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.
