LISA'S POINT OF VIEW

The soft sounds of rain clicking against the window pulled Lisa from her sleep. The pitter patter would have been welcomed any other day, but today she was exhausted. Last night had been on hell of a night. Between work and catching up with Jackson, she was ready to go home to her woman.

After getting off work at eleven thirty, almost midnight, she'd jumped into her car just as the rain had picked back up into a full blown thunderstorm. She'd been careful as she made her way across the highway and into town.

By just a little past midnight she'd pulled into Jennie's driveway and had walked into the unlocked front door. Which was something she was going to have to discuss with her. What if it hadn't been her last night between her thighs holding her down? Bile rose in her throat at the sick thought of a rapist in her house, assaulting her. Scrubbing a tired hand across her face she washed away the image.

Once inside she'd headed straight towards the master suite only to find that it was completely empty. She'd been baffled that she hadn't moved into her mothers old room. It was so much larger.

She'd walked into her old room to find her tucked beneath her comforter sound asleep.

She'd missed her so damn much and she'd been rearing to get inside of her since she'd left two days ago. She'd pulled back her covers and found a nice surprise.

Her red sun dress had hiked up her thighs a bit baring her milky flesh.

The moment she'd seen her naked pussy that had been it. She'd dived into her like a starved man. She craved Jennie like an addict craved their high. She was her high.

They'd gone at it for hours even after the first time around. Jennie was just as insatiable as she was. That pleased her. She was her equal.

Jennie been eager when she'd told her she was going to claim her ass. She was even more so. Jennie been so tight, tighter than she'd ever imagined. She would have to prepare Jennie well.

"I can feel the wheels in your head turning" the sound of her sweet voice drifted into her ears. She smiled and turned to look at her.

Jennie was propped on her side, the side of her head in her hand and her elbow sinking slightly into the mattress. Her hair spilled out across her shoulders, some stray hairs sticking out wildly.

Jennie wasn't perfect, but that's what made her so beautiful.

"I was thinking about how I'm gonna have to train your ass before taking it" she said watching as her cheeks darkened in a delicious blush.

"I-I didn't expect it to feel that good" she admitted. "Have you done it before?"

Lisa felt no reason to hesitate answering her question, "yes. Once, before I met you."

Jennie soft "oh" sounded a tad bit jealous. But Lisa could relate, Lisa was extremely jealous of any of the men she'd been with. She didn't dare ask for a number.

"Hey" she lifted her chin with her fingers and leaned forward to kiss her lips before pulling back," no one else matters" she said, and she meant what she said.

A small smile curved at the corner of her mouth and her hazel eyes fell upon her blue ones.

"Promise?" She asked.

"Promise"

The weather was still dreary as Lisa stood over the stove wearing only a pair of low rising jeans, flipping pancakes and making coffee while Jennie sat at the kitchen Island flipping through her phone. Her blonde hair was pulled into a pony tail, her natural beauty was at work, the dark red tank top and black pajama pants causing her to look seventeen again.

"I didn't even know that you could cook" she said.

Lisa turned her head to find her watching her with a smile. Lisa winked at her before turning back.

"I actually learned at a young age. My mother wasn't one to cook meals. So it was either, I learn or I eat food that doesn't need to be cooked. Which by the way was a lot of junk food"

"Your mother didn't cook?" She asked, she could hear the defensive tone she used a lot.

"No" she tried not to get worked up over it seeing as it was in the past. Her mother was just a real piece of work.

"We don't have to talk about it if you don't want to" she said lightly.

Lisa wished she believed that, but she knew Jennie wanted to know and would only ask at a later time. Now was a good as time as ever, "its fine. Ask what you wanna ask" she said piling pancakes onto two separate plates.

Jennie stood from her spot at the island, walked over to open the refrigerator and pulled out her creamer. She grabbed two cups from the cupboard before turning towards her, "coffee?"

She nodded.

"Cream?" She asked

"Just a little"

Lisa watched her pour her and then hers before she grabbed both plates and set them on the table. Lisa turned to grab silverware but bumped into a soft body.

"Woah sorry" she said grabbing her shoulders to steady her. Luckily she hadn't spilt the coffee she'd been holding. Between her fingers and the mugs she was holding, were forks and knives.

"I thought we'd need these" Jennie said before moving around her and taking a seat at the table.

Lisa watched the soft sway of her hips before she planted herself into the seat.

As she took a seat across from Jennie, she adjusted herself as the front of her jeans became to tight.

"So0000, tell me about her" she said referring to her mother.

"Well" she took a sip of coffee before leaning back in her chair," She's bat shit crazy" Jennie cracked a grin but didn't say anything, "she's very selfish and loves the lime light. She isn't very self sufficient, hence why she can't cook."

Jennie glanced down at her plate, shuffling around her food, her brows furrowed, "what else did you have to do for her as a kid?"

"Well my father stayed until I was around eight, up until then he did just about everything for her. After he left, if I didn't cook then we didn't eat. I ended up having to do all the cleaning, all the laundry, all the yard work and anything else that needed to be done"

"Did she have a job?" She asked quietly, still looking down as she picked at her food. She had yet to take a bite, she was absorbing all the information she was giving her.

"No, my father continued to pay for the house and the bills knowing she wouldn't get a job"

"Why didn't he take you away from her?" She glanced up at her, sadness written in the depths of her eyes. It was like a direct punch to the gut. At least it wasn't pity.

"At that point he'd started his inventing career and was traveling. He couldn't take me with him. He willingly gave my mother full custody after she'd requested it. Although his condition was that he could see me anytime."

Jennie frowned glancing back down at her place, "but you lived with him before you moved in here?" It was more of a question than a statement.

Lisa sighed, running a tired hand across her face. She was glad they were talking about this now, because if she'd had asked when they were teens she would have told her to fuck off, that it wasn't her business.

"Well I told my mother I wanted to spend some time with my father. At first she'd refused but when she saw how much I began lashing out at her because of it she gave in. So me living with him was always temporary. I was pretty much in no Mans land until she called my father telling me it was time to come home"

An uncomfortable silence stretched between them.

"So you left because of her, not because of me?"

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