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"We are good parents, we don't deserve this! That Lisa did something to Jennie!" —Mrs. Kim
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..JENNIE..
My phone ringing has me stirring awake. Laying on Lisa's bare chest, my mouth is wide open with drool pooling on her tight pec. Shit. Sitting up I use the sheet to soak it up before she notices. I wish I was a pretty sleeper, but I'm not.
My phone alerts me of a text, reminding me why I'm even up. Blinking the blurriness fogging my view I climb out of bed and throw shit out of my bag until I find my phone at the very bottom.
Ten missed called from my parents, and so many texts.
Where are you?
Is this about boarding school?
You better get home right now!
If you don't call us back in ten minutes, we are calling the cops!
Please text us back, we're worried.
Jennie Kim, this is not funny.
Jennie….
"Parents discover their princess is gone?" Lisa asks with a sleepy voice.
"Yeah, they're freaking out," I mumble, a little nervous that they did call the cops. I can't go back though. I'm doing this. I'm more mature than they are half the time. Everything we ever did was for them, this is about me finally.
Dropping my phone, I crawl back in bed with Lisa. One eye open, she grabs jeans off the floor and looks at her phone.
She scoffs. "Not one message or missed call from my dad." She shakes her head and tosses her phone on the floor. "But Bobby wrote me twice, and tried calling."
I lick my lips, snuggling up next to her. "What did he say?"
Lisa exhales, looking at her phone.
Hey man, call me.
You can't let some bitch come between us.
Fuck you then.
I look down, I feel terrible coming between a friendship. I don't want to be that girl.
"Fuck him, he's a prick and thinks he can do whatever he wants to anyone because he plays ball." Lisa shakes her head.
"I'm sorry your dad hasn't called. Maybe he doesn't know you're not coming back. Like, he thinks you're out with your buddies or something?" I try to buffer the situation. Truth is, her dad is a dick and probably doesn't care.
"Yeah, maybe." Lisa's tone dry as she stares straight up at the ceiling. Running my hand down her torso, she sucks in a tight breath and glances down at me.
"I know what will take your mind off things." I raise my brows as my fingers come into contact with a long, thick shaft. Her eyes light up, and then I have an idea pop in my head. A crazy, sexy, artistic idea.
"Be right back." I jump off the bed and unzip my bag, grabbing some tubes of paint. Excitedly, I hop back on the bed and straddle her lap, the tip of her dick hitting me in the back.
"Whoa, what are you doing." Hair waves in my face as my eyes meet hers.
"You'll see." I smile.
Unscrewing the white paint, I squeeze some onto her chest. Her eyes widen, but she doesn't stop me. Using two of my fingers, I slide the silky pigment back and forth making her chest a white canvas.
She rests her head on her arms and watches me intently. Unscrewing tube after tube, I get lost in what I'm creating and bite my lip in concentration. Occasionally looking up at my inspiration.
My hips rock back and forth, my warm pussy grinding on her apex as I color. My breathing picks up as my clit swells from the friction. I'm covered in paint, she's covered in paint and it's the sexiest thing I've seen.
Dabbing some black color up toward the top of her chest, it causes my nipples to sweep across her chest, they bud and ache for her to touch them.
"I've never been as much of a fan of art as I am today," she groans, thrusting her hips upward. She fists my tit, her jaw tightening as my body moves with hers. Her dick slides in and out of my ass cheeks and my clit rubs on her pelvic bone perfectly.
I moan and sweep my fingers across her chest. My body winds up with artistic desire and combusts with passion for Lisa.
"What are you coloring?" she breathes heavily, her hard grasp on my left tit near bruising. I ignore her, running my fingers back and forth across her warm skin.
Her nails dig into my hips keeping me in place and I still, my eyes in a blurred daze, and I'm out of breath.
"If we keep going, I'm going to blow my load all over your ass, and I want that pussy." She groans. Reaching around me, she rubs her cock. Trying to calm it down. Nodding, out of breath, I exhale a calming breath and look over my work displayed on her chest. A white background outlines her pecs and abs, as an oval of her eye, and thick black lashes darken the center. The colors of her irises are so blue it makes the oceans in the world look dull in comparison.
Leaning up on her elbows she looks down at her chest, our dry humping keeping her occupied she didn't even notice what I was coloring.
"An eye?" she asks with confusion. It was something our art teacher Suzy was teaching us in school before I left.
"In some cultures, they wear a third eye which provides perception beyond ordinary sight. When I see you, I see more than just a broken football player. You take me to a realm of ecstasy and freedom. With you, I feel… like I'm out of my body looking down at us, rooting us along our journey." She stiffens underneath me, causing my sticky fingers to freeze on her chest. Furrowing my brows, I ask myself why I drew that of all things? My eyes flick to Lisa's, maybe Lisa has more of a pull on me than I thought she did. Her eyes are my kryptonite.
Sitting up, she wraps her arms around me, the paint on her chest smearing across my tits.
"God, your mind is beautiful," she whispers.
Holding my hand up so I don't get any more paint on us, I kiss her, and she kisses me back harder. Breathing through my nose, she turns us, throwing my back onto the bed and her torso between my legs. Bending to the side of the bed, she pulls her jeans up off the bed and tugs a condom free. I wiggle underneath her in anticipation. Hovering back over me, she fists her cock, the tip bouncing and pulsing. Leaning over me, one hand above my shoulder into the mattress she presses the tip of herself inside my wetness. My body bucks, and my back arches. She fills me, and I let out a deep sigh as we become one. She begins to thrust, our bodies sliding against each other, the paint on our skin mixing and swirling into a canvas of passion.
My toes curl, and I flick my tongue against her salty neck. My mouth filling with the taste of musk and sex.
Pressure builds through my clit and spreads deep inside of me. Here it comes, the part that makes me feel like I'm falling and running at the same time. Out of breath, but inhaling too much. Running my nails up her strong back, she swirls her hips hitting everything just right, the sheets slip off the bed as she digs her feet into the mattress for friction. Her cock goes so deep I can't help but arch my chest into her when I combust into a million pieces. Seconds later, she lifts her chin back and groans into the air.
Pushing my face into her chest, paint swipes across my forehead, I explode with ecstasy.
We still, hot and panting. Our eyes locked on one another. She rolls over, and we stare up at the ceiling trying to catch our breath.
That was amazing and beautiful. It was so sensual. Sitting up I'm covered in paint, the sheets are smeared in a charcoal color, and Lisa's chest looks like a piece of abstract art.
"You can paint me anytime," she laughs.
I slap her, hitting her hurt arm where her dad cut her, she winces, and I sit up in panic.
"Shit, sorry!" There's a little paint around the sides, but it looks to be healing up better than I expected with super glue.
"Sore, but better," She rasps. Sitting up on the bed, I look over my body now covered in paint. I've never done anything like that before. But fuck it was beautiful and sexy. It was like something you'd see in a movie.
Kuma barks from the floor catching my attention. He probably needs to potty. Guess I'll clean up and take care of that.
"I'm going to take him out," I inform, rolling out of bed reluctantly.
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