THE FAREWELL
"Don't worry so much, okay?" Janelle said, rubbing Avery's shoulder. He sat on the bed, looking at her beautiful face. She wore very deep red lipstick on her lips. Painted on her face was a soft and loving smile from ear to ear.
"Well, I just...I don't even really know you, Janelle. I mean...You know?" he said, putting his hand onto her knee. Janelle sighed and lowered her head, shaking it lightly.
"Look, Avery, you're starting to make things more complicated than they need to be. All I want to do is to fuck and leave. Now, you can either choose to fuck me or not," Janelle said, crossing her legs on the bed. Avery looked her body up and down. She had bright, blonde hair, resembling sunlight. She had blue, piercing eyes and a gorgeous curvature of hips and waist that connected to her flat, soft stomach. Even more perfect were her breasts: round, supple, perky, and very large. Janelle wore a silver nightgown that had white fur of some kind tracing the outline of the gown. Avery looked downward to see her moving her foot back and forth in agitation. On her fingernails and toenails was a fresh coat of polish, a red color that matched her lipstick. Avery soon came to the realization that she was so well put together because she wanted to impress him. She brushed her hair back and peered into his eyes. She had a look of both longing and desperation. There had not been any girls in Avery's bed since the break-up with Jenna, and though he tried, there was not much else he could to resist Janelle short of killing himself. Slowly, Avery's head started to drop off, and he began to file through his old memories, the beginning of his semi-friendship with Janelle.
Avery thanked Matthew for introducing Janelle to him. Avery was impressed by her ability to speak French. Though he would never admit it, she spoke much better than he did, but on the short occasion that he did speak to her, he was able to hold his own. Since then, he had been obsessed with this gorgeous blonde beauty. He spoke to her sparingly, and eventually he went to visit her by surprise at her apartment. She and Avery sat on the couch, watching a movie together. They got to asking questions, and eventually, they became somewhat of friends. Luck, as it seems, was the game of Texas Hold'em that Janelle held at her house with her roommates. She invited Avery via AIM. It was a tough game, but luckily, he came out on top. The roommates left the game, leaving only Avery and Janelle in the living room. Feeling a bit frisky, Janelle came up with quite the little idea. They played one game of high draw. If Avery won, Janelle would strip for him. If Janelle won, Avery would strip for her. The first game they played was that evening. Avery lost that first game. Janelle was entertained by Avery's nakedness. Though Avery was never too confident in his shape, Janelle found it to be quite sexy. The next day before work, Avery returned to Janelle's apartment and played a second game of high draw, which, again, he lost. He was beginning to think his luck had run out in life. The day just prior to Janelle showing up at his apartment dressed to kill, Avery raised the stakes. If Janelle won, she wanted Avery to give a strip dance to every girl in her apartment. But if Avery won, he would be allowed to fuck Janelle. She happily and arrogantly accepted. Avery and Janelle had played nine games of high draw, and she always won. There was no reason to suspect that Avery's luck would change any time soon.
Avery came home from his last night at work. Tomorrow he would be pulling an all-nighter with Matthew for philosophy, so he thought he better climb into bed and get all the sleep he could. He opened the door to find Janelle sitting in the living room. She had her hair bound by a black band. She was waiting for Avery and was entertaining herself with the television in the living room. She was wearing a blue jean skirt and a red shirt that left very little to the imagination. Janelle said nothing. She held her hand up and showed Avery the pack of cards she had with her. He sat down next to her and shuffled the deck. Then he spread the cards out on the table. Janelle drew the first card from the deck. She looked at it once, and then gave a devilishly sexy smile to him.
"It must be something really good," Avery said, smiling back at her. "I guess I should get my tights ready for you and your friends, huh?"
"Just draw your card, babe," she said, concealing hers. Avery did as he was told. He took up a single card. He held his breath, knowing what was on the line: either a strip show for her or a fuck session for him. He looked at the card, a 3 of spades. He sighed, and then lowered his eyes in disappointment.
"You show first," she said, looking at him. He put the card on the table, revealing to her that for the tenth consecutive time, he lost. She smiled and started laughing.
"Well, it's not all that bad, babe," she said, scooting closer to him. She pressed her lips against his without warning, dropping the card onto the ground. Her lips were soft and warm. It was the first kiss he had received in nearly two years. Avery kissed her back after the initial shock of her sudden advance had worn off, tasting the flavor and savoring the amazing feeling of her lip gloss. He broke the kiss and picked up the card, which had landed face down. He turned it over... 2 of diamonds. Avery had won. Now he understood why Janelle had smiled when she looked at the card.
Janelle cuddled her head onto his shoulder and smiled.
"I was hoping you would win, babe."
Avery shook those used memories from his mind to hear Janelle calling his name.
"Avery? Avery? Earth to Avery?" she said, trying to stare him in the eyes.
"Huh? Oh, I'm sorry," Avery responded, staring at her. Janelle was getting anxious. She had a terrible itch that was only getting worse.
"Look, I'm sorry. I'll just leave you alone, Avery." She stood up and headed toward the door. Avery, out of desperation, quickly headed for her, closing the door as she moved to open it.
"Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hang on just a second. Look, I'm sorry, I'm just having a weird day, you know?" he said to her, putting his free arm around her waist. Janelle gave a soft smile. She loved it when guys chased after her. Avery did the one thing that turned her on the most. Her itch had grown even more, and she needed him to scratch it for her.
"Well, you need to get your head in the right place, babe. If I didn't know any better, I'd think that you didn't want to fuck me," she said. Playfully she slowly bent over a bit to let her small, silver nightgown hike up a bit, revealing a small amount of her orange and pink g-string. Avery looked down to see the bare flesh. He smiled a bit and started rubbing her bare ass, cupping it in his hands, and then giving it a small slap. Though it was only a light slap, it made Janelle's ass sting a bit. But the pain only intensified her state of mind.
"Ooh, babe, be careful. You wouldn't want to hurt me, would you?" she said, leaning down a little more and putting her hands on the door in front of her. Avery liked as Janelle teased him like this. Her tight, curvy ass stuck out perfectly and lined up exactly with his crotch.
"Of course not honey. I most certainly wouldn't want to hurt you honey," he said, his fingers fighting each other over the buckle to his belt. Finally, it was able to get it free, pulling it from his waist.
"Oh, I'm sure you don't want any of this, now do you babe?" She shook her ass at Avery's crotch, letting him feel her soft flesh against her hardening erection. Avery, in return, quickly pulled down her panties, making sure to touch plenty of the flesh on her legs. He took his middle finger and rubbed her pussy lips. When he pulled his finger back, Janelle's pussy opened up, sending her juices dripping onto the wine-colored carpet. Janelle shivered as Avery did this, and she leaned down a little more to give him better access to her dripping vagina. Avery, in response, quickly unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, letting them fall to the ground. Janelle turned around and pulled Avery to her, shoving her tongue right into his mouth. Avery responded by putting his tongue in hers, moving quickly in circles. She pressed her body against his, rubbing her erect nipples against Avery's hard chest. Avery pushed back in return, pressing her into the door, making a loud thud that echoed down the halls. Janelle felt herself get wetter when he pushed her back against the door. She grabbed his face in her hands, breathing heavily as she looked into his eyes.
"You better fuck the shit out of me, Avery," she said, pulling him back to her, kissing him so hard that his jaw began to hurt. Avery kissed her hard in return, turning her around and lifting up her nightgown, pulling his dick from his boxers. Janelle shuttered when she felt the head of Avery's dick rubbing against her pussy. She turned around again to stop him. She fell to her knees and took his dick in her hands, stroking it quickly. After only a few strokes, she dove for it, sucking on it hard and fast. She swallowed about half of his dick as quickly as she could, moving her hand back and forth with blinding speed. Avery's head fell back in pleasure. Janelle had found that one extremely sensitive place on Avery's dick, and she was now exploiting it.
