Jennie

I've heard a lot about sex, how it can be good, how it can be bad, how it's messy, and how it's wonderful. I wasn't prepared for how beautiful someone would look with her cock buried inside me, or how strangely delicious it was to feel the stretch and burn of her thrusts.

I really wasn't prepared for how vulnerable Lisa looks as she thrusts carefully, covering my mouth with desperate kisses, and fisting her hands in the sheets.

"Mandu. Baby," she moans, staring between us at the place where we're joined. The thickness of her is almost shocking.

She pulls out suddenly and shimmies down between my thighs. "I need to make you come again," she says, licking me urgently.

Pleasure shoots through me. My sensitized flesh is craving her touch, and she gives me what I need without mercy. My legs shake as my orgasm approaches, and she grips my thighs hard and doubles down. I remind myself to be careful, not to be loud, but then remember where we are and that I can do whatever I want.

I throw my head back with a loud cry and give in to my climax completely.

Lisa moves up my body, and the moment I open my eyes, she plunges into me again. I gasp and wrap my legs around her.

"Can I cum in you?" she asks with a groan, and I nod and capture her face in my hands. I want to see what she looks like in the final moment. I bet she's beautiful.

Lisa groans harder and ups the speed of her thrusts, pulling all the way out and then plunging in again. That must feel insanely good for her because her cheeks flush and her breathing grows harsher. Then she thrusts deep and quickly, her tempo rising until she suddenly cries out.

"Fuck, Mandu."

I feel her whole body go rigid and her cock spasm. Then she slumps slowly down on her elbows and kisses me woozily.

I twine my fingers through her, my left hand and her left hand, and our rings clink softly together. There's a fierce longing in my chest. I want this person all to myself. I don't want to share her with anyone.

"Was it a good first time?" she asks, pulling me tighter against her.

"The best," I whisper, stretching luxuriously and fanning all of my toes.

"I'm glad, my beautiful wife."

We order room service and eat burgers and fries with ketchup in bathrobes while looking out over the city. Only crawling into bed and settling down to sleep in each other's arms when our eyes are heavy.

I'm so glad I ruined Mom's party is the last thing I think before I fall asleep.

In the morning, I wake in Lisa's arms and nuzzle closer to her. She murmurs sleepily, wraps her arms tighter around me, and kisses the top of my head. "Good morning, wifey."

I laugh against her chest, giddy that the fantasy isn't over just yet. Lisa pulls me tight against her hips and I feel how hard she is.

"Let me wash your hair," she says, stroking her fingers through it.

I wriggle against her erection, still feeling too sleepy to get up. "Are you sure you don't want to stay in bed?"

"I can fuck you in the shower," she points out.

And just like that, my pussy is one awake bitch.

The bathroom is huge and luxurious with a walk-in shower that has multiple jets. While she lathers up my hair, she asks me silly questions, like what my favorite odd food combinations are.

"Peanut butter and pickles," I reply.

"You weirdo."

"Oh, yeah? What's your odd combo?"

"I like dipping Oreos in juice, but that's not weird. That's practically gourmet."

"Ewww."

She tickles me, and I screech like a pterodactyl I'm laughing so hard.

It's not until she's rinsing the conditioner from my hair that her cock bumps against my ass and I remember her promise of shower sex. I wriggle against her until she's nestled into my ass.

Lisa groans and kisses my neck. I'm so turned on and wet that when the plush head of her cock slips between my lips, she slides right in.

My palms land flat against the tiles, and I walk my feet apart. One of her large, tattooed hands lands next to mine, and I stare at how perfect we look together as she carefully thrusts into me, her lips against my ear.

"Are you sore, Mandu?"

I shake my head, the water flowing down my skin and around the place where she's thrusting deep inside me.

Lisa groans and starts to fuck me in earnest, her powerful body making smacking sounds with every thrust. I arch back into her grip on my waist.

My clit is right there, and I play with myself, rubbing hard in time with her thrusts. My eyes are closed, and I feel surrounded by Lisa. Cocooned by her. There's only her and me, the sound of rushing water, and the ecstasy that's building inside me.

I come in a joyful rush, the water cool against my hot skin, and then revel in the sensations of Lisa pounding me with pure abandon and coming with a groan in my ear, wringing every last drop of pleasure out of this moment.

Because it's over too soon. The water is turned off. We dry off and get dressed. There's no packing to be done as we didn't bring anything with us, so we share a final kiss behind the closed door, and then leave it all behind.

We hold hands as we ride the elevator down and check out. When we pass through the front doors out into the fresh air, we let go of each other.

Lisa casts me a look that's as wistful as I feel as she digs the valet ticket out of her wallet and her Camaro is brought around.

Back home.

Back to Lisa being my mom's wife.

Back to shitty reality.

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"Where the hell have you two been?"

The moment we enter the house Mom confronts us with tired, angry lines around her eyes. She probably had too much wine, barely any sleep, and she's still in a rage from yesterday.

Her gaze darts from me to Lisa and back again, preternaturally sharp, like she's watching a replay of last night's events just by looking at us.

Behind my back, I pull the ring off my left hand and stick it back on my right. I don't know what to say. I don't know how to act. I totally freeze.

Lisa shrugs casually. "Jennie was upset after the cemetery. She didn't want to come home, so I took her to a hotel."

My eyes nearly bug out of my head. So, we're not bothering to lie? I thought Lisa would spin a tale about her car breaking down in the woods and us shivering under our jackets all night or something.

"Why on earth would Jennie be so upset about something that happened years ago?"

"Maybe you should ask yourself that question, Giulia. You're the one who nearly took yesterday away from her."

Mom glares at her and turns to me. "You're only eighteen. You're still in school and you stayed out all night. I was worried sick."

I pull my phone from my bag, but I haven't missed any calls or messages. "I didn't know you were worried. You didn't call."

"I'm your mother, Jennie. Of course I'm worried." She turns to Lisa. "Someone with a reputation like yours shouldn't be spending the night alone with inexperienced young women."

"Whatever, Giulia. I took my stepdaughter to the cemetery, and then to a hotel and screwed her." Her voice is dripping with scorn even though that's exactly what she did do. With a shake of her head, she turns toward the kitchen. "Who wants coffee? My head is going to explode."

She saunters off without waiting for a reply, leaving Mom and me staring at each other.

"I have my eyes on you, young lady."

My stomach lurches. Can she smell it on me, the sex I had with her wife?

"If I find out that you had anything to do with my party being ruined, I will throw you out of this house so fast your head will spin."

I almost sigh with relief. Oh, yeah. That. Her bringing up the party reminds me of what I overheard between her and my uncles. "It's too late to get rid of me now. Nineteen years too late."

Mom's eyes widen. "Have you been eavesdropping on my private conversations?"

"It's not really eavesdropping if I'm standing in the hall and overhear you against my will. You and my uncles were talking about me at the tops of your voices."

Her mouth works like she's trying to spit out something bitter. "I can't keep you in line any longer. My brothers have been saying for weeks that you need a husband to control you, but I thought it would be better if you finished high school first. As usual, they were right."

"Like they were right that you should have got rid of me? Maybe you let me be born, but you banished me from your heart a long time ago." I throw back at her, and she's astonished that I'm talking back to her.

Then she's livid, and seethes, "You ungrateful child."

Lisa has heard us arguing and she's standing in the doorway. "Giulia, she's eighteen. She's too young to get married."

She shoots her a haughty look. "I was engaged at seventeen. I ate my leftover birthday cake the night before I was married."

"And look how well that marriage turned out for you," Lisa shoots back.

"How dare you! Who are you to lecture me about marriage?"

While they argue, I try to slip away.

"Where do you think you're going, young lady? I have things to discuss with you. Are you going to drop out of school, or would you prefer the wedding to take place after you've graduated? Personally, I don't know why you're still attending classes."

I stare at Mom. I'm still attending classes because I have no idea what I want to do with my life. Maybe I'll attend a community college once I'm out of here. I don't have the grades for the Ivy League or any of the decent schools, but I still want my high school diploma. "Don't tell me you're serious about me getting married?"

Mom gives me a tight, unfriendly smile. "I'm deadly serious. I've had enough of you coming and going as you please and defying me at every turn. We can figure out the details later. Meanwhile, I'll start making calls."

And with that, she turns on her heel and walks smartly upstairs, an expression on her face bordering on spiteful.

She knows I ruined her party.

She can't prove it, but she knows, and this is how I'm being punished.

"Lisa," I whisper, my voice shaking with emotion. "I don't want a husband, especially not one that Mom chooses."

She comes toward me and palms the nape of my neck with her large hand, staring deep into my eyes. "Over my dead body are you getting married. It's not happening."

"What are we going to do?" I'm amazed how natural it suddenly feels to say we. How good it feels, too.

Me and Lisa.

Against Mom.

Against the world.

"I'll think of something. Meanwhile, try not to worry too much. Just focus on school." Lisa darts a quick look around before taking my face between her hands. "And on me."

She covers my mouth with her in a searing kiss that I feel right down to my toes.

"Come on. I'll make us that coffee."

Over the next few days, I live in fear of men arriving unannounced at the house bearing engagement rings. I overhear Mom on the phone asking people about their unmarried sons and brothers. She's got a list on her tablet, and she makes notes as she talks. How much this man earns. How long this one has been divorced.

If I don't sign the marriage certificate, I can't get married. I remind myself of this over and over. It's not like Mom has any leverage over me apart from throwing me out of this house, and I've been half expecting that would happen anyway.

Everywhere I go in this house, I see Lisa or am reminded of the night I spent with her. Her voice rumbles from downstairs when I'm in my room. Her scent lingers in the air when she's not there. I often hear her whistling to herself or playing rock songs on the radio when she's working on her car. There's only one person on earth that I'd even consider marrying, and she's married to someone else.

Miserably, I imagine a future in which I'm married as well, and Lisa and I both sneak around behind our partners' backs. I hate it. I'm already racked with guilt half the time, and I take no pleasure in knowing I'm stealing someone else's person. Yet I can't help wondering when I'll next feel Lisa's powerful arms around me and her tongue in my mouth.

I'm in the middle of some history homework when my bedroom door opens and Lisa enters. She's wearing a loose dark gray shirt with her black jeans, and the soft fabric looks so good against her muscles and accentuates her strong throat.

I wonder if she's about to tell me Mom's set my wedding date when a heated smile slips over her lips. She's here for something else.

Me.

Lisa takes my hand, pulls me to my feet, and kisses me.

"What—"

"Your mom's out," she murmurs between hungry kisses.

Shit, shit, shit. This is so sordid. This is so messed up. But I can feel myself getting hot and wet as her hands rove over my body.

"You let me raw you, baby. You're a risky bitch and that was so hot it's all I can think about. I need to see you brimming with my cum again."

"I'm not risky. I'm on the pill."

She pulls back. "You're on the what?"

"You heard me."

"But you were a virgin."

I shrug. "Plenty of women take the pill to regulate their periods. Plus, it stops my skin from breaking out."

Lisa frowns at me. "Stop taking it."

I laugh, wondering if I heard her right. "What?"

"You heard me. I want to raw you properly."

I glare up at her and hold up fingers as I speak. "One, are you crazy? Scratch that. You're definitely crazy. Two, I could get pregnant. Three, are you freaking crazy?!"

She grins and hooks a finger into the neck of my T-shirt, dragging me closer. "That's so sexy. Say I could get pregnant again."

I swat her hand away. "You're not listening to me."

"I hear you loud and clear, Mandu." Lisa lets go of me and starts going through the drawers in my bedside table. Then she moves on to my chest of drawers, pawing through my underwear and socks and feeling right to the back.

"What are you doing?"

"Looking for your prescription so I can throw it out."

I don't keep my pills there, so I just fold my arms and watch her scattering panties about. As the minutes pass she grows increasingly annoyed.

Finally, she rounds on me. "Where are they?"

"You are unbelievable, Lalisa Manoban. I'm not telling you where my pills are, and I'm not going to stop taking them."

Her smile grows wicked. "C'mon. You love being bad with me."

"That's not bad, that's insane! I could get pregnant."

She groans and slants her mouth over mine. "That's so hot. I want you pregnant. Have my baby and let's run away together."

I try to tell her off, but she grasps the nape of my neck and parts my lips with her tongue, invading my mouth with the determination of a person who's going to get what she wants.

When she fists the waistband of my shorts and pulls them tight against my clit, I moan into her mouth. "You're too much."

"I'll ease it in. I'll be gentle."

She starts to pull my shorts and underwear down. "I'm not talking about your dick. I mean your everything. Your attitude. Your ego. Your crazy ideas."

Lisa gets me out of my clothes and cups my ass in her large hands, pressing me against her hard cock. We're going to get caught. We're so going to get caught, and we're going straight to hell, or to the bottom of the lake with concrete boots or wherever terrible people go when they do things that are really bad.

And wrong.

And twisted.

Lisa presses kisses to my throat, and putting her lips against my ear, she says in a hot, breathy murmur, "Let me fuck you in your bed while your mom is out. I want to blow my load in this pretty snatch of yours."

Mom could come home any minute. I picture myself bent over the mattress with both hands over my mouth while Lisa screws me firmly and thoroughly from behind, her large hands gripping my waist. The fact that we could get caught, the idea of doing something so reckless, has short-circuited my brain.

She walks me back toward the bed, and I know that as soon as she unzips her jeans she's going to be inside me. My core turns molten at the thought as we fall back together on the mattress.

My phone buzzes next to my head and I glance at the screen out of the corner of my eye. There's a message from Mom. Well, shit. This can't be good.

"Wait a sec," I tell Lisa breathlessly, and pick my phone up and hold it up before my face.

Please wear your red slip dress at dinner on Wednesday night. Put some makeup on and do something nice with your hair.

Why? I send back, though I think I already know the answer.

Chanyeol Manoban is coming to dinner with one of his bachelor friends. Kai Jongin.

I must look horrified because Lisa grabs my phone from me and reads the screen.

"Kai Jongin?" she exclaims, her voice ringing in the silence of my bedroom. "That fucking predator?"

"Who's Kai Jongin?"

Her lip curls. "Only one of coldest, most vicious bastards I've ever met. Jesus Christ, your mom must know his reputation. It's like she wants you to get eaten alive, the cruel bitch."

I swallow hard. "Maybe she does. I think she hates me because she knows I ruined her party."

"That stupid party." She takes my phone from my hand and tosses it onto the nightstand. "That goddamn woman. I don't want you thinking about either right now."

She sits up and pulls her shirt over her head, makes a V with her forefinger and middle and points them in her eyes. "Focus on me."

My gaze drifts down her perfect, tattooed body.

God, if she insists.

She pulls off my T-shirt and her jeans and then we're naked together, pressed against each other tightly with our legs tangled together.

I capture Lisa's face in my hands and whimper, "Fuck me like I'm yours."

She drives her thumb into me, and then draws it out, spreading my wetness all around. Then she takes her cock in her hand, lines herself up at my entrance, and thrusts deep inside me.

"You are mine."

I feel the truth of those words at my very core and all the way to the tips of my fingers and toes.

Her.