Avery and Jenna Pt. 08

"Okay! What do you think?" She asked. When Avery opened his eyes, Mika stood in front of him wearing a dandelion bra with an intricate pattern on the cups. It resembled a burgeoning flower. Her bottoms were even sexier. They had a corresponding pattern in the front center of the garment, also garnished with the muted shade of yellow. She gave Avery a full spin to display herself captured in the clothes. The color blended perfectly with her already faintly tan tone. Her hard body made the outfit appealing, rather than the outfit outshining her body. Avery could not speak. Mika knew, from the way Avery's mouth sat open in exhilaration, he loved the way it looked. It had been a month since she saw that look on Avery's face. She took very small steps toward him. She put her right knee onto the bed, followed by her right hand. Her left knee and hand soon joined. In that position, she crawled very unhurriedly to her aroused onlooker. Reaching him at the head of the bed, she put both hands around his waist, being careful not to touch him. She kissed him passionately. Avery put his hands on the soft skin of her back and moved them up to her neck and down once more to her small waist. Mika felt the remnants of her resistance crumble as Avery gave her the attention she craved from him. As their kiss was broken, she felt the presence of Avery's raging member underneath her. Fighting through the urge to lie down, she reached for the belt on his pants. She was familiar with his buckle and released it quickly. As she pulled the belt from the loops, Avery grabbed her by the wrist and stopped her.

"Let's just lie down together. We don't need to do anything," he offered. Mika considered his words. She buried her desire to yawn in front of him and looked him in his eyes firmly.

"I want you," she responded, pulling harder to snatch the belt from the loops of his pants. Avery released her arm. She started to unbutton and unzip his pants, feeling the same hesitation she felt when they first made love. Understandably so, since it had been some time since she was last intimate with Avery. Even though her body was telling her to rest, she wanted him. She quickly removed Avery's pants and boxers, casting them to the end of the bed. Avery lifted off his shirt and tossed it to the side. As Mika returned to him, Avery took her in his hands and laid her down. Mika rolled her bottom lip against the top and watched as Avery carefully pulled down her g-string. She moistened as his hands contacted her skin. As the garment slipped past her ankles, she unwrapped her legs a modest amount and pulled Avery down on top of her. He kissed her gently, positioning the head of his rigid cock against the outside of her entrance. She was noticeably moist; the heat emanating from her seared Avery, and he felt comfortable continuing. Mika enfolded her arms around his neck and looked up at him.

"Take me," she said quietly. Avery obliged her, very mildly pushing himself into her. With each half inch that disappeared into her, the flames inside of Mika's stomach were fanned. She remembered his girth as her vulva, like a gate, unlocked and opened for him. She respired sharply as Avery, like a weary traveler, entered into her temple, seeking relief. The penetration caused her blood to flow and the robust sensations tingled in her fingers and toes. Her heart shuddered as adrenaline surged through her veins. His penetration stirred some very sensitive areas inside of her. Gracious pleasure was accompanied by its lesser-liked cousin, pain. It was the pain of being stretched. Once Avery was plunged half-way into her, Mika found herself overwhelmed by his size.

"Stop for a minute," she spoke. Mika needed time to adjust. Her pussy had a death grip on him. Avery stopped moving and relaxed. She closed her eyes and dwelled on how good it felt the earlier times they made love. He seemed to take special care to make sure she enjoyed herself as much as he did. She reminded herself that his size was not meant to be intimidating but complimentary. Mika was flattered that Avery found her attractive enough to get so long, so thick. It made her feel immaculately sexy. After a minute or two of them both lying motionlessly, Mika at last opened her eyes and looked up to him.

"Okay. You can keep going," she spoke, granting him permission to continue. Avery leaned forward with his hips, moving himself deeper. Feeling him inside after such a long time away caused her thoughts to scatter. She did not know if she were truly experiencing it or if she were dreaming. Avery soon had enough of himself in her and started the engagements that resembled gentle yet passionate lovemaking. Mika rose up onto her elbows and removed her bra, giving him access to her entire body without obstructions. With each stroke, Mika's half-slumbering mind deciphered a multitude of vibrations. She felt the stretching. That unbelievable feeling of being unlocked by something lengthy and wide. She felt the stroke itself. How deep into her ocean he dove. She felt him press against her spot. The slight upward curve of his cock afforded him the ability to hit her zone each time he pushed inward. Mika closed her eyes and focused on herself, making sense of all the sensations she was experiencing. Avery lovingly searched her watery depths for treasure, but separated by so much time from their last session, his exploration was a lot for her to handle.

"You feel so good," Avery said, trying to push himself further into her. Mika let out a sharp gasp as he brushed up against something very delicate. It was not a bad feeling, but one of the better she had ever experienced; yet her expression was unspecified, and Avery took the sound she made to mean he had caused her pain.

"Are you okay?" Avery asked, halting his hips from continuing.

"I'm all right. That just felt really good," Mika said with a big grin on her face, tightening her hold of his waist with her legs. Avery changed his positioning so he could plunge to that depth again. With each thrust, Mika's breath was sharp and short. Whatever area he was contacting, it was a staggering feeling. Avery rested his head onto her shoulder and Mika turned hers to face him.

"Do you like being inside me?" She asked, trying to keep from screaming out loud.

"Yeah," he replied, pushing harder into her.

"What do I feel like to you?" She asked, wrapping her arms around him tighter.

"You feel tight, really wet and really hot," he tried to answer but putting words to a feeling so strong and as pleasurable as what he was experiencing was difficult. He used his stomach to help his hips thrust themselves into her.

"You feel like you're tearing me apart, but it feels amazing," she said, kissing his cheek. Avery sped up a little more. Mika was not moaning very loudly or frequently, but her breathing was enough for Avery to know she was enjoying it. And Mika was. Her body had adjusted to his size and she was well-lubricated. Avery was sliding fast and deep into her with no resistance. Mika tried to let go of her thoughts and allow Avery to hold her hand and walk her to climax, but as good as he felt, she noticed she was not really building towards one. At first, she wondered if it were because things were somehow different between her and Avery. But a second, much simpler explanation made itself evident. Despite all the reasons to enjoy herself at the moment, Mika was fighting to stay awake. She was not uninterested by what was happening. Far from it, in fact. Perhaps she was just too tired to cum. She gave up on herself and turned her attention to Avery, whose pace was still incredibly pleasurable, if ultimately futile for her benefit.

"That's it. Don't stop," she whispered into his ear. Avery did as he was told, pushing his cock as deeply into her as he could. Mika held him in her arms and spoke to him, giving encouragement to continue and to finish. While what Avery was doing to her was extraordinary, she gradually gave up on her own release. Avery increased his speed again in anticipation of the climax to come.

"Are you getting close?" Mika whispered into his ear. As she spoke, her lips brushed delicately against his earlobe.

"Yeah. I'm really close."

"Cum for me. I want you to," she pleaded. He got lost in his enjoyment and recklessly thrust his hips into her. As his force reached an apex, dozens of thoughts circulated around Mika's mind. She tried her best to keep them distant so she could maximize her enjoyment, but it was difficult. She did not care if Maggie or Janelle came home and caught them fucking, nor did she care about what Jenna thought of her. Mika wanted Avery, and if he wanted her, she believed they should be together; but what if, after tonight, things went back to being the way they were? It happened once already. Mika did not want to be considered the "other woman." She had been on the periphery of men's pursuits all of her life. It drove her to do all she could to improve herself. Her slender figure. Her toned body and tight stomach. Everything she did was not just to be better amongst her sex; she wanted someone to notice how well she took care of herself. Avery did that. There was no question of a bond between the two of them. There were just so many other influences around them. So many things that could make life potentially upsetting if they chose to be in a relationship. Her fear was not that he could not handle the outside influences. Her fear was that she could not handle the outside influences. All of the thinking kept her from being truly close to Avery at a moment when they were literally one being, and it almost caused her to miss Avery repeatedly moaning out her name, a sign that his orgasm was looming.

"Are you gonna cum?" She asked, tightening her grip on him.

"Yeah, I'm gonna cum," Avery whispered, driving himself forcefully into Mika. She held him down on top of her.

"Cum Avery. Please cum for me. Please," she pleaded. Avery let out a powerful grunt as the first shot of cum rocketed into her parts unknown. Mika moaned contently as she felt the conversant warmth of his cum pouring into her. He blasted multiple shots of copious spunk into her wet pussy, trembling as he did. He sat up and pulled himself from her sacred place. Mika was upset when he moved away. She wanted to drain him of every drop he had. She felt she deserved it. Avery began to stroke himself, seemingly to prolong his climax, and three small spurts of cum fell against her toned stomach. Mika smiled widely when she saw it and rubbed it into her skin. The sight and feeling of his cum on her body was just as mesmerizing as she remembered it. She felt so attractive. Avery lowered his cock to her pussy to push it in again. Mika, feeling how tight she was, resisted his advances.

"Please don't," she pleaded. Avery apologized and dropped to her side. They spooned together, with Avery holding onto Mika lovingly. While this was what she wanted, she could not help but to continue being plagued by her apprehensions. She reasoned the only way to subdue them was to address them with her lover.

"I couldn't cum," she said.

"Why not?"

"I'm tired. Plus, I kept thinking about stuff and it was taking me out of the moment."

"Thinking about what?"

"Well, I'm happy that we've made up. I love that you're here with me and I like that we just made love. But this has happened before. Jenna was gone. We were together. But when she got back, we stopped speaking. It just seems like it's happening again. I don't want to be pushed aside a second time when she comes back. It's not fair," she said, taking his hand and holding it.

"I know you said you wanted to be with me, but you said that once before. Then Jenna came back, and it seemed like I just tossed aside. I don't want that to happen again." Avery sat quietly as Mika spoke to him.

"If you choose to be with her, even after tonight, that's fine. I won't be mad at you. We can be friends. I want and need you in my life in some capacity, but I am not going to play second string to anyone. I may not have her regal, traditional beauty. I don't have her big breasts, or her red hair, or whatever else you find attractive about her. But I have my own attributes that make me worthy of you, that make me worth your attention as much as she is."

"You're worth a million of me," Avery spoke. "I'm afraid, even if I try my best, you'll still leave me." Mika turned to face him.

"I won't," she said, leaning in to kiss him on the lips. Afterward, she turned back to get comfortable again. Avery had no fancy words to say. Even practical words seem to escape Avery's grasp. Instead, there was only one thing of which he could think to exemplify what he was thinking at the moment. It was something he had not even said to Jenna. It was the only thing he had left to convince Mika that this time, he meant the words he was saying. He sighed deeply.

"Marry me," he said without apprehension. Mika turned her head to face him.

"Excuse me?" She said, not entirely sure she heard what she thought.

"Marry me," he repeated, just as confidently as before.

"You don't mean that," she replied, shaking her head in disbelief.

"Marry me," he repeated. Mika took a moment to consider what he was saying, before shaking her head harder and blinking to counter the skepticism taking a hold of her.

"Are you being serious?" She asked, sitting up onto her elbows. Avery leaned back about a foot away to give her some space. "You're being serious, aren't you?"

"Marry me, Mika," he exclaimed. Mika's eyes started to water. A tear made a small tributary down her face.

"What's wrong?"

"I just never thought I would hear those words come out of anyone's mouth. So, it's all just a bit much for me," she said, wiping her eyes. "Three conditions."

"All right, I'm listening," he said, sitting up to take her proposals seriously, as she was his.

"First, I want a big engagement ring. Like, really big. At least a full karat."

"Okay. What else?" She put her arms around him and held onto him as she spoke.

"You have to make love to me whenever I ask you to. No exceptions."

"Okay. And lastly?"

"You have to tell me you love me every night before we go to bed. No matter what's happening around us or what's going on between us. Whether we've had a good day or a bad one."

"All right. Deal," he answered. Mika leaned forward and kissed him gently.

"My answer is yes," she said, with sparkles in her eyes.

THE ROAD NOT TAKEN

As Mika's tongue ran across the envelope, activating the adhesive, tear after tear fell from her eyes. She peered over at Avery, her friend, her lover, her fiancé, who slept in her bed quietly. She placed the envelope onto the pillow next to him, then turned around to head for the door. What she was doing was completely against everything she felt and desired, but in her mind, there was no other choice. She opened the door and gently closed it behind her. It would be fifty more minutes before the sun tickling Avery's face woke him up his rest.

"I don't want to be with you ever again. Please do not try to contact me again. Goodbye."

Those were the only words on the note. Avery sat up confused. He reached for his phone and fired several high-speed text messages to her, begging her not to leave. Begging her to tell him what he had done wrong. Begging her to do anything other than what she had reconciled, was the best option for the both of them. It was not long before he realized that she was not going to respond. He deleted her number from both his phone and cloud storage.

Avery found unlocking his front door to be a chore. When it was finally opened, he looked inside yet did not see a place where he could feel safe. In fact, his apartment terrified him. It was soiled from his behavior with Mika. He trembled with anger at the view of every place where she rested. Walking into the kitchen, Avery was terrified to see an outline of her strong body sat in the chair from their dinner weeks ago. It was positioning a pair of chopsticks in its hand, similarly to the way Mika taught him how to use the utensils. It gave him a smile very close to Mika's shiny grin. Terrified, he turned his gaze away from the kitchen to the living room. A second outline sat naked on the couch, where they had dined on one another. He sat down next to the translucent apparition, eerily disjointed from himself. The naked vision of Mika held her indeterminate expression on its face. It raised its hand and beckoned for him to approach her.

Instead, Avery raced toward the office, trying to escape the seductive ghoul sitting next to him. As he walked inside, a third specter of Mika stood inches away from the small bed against the wall, very slowly undressing for him as she did on the first day during the snowstorm. It had a look of apprehension on its face as the shape's arms reached behind it to undo the bra. As the garment dropped to the floor, it and the apparition vanished from Avery's sight. He sighed and sank into his chair. The marriage proposal was not enough to make Mika stay. In fact, for whatever reason, it seemed to have the opposite effect. Perhaps it scared her. Maybe she just needed time. Or maybe this really was the last time he would see her. Rage took over Avery's thoughts. However, in the abysmal somewhere within the space of Avery's mind ruled by logic, he knew that it was for the best.

Avery's mood did not improve even as Jenna returned from the funeral. His gaffe seemed to be forgiven, as she was happy to see him. Still, Jenna was distraught from having to lay a loved one to rest. There was little communication between them the first night she was home. A quiet dinner by some half-consumed candles and a few off-putting glances were all they shared. As images of Mika continued to appear around the apartment, Avery showed little interest in Jenna sexually, in fear that they were truly watching him. Jenna showed no interest, either. Jenna's loss and Avery's newly realized hauntings kept them separated.

The beginning of the semester approached; a widening, desperate frustration was beginning to mount again. Jenna recognized it; the palpable signs of a relationship at a crossroads. She knew that things had to be different between them, for their relationship was not strong enough to survive the strain of coursework or another round of infidelity. Jenna resolved to recover what she could of her faltering union.

It was Saturday, just before the semester was scheduled to begin. The weather was frigid, but the precipitation falling outside their apartment refused to be as lovely as snow. Avery sat in the office, working on multiple projects all at once. He did his best to keep busy, as behind him on the small bed sat another outline of Mika, and this ghost was the most condemning of them all, demanding attention from Avery. It sat with its legs crossed, propped up with its hands. In its lap were the torn remains of Mika's panties from their session before she left for Christmas. The ghost of Mika had a sly, enticing smile on its face, and a small amount of what Avery determined was cum, his cum, rested at the right corner of its mouth. It occasionally whispered his name, and when Avery heard it, he shuddered from the possibility that he was becoming unstable.

Jenna knocked on the door quietly, hoping not to upset him. Avery turned his head to see her standing in the doorframe.

"Are you busy?" She asked gently. Avery took note of the solemn way she was standing. She wore a pair of black dress pants and a red button-up shirt. Nothing particularly sexy, but enough to take Avery's attention away from his projects and the presumed hallucination. Her hair was straightened, which was a rarity. Her nails were painted a deep red. A very delicate layer of make-up adorned her face. Her appearance gave the impression that she was going to some kind of business meeting. Avery knew her business attire meant she had a weighty conversation topic to discuss.