearly at the other end of the room. When I answered the phone I expected the caller to most likely not be worth my time. “Excuse me sir, are you happy with your current long distance carrier?” or, “Good afternoon, how many magazines do you presently have subscriptions to? Would you like some more?” I was ready for anything, anything except the voice that did reply to my aggrevated, “Hello.”
“Hello?” said a young girl’s sweet but urgent voice.
“Yes?” I replied.
“Is this um, John Rollins?”
I wasn’t sure how to respond. I didn’t tell anyone where I was going, and as far as I knew my friend wouldn’t gain anything from telling people I was looking after the place. Still, I decided there was no reason to lie.
“Yes, this is John,” I finally answered “Who’s this, please?”
“My name’s Jennifer Love Hewitt.”
The words rang out in my head like a cathedral bell. I couldn’t believe it. At the most I figured I had fallen asleep in front of the television and was now beginning one of my many fantasy dreams. How in the world did Jennifer Love Hewitt get this number, but more importantly, why the hell was she calling me? I played along.
“Uh, okay, I guess. What can I do for you?”
“I’m in kind of a situation,” she explained “It’s raining like crazy out here. I probably shouldn’t even be out on the road. Anyway, the windshield wipers on my car are real unpredictable. Sometimes they work, sometimes they don’t, but rather than risk it I pulled over and–” I cut her off because I was getting impatient and needed her to get to the point.
“I’m sorry but I have to ask, how did you get this number?”
“From Sarah Michelle Gellar. She told me how nice you were to her and that I should call you if I needed some help or a quiet place to lay low.”
Ah, Sarah. I guess she enjoyed our time together so much that she started telling her friends about me. Having not known exactly what she told Jennifer, I decided to play it cool and professional, as if I were taking a call at the video store. By now, I was extremely happy I answered the phone. My voice in the rest of the conversation was warm and welcoming.
“Oh, okay. That’s fine. Let me guess, you’re near by but since you’re probably too far away from your previous location to go back, you would like me to come get you?”
“Would it be too much of a hassle,” she asked “I mean I know we don’t know each other and this is very abrupt, but I don’t have anyone else I can call in this area and Sarah and I are good friends, so I can trust that you’re okay.”
I kind of spaced out for a second, not because I had to think about it, but because the whole thing just seemed so surreal.
“Please?” she finally broke me from my stupor.
“Where are you, right now?”
“I’m at the In & Out Burger off of West Oliver and…” she trailed off.
“Carson,” I completed “Say no more, I know where that’s at. Give me about fifteen, twenty minutes and I’ll meet you there. What will you be wearing?”
“A white dress and a denim jacket.” she replied.
“Great, I’m on my way, Jennifer”
“Thank you so much,” she chimed “You’re a life saver. By the way, call me Love.”
“See you soon, Love.” With that, I hung up the phone and darted for the guest closet.
I wanted to make sure I looked my best for her. I ravaged the closet looking for something presentable. I began to understand how girls felt when they went through this. Eventually, I opted for something casual. I didn’t want to seem sad and desperate. After all, I was going to a fast food joint. I finally left the house in work boots, dark brown jeans, and a plain, white, form-fitting t-shirt.
Since my friend wasn’t using it, and since he personally gave me the keys, I decided to take his red Jeep Cherokee. I’m not one for big cars or trucks. Usually it seems to me like anyone who owns these things is overcompensating. In any case, it was perfect for fighting against the storm outside. Within minutes, I pulled up to the In & Out Burger.
When I got inside, I scanned the place over. Desolation, except for the small figure sitting in the very back, in a corner booth. Even from far away I could tell it was Jennifer Love Hewitt. As I made my way to where she was, I got a better look at her. Sure enough, she sat before me in a flowing, white dress with a floral print. The dress seemed a bit damp as it clung slightly to the curves of her body. Her denim jacket was strewn over the booth, next to her. Her hair was shiny and long. By the beads of water that dripped from her hair, I could tell she’d recently been outside. On the floor by her feet was a large, blue duffle bag.
“Love? Hi, I’m John, we spoke on the phone.”
“Oh I’m glad you could make it,” she shook my hand “Did you have any trouble getting here?”
“Not at all.” I replied as I took a seat directly across from her.
“I feel so much better. Listen, do we have to go right away?” she asked, “I’m feeling a bit hungry and I was wondering if you wanted to have dinner with me. I’m buying.”
There was no way I was going to say no to that. We both agreed to eat and to get to know each other. She sat across from me enjoying a Ceasar salad and water. I myself wolfed down some fries and was now in the process of consuming my second burger of the evening. When I want to, I can really pack it away. This does not mean to say that I was a slob or a messy eater. I chewed my food with my mouth closed and used my napkin accordingly.
During our meal, we hadn’t said much to each other. As we sat and waited for our food to digest, I could tell she was getting restless.
“Do you play dots?” I asked.
“What?” I must’ve caught her off guard.
“Dots,” I repeated “Do you play?”
Her eyes lit up like birthday candles and a glowing smile broadened across her angelic face.
“Yes, but not since my freshman year of high school.”
She brought her duffle bag off the floor and set it down next to her as she rummaged through it. Finally, she produced a sheet of notebook paper and a pen. With that, we started playing. There may be some of you who do not know what Dots is, but I won’t bore you with the details. I will only say that if ever you’re with a girl and you want to get some conversation going, ask her if she’d like to play a game. Most likely, she’ll know what it is and be more than happy to fill you in on the rules and instructions.
Our friendly game had broken the ice as I’d hoped. Love opened up to me completely as if we were old friends and we talked for a couple of hours. I explained to her my situation and what I was doing in California and when I told her I lived in Texas she laughed. Apparently, she was originally from Waco. It is a small world after all. Eventually, she won the game, beating me out by just three boxes. By now, the rain had stopped.
“Would you like me to drive you home?” I offered.
“Actually, could I stay with you some more? There’s no one at my house right now and I’m having fun talking to you.”
I pondered it for a moment. I too was having way too much fun to just call it a night. Besides, just because the rain had stopped, that didn’t mean it wasn’t going to come back with a vengeance.
“Please?”
She did it to me again. This time, I saw her bite her bottom lip ever so slightly. I wanted to melt into a puddle. Her sweet voice, those deep, innocent eyes. I just could not bring myself to say no to this girl.
“We’d better go now before the storm hits again.” I said as I got up out of my seat. She jumped up and gave me a quick hug, all the while smiling brightly. Like a gentleman, I carried her bag and opened the door for her.
We hadn’t said anything during the whole drive back to the beach house. I think both of us was just enjoying being in the presence of the other person. Just as we pulled up to the house it started raining again. We both rushed up to the door as fast as we could but it was no use. We were soaked as soon as we got inside.
Once inside, we immediately went to the fireplace. I got on my knees, the blankets on the floor cushioning my drop. As I started the blazing fire in no time flat, Love got on her knees next to me. We both stuck our hands out, trying to warm them from the cold. Love must’ve grown impatient. She reached out and grabbed my hands and began to gently rub her own hands between them.
At this point, I became brave. I figured I would never get the opportunity to be in the same room as this girl and I should make my move now. Believe me, I would not have done it if it weren’t for my previous session with Sarah. She gave me confidence to go for what I wanted. Plus, it wasn’t too hard to read the many signs that Love was sending me with her body language. My only hope was that I wasn’t wrong in my assumptions.
“You’re shaking,” I said softly as I drew her closer to me, “We should get you out of those wet clothes.”
I was a smooth one. I touched her chin and brought her gaze up to meet mine. In that instant, time seemed to slow and then stop when we embraced, and then kissed. It was one of the longest, most passionate kisses in my life, but I craved more. We broke the kiss and she grabbed at my shirt, pulling it over my head. I was now topless as she ran her small hands over my chest and down to my jeans, where she began to unbutton and unzip them.
I kept my eyes on her as she pulled my throbbing member out of my boxers and began to tenderly give me a handjob. I responded by hooking my fingers into the straps of her dress and sliding them down off her shoulders. She released my dick so her dress could fall to the floor and rest at her knees in a pool of cotton. Only then did I look down to see her wearing nothing but a pair of light purple, silk, string bikini underwear.
The light from the fire danced across her slendor frame and her breasts were large, round, but most of all perky. Her nipples were extremely hard and obviously sensitive when I lightly grazed one. I ran my finger in a circle around her right nipple. She gasped inward at the pleasure I must’ve caused.
“You’re so beautiful.” I said to her.
“Lay down,” she responded “on your back.”
I pulled away from her and rest my body down on the blanket. I lifted my head up and watched just in time to see Love removing my jeans and boxers. I lay before her now, completely naked. I was totally at her disposal. I brought a pillow under my head as she wrapped her fingers around my cock again and lowered her head down to my crotch.
“Sarah told me everything.” she said.
Before I could reply, Love opened her mouth and a breath of hot air escaped from her lips and hit my stiff rod, causing me to tilt my head back and moan in exstacy. She then slid my dick past those pouting lips and began to suck me off. I clutched the blanket around me and did my best to hold on. Up and down she bobbed her head, stopping occasionally to lick up my shaft and to the tip, before she would engulf me once again and slurp mercilessly on my hard prick.
She was deepthroating me like a professional pornstar as I felt my swollen, mushroomed head hit the back of her throat from time to time. The only noises audible were my heavy breathing and the loud slurping noises of her sucking as she worked hard to bring me off. I grabbed the back of her head and tangled my fingers in her soft, shimmering hair. I began jerking her head up and down on my crotch and bucked my hips up into her pretty face. I was very close now, and she knew it.
“Oh god, Love. I’m coming! Ah!”
Love brought my dick out of her mouth with a loud pop and her face hovered just above the tip as she continued to stroke me rapidly. Sensing it was here, she closed her eyes and opened her mouth a bit more.
“AHHH!” was all I could get out before my eyes slammed shut and I saw stars.
I erupted with a fury in her mouth and all over her face. The first shot of my cum went straight into her mouth while the second coated her lips and teeth. The third went like a form of silly string. It struck her face perfectly, forming a line of goo that started just above her eye and curved down the side of her nose, just along the bridge, and ended in a sort of milk mustache on her upper lip. She opened her mouth and some of my warm slime oozed out and back onto the head of my slippery cock. She stuck her tongue out and licked at it and took it back into her mouth. She then wiped her finger along the trail of cum on her face so she could get that into her mouth and swallow it down as well. Within a minute her face was clean, as if I hadn’t just deposited a healthy load of cum on it at all.
She crawled over me, slithering up like a snake until we were face to face. She pulled the second blanket over us both to cover us up.
“It’s been a while,” she warned “so I’m gonna be a little tight.”
With that, she reached down under the covers and grabbed at my still erect poker. I wasn’t sure what she was doing until I felt the tip of my dick brush up against the silk of her panties. A second later I felt what could only be the soft lips of her pussy. She squirmed above me, trying desperately to ootch a bit more of me into her. Her face was an expression of pure pleasure, her mouth gaped open and her eyes half closed. With a bit of work, the head of my cock was finally secured within her warm entrance.
Love began to sit up. It was then that I noticed she had merely moved the crotch of her panties off to one side so I could gain better access to her opening. As she placed her hands on my chest for support, my dick began to slid further in. With a slick feeling, my entire rod of flesh made its way to the hilt of her moist snatch. With a sigh of relief, happy in her accomplishment, Love opened her eyes and began to slowly rise and fall on top of me. I ran my hands up her creamy thighs until I rested my grasp around her nubile waist.
When she said tight, she wasn’t kidding. I could feel every fold, every inner corner of her hole as I dug in and out of her depth. The feeling was pure bliss. I wondered how long I would’ve been able to hold out if I were doing all the work. Our breathing was in total synch with our movements. Up and down, in and out, back and forth.
Love started going faster, building up some speed. She started to sweat too, as beads of perspiration would cascade down those luscious globes and then fall onto my stomache muscles. As her speed increased, so did her volume. She became more verbal.
“Yeah. Yeah, that’s it. Oh god. Fuck yeah, baby.”
Her breasts started giggling as she bounced with youthful exhuberance on top of me, impaling herself over and over again on my long, hard pole. I sat up a little and groped at her pert little ass. With my hands gripping her butt cheeks, I began taking control, thrusting my hips up into her.
“Yes! Oh, fuck me! Faster! Harder! Fuck me baby, fuck me!” she cried.
I began to slam fuck the shit out of the poor girl. It was at that point I realized she was what I liked to call a squealer, a whimperer, as she made those sounds while I pounded up into her glorious cunt. My balls were slapping up and hitting her ass and her firm tits were bouncing more than ever now. Love tilted her head back and arched her spine. I was about to make her come.
“AH! AH! AH! AH! UNGH, SHIT YEAH! FUCK ME!!!!”
She convulsed on and around me as her already tight pussy constricted and puckered against my invading cock. I continued to bang Love’s sweet box. I too, was about to release.
“Yeah, Love. Oh god, here it comes. Gonna come, baby. Get ready!” I told her.
She cupped her hands over her breasts and squeezed them and gyrated on top of me.
“Do it!” she demanded, “Hump me, baby! I’m safe, you can cum in me! Do it now! Shoot it up my tight pussy! Fuck Me! Cum inside MEEEE!!!!”
As she was finishing her onslaught of dirty commands, I yelled out her name and emptied my balls into her willing slit. My hot semen splashed up her tunnel and into her lithe, athletic body for good. She pushed all her weight on me as we both collapsed back on the floor in a sweaty heap. She layed her head down on my chest and fell fast asleep, my shrinking dick still nestled inside her heaven. As the embers of the fire died down I embraced Jennifer Love Hewitt in my arms and snuggled with her under the covers. As I drifted off to sleep, I wondered what the next day with Love would be like.
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