Educating Jennifer Lawrence

While scrolling online for old tv talk show programs, I stumbled upon an episode of Letterman when he interviewed Jennifer Lawrence. She has grown from a teen in the Hunger Games movies to a really hot woman.

Letterman asked Jennifer if she was going home to Kentucky for the holidays and she said "yes." He also asked her if her parents are proud of her career. She said that when people drive up and ask if that is Jennifer's home, they admit it and sometimes invite people in to talk about Jennifer.

You can find anything on the internet these days, and finding her home town was easy. I drove to Indian Hills, KY from Nashville and checked into the Hawthorne Suites in Louisville, hoping to catch a glimpse of Jennifer close up or perhaps to even meet her.

I drove to her house but just parked down the street. In her interview with Letterman, she mentioned that when she visits her parents, she leaves her car in their garage so people won't see the out-of-state tags of the rental. Then they tape up black plastic garbage bags on the insides of most of the windows so people can't take invasive photos.

Just before lunch, the garage door opened and a Jeep Wrangler backed out of the garage. I couldn't see who was driving but I followed it downtown. It stopped and parked behind the Black Rabbit. I was a ways behind, but I knew she must be inside by the time I parked near the Jeep. Once inside, I saw her alone sitting at the bar, talking loudly with the female bartender. Jennifer was wearing casual pants and a floppy blouse. It was obvious, watching her tits rolling back and forth under the top that she left her bra at home.

There was a large man at the end of the bar sipping a drink and ignoring Jennifer. There was another large man at a corner near the entrance, also sipping a drink but ignoring her. How could guys that close NOT go over and hit on her? I presumed they must be her security detail.

I took a seat in a booth not far from the bar where I could watch Jennifer. She and the bartender were laughing hysterically about something. Jennifer was drinking beer from the bottle.

A waitress came over to take my order. Her name tag said "Millie." She had short red hair and was really cute, and just enough weight here and there to make her curvy and attractive.

"Hi, Millie, I'm Will and I'll just have a Coke and whatever sandwich you recommend."

"It's not fancy, but our BLT is pretty delish."

"That would be great. By the way, do you know Jennifer?" I asked as I pointed to her at the bar.

"Actually, yes. She and Bea, the bartender, and I went to the same school here in Indian Hills before Jen became famous."

It was time to pour on the charm.

"Well, it's obvious they only grow pretty girls in Indian Hills," I said, "Judging by the three of you."

"That's sweet of you to say. I'll make sure your BLT is perfect."

"Say, Millie, if you happen to talk to Jen later, please tell her that I'm a fan, and if I had been lucky enough to be one of the local guys who dated her, I would have eaten her for breakfast every day before school."

Millie's eyes got wide and she was silent for a minute, then grinned really big and laughed.

"Yeah, all the guys were always horny around Jen, and it hasn't changed."

I ignored off her remark and waited for my food and drink. When Mille brought my order to me, she whispered to me.

"I told Jen what you said and she didn't like it. I'd eat your food and leave as soon as you're done if I were you."

"Thanks for the advice, Mollie, and I apologize if Jennifer was offended."

I worked on my sandwich which was probably the best BLT I'd ever had. They had slipped some kind of sauce in between the bacon and the lettuce instead of mayo and it was delicious. I was about to go up front to pay and leave when I noticed Jennifer walking towards my booth.

I was afraid she might sic the bodyguards on me and they would kick my ass and throw me out into the street. She sat down opposite me with a stern look on her face.

"Who are you and what the fuck's the matter with you?"

"My name is Will. I'm a huge fan and when I get horny I say stupid things. I'm sorry if I offended you."

"So you eat girls for breakfast, huh? Or is that your favorite fucking pick up line?"

She seemed to be getting really upset and my nuts tightened and my ass was sucking at the bench under me.

"Actually, I do eat girls for breakfast, or whenever they let me. I have a fetish about it and I get too bold sometimes trying to make it happen. Once again, I apologize."

"If I was really offended, those two goons behind me would have you outside, stuffing your ass into the trunk of your car."

"I didn't think about that until after I had spoken to Millie. I won't bother you any more; I was just getting ready to pay and leave."

Her facial expression softened for some reason and she spoke in a gentler tone.

"I've had guys go down on me, but they never said they have a fetish. Why is it a fetish with you?"

"I'm like to give a girl oral orgasms just for the pleasure and privilege of doing it."

"Bullshit."

"No, I'm serious, Jennifer. Sometimes after I give a girl a couple orgasms, she'll suck me off or let me fuck her, and sometimes she'll tell me to fuck off. I enjoy it either way. I am just obsessed with it, hearing and feeling a woman when she comes."

"Are you married?" She asked.

"No, divorced, no kids."

"What happened to your marriage?"

"She got tired of oral sex and didn't get enough dick."

Jennifer laughed out loud.

"No girl is gonna keep a guy around if he can't or won't use his dick."

"I didn't say I couldn't or wouldn't use my dick, I just like getting her off first and sometimes a girl gets tired of it and she sends me packing."

"Maybe I should lift my feet off the floor because the bullshit is getting deep in here."

"Hey, I have no reason to lie to you or anybody else. I can prove it to you."

"How?"

"Tell your friend, Millie, over there, that what I said is true and see if she'll let me give her oral oral orgasm guaranteed, no reciprocation needed; I won't even take off my clothes."

"No shit?"

"No bullshit, no donkey shit, no elephant shit and just no shit."

She just sat there with that pretty smile while I took a healthy stare at her tits. She has some great tits. She laughed when she saw me staring.

"You're such a horndog; are you a tit man, too?"

"Not unless you'd let me fuck 'em."

She laughed even louder.

"Sorry to tell you, but Millie is engaged and I doubt she would fuck around with you even if you did just want to go down on her."

"That's a shame and her loss."

"Where do you live?" She asked.

"Nashville."

"Why are you here?"

"Hopefully to get a good look at you and maybe to find a way to meet you."

"Congratulations on being so fucking manipulative."

"Where are you staying?" She asked.

"At the Hawthorne Suites near the airport."

"Why there?"

"Because I have a working fireplace in my suite and that impresses some girls."

"You suck at trying to charm a girl, you know that?"

"I'm good at sucking some things, though."

"Let me guess; tits and pussies, right?

"You are even smarter than you look."

"Wait here," she said.

She went to the bar and then talked to each of the big goons who were with her, and then she came back to my booth.

"Your stuff is on my tab. My boys will accompany us to your hotel, where they will perch themselves outside the door to your room. If they hear me grunt, groan or say something that gives them cause to worry about me, they will break down the fucking door and literally throw you out the window."

"I'm on the first floor."

"Then they won't bother to open the fucking window, smart ass."

"So, you're going back to my room with me?"

"You're not as fucking bright as I thought YOU were."

She went after her purse and I led the way to my car. The two bodyguards got in her Jeep and followed us to my hotel.

During the drive, she asked me some more questions.

"If I let you do this, going down on me, can you keep it to yourself?"

"Absolutely."

"No calling the press or bragging to your friends?"

"No, ma'am, I promise."

"You DO know that I won't let you fuck me, right?"

"Yes, ma'am, it will be a privilege just to prove my point."

When we arrived at my hotel, the bodyguards stationed themselves outside my room when Jennifer and I went in, just as she had said they would.

She didn't exactly seem in a hurry but she wasted no time in ditching her shoes and sliding her pants off of her legs. Her thighs were a bit meatier than I had expected, which turned me on. She rolled her thong down and dropped it with the rest of her clothes.

I followed her to the bed, which was still made, nice and neat. Jennifer pulled out a couple pillows, and lay down on her back with the pillows under her head.

"No need for kissy face," she said, "I'm eager to see if a tongue can actually make me cum."

She spread her legs for me and just as I had promised, I crawled between her legs without removing any of my clothing. I slipped my hands under her and filled my palms with her soft ass. She wasn't lying; she was wet enough for me to tell that she wanted this. The scent of her already aroused pussy filled my nostrils and made my cock stiffen. (Not today, Willie.)

I rubbed my nose in her blonde pubic hair and then licked her labia. I didn't look up at her because I didn't care if she was watching or not. I had a job to do, a point to prove. I swiped my tongue through her slit several times, treating myself to that sweet nectar that we all love.

I went into a familiar routine. I licked her lips several times, then sucked on the flesh next to her pussy, and then gently lapped my tongue across her slit. Over and over, licking, sucking, lapping....licking, sucking, lapping. I could hear her breathing changing and she moved one leg, slipping it over my shoulder.

The feel of her warm soft thigh against my face was sweet torture. I doubled my efforts, licking, sucking and lapping faster. She let out a soft moan and I knew I had her attention.

I sucked on her slit and then began stabbing my tongue in and out of her wet hole. She liked that.

"Fuck, yeah..." she moaned, "give me that tongue!"

I tongue fucked her until she seemed to be close to coming, and then I stopped. I resumed licking, sucking and lapping as I had done earlier. I could feel the tenseness in her thigh against my face.

"Damn, you're good," she said. I could detect a smile in her voice. I was headed for a gold star.

I doubled down on teasing her clit with my tongue, alternating between licking it and stabbing my tongue in her as far as I could, pressing my face firmly into her. She liked that; she put one hand on the side of my head and I felt even more of her sweet pussy juice seeping into my mouth.

The repetition seemed to do the trick and she came, humping her pelvis up against my face. Her hand held the side of my head. I looked up and her head was tilted back onto the pillows, her mouth open with obvious surprise and delight.

"Holy, shit, I never thought that would feel so good," she moaned. "The next time a guy licks me, I'm gonna trap his head down there with my legs until he makes me come; that was wonderful."

I smiled proudly and issued her a challenge.

"If you'll do me a favor, I can guarantee you another orgasm in five minutes."

"I already said that I won't let you fuck me," she said.

"I don't mean that. Just sit on my face for five minutes."

"What? What for? Won't that smother you?"

"No, just listen and try it; you won't regret it."

I lay down on my back and told her how to kneel on my chest and then slide forward until my face was between her thighs and her pussy on my mouth. She closed her thighs to cup my face as I had told her, and then I put my tongue to work.

She seemed confused at first and not very enlightened with the position, but as soon as my tongue slipped up into her pussy, she realized what I had in mind. I reached around her legs and held them tightly so that she could not lift off of my face.

"Mmm, that's kinda nice," she said softly as she felt my tongue swirling around inside her. I was merely treating myself to a good dose of her girl cum. Then I locked my lips over her clit, humming and sucking on it at the same time.

She put her hands behind her, leaning on my rib cage and moaned loudly.

"Oh, God, Oh, yeah...Oh, my God, I'm coming again!"

I sucked her clit deeper and harder with my lips and used the tip of my tongue, slashing it side to side across her clit. She yelled out loud, and her fingernails dug into my skin.

"I'm gonna pee, I'M GONNA PEEEEE!"

Evidently she had never squirted before. Her squirt splattered my chin. I moved my mouth so I could take the brunt of it in my open mouth. I sucked and swallowed what I could and then gently licked and sucked every inch of her pussy.

She forcefully rolled off of me, breaking my hold on her legs. She rolled onto her side on the bed, curling up almost in a fetal position.

"That was the most incredible thing I've ever felt," she said softly.

"You came so hard that you squirted; that's pretty unusual."

"I've never done that before either; did it taste bad?"

"Not at all; not much taste to it, really, but it's exciting to get it in my mouth."

I went to get a towel from the bathroom and was wiping my face when I came back to the bed. She looked very calm and at ease.

"I know I said I wouldn't let you fuck me, and I won't," she said.

"That's okay. I told you I wouldn't expect it."

"But you gave me two incredible orgasms and a new experience and I want to do something for you."

"You don't have to feel obligated, Jennifer, honestly. This was as wonderful for me as it was for you."

"Take your pants and underwear off and sit here on the edge of the bed."

I dropped the towel on the bed and gave her a puzzled look.

"Just do it before I change my mind," she said, rather sternly.

I kicked off my shoes, undressed and sat on the bed. She put her thong and pants back on but took off her floppy top. I was correct in that she was not wearing a bra. She knelt in front of me between my legs and looked at my erection with precum dripping down over the tip.

"You can do one of two things," she said. "You can jerk off onto my tits or I will give you a tit fuck."

"Tit fuck, please, please, please," I replied quickly.

She gave one of her loud hearty laughs.

"Why did I not know that?" she said, giggling.

My hard cock was very happy to be exposed with the anticipation of physical relief. Jennifer leaned forward and I slid my butt to the edge of the mattress. She pressed her big soft tits together, trapping my erection in that warm sweet valley between them. I leaned back slightly on my hands as her upper body moved up and down.

The sensation was amazing. The heat of her body was exciting. The pressure of her tits was just perfect, lightly rubbing my shaft up and down. I watched how close the tip of my cock came to her mouth when her tits moved down my shaft. It was hot just seeing her open mouth right there, if she would only....

She smiled, obviously reading my mind and the look in my eyes.

"Don't even think about it, perv, you're not gonna cum in my mouth."

It didn't matter because I had been so horny I knew I wouldn't last very long. She didn't stop her motions when I came, shooting cum in between her tits. My cock slid through that valley swimming in my cum, and she kept bobbing up and down on my cock. All I could do was groan with pleasure.

When my cock stopped oozing my sperm, she let her tits fall free and grabbed the towel from the bed. She wiped my cum off of her chest and handed me the towel. She put her top back on and slipped into her shoes while I got dressed.

She went to the door, but turned back to me for a second.

"Write down your email address for me. If I stop in Nashville sometime or the next time I plan to come home, I might let you know."

"That would be awesome," I said with a big smile.

"Maybe," she said with a big grin, "But I still wouldn't let you fuck me."

She went out the door after I gave her my email address. I slept well and checked out to go home the next morning; mission accomplished. For now.