Jennie's POV
Lisa's fingers trail farther up my shirt, causing my breath to quicken. A smile creeps onto her beautiful face as she becomes aware.
"One touch and you're already panting," her raspy voice whispers. She leans over, moving my feet off her lap so that she can bring her mouth to my neck. Her tongue makes a flat stripe down my neck and I quiver. My fingers thread into her curls and I tug as she nips at my skin. One of her hands slides down in between my legs but I grab her wrist to stop her.
"What's wrong?" she asks.
"Nothing . . . I just thought that I would do something for you this time?"
I look away, but her fingers cup my chin so I am forced to make eye contact with her. She tries to hide her smirk, but I catch her.
"And what would you like to do for me?"
"Well . . . I thought I could, you know, what you said the other day?" I don't know why I am so shy with words when Lisa says anything and everything she is thinking, but the words "blow job" are not in my vocabulary.
"You want to suck my cock?" she asks, clearly surprised.
I am officially horrified. Yet somehow turned on. "Um . . . yeah. I mean if you want me to?" I hope as our relationship progresses I will be able to say these things to her. I would love to be comfortable enough with Lisa to be able to feel that sort of bravery, to tell her exactly what I want to do to her.
"Of course I want you to. I've wanted your lips around me since I first saw you." I'm oddly flattered by her crude remark, but then she asks, "Are you sure, though? Have you ever . . . even seen a dick before?"
I'm sure she knows the answer to that; maybe she's just trying to get me to say it?
"Of course I have. Not a real one, but pictures, and I once walked in on the neighbor watching a naughty movie," I tell her and she stifles a laugh. "Stop laughing at me, Lisa," I warn her.
"I'm not, baby, I'm sorry. It's just I have never met anyone who has such little experience. It's a good thing, though, I swear. Sometimes your innocence just throws me off a bit. But with that being said, it's a huge turn-on that I am the only one who has ever made you come, yourself included." She doesn't laugh this time, which makes me feel better.
"Okay . . . so let's get started."
She smiles and runs her thumb along my cheek. "So sassy, I like it," she says and stands up.
"Where are you going?" I ask her and she smiles. "Nowhere, I am just taking my pants off."
"I wanted to do that," I say with a pout and she chuckles and tugs her pants back up.
"Here ya go, babe." She puts her hands on her hips.
I smile and move forward, pulling her pants down. Should I pull down her boxers, too? Lisa takes a step back and puts her heels against her bed before sitting down. I drop to my knees in front of her and she takes a deep breath.
"Come closer, babe."
I scoot closer and place my hands on her bent knees. "Are you okay?" she asks carefully.
I nod and she pulls me up by my elbows.
"Let's just kiss for a minute, okay?" she suggests and pulls me on top of her.
I have to admit I'm relieved. I still want to do this, I just need a minute to process, and kissing will make me more comfortable. She kisses me, slowly at first, but within seconds the electricity builds and takes over me. I grip her arms hard under my fingertips and rock back and forth on her lap. The bulge in her thin boxers grows and I tug gently on her hair. I wish I would have worn a skirt so I could lift it up and feel her against me . . . I'm shocked by my own thoughts as I reach down and palm her through her boxers.
"Fuck, Jennie. If you keep doing that, I will come in my boxers again," she moans and I stop, climbing off her. I move to get on my knees again.
"Take your jeans off," she instructs, and I nod before unbuttoning them and sliding them down my legs. Feeling brave, I pull my shirt over my head and toss it aside. Lisa takes her lip between her teeth as I move back down in front of her. My fingers grip the waistband of her boxers and tug as she lifts off the bed enough for me to pull them down.
I can feel my eyes widen and hear my own gasp as Lisa's manhood comes into view. Wow, it's big. Much bigger than I expected. How am I going to even get it into my mouth?
I stare for a few seconds until I reach out and touch it with my index finger. Lisa chuckles as it moves slightly but bounces right back.
"How . . . I mean . . . what should I do first?" I stutter. I am intimidated by the size of her, but I want to do this.
"I'll show you. Here . . . wrap your fingers like last time . . ."
My fingers go around her and I wiggle them a little. The skin covering her is much softer than I expected. I know I'm poking it and examining it like a science project, but this is so new to me, it almost feels like one.
I grip it lightly and move my hand up and down slowly. "Like this?" I ask, and Lisa nods, her chest rising and falling.
"Now . . . just put your mouth around it. Not all of it, well, if you can . . . but just put as much as you can."
I take a deep breath and lean down. Opening my mouth, I take her in, only about halfway. She hisses and her hands move to my shoulders. I pull back slightly and taste something salty. Is that come already? The taste goes away and I move my head up and down. Some instinct that I wasn't aware of tells me to move my tongue up and down her shaft as I move.
"Holy fuck. Yeah, like that," Lisa groans and I repeat the action. Her grip on my shoulders tightens, and her hips rock upward to meet my mouth. I push myself farther, taking almost all of her in, and look up at her. Her eyes are rolled to the back of her head and she looks heavenly. The lean muscle underneath her tattooed skin is pulling, making the script across her ribs move slowly. I turn my focus back to sucking and move a little faster.
"Use your hand on . . . on the rest . . ." she gasps and I oblige. My hand moves up and down on the bottom of her as my mouth works the top. I suck my cheeks in and she groans again.
"Fuck . . . fuck. Jennie. I am . . . I am so close," she says, straining. "If you don't want it in your mouth . . . then . . . you . . . have to stop."
I look up at her, keeping her in my mouth. I love the way she is losing control because of me.
"Shit . . . keep looking . . . at me." Her body tenses as she watches me. I bat my eyelashes, giving the full effect. Lisa curses my name repeatedly, beautifully, and I feel a slight jerk in my mouth and a warm, salty liquid shoots down my throat in short spurts. I gag and pull back. It didn't taste as bad as I thought it would, but it definitely doesn't taste good. Her hands move from my shoulders to my cheeks.
She's out of breath and dazed. "How . . . was it?"
I climb off my knees and sit next to her on the bed. Her arms wrap around me and she lays her head on my shoulder. "I thought it was nice," I say, and she laughs.
"Nice?"
"It was fun, sort of. To see you that way. And it didn't taste as bad as I thought," I confess. I should be embarrassed that I just admitted to liking it, but I'm not. "How was it for you?" I ask nervously.
"I was so very pleasantly surprised—the best head I have ever gotten."
I blush at her words. "Sure it was." I laugh. I appreciate her trying to make me feel better about my lack of experience.
"No, really. The way you are so . . . pure, it does something to me. And fuck, when you looked up at me—"
"Okay! Okay!" I cut her off and wave my hand at her. I don't want to relive every detail of my first time doing this. She chuckles and gently pushes me back against the mattress.
"Now let me make you feel as good as you did me," she growls in my ear and sucks the skin on my neck. Her fingers hook into my panties and tug them down. "Do you want my finger or my tongue?" she whispers seductively.
"Both," I answer and she smiles.
"As you wish." She dips her head down. I whimper and tug at her hair again. I do that a lot to her, but she seems to like it. My back arches off the bed, and within minutes I'm in a completely euphoric state, calling Lisa's name as I come undone.
AFTER MY BREATHING SLOWS, I sit up and bring my fingers to trace the dark ink on her chest. She watches me carefully but doesn't stop me. She stays quiet as she lies down next to me, letting me enjoy my sedated state.
"No one has ever touched me this way," she says, and I swallow all the questions I want to ask her. Instead of interrogating her. I give her a small smile and a quick kiss on her chest.
"Stay with me tonight?" she asks and I shake my head.
"I can't; tomorrow is Monday and we have classes." I want to stay with her but not on a Sunday.
Her look is soft. "Please."
"I don't have any clothes to wear tomorrow."
"Wear those; please stay with me. Just one night. I promise you will make it to your classes on time."
"I don't know . . ."
"I will even make sure you get there fifteen minutes early and have enough time to stop by the coffeehouse and meet Jisoo," she says and my lips part.
"How do you know I do that?"
"I watch you . . . I mean not all the time. But I notice you more than you think," she tells me and my heart swells. I'm falling for her, hard and fast.
"I'll stay," I tell her but hold my hand up to continue. "On one condition."
"What's that?"
"Come back to Literature," I ask, and she raises her eyebrow. "Done."
I smile at her simple answer and she pulls me closer to her chest.