Jaden was in a rage. She desperately clutched the sheets to her nearly naked body. Yes she wanted him, but she didn't want him to see how sprung she actually was. If she really thought about it, she was probably more embarrassed than anything, she just wasn't in the right frame of mind to accept it.
Just minutes before Tristan had entered her room Jaden was fighting the urge not to touch herself. Her mind kept drifting to the sight of Tristan's head planted securely between her milk chocolate thighs. She could still feel his firm tongue slowly bringing her to the edge she so desperately needed. Finally she gave in to the temptation. She had to relieve that ache deep inside. She imagined that her fingers were his. That it was his thick meaty digits pushing in and out of her moist center. She started lightly calling his name urging him to continue his ministrations until she finally exploded.
He looked as if he was ready to devour her, he appeared to be making a step toward her. Jaden's eyes widened in what he assumed was anger, but was actually shock and excitement. Jaden's heart started to beat a little faster. But she wasn't ready to give in like this. Not after he had made a fool of her earlier. Her eyes narrowed into little slits. In the most measured tone she could muster she told Tristan, "Please get the hell out of my room."
Tristan looked to the ground. He knew he should try to talk to her, but thought it was best to give her some space. "I'm really sorry Jaden," was all he could muster as he quietly shut the door.
Two weeks later, Jaden and Tristan have been noticeably avoiding each other. However, their roommate Dan was having an art show and he expected both of them to attend. Tristan was his best friend and so had no say as to whether he would or wouldn't go, he was going. And since Jaden had ditched the last two, she didn't have much of a choice either.
She had already decided she was done with Tristan, done with punishing him, done with trying to get her silly revenge. She wanted things to go back to normal. True, one look from his icy blue eyes could bring her to her knees. But she had to be realistic, it was time to move on.
Dan's art show was tonight. She knew Tristan was going to be there and thought it was the best situation to help them move on.
She had just gotten home from her evening workout, she was running late as usual. She wasn't the type of girl to take hours getting dressed, but tonight she took a longer shower than usual. She stood still in the tub, enjoying the feeling of the warm water caressing her body. Minutes passed until she finally broke out of her daze, she took her favorite bar of rose soap and gently began to lather herself.
The smell of delicate roses invaded her nostrils. She was in heaven. She started to rub the soap over her breast, something she had done a million times, but now seemed more sexy. She couldn't help thinking of Tristan's pouty lips wrapped around her hardened nipple. She was getting very moist. How could just, a thought of this man make her cream?
She slowly started to run the soap lower down her body, slipping it between her nether lips and rubbing back and forth. Imagining Tristan's cock doing the work for her, she suddenly dropped the soap and her deft fingers concentrated on her clit. She felt so naughty doing this in the bathroom she and Tristan shared. She was a little excited too, remembering him see her in a similar situation a couple of weeks before.
What would she do if he just walked in? She would look him in the eye and continue her exploration. She would want him to stare and realize what he could make her do. She would allow him to watch her orgasm. She wouldn't take her eyes off of his, even when her pleasure was at its peak.
In no time Jaden was riding out her real orgasm, Jaden clamped her eyes shut, her body bent slightly forward. She stroked her sensitive clit until she couldn't take anymore. When her body recovered a little she stood staring blankly at the wall. Her body still craved more, but what could she do? She and Tristan were destined to only be friends. Jaden was more than saddened at this thought. How could someone her body craved so intensely not be right for her?
She didn't have time to think about it now. She was seriously late. She stepped out of the shower and made a dash to her room where she could walk around nude. She liked to air dry, when she was getting dressed. It made her feel sexy, she would put on her lounge music and while rubbing on lotion and perfume, she would dance a little while trying to decide what to wear.
She wasn't aiming for sexy, but she had bought a new wrap dress a few months ago, but sadly had no need for it until now. It was a deep mahogany color, which brought out the red and yellow undertones of her cinnamon skin. It was made of a jersey material that clung to her curves just right. It had a plunging V-neck line but because of the fullness of her boobs she had the cleaners put a snap in the front, just so the V would stop right before her cleavage began.
Jaden thought the dress was fitted enough to see she had boobs. She didn't have to actually show them. The waist was synched with a matching belt. And the skirt of the dress cascaded down her thighs with the front ending a little above her knees, while the back ended a little lower. She finished the ensemble with a simple gold chain and matching pointy-toed pumps that showed her slightly muscular calves.
She dusted a gold bronzer on her face, chest, and legs. With a dab of lip gloss she was out the door.
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Tristan walked into the gallery with a look of perfection. He had combed his short hair back, but a few loose dirty blond strands fell in wisps above his eye. He had on a well tailored charcoal grey suit, the suit slightly clung to his, well developed, arms and chest. Underneath he wore a light grey shirt and very expensive split toe shoes. Tristan hated shopping and as a consequence his mother made sure he owned some proper attire, afraid he would attend one of her parties in his usual ratty jeans and button down shirt.
Most of the people had already arrived and Tristan received a few open stares, from some of the beautiful women in attendance, but he only had his mind set on one. His was nervous and excited. He had no idea of what he was going to say to her, they hadn't really spoken in nearly two weeks, but tonight they had to at least pretend. Their roommates, Dan and Alicia were getting very suspicious about why they didn't hang out like they use to.
"Hey T, over here man," came the bellow, from Dan.
Dan was standing with a small crowd and Tristan went over to say his hellos'. Tristan gave his greetings to the two people he knew already, his roommate and Dan's girlfriend Alicia, and one of her friends Samantha. After Tristan was looking, into the face a beautiful brunette. She was very exotic. She was tall with her heels, maybe an inch shorter than Tristan. She had long raven hair that fell past her shoulders in delicate waves. She had beautiful, almond shaped, eyes. And a cute button nose. Her complexion was a dark café au lait and she had full sensual lips like Jaden.
Dan gave him a knowing smile and after said, "Tristan, this is the girl I was telling you about, Alicia's cousin Marcia." Tristan was taken aback, so this was the girl Dan talked about whenever he got the chance. She definitely had to be mixed if she was really related to Alicia. He said a brief nice to meet you and turned back to Dan.
"Dan, this work is amazing. It's kind of scary that some of these pieces have been in our house and I didn't even know it," said Tristan.
