Jennie stroked herself, slipping a finger inside her soaking lips. It was an ache she couldn't scratch, one that only Lisa could.
She'd started this. She'd touched her under the table and had built her up not letting her come down. She had to take care of it or she'd be thinking about it all night.
Her fingers slipped in and out with ease, she was so wet for her The deep dark look in her eyes as she'd rubbed her had been almost to much.
Closing her eyes, her head thrown back she imagine her touching her, tasting her. Suddenly her scent enveloped her, her memory was coming back tenfold. It was as if she were in the room with her. She could practically feel the heavy weight of her eyes as they swept across her, the way the blue would darken into a deeper abyss. She'd spill out a curse word or two.
"Fucking hell" the sexy gruffness of her voice whispered through her head. Her imagination was working wonders today.
A soft sigh slipped from her lips and she fought the urge to moan as she picked up a faster tempo. She had to be quiet, she couldn't let her friends hear what she was doing. That would be embarrassing.
"Jennie"
God, her voice was so sexy.
"Jennie"
The desperation in her voice was so accurate.
A soft brush against her neck startled her. She opened to her mouth to let out a scream. Her eyes opened wide in shock and then horror.
The scream died in her throat as her eyes connected with her.
Jennie pulled her hand from beneath her pants, her fingers coated in her wetness.
She was so embarrassed, a flaming heat crawled up her neck into her face. She averted her eyes, glancing at the cabinets beside them.
Her hand touched her chin and turned her to face her.
She didn't say anything and Jennie became nervous. Her hand began to drift from her chin, down to her chest brushing past her breasts. Her stomach quivered as her hand dipped lower until she found the waist band of her pants. She ran the tip of her tongue across her lower lip, watching, waiting for her to do something, anything. Her hand disappeared and with the first brush of her fingers against her wet panties she lost the ability to breath.
A dark devious look roamed across her face, she could tell she was pleased that she'd found her so wet.
Her embarrassment died down, the heat that had filled her face was now inching its way around her thighs and in between.
Her body leaned in closer to hers, her fingers lightly scraping across the wet fabric. Her breath fanned across her face and her eyes held hers as her head dipped down.
The moment her lips touched hers, the gates of hell opened and broke lose.
They couldn't seem to get their hands on each other fast enough. The sounds of their heavy breathing filled the kitchen.
Lisa pushed aside the thin fabric and plunged a welcome finger into her heat. Jennie made a small sound in the back of her throat. It took everything in her not to cry out. She loved when she touched her. She loved when her fingers were inside of her. She felt completely wanton.
When she added a second finger she reached up and clutched at her shoulders. The ache between her legs intensified. She fought not to squirm.
"Lisa please" she whispered hoarsely. She needed release.
Her lips moved back onto hers, a graceful molding as she pumped his fingers faster occasionally flicking her clit.
A light wonderful sensation was building, she could practically see stars.
"I'm so close" she whispered earning a satisfied grunt from her.
The wet sounds from her pussy echoed in the kitchen and at the moment she didn't care if their friends could hear them or not.
Her tongue battled with hers, her teeth softly nipped her bottom lip. Jennie returned the intensity of the kiss. She caused so many new and welcome feelings within her. It was obvious they were both sexual beings but there was something else there, something small that had her feeling so alive and comfortable in her presence. She wasn't going to dwell on it now. She'd examine it later.
Suddenly her shirt was lifted, a cool breeze flittered across her skin as her breasts were bare to her greedy gaze.
"Beautiful" she muttered before leaning down. The coolness of the air puckered her nipples, they stood at attention for her. She drew one into her mouth, her tongue drug across the sensitive tip. Jennie's hands left her shoulders to clutch her head, her fingers dove into the rich soft grayiest waves. She didn't want her to move, she wanted her to stay there, to keep suckling her breast. She moaned around her nipple as her fingers pulled slightly.
Her other hand came up swiftly catching and squeezing her breasts, her fingers rolling the hardened nub between her fingers while her other hand still pumped inside of her.She was obviously a pro at multitasking.
Jennie pulled a hand away from her hair, moving down her body to settle at the button on her pants. Her hand left her breast to capture hers. Her eyes found hers and she shook her head.
"No. This is for you"
Jennie's hand dropped and her breathing hitched as the pleasure intensified.Her eye lids dropped closed and her head tilted back once again as she clutched the counter behind her.She couldn't believe they were doing this in the kitchen.
Jennie gasped and slapped a hand over her mouth as the orgasm she'd been working towards came rolling through full force. She could feel herself pulse around her fingers, her body became relax and she had to fight the urge to fall to the floor. Her legs were weak and her eyes were heavy.
Lisa pulled her hand from her pants and sent her a cocky grin, her hair was slightly tousled although it was almost unnoticeable from her usual look.
Jennie cleared her throat as she stood on shaky legs fixing her shirt and pants, "thank you"
Lisa didn't give her any personal space as she leaned into her, her chest pressed against hers.
"Your welcome" she said before her lips brushed across hers. There was a small amount of tenderness on her lower lip and between her thighs but nothing she wouldn't mind receiving again.
It was then that the group of friends who had no idea what was going on cane through the entry way. Jennie stilled and tried to keep the blush from rising to her face.
She might as well of wore a red neon sign stating she'd just had an amazing orgasm with her stepsister. Her eyes fell to the floor and she wouldn't look up.
"Are you guys ok?" Bam asked as everyone else eyed them with curious caution.
"Fine. Are we going to see this fucking movie or not?" Lisa snapped drawing all attention away from Jennie. She couldn't be more thankful to her. It was a small act of compassion but it meant a lot to her.
"Dude were waiting on you two" Jackson snapped. Jennie's head snapped up at the obvious irritation that laced his voice.
She'd never heard Jackson be so... worked up. He was a happy care free go lucky guy and it just wasn't in his genetics to get to be irritated or angry.
However Jennie noted he was both. She tried to catch his eye, hoping to inquire as to what was wrong but he wouldn't look her way.
Maybe he knew...
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