Opposites

MissCheevious

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Opposites (Closed for CuteDanny21 and I)

It was pouring out and Ava, the ever lucky one she is, had thought she could make it back to the apartment before the storm hit. She had thought wrong. Walking into the empty apartment had been unnerving since the roommate wasn't around and so in walking in- it had been dark, and she was freezing from getting caught in the downpour.

"Jesus." And as always Jasmine, the roomie, had set the A/C at 70 and it felt a hell of a lot colder than it should be to Ava. Shivering she set out to turn on a few lights so as not to trip over anything before beelining straight for the thermostat to set it just a bit over 75. Sopping wet curls swayed against her back, the droplets falling from the tips continuing to be absorbed by the shirt. It was only a matter of time before she was hopping from the living room to her bedroom and moving straight for the bathroom with her pajamas in hand.

Slender fingers worked on unbuttoning her jeans before attempting to peel them down her legs, her butt meeting the wall for support as a grunt or two escaped her in her effort. Jeans now off she tossed them onto the counter before heading for the shower and sliding the glass door aside to run the water, making sure to turn it completely to the left as she planned to have it as hot as it could go. Next the socks were gone, underwear following before the shirt was pulled up above her head only to have her flinch in response to her cold curls meeting her back.

The bathroom slowly began to fill with steam and the heat of that alone warmed her immensely, an appreciative sigh now escaping her as she undid her bra to free her 36C sized breasts. The discarded bra went along with every other article of wet clothing with a flick of her wrist before stepping into the shower with another appreciative sigh. The water ran over her as she stepped under the spray, the streams were openly welcomed as her head tilted back and her hands rose to push her hair over her shoulders.

The lights flickered as thunder rolled and that comfortable feeling was somewhat told to be cut short, in which she complied in silence and lathered herself up quickly before washing her hair. But that cold that had rocked her so hard was now gone and she was thankful for it, although she wasn't going to take any chances with getting sick. It would be the last thing she needed. Once dressed in a pair of flannel bottoms and a baby tee, she made sure to don socks before walking around barefoot. Just having been crossing the cold tiles of the kitchen the phone began to ring and she turned and reached out to answer the wailing cry.

"State your business."

"I've told you I just love the way you answer the phone, right?"

"Over and over again. Where are you?"

"I'm stuck at the movie theater with Rich until the storm passes. There's no way in hell I'm going out in the pouring rain and messing up my hair, or even taking a chance driving in this shitty weather. Crazy people are out on the streets."

The comment made her laugh. Jasmine had always been somewhat of a paranoid, materialistic person.

"Ok, ok. Becareful and remember that you and Rich aren't the only two people there. At least sneak off."

"Way ahead of you. Oh, Jordan said that he might be dropping by to pick up some of things Rich left from last week, if the weather permits. Be nice."

The call was ended and Ava was left chuckling as she hung up the phone with a smirk, the thought of Jordan's company for a brief few moments crossing her mind. Thunder clashed again and she winced, thinking it would be better if she made something to eat quickly before the power had a chance to go out. Also making a mental note to light a few candles just in case. Two hours later she had fallen asleep on the couch, her psych book in her lap and a comforter wrapped up around her keeping her warm. Candles were lit although the power hadn't gone out, she had left them lit just in case the storm began to rage again.

The sound of someone knocking on the door was almost lost on her, the sound faint in her dreams but upon the knocking getting louder she awoke startled and rubbed her eyes with the heels of her hands before hearing Jordan's voice through the door.

"Open up, girl."

"Oh shit, hold on." She pulled at the covers after having closed her book and tossed it on the coffee table, fixing her pajamas before sweeping her chocolate colored curls back over her shoulder in a memorized movement as she made her way towards the door. Upon opening it her hazel eyes found her reflection staring back at her through the large silver lensed Aviators the guy before her was wearing. "What, no 'Chips' uniform?"

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OOC:
A little background info in terms to Ava and Jordan's "relationship". They're very much opposites, on the surface at least when it comes to musical tastes, movies, etc. She happens to be a very mellow person, always smiling and joking around. Amiable and friendly, a sweetheart. As to where Jordan tends to be surly, hard to please, stubborn, cocky and very arrogant. But either way something attracts and repels them at the same time. Attracts for the simple fact that they're different in personalities and backgrounds (she was brought up to work for what she wants, as was he but his family comes from money), and also repels because they just can't seem to really connect. It may start slowly as, on the surface, they might have few common interests. However, once they understand one another they may learn they have much more in common than was first apparent.

I would love for someone to take Jordan on and do him justice. Someone willing to put thought into their posts, and something more than just one or two lines. I apologize for sounding picky. But I would love to have this thread just be Ava and Jordan for now and as it progresses I was thinking of bringing in Jasmine, the roommate, and Rich, her boyfriend/Jordan's best friend. Please PM me if interested.
 
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"Ha ha, very funny Ava," Jordan said sarcastically with a snear on his face. "Don't you know anything? Aviators are the hottest thing right now. Anyone who is cool wears them. I have the best ones too, these babys were only $200."

Jordan walked in and started shaking his arms, trying to dry off his expensive Armani track track jacket. His dark Diseal Jeans were soaked; they perfectly snugged his athletic thighs and taut butt. He continue to walk around the living room; analyzing the place.
"So this is where Richie gets laid. Pretty nice place you girls got here. I came by to get Richie's leather jacket. He said I could borrow it for this hot date I have tomorrow night. You are lucky I was just out at the clubs and on my way home, otherwise you wouldn't have gotten to see me" Jordan joked as he waited for Ava to go fetch the jacket.

Jordan headed right for the fridge, he had no problem making himself feel at home. He opened the last of your beers as he sat down on the couch. He started to flip around the channels on the t.v. He didn't have much patience and needed constant entertainment.
 
She stepped out of the way before he had a chance to bump into her as he made his way inside, giving a gentle roll of her eyes as she closed the door but didn't bother to lock it. The asshole would be on his way out in the next couple of minutes.

"So this is where Richie gets laid. Pretty nice place you girls got here. I came by to get Richie's leather jacket. He said I could borrow it for this hot date I have tomorrow night. You are lucky I was just out at the clubs and on my way home, otherwise you wouldn't have gotten to see me"

"Lucky, lucky me. It's funny how I can only tolerate you in itty, bitty doses." Spoken with a strained smile as she held up her right hand to show her thumb and forefinger and inch or two apart as she moved towards the living room. "And you're fucking soaked. Get off the couch, man."

Sure enough that when he shifted a bit to spite her by rubbing his jacket against the cushions, he was on her comforter and it was doing an awesome job of drying him off. The quicker she got Rich's jacket, the quicker he was going to be gone. Leaving him to entertain himself she walked into Jasmine's bedroom and turned on the light in her search for her current prize, a few things picked up and put back down before she found what it was she was looking for.

"This is all, right? I'd hate to keep you." Hazel eyes watched Jordan closely on the couch as he pulled his attention away from whatever the hell he had been watching to look at her as she moved forward with the jacket held out to him.
 
"OH I am a loser? Come on girl, Clueless was like 10 years ago. Next you are going to say whater to me, right?" Sarcasticly Jordan put down her attempt at making him feel bad. He always had a quick comeback. He thought how lame Ava was to referece that L-7 finger gesture from the movie Clueless. HOw very sad.

Joran rubbed harder into her comforter. "This blanket is really absorbent," Jordan flashed his brillant smile at her. He knew women always let him get away with whatever he was doing when he flashed that million dollar smile. It melted them everytyime and Jordan didn't waste one chance to use it.

Jordan stood up as Ava came back with the jacket. He quickly snatched it out of her hands. "Nice nips! I knew it was cold out from the rain, but not that cold" Jordan's eyes were staring at Ava's obvious nipples poking through her shirt. Jordan was a tit man and boy did he love Ava's big cans.

"I could always warm those baby's up for you," Jordan grinned as he walked toward Ava. He placed a hand on her face. "See, they are very warm."
 
She gave him a once over with a look that read "What the fuck?" before she pulled his hand away from her face. The smile he flashed her way had been lost on her, as she was never one to fall for his tricks-- she had seen him use them with everyone and their grandmother and so it had lost it's flare.

"Thanks, now I'll have your wet ass to comfort me." Spoken as she stepped away from him as he was too close to her liking, although the heat of his hand had left a searing imprint on her skin. Thunder rolled in the distance and she looked towards the windows on her way to the couch to gather up her damp comforter, biting her bottom lip to keep herself in check with him around. To keep from hurting him, mind you.

"Again- don't you have somewhere to be?" Ava kept her back to him although she turned her head to watch him from the corner of her eye and then turned around as he stepped close once again. He loved to spite her. "You get off on bothering the hell out of me, right?" Through all of this she was chuckling softly, somewhat amused, but more so annoyed.
 
"It is fun bothering you. I know exactly what buttons to push. Yes, I do have somewhere to be. I have to get back to my place, I have a really busy day studying tomorrow."(they are both in college right??)

As Jordan turned away and headed toward the door, a crash of lightening struck. The entire apartment lit up; then sudden darkness. Quickly the lights flickered back on, then off again.

"Shit, if that power goes out I am going to be stuck on the subway. There is no way I am walking in this downpour." Jordan's face looked dejected, he really wanted to get home. He had a rough night at the club; he was smacked by 4 different women and didn't get a single phone number.

Jordan took off his jacket; he had a tight white Calvin Klein tee on. "I am going to stay a little bit, just till the storm eases up." Once again he made his way to the couch in his soaked jeans.
 
Standing stock still in the middle of the living room she watched the lights flicker before going out completely, chuckling in disbelief as her tilted back so that she could look up at the darkened ceiling before lightning lit up the sky and illuminated the apartment briefly.

"Just great." With a sigh she turned to look in the direction she heard Jordan in before hearing him flop back down on the couch and groaned. "Hold on, get up." She walked towards the couch slowly, making sure not to trip on the coffee table or his feet as he stood up. As much as she wanted to kick his ass from time to time, she wasn't going to kick him out. Maybe if the weather was better she would, but not in this storm.

Once he was up she folded the comforter a bit before setting it back down on the couch, giving him something to absorb the water of his pants. A comforter would be easier to clean than a couch. "There." Making sure it was good she stepped back and looked over at him skeptically in the dark. "You want a towel?"
 
"A towel would be good." Jordan's tone had definitely softed. He was pleasant now.

"A dry pair or pants or shorts would be better." He barked out; He wasn't going to change completely just because a little power went out.

Ava went in the other room insearch of a towel and probably some shorts as Jordan started to unzip his jeans. He had no problem stripping down infront of Ava, or any woman as a matter of fact. Jordan folded up his wet jeans and his wet socks and placed them on the coffee table. He was shivering in just his white tee and black, spandex boxer briefs. They hugged him nicely. They were always the first pair of underwear he wanted a woman to see him in. He sat down on a dry portion of the couch and waited. His eyes were starting to adjust to the complete darkness.
 
She had complied and gone off to find a towel and a pair of Rich's shorts somewhere in Jasmine's room. Yes, the girl had cleared at a whole drawer for her boyfriend. Now that's love. She reappeared with both things in hand, grunting softly as her toe made contact with the leg of the coffee table.

"Damn it." Inhaling slowly as she wiggled the toe that had been hurt her hand went out to hold the things she had retrieved. Once he had taken them she was turning towards the large windows and opening the blinds to let the light from the cars daring enough to be on the streets below making a little light. Jordan shifted on the couch and she looked back over her shoulder. "Those are your buddy's. Couldn't tell you if they were clean or not."

There was a smile on her lips that he would no doubt hear in her voice since he couldn't make out her face that well.
 
"Are you alright??" He sounded concerned when she banged her toe. He thought that she might fall on him. He hastely grabbed the shorts and gave them a quick sniff, "Eww, these are dirty. Can't you smell the funk on them?"

He lobbed them back to her; they landed on her head. He started to laugh as he could make out the outline of her with the shorts on her head as she stood by the window.

"I think I will just wear my boxers, if that is ok with you? I know they are very clean." He gave a sinister snear. He was annoyed she would bring him dirty clothes. This girl must be stupidier than Rich said. Rich had ripped on Ava many times before. Sure she was a little dim and slow witted, but most women are compared to guys, Jordan thought to himself.

"So...what are you looking at?" Jordan walked over slowly to Ava. He positioned himself right behind her and looked over her shoulder out on to the street.
 
Batting the underwear off her head she caught them and held them back out to him. "I'd like to know what the hell you're smelling. These are CLEAN, ass." Of course she had made sure to not pick a stank pair, and if she knew Jasmine- the girl was a clean freak. If she tried something on just to see how it looked she'd put it in the hamper. Major OCD.

Once again she was put into a rather bothered mood by him, finding his arrogance stuffy and annoying. She did all she could to keep her voice level as she tossed the underwear back in his face as he came to stand behind her. "The drivers crazy enough to be out on the road in this weather."

There was the hot breath escaping his lips as she could feel the anger coming off of him in waves without having to turn around and face him completely. This was her place and she had no intention of letting him talk down to her. If he didn't like it? He could get the fuck out.
 
"Fine, fine, fine. You are right, they are clean. I just wanted you to check out my underwear. They are my favorite and the favorite of all the woman that have seen them." Jordan begrudgingly took the shorts and put them on. They were a pair of Rich's running shorts; they were fairly short, just covered up his underwear.

He moved closer to her to see better;he made sure not to press up against her. She didn't like being touched, or so he had heard from Rich and his girlfriend.
"Anyone out driving in this is an idiot. It is way to dangerous. Do you have a radio Ava? We could try to find a weather report on it. To see if the weather lets up otherwise you will have a new roomie tonight."
 
There's a scoff and she turns her body at an angle to watch him pull the shorts on, her usual warm gaze having gone a bit cold. He had a great knack of bringing it out in her. "Smooth, Jordan." Moving away from him with another little glance out the window, she took a seat in one of the armchairs and left the couch open for him.

"No radio." Spoken softly, her annoyance with him having passed as it always did. She found he was not one for her to waste so much time or effort on, especially with the way he spoke and acted around her. She watched him remain at the window with a little glance downwards to the streets below before turning and moving towards the seat he had occupied before. "And I don't think this is going to let up anytime soon."

All she had wanted was for him to get whatever it was he was meant to get and then leave because they just could not be around each other for more than five minutes at a time. He annoyed the hell out of her with his arrogance as much as she bothered him with not being charmed by his antics or putting up with him talking down to her. She was not that kind of girl nor would she ever be. Again she could feel his eyes on her in the dark and she quirked a brow in silence, knowing the look would be missed but she had no intention at the moment to speak to him.
 
He had walked over to where she was sitting and stood infront of her. His hands on his hips and probably a serious look on his face. He said,"Well, we need to think of where I am going to sleep tonight. Is your bed big enough for two? This couch is way to small for me; my feet would hang off it."

He stood there for several moments. Ava wasn't responding at all.
"Well, what am i going to do?"
 
Looking up at him there was a smirk on her lips as his current posture was rather feminine, but she kept the comment to herself. "You can sleep in Jasmine's bed, I doubt she'll be back tonight. Her and Rich are stuck at the movie theater."

Continuing to look up at him she blinked a few times before she stood, her body brushing his as if to man up and tell him to take a step back. "Hope you don't mind. I'll got get you a blanket." As it was not left open for discussion. Him in her bed? She'd never hear the end of it from him or Rich, and the thought just disturbed her to no end.

Jordan's hand brushed her arm as she moved past but she pulled it away before he could make any other attempt to make a grab for her. She disappeared into darkened room, trying to recall where exactly she had left the blanket she was looking for to let the "honorable" guest borrow for the time being.

"Where the hell is it..." The question was spoken softly to herself in the stillness of her room, moving around things without bumping into them (that much). Dropping down onto her hands and knees she pulled out one of those airtight boxes from beneath the bed with a sigh in finding the blanket and sat back on her legs to pull the soft bedding out and fluffing it up. "Found you a blanket." Called out to him as she made her way to stand, holding the large piece of fabric to her chest as she made her way back out into the living room.

"Jas has got tons of pillows, so take your pick."
 
Jordan snatched the blanket from her. "Thanks," he said sarcastically. He didn't want to sleep alone. He always loved having someone sleep with him, even if only they did was sleep. He made his way over to the other bedroom. He walked in and though, wow, what a girl room. It was covered floor to ceiling in pink. There were a ton of stuffed animals on the bed aswell.
"Eww, how does Rich stand this place?" he thought aloud as he started to strip. Jordan never slept in clothes.

He threw the animals from the bed as he then placed the blanket on top of it. He wasn't that tired so he decided to grope around the room for a bit. He found the usual stuff, books, papers, tons of photos. Then he found her goodie draw. Lube, and condems and even a vibrator. What a naughty girl he thought.

Jordan went straight to her dresser as he was now starting to get a bit aroused. He poked through her panties; that is when he really got turned on. He quickly dropped them back in the drawer and sat on the edge of the bed. He grabbed a few tissues from the night stand and started to pleasure himself. He lay back inthe bed as his thoughts wandered from his usual porn fantasies of celebs like Katie Holmes,.... to Ava.
 
Ava did her best to not laugh aloud at the sarcasm in his voice, a hand rising to cover her mouth as she cleared her throat and backed up into her room and closed the door. Fingers hovered over the doorknob as the thought of locking her door or not crossed her mind before she remembered that the front door had been left unlocked. With a reluctant sigh she opened her door as quietly as possible before sneaking out into the hall and across the living room to the door and turning the deadbolt into place before sneaking back the way she came.

Having only slipped past Jasmine's door she stopped, somewhat startled at hearing someone breathing heavily and she slowly took a step back to peek through the crack that the door created in Jordan's failed attempt at closing the door. Her eyes focused in on the shadow on the bed before she caught on to what it was he was doing. She wanted to pull herself away but found that she was unable to move for a few moments. Breath catching in her throat she pulled herself away from the door before backing up and turning into her room. Fuck, he was getting off in Jasmine's bed... oh boy. She hadn't noticed she had backed up against her door to close it completely. The thought of grabbing the digital camera from her dresser and running in to snap a few pictures crossed her mind but the sounds of his moans and grunts still echoing in her ears made her forget the thought.

No, she'd get in bed and do her best to fall asleep over the rolling thunder and the rain against her window. Maybe that would help to drown out Jordan still echoing in her ears. Undressing down only to her underwear, given that she preferred to sleep naked but in present company didn't want to take that chance. Slipping between the covers she stared up at the ceiling and closed her eyes before turning on her side, tucking her hands beneath her head as she took a deep breath and gently squeezed her thighs together with a shakey breath. There was no way in hell she was going to get off in thinking of Jordan doing the same.
 
When he finished, he got up to go to the bathroom. There was no way he was leaving any evidence of what he just did in there. No, it was best to just flush the used tissue down the toilet and pretend it never happened. No one would know what he did, Ava would be too grossed out to go visit him in the middle of the night. Before he went tothe bathroom he decided to put on his boxers, normally he wouldn't but he didn't want Rich and Jasmine to see him naked or pointing at them.

After exiting the bathroom and thoroughy washing his hands, he walked over to the kitchen. Ever the insomniac, he couldn't sleep. He opened the fridge and saw that the light was on, ah-ha, the power was back. He found a frozen mini-pizza and made himself a gin and tonic as he settled on the couch to catch the latest episode of sportscenter. He thought he might aswell watch it now, he was up and he would otherwise watch it in the morning. He decided to keep the volume low, he didn't want to wake Ava.

After several commercials sportscenter finally came on. As luck would have it, they had two females co-hosting the show. Jordan, still a little horny and no done with his food, looked aroudn before slipping a free hand into his pants. What could be better then drinking, sports, and masterbating?
 
Hazel eyes slowly opened at hearing the television? The power came back on? She rolled over onto her back to look at the alarm clock on the opposite nightstand to see the red glowing numbers flashing at her. There was a soft click as the A/C came on and she sighed softly in relief. Sitting up she pulled her blanket away while she swung her legs over the edge of the bed to stand, staying still for a moment as she searched for her bottoms and the shirt she had donned before.

The tingly between her legs had not ceased and she was growing rather frustrated. She'd take care of it once she had gone to get something to drink, her skin flushed and feverish to the touch. She had only just opened the door and stood stock still at the sight set before her, hazel eyes wide. "Deprived, Jordan?" Her jaw setting to keep a smile from splitting her face from the look of surprise and his hand stopping in mid-stroke.
 
"oh, um...ugh, hey, what are you doing up?" Jordan didn't know what to say. He hadn't anticipated Ava waking up. He thought he would have privacy jerking off to the team of Linda Cohen and Cindy Brunson, his favorite female anchors.

Quickly he pulled his hand out of his boxers; he was still very hard and the snug boxers showed an impressive outline.

"I was just horny and you know, I wanted some fun before bed. It eases me and helps me sleep." He tried to act like casual. Who cares that he got caught jerking off, all guys do it. This attitude wasn't having any effect on Ava. She stood there with a big smile on her face. Jordan could tell that it was from laughing and not admiring the size of his cock. A little embarassed he tried to refocus on the t.v. Maybe she would just go to bed and forget about this whole thing.
 
"I was just horny and you know, I wanted some fun before bed. It eases me and helps me sleep."

Nodding a bit, as if in understanding, she moved towards the kitchen and flicked on the light with a bit of flinch as the invasion of something bright invading her eyes was killer. With her back to him now she was openly laughing as she bent down into the fridge to grab a bottle of juice before leaning back to cast a look over at him. Was he blushing?

"What are you getting off to anyway?" She leaned up against the counter and attempted to steal a peek at the tv but he changed it before she could get a look, her laughter a bit louder now before she took a drink from the bottle in her hand before swallowing. "I doubt you have any reason to hide things from me after I caught you with your hand down your boxers." Leaving the fact out that she had also caught in him doing the same thing in Jasmine's bed. "I absolutely love these moments we share together."
 
He let out a nervous laugh. "I was just jerking off to some ho's in one of those rap music videos on BET. The woman are almost naked and I do love big booties." He let out a nervous laugh again. It didn't look like Ava was buying it.

"Listen, it is a perfectly normal thing for a guy to jerk off. All guys do it. You woman don't always want sex so us men have to take care of things every no and then." He said this proudly, as if he was making a serious speech.

Nervously he keep looking at Ava. She just kept laughing softly. He wasn't doing anything to convince her that this is normal and not some laugh riot. "You...you.. aren't going to tell anyone right? Masterbation is a very private thing. I wouldn't tell anyone if I had caught you masterbating." Jordan was very ashamed at being caught. He didn't believe it himself that jerking off is normal. He knew deep down that he is a pervert. He knows he does it alot more than any other guy. He has always been embarrassed with how frequent he cranks it out. He had always been discrete about it; this was the first time he was caught. He continued to stare at the t.v. He couldn't take the look on Ava's face.
 
Draining the bottle completely she straightened up and moved off to throw the empty bottle away with another chuckle. "Most people don't get off on someone else's couch."

Taking her time to wander out into the living room she remained standing, her hands on her hips before she began to walk off towards her room but stopped just before slipping inside. "Have fun, Jordan." That said she entered her darkened room, closing the door behind her with a smile and shake of her head before stripping on the way to her bed and jumping under the covers. It was only a matter of moments before she was asleep. Arms wrapped around a pillow as she held it to her, subconsciously hoping it would somehow return the warmth.
 
Annoyed at Ava, he needed to seek some measure of revenge. He stood up from the couch, his semi-hardon still pointing to the t.v. He paced around the living room; he couldn't think of what to do. He finally decided to go check up on her. She had so rudely snuck up on him in the living room, it was his turn now.

Carefully he crept toward her door. Shit, it was closed. Every so slowly and gently he turned the knob; he didn't want to startle her. He peaked his head toward the small two in opening. He saw her laying there, her body in the fetile position, desperately holding onto a pillow. Her back was facing the door. She didn't seem to notice that her door was now open. Jordan kneeled down and started to just watch her. A few sounds of snoring with a few incomprehensible words thrown out.

She started to toss a bit in her sleep. Her body moving from side to side onthe very large bed. The covers had fallen off of her. When Ava settled again in the position Jordan had originally found her, the covers had fall off a bit. Her milky white, juicy ass was exposed. JOrdan couldn't believe this girl slept naked. Even more so, it was turning him on. He had just mentioned to her how he loved big, round asses. Now here was one, right infront of him.

He decided that he had to touch it. He stood up and carefully and without making a sound, opened her door all the way. He slowly walked through her deep carpet, not making a sound. He had grabbed the covers that had fallen onto the floor and gently tried to cover her up with them. STanding over her he saw one of her ample breasts being squished against the pillow. His hard on had returned. He placed the cover over in a loving manner. He didn't want to wake her up. Just as he was finishing tucking her in, he decided to briefly caress her exposed ass. That seemed to awaken her....
 
Ava's chest rose and fell as she took deep, slumbering breaths. The pillow continuing to be held to her unbeknownst that she had company. Taking a deep breath she turned over, kicking the covers off as her face, while in her sleep, contorted into a look of confusion or pain. Writhing around for a few moments a second later she was calm again, her face buried into the pillow still in her arms as a chill rode through her as she was obviously unaware that the covers had disappeared due to her own actions.

Then there it was, a touch. Jordan's caress made her flinch and she seemed to wake up for a quick moment before she slipped back in sleep. She turned to lay on her back, arms rising over her head in an attempt to stretch before letting them return to where they were before. Pillow forgotten she took a deep, shuddery breath as her hands traveled beneath the replaced blanket. She was touching herself in her sleep, her fingers gently massaging her clit and in response eliciting a moan to fall past her lips.
 
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