0 comments/ 2868 views/ 2 favorites Avery and Jenna Pt. 01: Daydream By: Michael_Calvin THE FRENCH CLASS Avery and Sara sat across from each other in the French class. They had both received detention for talking during class, which was utter bullshit. They got in trouble the first time because he was giving her a shoulder massage in class, and she was moaning out loud. The teacher forced the two apart and still they continued to talk, which left her no other choice. Sara was dressed in a black leather jacket, which looked way too old for her, and a leather skirt which looked ever older. Underneath her jacket was another story. Avery knew what was concealed under it. He wore a pair of navy blue Fubu jeans, and an orange shirt to match them. She sat working on schoolwork while Avery read a book. As he sat reading the book called "The Silent Blade", the French teacher walked into the class. "I have to go run some errands, so you are both free to go," she said packing up her things. Sara was overjoyed by this, and started packing as well. The teacher walked out of the classroom. Before Sara could finish packing all of her things, she noticed Avery not moving or even acknowledging the fact that they were free. She continued to look at him until she realized he had a set of headphones on. She now noticed just how loud Avery was playing the music. She could tell it was Ludacris's "Ho", a song which she knew a great deal about, considering all the joking and comments people made about her in reference to the song. "Avery?" she said trying to get his attention. Nothing. He sat there quietly, reading his book and listening to his CD player. She called him again, this time louder. Still nothing. She figured he was just ignoring her, so she put her backpack on, and started for the door. Avery, sensing movement near him, quickly looked to see her leaving. "Where are you going?" he asked, taking his headphones from his ears. "Madam said we could leave," she replied. "I guess your music was too loud or something." Avery placed his headphones to partially cover his right ear, and placed the heavy backpack bag on his shoulder. He looked at the page that his book was on. Page 276. He burned the page number in the back of his mind, and then closed it, and then placed in his backpack. "I have to call my mom," she said moving the hair from her face. Her hair was beautiful, but naturally curly. It was true that she could do nothing with it. Avery's hair was cut almost to the scalp, the way he liked it. He sometimes dyed it, but he always took the color out after about three or four days. "Well, I have my own mode of transportation," he shot back jingling a pair of keys in his pocket. "You have a car?" she asked. The sound was half surprised, half excited. "Yeah. I got a car," Avery said trying to calm her down. "Will you give me a ride?" she quickly asked. "Where do you live?" "South Plantation. It's not that far from here." "That's, like, half an hour in the opposite direction that I'm going. But, yeah. Okay, I'll drive you." "Thank you," she said, flashing a cute little schoolgirl smile. Avery glared at her with demon eyes. THE CAR Sara followed him to the parking lot where his car, 2000 Nissan Altima, tan paint, twenties, and clean insides sat waiting for him. Sara's eyes nearly fell out of their sockets. "This is your car?" she snarled. Avery put the key in the door, and turned it. "Is it okay with you?" he said jokingly. She started laughing. He opened the door for her, and then closed it. He ran to his side, and opened the door. He got in, and put his seat belt on. "I got to lay some ground rules on you. One, you do not touch my god damn radio. Second, you do not eat in my car. Three, drinks are allowed, but if you spill a drink in my car, I will make you lick it up, okay?" "Yes, I got you!" Avery started the car, and drove from the parking lot. He sat at a red light peering at the clock. It read 2:34. Sara was brushing her hair. Avery started to play Boyz II Men, just to listen to some music. He was probably more frustrated now than before. He was just trying to get her home, and then go home, where he could be happy. As he continued to drive, he noticed Sara unzip her jacket. Sara had recently celebrated her eighteenth birthday. Avery had known her for four years and had watched her develop both physically and mentally into a brilliant young woman. She had a blue tube top underneath, and her large breasts were practically begging to be freed. His posture changed to hide his growing erection. The more she continued to fool around with her top, the harder he got. As she began to zip her jacket back up, she noticed his posture. Her nipples grew instantly at the sight of his long erection. Her pussy lips began to drool. She turned away from him, as to hide her breasts. Avery noticed her movement. "Are you okay?" he asked, trying desperately now to hide his hard-on, which was now on fire. "Yeah. I'm fine. Just a little cold," she said. They were both on fire, not just from how sexy they looked to each other, but from the knowledge that one another was turned on. Avery celebrated his eighteenth birthday the previous year. Sara knew how Avery felt for her and while she was flattered to be the object of his affection, she knew nothing would ever come out of it. Sara could feel her chest burning up through the jacket, although she had claimed she was cold. She unzipped her jacket, and took it off. Her naked skin made Avery nearly bust a nut right there. She saw him adjust again in the seat. She smiled quickly at him. Finally, they came to a stop light. "I guess we're both kind of horny, aren't we?" she asked, looking down at her nipples. "Yeah. I'm sorry. I'm a guy, I'm weak. When I saw you unzipping your jacket, I couldn't help it," Avery said, adjusting his position so that his erection could be seen by nearly anyone if they looked hard enough. Sara tried for a few moments not to look at it, but the sight of other cars did not entice her like Avery's raging hard-on. She gave it her full attention then, admiring its length and large diameter. Her mouth began to water at the sight. Although she had only given a few blowjobs before, her mouth foamed over like she was an experienced cock sucker. She tried hopelessly to avoid it, but her inflamed nipples and swollen pussy lips got the best of her. Just before she could dive onto it, the light turned green, and she flew back into the seat. Disappointed, she turned away. Avery saw her turn away. As the second light came up, an idea came across his mind. When he stopped the car, he looked at her, and started to run his fingers through her hair. She leaned toward him, trying to stay comfortable, but allowing him to play with her hair. Her eyes were closed, and her facial expression was that of absolute bliss. He looked at her lips, full and gratifying. He licked his lips, took a chance, and touched her lips with his. Her response wasn't exactly what he expected; in fact, it was better. She pushed her lips forward a bit to meet his. Finally, their mouths were united, tongues wrestling with each other. Somehow, her hands reached the back on his neck, and his hands were around her waist. Just when nirvana was about to be attained, someone behind them honked the horn loudly. With their mouths still together, they looked at the light. It was green. He left her to drive away. Silence filled the car. Avery had no idea that she would like that so much. Sara was bewildered. Of course she loved to make out with guys, but with Avery it was different. She couldn't make herself say something to him. She just stared down at her lap. Nothing more was spoken. Reality hit Avery that the music had stopped. All noise had ceased. When they reached her house, he stopped. Sara hadn't moved once since they kissed. Avery mimicked her head motion. "Sara?" "Yeah?" "What just happened in here earlier?" "I don't know, but I liked it." They looked at each other again. It wasn't the same lustful look they once shared for each other. It was one of love and compassion. He took her hand, and kissed it. "I hope this isn't the last time we have a moment like this," he said, rubbing her hand against his face. It was like every nerve in her body was in her hand, because she could feel everything in his body. She could feel his lungs rise and fall, his facial hair beginning to grow in, his brain beating with his heart, the blood pulsing through his veins, and his jaw moving with the words he spoke. She left her seat with lightning quick movements, and sat on his lap. The action caught Avery a bit off guard, but he quickly adjusted to meet her weight requirements. She took control, and received his hands in hers. She kissed the back on his left hand, and repeated the treatment to his right. Then, the same gravity defying, heart stopping, time ceasing moment happened again. Their eyes had met. It was almost like their eyes had grown lips, and were kissing. They weren't moving. A person would have thought the two of them were dead, had it not been for their chests rising and falling with their breathing, which was also at one accord. She took his large hands a second time, and spread the palm so that his hands were completely open. She wrapped her hands around his, and moved forward. The tissue on her chest was soft, large, warm, and a little damp from her sweat. They continued to look at each other, their eyes not moving. Besides their involuntary breathing, the only thing that was moving were their hands, again and again over her breasts. She took control again, and moved them up her top. Now, it was complete flesh on flesh. Sara's nipples grew once again. A bead of sweat carved its way through her cells, down the front of her chest, in between her tits. It splashed on Avery's hand, and evaporated. The car windows were slowly fogging. More beads of sweat left Sara's body. Soon, Avery had sweat of his own to add to the pool they had started in the car seat. They never broke eye contact. After what felt like an eternity, Avery's asthma started up from the lack of oxygen in the car. His cough fell downward, and the moment of bliss had finally passed. He took his hands back from her. She moved back to her seat, and collected her things. "Thanks for the ride, Avery," she said, quickly leaving the car. Avery sat in awe for a few moments before he realized what had happened. His neck gave out, and his head hit the steering wheel. He turned the car back on, and drove away. THE COMPUTER Avery sat in his computer chair, trying to collect whatever thoughts he had in his mind. He began to sign online. He wasn't going to check his email, because he didn't want to see Sara there, or he might go crazy. When the computer said he had mail, the lump in his throat nearly choked him, like earlier that day. He clicked it, and sure enough, there was one e-mail, and it was from Sara. He gathered what wits he had left, and clicked it. Hey Avery. What's up? Listen, I don't exactly know what happened today in the car, but like I told you earlier, I did like it. So then, where do we go from here? I don't know the answer to that question, either. You kind of ruined the moment earlier by coughing. It's okay, though, because I doubt if one of us hadn't done something, you would have been touching me until my mother came home. Well, I hope to see you again tomorrow in class. Luv Always, Sara Avery leaned back into the chair. He didn't know what to think. He could still feel some remnants of her lips on his. He touched them for no particular reason. Thinking nothing of it, he logged off, and went about his runs. THE MOTORCYCLE RIDE It was a cold night, a little cooler than usual. Not many cars occupied the road. In the distance, you can hear the roaring of a motorcycle engine. Avery rode on the motorcycle, breaking the speed limit. He had nothing in particular on his mind. It was a month removed from Tony and Sara's kiss and it had devastating affects on their relationship. He had given up on Sara permanently, and he had no plans of looking for another girl again. Sure, he had met quite a few girls his Senior year, some of which he found very attractive, but he felt that friendship was more important to him than having a girlfriend. Realizing a few things, he remembered why he had given up on Sara. As their Senior year in high school progressed, Sara had developed a crush on him. Avery was too blind to see that, and while he was trying to get her off his mind, she wanted him. As the school year grew to a close, things happened that would change him forever. Instead of asking Sara, like he should have, he asked a girl named Jenna to be his girlfriend. Jenna was nineteen, older than Avery. Of course, she turned him down. Realizing that he really loved Sara, he tried things with her, and received no answer. Later, he would learn the answer. She had also given up on him and grown close to Richard, the guy every girl swooned over. Feeling abandoned, he bottled up his feelings, and tried to hide in the comfort of a pair of headphones. The last attempt came a few weeks later. She replied to him that things could work, but it would require change that neither one of them were ready to make. Once again, feeling abandoned, he drowned his feelings in a pair of headphones. This e-mail, however, gave him a sense of closure. What he had tried to attain he been done. She would always be his, just not in the way he wanted. He let it go, trying to save whatever part of his heart he had left. Others would come, but none of them had as much impact on him as Sara. She was his first true love, and she was also the one that got away. After enough growth had occurred, he made a promise to himself. If he ever felt the way he felt for Sara for another girl, he would not let her slip through his fingers. Of course, it would be hard, but his heart had grown stronger since then. There had been many examples of how trying to date a close friend had failed him. Though Avery waited until it was eighteen to begin dating, he found himself attracted to so many women that he practically asked out any girl who gave him the time of day. He thought long and hard, and finally remembered one very painful one. Once, he asked his friend, Dianna, and she had turned him down. Dianna had the same birthday as Jenna and was a close friend of hers. In fact, that's how Jenna and Avery met. His asking Dianna out ruined the friendship. There were some attempts to get them to talk again, but they all failed. There was a deep void that developed between them since that time, and it didn't seem like it was closing anytime soon. Soon after Dianna, Avery sought solace in Erin. After he could open his heart, perhaps even one last time, he let Erin know how he felt about her. Erin was an eighteen year-old blonde beauty with brains to match. Sadly, her parents would not have it because he was black, and they didn't like the idea of their daughter dating a black guy. Despite that difference, the two continued to love and care for each other. Occasionally she would stay after school with Avery and listen to him sing. He remembered the kiss he had given to her recently. It was her first kiss, which she enjoyed a great deal. But for Avery, it was just a kiss. Strong friendship played a role for Avery and Hally. They had been friends since 7th grade when she first moved to the area. She would never date Avery because he was such a good friend to her. He loved, cherished, and valued her friendship. She was the kind of person that you could tell anything to, and she wouldn't go behind your back, and tell someone else about it. He felt lucky to have her. Now, in Senior year, Hally had just recently turned eighteen, and held a small party. Avery attended, only to leave minutes later noticing both Sara and Jenna were in attendance. Since the beginning of Senior year, there were three new transfers that Avery thought about. First and foremost, there was Jessica. Her parents came from Cuba. She was one of the most popular girls in school. She was eighteen, spoke multiple languages and held parties at her house almost every weekend. She generally seemed to want to be his friend, but Avery has been unreachable because he was afraid he would end up liking her. She had the face and body to be a model, though she barely reached five feet. She had that wondrous Latina brown skin, one of Avery's favorites about a woman. He did want to get to know her, but for some reason, he felt like there was something deeper and darker inside of her that he didn't want to know about. Next was Kirsten. Kirsten was a tall brunette with long, slender legs and a tight waist. She transferred from Illinois and was older than most students in their grade. She had an hereditary autoimmune disease that held her back from school at least a year. Approaching graduation, she was nineteen years old and well on her way to turning twenty. Avery had a short-lived crush on her before he realized he knew very little about her. So, he wrote her a note, and told her that he'd get to know her a little better. Of course, she had a boyfriend. He learned a valuable lesson then; never hit on a taken woman. It was okay, though, because he really wasn't trying to get her to date him; he just wanted to know her a little better. Although they do have a small, yet sturdy friendship, he felt there was something not being said by both sides. Something that each of them share that he couldn't seem to figure out. The last of the girls was Susie, another transfer from another part of the state. As graduation approached, she had just recently celebrated her eighteenth birthday. Avery did not attend, despite being invited. He really liked this girl at one point, although she had a short lived dating relationship with Richard. What she really saw in him is beyond him. He did ask her out, and she turned him down because she didn't want a boyfriend at the time. Finally, he let it go. There were all sweet, young, beautiful women that Avery would love more than anything to get to know, but his hormones were raging. He didn't know if he actually had feelings for any of them or if he was just being persuaded by his manhood. All these thoughts swam around Avery's head as he drove down the empty road. It was very unusual for the road to be so empty, he thought to himself. As he looked around, he saw three guys pulling on a woman in the shadows. He quickly pulled his bike into the parking lot, and downed off the engine. Two of the men went to attack him, while one started away with the girl to a car. Avery acted quickly, though, using his eight year advantage in martial arts against them. One tried to punch him. Avery caught his fist in his hand, and pounded his fist into the guy's stomach. He felt to his knees, gripping his abdomen. The other tried to punch him, but Avery moved out of the way, and kicked him in the jaw, sending him collapsing backward. Afterward, he ran for the last man and the woman. He could now see that she had curly brown hair, but he couldn't make her face out. The man threw her to the ground, and pulled out a knife. Avery readied himself for it. Almost like lightning, the man lashed out toward Avery. Even faster, he grabbed his arm, knocked the joint upward, forcing the knife to fall from the man's hand, and then threw him over his shoulder. The man nearly fell unconscious from the punishment. When Avery turned around, he saw it was Jessica. He looked again at the man, and it was her Brock, her boyfriend. Seeing these things made Avery tense. He gave Jessica one last look before he left. What was going on? He figured he would never know. The driveway was dark and empty as he pulled into it. He silenced his bike, and opened the door. His mother was out at work. Inside, it was just the same as outside, dark and empty. He turned on some lights, and walked upstairs. On the way, he greeted his dog that lay asleep on the steps. He reached the second floor, and let down the stairs to the attic. He walked upstairs, and found that it was the some as downstairs and outside, dark and empty, except for his bed, television, library of video games, DVDs, and books, his laptop, and his computer, which for some reason always remained turned on. He walked over to it, and turned on some music. He had only one thing on his mind, and that was the incident with Jessica. He wondered why Brock was being so forceful with her. Perhaps they were drunk or had some kind of fight and Jessica overreacted. She was known throughout the popular ranks as being a bit of a drama queen, but figured she would spread some light on the subject. He knew that the next day was an A day, and he saw her third block. He dropped the subject for the time being to concentrate on the computer. Once he signed online, he heard "you've got mail". He clicked the mailbox, and it revealed only one message from someone he thought would never e-mail him again. It was from Sara. It didn't have a title. Not caring for it, he just closed out the box, and signed off-line. Sighing, he lied down in his bed and went to sleep. Avery and Jenna Pt. 01: Daydream THE DREAM & THE CALL Avery sat helping Jenna with her schoolwork, listening to Sisqo. It was just the first track, and he knew that soon his favorite track would be playing. He continued to help her until the track came on. He then wrapped his arms around her waist, and began to sing it to her. She put her pencil down, and allowed him to embrace her. She closed her eyes, and leaned back into him. Feeling his hands travel from her stomach to her chest, she jumped up, and walked away. He followed, and again embraced her from behind. She left again, and went into the wall. A third he embraced her, and this time, she turned herself around in his arms, and quickly kissed him. However, he caught the kiss with one of his own, and the two began to make out. She quickly unzipped her pants, and pulled them down, and Avery mimicked her. Lifting her off the ground, and began to enter her body. She moaned loudly out of lust for him to continue. She wrapped her arms and legs around his body, and held him close to her. They continued until the seventh track on the CD began to play. Her moans had transcended into screams as Avery pushed deeper and harder than before. Then, simultaneously, they both reached the pinnacle of their love making, and Avery pumped his seed deep into her body. Both sweating from the experience, he let her down. Avery awoke from the dream in a wet haze. He was in such a befuddlement that he didn't even realize what had wakened him up. It was the telephone. He peered at his clock, which read 12:37 AM. The only person calling him this late was probably his mother, he thought, so he hopped from bed. "Hello?" "Hey, Avery? It's Jenna. Were you sleeping?" "No, I was just working on some music, and it's been really tiring. So, what's up?" "Well, I was sleeping, and I had this dream of me and you having sex in the chorus room. It kind of scared me. That's why I'm calling," she said. Her breath was rapid. Avery could only imagine what she was feeling. "Wow. Was I good in the dream?" he asked, trying to lessen the tension by making light of their shared dream. Of course, Jenna had no idea Avery had the same dream. "You were incredible. It hurt so much afterward, but you held me, and let me know that you loved me. I'm sweating so badly from it," she replied. That's all Avery needed. He could now assume that she liked the dream. "So, why did you really call?" "I really don't know why I called you. I just miss talking to you. I wasn't going to say anything, but the dream got me so worked up, I just had to let you know. Listen Avery, I remember telling you that I only thought of you as a friend. Lately, I've been thinking of the possibility of dating you, and it seems like I've made some really big mistakes. And, I don't know how you'll react to this, but I'd like to date you, if you want to." Avery was completely blown away. Not just from the dream that just a few minutes earlier that they both shared, but that's all it took for Jenna to come around. A dream is all it took. "Listen, give me one day to think about it. Is that okay?" "Yeah, that's fine, but you have to tell me tomorrow." "I will, I promise," he said. They exchanged good-byes, and he hung up the phone. Wow, what a night! He laid his head back on the pillow and fell asleep once again, this time, not to dream. THE THOUGHT PROCESS & THE DECISION Avery thought long and hard on the subject. He was more in shock than anything else. Just five or six minutes earlier, he had the exact same dream that made Jenna want him. He sat at the computer. The alarm had awakened him. He knew Senior year was rapidly approaching the end. Only a few weeks remained before he and many of the most important people in his life would graduate and go their separate ways. He wore a white Fubu T-shirt, and a pair of red shorts that match the shirt. Avery loved Fubu. His watch read 6:00 AM. In about ten minutes, he had to drive off to school, just to beat the morning traffic. He raised from the chair, grabbed his helmet and keys, and closed the door behind him. He walked downstairs, and greeted his dog, who jumped on him at the sight of him. He didn't have time to play with him, though. As he walked outside, a thought shot through his mind like a hot knife through butter. He threw his helmet down, and walked over to his car. He decided to take the car, just in case Jenna wanted a ride home. He started the engine, and began to drive away. In AP Government, Jenna walked in a few minutes late. Avery said nothing to her. He was too occupied with his pair of headphones. He was listening to "Your Home is in My Heart" by Boyz II Men and Chante Moore. He noticed that she was sneaking peaks of him through the corner of his eyes. She was talking to Kirsten. Kirsten seemed to be really interested in what she had to say. Avery thought nothing of it. Kirsten walked to him, and tapped him on the shoulder. "Did Jenna really ask you out?" she asked in disbelief. "Yeah, she did," he said, not actually getting the big picture. "What are you going to tell her?" "I don't know. I haven't thought about it enough yet," he answered. "I think you two would make a much better couple than when she dated Turner or Richard," she said. "Thanks," he said. He didn't care much for Turner or Richard, although they were some of his closest friends. He didn't exactly know why it was such a big deal for Jenna to ask him out. He figured because he'd asked her twice throughout Senior year, and both times she'd turned him down that this was a crazy role reversal. "Well, goodbye," she said, walking back over to Jenna. He didn't respond to her. He was deep in thought. Not just about the proposition from Jenna, but the fight he had with Jessica's boyfriend, and the e-mail that Sara sent, which he realized he hadn't checked yet. He didn't give it another thought, and continued to listen to the music. DE English was all about him. Everyone knew about Jenna asking him out. Everyone agreed that they would make a good couple. He kept his headphones on his ears as much as possible, and when his classmates asked him questions, he would answer them as best he could as quickly as he could. As he walked into the Chorus room for third block, he dreaded the idea of seeing Jessica. He didn't know whether or not she'd be angry with him. All he knew was that he'd like to just leave school, and call Jenna, and let her know from there. He sat away from everyone, trying to avoid all contact. His friend, Susie, being the loving girl that she is, walked over to him. She sat on his lap, and gave him a kiss on the cheek. "Hey babe!" she exclaimed. It was normal for Avery to receive compliments like this. Despite Avery's size, most people found him to be adorable, like a teddy bear. "Hey," he said in a tone that was barely discernible. "What's wrong?" she asked. He was also used to hearing things like that. "Nothing. I'm just confused and tired," he said, trying to shake her from him lap. She rose up, and walked away. He put headphones back on, and began to listen to Luther Vandross. He skipped the first track, and went to "Don't Want to Be a Fool". The song made a good reference. He didn't want to be a fool like he was with her in the beginning, or with Sara. Sara had caused him more pain than anyone else in his life. Jenna had hurt him twice before in the past, and he didn't want it to happen again. He doubted it would a third time, considering that she had asked this time, and his turning her down would hurt her. He sat his feelings aside for the time being as Kirsten walked over to him. This was greatly uncommon. She usually walks in, leaves to go somewhere, and comes back into the class like twenty minutes later. "Jessica told me you beat up her boyfriend last night," she said, pulling up a chair next to him. "I didn't know what was going on. All I could see was a guy forcing a girl into a car, and two others helping him. I didn't know it would be her and her boyfriend," he said in his defense. "Well, from what she told me, she broke up with him earlier that evening, and he was having a hard time accepting that it was over. She was actually happy that you helped her. There's no telling what he would have done to her," she said, brushing her hair back. Avery loved Kirsten's hair. He always seemed to notice hair first when he saw women. He seemed to have some weird hair fetish. She had the two front strands pulled back, and tied behind her head. "Where is she?" he asked, noticing that she wasn't leaving any time soon. "She's talking to her ex-boyfriend. She told me that she wanted to talk to you later," she replied. She stood up, and returned the chair to its rightful place against the wall. "All right," he exclaimed. He didn't have much to say to Kirsten or to Jessica for that matter. Perhaps he could apologize for kicking the crap out of her ex-boyfriend. Just before his thoughts could come together, she walked into the room. Avery felt his discomfort sky rocket. She was WAY too sexy for him, and her attitude only made her more attractive. She quickly walked into the room, and placed her things on the table. Kirsten walked up to her, and the two exchanged words between each other. Avery turned his headphones off, but left them on, like he was still listening to them. He could barely hear what they were saying. It didn't sound that interesting at all. They continued to talk to each other, occasionally glancing over at Avery. At the end, she smiled at him, and waved. He waved back, not saying anything. She gestured for him to come to her. Reluctantly, he took the headphones off, and moved forward toward to the two beautiful goddesses. "Thanks for last night. I don't know what my boyfriend would have done to me," she said, a light smile still subsisting on her face. "You're welcome. Always happy to help," he said in a confident voice so as not to let her know how tired he was. Feeling that awkward moment of silence in between a conversation, he decided to sit back down. He walked away from them, and sat in the chair, but left his headphones off. Jessica kept her eyes on him. Kirsten leaned to her, and whispered something to her. She slowly made her way to him. She looked downward then straddled herself on his lap. She took his hands, and put them around her. He received the hint, and rested his arms around her body on his lap. She put her arms around his neck. Keeping one hand on her lower back, he ran his fingers through her hair, which was curly, just the way he liked it on her. She moved a bit to see what he was doing. She licked her lips slightly, and peered down at his. Avery mimicked the gesticulation, adding a thin layer of saliva on his lips. She just kept looking down at his lips. Then, the exact feeling he had felt about the same time last year in his car overtook him again. Time stopped, and the only thing he could make out in front of him were her big, beautiful, brown eyes. Without thinking, the two dove for each other with their lips. They connected a nanosecond later, and meshed together. He wasn't sure what else was happening around him. Both had their eyes shut tightly, blocking out the stereotypes of the outside world. Somehow, their tongues began to rub together, stimulating Jessica's body. She could feel her nipples acclimatize, and her other set of lips began to overrun with fluids. "Hey, you two, here comes Mrs. Bonnet," Kirsten said. They broke the kiss erotically, leaving a long bridge of saliva that stretched with all its might from Avery's lips to Jessica's. She smiled at him, and gently led her forehead onto Avery's. "Wow. I would have never expected that kind of kiss from you, Avery. I didn't think you were much of a kisser," she confessed. "Neither did I," he retorted, still holding her tightly to him. Her nipples were hard enough for anyone to notice them. As Mrs. Bonnet began to talk, she stayed on Avery, but turned around to give the teacher her attention. The rest of the class was basically just the three of them talking. When the class ended, she kissed him on the cheek, and gave him her phone number. He promised himself he would call her. He left only to realize he had totally forgotten about Jenna, and her question. He got into French class, and placed his things down. "Bonjour, Avery!" Mm. Renee spoke to him. "Bonjour et Au Revoir," he spoke quickly. He was trying to leave the before. Suddenly, all of his body functions stopped. His eyes could see nothing but one thing. His heart skipped two or three beats, his palms perspired, and the lump in his throat grew as Jenna walked into the room. She took a quick glance at him. She seemed to be really depressed about something, and Avery knew what it was. She wore an aquamarine shirt, and a pair of white shorts with a peculiar pattern on them. The pattern matched the color of her shirt. They showed off a good amount of leg. Swallowing his pride, he walked over to her. She placed her backpack down, and looked upward to him. He ran his hands through her bright red hair, which made her irresistible. Then, that heart stopping moment occurred once again as their eyes connected. Knowing that he may never stop kissing her, he had to break the silence. "You want a ride home today?" he asked her, clearly his throat. "Sure. That'd be great," she answered. Her facial expression had changed to pure happiness. As he began to walk away, she called out to him again. "Hey, can I sit by you today?" "Yeah, sit in front of me so Madam doesn't say anything about it," he told her. He walked up behind her, and put his hands on her waist. She let out a little screech from surprise. He moved her out of his way, and grabbed her stuff. She smiled, and headed to her new seat like a little schoolgirl. He placed her things down, and sat down in the seat behind her. She sat down, and turned to talk to him. "Are you still thinking?" she asked in a sad kind of tone. "Yeah, but I won't leave today without giving you an answer," he assured her, returning to his fondling of her hair. They sat silent together as he stroked her soft, curly, crimson hair. She leaned back slightly to give him complete access to her body. He left her hair, and began to gently rub her shoulders. He leaned forward, and began to kiss her ear. "You liked that dream of us making love, didn't you?" he asked her. "Yeah. When I woke up, I was so hot and sweaty that I was touching myself and didn't realize it," she told him. Wow, out of all the girls he knew, he would have never thought he would have heard those words from her lips. That only made her sexier. He kissed her neck. She caught him before he could withdraw, and put her hand on the back on his neck. She gently moaned out loud. Her eyes were closed, and she did not want to open them. Avery looked upward to see Sara walk into the room. He felt a smile creep across his face. "Why'd you stop?" she asked, almost bewailing. "I don't want to turn you on just yet," he replied, kissing her cheek. "Too late," she said. They straightened up, and gave the teacher their attention as the bell rang, and the class began. "So, have you thought enough, Avery?" she asked, putting the backpack on her shoulder. "Yeah, I have, but I'm not going to tell you just yet. You'll have to wait," he said. He knew that response would drive her crazy. She was unhappy with the answer, but she had a feeling what Avery was up to. He walked her down to the Chorus room, which was open. Mrs. Bonnet had left, and the stereo was open. The two waited a few minutes as the Chorus room emptied out. When it was finally empty, he went up to the stereo, and began to turn some music on. THE DANCE He put the CD on the same track as the dream they shared together. "Sound familiar?" he asked, putting the case down on the piano. "Yeah! This is the same song from my dream," she said surprised. "You did have the same dream I had, didn't you?" she said, a smile hinged on her face. He did not answer. He walked over to her and held out his hand. She took it in hers, and she stood up as he backed away from her. He placed her hands around his neck, and he put his around her waist. She knew exactly what he was trying to do. They began to dance slowly to the song, letting themselves go as the music flowed into their souls. "Why did you bring me here?" she asked, staring him in the face. He wasn't staring her in the face; he had learned from the previous incidents. He just shrugged his shoulders. "I don't know," he said, denying every instinct he had to take her right there, despite the fact that he knew that she would let him. "Did you bring me here to sing to me? You did that in the dream," she said, trying to catch his eyes. He continued to turn away from her. "No." "To hold me?" she said as she turned around, keeping his hands around waist. She pushed her curvy butt back into him a bit, trying to tempt him. "No." She could feel him growing behind her, and she loved it. She had to have more. She took control, and walked him over to a chair. He sat down first, and she on his lap, feeling his hard erection sepulchered between her butt cheeks. She started to rub against it. His hands stayed on his waist, though. She gripped his thighs, and ground herself on him. "To kiss me?" she asked as she leaned back, and planted a single kiss on his lips. Avery felt a sparse shock go through his bones. "No." She took his hands from her waist, and slowly ran them over her breasts. He took control, and gently squeezed them as he rubbed them in a circular motion. "To touch me?" she moaned out. "Maybe," he said, kissing her neck. Her grinding had grown into basic dry sex. She would have had her orgasm right then and there, but she held back, waiting for the right time. "Where do you want me to touch you?" "Mmm, all over my tits," she confirmed, as she once again gripped his thighs to grind herself on his lap. With one hand, he left his breast, and slowly went inside of her shorts. He began to rub down the slit of her pussy through her panties. "Is that okay?" "Yes," she whispered. "You like that, don't you?" "You know I do," she replied, still trying to grind on him. He ran his finger a little faster. He lifted up her shirt just high enough so it was showing her white bra, and then he bunched it up above her tits. He ran his hand between them. They felt so warm to him. He twitched his cock underneath her. She leaned back harder into him as she felt the waves of ecstasy take over. She gripped her other tit as he rubbed her nipple. He slipped another finger inside her panties, and spread her pussy lips apart. Using his stomach muscles, he pushed upward so his penis would slide against her spread open pussy. She continued to moan. "You want to feel my dick?" he asked, still fingering her. "Yes," she managed to breathe out into between her moaning. "Tell me you want to feel it," he said, stopping his fondling so she could. "Please let me feel it," she begged smiling. He reached down, and unzipped his pants. He reached into his boxers, and pulled his erection out into the open. "Wow. It's big!" she exclaimed. He pulled down her shorts and panties to her ankles, and began to rub his penis around her pussy, trying not to instill it inside of her just yet. "Oh wow. It feels so good," she moaned out. "She must have needed this for a long time," Avery thought to himself. "Do you want me to put it inside?" he asked, rubbing her tits again. "Yes," she said, stroking his hard dick, milking the pre-cum from it. "Beg me, baby," he said. She moaned like a little girl that just had her favorite doll taken away from her. He reached up, and stuck the two fingers he had put inside of her into her mouth. She licked all the juices from them like they were the last drink on Earth. Avery and Jenna Pt. 01: Daydream "You want me to fuck your tight pussy, Jenna?" he asked, taking his fingers away from her. "Mmm, please fuck me," she begged. With that, he slowly pushed inside of her. He could feel her hymen blocking him from going any further. "This may hurt a little, okay?" he said. She moaned in agreement, and he pushed a little harder to break her hymen. She let out a sharp cry of pain. She put her hands on his lap, trying to stop him. He waited for her to give him permission to continue. Two or three minutes later, she began to slide up and down on his penis, letting him know that she was ready. He pushed up a bit. She felt wet and velvety. It was so hot, so tight, so soft, and so inviting that Avery knew he wasn't going to be able to last as long as initially thought. As their stroking continued, the music stopped, and the only noise that could be heard was the sound of their bodies gently slapping together, and her moans of pain and pleasure. He took hold of her hips, and helped her bounce on his penis. She leaned back against his chest, and let the lower part of her body do all the work. As the bouncing speed increased, so did her moaning. He continued to kiss her neck as she fucked him with all of her strength. He kept pushing upward. Her fluids ran from between her legs all over his lap and the seat. She couldn't say anything. All she could do is bounce on him and moan. Her shirt somehow found its way on the floor. Her bra remained, and her shorts and panties still lingered bunched up around her ankles. "Oh god, oh god, oh god, oh god, OH GOD!!" she yelled. She straightened up, and pushed down harder onto him. She threw her head back, and screamed so loud she could have awakened the dead. Her orgasm started between her legs, and fanned through her legs, made her fingers shake, and made her ears tingle. She sat on him, her heart still racing, her breathing still expeditious. They continued for a few minutes before she couldn't go on. She fell to the floor. Avery lied there in the chair, looking at her nearly naked body. Those soft, strong legs, her beautiful skin, and her large breasts that were still concealed by the bra. Then, an idea hit him. He fell onto her body, his penis just inches away from her tits. "What are you doing?" she asked, still out of breath. "I want to fuck your tits," he said. She unclipped the bra, and released her big breasts for him to see. Her nipples were a light pink, and very hard. He scooted forward, and pushed them together around his cock. He stroked there for a few minutes. She could feel her back and the area between her tits reddening from the kneading. Avery could feel his balls tighten, and he knew he didn't have much longer. He freed his penis, and aimed for the crevice he just fucked. With a few lightning fast strokes, he released current after warm current of cum. She moaned in approval. He felt the rush die down, and he sat on top of her for a while she scooped up some of it and licked it off of her fingers. THE AWAKENING He drove through the suburbs, passing by some large houses. He was so tired from earlier that he had to fight to keep himself awake. He didn't bother to fix his shirt, and his pants were still soiled in Jenna's now encrusted juices. She sat in the passenger seat, rubbing her thighs. She could still taste the salt in her mouth from Avery's cum. Her legs tingled from her single orgasm. Her tits stung a little from the unusual attention that they were given. All that she could think was the fact that she wanted more. Of course, she wasn't going to get it then, because she wasn't physically ready for sex again, but when she was, she was going to have sex with him as long as she could. "Is this the house?" he asked, pulling into the driveway of a large, white house. "Yeah, this is it," she replied. He turned the parking brake on, and turned the car on. They sat together for a few moments. "Listen Avery, please don't tell anyone about what happened today," she said. She didn't move. Her mind was still trying to gather her thoughts. Avery knew something wasn't okay with her. Her speech was a little slurred, and her breath had yet to return to her. He took her in his arm. "Are you okay?" he asked. Whether she admitted it or not, something was wrong with her. She, at first, didn't say anything or move. Soon, however, her eyes glazed over, and she leaned into him. "I'm just in a lot of pain," she cried. Her soul just poured out as her tears came, one behind the other. "It's okay, it's okay," he said, comforting her. She cried for a few minutes before she was all cried out. He lifted up a head, and kissed her on the lips. She accepted him, and relaxed completely. Her lips were soft and full... "Avery, Avery, are you okay?" someone asked him. The voice faded into existence. He didn't know where it was coming from. It wasn't Jenna's voice, but a voice that was a little firmer. He shook his head, and the voice was louder. "Are you okay?" the voice asked again. He realized he was back into the Chorus room. He was sitting in a chair. His arms were around someone's body. She was soft and warm, perhaps even warmer than Jenna. His vision began to slowly cut back in. Eventually, his senses returned to him. He looked upward to see Erin sitting there. "What?" he asked quietly, as he tried to collect his bearings. "Are you okay?" she asked a third time, this time with concern painted on her face. "It's nothing." "Tell me." "It's nothing. I was just thinking." "Aw, come on, tell me." "Really, it's okay. It was just a daydream," he said, wrapping his arms around her waist again. He laid his head on her shoulder, and began to kiss it.