Chapter 14
Jennie
I was consumed.
By the darkness of my room, the incessant pounding of my heart, the towering mass of Lisa's body as she lowered me down into my sheets. Her rough voice reverberated in my ears, the command low but firm.
"Lie down."
I submitted, and as my back came flush against the mattress, Lisa slid on top of me, nestling her frame between my thighs. The heat of it sent a chill down my arms, one Lisa smiled at before she smoothed her knuckles along my chin.
"Relax," she said. "We're not going all the way tonight."
I frowned, sagging into the sheets as Lisa chuckled and tilted my chin. I was ready to protest, to point out the fact that Kai had my freaking number now and I could be alone with him at any moment, completely unprepared. But before I could argue, Lisa spoke again.
"Don't look so sad, Kitten," she teased, pressing a kiss light as air to my jaw. "There are many things that come before that, and trust me when I say you won't want to skip them."
An embarrassed smile found my lips before she kissed them, and I sucked in a breath, looping my arms around her neck and asking for more. It felt natural now that we'd done it a few times, almost… comforting.
But she broke away all too soon.
"One step at a time, yeah?" she whispered, waiting until I nodded before she descended on me once more.
And with a stroke of her hand along the side of my face, her fingers weaving into the hair at the nape of my neck and holding me still as she kissed me again, I surrendered.
A long, heady breath left me, and I opened my mouth to let Lisa slide her tongue inside. Just like at the party, a jolt of electricity shot straight between my legs, something pulsing there like a heartbeat.
I whimpered at the feel of it, and she pulled back from the kiss enough to hear the full sound from my lips.
"Why does that feel so good?" I breathed, my eyes still closed as Lisa's tongue lashed out against mine again.
"Do you want the science of it, or the layman's terms?"
I bit my lip against a smile as she kissed down my neck, and her hips rolled between mine, striking me with that hot spark of electricity again.
"Both."
A low rumble of a laugh vibrated at my throat.
"When we kiss, your brain lets off a cocktail of chemicals," she whispered, crawling her kisses back up until she claimed my mouth. "But it's not really about them. It's about what they're telling you."
"Which is?"
She nosed my chin, nipping at my neck. "You tell me."
I let out a breath of a laugh, wriggling beneath her as she sucked the skin at my neck, one hand steadying her while the other trailed down the length of my arm. Her fingertips were so gentle, fluid — like ice skaters performing in front of a crowd. They ran all the way down to where I fisted her shirt before they skated back up.
And then she pulled back.
"What?" I breathed, eyes hooded.
"Tell me," she said again.
I flushed. "I can't… I don't know…"
Lisa's eyes stayed locked on mine, hand framing my neck once more. But this time, her thumb came to rest on my lower lip, just like it had that night at the club when we went to watch Kai. Her eyes fell to where her thumb rested, and she smoothed the pad of it over my slick lip before dragging it down, pulling my lip along with it.
"Tell me what you feel," she demanded again.
"Excited," I breathed, chest heaving at the admission. "And… hot."
"Hot," she echoed with a satisfied grin, and once again that hand of hers trailed down, but this time, not over my arm. She slid it along the length of my throat, just the tiniest amount of pressure there before she continued lower, over my collarbone, my chest, and finally, palmed my breast through the thin tank top I wore.
The thin tank top with nothing else underneath it.
My nipple puckered even more at the connection, and Lisa groaned her approval, thumbing it through the thin cotton fabric. A pang of white hot shot from that point of contact right between my legs, and I cried out, arching into the touch and pulling away from it both at once.
"That warmth is desire," she explained, rolling her thumb around my nipple again. "You're turned on."
"Yes," I breathed. Then, I rolled my lips together, fighting for the words. "How do I make you feel that?"
Lisa laughed, the sound low and delicious in my ear. Her palm left my breast, cold air sweeping in to take its place as she reached down for my hand. Threading her fingers around mine, she slowly slid my hand along her stomach, and I felt every ridge and valley of her abdomen on the way down.
Until she cupped my hand in her, guiding my palm down to where her thick, solid erection strained against her sweatpants.
"Fuck," I whispered when I felt it, when Lisa groaned and flexed into my touch. I couldn't help but wrap around it as best I could with the sweatpants in the way, and Lisa dropped her forehead to mine, swallowing.
"There's your answer, Kitten," she husked.
She was turned on. Her skin was blistering hot just like mine.
Because of me.
The power of that truth surged through me like a tidal wave, and I tilted my lips up to meet hers, to moan into her mouth as I rubbed my palm along her length. It twitched at the contact, and my mouth watered, like I wanted to taste it, like I wanted to know what it felt like going down my throat.
I blame the dirty books.
With a groan, Lisa lowered herself, taking her mouth from mine and her cock out of reach with one movement.
I pouted, but she only smiled, shaking her head like I was going to be the death of her. "I need to focus," she explained.
"On wha—"
But I didn't have time to finish, because in the next breath, Lisa ran her hand under the hem of my tank top, pushing it up and over the swells of my breasts. It was brute force, the fabric shoved up around my neck and my breasts exposed without warning. The cool air had my nipples peaked, along with the way Lisa's eyes swam over them, taking in every inch of them before her palm found me again.
A breathy hiss left me at the touch, at how tightly my thigh muscles clenched when her hand touched me there. I pushed up into the pillows so I could watch, so I could see her thumb swiping over the top of my light mauve bud.
"It's like… sparks," I tried to explain through my panting, and Lisa smirked, circling my nipple with her thumb as I whimpered and writhed.
"Some girls like it, some girls don't," she said. "How does it feel?"
"Hot."
She chuckled. "Good hot, or bad hot?"
I considered the question, not really sure. It was a little of both, like touching my tongue to an acidic battery or a copper penny. It shocked me, and felt uncomfortable, but at the same time, I liked it.
At least, I thought.
When I didn't answer, Lisa settled lower between my legs, her chest pressed against my aching core now as she balanced on her elbows.
"Close your eyes," she said.
I did, releasing a long breath.
And then, her mouth was on me.
I gasped, the sensation rocking through me violently as her tongue swirled over my nipple.
"Lisa," I breathed, and without meaning to, my hands shot for her hair, and I held on like those strands were reins.
"Good or bad?" she asked again.
"Good," I breathed out, wetting my lips. "Very good."
She smiled against my breast, and then her tongue was dancing, circling and flicking as little shots of electricity bolted down between my legs. Then, she sucked my nipple between her teeth, nipping so gently I barely registered it before she released me.
"Is that okay?"
"God, yes," I breathed, hands fisting in her hair, and she kissed a line of sweet, tender kisses across the middle of my chest until she took my other nipple between her teeth, spreading the love.
It felt like hours of that torture, her lips moving from one to the other, tongue never tiring, and when she finally crawled back up to take my mouth with those beautiful lips again, I held her to me, arching into her, wanting to praise her like a saint.
"That was amazing," I breathed. "Now what the hell do I do to you?"
Lisa barked out a laugh, but it faded quickly, her Adam's apple bobbing in her throat as she rolled over onto her back. She kept her eyes on me, but I couldn't help but watch her hands where they lowered, thumbs sliding under the band of her sweatpants. She pushed into her heels, lifted her hips, and tugged them down below her knees before kicking them the rest of the way off.
My eyes grew wide, and Lisa paused with her thumbs in the band of her briefs next.
"You okay?"
"Take your briefs off, Lisa," I said, practically panting as I waited for her to free the beast straining against the black fabric.
A light chuckle left her, and then she did as I asked, and when her erection sprang free, I actually salivated.
I'd never seen one in real life, never known anything other than what I'd glimpsed on raunchy television shows or the occasional porn I indulged in. But I'd read about them. I'd felt my body heating as the authors described the swollen tip, the veiny shaft, the thick base with tufts of hair.
None of it compared.
I reached for her automatically, but her hand snapped out, capturing my wrist and halting me.
"Touch yourself first."
I balked. "Wh-what?"
Lisa moved my hand to my stomach, pushing it down under the hem of my sweatpants as my eyes fluttered at the sensation. She wasn't even touching me yet. It was my own damn hand.
But her was on top of it.
She lined up her fingers with mine, the pad of her pushing into my nail, and she ran my hand along the length of my vagina, slipping one finger between the folds.
"Are you wet?" she asked.
I nodded, unable to form words.
"Coat yourself in it," she instructed. "Slick your hand with your wetness, and then let me feel it."
My next swallow was rough, like I'd taken too big of a bite — and maybe I had. Maybe I'd bitten off entirely more than I could chew, but God did it feel good to have her eyes on me, her hands, her mouth.
I'd debate the consequences later.
I did as she said, and my body heated more and more each time my palm slicked over my clit. Lisa helped my hand glide back and forth, drenching my fingers and palm, and then she removed our hands from beneath my pants and moved them over to her.
I leaned up on my elbow, watching as she wrapped my hand around her base.
The second I touched her, she groaned, squeezing her eyes shut and falling back into the pillows.
I ripped my hand away. "Oh, God. Did I hurt you? Did I fuck up?"
"No," she panted, grabbing my hand and moving it back. "It feels good," she breathed, and then a soft curse left her lips as she helped me slide my fist over her shaft. "So fucking good."
I lit up under the praise, mirroring what she'd done. I ran my slick palm up to her mushroom tip, applying light pressure as I slicked it all the way down to her base again. Another moan of satisfaction rewarded me, and she flexed her hips into my touch.
"More."
I squeezed tighter on the next roll down, and she cursed, nodding and flexing into my hand again. She was so thick I could barely get my hand all the way around her, and the thought of taking her inside me both excited and terrified me.
"The tip is really sensitive," she tried to explain through her panting, her chest heaving with every new roll of my hand over her. "You want to touch it, yes, but not too much, not too aggressively."
I nodded, taking mental notes as I slicked her head before moving to her shaft.
"Just like every girl is different, every guy is, too. Some want it slow, some fast, some like light pressure, others like harder."
"What about these?" I asked, dipping my hands down beneath her shaft without warning.
She jumped as I cupped her balls, cursing as her eyes flew open and she rolled, pinning me into the sheets.
"Oh, God. Bad?" I asked, panicked. Hadn't the books said those were good?
Lisa heaved a laugh, shaking her head before she dropped her forehead to mine. "Good," she breathed. "At least, for me."
"Then why did you stop me?"
"Because I don't want to come before the lesson is over."
I bit my lip, and Lisa kissed my shy smile before rolling over to the right of me. She balanced herself on one elbow, the free hand trailing down and drawing a line from one of my hips to the other.
I shivered under the touch, eyes floating up to meet hers.
She swallowed, dipping just the tip of her fingers beneath the band of my sweats. "Can I touch you, Jennie?" she whispered.
I'd never known such simple words could unravel me.
I nodded, and just like she had, I lifted my hips, using the arm not trapped beneath her to help her push my sweats down. I wasn't wearing anything underneath them, and Lisa's nose flared at the sight of me bare before her.
"I didn't… I wasn't sure if I was supposed to like… shave or something. Of course, I didn't think we'd be… I usually just have this little strip," I explained, cheeks flooding with heat the longer Lisa stared between my legs. I bent my knees together. "I can jump in the shower real quick and—"
"Stop," she told me, catching my knees before they could meet in the middle. She lightly pressed against the inside of my left one until I opened again, and her hand slowly trailed down my inner thigh toward the apex.
She swallowed, pulling her gaze up to meet mine.
"You're perfect," she breathed.
I wasn't allowed the opportunity to refute that claim, not before her attention was back between my legs, and her hand slid farther up.
She cupped me.
Gentle at first, and then firmer, the whole heat of her palm covering me as I gasped for air.
"God, you are wet," she husked, gliding her fingers between my lips as I rolled my hips involuntarily. "This is so fucking hot, Kitten."
All I could do was hold onto her, one hand fisting in the back of her shirt while the other twisted in the sheets.
"Has anyone done this to you?" she asked, the heel of her palm rubbing against me lightly as she slipped her middle finger a little deeper between my folds.
"Just me," I breathed.
Lisa paused, her eyes finding mine. "Are you sure—"
"Do it," I begged, rolling my hips again. "Please, Lisa." I covered her hand with mine just like she'd done with me before, pressing her finger deeper until the tip of it touched my entrance.
We both hissed a breath then, and I pulled my hand back, searching her eyes as she hovered over that spot.
Her irises flared, pupils dilating a bit as they flicked between mine. "Please tell me if it hurts."
I nodded, and Lisa took a long, deep breath, her eyes staying locked on mine.
And she pushed.
The tip of her slipped inside me, making my lips part and my breath catch. She withdrew it again, only to slide it in deeper, up to her first knuckle this time.
Slowly, again and again, she withdrew and pushed until I stretched bit by bit for her and let her inside. When she finally pressed all the way in, pushing that finger inside me and curling into a spot that made me see stars, I cried out her name.
It did hurt. But then again, it didn't. It was like picking at a scab, painful but satisfying, and I only wanted more.
My hands found her hair, guiding her mouth down to mine. I needed to kiss her. I needed to feel her encompassing every inch of me.
She obliged.
That torturous tongue of her slipped inside my mouth, a long swipe of it timed just right with her finger gliding inside me and curling again. This time, she left it there, deep inside me, and wiggled it.
"Oh, God," I breathed into her mouth. "I… what is…"
My next gasp for air stole the words, and Lisa held me tighter to her as she withdrew and slipped inside me again. This time it felt like… more. Full. I was full, and stretched, that bit of pain battling with the pleasure until pleasure won out and consumed my entire being.
I rocked against her touch, even more so when the heel of her hand pressed against my clit and rubbed it in time with her fingers working inside me. That heat that had been building seared white hot and dangerous, like a literal fire was building from the depths of my core.
"Lisa," I warned, scared of it, of how it built and built and flooded me and… something… something was happening.
"Let go," she said, capturing her mouth with mine. Her fingers worked inside me, pushing and curling, her palm slicking against my sensitive peak.
I shook my head, terrified, but that fear was snuffed out in the next moment by rolling waves of delectation. I whimpered into her mouth, and those little cries turned into moans that grew louder and louder as I shook and writhed and clung to her. It was as if every sense I had was zeroed in on where she touched me, and they all rejoiced at once. I felt and tasted and smelled everything and nothing all at once. A black hole of pleasure — that's what it was.
It was violent and all-consuming for what felt like the shortest minute of my life, and then it slowly faded, even as I tried to grapple and hold onto it.
"No," I whimpered as the last of it faded, and Lisa laughed against my mouth, kissing me as her fingers stilled within me.
"Don't worry, Kitten," she whispered. "There are plenty more orgasms where that came from."
I gasped. "Is that what that was?"
"Wait," Lisa said, pulling back so she could see my eyes. "Was that the first time?"
I flushed. "I mean… I've… you know I've done that a few times to myself but… never… never that."
Lisa's brows bent together, and she shook her head. "Jesus, Jennie… I didn't know. I…" She swallowed. "Thank you. For trusting me."
I smiled. "Thank you for the lesson."
I leaned up onto my elbows as she carefully removed her fingers from inside me, and I shuddered at the loss.
"Although," I said. "It's not over yet."
I reached for her, paused, and then reached between my own legs, instead, remembering how she'd wanted my hand to be wet before I touched her. I gasped when I felt just how wet I was, even more excited to coat her with it and bring her the same pleasure.
But it was almost too wet.
I frowned, bringing my fingertips up so the light of the television reflected on them.
And then promptly shrieked in horror.
"Oh, GOD!" I balked, panicking when I realized the same crimson liquid that covered my fingers also covered Lisa's.
"Hey, it's okay," she said, holding up that bloody hand as if to soothe me. "It happens. It's natural."
"I bled on you," I whisper-shrieked. Immediately, I jumped out of bed and ran to the bathroom. "Oh my God."
Frantically, I turned on the faucet and doused my hand, scrubbing it with soap and hot water until the blood was gone. I grabbed a washcloth next, soaking it and turning to run it into the room for Lisa, but I slammed into her in the process.
Her hands framed my arms. "Whoa."
"Here," I said, shoving the warm rag at her as I squeezed my eyes shut. "I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry."
"Hey—"
"I'm so embarrassed. You must be so grossed out. Oh, God."
"Kitten," Lisa said, firmer, her clean hand tapping under my chin. She waited until I opened my eyes, until she was looking down into them with her eyes. "It's just a little blood. It's not gross. It's natural. It doesn't freak me out. I feel fucking honored that you let me be the one to touch you like that for the first time. Okay?"
I closed my lips, swallowing, frowning, freaking the fuck out.
"Okay?" she asked again.
I nodded, though I didn't quite feel it. But it was enough for Lisa to release me, to take the wet cloth from my hands. She slipped behind me and quickly washed her hands while I stood there staring like an idiot.
Then, she slowly approached me, like I was a wild animal ready to bolt. Her hands found my waist.
My still bare waist.
She slid her hands up my ribcage next, catching my tank top, and I lifted my arms for her to slip it over my head.
"Shower with me," she said.
It wasn't a question or a request, but a command.
I turned on the water, waiting until it ran hot before I pulled the plug to turn the water to the shower head. Grabbing two towels, I placed them on the lid of the toilet before stepping in, and Lisa slipped in behind me.
The water ran hot down my back as she pulled me into her, the front of her lined up against the back of me, and I could feel how hard she still was, the ridge of her shaft pressing against my ass.
"Lisa," I breathed, reaching behind me, but she stopped me before I could reach her.
"Not tonight," she said.
"But I need to learn." I twisted in her arms, and wasn't prepared for the sight that met me. The soft light of the bathroom, the shade from the shower curtain, the water running In rivulets down her arms, her chest, her abdomen…
"I promised I'd teach you, didn't I?" She arched a brow.
I sighed. "Yes."
"Then, I will. But not tonight. Tonight," she said, pulling me into her and bopping my nose with her fingertip. "We celebrate your first orgasm."
I rolled my lips, but the laugh bubbled out of me before I could stop it. I buried my face in her chest, peeking up at her through the steam gathering around us.
"I think orgasms might be my new favorite thing."
"Better than the books?" she asked with a smirk.
I pressed up onto my toes. "So much better," I answered, and then, even though the lesson was over, I wrapped my arms around her neck and pulled her mouth to mine. Sliding my tongue against her lips until she opened, I met her tongue with my own, moaning at how it felt — the hot water and her hot kiss.
Recognition hit me, and my eyes shot open wide before I ripped back.
"Ah… sorry," I said, tucking my hair behind one ear. "Getting greedy."
The joke fell flat, and I cringed at myself as I turned toward the shower head, reaching to the shelf behind it for my body wash.
"I'll let you get cleaned up," she said, and I felt the cool air of the bathroom sweep in as she let herself out.
I internally groaned. I'd quite literally scared her out of the shower with that kiss, one that didn't need to happen. No one was around to witness it. It wasn't a show for anyone. And we were done with tonight's… lesson.
I'd done it just because I wanted to.
Embarrassment licked at my neck, but panic rose on its heels at the thought of Lisa leaving while I was in the shower. I didn't know why, but I didn't want her to go. Not yet.
"Lisa!"
I grabbed the curtain and fisted it back just in time to see her wrapping her body in a towel. She turned, running a hand through her damp hair, the vision like a book cover and a Ralph Lauren ad all at once.
"Yeah?"
I swallowed. "Stay?"
A soft smile spread on her lips as she exhaled. "Yeah."
I smiled back, hoping she saw the relief that brought me before I closed the curtain again. I slathered myself with body wash, careful as I cleansed between my legs, and cringing a bit at the red that rinsed down the drain when I did.
But once I was clean, the hot water running down my back, my body completely sated and sore… I covered my mouth with my hand, shaking my head as another smile bloomed like a rose on my swollen lips.
I had my first orgasm.
And all I could think was that I couldn't wait for the next one.