The Jenna Arrangement Pt. 02

"Well, that's just it," she replied, "I never got them. Look, let me just explain, ok?"

I nodded silently, and waited for her to continue.

"After you left that night, I kinda freaked out a bit. Oh not because of YOU," she said, seeing my concern, "you were fine, you did nothing that made me feel in danger or anything like that. It was just about ME."

She paused for a moment, then continued, "I'd never done anything like that before. I haven't...I haven't really had that much experience with guys, despite what I might have said during...well, you know,...anyway, I deleted your messages, then I deleted that email account I used. I even changed the password to a bunch of random numbers I wouldn't remember so I couldn't log back into it."

Here she paused, looking ashamed and embarrassed. "I never responded because I never got your messages. Because I...I was afraid. Not afraid of you asking me to do...that...again. I was afraid I'd say yes." She hung her head sadly.

"Jenna, I would never have tried to pressure you into anyth..." I started, but she cut me off.

"No, I get that. You don't understand. I was afraid because....because..." she started crying, "because I enjoyed it and I couldn't understand why, and I was afraid of seeing you again because I WANTED to...see you again. Doing that. And it scared me."

Tears were rolling down her cheeks. I wanted to get up, go to her, comfort her. Then I remembered I was wearing nothing but a stupid Snuggie and thought better of it.

Instead, I responded, "Jenna, I'm sorry. Last thing I wanted was to cause you any pain or trauma."

"You're still not getting it!" she snapped angrily. "I wasn't TRAUMATIZED by what you...we...did. I was TURNED ON by it and wanted to do it again. And that scared the hell out of me," she finished, calming herself.

We sat in silence for a while, her drying her tears, me simply stunned by her confession.

And that's when the power went out.

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After lighting a few candles she managed to scrounge up, Jenna next went to check on the laundry.

"Bad news," she said when she returned. "The machine hadn't finished yet. Looks like you might be stuck here awhile, unless you wanna drive home in that Snuggie," she said, giggling at the idea.

I rolled my eyes, "Yeah, no, I think I'll pass on that."

We looked at each other for a few moments, both of us with goofy grins on our faces. She seemed to have recovered from her earlier outburst.

"I just realized I'm a terrible host," she said, breaking the spell. "You hungry? Want something to drink? I'd offer to cook you something, but..." She gestured around the candle lit room and shrugged.

"I'm not really hungry anyway, but a drink would be nice, thanks," I replied.

"You want a beer? Or some wine? Water? Ice tea?" She called out, looking through her fridge. "Beer sounds good," I answered.

She brought back a beer for me, a glass of wine for herself, and a bag of pretzels she put on the coffee table, "just in case you wanna nibble."

Knowing she was only 19, I cocked one eyebrow at her glass of wine. "My roommate Michelle is 21," Jenna said with a shrug.

We sipped our drinks in silence, which Jenna eventually broke. "Sorry for my little outburst earlier," she said sheepishly.

"It's ok," I replied, "we don't have to talk about it if you don't want to." Jenna just nodded.

So we talked about other things instead.

I told Jenna about my boring job, Jenna told me about her classes, which was far more interesting. She was an artist, and hoped to pursue a career in graphic design. She showed me some of her sketchbooks. She was pretty damn talented.

We'd been chatting awhile, and I was finishing my second beer, when my bladder decided it needed emptying.

"Gotta use your restroom, excuse me," I said, standing up.

About halfway across the room, I heard a low wolf whistle from behind me. That's when I realized the Snuggie didn't close in the back and Jenna was getting a full view of my bare ass.

I turned to see Jenna grinning slyly. "Drinks AND a show, this night's definitely looking up," she said, tilting her wine glass at me.

I laughed, did a slight bow, then continued to the bathroom, not bothering to try and cover up at that point.

While I emptied my bladder, my mind started racing. Where was this going? Was it going ANYWHERE? Am I reading too much into all of this?

"Don't overthink it," I told myself as I was washing my hands. "Just roll with it. Whatever happens, happens. Or not."

When I came back out, I saw Jenna sitting with her sketch pad and some pencils. She had her legs crossed, and her robe was open enough to reveal her legs fully. I had a moment to think about the fact that at any time she could have gone and put more clothing on besides just that bathrobe after her shower, but she never did.

"Hey, since we're kinda stuck here with no power and nothing to do, I was wondering if you'd be willing to help me out with something," she said, looking slightly nervous. When she saw my head tilted in question, she continued, "I have one more art project coming up before the summer break. They're gonna have us sketch a nude male model. I've never done a nude before and was thinking maybe I could, you know...get some practice."

My jaw dropped. "Are you serious?" I gasped. "I mean, yes, I'd be willing to, but I thought..."

"Look," she said, calmly, "I know you enjoyed being naked in front of me before. I know you'd like to do it again. And I...enjoyed...seeing you naked last time too. Now that I've actually admitted it to myself, it doesn't bother me anymore."

Jenna paused, then smiled, continuing, "I trust you now, and I honestly do need the practice. Let's not make a big THING about this and instead just relax and enjoy it?"

I started to say something, stopped myself, took a deep breath. "Ok, then. Why the hell not?"

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Jenna found some more candles and a flashlight, and spent several minutes moving them around the room, trying to get some semblance of lighting to draw by.

As she moved and bent, her bathrobe loosened enough times for me to confirm she wasn't wearing a bra under it. I never got a full boob flash, but saw plenty of cleavage.

She also moved her chair closer so she could sit directly across from me on the couch.

"Fuck it," she said, slightly frustrated, "that's as good as the lighting is gonna get I guess. Not my ideal situation, but whatever, this will just be a rough sketch anyway," she finished with a shrug.

"So, how do you want me to pose?" I asked.

"Well, first, lose that stupid Snuggie," she said, as casually as someone might say 'pass the salt,' "then just, well..." she paused a moment, looking deep in thought. "Just sit casually. Like you would at home. Like you're relaxing after a tough day or whatever. We'll see what that looks like," she directed.

"What if I," I hesitated a moment, "what if I, you know, get...aroused?"

"Nothing I haven't seen before," she grinned. "Just don't play with it. At least, not 'til I'm done."

I was taken aback by that last comment. I wasn't really expecting this to turn into another masturbation session, but that really felt like a hint that it was a possibility.

Putting that out of my mind, I instead focused on being a "professional" model.

I casually shrugged off the Snuggie, glad to be rid of it. Then I spread it out over the couch before sitting down. "So I'm not bare assed on your furniture," I explained. "I'm sure my roomies would appreciate that," Jenna replied with a smirk.

I then thought about how I wanted to pose. I decided I'd try what she suggested, and I laid myself down so that my head was propped up on the arm of the couch, supported by a small throw pillow. I then lifted my left leg up onto the couch, bent at the knee, and let my right leg dangle off the side with my foot on the floor.

"That's good, I can work with that," Jenna said, "now maybe just rest your left arm across your stomach, and your right arm by your side, as comfortably as you can so you won't feel like moving them later."

I followed her direction, getting myself as comfortable as I could. I couldn't help but notice my penis was as relaxed as the rest of me, casually flopped over towards the leg that was hanging off the couch.

"That's perfect," said Jenna, "You look like a guy that's had a really long day and just wants to unwind."

"Well it HAS been a really long, strange day," I said with a laugh. "I suppose it has," she laughed with me.

"Ok, now turn your face a little towards me. Perfect, right there. Now, try to move as little as possible," she directed. Then, falling silent, she sipped her wine, picked up her pencil and pad, and began sketching.

I was glad she'd asked me to turn my head a bit, because now I could observe her while she worked. Her face was a mask of concentration as she looked at me, then back towards her pad. The only sound in the room was our breathing and her pencil scratching across the paper.

I couldn't help but think how quickly the tables had turned between us. The last time I was nude in front of her, I was in control, fulfilling my own little sexual fantasy.

Now here I was, again naked, again with Jenna watching me, but for a completely different reason. It was rather remarkable how fast, how casually, she had taken control this time.

"This feels like some weird Jack and Rose from Titanic role reversal thing," I joked, breaking the silence.

"I'm not fucking you after," she shot back with an arched eyebrow.

"Fair enough, as long as I still get to keep the diamond," I replied quickly. That got a laugh out of her. "Cut it out, you're breaking my concentration," she admonished me, trying to stifle a giggle.

"Yes ma'am, sorry ma'am," I said in mock apology. She rolled her eyes, then went back to sketching.

Several more minutes went by in silence as I continued to watch her work. At one point she got up to move a few of the candles around, and when she sat down again I noticed her robe had loosened further. I was now treated to a lovely view of her milky white cleavage, and the round under-curve of her left breast. I was also treated to plenty of her lovely legs. The flickering candlelight was playing tricks with the shadows, often giving me the illusion that I was seeing more than I actually could.

But it was her eyes that I found most erotic. Because they were focused almost entirely on me, seeing me, naked and fully exposed to her.

I suppose it was inevitable that I started to get an erection.

It began slowly at first, just a twitch to alert me that it was waking up. Once I recognized what was happening, I was powerless to stop it, as I felt the blood flowing into it, becoming slowly engorged.

Jenna was still looking at her pad. When she finally looked up again, her eyebrows raised. "Hey, I said no moving," she said sternly, but I could tell she was trying not to grin.

"Sorry, these things have a mind of their own sometimes," I apologized.

"Ah, it's fine. I was just getting to that part anyway. I suppose it'll be more interesting to draw...that way," she said, finally letting her adorable grin break. "See if you can keep it that way for a while. But remember, no touching."

I suddenly felt flushed. Jenna was focusing all her attention on my erect cock, and the more she focused as she drew, the harder I felt. Several times she'd lean in closer, trying to get a better look, and every time she did I got a wonderful view of her breasts hanging loose in her robe, swaying slightly with her movements.

"Hey, it's twitching. No twitching!" she chided me. "Hold still, I'm almost done dammit."

Trying to stop my cock from twitching would be like trying to stop the tide, I thought, but I did my best to concentrate and eventually it calmed down.

Several more minutes went by before she finally put her pencil down. "There, finished!" Jenna exclaimed. She examined her pad with a critical eye. "Hmmm, not my best work, but not bad for having to do it by candlelight."

"Can I see it?" I asked excitedly. She hesitated a moment, looking nervous, then replied, "Sure, but don't judge it too harshly, ok? It's really just a rough sketch under less than ideal lighting."

I sat up from my prone position and stretched a bit, then turned eagerly to view the drawing she held up before me.

I was blown away. It was like seeing myself for the first time, but through someone else's eyes. I looked strong, masculine. The pose of my body looked relaxed yet exhausted. My face projected confidence but also a look of weariness, of someone who's seen rough times but survived them.

"Jenna, that's...amazing," I gasped. "I feel like you drew someone else though, I never looked that good."

"I draw what I see," she replied simply.

"I don't know what to say. I'm honored," I said humbly. "Thank you. It's beautiful."

She blushed and smiled, "I'm glad you like it."

I looked at it again, admiring the details, only then really noticing for the first time her representation of my cock.

"I'm really not THAT big you know," I said with a chuckle.

"I draw what I see," she repeated with a wink.

"Speaking of which," she continued, "you can take care of that now if you want."

My jaw went slack as I followed her gaze down towards my cock, which was still standing at full attention. I'd somehow forgotten about it while appreciating her sketch.

"Are you sure?" I asked, almost a whisper.

"Of course I'm sure," she replied almost casually, only the slight flush of her face in the candlelight betraying a hint of excitement. "But first, let me refill my wine. Want another beer?" She asked as she headed towards the kitchen.

I shook my head stupidly, then realized she wasn't looking at me. "Um, no, not now, I'm good. Maybe...later," I stumbled.

When she returned, she took her chair and suddenly slid it back a few feet, leaving her in shadow as she sat down and cradled her glass. "Why did you..." I started, but she cut me off.

"Just go ahead, relax, do your thing, ok? Just promise me..." She paused, hesitating, "...just promise you'll stay on the couch, no matter what, ok?"

"Jenna, I don't underst..."

"Just promise," she cut me off again, firmly.

"Ok, I promise," I said, still confused.

From where she sat now, I could only see her silhouette, a shadowy outline in the chair. Meanwhile I was still lit by the glow of the candles.

It was then that I started to understand, and I felt a sudden rush of excitement, but tried to contain it in case I had guessed wrong.

I sat back and, looking at the shadow of her, started to pleasure myself.

Suddenly I heard Jenna giggle, "You forgot the lube again."

"Fuck the lube," I said, groaning from my first few strokes already.

My cock was on fire, ready to burst, but I didn't wanna rush it, so I focused on keeping a slow, steady pace, pausing when needed, drawing it out and slowly building the intensity.

Then I heard a moan that wasn't mine.

Looking towards Jenna, I could see movement, vague and hidden in the shadows.

It was the sounds that gave her away. The rustling of her robe, the creak of her chair. Her breathing had become heavier, occasionally letting out light sighs and moans. And then, very faintly, came the soft wet squishing sounds.

Jenna was masturbating!

I almost came right then; it took all my strength and control not to.

Now I understood the promise she'd made me make to stay on the couch. She wanted to watch me, and she wanted to pleasure herself while doing so, but she also wanted her privacy.

I desperately wanted to see what she was doing of course. The idea, the IMAGE of it was burning in my mind hotter than a thousand candles. I wanted to go to her, to SEE her, to TOUCH her, to swoop her into my arms and make passionate love to her right on the floor of this candle lit room.

But I knew that if I so much as stood up off of the couch, this would end in a heartbeat.

I respected her wishes.

My imagination supplied the images to the sounds I was hearing, coloring in the dark shadow of her hidden body, filling in the details in my mind.

I could "see" her face, twisting in pleasure with each moan and squeal I heard escape her lips. Every time her chair creaked I saw her hips thrusting and twisting her body as her fingers worked her obviously wet pussy that was supplying the slippery moisture sounds.

I saw her breasts now, not just her cleavage, but her full, firm young mounds with their sharp and swollen nipples through the shadows of her all but hidden form. I saw her legs, trembling with pleasure as they opened further to give her better access to her aching clit.

My mind painted these pictures as clearly and as well detailed as Jenna's drawing of me.

I could hear her breathing becoming more hitched and irregular, and knew her climax was approaching.

"T-T-Tommy," her voice came suddenly, stuttering, "I'm close, so c-c-close, cum for me, please, I need you to...to...ohhhhh God, mmmmmmm," her words dissolving into moans, then grunts, and finally to screams as her orgasm took her.

My cock was already exploding the moment she said "cum for me," my own screams and moans echoing hers as we climaxed together in the dark.

I was dizzy with pleasure, my body shaking uncontrollably. And in my mind's eye, so was hers.

The room became utterly silent save for the sounds of us collectively catching our breath.

We sat in that silence for what felt like eternity, but was in reality only a few minutes.

Jenna's voice broke the silence again. "Stay there, ok? I'll be right back." I heard her chair creak, saw her shadow stand and head down the hallway.

I sat alone, covered in my own cum, watching the candles burning low and grinning like the village idiot.

She returned with, as she had on our first encounter, a warm washcloth for me to clean up, which I did promptly.

"You can sleep in one of the empty bedrooms if you want, I'll bring you some blankets and pillows," she said as I finished wiping myself down. She was speaking calmly but I sensed caution as well.

Instead of putting the hated Snuggie back on, I instead simply wrapped it around my waste. I was trying to decide what to say. "Thanks," I began, "Jenna, that was..."

"Sounds like the storm is subsiding," Jenna broke in. "Hopefully the power will be back on by the time we wake up and I can finish washing your clothes, or you may wind up driving home in that Snuggie," she chuckled.

She'd cut me off, I realized. She doesn't want to talk about what just happened.

So I just replied, "Hopefully. At least it's Saturday and I don't have to work. What about your other roommate? Will she be back in the morning, ya think? I don't want her freaked out by an unexpected guest."

"Oh, I texted her while you were in the bathroom earlier. She's gonna stay with her boyfriend all weekend, so we're ok," Jenna answered.

Jenna dug a few sheets, blankets and pillows out of the closet, then showed me to one of the empty rooms, me carrying a couple candles to light the way.

After making up the bed, she took one of the candles from me. Her face glowed like an angel in its light.

We just looked at each other for a few moments in silence. "Well, goodnight," Jenna said gently. Then, to my surprise, leaned in and gave me a soft kiss.

It lasted only a second, and then she was gone.

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Afterwards: If you stuck around through all of that to arrive at this ending, I thank you. When I wrote part 1, I had no real idea what I wanted to do to continue it, only that I wanted to revisit and expand on the original idea and characters.

Part 2 took on a life of its own, and went in directions I hadn't planned at all.