A Mouthful At Midnight
These events happened last summer and until now I haven’t told a single living soul. The only people that know of what transpired are her and I, but I wanted to send this one into C|Suite, because it might be one of the hottest things that has ever happened to me.
At the end of this past summer, some friends in my Wuhan-19 bubble were getting seriously burned out with the government treating everyone like retarded children and being on Zoom all day, so we thought it might be nice to spend the weekend at an AirBnB up in the Pacific Northwest in cottage country.
We booked a two bedroom AirBnB for the six of us— we don’t have a problem with bringing air mattresses, and it’s cheaper. As the weekend approached, I was really starting to look forward to it. However, a week before the trip one of the girls who was travelling with us texted the group if it would be cool if her friend Tessa could come. I couldn’t stand Tessa.
She hung out with my friends and I every now and then, but every time this occurred she managed to do something fucked-up and stupid that would get on my nerves. A lot of the time she was just 'dumb-bitch' annoying, but sometimes she was just straight up nasty.
I could go in depth about all the things that she had done which annoyed me, but I could probably write a novel or an Op-ed with that. Also, it’s not the point of this story.
Suffice to say I wasn’t keen on the idea of spending a whole weekend with her. On the other hand, before I could say or do anything about it, two of my friends replied that they wouldn’t mind her coming along. At that point, I knew I was going to be stuck with her for the weekend.
Let’s get to the more important parts about Tessa.
Physically, Tessa is definitely cute, but not really my type. She is about 5’4”, with a fertile build, modestly chested (probably B-cup tits), also a pretty nice ass.
She has silky skin and wavy blonde hair which goes down to her mid back, past her shoulders. Her eyes are round and hazel colored— they remind you of the Irish country-side after a morning’s rain— and she has a piercing in the side of her nose. She normally keeps a couple hair ties on her right wrist, and on her left wrist she had a little tattoo of a sparrow.
As soon as we all got in the car to leave for the AirBnB, Tessa sat next to me in the back, and I instantly remembered exactly all the reasons I didn’t like hanging out with her: She spent a good thirty-five fucking minutes complaining about her ex-boyfriend (the two of them had been split up for almost 3-years).
She started going on about how she’d seen some other girl on his Instagram, and how she’d then found this girl on Facebook and messaged her to "warn her about what a shitty person he was", and how he would “break her heart, use her for sex” or something. I don’t fully remember the details. I just remember the other two girls in the car going way out of their way to console her and tell her how brave she was. Meanwhile, I had the immediate urge to open the car door and throw myself onto the freeway.
Things didn’t go any better once we got to the AirBnB. While we were all eating dinner, one of my buddies started jawing about his new dude-bro job (he works in sales), and how he was excited because he’d recently got a promotion.
Tessa responded by snorting and saying that she could never work in sales, or for a corporation for that matter, because she didn’t have a “Capitalistic, predatory mindset”, which put a damper on the conversation fast.
Mind you, she said all of this while typing on her iPhone while we were driving to an AirBnB, fueled by a gasoline powered vehicle, on the roads of America.
Tessa hastily filled that silence by flapping her gums about this random guy she’d been sucking and fucking lately, and how she’d given him “life-changing head” that kept him coming back. If you knew this chick, this was pretty common for Tessa; she would always talk about her sexual exploits in unnecessary, attention-seeking detail when nobody actually asked for it.
Don’t ask me how, but somehow when the sleeping arrangements were divvied up, Tessa and I ended up sharing the one other bed between us while our friends slept in sleeping bags on the floor and in the other bedroom.
Fine, I thought. We were just sharing a bed. It’s not like we would have to talk or anything. Usually on these trips we all drink and smoke-up a lot, pass out hard anyway.
For the first night, that's all it was (completely normal), but on the second night, something strange occurred.
I was just starting to crash when I heard and felt Tessa sliding out of the covers and walking over to the bathroom. At first, I didn’t pay much attention to it, but as I was drifting in and out of my drunken stupor, I thought I heard a few muffled whimpering sounds coming from the bathroom.
Strange, I thought. Maybe she’s crying or something. Perhaps, she was taking a massive dump?
I perked up to listen closer, and as the muffled noises kept coming, I realized that Tessa wasn’t crying, she was moaning under her breath. I laid there listening in disbelief. Was Tessa... masturbating? I listened even more carefully to see if I could hear any farts, or if she was dropping the Cosby family off at the pool, but no, Tessa was not in the midst of a massive shit.
It was difficult not to imagine visuals to accompany the sounds. I imagined her laying on the cold bathroom tile with her panties down around her ankles, or perhaps pulled to the side, pulling her head up for that perfect POV shot of her rubbing and gasping as she massaged her fingers hastily against her clit and smooshing her mound in the chaos of it all.
Maybe her other hand was covering her mouth to hold in the moans; or she was using it to finger-blast her wet cock canal.
I hated myself for thinking of it. I disliked Tessa with a burning passion, but as the soft moans grew closer and closer, I couldn’t stop myself. I felt myself getting hard as a hammer as I imagined it; I wanted to break down that door fast in order to feed my eyes with what was surely going to be, a real life porn set.
Tessa was pleasuring herself just on the other side of that door. The illusion broke suddenly as the moans came to a halt, and shortly thereafter she opened the door and silently shuffled back under the sheets. By this point I was pitching a tent in the darkness of the room, and the situation didn’t improve as I began to feel the warmth of Tessa’s body next to me in the bed.
The next day came and went without me mentioning it to Tessa at all, that I’d overheard her masturbating, feverishly. Yet, as the day went on, I caught myself stealing glances at her the entire time. I couldn’t get the image of her rubbing her pussy out of my head. I imagined her everywhere I saw her: Her in the kitchen, rubbing on the counter; her outside on the porch, finger-blasting away on the swing-chair; her taking a break from our group hike through the woody terrain to rub her snatch off. Fuck, this was torture.
I started noticing the curves of her body in her black leggings; I envisioned grabbing her firm ass; ripping a hole where her cunt was, bending her over the living room sofa at a right angle for a quickie.
Everything which had been unattractive about Tessa started becoming infuriatingly, hot. As she continued to annoy me in her usual fashion throughout the day, I remembered her talking about the amazing “life-changing head” she gave, and then I started imagining that too. I wanted to see the whites under her round, hazel eyes as she would take my cock in her mouth, wrapping her lips around it, gently stroked it up and down.
It was too much for me to handle.
On the fourth and final night of the trip, Tessa and I slept in bed together one last time. I remember being awake, motionless for an hour, finding myself hoping against all reason that I would hear Tessa get out of bed again for a late-night diddle.
As absurd as it was, I wanted to hear the sounds of her pleasuring herself again, just so I could imagine it one last time. About an hour had passed, and just as I was beginning to lose hope, the bed squeak, and I heard Tessa start to get up out of bed. For some reason that I can’t quite explain, I was compelled with an urge; I did something crazy.
I rolled over in the bed, reached out and grabbed a hold of Tessa’s wrist.
She turned to look at me, stunned. I could see her outline, her face as the patio lanterns from outside burned through the Venetian blinds on the windows in our room.
“What are you doing?” she whispered, wide-eyed. I felt the blood rush to my face and then to my cock.
Now that I was in this situation, I realized I had absolutely no plan for what to do next.
“Are you going to the bathroom?” I whispered.
“I... I was,” Tessa nodded all confused, with a glimmer of panic in her eye, and perhaps a flicker of flirtatiousness as well. It seemed like minutes had passes; I wasn’t sure how to respond.
I just stayed there in bed, still holding on to her wrist, but more gently at that point. She didn’t try to move her arm away; she didn’t coil in disgust or alarm. Time seemed to stand still as I realized what I had just done. There was no easy way out of this now. Might as well risk it for her biscuit, I thought.
“Look, I uh. I guess there’s no easy way to say this but... a couple nights ago... I heard you.” I finally said. Her eyes grew wider with intrigue.
“I... what do you mean?” she asked.
“I mean I... I heard you in the bathroom,” I said this nervously. But to my surprise, Tessa immediately knew exactly what I was talking about; I could see her eyes widen with embarrassment.
“Oh... I... I tried to wait until you were asleep to do that...” her voice trailed off.
For a while, the two of us just stared at each other, neither one of us knowing what to say. “So... were you listening to me?” she eventually asked.
“Listening to you?” I echoed her.
“While I was masturbating a couple nights ago… were you listening on purpose?” she asked bluntly.
I didn’t say anything. Tessa looked at me and scoffed quietly. I was still grabbing her wrist, but then inexplicably, I felt her fingers start to wrap around my hand, stroking the back of my hand.
“Not like you gave me a choice,” I replied. Tessa’s eyes darted up and down my body. Then, there was a long period of silence as she continued stroking my hand back and forth. Her round hazel eyes locked with mine.
“But... what if you did have a choice?” she asked calmly.
My eyes started a trail from her warm hazel eyes down to her lips.
Then, before I knew what was happening, the two of us were leaning in and sucking face.
My mind started racing as I felt her tongue brush and paint mine. I closed my eyes and felt her hot breath against my lips. Before long, things got rougher.
She started leaning into the make-out. I took my hands, stroked them along her body, feeling her skin before grasping her ass under the covers.
“Wait... what are we doing?” Tessa asked, doing her best to keep her voice down.
“I have no idea. But... I know I want you right now.” I replied, just as confused as her. Tessa took a second to think, while she was breathing heavily.
“I want you too,” she eventually whispered.
“I don’t know why. I don’t even like you. But every night that I’ve slept in this bed with you I can’t help myself.”
“Wait...” I said, beginning to put two and two together. “Is that why you got out of bed a couple nights ago? Were you... were you thinking about me or something?” Tessa instantly looked hotly embarrassed.
“Shut up. Don’t flatter yourself. I said I didn’t like you,” she said.
“I don’t like you either,” I replied, as I leaned in to kiss her on the neck.
She let out an involuntary gasp, and then quickly threw a hand over her mouth. The two of us stopped to listen if any of our friends had woken up throughout our conversation along with the midnight face-suck and ass grab fest we had going on. Fortunately, it sounded like there was no movement behind the walls and our bedroom door.
At some point, Tessa had reached under the covers to slide her hand down my cock, twisting her fingers around it. It sent a shiver through my body.
“Let’s go somewhere,” I whispered in her ear.
“Amanda keeps condoms in her car” Tessa responded immediately, as the two of us rose out of bed and threw on a couple of shirts.
Tessa tip-toed out of the bedroom and made her way into the living room, where the rest of our friends were still asleep. She fumbled around in the dark, and then eventually found our friend Amanda’s car keys on a kitchen table. The two of us headed out the front door and into the driveway, where Amanda’s car was parked just out of view of the road.
As soon as we got in, we were on each other again. I got in Amanda's shitty Chev first and sat in the backseat; Tessa followed and pressed herself onto me after shutting the door carefully. All of our clothes came off in seconds. I could just make out her perky tits and sandy blonde hair in the dim light from one of the porch lights, but I could feel all the curves of her body, and I could feel the impact of her heavy breaths. She reached down with both of her hands and started to once again, gently stroke the shaft of my cock.
Suddenly, she took one of the hair ties off her wrist and tied back her hair into a ponytail; Tessa was clearly about to show me how she gives “life-changing head”.
She quickly opened her mouth and slid her lips halfway down my cock. I let out a moan as she began bobbing up and down as if it were Halloween, all the while keeping her fingers at the base of my dick, sliding them along, saliva from her wanting mouth dripping down the shaft, twisting it with her grip.
In that moment, I couldn’t fault Tessa for talking about her blowjobs all the time. Because to be honest, it was the best one I’ve ever had in my life.
For the first time, I could actually appreciate Tessa's mouth moving; she wasn't talking, though. She is much more attractive when her mouth is shut...around my cock.
It was only about a minute before I knew she would have to stop or else I was going to cum right then and then.
“Stop, stop,” I whispered, placing a hand on her head. “Here, turn around for me.” Tessa did as she was told and waited patiently while I slid on a condom from Amanda’s glove compartment, which was a fucking mess by the way.
Then, Tessa lowered her round ass down, using her hand to guide my cock into her dripping pussy.
I felt the warmth of her body as I pushed inside of her; that lovely squish sound of my cockhead sliding between her that sexy burger-bun of a pussy.
She let out a long moan. She was already soaking wet.
“Oh my god. I can’t believe this is happening. Oh... oh fuck,” she said. She didn’t need any instructions for what to do next as she began slowly sliding herself up and down the shaft of my cock, grinding against me.
As much as I hated to admit it, it felt amazing. Best hate-fuck of life.
I grabbed on to her curvy ass as she picked up the pace, her body rising and falling against me. I started hearing the same moaning sounds which I had heard coming from the bathroom the past two nights. I remembered fantasizing about Tessa as her pussy got tighter around my cock.
“Oh fuck. Yeah, yeah, I’m close,” Tessa started moaning after a while. This was a relief to me, since I could already tell I wasn’t going to last much longer; I really wanted to bust-a-nut into this slut. I felt her pussy tighten-up, contract, and pulsate. As she threw back her head, she let out a moan which could certainly be heard from outside the car.
“Oh god. You’re going to make me cum!” she exclaimed. I could feel her body shake as she came on top of me, her pussy producing juices and almost forcing my dick out with her orgasm. Slowly, her thrusts against me grew consistently more gentle. “Oh fuck... Oh fuck...” she kept repeating under her breath. “Did you cum?” she asked, once the shaking in her legs had subsided.
“Not yet,” I said. Tessa smiled, turned around to face me. She slid the condom off and wasted no time before running her fingers along my shaft. She began to stroke me faster and faster. All the while, she was kneeling below me, squatting in between the two front seats with her mouth open, her tongue just grazing the tip of my cock, her eyes eager for what was about to happen. She looked like a porn star; Onlyfans material for sure.
“Are you going cum for me now?” she kept asking me with a smirk. “Am I going make you cum?” It was all too much for me, and before long I was shooting hot loads of rope straight into Tessa’s mouth. She swallowed the entire thing like a champion with a smile. After that, the two of us sat there in silence for a while, breathing heavily.
Then, Tessa reached over and started putting her clothes back on.
“That was insane,” I finally said.
“Yep,” Tessa replied curtly. “I still don’t like you though,” she added with a smirk.
“Good,” I replied. “I don’t like you either.”
Then, the two of us quietly crept back inside the cottage and under the covers of the bed, without any of our other friends ever knowing what happened.
The next day though when we left, Amanda asked if any of us ate ice cream in her car at any point over the course of the trip. If she was really smart, she’d keep count of how many condoms she had. If you knew Amanda, her life was just as messy as her car and its glove compartment.
So, it’s safe to say that Tessa and I’s tryst will be kept quiet, buried forever in that mess. But who knows for sure, because she has quite the mouth on her.
Yours truly horny,