Jennie's POV
Karen smiled appreciatively when I offered to help with the cleanup, and seemed a little surprised I would. I load the dishwasher while she washes the large serving plates. I realize the plates all look really new, and remember how much damage Lisa caused that night. She can be so cruel.
"If you don't mind me asking, how long have you and Lisa been seeing each other?" She blushes at her own question, but I give her a warm smile.
Figuring it best just to dodge the dating question, I say, "Well, we have only known each other about a month; she is friends with my roommate, Wendy."
"We have only met a few of Lisa's friends. You are . . . well, you are different from the ones that I have come across."
"Yeah, we're very different."
Lightning flashes and the rain begins to pound against the windows. "Wow, it's really coming down out there," she says and pushes the small window in front of the sink closed.
"Lisa isn't as bad as she seems," she tells me, though really it feels sort of like she's reminding herself. "She's just hurt. I would love to believe that she won't always be this way. I must say I was very surprised that she came tonight, and I can only believe that's your influence on her."
Taking me by surprise, she wraps her arms around me and pulls me into a hug. Unsure what to say, I hug her back. She pulls away but keeps her well-manicured hands on my shoulders.
"Really, thank you," she says, then blots her eyes with a tissue from her apron before returning to the dishes.
She is too kind for me to tell her that I don't have any influence on Lisa. She came tonight only because she wanted to annoy me. After I finish loading the dishwasher, I stare out the window watching the raindrops trickle down the glass. It is remarkable that Lisa, who hates everyone except herself, and maybe her mother, has all these people who care about her yet refuses to let herself care for them. She is lucky to have them, us. I know I am one of those people. I would do anything for Lisa; even though I would deny it, I know it to be true. I have no one, except Kai and my mother, and both of them together don't care about me the way Lisa's soon-to-be stepmother does her.
"I'm going to go check on Marco. Make yourself at home, dear," Karen says to me. I nod and decide to go find Lisa, or Jisoo, whichever one of them appears first.
Jisoo is nowhere to be found downstairs, so I make my way up to Lisa's room. If she's not up here, I figure, I'll just go sit downstairs alone. I turn the handle, but the door is locked.
"Lisa?" I try to speak quietly so no one hears me. I tap my knuckles against the door but hear nothing. Just as I start to turn away, the door clicks and she opens it.
"Can I come in?" I ask her and she nods once and pulls the door open just enough for me. There is a breeze in the room and I can smell the cool scent of the rain coming through the bay window. She walks over and sits down on the built-in bench surrounding the window and raises her knees up. She stares out the window but doesn't say a word to me. I sit across from her and wait as the constant drumming of the rain creates a calming rhythm.
"What happened?" I finally ask. When she looks at me with a confused expression, I explain: "I mean downstairs. You were holding my hand and then . . . why did you pull away?" I am embarrassed by the desperation in my voice. I sound too needy, but the words have already been delivered.
"Was it the internship—do you not want me to take it for some reason? You offered to help me before?"
"That's just it, Jennie," she says, and looks out the window again. "I want to be the one to help you, not him."
"Why? It's not a competition, and you were the one who offered first, so thank you." I want to ease her mind on this, even though I don't understand why it matters.
She lets out an exasperated sigh and hugs her knees. Silence hangs between us as we both stare out the window. The wind has picked up, swaying the trees back and forth, and the lightning is more frequent now.
"Do you want me to leave now? I can call Wendy and see if Bambam can pick me up," I whisper. I don't want to leave but sitting in silence with Lisa is driving me insane.
"Leave? How do you get that I want you to leave from me saying I want to help you?" She raises her voice.
"I-I don't know. You aren't speaking to me and the storm is getting worse . . ." I stutter.
"You are maddening, absolutely maddening, Jennie." "How?" I squeak.
"I try to tell you that I . . . that I want to help you and I hold your hand but that doesn't do anything . . . you still don't get it. I don't know what else to do." She puts her face in her hands. She can't possibly mean what I think she does?
"Get what? I don't get what, Lisa?"
"That I want you. More than I have ever wanted anyone or anything in my entire life." She looks away from me.
My stomach flips over and over and my head starts to spin. The air between us has once again shifted. Lisa's unguarded admission hits me hard. Because I want her, too. More than anything.
"I know you don't . . . you don't feel that way, but I . . ." she begins and this time I am the one to cut her off.
I move her hands off her knees and pull them, bringing her to me. She hovers over me, uncertainty clear in her green eyes. I hook my finger into the collar of her shirt and pull her down to me. Eye to eye. She rests her knee beside my thighs on the bench and I look up at her again. She takes a few breaths, her eyes shifting from my lips back to my eyes. Her tongue swipes over her lower lip and I inch closer. I expected her to kiss me by now.
"Kiss me," I beg.
And she moves her head closer, leaning into me. She snakes her arm around my back and guides me down so my back is lying flat on the cushioned bench. I open my legs for her, for the second time today, and she lays her body between them. Her face is inches away from mine when I lift my head up to kiss her. I can't wait any longer. As our lips brush, she gently pulls away, nuzzles her head in my neck, planting a small kiss there, then slowly brings her lips back up. She kisses the corner of my mouth, then my jaw, sending shivers of pleasure through me. Her lips brush over mine once more and she runs her tongue over my bottom lip before closing her lips around mine and opening them again. The kiss is gentle and slow, as she laps her tongue around mine. One of her hands rests on my hip, fisted around the material of my dress where it has bunched up at my thighs. The other hand caresses my cheek as she kisses me; my arms wrap around her back, hugging her tightly to me. Every fiber of me wants to bite her lip, to pull her shirt over her head, but the soft and gentle way she is kissing me feels even better than the usual burn of fire.
Lisa's lips mold to mine, and my hands travel up her back. Her narrow hips grind down on mine, and a whimper escapes my lips. She swallows my gasps as her lips trace mine, movement for movement.
"Oh, Jennie, the things you do to me . . . the way you make me feel," she whispers into my mouth. Her words unravel me and I reach for the hem of her shirt. Her hand travels down from my cheek, to my chest, and down my stomach, where goose bumps are forming on my skin. Her hand moves to the small space between our bodies where my legs are parted, and I gasp as she rubs gently over the lace of my tights. She applies a little more pressure and I groan and arch my back off the bench.
No matter how angry or upset she makes me, one touch from her and I am under her control. But her calm and control seem to be faltering; she is trying to hold on to them, but I can see her resolve crumbling. She brushes her nose against my cheek as I pull her shirt up and over her head. It strains to get over her hair, but she reaches one hand up and tugs it as she lifts off me. She tosses the shirt and immediately dips her head back down and finds my lips once more. I grab her hand and move it back between my thighs; a small chuckle vibrates through her and she looks down at me.
"What do you want to do, Jennie?" Her voice is hoarse.
"Anything," I tell her and mean it. I will do anything with her, and I don't care about the consequences that might come tomorrow. She said she wants me, and I am her to take. I have been since I kissed her that first time.
"Don't say anything, because there are a lot of things I can do to you," she groans and pushes her thumb against my tights and panties. My imagination runs wild with ideas.
"You decide," I moan as she moves her thumb in a circle.
"You're so wet for me I can feel you through the tights." She licks her lips and I moan again. "Let's get these tights off, okay?" she asks, but before I answer she moves off me. Her hands slide up my dress and grab the tights, pulling them down, along with my panties at the same time. The cool air hits me and I buck my hips involuntarily.
"Fuck," she mutters as her eyes rake my body and stop between my legs. Unable to stop herself, she reaches down and slides her finger down my spot. Then she brings her finger to her lips and she sucks on it with hooded eyes. Oh. Watching her sends heat through my whole body.
"Remember when I said I wanted to taste you?" she asks, and I nod. "Well, I want to now. Okay?" Her expression is eager. I am a little embarrassed by the idea, but if it feels as good as her rubbing me at the stream, I want her to. She licks her lips again and bores her eyes into mine. The last time I was going to let her do this, we ended up fighting because she was being cruel. I hope she doesn't ruin it again.
"Do you want me to?" she asks, and I groan. "Please, Lisa, don't make me say it," I beg.
She brings her hand back down to me and runs her fingers along my hips in wide circles. "I won't," she promises. I am relieved. I nod my head and she lets out a breath.
"We should move to the bed so you have more room," she suggests and reaches for my hand. I pull my dress down once I stand up and she smirks at me. She walks to the side of the bay window and pulls a string, setting free thick blue curtains, making the room much darker.
"Take it off," she demands quietly and I do as I am told. The dress pools at my feet and I am left in just my bra. My bra is plain white, with a small bow on the dip between the cups. Her eyes go wide and loiter on my chest, and she reaches out and takes the small bow between her long fingers.
"Cute." She smiles and I cringe. I need to invest in some new underthings if Lisa is going to keep seeing me in them. I try to cover my naked body from her. I am more comfortable with Lisa than I have ever been with anyone, but I am still shy standing here clad in only a bra. I glance toward the door and she pads over to make sure it's locked.
"Are you smirking at me?" I scold and she shakes her head.
"Never." She chuckles and leads me to the bed. "Lie down at the edge of the bed, with your feet on the ground so I can kneel in front of you," she instructs.
I lay back on the large bed and she slides me down by my thighs. My feet dangle but don't reach the floor.
"I never realized how tall the bed is," she says and laughs. "So maybe lie toward the top." I scoot toward the top of the bed and Lisa follows behind. She hooks her arms around my thighs and bends her knees slightly so she is crouched in front of me, between my legs. The anticipation of how this will feel is driving me wild. I wish I had more experience so I would know what to expect.
Lisa's curls tickle my thighs as she lowers her head.
"I'm going to make you feel so good," she mutters against my stomach. My pulse is thrumming through my ears, and I temporarily forget we're in the house with other people.
"Spread your legs, baby," she whispers and I oblige. She gives me a dazed smile and brings her mouth down and kisses just under my belly button. Her tongue swirls around my creamy skin and my eyes flutter closed. She nips at the soft skin covering my hip and I yelp in surprise. She sucks the skin between her lips. It stings, but there is something so sensual about it that I don't mind the pain.
"Lisa, please," I breathe. I need some sort of relief from her slow, teasing torture.
Then, without warning her tongue presses flat against my center, making me cry out in pleasure. She makes small strokes with her tongue, and my hands grip the comforter on the bed. I wriggle underneath her skillful tongue and she wraps her arms tighter, holding me in place. I feel Lisa's finger rubbing along with her tongue's caresses and the burn begins to build in my stomach. I feel the cool metal of her lip ring, which adds a different texture and temperature to the sensation.
Without my permission, Lisa slowly slides a finger inside me, gently easing it in. I clench my eyes closed, waiting for the uncomfortable sting to go away.
"Are you okay?" She lifts her head up slightly, her plump lips glistening from me. I nod, unable to find the words, and she withdraws her finger slowly and slides it back in. It feels incredible in combination with her tongue. I groan and move a hand to her soft hair, threading my fingers through and tugging. Her finger keeps entering me and drawing out slowly. Thunder booms throughout the house, echoing off the walls and all around, but I am too distracted to care.
"Lisa," I moan as her tongue finds that overly sensitive spot and she gently sucks. I never knew that anything could feel this way, this good. My body is overtaken by sensation and pleasure, and I sneak a peak down at Lisa, who looks incredibly sexy between my legs, the hard muscles under her skin contracting as she pumps her finger in and out.
"Should I make you come this way?" she asks. I whimper at the loss of her tongue and nod frantically. She smirks and touches her tongue to me again, this time in flicking motions against that spot that I have come to love, literally.
"Oh, Lisa," I breathe and she groans against me, sending the vibrations straight through my center. My legs stiffen, and I mutter her name repeatedly while I come undone. My vision blurs and I screw my eyes shut. Lisa holds me and flicks her tongue faster. I take one hand from her hair and cover my mouth with it, biting down to ensure I won't scream. Seconds later, my head hits the pillow and my chest is heaving up and down as I try to catch my breath. My body is still tingling from the euphoric state I was just in.
I am barely aware of Lisa's body moving up on the bed and lying next to me. She props herself on her elbow and brings her thumb up to caress my cheek. She lets me come back to reality before trying to make me speak.
"How was that?" she asks, her voice holding a hint of uncertainty as I roll my head to look at her.
"Mmm-hmm." I nod and she chuckles. It was incredible, beyond incredible. Now I know why everyone does this type of stuff.
"That sedated, huh?" she teases. The pad of her thumb brushes my lower lip. I bring my tongue out to wet my lips, and it touches Lisa's thumb.
"Thank you." I smile shyly. I don't know why I feel shy after what we just did, but I do. Lisa has seen me in my most vulnerable state, a state that no one else has, and that terrifies me as much as it excites me.
"I should have warned you before using my fingers. I tried to be gentle," she says in apology.
I shake my head. "It's okay, it felt good." I blush.
She smiles and tucks my hair behind my ear. A small shiver runs down my spine, and Lisa's brows lower. "Are you cold?" she asks and I nod. She surprises me by pulling the side of the comforter over and covering my almost naked body.
Bravery brings me to scoot closer to her. Her eyes regard me carefully as I curl my body and lay my head against the hard surface of her stomach. Her skin is colder than I expected, though the breeze is still floating through the room from the storm. I pull the sheets up and cover her chest, hiding my head underneath. She lifts them up, revealing my face, and I duck away from her, laughing lightly at our little game of hide-and-seek.
I wish I could just lay here with her for hours, feeling her heartbeat against my cheek. "How much longer until we have to go back downstairs?" I ask.
She shrugs. "We should probably go down now before they think we are fucking up here," she jokes and we both laugh a little. I'm getting more and more used to her foul mouth, but it's still a little shocking to hear her say those words so casually. The thing that shocks me the most is the way my skin tingles when she says them.
I groan and climb out of bed. I feel Lisa's eyes on me as I bend down to retrieve my clothes. I toss her her shirt and she pulls it over her head, then ruffles her messy hair. I step into my panties and shimmy them on under her gaze. The tights are next and I almost trip over them as I step into them.
"Stop watching me; it's making me nervous," I tell her, and she smiles, her dimples as prominent as ever.
Her hands slide into her pocket and she looks up at the ceiling. I giggle and finally get the tights up.
"Can you zip my dress once I get it on?" I ask her. Her eyes scan my body and I can see her pupils dilate from three feet away. I glance down and I see why. My breasts are spilling out of my bra and the lace tights hang just above my hips; I suddenly feel like a pinup girl.
"Y-yeah. I. Will help," she says, gulping. It is astounding that someone as pretty handsome—well, as sexy—as Lisa would be as affected by me as she is. I know I'm considered attractive, but I am nothing like the girls she usually messes with. I have no tattoos, no piercings, and I dress conservatively.
I put the dress on and turn away from her, exposing my back to her, waiting for her to zip it up. I lift my hair up and hold it above my head. Her finger grazes along my spine, skipping over my bra strap before she zips the dress. I shiver and lean back against her. I purposely push my behind against her and hear her suck in a breath. Her hands move down to my hips and she squeezes gently. I feel her hardening against me, sending electricity through me for what feels like the hundredth time today.
"Lisa?" Karen's voice calls from the hall as a delicate tapping hits the door, and I become extremely thankful we're both dressed.
Lisa rolls her eyes and brings her lips to my ear. "Later," she promises and walks to the door. She switches on the light before opening it, revealing Karen.
"I am so sorry for intruding, but I made some desserts as well, and thought maybe you two would like some?" she offers sweetly. Lisa doesn't answer her but she looks back at me, waiting for my reply.
"Yes, that would be lovely," I say with a smile and she grins back. "Great! I will see you downstairs," she tells us and turns to walk away.
"I've already had my dessert," Lisa says mischievously, and I swat her arm.