JENNIE
My nerves were strung tight, and even though I wanted to do this—I wanted Lisa's body pressed against mine—everything I'd ever been taught was racing through my mind, telling me of the flaws in the activities I was about to partake in.
You're still legally married.
She's dangerous.
You are not this girl.
You're a good girl.
I silenced the voices in my head as best I could, because this good girl was tired of being tame. For once in my life, I wanted to roam in the wild and see what it felt like to be uncensored.
"You okay?" she asked.
I nodded slowly. "I'm okay."
"Good." She proceeded to walk toward me, slowly, with no missteps. "Now sit down on the edge of my bed." I did as she said, and she kneeled in front of me. "You're beautiful," she told me, and it made my skin tingle. "Do you know that, Jennie? Do you know that you're beautiful?"
I couldn't reply. I couldn't remember the last time I'd been called such a thing, and even though I wanted to believe it, it was almost impossible to do so.
After enduring a betrayal as I have, you couldn't help but doubt every bit of your worth, but it seemed that night, Lisa was prepared to remind me with every single touch.
She placed her hands on my bare legs and gently kissed my inner thigh before looking up at my face. "You're nervous."
"Yes."
"You want me to stop?" she asked.
"No."
Her fingers rolled against my panties, and she began circling her thumb against my clit, making me shut my eyes. I lay back, falling against the mattress, and my fingers clenched the bedsheets. My heart began to race faster than I'd known possible as she slowly pulled my underwear down, allowing her warm breaths to hit me. I arched my hips toward her, but she teased me slowly.
"Patience, princess," she whispered, kissing my inner thigh. Her hands wrapped around my ankles and spread them apart. "We have all night."
Then, with no haste, with such perfected timing, she slid her lips against my core, tasting me, sucking me, sliding her tongue slowly inside, pulling her mouth away only to bring it back seconds later.
I didn't know it could feel like…
I didn't know it could be so…
Ohmygosh.
"Li…" I exhaled, grinding my hips against her mouth as she began to destroy me in the best possible way. The more I moaned, the faster her tongue slid inside. Deeper…deeper… "Yes…" My breaths were uneven as her hands wrapped tightly around my thighs and her mouth explored me even more, my hands tangling in her hair and gently pushing her head farther down.
I'd never felt anything like that…had never known fingers and tongues could create such—
"Jesus!" I gasped as she slammed her tongue deep inside, faster and faster, pumping it in and out as I began to lose my grip on reality.
"No." She smirked. "Quite the opposite, actually."
The way she controlled every shake of my body with only her tongue…the way she pinned me down as my legs twisted and turned…the way I lost myself, and she tasted each drop—it was almost too much.
She moaned against me as if she was enjoying the act as much as I was. The more I wiggled, the more she explored, deeper and deeper, making me fall apart against her tongue.
As she pulled away, my legs trembled, and my chest rose and fell rapidly as I tried to gather myself.
"That was…that was…yeah." I heavily breathed out. "That was…holy crap."
She smirked as my body dripped in sweat. As she rose up from the floor, she began to unzip her jeans then slid out of them, removing her boxers next.
My eyes fell to her hardness as she licked her fingers clean, tasting me.
I knew it was foolish, but I couldn't stop staring. I felt my cheeks heating from my desires, from my nerves, from my wants and needs, which, at the moment, seemed to be the same thing. I wanted and needed her so much.
I'd only been with one man in my lifetime, and it was no secret that Taehyung wasn't working with the same type of equipment Lisa had.
She wrapped her hands around my ankles and locked her stare with mine. "That was only the appetizer." She effortlessly flipped me over to my stomach, and I moaned gently as I felt her climb on top of me. Her hardness brushed against my ass cheeks, and her lips trailed up my back before she moved in closer to my ear and whispered, "Are you ready for the main course?"
Even though I eagerly said yes, I wasn't ready at all.
When Lisa Manoban slid into me, thrusting against me, pounding deeper and deeper, I knew I was making the choices no one thought a good girl like me would've ever made.
I was being the opposite of what the world expected me to be, and being bad? Oh, being bad felt so good.
She slapped my ass, and I asked her for more. I wanted it harder, and she fulfilled all my requests.
She didn't stop there…
She flipped me over again, she placed me against the wall, and she took me from every angle possible. I moaned, I cried, I begged for more and more.
She was untamed and uncensored as she fucked me hard and whispered dirty words into my ear. As she placed me on top of her, my nerves began to rise once more as my mind began to worry about her viewpoint of my body.
Yet with one small touch to my back, she lowered my face down on her and rolled her lips against mine. "You're beautiful," she told me once again. "Now fuck me harder than you've ever fucked."
And I did.
I rode her like she was mine and mine to keep even though that was so far from the truth. Our false reality was worth it, though. Those few moments together helped my mind slow down to a speed my heartbeats could keep up with.
She wasn't mine, and I wasn't her, but that night, we were something. There wasn't a name for it, only feelings.
It felt scary yet safe.
Fast yet slow.
Wrong yet still so unbelievably right.
She was able to get me off that night more times than I ever had at once in the past fifteen years of my marriage.
I now understood why someone like her were worth exploring. I understood why good girls found their way to Lisa's front porch. Never had I known what true trembling legs felt like up until that night.
When the time came for me to leave, I got dressed, and she walked me to her front door.
"I'll walk you home," she offered.
"It's okay," I replied. I bit my bottom lip and looked up at her. "Tonight was…"
"Yeah." She nodded and leaned against her doorframe as if she'd read my mind. "It was."
"Is it okay if this stays between us? Our arrangement? Not because I'm ashamed or anything, but this feels like the first thing that's just…mine."
"Princess, come on…" She smirked, and I felt it. It was the first time I'd seen her do it, and when that small dimple appeared in her left cheek, my broken heart pieces began to skip a few beats. "Who would I even tell?"
