JENNIE

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It takes me a few moments to realize where I am. There's a cushiony duvet wrapped around me and under that, a warm, heavy arm around my side.

Lisa's arm.

Oh my god.

I wasn't even drunk last night but it's all coming back to me now in flashes.

Hot, filthy flashes.

Jesus O' Malley.

I feel like I've been hit by a big giant sex bus.

The things she did.

The things we did.

Her tongue.

Her cock.

Getting caught by the librarian.

Speeding away from the school, laughing, nervous, the stars above us, feeling so fucking crazy.

Coming back here, having her fuck me mercilessly again until I thought I was a prism, shattering with colors.

Then of course Fluffy.

I try not to think about that.

I turn my head to look at Lisa, her face smashed into the pillow next to me, deep asleep. Like most people she looks different when she's sleeping. Younger. Vulnerable. Sweet. Though I know Lisa is anything but sweet. Sexy, funny, crude, yes. Sweet? You must be mistaken.

Still, I like seeing her like this and being this close I can observe all the details without those eyes of hers watching my every move. She's got two small moles on the left side of her cheek, near the dimples, a smattering of faint freckles across her nose that I don't think were there last month. They must come out with the sun. I lean in closer. There's a faint scar above her upper lip that I bet she got in a fight or from some embarrassing childhood accident.

"Get a good look?" she mumbles.

I gasp in surprise and jerk my head back. She opens her eye and looks at me.

"Were you just pretending to be asleep?" I cry softly, my heart thudding in my throat.

Half of her grin is buried by the pillow. "I wanted to see if you'd pull the cliché staring at your sex partner maneuver."

"Sex partner?"

She closes her eyes and tries to shrug. "It's early."

"Well now that you're awake, I have to go pee," I tell her, prying her heavy arm off of me. I crawl over her ungracefully and scamper to the bathroom, aware that I'm buck naked as I go and I can hear the bed squeaking lightly as she is so obviously turning around to watch me go. Thankfully I remember which door is the bathroom and I don't disturb Satan's hamster.

Once inside I breathe a sigh of relief, taking in the cool of her bathroom, the privacy. I sit on the toilet and put my head in my hands and try to think.

But all I can do is smile.

I just had sex.

A lot of sex.

With someone other than Sehun.

And it was the best fucking sex of my life.

And the one who did it is lying in her bed, with her golden, toned body, all in charge, and it's the one I never thought it would happen with.

I know I have two choices now. I can go back in there, tell her it was a mistake and for the sake of our careers we shouldn't do it again. Or I can go back in there and get royally, beautifully fucked again.

Decisions.

But a knock at the door brings me out of my thoughts.

"Are you decent?" Lisa asks from the other side. "Or trying to climb out the window?"

I flush the toilet. "Just a minute," I tell her, quickly washing my hands.

I open the door and she's standing there completely nude, her dick looking spectacular even semi-hard. More images from last night flood my brain am I'm surprised how fast I turn into a horny perv at the sight of half-hard peen.

Of course I'm so distracted by that, that I forget I'm nude too. Her eyes rake over my body, probing and relentless, and she gives me a lopsided grin. "I can't believe I have you standing here naked in my bathroom," she says, shaking her head. She then brushes past me. "I have to piss. Give me a second, then we'll take a shower."

Showering together? I quickly get out of the bathroom and find myself hovering in the hallway, unsure of what to do with myself. Again I could tell her no.

Or I could shower with her.

I'd never actually showered with someone before. I'm not even sure if it's supposed to lead to sex.

Might be good practice for the next book, I tell myself.

Or I could just run like hell.

The door opens a crack and she peers at me through it. "Good. Thought maybe you left."

Didn't even get a chance. "I'm not going anywhere," I tell her.

She opens the door wider and strides over to the shower and even though I saw her ass a million times last night during the Fluffy escapade it's still a sight to behold.

What a fucking wonderful ass.

She turns around, the water running.

And an even better cock.

I mean. Damn. Seriously.

I could write an entire book about her cock.

In fact, I might have to.

I step into the shower, trying to shed any ounce of insecurity.

It's all gone the moment she lays her hands on me.

Soap works its way over my body, over every crevice, her hands gentle with just enough pressure, sliding over my breasts, my stomach, my hips, my thighs.

When I'm slick as anything I return the favor.

I soap up every inch of her as I take it all in, marveling at this fine specimen, her body belonging to a Greek god. Not kidding. Even her calves and feet are perfect. Her feet are huge and well-groomed with clipped toe nails and no toe hair. Her calves are long and broad with the right pop of muscle. No chicken legs here, which is such a rarity on adult her age.

Then there are her thighs, looking like they could be sculpted out of gold and on display in a museum in some sort of feat of athletic prowess.

Her abs? Adriana Lima worthy.

Her ass? I can't even go there. I could bounce quarters off it though. And I really, really want to sink my teeth into it, just to see what it feels like.

Her back looks like she could rip a door off and throw it fifty feet.

Then again, her chest, shoulders, arms, all say the same thing.

She's not what she would call a "roid monkey" but I say she belongs on a book cover anyway. She's fucking perfect, and way, way too hot for a girl like me.

And I'm going to take complete advantage of it.

She's completely covered in foam from head to toe now.

"Rinse," I tell her, hanging the sponge back up.

She raises her brows, wiping the water from her face. "Bossy."

But she steps into the stream, washing it off.

You see, I don't want soap in my mouth.

And I've been wanting to do this for a while now.

I get down on my knees, ignoring the hardness of the tiles beneath my knees and focusing on the hardness of her cock as it bobs in front of me, water rolling off the broad tip. My fingers wrap around the thick base of her shaft, tentative at first. I can't remember how Sehun wanted to be touched when I gave him head and Lisa is so much more experienced, I don't want to do it wrong.

I take in a deep breath, trying not to choke on the water, and slowly, carefully slide her tip through my lips. I let my eyes fall closed at the sound of her moan. The taste of her, mild in the water but still one hundred per cent her, hits my tongue and spurs something deep inside of me, making me crave her even more.

"Shit," she murmurs, voice breaking into a groan, placing one hand against the wall to keep herself upright, those abs of hers straining.

I slide my lips to the end then stroke along the underside of her shaft with my tongue, feeling how hot her skin is, smoothing over every vein and rock-hard ridge.

"Look at me," she whispers. "I want you to watch me watching you."

Boldly, I look up and our eyes meet in a current of lust until I put her in my mouth again. It's just too much for her. She pinches her eyes shut, forehead wrinkled, mouth dropping open as she sucks in air.

I want to take my time, watching her slowly succumb to me. There's so much power in my hands and nothing more intoxicating than knowing you're bringing her to the edge. Blowjobs are not only overrated, they're addictive and I can easily see myself having a bit of a cock craving when it comes to her. Or a lot of a cock craving, whatever.

The moans that come out of her mouth now as I work her steadily with hands, lips, tongue, are becoming lower, like they're rising from a deeper, more animalistic side of her. I saw parts of this side last night and I want more of it. I want to see Lisa surrender to me, completely. I want to see her change into an animal with just one craving: me.

Her legs stiffen and her body becomes strained, the tension building inside her. I glance up and our eyes meet briefly and her glazed expression tell me that she's in awe, that at least for now, she's mine and at my mercy.

I should be gentle with her.

But I'm not.

If anything, I'm emboldened.

My fist moves faster, slick and wet over her hot length and my free hand moves up her legs until they find her perfectly groomed balls. I tug lightly, testing her.

"Fuck!" she cries out hoarsely. "I'm coming. I'm coming."

I try not to smile, knowing now what triggers her. Her cock becomes hotter, her skin stretched under my lips and I keep going as I feel her change in my grasp.

Every muscle in her body stills, frozen, as the orgasm hits her then suddenly she's panting, her breath rough and ragged and her cum is shooting into my mouth, almost to the back of my throat.

I swallow almost immediately, even though being in a shower is the perfect excuse to spit. But fuck it, she has no problems ingesting me and when I'm all in, I'm all in. I want every part of Lisa, not just some.

"My fucking god," she rasps, leaning against the shower wall, the water still spraying on us.

I carefully get up, my knees aching, trying not to slip on the slick tiles.

I place a soft kiss on her rounded shoulder.

She slowly turns to look at me, her eyes sated, her hair wet, flattened over her head, looking so god damn beautiful.

"You," she whispers, sounding amazed. "Look at you."

I'm not sure what I look like, my lips swollen from sucking, my skin soaked, my hair sticking down my back.

But whatever she sees, she makes me feel like I couldn't be more beautiful.

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When we're all clean and dry, it's tempting to just fall back into bed again. But Lisa has to go to the bookstore to work for a few hours.

"You could keep me company," she offers as we get in Mr. Mean.

"I'd love to pop in for a second," I tell her, very conscious of not being that girl who gets clingy after sex. I've learned some things from Jisoo. "But I've got some errands I have to do in town. I can take the bus back to the school to get my car after."

She frowns. "You sure? I can drive you home when my shift is over."

I smile reassuringly, giving her a dismissive wave. "Don't worry about it. But thank you. So," I say to her as we cruise down the busy streets of downtown, looking for parking. "What do you think your dad would say if he knew what we were doing?"

"He'd say, way to go girl, she's gorgeous."

"I meant about the books. And would he really say that?"

She gives me a look. "Let's not go there. But books? He'd say I'm contributing to something that ruined his life," she says glibly. "What would your parents say?"

"They'd say I'm dragging the family name through the mud. Then they'd say that they're terrible parents and don't know where they went wrong and wonder why both their children ended up being such nonconformists." I pause. "Then my mother would tell me I'm going to Hell."

"Tall order," she says. "Another reason to keep Lini Lovecox a secret until the end of time."

"Or at least until we get a movie deal."

"Agreed."

Despite how busy the city is with tourists, the bookstore is actually pretty quiet.

"I thought summer was your busy season," I admit.

"It is. Usually when the Clipper ferry or the cruise ships get in. Give it another hour." She leans in close to me. "If it wasn't for that, this store would have gone under long ago."

"You're here," a voice booms from the counter.

I look over to see her father, who could be Lisa's male version, albeit shorter, rounder and with glasses. It's funny, I'd always known him as the owner and now to know him as Lisa's dad makes things a lot more interesting. I'm pretty sure he yelled at me once when I was in high school for trying to read "A Feast for Crows" here without buying it. As you can imagine, I was here for a long time.

"And on time," Lisa says, flashing that charming smile of hers on her dad. It doesn't seem to work on him. Then again, it barely works on me…no, really.

Oh, who am I kidding?

"Who is this?" her father asks.

"Dad, this is Jennie," she says.

"Your girlfriend!" A kid's voice fills the air and after a few thumps of feet running on the hardwood, I see who I can only assume is Kevin emerging behind a row of books and running toward me with a plastic sword drawn. "You exist!"

My eyes dart to Lisa and I raise my brows in question. Girlfriend?

"Yes, my girlfriend," Lisa says through a strained smile as she tries to pat Kevin's head.

Kevin shies away and comes right over to me. "You're her girlfriend. I'm her best friend," he says proudly, poking his thumb into his chest.

"This is my stepbrother Kevin," Lisa explains.

"Did you tell her about LAIRE?" he asks excitedly.

"Laire?" I repeat. I'm still having problems with the girlfriend thing. Why would she tell them I'm her girlfriend?

"It's an acronym," Kevin explains to me, as if I'm dumb. "Live Action Interactive Role-Playing Explorers. There's a battle at Beacon Hill Park and Lisa promised me that the both of you were going to take me there."

Obviously this is the first I've heard of this. My gaze goes to Lisa, amused. "Are you going to dress up like Loki?"

Lisa frowns. "Um…"

"Because you know I'll go if you dress like Loki."

She wiggles her lips for a moment, trying to get out of it. "I'm not really sure that dressing up as other characters is allowed..."

"Yes it is!" Kevin says, waving his sword through the air. "That's why this one is so fun! It's like Comic Con but with fighting. I'm going as my own character, Betoolamous the Brave but you can wear whatever you want."

"Still think this is a mistake," their dad says with a sigh, turning back to the cash register. "Why can't you go to a Justin Bieber concert like other kids your age?"

"Dad!" Lisa says in horror. "No. That man is no longer child-appropriate. He has a lightning bolt tattooed on his face."

"Cool, I want lightning bolt on my face," Kevin says with a wondrous look. "Just like Harry Potter."

"See what you did, dad," Lisa says.

"Actually I think it's a cross on his face," her dad points out, glaring at them both. "But no one is getting any face tattoos!"

I watch them all volleying back and forth for a moment before I realize I don't really belong here and the longer I stand here, the more I have to pretend that this whole girlfriend label isn't weird.

"Well it was nice meeting you Kevin," I say, giving him a slight bow since he's holding a sword and all. "Nice to meet you Mr. Manoban."

"Likewise," he says absently, not looking up from the register.

"Call me," I tell Lisa quickly before turning on my heel and leaving before things get weirder.

I'm half-way down the street when I hear Lisa calling after me.

I turn to see her dodging a man on a unicycle before catching up.

"Sorry about that," she says, putting her hand on my shoulder. The unicycle guy pedals past, muttering obscenities.

"About what? Volunteering me for LARPing or telling your family I'm your girlfriend?"

"Both," she says. "Come on, you know how I am. I had to tell them you were a girlfriend to get them off my back. I couldn't tell them you were my writing partner." She runs her hand through her floppy hair and looks off for a moment. When her gaze returns to mine, she flashes me a smug smile. "You know that we're just fucking. That's all we are, all we will be. It's just good fun."

Damn. I have to pretend that that doesn't hurt. For all intents and purposes it shouldn't hurt me but it does. C'est la vie.

"Right," I say flatly.

She studies me. "You agree, don't you? I mean that's what you want. To be partners that fuck on the side."

I manage a stiff smile. Sometimes I forget how crude she can be. "As long as writing is the priority."

"Good, yes, of course it will be," she says, nodding quickly. She shoots a glance over her shoulder. "I have to get back to the store. Send me your files tonight and I'll turn them over to the editor."

"Sounds good," I tell her. "Talk to you later."

I turn away from her and head down the street as a force field comes over me, the one I used to have before I got all caught up in her. I don't have any experience with casual sex but if I want to keep having my fun, I'm going to have to learn to rein all my feelings in before things get complicated.

Then again, I'm having hot sex with my writing partner. I'm starting to think it's complicated already.

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