Jackson continued further into the room until her feet were flat with the surface of the shared ground. With only a pea green rug at their feet and a dim light of a street lamp slipping through the half turned slits of the blinds, it was a rather romantic setting for an abrupt moment. But despite the tranquil setting, all Jackson could focus on was the eager woman on the tips of his fingers, looking at him in wait for whatever he had in store for her. His mind flashed forward in how he could have her; missionary, doggy, sixty-nine; but eventually decided on something far more intimate-something more fitting of her, and something he had wanted since the moment he saw her cross the campus for the first time.
“Sit on the edge of the bed…” He instructed as she paused for a moment before watc
