0 comments/ 657 views/ 2 favorites Avery and Jenna Pt. 05 By: Michael_Calvin THE SIGHT College life was not much of a life if you did not take the time to occasionally enjoy it. At least that was Avery's belief in it all. It was a time to learn and be serious, certainly; that notwithstanding, he understood that every once in a while you should grab a cold brew, put your feet up on the table, watch some football, and not have a single care in the world. The fall semester of junior year had just ended. He was more thrilled than anything else. His apartment was a great deal smaller than his first one; but the company he had, that was quite a different story. He chose a much better friend with whom to room. He approached the door of the apartment, slipped the key into the lock and walked into his new apartment. It was a two bedroom, one and a half bath. Though, one of the rooms was going to be used as some sort of a gym, because this particular roommate liked to be around Avery all the time. When that point was asserted, Avery made it a counterpoint to acknowledge: he, too, felt that same mutual connection to his new roommate. In the living room was his television. It took the both of them to lift the 120lbs. piece of hardware, but they managed to get it into the apartment and into the designated spot of the entertainment center with only minimal stress. There were several unopened boxes littering the grayish tan carpet. The walls were newly painted, a pale white color. There was an unfinished bar that was succeeded by a small kitchen. It was barely large enough for two people to go inside and cook, but it was sufficient, nonetheless. A large sliding window led to the patio outside. There was a black sofa, a small table (that Avery collected from some people while they were throwing out old stuff from their apartment months prior), and a matching black lazy boy in the corner of the room. It was a cozy, little place. The small size only added to the intimacy of himself and his roommate. He closed the door behind himself. He could hear the shower running in the master bedroom. In his hand, several bags of groceries which he left onto the kitchen counter. He walked down the slightly darkened hallway and opened the door to the room. It was the only room in the entire apartment that had been finished. To the far side of the room, a large dresser containing clothes on the inside and a small television on top. Directly next to it was a DVD tower, nearly completely full, thanks entirely to Avery's hoarding. Next to that was a queen-sized bed. It took a great deal of space in the room but the size was well worth the space it took. On the left side of the room from the doorway was a small stand with pictures of Avery and his new roommate taken during the summer. Directly across from that was a small table with a notebook computer on it. It was Avery's roommate's laptop. His computer was going to be set up in the living room, for lack of space in the master bedroom. He walked inside and sat down onto the foot of the bed. It faced the doorway leading into the hallway, but to the side of that was the door to the bathroom. He took off his shoes and placed them under his bed. He leaned backward and rested his weight on his elbows. He let his head fall backward and exhaled deeply. He had a terribly long day. The shower water finally stopped running just seconds shy of five minutes. He heard the shower door being opened. He could hear his roommate wrestling with items in the bathroom. He peered at the door, anxiously awaiting it be opened and release the piece of gold inside. He looked at the clock on the small table. It read 4:25 PM. This little bit of information did upset him. It meant that he only had three hours before he would be temporarily saying goodbye to his roommate. He wanted so desperately to see his roommate. Just the thought of seeing his roommate emerge from the shower, dripping wet from water and smelling of the body wash, made Avery's nestled member stiff and rigid. He looked down at it. It made a tent in his jeans. He knew that within minutes, the swelling would be attended to by the sweetest, most wonderful person in the world, at least to Avery. Finally, he heard the door unlock and the knob turn. It made a rusty, metal sound. It was pulled back, and from it stood the person of whom he was so very fond. She brushed her wet hair back. Covering her body was a white bath robe. That did not matter. Avery had explored every inch of what was underneath that robe. He knew its taste. He knew its smell. He knew every single point on it that drove her senses into a kind of bliss very few people ever reach. When she saw him, she stopped and smiled. "Hi dear," Jenna said, still running her small fingers through her hair. "Hi back," he flirted, his head tilted slightly to the left. She walked over to him slowly. When he saw it, he spoke. "Stop," he ordered. Jenna did just as she was told. He smiled to her and moved his head to the right. "The robe, lose it," he said to her. She smiled widely to him, showing off her pearly whites. She untied the sash holding the sides together, and let it drop to the floor. The robe fell apart a bit, showing a teasing amount of her large bust. She took the sides and opened the robe, revealing a long and slender body. Her stomach was tight and toned. Her breasts hung adoringly from her chest. Her nipples were pink and only slightly swelled from them. Then there was her navel. Small and round, it sat in the center of the v formed by her tight stomach; suffice it to say, seeing it drove Avery wild. And lucky for him, Jenna greatly enjoyed her navel being caressed. Her tiny navel was second only to her grand treasure, her freshly shaven vagina. The lips were a light red color, signifying that they were flushed with blood. She stood in front of Avery, her hands running up her stomach; slowly she leaned back and let the robe slip from her petite form. Avery's dick twitched when she made the sexy gesture. He licked his lips, wanting so badly to taste her. She shifted her weight to one leg, cupping her breasts in her hands. She pinched the nipples between her index and middle fingers. She looked at Avery, waiting for his next order. "I want to see you lick your nipples," he said to her. She smiled, lifting one of her heavy breasts in her hands. Her tongue flowed sexily from her mouth and she began to lick her own nipple, stimulating it. It grew at the attention she was giving it. She moved around the nipple, slowly and making sure to use enough saliva for him to see it glisten. Avery bit his bottom lip as she did it. "Now, I want you to get on your knees and crawl over to me," he said to her, sitting up onto the edge of the bed. Jenna slowly descended to the ground. Her knees planted firmly onto the carpet, she placed her hands in front of her. She was on all fours, just the way Avery liked her to be. She slowly crawled over to him, making sure to keep the look of longing and desire. She pressed her head into the crotch of his jeans, rubbing her wet hair into it. She moved her face around in a circle, making sure his hardening dick touched her entire face. Avery grabbed the back of her head and looked at her. "Now, are you going to be a good, little girl or are you going to be a dirty little slut honey?" he asked, with a smile on his face. Jenna's pussy oozed over at his words. "I'll be whatever you want me to be," she said, her head in his hands and her ass sticking out into the air. "Well, you're a good girl, aren't you baby?" he asked, reaching for the zipper to his jeans. He took it in his large fingers. "Of course I'm a good girl babe," she said, smiling as she watched him. She wanted to do it for him, but enjoyed the sight she was viewing regardless. "I knew it. You don't want any of this, do you baby?" he teased, moving the zipper back and forth in his hand. She leaned forward, licking his hand. "Yes, I do dear. I do want it," she replied, looking up to him with big and inviting eyes. "I'm sure you don't want me to take it out baby," he said, letting go of the zipper. Jenna snickered, pulling her legs up underneath her. She sat up, putting her hands onto her thighs. She leaned forward, taking the zipper of his jeans between her teeth. She raised her eyebrows quickly once before beginning to pull it down. Watching her do something as sexy as this caused Avery's dick to twitch again. This time, it lightly tapped Jenna on her chin. She stopped when the zipper track had reached its end. She again looked up at Avery. "See? I told you I wanted it dear," she said softly. Avery ran his thumb across her cheek lovingly. She leaned to meet his hand. "Maybe you do. I'm not sure just yet baby girl," he said to her. She sat up again in the same manner as she had before, looking both innocent and curious. "Then what can I do to prove that I want it?" she asked him. He smiled. That was exactly what he wanted to hear. He reached downward and unbuttoned his jeans. Then, he pulled out his semi-erect phallus. It pointed straight at Jenna as if pointing to an old friend. She moved her lips to his growing cock, rubbing them up and down on it. She did not open them, but instead let him feel how soft they were. He watched her moving her lips on him. She opened her mouth and, starting from the base, she licked up the entire length with the tip of her tongue. She flickered upward all the way to the head. She ran her tongue across the top to get the drop of pre-cum that had formed. Avery smiled and then lifted her head to look him in the face. "Do you like what you see baby?" "You know I do." "What would you like to do with it?" "I'll do anything you tell me to do." "I want you to decide," he said, letting go of the back of her head. "No babe. I want you to decide," she said to him. Avery took his dick in his hands, stroking it slowly. "Are you going to be my dirty, little slut baby girl?" he asked her. Jenna smiled widely again, running her tongue against her teeth. "Of course I will babe. I'll be your little slut any day," she replied to him. Avery stroked a little faster at her words. "Mmm, why don't you lick and suck on my balls for a little bit baby," he said, still stroking himself. Jenna took his pants in her hands and pulled them down. He lifted his hardening cock upward, letting his balls hang. She turned her head to the side and took one of his balls into her mouth, sucking on it very gently. Avery shook and trembled as he stroked himself. She massaged him with her tongue and lips, moving the testicle around in her hot mouth. Finally, she stopped and took the other one into her mouth, giving it the same attention as she did to the other one. She sucked it into her mouth, causing a slight painful tension in Avery's body that always seemed to turn him on. She quickly lashed her tongue against the sensitive jewel in her mouth. Avery smiled and leaned downward to look her in the face. Jenna, not wanting to let it go from her mouth, moved closer to the bed and lifted her head upward to keep his tasty balls in her mouth. "Mmm, you're the best sweetheart," he said to her. She let his balls fall from her mouth, then sat up again, putting her hands onto her lap as before. "Thank you sweetheart. I do my best to please you," she said with a vibrant smile on her face. Avery sat on the bed, still running his hand up and down the length. Jenna watched as Avery pumped his elongated phallus. She admired every inch of it. She looked up into Avery's eyes and began to speak. "Babe, I want to do it for you," she said, putting her hands onto his thighs and moving them downward. She let her tits gently bump into his cock to tease him. "Mmm, I want to do it honey, but I have no problem giving you some cum if you want it," he said, stroking a little faster. Jenna moved her hand down between his legs and gently massaged his balls. "Where are you going to put your cum sweetheart?" she said, keeping her breasts right in front of Avery's dick. Her thumb and index finger softly rubbed one of his balls while she magically worked the others to stimulate the partnering testicle. Avery could feel a familiar tingle. "Why don't you tell me where you want it baby," Avery told her, scooting a bit closer to her. Jenna's mouth watered as she watched him pumping his rigid cock for her. "Mmm...dear, you pick today. You can put it anywhere you want to," she replied sexily, resting one hand onto his thigh for support while her other one caressed and milked his balls. She could feel them tighten and squeeze. It was a sure sign of his approaching release. He let his head fall backward, soft moans and sharp breaths slipping through his clenched teeth. She smiled from ear to ear. "Mmm, that's it babe. I'm right here. Give me your cum," she cooed for him. Avery lowered his head to see her with a sexy look rubbed on her face and her small, soft hand rubbing his balls. He shuttered several times and then spoke. "I'm gonna cum baby," he whispered, stroking it slowly to draw out the orgasm. Jenna stopped rubbing his balls and took the hint. She took her tits in her hands and held them up for Avery. He managed a lengthened sigh before the first few streams of his warm cum spread across her breasts. She bit her bottom lip as she observed the sight. It was something she had come to enjoy with every ounce of her passion. The streams turned into smaller drops. Some of it trickled onto his fingers. Avery breathed deeply, slowly regaining some self-control. Jenna rose up and kissed him passionately on the lips. "I was actually hoping you would cum in my mouth because I just got out of the shower," she confessed. He chuckled at the comment. "I'm sorry. I'll go get you a wash cloth," he started upward, but Jenna quickly stopped him. "No, no, it's alright babe. What you did was really sexy," she exclaimed, taking his hand and sucking his fingers clean. He marveled the view of Jenna eating the cum which had managed its way onto them before she went down to lick up the few drops which were on his balls. Then, with her fingers, she scooped the cum on her breasts and chest and ate it, savoring the taste which had, over time, grown on her. She consumed every drop she found, then took his dick and gave it one good, hard squeeze. Sure enough, one small drop was left. She wiped it away with her tongue, at last finishing by licking the salty remnants from her round, full lips. "You taste so good. You know that?" she smiled. "I swear, Watching you eat my cum like that is really hot." "I'll do anything for you, Avery." "And I'll do anything for you." Their lips met again, and devoured each other. THE TRIP Jenna and Avery sat quietly in his car as the traffic had blocked them from reaching the airport. Jenna sat, twirling a curl in her fingers, blowing bubbles with the gum she took from Avery. Avery was leaning against the side of the car, the boredom beginning to sink in. The music they heard offered no comfort to them. "Maybe we should have left earlier," she said, reaching down to flip through the radio channels. "I'm sorry, Jenna. It's my fault we left the apartment so late." She looked over at him with fire in her eyes. "The only thing I'm upset about is that we weren't able to make love before I left. Which means you owe me big time when I get back, mister," she said to him sexily, adjusting herself in the passenger side seat to comfort her increasingly wet condition to some degree. "I promise to take good care of you when you get back, my love," he said to her, pressing down the accelerator. They moved the whole of six feet before they were forced to stop again in traffic. Avery slapped the wheel and leaned back in the seat. Jenna looked over at Avery, whose hands were on his forehead. "Oh, dear. Don't be so upset, okay?" She said as she leaned over to Avery. A surge of pain exploded into Avery's temples. If Jenna missed her flight, it would be because of him. He closed his eyes and rubbed one side of his forehead, trying whatever he could to take his mind off of the traffic. Jenna, ever the inquisitive girl, rolled down her window and looked ahead to see if she could determine the cause of the back-up. "Honey, it looks like there's a huge accident in front of us. No wonder traffic is stopped," she exclaimed, sitting back down. She expected to hear some acknowledgement of her comment, but Avery said nothing. He sat there, stressed, and doing whatever he could to alleviate himself of the immense pain in his head. Jenna knew it was more than just the traffic. Finals took a heavy toll on Avery. He spent several days staying up to study. It caused a major strain on their relationship. Their class schedules did not sync up, either. Avery spent his mornings in lectures; Jenna spent much of her time at night in the drafting lab. They were so exhausted on weekends that they barely made love anymore. Avery was so excited for the winter break to arrive. He would get a chance to catch up on sleep and spend the time he was not sleeping, inside of the sexiest girl in the world. To him, at least; but then, Jenna broke the news to him that she was going out of the country. Avery was so distraught by the news that even Jenna offering herself to him did not assuage him. He spent a few days emotionally distant from Jenna. She knew he was frustrated, tired, and just wanted to spend time with her. But she also hoped he understood that this trip she was taking was necessary for her future. "Is there anything I can do honey?" she asked, looking at him with loving eyes. "It'll be okay. I just don't want you to miss your flight." A silence filled with unspoken words flooded the car as traffic began to move at last. "I hope you understand why I have to leave. I know you miss me. I miss you, too. But I may not get this opportunity again. And I really want to take it. But please don't take this as me not wanting to spend time with you, because you know that's not the case," she confessed, sighing afterward as though her words were so difficult to get out. "I do understand. I supported you when you chose to change your major to Architecture, and I support you now. But you can't blame me for being a little upset. I was looking forward to spending time with my girlfriend during the winter break and she tells me she's leaving for the entire break. It's just been a little difficult to not be with you is all," he said back to her, quickly slamming on the break as the car in front of him came to an immediate stop. "Honey, I know. Both of our majors are so demanding. When you told me you wanted to double major in Chemistry and Finance, I almost wanted you to tell me how we were going to find time for each other. But then I switched and you always seemed to make sure I knew I was still important to you. I will admit that I have not been as horny as I used to be, but it has nothing to do with me being less attracted to you. You drive me wild. But so does Architecture," she reached for one of his hands. He offered up his right hand to her, squeezing hers tightly. She leaned down to kiss it. "I know that these hands are going to take care of me. They already do. I never feel like I am missing out on anything. I never want to be with anyone else. I thank you so much for being understanding of my need to have my own career," she spoke, resting her cheek against the back of his hands, her eyes glistening with a slight accrual of tears. "That may be the sweetest thing you have ever said to me before," he responded, melting on the inside as he looked into her eyes. It were as though everything around them vanished. The only things in existence were he and her. Even Avery's headache temporarily subsided enough for him to enjoy the gravity-defying moment. Before long, a combination of Jenna's phone beeping and someone honking their car horn behind them sent them crashing back to Earth. But what a passionate moment they shared. As Avery started to move the car again, Jenna checked her phone to see it was Janelle. Avery and Jenna Pt. 05 [Hey friend! Just wanted to tell you to have a fun and safe trip.] [Thanks! What are you doing for winter break?] [I'm not going anywhere. I have to stay and work. And Alyssa is subletting her room in our apartment, so I want to be here to meet this new girl.] [I have a big favor to ask of you. Feel free to say no if you're going to be too busy.] [Okay, what is it?] [Avery's been really stressed out recently because of exams and our lack of having sex. Do you think you can spend some time with him while I'm gone?] [I'm not convinced I make a good substitute for you.] [Please? I'm not asking you to sleep with him or anything. Just don't let him be too lonely. Especially with Christmas coming up. I won't be here at all for the holidays and I know that really hurts him.] [No worries. I promise to take care of him as if he were my guy.] [Thank you! And no fucking my boyfriend. Or ELSE!] The cell phone went back into Jenna's pocket as Avery finally reached the exit to the airport. She wanted to spend these last few minutes with him before she left him for five weeks. As he pulled up to the terminal, they opened their respective doors. Avery opened the trunk to pull Jenna's suitcases from it. As he lifted them, Jenna stood shivering a bit from the already frigid air. It was a cold day for December. Colder than either of them expected. She was not bundled warmly enough for it. When Avery looked at her, she had a tear rushing down her face, taking her mascara with it. He wrapped his arms around her as tightly as he could. She sniffled a few times, fighting back the urge to break down. "I will miss you so much. Come back to me and be smarter and more accomplished," he said, wiping the liquid emotion from her face. "I love you with all of my heart. I'm such a lucky girl to have you," she said, situating her arms behind his head. "I'm not entirely convinced you're the lucky one in this relationship, but thank you for saying so beautiful," he replied. Jenna's cheeks flushed red. They always flushed red when he called her beautiful. It was the way the words genuinely escaped his lips. Jenna's lips devoured Avery's. Her trip was going to be the longest amount of time the two of them spent apart since they reconciled and the realization that he would not be sleeping next to her for the next few weeks was hitting her hard. When the kiss ended, neither of them said a word to each other. Jenna took her luggage and headed towards the terminal. Avery admired the way she walked as she moved away. He waited almost until she was out of sight before he returned to his car to leave. Jenna stood in the understandably long queue, waiting to be attended to. She pulled her phone from her pocket to see Janelle had responded back to her. [I can't promise I won't want to fuck him. Just kidding, haha.] [Just take of him for me. He means the world and beyond to me.] THE INVITATION A decidedly stressful look smeared Avery's face as he tried to figure out what from his nearly-full fridge he wanted to eat. Having Jenna with him made his choices so much easier. Without her around, Avery felt lost. As if an indispensable part of himself were missing, he surrendered to his indecision and closed the fridge. He walked out of the kitchen and crashed onto the couch, looking at his phone for a sign that Jenna still loved him. It had only been a few hours since she left, and she would not be in Switzerland for another nine hours. Still, his heart ached for her. So much so, that he found himself beginning to text her about how much he missed her. Before the text could be finished, a series of knocks found their way against his front door. He hopped up and crept over slowly to the entrance. Peering through the peephole, he noticed it was Janelle. "What could she want?" he said quietly, unlocking the door. Before him stood a girl whose body rivaled Jenna's own; although, he certainly did not possess the same feelings for her, as he did Jenna. She had a pair of black tights and high black boots covering her feet. He could not make out the shirt she was wearing, but she was covered by a thick maroon and black jacket. Her hair was tied back into a ponytail. Her lips shined in the sunlight, a sure sign that she was wearing lip gloss. "If you're looking for Jenna, she's already left," he said with a slightly dismissive tone, turning around to let her into the apartment. She closed the door behind her and then turned to face him. "Jenna was right. She told me you would be sitting in here looking like a lost dog," she said, putting on her biggest smile she could. "Yeah? She wasn't wrong," he replied, sitting back down onto the couch. She walked over and sat on the opposite end of the couch with him. "I'm here to get you out of the apartment. Jenna's orders. So, get dressed so you can come over." "And what happens if I refuse?" "I'll text your girlfriend and tell her how uncooperative you are being and convince her to withhold sex from you when she gets back." At those words, Avery immediately shot up to throw on a jacket and boots. "All right. Where are we going?" he inquired, trying to figure out if he should dress for an occasion or just wear something casual. "Well, you remember Alyssa, right?" "The bitch who didn't like me?" "She really didn't like you. Anyway, she's transferring to Pittsburgh and she sublet her room out. So, we're getting a new roommate. She's moving in now. We're going to have dinner and drinks tonight, and your presence is requested." Avery thought nothing of it. As he laced up his boots to leave, all he could think about was Jenna. All he could think about was her smooth skin, her velvet voice, and the curly red hair she possessed that drove him to the brink. He wanted her back. Janelle hurried Avery along. What was the worst that could happen? He thought it a good thing that Alyssa transferred. And perhaps this night could be fun. Though, without Jenna, he would have to lower his expectations to a new minimum. THE INCIDENT As Janelle opened the door to her apartment, sweet and savory aromas filled Avery's nose. He removed his jacket and shoes. Janelle's apartment was much bigger than his. The kitchen was nice and open, with plenty of counter space. The marble countertops were full dishes of food. From what Avery could tell, there was baked macaroni and cheese and some kind of chocolate cake. Everything smelled amazing. Janelle took off her jacket to reveal her shirt, a regular dark blue t-shirt with the Deloitte logo stretching across the front. "Hello anyone?" she said, wondering where everyone was. First, out came Maggie. Avery remembered her. She had on a pair of pajama pants that showed off her tight ass. She also wore a tight white shirt with their college logo on the front. Her hair was let down. She walked over to Avery and gave him a small hug. He inadvertently breathed in her scent and he was not disappointed in the least. Her body smelled fresh, as if she had just come from the shower. Her hair had a flowery scent. Her skin gave off a whiff of vanilla. Avery would have to keep his distance from her. "Long time, no see. How's life with Jenna?" she asked, strutting her way into the kitchen. Avery tilted his head to the side to watch as her tight ass moved back and forth as she walked. "Pretty good, actually. But I don't know what I'm going to do without her for five weeks," he answered, looking around the apartment. There was not much in the way of furniture. A long, gray couch against the wall in the center of the living room, a glass table in front of that, and two coffee tables sat affixed in front of a large, old tube television. Below it was a Playstation 3 and a wireless router. To the far left of the couch was a small, circular table covered with papers, laptops, cell phones, keys, and other miscellaneous items. Maggie slipped on some oven mitts and opened the stove, revealing some large pieces of salmon. Avery's mouth salivated at the sight. "Well, I suppose you're just stuck with us for the time being. I know none of us are Jenna but we're friends," she said as she sat the casserole dish onto the stove top and closed it. Before Avery could reply, he heard his phone ring. It was Jenna. She had presumably reached her layover. Avery opened the text. [I miss you! And these miss you too.] Attached to the text was a picture of Jenna's perfect breasts. Avery instantly got stiff at the image on his phone. Jenna had posed sexily for him, pulling her light purple bra beneath her breasts to hold them up and make them look bigger, even though they needed no help with that. Her nipples were visibly hard. Avery bit his bottom lip. "I'm going to use your bathroom really quick," he said. He popped into the small room and closed the door. He positioned the phone on the sink and quickly undid his belt. He was so turned on by her picture that Avery did not care that he was going to get off in their bathroom. He had to. He reached for a yellow hand towel and placed it onto the sink in front of him. No regard was given to the owner. He pulled out his almost fully erect penis and started stroking it with his left hand as he held his phone with his right. He did not waste any time trying to draw out the orgasm. A simple stroking would avail until he could get home and enjoy some of the homemade porn he had on his computer of him and Jenna together. He breathed as inaudibly as he could. He tapped the picture on his phone to enlarge the image. He centered it on Jenna's wonderful rack and kept jerking. He closed his eyes and imagined she were there with him. She was sitting on the toilet, her tits wet from her spit. His cock was buried in between them. He slipped back and forth, his eyes pasted on the sight of his engorged cock amid her tits. He could see the crevice between her tits getting pink from his dick, just the way he loved to leave her tits after he fucked them. A slight tingle began to build as he fantasized about Jenna's faultless tits being enclosed around Avery's cock. As he felt the cum beginning to rise from his balls, he let out a slight groan, amazed at how good this orgasm was actually going to be. "Sorry! I didn't know anyone was in here!" a voice called out to him from his side. Standing there with the door half-open was an alluring girl Avery had never seen before. She was markedly Asian, with long and sable hair. She was maybe two or three inches shorter than Avery. She had thin eyebrows, a petite nose, and lips with a light brown and pink hue. She had round glasses covering her deep, hazel eyes. Her chest did not protrude very far, but her body appeared quite taut and toned. She was wearing black jeans and a maroon sweater. The outfit was not particularly revealing, but it was more than enough to get Avery's attention first on her beauty before he realized he was caught. He stopped jerking himself off as the mystery girl stood there watching him. She had an indeterminate expression on her face. It was difficult to figure out what she was thinking at that moment. Avery's orgasm stopped at the half-way point. His balls and cock swelled from the incomplete expulsion of his seed. What did come out did not spray into the sink as he was positioned for, but rather oozed onto his hand and dripped onto the rug on the bathroom floor. Avery followed her eyes downward as a few drops of cum leaked out of himself. He could tell she was watching it trickle. He said nothing to her. He could not think of a single thing to say. The girl stood there for seconds more before she closed the door behind her without any semblance of haste, maintaining her brilliant poker face. Avery shuddered with embarrassment and immediately began to clean up the mess he made. How could he possibly explain what just happened? As he scrubbed the cum out of the rug, he realized he was using someone's hand towel to do it. He had no idea to whom it belonged. He stopped and started quickly rubbing the rug with his sock, trying to quickly dry it up. He scrubbed his hands clean and used the cum-laden towel to dry them. Not caring anymore about anything that happened, he finally gathered himself and left the bathroom. The girl who barged in on him was in the kitchen, helping Maggie finish preparing dinner. "Oh Avery, this is Mika. Mika, that's Avery. That's Jenna's boyfriend," Maggie exclaimed as she carefully pulled the salmon from the casserole dish and put three hefty pieces on a big plate. Avery flashed a half smile at her and waved slightly. Mika gave a heavy glance at him, as if she were staring into his soul. A few seconds later, she leaned over the bar and extended her left hand to him. "Nice to meet you. I remember Jenna from when we were all Accounting majors," she said. Avery reached his left hand to shake hers. But just as their hands met, Avery realized that it was his left hand he used to masturbate in the bathroom. Before he could withdraw it, Mika had a firm grasp on it. She flashed a large smile. Her shiny, white teeth were equally as flawless as the rest of her body. Avery found himself immediately attracted to Mika. There was nothing that especially stood out. But she was different than most girls he knew or dated. She was greater than the sum of her parts. He felt a certain connection to her. As their hands parted, Janelle came from out of her room. "Oh good, the two of you have met," she said, making her way to the kitchen. "Oh yes, we have," she responded, trying frantically to not let the corner of her mouth creep outward to form part of a smile. THE PHONE CALL Two days passed from the dinner. Avery was humiliated for thinking about Mika as much as he was. What was it about this girl that drove him so crazy? What did she have that Jenna did not? He could not put the pieces together, so he did what any conflicted male would do. He got onto his computer and emailed a very graphic message to Jenna, telling her in detail all of the things he wanted to do with and to her. Its exact contents were along the lines of restraining her with either a belt or a tie. Afterward, he would fuck her mouth like the little slut she was. Then he would fuck her from behind in both her pussy and her tight ass before squirting his cum deep inside of her. He was as descriptive as he could be. As the words blanketed the message on his computer, he felt whatever hold Mika had on him dissipate. He returned to wanting only Jenna. And for good reason. Jenna was a dazzling, busty, horny redhead who inexplicably and unconditionally loved him; Mika was just some girl who walked in on him stroking his dick to the love of his life. That rationale eased Avery's stresses. It was exactly the cure he needed to take his mind off of Mika. Perhaps he was just really horny. In fact, he knew he was horny. He had not attempted to masturbate since the night he was caught. Understandably so. His message sent to its intended receiver, Avery closed his computer and decided to get on with the remainder of his day. The cold, December day passed as days often do, uneventfully. He unlocked the door to his apartment and crashed onto the couch. He had just left the gym and he was in pain. The good kind of pain. He closed his eyes for a moment to rest. *RING, RING* "Hello?" "So, what exactly do you want to do to me?" It was Jenna. Her breath was short and her volume was low. Avery did not recognize the number from which she was calling. But he recognized her sweet, seductive voice. "Hey baby," he said, letting every bit of the way he felt about her seep out in those two words. "Tell me what you want to do to me," she repeated, this time in a slightly harried manner. "You'd know what I want to do to you if you read your email baby," he cooed, getting himself comfortable on the couch. His hand rested on the waistband of his shorts. "I read it. But I want to hear you say it to me," she said. "Oh, do you?" "Yes, please." "Well, I want to rip off whatever clothes you're wearing right now," he said. She moaned affirmatively. "And then I want to restrain you with one of my ties." "Mmm, yes dear. Keep going." Avery could tell she was trying to get off on his voice. He decided to join in. Perhaps the relief of cumming to Jenna's voice would hold him over until she returned home. "Then I want to shove my cock in your mouth and down your throat and make you gag and choke on it," he said, taking a firm grip of himself. She breathed deeply into the phone, as though hearing those words gave her a chill. "I love it when you make me gag on your dick," she replied. Avery licked his lips and pulled his shorts down to expose his hard love muscle. "And after I was done with your mouth, I'd bend you over and fuck you as hard as I wanted to, for as long as I wanted to," he moaned into his phone. Jenna shuddered over the static. Avery could hear a quick repetitive moment through the static. He gave a quick moment to think if Jenna were fingering herself or using some kind of toy. "Oh babe, do whatever you want to do me. Use me. I want you to use me," she moaned out louder than previous comments. Avery started leaking pre-cum at those words. He loved hearing her tell him to use her. It was one of the biggest turn-ons for him. "And after I was done with your pussy, I'd switch over to your tight, little ass," he said, stroking himself a little faster. Jenna moaned out loud, seemingly bringing herself closer to her own climax. "Oh yes! I want you to fuck me in my ass baby. Pound it nice and deep. Make me scream baby," she responded, letting pleasurable sounds slip through her lips. "And after I was done fucking your tight ass, I'd spray my cum right in it," he said, feeling himself starting to get close to his own release. "But babe, I want you to pull out and cum all over my face," she said, increasing the speed of her breaths. "Mmm, yeah, all over your slutty face." Jenna cried out in pleasure at those words. "Oh yeah, I'm your slut. I'm your slut, Avery!" She shuddered again through the phone, as if to indicate that she were cumming. Avery stroked himself as hard as he could, feeling the cum reach the tip of his cock. "Oh Jenna, I'm gonna cum!" "Cum for me, Avery. Cum for your slut!" she moaned out loud, no longer caring who heard the things she said. And abruptly, there was nothing. No moaning. No words. No Jenna. Avery stopped stroking and looked at his phone and saw that the call had dropped. He was so agitated that he did not even try to finish. He tossed the phone to the end of the couch. Again, he was left with his hand covered with cum, his balls still tight and partially emptied. The familiar feeling of pain surged through them, as if to remind Avery that he was not yet finished with them. But for now, he was. INTIMACY The next two days were an amalgamation of miserable days and frustrating nights. For whatever reason, Avery found it difficult to concentrate on anything but how horny he was. He began to regret not fucking Jenna before she left. It was true that she would have missed her plane, but it would have been worth it. From the sound of the phone call he received from her, she certainly would have enjoyed it. No phone call from the girl he loved came after that single night. Jenna did email him to apologize for the phone disconnecting. She responded to his email with one of her own. It equaled his in graphic detail and in how strongly she desired him. He felt fortunate to have a girl who desired him so staunchly. His mind gathered his thoughts long enough to return to the movie he, Janelle, Maggie, and Mika were watching. He exhaled quite loudly, realizing that he was a bit drunker than he initially thought. He tried to sit up but felt himself getting dizzy by the time he planted his feet. Janelle and Maggie had drifted off to sleep, both of them inebriated to the point of no return. Avery's eyes wandered around their apartment, and found Mika sitting at the round table near the bar. She was doing something on her computer. She was fresh from the shower, wearing a dull yellow bathrobe. Her hair was still wet. Avery drank her in to avoid throwing up the excess alcohol he imbibed. Her fingernails were black, save for the ring finger on both hands, which was yellow. He sat up again, this time able to fight back against the dizzy spell that gripped him beforehand. He slowly stumbled towards his shoes. He pulled out a chair on the round table and began to lace them up. Avery and Jenna Pt. 05 "Are you leaving?" asked Mika, her gaze temporarily removed from whatever interesting thing was on her computer. "Yeah, I think I better go," Avery slurred. Mika could smell the alcohol on his breath. It was strong. Strong enough to get him in trouble, should he be put in a precarious situation. "Are you able to drive?" She asked the question. She knew the answer. She also knew the truth of the matter. Avery sighed and sat still for a moment. "Probably not," he answered, looking downward at his feet as though they suddenly became quite heavy. He felt as though he were slipping out of his body. It was that tipping point of intemperance where he could either start saying and acting quite obnoxiously, vomit, or find Jenna and fuck her brains out. Jenna especially loved drunken sex with Avery. He turned into a wild animal when he was drunk. He would bite and scratch and growl at her. Jenna would sometimes provide Avery with the obligatory encouragement just so she could be ravaged by him. "I thought so. Points to you for your honesty. Give me a few minutes to get dressed and I'll drive you home." She sat up and walked into her bedroom. What a kind gesture. Avery became lucid long enough to wonder why Mika was being so kind to him. He got the feeling that she really did not enjoy his company. He leaned back into the chair and got comfortable. He noticed that Mika had not closed the door entirely. He squinted his eyes to focus on the open space. Mika tossed the robe on her small bed, revealing her bare back and ass. She had delicious curves. Her strong calves and thighs held up a tight, shapely ass. Her muscle tone was, frankly, a bit intimidating to Avery. Mika turned around to go into her dresser to pull out a pair of small white panties. They were relatively conservative, but they fit her shape well. His mind began to create scenarios of what it would be like to kiss Mika. To sample her creamy flesh. To spread her apart like a blossoming flower and sink his tongue inside of her. He wondered what she tasted like. Avery's eyes could not make out whether she was shaven or not. But he was able to count the number of abdominal muscles she had. They were even firmer than Jenna's. His eyes swam their way up her body to her small breasts. Her nipples were dark and appeared to be a little rigid. The size of her breasts were probably a small B or a large A, but whatever they were, they were perky, firm, and had an ideal curve for her body. Avery was then surprised to see that his eyes and her eyes were united. He sat there, too drunk to be ashamed of taking in glances of her hot physique. Again, Mika's poker face adorned her visage like a veneer. She neither smiled nor frowned. She showed no suggestion that she enjoyed the thoughtfulness Avery was giving her or that she found it grossly incongruous. She moved to the door and pushed it in a bit, concealing behind it her hard figure, though it still was not completely shut. Avery sighed and looked back towards the floor. How mischievous was he, spying on Janelle's new roommate like that? He made a drunken decision to go home and try to get off as many times as he could before he passed out from the alcohol. The door popped open. Mika was wearing some tight dark blue jeans, a pair of brown boots and a black jacket. It was a very classy ensemble for such a short trip. "All right, let's go," she said, walking to the front door. Avery stood up and followed her as best he could. He heard the keys jingle as he felt the cold ambush his face. He did not remember stepping outside. Nor did he remember the walk down the stairs. Mika went ahead of him, making sure he would not fall. Throughout all the lapses in time, Avery managed to buckle his seat belt. In what felt like a single breath, they were on the road and making their way toward his apartment. "I appreciate you driving me home," he said, reaching for his wallet in his back pocket. "You're welcome. It's better than you trying to drive home on these icy roads drunk, even though you live so close," she replied, making a turn onto the long road that connects his apartment complex with hers. Avery opened his wallet and reached for a couple of bills. He could not make out precisely what they were. "Here's some gas money. I really appreciate this." She took one look at it and pushed his hand back. "It's fine. You don't live that far away." Avery felt bad. As though she were saying his money was not good enough. Perhaps she was just trying to get rid of him. Whatever the case, he would be home soon. And then he could go straight to his computer and start drooling over all the pictures of Jenna on it. Avery did not remember Mika pulling up to his apartment. She parked her car, then walked over to help Avery out. He stumbled toward the door. He could not hold onto the keys, so Mika took them from him and unlocked the door. She helped him to the couch. Avery collapsed on it, completely relieved that he was home. "Once she leaves, I can get off as many times as I want," he thought to himself. He heard the soles of her loud boots walking in his kitchen. Then a faucet running and water filling a glass. Then the loud clank of the glass being placed on the glass table. "Here's some water for you for when you wake up," she said. Avery opened his eyes long enough to see Mika looking down on him, with an emotion finally plastered on her face: a look of worry. "How long have you known Jenna and Janelle?" he asked, taking a hold of one of the pillows on the couch. Mika, very confused at his question, decided it was just the booze talking and indulged him. "I haven't known Jenna all that long. We were only in one class together. But Janelle and I have been in almost every lecture and recitation together since I was a freshman," she answered, still standing over him. "You study Accounting as well?" "Yeah. I almost switched majors but my parents made it clear that they were not going to pay for college if I kept changing my mind. So I just pushed through it." "That sucks." Avery kept his eyes closed, feeling his muscles sinking into the couch. Mika took a seat on the end of the couch near his head. "What are you studying?" "Chemistry and Finance." "Interesting combination." "You mean a boring combination." Mika let out a cute laugh. "Yeah. For me, it would be boring, but I find a lot of things boring." "That must suck for your boyfriend." "It would if I had one." Avery turned his head so he could look Mika in her eyes. "There is no way that you're single." "And yet, I am." "How?" "I don't have time to date. I'm too busy. I have to work while I'm in school so I can afford my apartment." "I see. Well, when you do get around to dating, you make sure you tell that guy how lucky he is." Avery closed his eyes again. The living room grew awkwardly silent, but Avery was far too drunk to notice. "Can I ask you a question?" Mika said. Her words were full of hesitation. "Sure," purred Avery, turning onto his back so he could sit up to take off his boots. "The other day when I walked in on you, what were you thinking about?" What an embarrassing question, but Avery figured there would be no harm to telling her. He began to undo the laces. "My girlfriend, Jenna. Being with her." "You mean, having sex with her?" "Having sex? No one calls it that," Avery joked, dropping both boots from his feet before falling back onto the couch. Another cute laugh slipped from Mika's mouth. "I call it having sex." "That's adorable." "Why is that adorable?" "The naiveté of it. 'Having sex' just encompasses the mechanics behind it. There's so much more to it." "Fine. What would you call it?" "Making love. Or fucking." "And what is the difference between those and having sex?" "Making love implies that you have feelings for the person you're having sex with. Fucking is the carnal need we all have. Those untamed urges to take what we want. In this case, the body of someone we find attractive." "Are you always this high functioning when you're drunk?" "Not at all." Mika laughed again. More awkward silence filled the room. Still within the world of the conscious, Avery decided to speak again. "Thanks for not saying anything that day. It was really cool of you." "To be honest, I thought you were touching yourself to thoughts of me. You were in the bathroom closest to my room and you had my towel out on the sink. For whatever reason, I thought you were thinking about me." Mika confessed. "But I know that's kind of a silly thought to have, because we hadn't even met yet, so you would have no reason to think about me like that." "Well, any man would be lucky to think about that." "Can I ask you another question?" "Sure." "Earlier, when the door was open and you were looking at me, did you, you know, like what you saw?" Avery was taken aback by the question. Mika seemed apprehensive to be open sexually. Almost as though she were inhibited. And yet, it was as though she were amazingly blunt and comfortable in herself. It was an interesting contradiction. Avery sighed, as her question was the confirmation he needed to realize that she had caught him drinking in glimpses of her naked form. "I'm sorry. You don't have to answer that. Stupid question," she quickly exclaimed, trying to cover up what she felt was an untimely query. "Yes, I did. I enjoyed it very much, Mika." She sat quietly. Avery groaned lightly as he turned to face the couch. "I know you're drunk, but when you looked at me, I blushed so hard. A part of me wanted you to push the door open and keep looking at me," she whispered. Avery's breathing was indicative of someone no longer awake. Mika's face was red hot. She could not believe the words she had spoken. Auspiciously for her, it seemed as though Avery was not awake to hear what she said. Like Avery, she felt a convoluted connection to him. "Well, thanks! You go ahead and sleep off this night." Avery did not need to be told to sleep off anything. He had already drifted off. Mika inched her way to him and fluffed his pillow, making sure it was properly supporting his head. She quickly moved for the door. She quietly shut it behind her and pressed her forehead against it, burying the uneasy inquiries of the night deep inside of herself. A temporary loss of judgment ensued. She swung open the front door, about to make a grand proclamation. But her sudden burst of courage was drowned out by the loud snoring coming from Avery. Downcast, she humbly shut his door again and left him to his recovery. The next morning came in a harsh way for Avery. He fell off of the couch to see he was still fully dressed, save for his shoes. On the table was a big glass of water. He picked it up and began to drink it down. As he did, he saw flashes of the night prior and the events that transpired at Janelle's apartment. He remembered only the parts he wanted to remember. He forgot what Janelle and he spoke about last night. He forgot the name of the movie they were all watching. But he remembered the smell of Mika's body wash. He remembered her cute little white panties. He remembered her young, firm body. He shook off the thoughts and classified them as nothing more than remnants of a night of excess. He finished the glass of water and went to his computer. He opened his email to see if Jenna had responded back to him. Sadly, he found that amongst the six new messages he received, a reply from Jenna was absent. Obviously, she was not in Switzerland for sightseeing; she was there to study. Still, it did not stop Avery from being slightly upset by the lack of communication between the two of them. He sat back in his computer chair, taking a deep breath and peering up at the ceiling. His phone made a loud sound, signaling that a text message was waiting for him. [Hey! Mika told me she drove you home last night. How are you feeling?] It was Janelle. [I'm all right. A bit dehydrated but otherwise all right. Thank you for asking. How are you and Maggie?] [I'm good, but Maggie is hung over in a bad way. So she's not going anywhere any time soon.] [Neither am I. I'm going to hydrate and stuff my face.] [Speaking of stuffing your face, do you want to get lunch with Mika and me in a little bit?] [Sure.] [Great. I'll be there to pick you up around 1 o'clock. Try to be ready.] Avery opted not to respond to the message and instead went into the kitchen to get another glass of water. He needed a shower before he was going anywhere. A knock came on the door closer to around 12:30 than 1. He was not quite ready, as he was just finishing putting on his pants. "Hang on just a second," he shouted, quickly smearing on some deodorant and racing to the door to unlock it. Without looking at who it was, he turned around to get his shirt. "Sorry Janelle. I thought you said 1. I'm just about ready anyway," he said, buttoning up his shirt. "It's fine. Take your time." The voice was not Janelle's. He turned to see Mika standing in the doorframe. She wore a blue jean jacket and a black t-shirt underneath it. She had a pair of shape-hugging tan pants and flat black shoes. Taken altogether, she was rather lovely. "Oh, hello," he said, finishing buttoning his shirt, then getting his purple sweater to throw on top of his shirt. "How are you feeling?" "I'm fine. A little thirsty but otherwise all right. I apologize if I said anything stupid last night. I honestly do not remember much about what happened." "You're fine," she said, still standing just outside of his apartment. Avery took the hint. "Do you want to come in?" "Uhh, okay. Sure." She said feebly. She closed the door behind her, then turned around slowly. "You sure everything's all right?" Avery asked, trying to figure out the reason for her cautious behavior. "Yeah, fine. You look nice," she said. Avery just shrugged and went to grab his shoes. At that moment, he heard his phone beep. He pulled it off of the counter and opened the email. It was from Jenna. It had a picture attachment. [Missing you always honey.] It read, in Jenna's signature red letters. She always wrote email messages to Avery in red as a way of reminding him that her red curls were one of his favorite parts about her. The picture took a while to load. As it did, Avery went back to finish putting on his shoes. When he came back, he saw the sexiest thing he had ever seen. It was a picture of Jenna in bed. She was wearing a sky blue nightgown that was unbuttoned at the top. Her large breasts were fully exposed. Her pink nipples were protruding from their station. Her eyes were closed and the distinctive image of pleasure was cemented on her face. She had her right hand slightly covering her mouth, and her tongue was straight out, separating her middle and ring fingers. It was the hottest thing Avery had ever seen. He grew rigid at the sight of it. Before he knew it, he was racing into the bathroom. He shut the door and unbuckled his belt as quickly as he could. He gripped his throbbing cock in his hand and started stroking it fervently. It had been nearly an entire week since he had last got off. Things kept getting in the way of his getting off. This time, nothing was going to stop him. He closed his eyes and imagined Jenna's sexy lips spread across the length of his cock. Her tongue caressing the long vein on top of it. Her sweet hand lightly squeezing his balls as her mouth worked his shaft. He imagined her moaning in ecstasy from having his dick in her mouth. As she did, the vibrations trembled down his length to the base of his cock. Her pace increased, milking his cock of its pre-cum. He shuttered violently as he envisioned her taking his entire cock into her mouth, feeling the head of his member pressing into her throat. He especially loved it when Jenna took him that far into her. The thought of everything he imagined she was doing to him was too much for Avery to handle. As he felt his release approaching, his balls constricted hard and some of his cum began to leak out. This was going to be a pretty intense orgasm. "Umm," muttered Mika, her head sticking into the bathroom. Avery sighed and stomped his foot, grabbing his bath towel to wipe off his hand. He was not just close; he was there. He was exactly where he needed to be. And yet again, he was denied the privilege of his release. "I'm sorry! You ran off in such a hurry. I thought you might be feeling sick. I just wanted to make sure you were all right," Mika said, opening the door a little more. Avery went to the sink to start washing his hands. His dick glistened from being covered with his fluids. It was thick and curved upward slightly. As the water ran, Avery saturated his hands with soap. "No, I'm sorry. I just haven't been able to cum for a while, and it's just frustrating me," he said, scrubbing his hands as though what he had done were such a sin. Mika very slowly opened the door a little more until she could fit her whole body in the frame. She stood with her head lowered at a slight angle. Her hands were at her sides. Avery finished cleaning off his hands and noticed that Mika had moved closer to him. "I'm fine. I was just being a pervert is all," he said, starting to readjust himself in his pants. "Were you thinking about Jenna?" She asked, keeping her head down in what appeared to be shame. "Uhh, yeah. It was Jenna again. I must be making one hell of an impression on you, aren't I?" he said, finally resituated. He let out a big sigh. He turned to face her. Mika hands very slowly moved to her stomach, then back down to the front of her pants. Both of them stopped breathing as a loud click echoed in the bathroom. The button to her pants undone, Mika took the zipper between her index finger and thumb and started to tug on it slowly. It was the longest four seconds of their lives. She spread open her fly to expose what she was wearing underneath her pants. It was hot pink. Avery could not tell exactly what kind of undergarments they were, but he could tell they were made of lace. He swallowed hard to moisten his dry throat. Mika kept her hands on her fly and turned her head to the side slightly. Avery moved very slowly over to her, his eyes glued on her pink underwear. Even through them, Avery could tell Mika was, in fact, shaven. She lowered her head and her breathing was low and steady. She seemed timid but unafraid. Her face was a tender shade of red. Avery lost track of time and did not even realize that he was already directly in front of her. Not only that, but he had pulled his aching cock back out and was now stroking it to Mika's underwear. When he slipped back into reality from wherever he was, he noticed that he was already pretty close to achieving his orgasm. Mika could tell somehow. She pulled her tan pants down a little farther, revealing that she was wearing pink panties. On their sides were cute little black bows. The trimming was black as well. Without even thinking, Avery moved a step closer to her as his orgasm took control. It started in his balls, sending his backed-up seed flooding through the length of his member. The first shot of cum sent shockwaves of intensity through his hands and caused his ears to ring. The next shot caused his toes to curl through his socks. His knees gave way for a split second. Avery grunted like a caged creature as he let loose his third spray of cum, which was, from what he could tell, the largest. As his balls pushed upward to empty themselves through his cock, Avery's eyes opened and saw what he had done. He had sprayed his cum all over Mika's pink panties. There were a few spots that landed on the exposed parts of her strong thighs, but for the most part, he had relieved himself all over her cotton covered crotch. She was whimpering a little bit, still holding onto her fly to keep it open for Avery. A drop of cum got stuck at the tip of his cock. Mika reached out with her small hand and wiped her fingertip across the head of his dick, taking the last drop of cum from it. She raised up her shirt and smeared the cum across her tight abs. He was blown away. He stood there with nothing to say. Avery had lost it. There was not so much as a second of memory that lead him to doing what he had done.