JENNIE
It didn't take as long to fall asleep last night as I thought it would. Moments after I sent my last text, I heard something hit a wall in Lisa''s room, and I kind of felt a little bad but also smiled, feeling a little powerful, too. Playing games with her wasn't my goal, although I do love that we're good at getting under each other's skin.
I simply wanted to show her I'm capable of more than she thinks I am, and I don't appreciate people telling me what's in my own head.
Then, when she tried to get in the room, I wanted her so badly—her hands, her mouth, her words—but I always forgive too easily, and I don't want to be that girl anymore. Even if Lisa is one of the good ones—and I'm pretty sure she is—I needed to prove to myself that I'm worth the work and the wait. It was necessary to raise the bar for myself and not give everyone what they want from me so easily. I've been a pushover long enough. Asahi, Haruto, my parents…
And I fell asleep, proud of being stronger.
Now today, on the other hand…. She can have me as much as she wants, because I can't wait anymore, either. After telling her to keep her hands off herself last night, I forced myself to do the same today, and the first thing I'm going to do when I see her is pull off her shirt, because I love the way she looks in just jeans.
The weather is warm today, but there's a little cloud cover, keeping the heat at bay, and I lie outside on the grass on my stomach, listening to Don Henley on the cassette player as I flip through the fall catalog of courses at my university. I'd already registered for next semester, but I'm thinking of adding another class.
My legs, crossed at the ankles, swing back and forth in the air behind me, but then my phone rings, and I reach over and pick it up off the grass. Looking at the screen, I knit my brow.
What does Jackson want?
I answer and hold it to my ear. "Hey," I say. "Everything okay?"
My suspicious mind is immediately drawn to Lisa and some God-awful accident with any one of the machines she works with.
"Uh, yeah, sorry to bother you," he tells me. "Do you know what's wrong with Lisa today?"
"What do you mean?"
"Well, she's been in the worst mood," he whines. "Everyone's afraid to go near her. She's barking at everyone, she punched about eighty nails into every single piece of sheet rock she hung, and then she accidentally accepted the wrong shipment of lumber, which prompted a really interesting tantrum reminiscent of my twelve-year-old daughter. It's been weird."
I snort, but then clamp my hand over my mouth to stifle it.
"Um..." I search for words, my throat thick with laughter. "No idea, actually."
Actually, I have a very good idea.
"Well, take cover, honey," he says. "She's on her way home, and I don't know what the hell her problem is."
My body shakes with silent laughter, and just then, I see Lisa's truck come roaring down the street. Even her engine sounds pissed.
"Okay," I tell Jackson. "Gotta go."
I hang up, not waiting for his 'goodbye', and watch as Lisa barrels into the driveway, the truck coming to a screeching stop. Glancing at my phone, I see it's only about four in the afternoon. She's way early.
She looks over at me on the grass, and her eyes zone in, anger and intensity pouring through like I'm about to get the big, fat spanking I deserve.
I fix a coy look on my face and arch my back, pushing up my ass, and then slow the swinging of my legs for good measure to draw her attention to my body.
She steps out of the truck and slams the door, and I can't hide my smug smile as she approaches, neither of us able to look away.
"I'm not laughing," she points out sternly. "Now get inside and take off your clothes. I've had a whole day to dream up the theme park I'm going to make of your body tonight, girl."
A rush of excitement lodges in my lungs, and I can't breathe. I can see all the promises of what's to come in her eyes, and I can't lie or play with her anymore. I want it, too.
Holding her gaze, I stand up, and her eyes rake down my body as I slowly back up toward the house.
And she moves forward, following me.
But then a voice carries over her shoulder, interrupting us. "Lisa, hi!" a woman calls.
We both halt, and I see Mrs. Taft, one of the neighbors, standing behind her.
"How have you been?" she asks.
She bares her teeth, closing her eyes, and she looks close to hitting something. My stomach shakes with amusement that I don't let out.
She quickly turns around, affixing a fake smile. "Constance, hi," she says, almost sounding chipper. "I'm good. Just…busy."
She nods and peers around her shoulder. "Hey, Jennie."
"Hi, Mrs. Taft."
I walk over to Lisa's side, sliding my hands into my pockets.
She smooths a hand down her brown ponytail, holding the leash of the King Charles spaniel she's been walking since I came out to lay on the grass a half hour ago. She looks up at Lisa. "Haven't seen your boy around much."
"Oh, yeah. He's…um…busy, too," Lisa stammers, trying to make up some excuse. "What's up?"
"Well, I heard Jennie might do some babysitting." She peers over at me. "Any interest? There's a housewarming party across the river at the Kuhl's place," she tells Lisa. "You should come with me. Relax. I just need someone to watch the kids, though."
"Tonight?" she blurts out.
But she doesn't answer her, just glances at me again. "Jennie, how about it? I know you're not fifteen anymore but thought it was worth a shot."
"Yeah, sure—"
"No," Lisa cuts me off.
I close my eyes for a moment. Jesus, Lisa. That was real smooth and totally not obvious.
Constance looks at her, surprised.
"She has class in the morning," she quickly explains.
Yes, I have class on a Sunday.
"And, uh, chores to do around the house," she adds, casting me a stern look, "that she's been bad about not taking care of."
Yes, Mrs. Tate. After I do the dishes, I have to do Ms. Manoban, so…
"Sorry," she tells her.
She glances between us, and she knows something is up, because she's being fucking weird right now, but she handles it with class.
"Oh, no worries," she chirps. "Maybe another time."
I give her a smile and nod, trying to recover from my embarrassment and thankful when she finally moves along.
Lisa and I stand there a moment, and I'm trying to gauge how, if they're not talking about us yet, they will be after that.
"Ms. Manoban …" I chide, shaking my head.
I turn and start walking for the house, and when I look back, she's following me, her eyes pinned on mine.
"People are watching," I say. "You better not follow me in. It'll look weird."
I see her eyes shoot left and right, taking in the various neighbors working in their yards, playing with their kids outside, or sitting on their porches. I don't really care, but I know she does.
With her long stride, she's at my back in no time, and I tingle all over as I hurriedly open the door and step inside. Her body forces me in, the door closes behind us, shielding us from the outside world, and she spins me around and pulls me into her arms. I have only a moment to take a breath before her mouth is on mine, one of her hands holding the back of my head, and the other arm wrapped around my waist, pressing me to her so tightly that I can hardly breathe.
But God, I don't care. I'm warm and surrounded by her smell, and she feels so far gone that she's carrying me with her. Circling my arms around her neck, I spread my legs as she lifts me up as I lock my ankles behind her back.
"Shit, baby, I'm dirty," she says, still devouring my lips. "I should take a shower."
"We'll take one after," I moan, pulling away only a hair.
She carries me into the kitchen and sets me on the table. I pull her shirt up and over her head, breaking the kiss for only a moment before our arms are around each other again. She leans into me, forcing me back a little as she deepens the kiss.
"I couldn't wait to get home," she whispers. "You don't know how hard I was trying to control myself today."
"How hard?" I work at her belt, frantic to get it off.
"I was in the worst fucking mood," she growled. "I couldn't get you out of my head. All I wanted was this." And her hands scale down my ribs, and she pushes me back and forces my shirt and bra up over my tits. I fall to the table, and she dives down, biting and tonguing my nipples.
I close my eyes and moan, squirming under her and arching my back, not sure if I'm trying to get closer to her mouth, or if it's too much to take. I can feel her lips all the way to my toes.
Heat fills my wet pussy, and I watch as her hot tongue flicks over the hardened bud of my nipple, my clit throbbing so hard I can't breathe. I shake, an explosion of pleasure wracking through me and warming my insides. My eyes roll into the back of my head, and I cry out.
Shit! Shit, shit, shit…
I shudder, opening my eyes, a little in shock.
I look down, seeing Lisa staring up at me. "Did you just come?" she asks, her eyes rounded in surprise.
I swallow, my mouth suddenly parched, and nod. "Yeah. I think so."
Her eyebrows shoot up. "You like your breasts kissed, huh?"
"I like it when you kiss anything on me."
She rises and pulls me up to my feet, holding my eyes as she unbuttons my shorts. "You were so amazing last night."
My eyes light up. "So, I was good, huh?" Maybe I have a performer in me, after all.
But she just cocks a brow. "Don't get any ideas. It won't be like that with anyone else."
My shorts drop to the floor, she whips me around, and I plant my hands on the table to support myself. I hear a wrapper crinkle and then the clank of her belt as she opens her jeans. My thighs shake, so turned on by what's coming. Thank God the blinds are closed.
Arching my back, I open my legs for her and look over my shoulder. "I'm sorry I did that to you last night," I say.
She pulls her cock out of her jeans and rolls the condom on, and then comes in, wrapping a hand around my neck and kissing me hard.
"Well, not really sorry, I guess," I pant against her lips. "This makes it worth it."
Hell yes. She's so hot right now. Well, she always is, but…
Pulling down my panties, she grips me where my thigh meets my hip and guides her cock to my entrance. Once it's crowning me, she pulls my hips back to her, and I'm sliced in two, gasping and shuddering as her dick slides deep inside me.
"Oh, my God," I whimper, my head dipping, because I'm shaking so hard.
She doesn't give me any time to recover, and all I can do is hang on as she holds me tight in her fists and fucks me. I raise my right knee to the tabletop and lean forward a little more, her cock sliding deeper and making me moan.
She pants hard, grunting in my ear, and her hands are all over the place as she reaches around, one hand squeezing my breast and the other dipping between my legs to rub my clit.
"You can go again later, right?" I ask over my shoulder.
"You're insulting me," she growls in my ear. "You think I can't keep up with you?"
"I just really want to…"
"Want to what?"
I open my mouth, whispering against her lips as our bodies meet again and again. "I want to suck you off." I rub my lips over her, taunting her. "I want to feel you in my mouth."
She exhales hard, baring her teeth and closing her eyes. "Jennie…" She shakes her head almost as a warning.
I kiss her, our lips hovering over each other as sweat glides down my back. "You want your cock in my mouth?" I whisper.
She bites my bottom lip gently and lets it go. "Say it again."
"I want to suck your dick," I say again.
Her cock pounds me like a hammer, and I curl my toes, feeling my orgasm crest.
"I want to lick you," I whisper, "and taste you and make you come."
Her fingers dig into my flesh, and the tops of my thighs ache from where they keep hitting the table, but she's making me come again, and nothing in the world has ever felt this good. I'm almost there.
I flick her lip with my tongue, feeling fire spread through my thighs and rock my insides. "Please?" I whisper, backing up into her dick and chasing it, too. "Fuck my mouth tonight?"
"Jennie, Jesus!" she cries out, and she grabs my shoulder at the neck and pounds me so hard, I can't speak even if I wanted to.
We both come, my knuckles turning white as I dig my nails into the wooden table, tensing, and tightening every damn muscle in my body.
"Lisa!" I cry out. "Oh, God."
I lower myself to the table, hugging my arms to myself, closing my eyes, and feeling her pulse inside me. Her hand is planted next to my head, and she hovers above, breathing hard and jerking into me a couple more times.
I want her to come inside me. I want her spilling out of me, and I want to feel it. I'm on the pill, and I'm healthy. Once I know she is, I'm telling her the damn rubbers can go in the fucking garbage.
I might taunt her via video again if her pent-up frustration gets me off like that.
A few moments later, my breathing has returned to normal, and I'm spent.
"You know I'm teasing, right?" I tell her. "I'll only ever perform for you"
Her hand glides down my damp back, and I hear her inhale like she's about to talk, but then a pound hits the door.
"Jennie!" a voice yells. "Jennie, you here or not?"
We both pop up, my heart skipping a beat. Irene.
Lisa pulls out of me, and I slide my panties up, hurriedly scrambling for my bra and shirt. I hear the garbage can lid slam closed, and then Lisa is by my side as she hurries back into her T-shirt and me into my clothes.
But just then the front door creaks open, and I hear Irene's voice. "Jennie!" she calls into the house.
"What the fuck?" Lisa growls under her breath, throwing me a freaked-out look just as Irene wanders into the kitchen.
Lisa takes a couple of steps away from me, running her hand through her hair as I zip up my shorts.
Irene stares at us, her eyes darting between Lisa and me and clearly taking in our disarray.
"Hey," she says, a suspicious tone in her voice.
I lick my dry lips, trying to catch my breath. "Hey," I say back. "So, you're just walking into peoples' houses now?"
"I was banging on the door and ringing the bell," she points out, her shock gone and now replaced with amusement. "I saw both cars outside, so I knew you were home."
An uncomfortable silence follows as she looks at Lisa with a smile in her eyes and at me with raised eyebrows.
Lisa looks like she wants to escape. She straightens, jerking her thumb to the backyard. "I'm gonna throw some hot dogs on the grill for dinner."
And she quickly grabs a package out of the fridge and heads into the backyard.
As soon as she's gone, Irene's mouth drops open, her eyes widening on me. "Oh, my God!" she mouths.
"Shhh…" I tell her, casting a worried glance in the direction where Lisa left.
"Are you serious? How was it?" She comes over to me and swipes her thumb over my damp forehead. "That good, huh?"
I can't help but let out a small laugh, because I don't know what else to do. I can't think straight right now.
I'm sure I'm blushing.
"Aw." She looks at me with love, rubbing my arm. "I'm happy for you. It's mindblowing, isn't it? Screwing someone who's actually good at it."
Yes. Not that Haruto was bad, per se. It's just different with Lisa. She's in my head more than anyone's ever been.
"Well, have fun," she tells me, sauntering over to the fridge and removing a soda. "Just don't get knocked up, okay?"
"Why?" I blurt out, but then I realize how that sounded. "I mean, not that I'm planning to. I'm nineteen." I move over to her. "But you didn't say that with any of my other boyfriends. Why Lisa?"
"Because you're having fun," she says, closing the refrigerator and turning toward me. "And that might be all she's having, too. Just be careful."
The words kind of stab. Is she right? Is that all we're doing?
"You get to enjoy a stable woman who has a job and an active driver's license at the same time," she explains. "And she gets to have a hot, young girl in her bed. Enjoy it while it lasts. Until the cows come home." She nudges my chin like I'm five. "Just don't get your hopes up. Stay sharp."
Don't get my hopes up.
But I think they already skyrocketed when I wasn't paying attention.
I smell the grill in the backyard, but I'm not hungry anymore.