Jennifer And The Multi-Portal Pleasure Unit X-3000

Jennifer smirked as she filled out the address on the package. She was so excited about her gift to her long-distance boyfriend, Woody. He was going to lose his shit when he got a hold of this. She could not wait to feel his touch against her… she frowned as she glanced back to her phone. The apartment number on the new address he had sent her was different to the one he mentioned on the phone… she thought.

She considered calling him but knew how many late hours he had been working recently. He must have simply mentioned the wrong address, or she was misremembering. Jennifer filled in the address as he had written it and then made sure to fill in her boyfriend's name exactly, his legal name, not the nickname, all his friends and she herself called him. That way at least if the package went to the wrong apartment, it would make its way to him. She looked over it once more.

Jennifer had met Woody on Spring Break and only after months of dating, did she learn his full name. Ironically, he had the exact same name of some dweeb she had known in high school. But they had been a real twig, a pathetic loser and not the hunk of a man Woody was with his chiselled jawline and bulky body. More of a girly boy than anything and a loser to cap it off. She remembered more than once bullying and belittling him. Good times… Jennifer laughed as she finished up the package.

She got up and began to pull on her clothes. Better to go drop off the package before her class this afternoon. She looked herself over in the mirror. Jennifer was a fit woman from years of cheerleading in high school. Black dreads for hair and similarly dark skin with bikini tan lines from months spent on the beach during the summer. A tight body, a little lacking in the breast department but more than making up for it with hips and a bubble butt which always looked good in a short skirt. Woody certainly seemed to like touching it.

Often teasing her about wanting to fuck her perfect ass. Well now maybe he would get the chance. She picked back up the package and smirked again before sticking her tongue out with her new barbell piercing in it. That would be another nice surprise for Woody. The company she bought this from had recommended their own special shipping agency for such packages… but fuck Jennifer if she was spending as much as they wanted for a simple fucking delivery.