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"Lisa skipped practice again. It's just not like her! If I had to guess, it's that Jennie girl!" —Coach
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..JENNIE..
Lisa's fingers delicately trace the bare skin on my back where the dress dips a little lower. Glancing over my shoulder, I see sex dancing in her eyes and the bob in her throat as she swallows. Coming closer, she kisses my shoulder, first a peck and then sensually her whole mouth takes in pieces of my body. Licking it and sucking it. It feels so good, I lean my head back and close my eyes, letting her mouth seduce me in ways I never knew it could. Her hand slowly trails over the wet kisses, pushing the shoulder of my dress down my arm, exposing my maroon bralette. Rubbing her fingertips on the nape of my neck she switches sides, kissing the other shoulder before pushing the dress down, the material pooling at my feet.
Feeling exposed in her room, I bring my arms up to my chest, a cool breeze whisking across my bare ass as I stand before her. For some reason, I'm scared for her to look at my body. Ashamed. Probably because of that bitch Rosé.
"Fuck, you're sexy, Jennie." She groans, her hands digging into my ass cheeks, lifting them up before quickly dropping them causing them to bounce.
I scoff, not feeling sexy.
"Hey." She fists my chin making me look at her. "You are fine as hell. Shit, I was more angry that people got to see what is mine more than anything this morning."
I laugh, trying to rein in my big smile. She makes me feel precious. As if she found a rare flower and is cupping her hands around the petals to protect it from harsh elements.
"So you're saying I'm yours, huh?" I half laugh at her possessiveness. She glares up at me, not a hint of playfulness to be found.
"Turn for me." Her tone husky. I look down at her, not sure if she's joking. "Do it." Her tone sharp.
Pulling each foot out of my dress around my feet, I turn for her displaying my half-naked body. She bends at the knee, my pussy right in her face. She palms my ankle and ever so slowly caresses my calf then my knees before she tickles the skin up my thigh. My breathing becomes labored the closer she gets to my wetness, my toes curling into her carpet, and my stomach trembling with each breath.
"Spread your legs." Her hand presses against the inside of my thigh, and I widen my stance. Without another word, she plunges two fingers into me and I gasp from the satisfaction of final connection. She pumps her hand back and forth and then dives forward taking my clit into her mouth.
"Oh my God!" I moan, my hands flying to her blond locks. Her warm hot mouth sucks me into oblivion as her fingers fuck me. I can barely stand, talk, or do much else than gasp and moan while she plays me like a fucking fiddle.
Tingles race through my limbs like a racehorse, and all I can seem to do is inhale over and over again. My lungs burn for air, but I'm aching from tensing them as I fall over the cliff to orgasm in her hand and mouth.
Suddenly, I lose everything. The warmth, the pleasure, the urge to climax as a cold void swoops in and fills my lungs with cold air.
Glancing down, out of breath, Lisa looks up at me with a glistening mouth.
Standing, she presses on my chest, pushing me onto her bed. Climbing over me, her knees on each side of me, she uses both hands to pull her shirt and sports bra over her head.
Oh my God. I run my nails down her abs, hard. She hisses and then leans down to kiss me. She groans into my mouth, the taste of myself wrapping around my tongue.
Lacing my legs around her, I rock my hips, rubbing my clit on the bulge of her jeans. She returns the favor, rotating her torso just right causing a burst of pressure to build in my clit once again.
Biting my bottom lip, she leans up to unzip her pants, and I tangle my hands in my hair, lost with what to do with myself. It's so good. Too good.
The bed rocks as she stands, jerking her jeans and briefs off her body. Leaning up on my elbows, I watch as she digs her wallet out of one of her pockets. That's when I notice NINE written across her shoulders on her back. I've never noticed the tattoo before.
"You have a tattoo," I murmur more to myself than anything. Her eyes fall to my ankle.
"So do you." I raise my foot, red thread wrapped around my ankle into a bow claiming my skin. I remember when I got it done by a friend and my parents found out a week later. I was grounded for a month and they were trying everything to have it removed.
"Why that?" she questions, pulling a condom from her wallet.
"My grandmother told me we all have an invisible string wrapped around our ankle, the other end tied to our soulmate's ankle. The story was the last one she told me before she died." Sadness takes hold of my chest thinking about it. "I had an ugly scar before, so I tried to cover it up with the tattoo," I murmur.
Lifting her chin, she looks my ankle over. "It's cute."
I laugh. "It's not cute, it's… I don't know. Beautiful, or sexy!"
Shaking her head, she licks her lips, hair in her eyes. Bringing her hand up, she presents me with the condom between two of her fingers. "Wanna do the honor?" Her tone gravelly, and so low I feel it in my gut.
I swallow hard as I've never done this before. Ripping it open with my teeth, I fist her bare cock. It feels like expensive silk. Every pump of my hand causing the foreskin to roll to the head pushing a bead of cum out of the slit. Eyes hooked on hers, I lean over and flick the drop with the tip of my tongue. It's salty and warm, and the way she jerks from the intimate touch makes my pussy throb.
"Enough of these games, I want that pussy." She shoves me back and rolls the condom on her cock so fast she's already in between my legs, and pressing my thighs apart.
The tip presses into my opening and it stings. I tense, and she stills noticing my discomfort. She pushes the tip in a little farther, stretching me, and I close my eyes and breathe through it.
Filling me to the base of her cock she begins to thrust harder. Jerking the cups down on my bra she palms my tits, my nipples budding beneath her palm.
She pushes herself all the way in before slowly withdrawing herself to the tip, then pushing all the way back in. The overwhelming sensation of coming is already back and ready to explode.
"Goddamn, you feel incredible," she grunts, driving her hard cock back and forth into my wetness. She's so deep, and grinding me into such amazingness I just want to lay in bed with her all day and fuck. She's hard but soft, my fingers can't stop touching her. I want to remember the feel of her body against mine forever.
"Just like that," Lisa growls, digging into the soft tissue of my breasts.
I gasp, pull my hair, and rock my hips in perfect rhythm to hers. Her chest flush with mine I nip at her neck and pull at her hair. Her breath hot and sticky on my neck I hear her moan and begin to tense as her climax nears.
"Lisa!" I warn, ready to come.
She wraps her arms around me tightly, my arms and her hand in a mess of tangled limbs, she flips us and now I'm on top. Her dick fills me further, and my nails dig into her chest. I'm not sure if it hurts or feels good. All I know is I can't stop. I don't want to stop.
"Fuck me harder," she breathes heavily. Using my knees, I pump myself up and down harder and faster. My head falling back, I cry out with my release.
My entire body spasms and my eyes clench shut as the most amazing feeling ever takes my breath away.
Lisa's back arches as she jerks and fills the condom with hot cum. Smiling, I look down at her, my hair falling in my eyes.
"You like how I fuck you?" A sultry smile crosses my face, one I wouldn't recognize if I looked in the mirror. Her response is a clenched jaw and fierce eyes as she fills me so deep I know walking tomorrow is going to be a chore.
My hair a fucking mess and in my face, Lisa tucks a stray hair behind my ear. Her chest and neck are scratched, and my body is flushed red like I have a rash from the exertion.
Climbing off her, my legs begin to tremble on their own accord, and I'm stiff. Falling next to her, my hand on her chest she brings her arms behind her head.
"Fuck that…" She's out of breath, but I know what she's thinking.
"I know," I huff. Her dick throbs back and forth matching her heartbeat, the condom skin-tight and still sticking to her length.
"Nobody fucks me like you do," she continues. My brows furrow, that was not what I was expecting her to say, and jealousy rears its ugly head. I'm angry and satisfied all at the same time.
She chuckles, fisting my chin to make me look at her. I narrow my eyes at her, conveying just how pissed I am at that comment.
"Put that jealousy away, I just made the whole damn school know you're mine."
"Mmhmm." I raise a brow at her. The idea that she might be playing with my head and telling me exactly what I want to hear while she fucks other girls behind my back has me seeing red. "If you're fucking me, then it's only me. Because if I find out you're screwing someone else too, I'll cut your dick off." I grab her junk hard, and she winces like a little girl before a wolfish smile tugs at her swollen lips.
Pulling me close, she kisses me hard. The smell of me still on her breath. "It's you and me, Jennie," she murmurs against my lips, and the jealousy slowly dissolves. "I wouldn't do you like that. No matter what kind of girl people say I am."
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We lay like that for a while, just catching our breath and feeling one another's naked bodies. My eyes wander around her room, getting a feel for who Lisa Manoban really is. I frown noticing there's no football posters or anything for that matter other than a Harley above her bed and a melting skull poster. I assume she likes the color black too, with the black curtains and sheets.
If I didn't know any better, I'd say Lisa didn't want to be the town's golden girl.
"You don't have anything on your walls," I murmur, feeling sleepy and satisfied.
Lisa pulls me closer and I can't help but smile with bliss. "My father is like a fucking bull in a china shop when he's drinking. I took everything down after I was almost killed by a Mortal Kombat logo."
I laugh. Lisa was a Mortal Kombat fan.
"What?" she chuckles.
"You play Mortal Kombat?"
"Fuck right I do." She doesn't hide that she's nearly an adult and still loves video games. It's cute to see this boyish side of her.
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The bed dips and Lisa stirs, grabbing me by the hip, she pulls me closer.
"Where were you?" she asks half asleep.
"Bathroom," I mutter, climbing in next to her.
"Don't go anywhere," She mumbles. Her warm body next to mine, I can't help my eyes becoming heavy.
Images of me running in on a hot blacktop sear into my head. I'm out of breath and sweating. Out of breath and scared. It's dark out, and there are lights behind me. A truck chasing me.
I keep running, but the truck keeps getting closer. The heat from the engine presses into my legs, and men laughing begins to echo in my head. I fall, and the tires press into my limbs, sirens and laughing swirl in my head and I shoot up in the bed.
It was a dream.
I find Lisa up and playing a video game at the end of her bed.
I flip over on my stomach, pressing my tits back into their cups of my bralette.
"What are you playing?" My voice cracks with sleep.
She looks over her shoulder, noting I'm awake and her eyes light up.
"GTA. I didn't want to wake you up, but I didn't want to leave and you freak out when you woke up either," she explains as her fingers pound into the controller.
I watch her character brutally beat the shit out of some guy and then her character steals the man's nice looking car. Cops begin to chase her as she runs into light poles and other cars in an attempt to outrun them.
"Wow, you suck," I laugh.
"You think you can do better?" She tosses me the controller and my eyes widen.
"But I've never–"
"It's easy." She climbs behind me and points to the buttons on the controller.
"This one is to drive, this one brings your gun out, and this is to steer."
Her behind me, I lean in her lap now, I do as she instructed and I'm on the run from the cops. I turn left, and then right, and run over a group of people. Their bodies smack into the car and the controller vibrates. I squeal like a little girl and it makes Lisa laugh. I've never played a video game before. Noticing a parking garage in the game, I dart in there and hide in the corner. The cops go flying by, not even aware I'm in there.
"Wow, you're pretty good, actually," Lisa compliments me from behind. I smile, proud. "I'm going to go get us some food. Be right back." Leaning forward, she climbs off the bed and I flop over on my stomach to really get comfortable while I cause mayhem upon the streets.
Kicking my feet up behind me, I continue to play the violent video game, not able to wipe the smile off my face. If this is what rewards me every time I'm bullied, I hope Rosé does this shit every day.
Lisa coming back in with a plate full of pizza rolls and a Coke, I'm being ambushed by some online players and cannot escape them.
"Here!" Lisa asks for the controller, trying to get me out of there quickly. I hand it over and reach for a pizza roll. Looking at the floor where her Xbox lays and games I notice there are no other games, not even sports games. That's odd for a football player the town thinks is their golden girl.
"How come you don't have any football games?" I ask with a mouth full.
"I love football, but not like my dad wants me to love football," she explains, fingers pounding into the controller. "I lost my love for the game when my mother died." Her grim tone makes me chew my food slower. I didn't know her mother died.
"Why not tell him you don't want to play?" I ask.
She scoffs. "That conversation didn't end well at all when I was like sixteen, I don't see it getting any better."
I really hate her dad. I want to beat him with a whiskey bottle for the way he treats Lisa. She's so caring and good-hearted, it's not fair the cards she's been dealt.
"So, what would you rather be doing?" I try and change the dark conversation.
"I don't know. Coach maybe. I Haven't really had the chance to explore anything else," She tells me, eyes on the TV. Grabbing the Coke, I open it and take a sip to wash the pizza sauce down.
"I know what that's like. My parents don't want me to be an artist, they hate it."
She turns, stopping her game to focus on me. "Your parents are fucking idiots. You have mad skills, Jennie, don't let them ruin you."
Our eyes stay hooked on one another, it's as if we get each other, but nobody else does. Like we're stuck on an island and nobody will help us off. We have to swim through the sharks and sharp coral, putting ourselves in danger to get anyone to look our direction.
She begins to get shot at and I jerk with excitement grabbing the controller.
"Oh my God, you're going to die!"
She chuckles, and falls back behind me, resting on my bare back watching me shoot, terribly I might add, at the other players.
"Finish him!" Lisa rasps into the back of my neck. Lifting my knees to my stomach, I laugh so hard while Lisa tickles me into a frenzy. Not able to breathe, she kisses me, stopping my fit of giggles. I want more, I breathe her in with every kiss she delivers.
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The rest of the day we eat pizza, play video games, and stay naked. We laugh, we kiss, and I literally never want it to end.
I saw a side to Lisa today that nobody else even knows about, a side that is all mine.
A door in the house slams. Panicking, I sit up and Lisa's body tenses.
Reaching for my dress, I begin to put it on, my heart beating a mile minute.
"Who's that?" I whisper. Shit, what time is it? How long have we been laying in here?
Lisa looks at me with dead eyes as she jerks her clothes on.
"My dad is home!"
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