Journal of an Agent: Chap. 11 – Jennifer Love Hewitt
By Carnage Jackson
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This is Part 11 of an ongoing series. Yes I know the celebs don’t act
like this in real life, but this is a fantasy after all.
Straightening my light blue bow tie, I ran my hand down my chest,
straightening out my cummerbund. Putting on my black tuxedo jacket, I
grabbed my keys and wallet and hustled out the door.
I was going to be escorting the buxom and beautiful young actress
Love Hewitt to the premiere to her new movie, “Heartbreakers”. This was my
first movie premiere in the six months since I began running my father’s
talent agency out here in L.A. and though I’ve been to many black tie events
(you may remember my recount of the People’s Choice Awards with Jessica
Alba) this one I was really looking forward to, primarily so that I could
spend time with Jennifer. Back in college, she had been a popular girl
around my dorm room, with all three of my roommates and myself watching the
dreadful “I Know What You Did Last Summer” over and over again, just for
Jennifer. If only the guys could see me now…
My affection towards her was really just a school boy crush, but
nevertheless I was going to relish walking down that red carpet with her by
my side. I almost fell out of my chair when I read in Variety that the
premiere was coming up. I had called Jennifer at home to ask her if I could
be her date that night.
“Hi Jennifer, it’s me Dean,” I said to her.
“Oh hey Dean!” she said excitedly. This was pretty common
practice with her
whenever we spoke over the phone. She always seemed to sound like an over
excited teenager when I called. We had not actually met in person yet,
conducting all of our previous business over the phone, so I hoped that I
would get a chance to accompany her on the night of the premiere.
“SHIT!” Jennifer said loudly into the phone, enough to
startle me. “Hold on
just one second Dean,”
I heard her put the phone on a table or something and listened intently
see if everything was all right. I could have sworn I heard moaning in the
background, but it was probably my over active sex drive WANTING to hear
something like that.
A minute or two later, she picked up the phone again. “Sorry about
was watching TV and when I got up to answer the phone, I accidentally
knocked the remote to the floor. It changed the channel and landed on one of
those porn stations on the satellite system,” she said, out of breath after
having run to quickly change the channel. So I WASN’T hearing things. I
decided to try and have a little fun with the porn thing, mainly for my own
“Sure Jennifer. You knew I was going to call and that thought got
hot and bothered so you decided to put on some porn,” I said to her in a
half joking manner. If only that had been true.
Jennifer laughed in response, that trace of her teenage giggles still
apparent in her light laughter.
“Yea, that’s it Dean. Just the thought of you – never mind the
fact that we
have never seen each other before – gets my panties all wet,” Jennifer said,
playing along with the joke.
“See, I told you. Women around the world can’t hear the name
shuddering in orgasm,” I said laughing myself at the conversation we were
Jennifer laughed again but finally said “So, why did you REALLY
“I called to see if you need any accompaniment to the premiere of
Heartbreakers next week,” I replied, crossing my fingers under my desk that
she would say yes.
“Hmm… I hadn’t really thought about that. See, my agent is kind
slacker and he forgot to remind me of the date of the premiere,” Jennifer
said, getting in her own personal jab at me. I took it in light fun. “But
yea, since I am dateless right now, I’d love it if you came with me,”
“Sounds great. The premiere starts at 9 so I’ll be there to get
you at 7.
Traffic and all…you know,” I said.
And that brings me to where I am now. I had the driver of the company
Leonard, pick me up around 6 to allow time for the 45 minute drive up to
Jennifer’s Malibu house. Pulling up to the gate, Leonard parked out front
and walked up to the buzzer. I had my window cracked and I watched him do
this. The gate opened and Leonard walked up the driveway to Jennifer’s home.
I took the spare moment to give myself one last look in the mirror, gave my
brown hair a quick comb and then sat back in my seat. Glancing out the
window again, I saw Leonard walking down the driveway with Jennifer on his
She was much shorter than I thought she would be, probably no more than
5’2. She was wearing a silky black dress with spaghetti straps over the
shoulders. The dress stretched down to her mid calves. Her ample breasts
were highly accentuated by the dress, and the cleavage she was sporting was
unbelievable. Over her shoulder she carried a small black purse that looked
to be made of the same material as her dress. As she got nearer to the car,
she looked taller than she probably was because of the four inch high black
shoes she was wearing.
Leonard seemed to be quite pleased with himself for escorting such a
beautiful woman as Jennifer down her driveway, even if no one but me was
there to see it. Leonard was one of the hangers-around from when I took over
the business, a short older man, with gray and balding hair. He had that
classic “well-aged and still semi attractive” look that can only be found
out here in Hollywood. Still, he looked like a kid again as he smiled,
opening the door for Jennifer as she got in the limo. Leonard hustled back
to the drivers seat and we were off.
“Wow Jennifer, you look amazing,” I said to her. Her auburn
brown hair was
up in a bun over her head and I couldn’t help but notice how well she was
fitted to play the role of Audrey Hepburn in that TV bio pic about a year
ago. She blushed at my comment.
“Thanks. You must be Dean,” she said, extending her hand. I
took it in mine
and shook it, feeling the texture of her manicured nails run over my palm
when our handshake broke.
“I’m glad you’re not a troll or anything. You are actually very
didn’t know WHAT you would look like after only talking to you on the
phone,” Jennifer said, laughing a little as she said it. Now it was my turn
to blush slightly.
“Thank you. I used to dress and eat like a pig back in college but
moved out here, I have gotten in much better shape. I feel healthier too.
Must be something in this California air,” I replied, smiling.
“Yeah. The smog!” Jennifer said, and we both broke into
The rest of the car ride was a lot of fun. Jennifer and I carried on a
really good conversation. I found talking to her was just like hanging out
with an old friend, albeit a very beautiful and famous one.
Pulling into the long line of limos outside the Mann Chinese Theater
the premiere was being held, I knew it was showtime. Jennifer had already
begun primping herself slightly in the mirror next to her. The car inched
forward for a few minutes until we reached the entrance. A nicely dressed
valet opened the door for us. Stepping out first, I was there to take
Jennifer’s hand as she got out of the car. I was momentarily blinded
however, by the sudden barrage of flashes from the cavalcade of press
standing behind the guard barriers, all striving to get that perfect shot of
Jennifer as she walked down the red carpet. Jennifer took her time moving
inside, stopping occasionally to pose for a picture. She was all smiles,
waving and doing the typical Hollywood star thing for the press.
When we finally got inside, the theater was packed full of people. Most
them were the crew and producers of the film and their assorted wives,
mistresses or girlfriends. I stayed close to Jennifer, lingering behind her
and making chit chat with various people from the studios that I saw.
Jennifer was doing the same, except for with the crew of the movie and the
other stars. I saw her walk over to where Gene Hackman and Sigourney Weaver
were standing. Figuring it would be a private conversation, I headed over to
the bar outside the entrance to the theater and got Jennifer and myself a
Walking over to where Jennifer was still standing talking, I handed her
“Sigourney, Gene, this is Dean Simonds, my agent,” Jennifer
said, taking my
arm in her hand and introducing me.
Gene Hackman was much shorter than I thought he would be, but I was
amazed that I was standing in the capacity of one of the best actors around.
We shook hands and he said “Nice to meet you Dean. You make sure you arrange
some deal where Jennifer and I can work together again. She’s such a blast
to have on set,” Gene said as he smiled politely. I knew that stars didn’t
like being seen by their agents mingling with other heads of an agency, so I
told him I would try and turned my focus to Sigourney.
By contrast, she was very tall, much taller than I thought she would
We shook hands and said hello, but she seemed to be preoccupied with
something else and said “Excuse me, I’ve got to go finish mingling,” and
walked away. Gene took this as his cue to leave too, before patting me on
the shoulder and walking off in the direction of Sigourney.
Alone again, Jennifer took me by the arm once more and we began making
way to the seats. Unlike what it appears to be on television for the Oscars,
the theater was much smaller than I thought. It was already starting to get
filled so we ended up having to take a seat in the middle of the theater
floor. I sat down, but Jennifer remained standing, leaning this way and that
as she shook hands or gave hugs to people she saw coming in. Leaning over
me, her beautiful breasts, the object of lust for so many men and boys
around the world, were just inches from my face. The smell of her perfume
was almost arousing as her lush, tanned skin was so close to me. I longed to
reach out and touch her, but knew that it would be all over the papers and
that it would ruin my budding reputation.
After filling up the bottom floor, the studio head for MGM got on stage
said a few words. Since the film was a comedy, the crowd was pretty raucous
and loud, but in a fun way. He left the stage after a few minutes and was
replaced by a gigantic screen coming down from the rafters. The lights
dimmed and the movie started playing. The first scene was really funny and
the audience showed this, as the whole auditorium was filled with laughter.
The movie continued and I settled in for what I hoped would be a good movie.
If Hollywood liked it, that meant that the public would love it, and that
would make Jennifer’s bargaining in future projects go up.
About fifteen minutes into it though, Jennifer grew a little restless
her seat. I looked over to see what she was doing and saw that she was
reaching into her purse. Pulling out a black towel, she carefully unfolded
it and reached over to me, draping across my lap. Her arm had been resting
next to mine on the arm rest up until now, but slowly she moved it away from
mine, sliding it over to my leg so very carefully. The next thing I knew,
her small hand was moving up my thigh and onto my crotch. The room suddenly
seemed to get much hotter as her hand finally came to rest right on top of
my dick. I could feel myself hardening slightly under her touch, but tried
to control myself. And then she started unzipping my zipper.
“Jennifer, what are you doing?” I whispered to her. All she
said in return
Showing my inexperience at events like these, I stupidly asked
you watching the movie?”
Jennifer shot me a coy and a little angry look. I felt her hand start
move away, but then she thought better of it.
“Relax. I’ve already seen it. Bootleg off of the Internet,”
she said with a
smile now. “Just relax and let me do the work,”
Her hand furthered it’s exploration of my pants, and I felt it slip
into my boxer shorts and make contact with my now hard cock. I tried to act
like nothing was happening. Glancing over at the man next to me, he was too
interested in the movie to even care about what was going on in the seat
next to him.
Jennifer took my cock in her hand and slowly, so agonizingly slowly,
about 3/4 of it out of my pants. Then she began moving her hand up and down
at a very slow pace. I think that if she had sped up, I would have moaned
loudly and shot my wad all over her hand then and there, Hollywood be
Jennifer’s pace was a bit maddening, but it felt so good. I could feel
nails, only a few minutes before shaking the hands of some of Hollywood’s
elite, rubbing against my skin so lightly and delicately. She moved her
thumb down on the downward strokes and teased and flicked my balls a little,
causing me to shut my mouth as tight as I could to keep from groaning out.
I laid my head back on the seat and again tried to act naturally.
meanwhile had her other hand in her lap and seemed to be paying attention to
the movie, occasionally glancing over at me as she rubbed and teased my cock
head up and down. I felt her index finger run over the top of my slit and
smear the precum all over the rest of the head. Her pace sped up a little
after that, and I knew I was on the verge of cumming. Jennifer sensed it
too, and her hand was now moving much faster than initially. I leaned
forward slightly so that it wasn’t too apparent that I was getting a
fantastic hand job from one of Hollywood’s hottest young stars. I closed my
eyes and bucked my hips a little bit as I felt my hot cum rising from within
Jennifer acted quickly though, and leaned my dick forward. Aiming it at
handkerchief, I exploded in orgasm as my wad shot all over the inside of the
cloth. I must have blown almost a gallon of cum, but the cloth was pretty
thick and seemed to absorb it all. Feeling my cock soften, Jennifer moved
the remaining dry portion of the handkerchief (what little there was) over
my now deflated 9 inch cock and cleaned it off. Putting my cock back in my
pants with her nimble hands, Jennifer carefully saved one big dollop of it
on her finger. She reached over with her other hand and neatly folded the
handkerchief up, it still soaking with my cum, and put it back in her purse.
She zipped me back up carefully and slowly again, and then finally moved her
hand away. Her finger still holding my cum, she casually moved the tip of it
up to her mouth and sensually licked it clean. Her eyes shut as she enjoyed
the taste of it, sticking her whole finger in her mouth and licking it
Folding her hands neatly back in her lap, Jennifer focused her
the movie. I tried to act calm and normal for the rest of the show, but
after what had just transpired, it was more than a little hard. I would look
over at Jennifer occasionally, but she continued to stare straight ahead and
I began to wonder almost if the whole thing really had happened.
The movie concluded an hour or so later and we got back into the limo.
first, neither of us said anything. I sure as hell wasn’t going to say the
first word about it, for fear that I may really have just had a fantasy
about her while in the theater and I didn’t want to completely embarrass
myself about it.
Finally though, Jennifer spoke, quietly and a little indignantly.
“You know Dean, you could have said thank you,” Jennifer
said, the orange
tint of the passing street lamps of the L.A. freeway a blur as we pulled
away from the theater as she leaned her face against the cool leather of the
inside interior of the limo, her face casting a disinterested stare.
I was stunned for a moment, but then regained my though process.
about that Jennifer. It just seemed so surreal. I have to admit that just
two years ago when I was still in college, you were one of the women I
masturbated to the most. I feel really weird telling you that, but I just
want you to know that I did appreciate it. A lot,” I said. I couldn’t bring
myself to look at her as I said this, partly out of shame but more from
sheer embarrassment at doubting the sexual effort Jennifer had went to for
I glanced up to look at Jennifer’s face. She was staring directly at me
with her normally soft but now quite intense, brown eyes. She had her arms
folded across her chest, beneath her shallowly moving up and down breasts.
She had her back to the seat and her legs crossed, but I could see in the
faint light that would enter the limo from the street lights that a smile
was coming across her face.
“So then say it,” Jennifer said devilishly. “Say
‘Jennifer, I loved the
hand job you gave me. It was the best.’” she said, smiling gleefully now,
happy with her handiwork.
I wasn’t going to lie about it, so I flat out said “Jennifer, I
hand job you gave me. It was the best I have ever had,” I said as deadpan as
possible. I was having real trouble reading where Jennifer was going with
this, but she quickly gave me a hint.
When she realized I was done, her manner changed totally. She was back
the bubbling little girl that she had been when we first met, and now she
laughed at the whole charade that had just gone on.
“That was classic Dean. Classic. I’m going to have to remember
that one for
in the future,” Jennifer said with a huge smile that I couldn’t help but
feel almost warmed by. “Now, enough chat. We have 45 minutes till we get to
my place. I want to use all those to the full advantage and get in a good,
nasty fuck session,”
My jaw almost hit the floor of the limo, and it would have too if
hadn’t already begun undressing. She had moved her hands up to her shoulders
and made a huge scene of sliding the straps of her dress down to the very
base of her breasts so that it just barely covered over her nipples. When
she finally let it down, I was speechless. Her breasts, despite all the
celebrity skin I had seen in the six months since I moved here, had to be
the most gorgeous things I had ever seen. They were the perfect conical
shape, not pointing outright from her chest but far from saggy. The natural
shape of them let me know right away that, to steal a line from “Seinfeld”,
“they were real and, their spectacular”. The nipples on both breasts were
around the size of a half dollar. The areola and the base of the now erect
nipple were a medium shade of brown, with the shade lightening up till it
finally stopped at the end of her jutting out nipples. They looked so
succulent and beautiful, and I hoped I would get to touch them soon.
Fixing my gaping mouth, I wasted no time in taking off my expensive
coat and the rest of my tuxedo and flinging them to the side, leaving me in
just a pair of boxer shorts. Jennifer by this time was down to just her
panties, a silky black pair made from the same material as her dress. They
were thong underwear and when she moved her ass, I could see her beautiful
ass cheeks, firm and tight. Her pussy was shaven around the edge of the
underwear but I could smell her quite easily from across the limo. It must
have been a while since she had had sex, and I was happy I was going to be
fixing that. Her musk was not a bad scent by any means, but I think the
excitement in not having had sex in a while made it even the more strong.
Being relatively short, Jennifer barely had to duck as she walked
the limo over to me. I looked behind her and saw that the window between us
and Leonard was still open. He had a pair of headphones on, but I didn’t
want to take any risks and shut the window. With the window closed, I
flicked on the lights in the back of the car. The floor was illuminated with
miniature little lights, each of which gave out a whitish-yellow glow on to
everything in the car, especially Jennifer’s pale white skin. She looked
almost heavenly in that light, as she sat down up lap.
I had my legs closed, so Jennifer spread hers out on top of mine. Her
little feet dangled there as she began to move herself back and forth on my
lap with her hips. I could feel her pubic bone, and more importantly her
clit, rubbing against my already rock-hard dick through my boxer shorts. It
was straining to get out, and finally I reached down and released it.
Jennifer gasped a little when she saw my 9 inch monster (not really
realizing the true size of it in the theater I assumed), but her gasp became
lust as she reached down with her hands and pulled my boxers off completely.
Jennifer began to rub her wet, hot cunt lips up and down on my shaft
stroking and sliding along it back and forth. She balanced herself by
pushing down on my thighs for support. The feel of her wet womanhood and the
smell of her arousal and the sweat of our bodies inside such a confined
space was absolutely incredible. Nothing could beat it.
Well, almost nothing. While Jennifer slid up and down on my lap and was
gyrating her hips on top of me in a teasing method, I was doing a little
teasing of my own. With my hands shaking as I did it, I placed one hand
tentatively on her left breast. Jennifer sighed as I did this but was
totally enjoying it. Her breast was so warm and soft. The skin and texture
of it was incredible. I gently began moving my hand over her nipple back and
forth, usually taking the alternate motion to her rubbing and grinding on my
leg. Taking her nipple in my fingers, I began to squeeze and pull and
stretch it out. Jennifer’s breasts were incredibly sensitive, because as I
did this, I felt her pussy gush cum out onto my lap. Encouraged, I moved my
other hand to her breast and began repeating the process. Soon, Jennifer
Love Hewitt was sliding back and forth on top of my cock, arching and
snaking her back as I played with her breasts.
I knew that postponing my entry into her would make it even more
so I decided to enjoy her breasts even more. Leaning my mouth down to her
right nipple, I took it in my teeth as I began to flick my tongue all around
it. Jennifer moaned and cried out loudly as I did this. My tongue was like a
nimble snake, running across the surface of her breast at a furious pace,
teasing and pleasuring her. Jennifer by now was holding the other breast in
her hand and squeezing it gently. Her once nicely arranged hair was now a
total mess, hanging down over the naked shoulders. I would occasionally feel
it brush against my leg when she would thrust her head back in an especially
This could have went on forever as far as I was concerned, but I knew
we would get to her place soon, so I decided to take it to the next level.
Taking my cock in hand, I slid Jennifer further down onto my thighs and
rubbed the head of my dick against her entrance. I wanted to get it nice and
lubricated because I knew that her young pussy would be incredibly tight.
Grabbing Jennifer by her small, soft ass, I lifted her up and scooted
towards me. With my dick still in one hand, I bent it up forward a little.
Jennifer’s hips acted alone and shifted angles so that our two sexes met at
the same time. For a split second, it created a triangle of sorts there in
the air; my rock hard, blood engorged cock touching lightly upon her golden
brown, soft cunt. But it was fleeting and then I was inside of her, her legs
wrapped around my waist and her hips and pubic bone resting against mine.
Jennifer had her eyes closed and was savoring taking in all nine inches
once (in one thrust even!). I meanwhile was lost in the absolute heaven of
the inner walls of her pussy. Soft and comforting, I again felt that I would
never leave them if I didn’t have to. She was incredibly wet, so much so
that she was dripping on the outside of her cunt, the juices running down my
legs. And the heat was just as comforting as her tightness though, and
seemed to radiate so much energy from within that when I would push and pull
in and out her, the sexual energy from her would be passed on to me and I
would have the renewed vigor and strength of a teenage kid again.
I wasted no time hammering into her, and this seemed to suite Jennifer
fine. Holding onto her hips, I slammed her up and down on top of my cock as
she bounced up and down on my lap, the car filled with the sound of flesh on
flesh and musk of sexual excitement. Jennifer had to bend her head a little
to keep from smacking into the roof of the car every time I would thrust
into her harder and harder. She didn’t seem to mind though: her eyes were
still closed as she sat there, occasionally moaning out loudly or using her
hands to tweak her nipples or play with my chest.
The excitement from earlier in the night got me excited again very
and I felt my orgasm fast approaching. Not wanting to cum before Jennifer
did, I reached my hand down and began to play with her tiny little clit,
rubbing it in my fingers back and forth. Using the rest of my hand, I would
guide it into her finger by finger, feeling my own dick rubbing against my
This was more than enough for Jennifer, and the resulting friction from
hand and my cock were enough to send her into a screeching, high pitched
orgasm that seemed to go on for at least 15 seconds of pure bliss for her.
At some point during that scream, I let loose all the cum I had been
building in my balls, lining the inside of Jennifer’s cunt with my sticky
white cum. We continued to fuck for a little bit longer and though my cock
was still hard, it was Jennifer who slid off of me.
I thought she was done and was going to get dressed, but Jennifer
me. Getting on all fours, she reached around pried her ass cheeks apart,
exposing her cute little butthole and her semi-hairy pussy just a few inches
“Take your pick,” Jennifer said naughtily. As bad as it
sounds, I was torn
about which one to go with. Finally, I headed for new turf and slid my cock
head up to her puckered (but loosening) asshole. I felt Jennifer’s muscles
involuntarily contract when our skin touched, but she immediately relaxed
My cock still sticky from being inside of Jennifer a few minutes
used the lubrication from it to slowly begin working my way into her. Her
asshole was almost too tight and I knew that she wasn’t very experienced in
anal sex. Still, she did her best and relaxed as best as she could. Looking
down, I saw her face shoved into the floor of the limo. She had a pained
expression on her face, but it was the sort of look you get when you get a
shot in the arm: you know it’s going to hurt, but then it will be over real
Wanting to make things easier for her, I used my other hand that wasn’t
helping to wiggle my hard cock up her ass to stroke and play with her pussy.
The sensation didn’t seem to be doing much for her, but the more I kept at
it, the more Jennifer began to like it. Trying to get more of my hand in her
pussy, Jennifer began rocking back and forth on her knees, thus helping my
cock gain some momentum and finally slide all the way into her.
I eased up on the pussy rubbing to let Jennifer realize that I was all
way in her before I began fucking her up the ass. She seemed to pause for a
second, but then took my hand that was resting on her pussy and began to
slide it back and forth on her cunt once again. I let her lead my hand and
do all the work while I concentrated instead on fucking her ass.
My pace was slower than when I fucked her tight cunt. This time, I was
pulling in and out of her in long, slow strokes. It was agonizing,
especially after how rapidly I had fucked her and cum inside of her pussy,
but the sensation of doing it nice and slow was incredible. It was almost
like I could feel every nerve in my body, and if I could, they were all in
intense pleasure and enjoyment.
Glancing out the window to the dark night outside, I realized just how
close we were to Jennifer’s home. I had probably five minutes till we
arrived and got busted by Leonard. Still wanting to enjoy being inside of
her ass, I began to slide in and out of her more fully this time, making
each inward thrust all the more pleasurable, but also quicker and more of a
time saver. Not knowing if this was going to be my last time having sex with
Jennifer though, I gave up the anal sex after just a few more thrusts. I had
other things in mind.
“Lay down Jennifer,” I said to her. I think she knew what was
and she did it immediately.
Positioning my cock between her two beautiful breasts, I took them in
hands and began to squeeze and knead them around my cock. My hips were
slowly starting to thrust back and forth between her breasts, as I rubbed
her tits against my long shaft. Jennifer had reached her hands up and was
playing with my ass, occasionally sticking a finger into it for
encouragement. I wasn’t used to this, and though it felt nice, it made my
thrusts between her breasts speed up. I was now going at them furiously
after just a minute or two of starting out so softly. Jennifer’s body rocked
back and forth on the floor of the limo. Anyone passing outside probably
would have seen the car rocking back and forth as it moved down the road and
I couldn’t help but wonder if Leonard had any idea what we were doing.
Jennifer’s hair was spread out all over the limo floor and was sliding
and forth as we went around curves in the road. I knew that I didn’t have
much longer, so I pulled my dick (unwillingly mind you) from her breasts and
began jacking off right by her mouth. Proving to be the little minx slut she
was, Jennifer had her mouth open and waiting for my cum to shoot out and
land on her extended tongue. When my orgasm came seconds later though, I
used the opportunity to aim it upwards and shoot my wad all over Jennifer’s
face. I don’t know why I did it, but Jennifer certainly wasn’t complaining.
Jennifer must have had a sixth sense for dick, because even though she
couldn’t see, her mouth knew right away where my dick was and took to
sucking it right away. Cleaning it off, I sighed a breath of relief.
Reaching into her purse, I pulled out that same handkerchief again and used
it to clean the cum off of Jennifer’s face. She smiled sexily at me as I did
this, and I made sure that a little bit of my spunk slid down her cheeks and
onto her breasts “accidentally”. It was an image I knew I would never
After wiping off Jennifer’s face, I guessed that we had three minutes
to get dressed. Acting quickly, I helped Jennifer get back into her dress
and panties and tried to fix her hair so that it at least didn’t look as bad
as it had when she lay there on the floor getting fucked long and hard by
me. Jennifer also helped me fix my suit and tie and made sure I didn’t have
any of her juices still sticking to my legs that would make my pants appear
to have wet spots in them.
We made it just in the nick of time. As I was retying my shoe, the car
to a stop and Leonard got out and opened the door. Jennifer stepped out but
stood by the door to talk to me.
“Dean, would you like to come in for a while? I can drive you home
Jennifer said sweetly.
The truth was, I really couldn’t go in that night. The next day I had
fly out to New York for a meeting with NBC about Jennifer Aniston’s
contract. So if I stayed up all night fucking Jennifer Love Hewitt, I might
not make my flight in time and thus “fuck over” a client in the process.
“I’m sorry Jennifer. This sounds really bad but I have a plane I
catch in the morning. I’m sorry,” I said, trying to sound as humble and
apologetic as I could.
Jennifer looked upset for just a moment, but then she got that sexual
in her eyes again.
“That’s alright. I’m sure Leonard would LOVE to come in for a cup
or, you know, whatever,” Jennifer said mischievously, wrapping her arm
around Leonard’s waist and pulling him close to her.
I looked at Leonard and swear I had never seen greater happiness on a
face. Even though I knew Leonard was married and had two or three kids, I
don’t think God himself could stop him from walking up that driveway.
“Of course I would. It would be my pleasure,” Leonard said.
It was obvious
he was using his classic charm and flirting skills and that Jennifer was to
some extent falling for it.
I took this as my cue to leave. I stepped out of the car as well.
dropped the keys in my hand and then the two walked up to Jennifer’s house,
arms still around each other. Jennifer looked back at me and smiled, giving
me a slight wave. I couldn’t help but laugh when Leonard looked back and
gave me an enthusiastic thumbs-up, right before the two disappeared around a
curve in the road.
Happy with the way things had went that night, I drove back to my house
collapsed in bed, sleeping like a baby.
CHAPTER 12: Jennifer Aniston
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