Clutching her purse, Brenda took Neil's arm and looked at Tessie. 'Are you sure you're going to be all right, dear?'
'Please Mrs. Arlen, just have a good time. I promise you that you have nothing to worry about.' Then, with innocent, twinkling eyes directed at Neil: 'I'm old enough to handle things, really. And, like I said, I have lots of studying to do.' Tessie licked her lips, emphasizing the word studying for Neil, who blanched once more, his penis rising to full erection.
Hurriedly he went out to the car, Brenda following him. Once the door was locked behind them and their car pulled out of the driveway, Tessie walked over to her books – and put them away.
On one wall of the living room there was a bookcase, and from the top shelf, Tessie took down a movie projector. She sat it on the coffee table, facing it at one of the cream-colored walls. Then she reached into her satchel and took out the film that she had sneaked from her father's dresser drawer. She had discovered many such reels of film, and some other rather interesting pornographic material there. Tessie wondered if her mother knew about her father's little collection. Probably not.
She opened the small can of film and held the first few frames up to the light. Well, she thought, she hadn't lied to the Arlens. She was going to study tonight. She was going to study fucking. After checking on the Arlens' little boy, tucking him in and kissing him on the forehead, she went into the master bedroom. From the bottom drawer of Brenda's night table, she removed the vibrator that she had found the last time she babysat, and took it with her back to the living room. Another check at the lock on the door, and she shut all the lights, using only the dim hallway light to see by. She threaded the projector and flicked it on.
Tessie removed her jeans as she watched the film, and when she had them off, she lit a cigarette and sat on the couch, her feet up on the coffee table, her thighs spread wide apart. Then she just watched the film, doing nothing more than that and smoking the rest of the cigarette. When the film had run through once, she rewound it and started it again, this time ready to get more into it… ready to masturbate and come all over the Arlen's pretty pale blue sofa.
The film began and Tessie watched as a young girl entered a small room. In the room there was a closet, a chair, and a bed, nothing more. The girl removed her coat and then completely undressed. For a moment, she stood in the center of the room, her hands squeezing her overripe melons, nipping them, lifting them up to her mouth to suck at her own huge, round nipples. Tessie envied the well-endowed girl's ability, and settled for just caressing her own smaller breasts through her tee-shirt.
Tessie grabbed for the vibrator and placed it between her legs, pushing her cuntlips open with it. She held the vibrator there, pressing it into her clitoris, further awakening the girlflesh. When she looked back at the images flashing on the wall, she saw that the girl was in bed now, her legs drawn up and her hands between them, three fingers from each imbedded deep inside her pulpy cunt. The fingers went in and out, in and out, a steady rhythm to her finger – fucking. Watching with wide, unbelieving eyes, Tessie began to swirl her clit with two fingers, her belly heaving in anticipation.
The scene changed and Tessie watched as a man peeked through the opened closet door, his cock out and in his hand. The man had a lecherous look on his face and he licked his lips hungrily as he jerked his long, thick, spongy organ up and down, up and down, up and down. The girl on the bed was climaxing, revealed clearly by the abandoned look on her face, the arching of her body, and the stiffening of her legs. And, obviously, this was all too much for the peeping tom hiding in the closet. He stepped out and showed himself to the orgasming female who immediately opened her legs wide and held her arms out to him. She mouthed the words: 'Fuck me, fuck me' at the seedy-looking man who was climbing most willingly between her legs, prick rigid and throbbing, aiming right for her gaping hairless gash.
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.
