JENNIE
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I'm a loser. No, really I am. And it's not just because I slept with my sister's fiancé. I mean that wasn't my fault. I didn't even know that she was dating anyone. It's not my fault that my Miracle Tongue is going to be her wife.
Oh my God, it will never feel right saying that. Saying the words my 'sister's wife' knowing that she's my one night stand, is awful. Slightly titillating, but still awful. I know, I know, I'm awful. How can I think that's even vaguely exciting? How can a part of me still feel so alive knowing that the woman in the living room was my lover; albeit for one night, but still we had sex a lot in that night. And when I say a lot, I mean a lot. Though, I suppose it's not a good idea for me to brag about that right now. Or the fact that when I rode her like a Texan Cowgirl, she held my hips and told me to "ride this cock all night".
That's not even the worst part. When I got to my bedroom after hurrying out of the living room, I ran to the mirror to check my makeup. Yes, I wanted to make sure that I'd looked good when I'd seen Lalisa again. And oh my God, what sort of name is Lalisa? Is she a Greek God wanna-be? Or maybe a Roman God wanna-be? Or maybe she thinks she's a super hero. Or her parents thought she was going to be a super hero. I mean, I wouldn't mind playing superheroes with her. I'd quite like to see her in a mask and cape, like some sexy Catwoman.
But yeah that's an inappropriate thought as well. Nearly as inappropriate as the way I'd checked my makeup and then checked my overnight bag to see if I'd brought anything even remotely sexy to wear. And when I say sexy, I mean subtly sexy. Not obvious. Just like a quick peek-a boo sort of thing. I told you I'm a loser. Instead of praying for some sort of redemption for hooking up with my sister's fiancé (I can barely even say the word without throwing up), I was looking to see if I had any cute clothes. What's worse is that I felt disappointed when I realized I didn't have anything remotely cute or sexy. All I had was some jeans, not skinny either, and some baggy, loose fitting tops. Nothing that was going to wow anyone. Which should have been good right? I mean, what sort of self-respecting woman wants to impress her sisters fiancé with a tight top exposing her ample cleavage? None I tell you. No good sister would be hoping to look hot in front of her sister's fiancé.
I can barely believe it by the way. How is Miracle Tongue engaged to my sister? How do they even know each other? And what sort of cheating dog was Lisa if she'd cheated on my sister with me? This was such a mess. How was I going to go to their wedding, knowing that I'd had sex with my sister's wife-to-be at the last wedding we'd both attended? And would Lisa be expecting a repeat, like some sort of sick reunion sex. Was wedding sex going to be our thing? I groaned at the stupidity of my thoughts. We had no 'thing'. We had a one-night stand that was now made more complicated by the fact that she was a dirty scoundrel.
I needed to speak to Lalisa and Jisoo separately so that I could find out exactly what their story was. Maybe everything wasn't as bad as it seemed. Maybe they weren't really engaged. Maybe Jisoo had hired her as an April Fools joke. Yeah, it wasn't April, but Jisoo was kooky about jokes. She was always pulling bad practical jokes and her timing was atrocious. This had to be a joke. A really, really bad joke. I would tell her off for it, but then it would all be okay. We'd all be able to laugh about it. And she wouldn't be upset to know that I'd spent the last weekend in a hotel room with Lalisa. I tried to ignore the fact that it was a pretty impossible joke for her to pull, seeing as she didn't know I'd slept with Lalisa. I rubbed my forehead and fell down to my bed. I was pretty confident this wasn't a joke. I was pretty confident that I was in the middle of a really bad situation and I had no idea how to get out of it. I didn't know what to tell Jisoo or if I should even tell her anything. I mean what she didn't know wouldn't hurt her, right?
She didn't have to know that I'd ridden her fiancé like I was galloping on a stallion across a field at sunset. She didn't have to know that I'd slapped Lisa's ass over and over again, until you could see red handprints imprinted on her flesh. She didn't have to know that Lisa'd called me her sexy cowgirl and that I'd spoken in a Southern accent while telling her to fuck me harder. My face was going red just thinking about that night. I walked to the bathroom quickly so I could wash my face with cold water. I didn't want to think about the things she'd done to me. Or what I'd done to her with the ice cubes that had been delivered to the room with the bottles of water we'd ordered at 3am. I stared in the mirror at my reflection and I could see the embarrassment in my eyes as I thought about the fact that I had sucked on my sister's fiancés balls and liked it. There was no way I was going to tell her about that.
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I wasn't surprised to hear the knocking on my door. There could be any number of people on the other side and I didn't want to talk to any of them. I just wanted to call Rosé and tell her what had happened. She'd know what I should do. She'd be able to give me advice and tell me everything was going to be okay. Though, I knew everything wasn't going to be okay and I knew what I had to do. There was really only one solution. And that was to do nothing. I should pretend that I'd never met her. That was what I should do.
Bang Bang.
The person banged on the door louder this time and my stomach curdled in fear and anxiety. You sucked on her balls, Jen. How are you going to tell Jisoo that?
"Who is it?" My stomach rumbled as I waited for an answer.
"Miracle Tongue." She said lightly and deliciously. I could picture the look of amusement in her green eyes, even though I couldn't see them. "Can I come in?" She said, this time speaking slightly louder.
Shit! I groaned inwardly, though I have to admit a thrill of excitement curled my toes up. It was her on the other side of the door wanting to come in. And she was Lalisa. Shit, Miracle Tongue had a name. A sexy, delicious sounding name and I was drowning in fear and anticipation of speaking to her again.
"Jen?" She said and knocked again.
"Yes?" I squeaked out, not moving, my hands pressed against the door.
"Can I come in?"
"Why?" I swallowed hard. I wasn't sure I trusted either of us in my bedroom alone. Not after our last time in a private room. Shit, we didn't even need a private room to get down and dirty. I was willing to be her sexy cowgirl anywhere.
"Can we have this conversation in your room and not through the door?" She laughed. "Unless you'd prefer me to say what I have to say about what happened at the wedding through the—"
"Come in." I hurried to open the door and pulled her arm into the room. "What do you think you're doing?" I glared at her.
"Getting you to open the door to your room." She grinned at me, her eyes looking as merry as I'd imagined them to be.
"Why would you want to come into my room?" I glared at her again as I closed the door behind her quickly. "This is very inappropriate." My face was bright red as I stared at her with my hands on my hips. Why did she have to be so handsome? Why did she make butterflies flutter in my stomach? Her green eyes were dark and vivid and reminded me of a forest at twilight, full of secrets and scary delights. I knew I shouldn't venture in to explore the hidden depths beckoning to me, but I just couldn't stop myself from continuing to explore.
"I thought we should talk." She ran her hands through her perfectly silky hair and my eyes followed her fingertips as they glided back and forth. The movement reminded me of other places they had rubbed gently and a tantalizing heat spread through my stomach and downwards.
"You think?" I stared at her with wide angry eyes. I wanted to let her see that I was not okay with what she'd done.
"I know this is somewhat awkward." She smiled. Obnoxious jerk! How could she be smiling right now?
"You think?" I said again.
"But I think we can work through this."
"You think?" I said sarcastically and I watched as a huge smile spread across her face, making her even more handsome than before.
"Yes, I do think." She said and then paused. "Do you know any other phrases, Jen?"
"Like what?" I said sarcastically. "I know another phrase. One you might not want to hear. One that goes a bit like I slept with my sister's dirty dog fiancé and I don't know what she's doing in my room?"
"I know that you most probably have questions."
"Yeah, just a few." My voice rose and I shook my head at her as I poked her in the chest. Wrong move! Why did I touch her? My finger tingled from the connection with her taut muscle. "The first question being, how could you sleep with me when you're engaged?" My voice was accusing as I glared at her sexy face.
"It's not exactly what you think."
"Oh?"
"We only got engaged this week."
"This week?" I frowned. "What?"
"Last weekend I did something I regret." Her eyes bore into mine. "And something happened that made me realize that it was time for me to grow up."
"Last weekend you did something you regret?" I repeated, my face flushing. "Do you mean me?" I glared at her, as my stomach sunk. She regretted sleeping with me? I felt gutted at her words.
"I did do you last weekend, yes." She grinned. "But that's not what I'm talking about." She leaned forward and licked her lips. "That day is nothing I will ever regret."
"You're a pig." I shook my head, mesmerized by the movement of her tongue, so pink and pointy. I shivered just remembering it between my legs. I groaned inwardly as I recalled the feeling of it slipping inside of me. I know, I'm horrible. I should have been shouting at her or slapping her, but instead I was remembering every vivid detail of how rough and gentle her tongue had been. I was growing wet just remembering how much pleasure her seemingly innocent tongue had given me. I hoped that the moisture would cool me down in hell, because those fiery flames were exactly where I was headed.
"I don't oink." She teased me and for a second I thought she was about to kiss me.
"You sure about that?" I licked my dry lips and took a step back.
"Nervous Jen?" She raised an eyebrow at me and took another step towards me.
"Stop saying my name like that."
"Like what, Jen?"
"Like you're some sort of Spanish conquistador and I'm the conquest you're after."
"But I've already had you." She grinned. "The conquest is over. Done. Complete." She stepped back and looked around the room. "Nice." She nodded to the poster of the Backstreet Boys above my bed.
"Everyone I know has a poster of the Backstreet Boys." I muttered.
"Really?" She looked at me in surprise. "Everyone you know still has a poster of boy bands on their wall?" She wiggled her eyebrow and I made a face at her.
"Of course not now. This is my childhood room. This is where I slept as a teenager. I don't live here anymore. I have my own apartment and I don't have posters of the Backstreet boys up there." I said defensively.
"I think you're protesting a bit too much." She laughed. "Are you sure about that?"
"Of course I'm sure about that. I'm very sure I know what's hanging in my bedroom." I turned away from her, hoping she couldn't see the red in my face. I did have some photos of Matthew McConaughey in a scrapbook in my bedroom that I'd cut out from celebrity magazines. And those weren't from my teenage years. They were from the future husband scrapbooks Rosé and I had made in college. Matthew McConaughey was my dream man. He was perfect: rough, handsome, had a sexy country drawl and he loved his mama. If he weren't married, I'd be on a plane to Texas or California doing whatever I could to meet him.
"Jen?" Lisa's voice was hesitant. "Are you okay?"
"Yes, why?" I turned to look at her and her eyes were curious as she stared at me.
"You seemed to drift away just now and I was wondering what had occupied your thoughts so deeply? Surely not having day dreams about Justin Timberlake?"
"Justin Timberlake was in N'Sync, not the Backstreet Boys." I rolled my eyes at her and she laughed.
"Ask me if I care."
"I didn't say you cared. I was just correcting you because what you said was wrong. Ugh." I shook my head in frustration. "What do you want, Lalisa? You're annoying me."
"You. Again. In your bed. Under your Backstreet Boys poster crying out my name and singing 'Quit Playing Games with My Heart'."
"Oh." My jaw dropped at her presumptuousness and at the fact that she knew the name of a boy band song.
"Cat got your tongue?"
"You have five seconds to tell me what you really want, then I suggest you leave my room. I'm this close to telling my sister about you, you dirty pig."
"Telling your sister what about me?" She laughed. "That you met me at a wedding last weekend and then proceeded to have sex with me at the church?"
"We didn't have sex at the church." I protested. "We, we..." I sputtered out at her, not sure what to say. "You're a pig."
"You said that before." She grinned. "And I stand corrected, we didn't have sex at the church. Well, not technically. Not if you mean my cock in your—"
"Lisa." I cut her off, my face officially the color of fire truck engine red. I could be in one of those picture books that they made for toddlers to learn the colors. When everyone thought of bright red, they would think of the color on my face during this conversation with Lisa, miracle tongue worker and jerk.
"Yes?" She laughed. "I was just agreeing with you. Technically, my tongue inside of you doesn't qualify as fornification. Though what we did in the church is a type of sex right? If we're being absolutely correct, I believe that oral sex is still sex, but I don't know how technical we're being." Her eyes mocked me as she continued. "So yes, you're correct we didn't have sex at the church. Not the full, we could be in a porn movie type of sex. However, we did have my mouth between your legs making you come quasi-sex and then we did have full on porno movie sex later that night, in my hotel room." She paused. "Does that make you feel better?"
"No, that does not make me feel better." I grabbed her arms and pulled her away from the door and closer to the bed. "And keep your voice down. What if someone hears you?"
"Would that be a problem?" She cocked her head.
"What do you think?"
"We're not back on that again, are we?" She grabbed my hands and pulled them up to her face. "Your nails need cutting." She studied them for a few seconds and I pulled my hands away from her.
"What?" I frowned, distracted by her comment. "What are you talking about?"
"I was just saying you need a manicure." She shrugged. "Your fingernails are longer and the nail polish is chipping off."
"Are you fucking joking with me right now?" My jaw dropped. "You're the most insufferable—"
"Pig, I know." She finished my sentence for me.
"No, I was going to say asshole." My eyes narrowed as I stared at the nonchalant smile on her face. "You're an asshole."
"That gives me an idea." She grinned and she grabbed my waist and pulled me towards her.
"Excuse me, what do you think you're doing?"
"Getting reacquainted with you." She laughed as she looked down into my face; her lips dangerously close to mine as her fingers slipped to my ass.
"Hey." I jumped back. "What do you think you're doing?"
"Well, I was touching your ass because you gave me an idea." Her voice suddenly became seductively low.
"What idea?" I swallowed hard and then my jaw dropped. "Do you think I'm going to have anal sex with you? The day I find out you're engaged to my sister? Are you out of your mind? Did you really think I was going to let you—"
"Jen." She cut me off, her lips trembling.
"What?"
"I just wanted to feel your ass to see if it was as juicy and pert as I remembered." She winked at me. "I wasn't asking to take your anal cherry."
"You...wait, what?" I sputtered out, my heart racing. How had the conversation gone to sex again? Why oh why was she teasing me and making me feel so hot and bothered. She was the worst kind of woman possible and yet, I was incredibly turned on.
"Anyway, let's not get sidetracked." She shook her head at me. "I'm sorry, but I didn't come to your room for sex."
"Say what?" I looked at her in confusion. "I never said—"
"I came because I wanted to explain to you that this is a delicate situation. I wasn't engaged when we made love. And I wasn't planning on becoming engaged either. However your sister and I have decided to get married." She studied my face for a few seconds. "I didn't expect to see you again." She shook her head and her face softened as she looked at my face. "You've made this all very difficult."
"What have I made difficult?"
"This arrangement between your sister and I..." She paused. "It's delicate. It's not a love match."
"Then what is it?"
Bang Bang.
"Jen?" Jisoo's voice was soft. "Can I come in?"
"Just a second." I said, hoping my voice didn't show how panicked I felt. "Get under the bed." I pushed Lisa down. "Now."
"Okay." She frowned as she got down on her knees and slithered under the bed.
"Jen?" Jisoo's voice was louder. "Can I come in?"
"Just a second." I shouted and watched as Lisa's legs and feet were hidden. I walked to the door and opened it, with a big smile. "Hey, what's up?"
"Can I come in?" Jisoo seemed hesitant and I stared at her in surprise. My sister was never hesitant. She was beautiful, confident and always got what she wanted. Like my Miracle Tongue.
"Uh, what do you want?" Oh God, I couldn't look her in the face. I needed to make eye contact with her, but I couldn't. I was too ashamed of myself. What oh what was I going to do?
"Can I come in? I don't want anyone to hear." She pushed into the room and closed the door behind her. "What do you think of Lisa?"
"Huh?" My face was hot. "Why do you ask?"
"I just wanted your opinion." She sighed. "I know you can read people well."
"I, uh, I guess." I stared at her in shock. Since when did she think I could read people well? Since when did Jisoo ever want my opinion?
"I haven't known Lisa long."
"Oh?" I bit my lower lip, wanting to ask her more, but I didn't because I didn't want Lisa to think I cared to know about their relationship.
"I know, it's rash, but when she proposed I couldn't say no." She said breathlessly.
"How long have you known her?" I asked softly.
"I...that doesn't matter." She sighed. "The point is we're getting married."
"I mean if you love her." I shrugged. "Follow your heart."
"I'm pregnant, Jen." She burst out and the color drained from my face. "We're getting married because I'm pregnant."
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