Lisa
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"Everything all right?" I asked as she took her seat opposite me.
She had an amused expression on her face.
I glanced over to see Jisoo firing me a dirty look as she made her way back to the table.
"Yeah, everything is just fine." Jennie waved her hand, her eyes looking wicked. "I guess your reputation is even worse than I thought."
"What did she say about me?" I cocked my head to the side. Not that I cared especially since whatever it was, Jennie seemed more amused than anything else.
"She just warned me off of you. Apparently, you'd go after anything with a pulse."
I tried to hold back the sarcasm, but couldn't. "Jisoo trying to warn you off me is like a crocodile advising someone to become vegetarian."
"Actually, she told me you tried to hit on her one time and she shot you down."
My eyebrows rose. "She said I tried to come on to her?"
"So many women you don't remember, huh?" Jennie mocked, but she was smiling.
I glanced over at Jisoo again. "I remember the incident all right, but that's not quite how I remember it."
"Oh, no?" She perked up. "What happened?"
"The way I remember it going down was she turned up at my door in a giant fur coat and nothing underneath, except some leopard-print lingerie, but I was seeing someone at that time, so I turned her down. As I recall, it wasn't hard to do either. She's not my type."
Her eyes widened. "Hang on. Did you just say leopard print?"
"Yeah?" I cocked my head at her. "Why, is that a thing?"
She started laughing. "That's her whole thing. It's her move. Animal-print panties and a barely-there bra. She says it works every time."
"Well, I'm the exception to that rule, I guess."
She chuckled some more.
I had to admit I felt surprised to see how little what Jisoo said had bothered Jennie. Most women, if their friends had come to them and tried to warn them off, would have backed right the heck up, but Jennie didn't seem to give a damn.
And that was hot as hell.
She was her own person, defined outside her friends, something I never would have credited her with back in high school. I found I liked the new Jennie a whole fucking lot. So much, I wasn't sure I could wait through dinner to get her on her own.
"Hey." I leaned toward her, and she ducked her head close to mine, so close I could smell her perfume. I was reminded of that night outside the bar, when the scent of her had filled my senses and made my head spin.
"Yeah?"
"You want to get out of here?" I suggested, and I found that my heart rate had picked up in my chest. "We could get the steaks to go?"
She grinned widely and glanced around toward her friend's table, but Jisoo was talking with Bobby, not paying any attention to us. "Back to your place?" she whispered.
For an answer, I slipped my hand on to her knee beneath the table. Her mouth dropped open in a gasp, and I grinned. Not in a million years could I have imagined that I could have this kind of effect on the hottest girl in school. After all, she did turn me down at the height of my pulling power.
She got to her feet and glanced to the door.
I slipped an arm around her waist, and went to the host counter to get our food to go. After a few minutes, they brought it and I threw a fifty on the counter. Then I hurried her out before she had time to think better of her decision.
I was surprised we even made it back to my place, if I was being honest; she didn't say a word to me in the car, didn't even look at me, but I could feel the need coming off her in hot, heavy waves, as though she was trying to contain herself but failing. We pulled to a halt outside my place, not far from the garage.
She glanced at me. "We're really doing this, huh?" she muttered.
Here it comes. The big NO. I shrugged. "If you still want to."
In a flash, she unbuckled her belt and was on top of me, pressing down to kiss me, her tongue in my mouth, and her hands on my chest.
I let my hands roam all over her, pushing up that tight little dress she had been wearing all fucking night long, and grabbing at her thighs, her round full ass.
Fuck, she felt good, better than I'd expected, even.
That night outside the bar, I hadn't had a proper chance to feel her like this, to feel the weight of her on top of me, to touch every part of her, to fulfil those cravings I had been trying to ignore since high school.
I slid my hand between her legs and cupped her through the thin fabric of her panties. She groaned and pulled back for a moment, eyes closed, head back. I grasped the back of her head and pulled her toward me, sinking my fingers into her neck, pressing my forehead to hers. "Look at me," I ordered.
She opened her eyes, her gaze burning into mine. My cock was already painfully hard and I knew I had to have her or I was going to fucking explode. I had waited long enough. Since that night at the bar, I had been waiting for this, desperate for it and a damn pair of sweet smelling panties as a memento wouldn't suffice either.
She only wore a small scrap of lace, so I hooked my fingers into her panties and ripped it off her body. Her pussy, freshly shaved glowed sweetly in the dark. I was dying to suck on it, but with shaking fingers, she had begun to undo my jeans. I lifted my hips so she could pull down my pants. Greedily, she wrapped her fist around my cock, stroking me a couple of times, and she let out this guttural, almost animal-like noise that seemed born from a deep hunger inside of her. She wasn't holding back, wasn't trying to play at being cute or coy.
She wanted me to fuck her.
I reached into the gap between the seats and pulled out a condom.
"Always prepared, huh?" she teased.
"Nah, this one was carrying your name since the moment you walked into my garage, Princess."
"Oh yeah," she whispered, running her fingers through my hair.
I was surprised at how hot her touch got me, even when it was as mild as that; her fingertips left trails of sparks running across my scalp and down my back, my body responsive to hers. I hadn't felt this way from a woman's touch in a long time, if ever.
I quickly sheathed myself, as she pulled her dress all the way up to her waist and glanced around. I knew what she was thinking. Someone could swing by and catch us in the act when we were least expecting it. I could have taken her into the house. It was only a short walk from the car to my bedroom, but I needed her now, and I wasn't going to wait one second longer.
"Fuck me, Lisa," she breathed in my ear.
The fulfilment of a hundred different adolescent fantasies washed through me in that wild moment. I took my cock in my hand and pulled her on top of me.
She shifted slightly so she could lower herself down onto my dick. She planted her hands against my chest for leverage, sliding one beneath my shirt and letting her nails drag briefly across my bare skin.
Then, I thrust into her for the first time.
We both groaned as soon as I was inside her, finally getting what we wanted. I pushed her down until I was buried to the hilt inside her tight pussy.
"God, you're so huge," she whispered, her eyes showing a hint of pain.
For a few seconds, I held her down so she wouldn't move and her body could adjust to my girth and length. Her lips parted and her eyes closed as she got used to the feeling of me inside of her. Why had we waited so long for this, again? Honestly, I was struggling to remember. But now, she was here, on top of me as her face contorted with pure pleasure, and it just all made so much sense.
Then I let her go and she began to move on top of me, riding me slowly at first. In the dim light, I could see the cream from her pussy all along my cock. Every time she slid up, it was like a new experience because of how tight and hot she felt. I remembered the missing ring, and wondered when the last time her ex- fiancé had fucked her like this. Well, his loss was my gain. I couldn't help but grin to myself, possessive all of a sudden, as I leaned back and watched Jennie ride me like a goddamn show pony.
Hell, she was more beautiful than my wildest dreams.
After a minute or two of just watching her in awe, I figured I'd better do my part too. I leaned forward, tugged down the front of her dress, and sucked her nipple into my mouth. She grabbed my head again, rocking her hips back and forth with a little more urgency.
I let my teeth drag across her sensitive skin, drawing a moan from her for my troubles.
Every inch of her tasted so good, so sweet, so addictive, and I began to thrust back up to meet her, burying myself deep in her pussy with every movement. We soon began to build up pace together, and the only sounds were our fevered breaths as we both got closer. I had been craving this since that first time outside the bar, and I was ready to find my release, but I sure as fuck wasn't doing that until I'd felt her come too.
I slipped one arm around her waist, and then dipped the fingers of my other into her mouth. She sucked obediently and I couldn't help my mind from straying to what else she might suck on later that night.
Later Lisa. Later.
I pulled my hand from her mouth, reached around, and pressed my fingers against her asshole. She groaned loudly and began to ride me harder as I slipped the tip of one finger inside of her, teasing her. I tilted my head up to watch her jaw tense and her eyes roll back as her body began to tremble against mine.
"Oh, my God, Lisa…" she gasped as she collapsed forward against me. Her breath came in desperate, ragged gasps as her orgasm hit her.
The sound of my name on her lips as she was climaxing was all I needed to push myself over the edge. I explode inside her clenching pussy. But for the first time in my life—there was no satisfaction.
My body was still needy, still desperate for her as if I hadn't just climaxed at all.
She slowly slipped off of me. As I disposed of the condom, she shot a look in my direction, biting her lip. Her cheeks were still flushed and her eyes were bright, like she hoped that wasn't all for the evening. "What now?" she asked.
I leaned over and catching her face in one hand, I pulled it toward me, capturing her sweet mouth in a fiery kiss. After that orgasm, the kiss should have been sweet, but I didn't feel sweet. I felt like I wanted to open her legs and fuck her all over again. My cock hardened instantly as I moved away and zipped up my pants. I climbed out of the car and went around to her side of the car. I yanked open her door, lifted her out, and then threw her body ‒ while she kept giggling and protesting ‒ over my shoulder.
"If you think I'm done with you, you've got another thing coming," I told her, as I started toward my house. "I'm giving you what you need and you're not leaving here until you're good and sore."
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Jennie
When I woke up the next morning, it was to the soft, shimmery beams of morning light spilling in through partially closed dark brown curtains.
Dark brown?
I was in Lisa's bed.
It took me a moment to remember this, given that most of my memories of the night before felt like a fantasy. Her, going down on me while I lay back on these very sheets, teeth clenched and cresting toward another orgasm. Her, kissing me tenderly as she pushed into me with long, slow, delicious strokes. Me going down on her, teasing that big dick nearly purple with need, until she grabbed me and…
It had been the most amazing night of my life.
What Krystal had heard was no exaggeration. There was not one part of last night that hadn't been mind-blowingly-incredible. Consequently, I had come more times than I could count. In fact, I might even have climaxed more last night than I had in my entire relationship with Mark, and I was more than all right with that. Mark truly seemed like an embarrassing past mistake. A time when I had been so afraid of missing out, that I had been ready to settle for a man who was completely wrong for me.
I turned to see Lisa sleeping next to me. My heart clenched. There was something soft and angelic about a sleeping Lisa. She looked younger and somehow vulnerable as if she'd been abused and taken advantage of or suffered greatly, which of course, was just a trick of the light. Lisa was the least vulnerable person I knew. She was an Alpha, through and through. Nobody abused her!
I reached out to lightly trace my fingers over the curve of her sensuous mouth. Such a hot, insatiable mouth. A smile slipped onto my face as I remembered how much she loved eating my pussy.
Suddenly, her eyes fluttered open and she smiled as she met my gaze.
The smile was real and sweet, and it tugged at my emotions in a way Mark had never done.
She rubbed her hand over her face. "Morning, Princess. Sleep well?"
"Yes," I assured her, snuggling against her happily. "You?"
"Once you let me get some sleep," she mocked, wrapping her arms around me.
"Excuse me, who was the greedy one? You were the one who kept me up all night," I protested with an indignant laugh.
She pressed her face into my hair, inhaling briefly. "You can't blame a hungry woman for eating after you put a very, very juicy steak in front of her."
I wriggled against her. "Are you comparing me to steak?"
"The pinkest, juiciest, most insanely delicious pussy-steak in the world," she murmured, as she slid beneath the covers and swiftly parted my legs.
I went to protest, my pussy was still swollen and a bit sore, but I remembered what she could do with her mouth and tongue so I closed my eyes and groaned as she began to work her way up the inside of my thigh, and toward my pussy.
Okay, I suppose I could live with one more time…
She slid her tongue in and out of my hole, mimicking what her cock did all night long. My hips started to move, begging for more. I wanted to be stretched again. To feel so full and tight. Then she started to eat my pussy, but in such a way, I couldn't come. Until my voice became hoarse with groaning, calling her name and begging her to let me come. The heat inside me mounted and mounted. My hips ground against her mouth.
Then just as I was on the very edge, she pulled back and sat up on her haunches. Her cock was throbbing and leaking, but her face was smug.
"What, why?" I asked almost incoherent with desire and confusion. I mewled at her as my body writhed and twisted. I was a panting, sweating, desperate mess. I needed to come.
Staring at the throbbing wet flesh between my open legs, Lisa smirked. "I want to watch, Princess. I want to watch you pleasure yourself."
Instantly, my hand moved down to my opening, my fingers circling my clit. I didn't even hesitate.
"Goddamn it," she grunted as she fisted her cock and began to masturbate. "Your pussy is dripping, Princess."
I felt a sensation of electrifying power run through me. Being watched by her gave me the confidence I'd never had. She didn't find my thighs thick or my hips too round. She was undeniably sexually aroused by me. Last night she even called me beautiful. I rubbed faster as I watched her stare at my pussy.
"Jesus, baby. Do you know your pussy is pulsing? You want to come real bad, don't you?"
"Yes," I cried. "Let me come."
"Not yet, Princess. I want to watch some more."
I tried to hold back, I really did because I wanted to please her, but I was so desperate to come my body arched off the bed, and I screamed, "I'm.. coming"
My orgasm was so powerful it was almost crippling. The next thing I felt was her cum shooting out and splashing, hard and hot, onto my stomach and thighs. I didn't know why, but I had a certifiably crazy impulse then to smear her cum all over and into my pussy.
I didn't close my legs and she fell between them and began to gently lap at my juices. She lifted her hands and pinched my nipples.
They were already hard and swollen as I groaned. "Please, Lisa. Stop. I won't be able to walk if you carry on."
"Tough."
"My parents will be waiting for me."
She lifted her head. "Shit. Okay. Do you need to call them?"
"Nah, I called my mom's cellphone last night while you went down to the kitchen to warm up our steaks. I left a message that I'd be back sometime this morning."
"Will she be okay with it?"
"I think so."
"I'm pretty sure that I'm not the kind of girl your parents want you hanging out with."
"Honestly, they'll love you if they got a chance to meet you."
"Oh, so now I'm meeting the parents, huh?" she remarked, sitting up and stretching. She climbed out of bed, still naked.
I found myself chewing my lip as I watched her move around the room. She was so…tasty. That was the only way to describe it. I wanted to take a bite out of her. Then I realized what she'd said, and something clicked into place in my mind. "Actually, they're having a thing tonight," I remarked, pulling the covers up to my face and letting my gaze linger on her as she gathered her clothes. "At the country club."
"Oh yeah?" She turned to me, a slightly incredulous look on her face.
"It's a party for Jisoo's wedding," I explained. "I was meant to be going with my ex, but now that I'm single I have a spare plus-one…"
She paused for a moment, staring at me, and then cocked an eyebrow. "And you want me to be that plus-one?"
"If you'll have me," I replied playfully, but inside my heart was racing and I was wondering if I'd just overstepped the mark. Perhaps this had been nothing but sex to her. But could you share everything we had the night before and have it mean nothing at all?
"Yeah, sure." She shrugged. "Don't see why not. It's really not my scene, but I guess I can help a lady out."
I smiled with relief. "Oh, don't go playing at be a gentlewoman now after everything you did to me last night," I teased.
She turned to me and walked back toward the bed. In nothing but a pair of jeans, she looked even hotter than before. "Don't want me to play the gentlewoman?" She growled, as she lifted me clean out of the bed. Before I could protest, over her shoulder I went.
She slapped me hard on my bare rump and I screamed. Upside down, naked, half-laughing and half-protesting I tried kicking my legs, but arms of steel went around my thighs. When we arrived at the bathroom, she ran the shower with one hand. "You're going to crack my skull," I warned as steam quickly filled the small space.
"Not on my watch you won't," she said, setting me down in the waterfall of warm water.
"Oh," I exclaimed as she discarded her jeans and stepped into the large cubicle with me.
She chuckled, and turned me around so that my back was to her. Gently, she proceeded to wash my hair and massage my scalp. It felt so heavenly I moaned. Then she started on my body. She was thorough, very thorough, lingering for a long time on my breasts. Even stopping to suck my nipples. She was even more meticulous about the area between my legs. Not content with using her fingers, she used her tongue. Her tongue was warm and velvety.
I closed my eyes and spread my legs further.
"Turn around," she ordered harshly.
I turned around and I could see her cock, long, thick and rock hard. I curled my arms around her neck, pressed my body into that throbbing shaft, and looked up into her beautiful eyes. God, she was so aroused, her eyes were almost all pupil.
"Damn you, Princess," She cursed huskily. Her eyelashes were full of water.
I smirked. "Fuck you too, Ms. Mechanic."
She buried her face in the hollow of my neck, then sucked on the skin there. I knew she was leaving a mark, but I didn't care. I let her suck away. With the water flowing down my body, it felt wonderful.
My hand snaked down between us and closed around her hard cock. Easily, I slipped out of her wet embrace and got down on my knees. I took her into my mouth slowly, the whole time watching her eyes roll back in her head. I let my tongue caress the satin-soft skin lightly, before sucking the whole shebang into my mouth and throat. All nine inches.
She let out a fierce growl. Then holding my head, she began to fuck my mouth urgently.
Water splashed on my nose making it impossible for me to breathe, but it never even crossed my mind to pull away. I had wanted to see her lose control all night, and she had just done that! Desire for her unfurled deep in my chest.
From nowhere came the thought…This is my woman.
My name tore from her lips as she shot warm spurts of cum into my throat, her body jerking and twitching throughout her climax. She pulled out of me.
I took great gulps of air.
"Princess…Oh, Christ…" she choked out brokenly, as she squeezed her eyes closed, and leaned forward to rest her forehead on the tiles behind me. She curled her hand around my upper-arms and pulled me up.
Our mouths found each other in steam and water. The kiss had a different quality to any we had shared before. This one was urgent, desperate, needy. It meant something. What, I did not know.
Lisa moved her lips along my jaw, dropping tiny kisses. I thought we would get out then. I would get dressed and go home, but she had other ideas. She dropped to her knees and worked on me until I screamed her name.
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