Avery and Jenna Pt. 05

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.