JENNIE
4:37 p.m., that same day
"Is that the soap? Don't slip on the soap."
"I won't slip on the soap."
"I don't want you to slip. Be careful."
"I won't slip on the soap. Now turn back around and be quiet."
"Quiet? Not possible, not when you…mmm…and then when you…ooohhh…and then when you—ow, that hurt, Lisa. You okay back there?"
"I slipped on the soap."
I started to turn around to see if she was indeed okay when she suddenly pressed me up against the shower wall, holding my hands flat against the tile. Lips tickled and water sprinkled down my skin and across my shoulders as her body flexed against mine. Thoughts of runaway soap slipped from my mind as she slipped inside me, hard and thick and delicious. My breath left me in a gasp, amplified by the tile walls, made sexy by the water falling, and quickly followed by another gasp as she proceeded to thrust into me, achingly slowly and purposefully, her hands now gripping my hips.
I threw my head backward, turning my face to find the sight of Lisa, naked and wet. Her brow was furrowed, mouth open as she invaded completely and without apology. I spiraled fast, awareness and clear thought narrowing down to a pinpoint before exploding, wordless words falling out of my mouth and down to the water, circling the drain.
Now that O was back, she didn't dally. So far, at least, she arrived promptly and without question, shattering the memory of days and weeks and months of waiting and crying, begging and pleading. She'd rewarded me with a steady, constant parade that left me scrambled and silly, boneless and ready for more.
Groaning into my ear, shivering and pulsing, Lisa failed to slow her roll. She knew inherently, as I knew, that her girl was good for a few more.
And so, with agonizing dexterity, she planted a wet kiss on my neck, left my body, spun me quickly, and was back inside before I could say, "Hey, where'd you go?"
"Nowhere, Nightie Girl, not anytime soon," she muttered, roughly grabbing my bottom and lifting me against the wall, using her weight to crush me against the tile, holding me to her and holding me inside. Her body flexed while mine flattened, our slippery skin feeling indescribable against each other. How had I stayed away from this person as long as I had? No matter. She was here, inside me, and about to deliver another O parade throughout. I pressed back against her just enough, opening the space between us just enough to gaze down, lust clouding my vision but not so much that I couldn't see her entering me, over and over again, filling me up like no one ever had.
Now glancing down herself to see what had me so transfixed, she was captivated as well, and a sound rather like "Mmph" left her mouth. Her movements sped up, chasing it down, that feeling, that tipping point that felt so close to pain and so close to perfection. Those brown eyes, now filled with lust and fire, flew back up to mine as we both threw ourselves off that cliff again together.
Seizing. Freezing. Locked and unloaded. We came together with a roar and a grunt and a groan that left my throat raw and my hoohah thrilled.
Thrilled hoohah…what a great name for a…Mmmm…
--
6:41 p.m.
Walking around my apartment in only a towel, dodging flour piles and raisin clumps, Lisa was a sight to behold. When she skidded on a patch of marmalade and bumped into the counter, I laughed so hard I had to sit down on the couch. She now stood in front of me with a slice of zucchini bread as I laughed, an amused look on her face. I continued to laugh, and my towel slipped down, revealing more than a little of my assets. At the sight of boobs, two things happened. Her eyes popped, and something else popped. Popped out. I raised an eyebrow at this latest development.
"You realize you are turning me into some kind of machine?" she noted, nodding down at her HiThere poking through the towel. Lisa took the time to place her zucchini bread safely on the coffee table.
"How cute is that? It's like poking the head out from behind a curtain!" I clapped my hands.
"You may not be aware, but as a general rule, no one likes the word cute in the same sentence as junk."
"But that's cute—uh-oh, where'd go?"
"Shy now. Still not cute, but shy."
"Shy, my ass. That wasn't so shy in the shower a little bit ago."
"Needs the ego stroked."
"Wow."
"No, really. I think you'll find that is quite receptive to stroking."
"Now see, I was thinking maybe it just needed a good tongue lashing, but if you think stroking will suffice…"
"No, no, I think a tongue lashing is quite in order. —God damn, Jennie!" I leaned in, brought the shy one forth, and immediately surrounded her with my mouth. Feeling her grow harder still, I settled myself on the edge of the couch, wrapped my arms around her and dropped the towel. Pulling her closer, and therefore deeper into me, I hummed in satisfaction as I felt her hands come up into my hair and trace my face. Reverently, she placed her fingers on my eyelids, cheeks, temples, finally burying one hand in my hair and the other, well, wow. she held herself. As I concentrated all my attention on the tip of her, she stroked herself at the base, something that was quite possibly the sexiest thing I'd ever seen. Seeing her hand, wrapped around herself as she moved in and out of my mouth…
oh my.
Sexy isn't the right word for it. It is inadequate in the face of the pure erotica playing out in front of me. And speaking of in front of me, I hummed again in appreciation, feeling myself getting worked up just at the play my mouth was getting. Lucky mouth.
I fell back against the couch and pulled Lisa with me. She responded by using both hands to brace against the back of the couch, thrusting in and out of my mouth with conviction. The angle allowed her to penetrate more deeply, and made it easier for me to take more of her in. I grabbed her backside, feeling the thril of attending to her, knowing it was me, only me, who got to have her in this way.
I could feel her getting close. I was already beginning to know her tells intimately. I wanted her again. I was selfish this way. Releasing her with a final strong pull, I pushed her down on to the couch and straddled her. Feeling me against her, she thrust upward as I sank down, and there was that moment—you know that moment? When everything feels stretched and pulled in the most delicious way? Your body reacts: something that shouldn't be inside is now inside and for a split second, it's alien, unknown. And then your skin senses a returning champion, your muscle memory takes over, and then it's so good, that feeling of full ness, of wonder and awe.
And then you begin to move.
Grabbing her shoulders for leverage, I rolled my hips into her, noticing not for the first time that she'd been intelligently designed with my exact measurements in mind. She fit inside me perfectly, two halves of a whole, some kind of sexual Lego. She sensed it too, I could tell.
She placed her hand flat against my chest, directly on top of my heart. "Stunning," she whispered as I rode her, sweet and hot. she kept my heart in her hand as I rocked into her, her other hand on my hip, guiding me, positioning me, feeling me attend to us both. She struggled to stay with me, to keep her eyes open as her release rushed in. I took her hand from my heart and placed it further down, where she began to trace those damnable perfect circles.
"Jesus, Lisa…oh, God…so…soooo good…I…mmm…"
"I love watching you fall apart," she groaned, and I did. And she did. And we did.
I collapsed into her, watching until the room stopped spinning and the feeling returned to my fingers and toes, warmth snaking through my body as she held me to her.
"Tongue lashing. What an idea." she snorted, and I giggled.
--
8:17 p.m.
"Ever think about changing the paint color in here?"
"Are you serious?"
"What? Maybe a lighter shade of green? Or even a blue? Blue might be nice. I'd love to see you surrounded by blue."
"Do I tell you how to take pictures?"
"Well, no…"
"Then don't tell me how to pick paint colors. And as it happens, I'm planning to change the palette in here, but it's going darker. Deeper, you might say."
"Deeper, you say? How's this?"
"That's pretty good. Mmm, that's really good. Anyhow, as I was saying, I'm thinking of maybe a deep slate gray, with a new creamy sugar marble countertop, deepening the cupboards to a rich, dark mahogany. Holy shit, that feels good."
"Noted. Deeper is good, and very deep is even better. Can you put your foot on my shoulder?"
"Like that?"
"Christ, Jennie, yes, like that. So…new countertop, you say? Marble might be a little cold, don't you think?"
"Yes, yes, yes! What? I mean, what? Cold? Well, since I'm not usually laid out like a jelly roll on the counter, the cold won't bother me. Besides, marble countertops are the best for rolling out dough."
"Don't," she warned, turning her face to kiss the inside of my ankle.
"Don't what, Lisa?" I purred, my breath hitching as I felt her pace begin to quicken slightly, unnoticeable to anyone but me, the one she was currently inside of.
"Don't try to distract me with dough talk. It won't work," she instructed, letting go of the countertop with her left hand and running it lightly over my breasts, back and forth, teasing my nipples into hard peaks with her fingertips.
A frantic energy began to settle low, low in my hips and in my thighs, the pit of my stomach and points in between. "No dough talk? No dirty dough talk for Lisa? Mmm, but don't you think a little distraction is good from time to time? I mean, can't you just imagine me, bent over the countertop, working so hard for you…" I trailed off, running my fingers through her hair, bending her to me to kiss her with a wet mouth, tongue and lips and teeth intent on bringing her deeper into me.
I was perched on the edge of my kitchen island, very much naked, as was our fair Ms. Manoban, buried inside and determined to make this last as long as possible. We wanted to see how long we could carry on a conversation while…well …doing it. So far seventeen of the most intense, sensual, fantastic minutes of my life, and that wasn't counting the foreplay. O was dancing in the periphery, wondering why she wasn't being granted immediate access. But now I had control of the bitch, and this sweet torture was incredible. Worth enduring.
That is, until Lisa asked me to place my foot on her shoulder. Holy hell, she was wrecking me. One leg on her shoulder, the other leg she held open to one side, her hips rotating in maddeningly tiny circles, increasing in the smallest of increments. She was the one who insisted on the conversation, and I'd been able to keep up, until the foot on shoulder. Suddenly, parts that hadn't really been a part of it before were now being stimulated, and it was getting harder and harder to keep my wits about me. But really, who needed wits? I could be witless. As long as I could be under Lisa, I was okay being witless.
But I could still play this game right now, while a few lingering wits remained.
"Don't test me, Naughty Girl. I will dirty talk you right off this island."
"Mmm, Lisa, can't you just see me? Bent over, little apron with nothing underneath, rolling pin in hand, and a bowl full of apples?"
"Apples? Oh boy, I love apples," she groaned, picking up my other foot and placing it on the opposite shoulder, her hands roughly pulling me even farther toward the edge, her pace picking up again just a bit.
"I know you do, with cinnamon? I could bake you a pie, Lisa. Your very own apple pie, even a homemade crust…all for you, big guy. You know all you have to do is ask me…" I smirked, trying to keep my eyes from crossing as she sped up again, the sound of skin slapping not even funny at all. There went another wit.
"How does that feel, Jennie. Good?" she asked, surprising me.
"Good? It feels amazing."
"Amazing? Really?" she pulled out almost all the way before sliding back into me all at once, making me feel every single inch.
And the wit stands alone. "You know, it does, but back to the apples. Would you like your pie served hot with vanilla ice cream? Warm and melty with—oh my God…"
"You really want to talk about this right now? Because if you keep this up, I'm going to be forced to get really dirty myself."
"Dirtier than apple pie talk?" I asked, stretching and pointing my toes toward the ceiling, creating a new sensation.
"How about this, if you don't stop all this apple pie talk," she started, leaning down to place her mouth against my ear, making me shiver. One hand grasped my breast, roughly turning and tweaking my nipple. The other snuck down, feeling against me until she found the spot that made me tense and cry out. "If you don't stop, I'm going to stop fucking you, and believe me when I say I haven't even begun to ravage you in all the ways I've dreamed about."
She stood back up and thrust. Hard.
Last wit? Bye-bye. I ain't too proud to beg. "God, Lisa, I give. Just fuck me."
"Apple pie for me?"
"Yes, yes! Apple pie for you! Oh, God…"
"That's right, apple pie for me, apple pie for—God, you're tight this way." She groaned, switching both of my legs to one side, holding them up as she pounded into me, again and again, never retreating, only advancing, looking down at me, watching as my back arched and my skin flushed, heat creeping as my climax broke over me, stunning me silent in its intensity as I was shaken to the very core of my being.
"I love you, Jennie, I love you, I love you, I love you," she chanted, thrusting erratically now as she sped toward her own release, sweat breaking over her brow as she clutched at my hips as I clutched her from the inside, holding her as long as I could, feeling her solid weight on me as she laid her head on my breast. How could her warm weight feel so good? It should have made it hard to breathe, constriction of the lungs and all that, but it didn't. Holding her, cradling her face as I swept her hair back, it felt the opposite of heavy.
"You're going to kill me, sure as I'm lying here," she moaned, kissing everywhere she could.
"I love you too," I sighed, gazing at my kitchen ceiling. I could feel a smile as big as the bay across my face. The O was going to be around for a very long time.
No way am I painting my kitchen blue.
--
9:32 p.m.
"I can't believe this is the second time we're cleaning flour and sugar off each other. What's wrong with us?"
"The sugar is good for exfoliation," I explained. "Not sure what good the flour is doing us, though."
"Exfoliation?"
"Yeah, I figure every time we sex it up out there, all that sugar helps us remove dead skin cells."
"Really, Jennie? Dead skin cells? That's hardly sexy."
"You weren't complaining earlier."
"Well no, how could I? You promised to bake me an apple pie. Don't forget that part."
"I won't forget, but I was somewhat under duress."
"You were under me, not under duress, under me."
"Yes, Lisa, I was under you."
"Wash your back?"
"Yes, please."
We lay on opposite sides of the tub, relaxing and soaking off yet another round of kitchen goo. At some point, I was going to have to clean all that mess up, but right now the only thing I could concentrate on was this person in front of me. This person, up to almost her neck in fragrant bubbles, strong arms snaking out now to bring me closer. I spun in the tub like a buoy, bobbing back and forth and arranging myself in front of her. She used a washcloth to gently remove the last of the sticky that covered me. Then she pulled me to her chest, leaning back against the edge of the tub. Arms encircled me, tucking me in, surrounding me with warm water and warmer Lisa. I closed my eyes, relishing the feel of it all. The safety, the sweetness, the sexiness. I shifted, trying to get impossibly closer, and then I felt her against my bum. Growing.
"Why, hello there, friend," I murmured, sneaking my hand through the bubbles to find her, wanting and wanton.
"Jennie…" She warned, laying her head back on the edge of the tub.
"What?" I asked innocently, trailing my fingers along the sides of her, feeling her react.
"I'm not seventeen, you know." She chuckled, her voice growing husky and needy in spite of her words.
"Thank goodness, or I would have to answer for my actions—corrupting a minor and all that," I whispered, slowly turning over to rub myself along the length of her, soap and bubbles and water making me slippery.
She hissed slightly and smiled. "You're going to break me, you know this, right? I swear on all that's holy, I'm not a machine—Christ, don't stop doing that." She groaned, thrusting into my hand without thought.
"Ah, break schmake. I just want to fuck you until you can't see straight," I purred, tightening my fist as she splashed water over the side a bit.
"I can barely see as it is. There seem to be three of you." She moaned, pulling my legs apart and positioning me above her.
"Aim for the one in the middle, Lisa," I instructed and slid down.
Yeah, we had some water to clean up.
--
11:09 p.m.
"I'm just going to get the food. I need sustenance, woman."
"Get it, then hurry back to me. I need you, Lisa. Why are you crawling on the floor?"
"I don't think I can actually stand at this point. The machine needs a break. The machine may very well need repairs. The machine, wait, what're you doin' there, Jennie?"
"What, this?"
"Yeah, yeah, it looks like you're—wow, do you touch yourself like that a lot?"
"I haven't lately, why? Looks good to you, yes?"
"Yes, that's…wow…um…that's the door…the guy with the Thai is here. I…and I…Thai…I…"
"Are you really rhyming right now, Lisa? Mmm, that feels nice…"
"hello! hello, anyone there? Someone called in an order for—dude, how am I supposed to give you your change?"
"Keep the change."
"Dude, you shoved a fifty under the door. You know that's like a thirty-dollar tip, right?"
"Keep the change. Leave the Thai. Jennie, get on that bed."
"Mmm, so close, Lisa. Sure you don't…want…me…to…mmm…finish…oooh. I love when you do that."
"Mmph, mumph, hah, hooo…"
"Don't talk with your mouth full, Lisa, Lisa, Lisa, Lisa, Lisaaaaaaa…"
"Okay, dude. I'm totally setting your food out here. Um, thanks for the tip."
--
1:14 a.m.
We lay in bed, limp and a little stupid. My poor Lisa, I'd ridden her to the brink of extinction. She wasn't a teenager, but even she was surprised by her…hmm…stamina. After the last round of crazytown, she crawled back to the hallway, retrieved the food, and we ate Thai sitting in the middle of the bed. I'd quickly stripped the sheets because raisins and flour clouds lingered from earlier. The amount of work I was going to be faced with in the kitchen tomorrow was daunting, but it was worth it. All of it. All of it was worth it.
Now we lounged, settled but not settling. Still wrapped around each other but now clad in a pink nightie and a pair of sweatpants. To be clear, I wore the pink nightie. We lay side by side, facing each other, legs tangled and hands held.
"When do you have to go back to work?"
"I told Jillian I'd be back Monday, although that is the last thing I can think about right now."
"What are you thinking about?"
"Spain."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah, it was amazing. Thank you so much for taking me, and then taking me." I nudged her with my elbow.
"It was my pleasure, on both counts. I'm glad you could…come," she snorted.
Now that the O had returned, we could joke about it. We were quiet for a moment, just enjoying the music. Lisa had hobbled next door a little while ago to put on a record. Even hobbled, she was sexy.
"When are you leaving for Peru? Ass, I still hate you a little for getting to go, but when are you leaving?"
"About two weeks. And no hating on the photographer. I have to go, but I'll always come back."
"Oh, to be clear, I don't hate you for leaving. I hate you because I want to go too. But I digress. I love you more than I hate you, so we're good."
"We're good?"
"Yes, of course. You have to travel for your job. It's not like I didn't know this."
"Well, knowing about it and then being the one left behind are two different things," she said, eyes getting a little cloudy. I smoothed my hand across her cheek, feeling her scruff and skin and watching her lean into my touch. Her eyes closed, and she hummed a contented hum.
"You're not leaving me behind. We live busy lives and will continue to do so. Just because you get to stick your dick in me now, that isn't going to change us," I replied.
A slow grin spread across her face. Eyes still closed, but grinning. "Sometimes dicks change people," she said through the grin.
"Sometimes dicks change what needs to be changed. Sometimes dicks make it better."
"Sometimes dicks make it better—what an odd thing to say."
"Stick around, who knows what I'm gonna say next."
"Sticking."
"Stuck."
"Going to kiss you now."
"Thank Christ." I giggled as she wrapped her strong arms around me. We kissed quietly, thoughtfully. I settled down into her nook, perfectly shaped and smelling like heaven.
"I adore this nook."
"Good."
"No one else gets this nook."
"It's yours."
"Yes, yes it is. Make sure you tell that to all those gorgeous Peruvian women who will try to seduce you."
"I'll make sure to tell them my nook is spoken for."
I smiled and yawned hugely. It had been an exhausting few days. I was jet lagged and had been rocked to within an inch of my life. Tended to make a girl tired. Lisa leaned across me to shut off the light and tucked me back into the nook.
--
1:23 a.m.
"Lisa?"
"Mmm?"
"Are you asleep?"
"Mm-hmm…"
"I just wanted to say, well, I'm really glad you came home early."
"Mm-hmm, me too."
"And I'm pretty smitten with you."
"Mm-hmm, me too."
"Smitten like a kitten."
"Mm-hmm, me too."
"Who's lost her mittens."
"Mittens, mm-hmm…"
"Lisa?"
"Mm-hmm?"
"Are you asleep?"
"Mm-hmm…"
"I love you."
"I love you too."
…
…
…
"Jennie?"
"Mm-hmm…"
"I'm really glad I came home early too."
"Mm-hmm…"
"And I'm really glad you came."
"Enough."
"'Night, Jennie."
"'Night, Lisa."
And as Count Basie and his orchestra played us off into dreamland, we curled around each other and slept.
--
Text between Lisa and Jennie the following Tuesday:
Talked to a buddy of mine. I think I figured out how to do those prawns you went so crazy over in Spain.
Perfect, they'll fit in with the Spanish feast I am planning for Saturday. Everybody's coming, even Jillian and Benjamin.
Sure you don't want to have it at my place?
No, it'll be easier at mine. I have the island, which is better for prepping, but I'm commandeering your oven.
Can I commandeer you on the island?
That's not the correct use of the word commandeer.
Please, you know what I meant.
I did, and you may.
Sweet. Have you seen my running shoes?
Yep, they're in my bathroom where you left them. I tripped over them this morning.
Is that the thump I heard?
You heard that?
Yep, woke me up.
And yet you didn't come see if I was okay?
Didn't want to disturb Luca.
I can't believe he's been sleeping on your side. Traitor cat.
We're friends now…well, almost friends. He peed on my sweatshirt again.
HA! I have to get back to work, cat stealer.
We still watching a movie tonight?
If that's what you want to call it.
Makes it seem like we actually have plans.
I have plans. Oh man, do I have plans.
As do I…
I'm sitting here eating your apple pie…think about that.
That's all I can think about now… hating you.
You don't hate me.
That's true. Now go eat my pie.
…choking…
--
Text between Jisoo and Jennie on Thursday:
You sure I can't bring anything Saturday?
Nah, Rosé is bringing drinks, and we're taking care of the rest.
So good to hear you in a we again.
Yes, I'm enjoying the we.
And the we-we?
Nah, Rosé is bringing drinks, and we're taking care of the rest.
Good to hear it. So have you slept in the bed of sin yet?
No, we seem to be staying at my place.
I think I'd feel weird in that bed.
Many walls were banged from that bed…
Exactly. That's my point, feels strange. Maybe it would be nice to make your mark on her bed, so to speak. New era, new girlfriend, new banger?
I don't know, we'll see… I know at some point I'll sleep there, just not yet. Besides, she's having too much fun bonding with Luca.
WHAT? Luca hates her!
They've come to some kind of weird kitty/human understanding. I'm not questioning it.
It's like a new world order.
I know.
Want me to come over early Saturday and help?
You just want to get into my drawers again.
They need to be reorganized…
Come over early.
WAHOO!
Get some help…
--
Thursday evening all was quiet. Lisa and I sat on my couch, working. I was sketching a holiday concept for someone's ball room. Yep, ball room. This was the world I visited. Just visited, not lived in. I was still in my yoga clothes. Lisa cooked, using my kitchen, in which she was becoming very much at home. She said it would be easier since we'd just end up at my place anyway, but I caught her lifting Luca up onto the counter so she could "watch." I put that in quotes because the actual word was spoken by Lisa to Luca. The entire sentence, I believe, was "Here ya go, buddy. This way you can watch! You can't see too well from down on the floor, I bet, right? Right?"
And Luca answered. I know it was technically impossible, but the meow he uttered sounded like, "Thanks." My babies were bonding. It was nice.
So here we sat, me sketching and Lisa making her travel plans for Peru online. She had something like seventy billion frequent flyer miles, and she loved to flaunt them in my face.
So quiet it was, save the scratching of my colored pencils on the page and her clickety-clack on the keyboard. And the clicking from Luca.
Most stubborn kitty hangnail in the free world.
Lisa finished and closed up her laptop, stretching her arms over her head and exposing her happy trail. I may have drawn outside the lines a bit. She laid her head against the back of the couch, eyes closed. Within a few moments, the tiniest of snores began, and I grinned silently. I continued my sketching.
Ten minutes later I felt her hand reach out across the pillows, and grasp my hand.
I only needed one hand for sketching after all.
--
"Holy shit, Jennie, these prawns are sick!" Jisoo moaned in a way that made Jaehyun readjust the way he sat.
It was Saturday night, and we were all gathered around my dining room table, full of Spanish food and Spanish wine. I'd had a blast trying to recreate all the wonderful food Lisa and I had eaten. Not as good certainly, but pretty close. And of course we were without the coastal ambiance, but instead had the coziness only an autumn evening in foggy San Francisco can provide. The city lights twinkled through the windows, a fire crackled in the fireplace, courtesy of Benjamin, and laughter filled the apartment.
I sat in my chair, tucked in to Lisa's side as we laughed with our friends. I'd been a little nervous that we'd be subjected to some kind of hazing, since our inevitable getting-together had been the topic of conversation for so long. But it was good, everyone settled into the evening with only minimal teasing. Lisa and I had stuck pretty close together most of the evening, but I could already tell we would morph into one of those couples that didn't need that.
I never wanted to be that couple, the one that was entirely codependent and in constant need of reassurance. I loved Lisa, that much was clear. One of us traveled, for goodness sake, so we needed to roll with it. And I thought we would. I felt her next to me, and I moved just a little closer. She slipped an arm around my waist, her hand patting my arm, squeezing and just making me more aware of her. I was aware. Her fingertips traced little circles around my elbow, and I sighed as she pressed a quick kiss to my forehead.
I would never need the Honey and the Baby. I just needed her and her little circles. Just needed to feel her at my side, whenever she was here.
Jillian caught my eye from across the table and winked.
"What was that for?" I asked, sipping my second glass of brandy. Lisa was going to have no trouble getting me into bed later that night, not that she ever did.
"Things worked out well, didn't they?" she asked, looking back and forth between Lisa and me.
"Couldn't have worked out better. Subletting your apartment to me was the best decision you ever made." I smiled, leaning into Lisa as she rubbed my shoulder.
"Jillian giving me your number so I could text you from Ireland, now that's the best decision she ever made," she added, winking at Benjamin from across the table.
"Oh, I don't know. Pretending I didn't know your mysterious neighbor was a damn good decision too," she said, a mischievous grin lighting up her face as Lisa coughed into her brandy.
"Wait, what? You knew all along I was the one living next door?" Lisa asked, sputtering as I handed her a napkin. "But you've never even been to my place!"
"She hasn't, but I have," Benjamin spoke up, clinking his glass with his fiancée's.
Lisa and I sat pie eyed as we watched them laugh and congratulate themselves.
Well played…
--
"Okay, that's the last of it. No more dishes," Lisa announced, closing the dishwasher. After everyone finally left, we decided to clean up the rest of the mess instead of leaving it for the morning after.
"Thank goodness. I'm beat."
"And I have dishpan hands." She winked, showing me how red they were.
"That's the mark of a good housewife." I just barely sidestepped her grabby hands.
"Just call me Madge and bring that fantastic ass back over here," she fired back, snapping a dishtowel in my direction.
"This ass? This ass right here?" I asked, propping myself against the island just so, leaning forward on my elbows.
"You want to play now, is that it? Thought you were beat," she murmured, catching my bottom in her dishpan hands and giving me a light smack.
"Maybe I'm catching my second wind." I giggled as she promptly swept me up over her shoulder in a fireman's hold and headed for the bedroom. Upside down, I beat my fists against her bottom and kicked, though not so much as to actually get away. Her feet stopped at the bedroom door.
"Forget something today?" she asked, turning so I could see inside: stripped bed, no sheets.
"Damn, I forgot to put the sheets in the dryer. They'll still be soaked!" I grumbled.
"Problem solved. Slumber party at Lisa's," she announced, pulling open my lingerie drawer. "Pick a nightie, any nightie."
"You want to stay at your place tonight?"
"Yeah, why not? We've been sleeping here since we got back from Spain. My bed's lonely." She ruffled through piles of lace and peekaboo.
Hmm, her bed was probably lonelier that it had ever been before.
"So, pick one." She gave my ass another slap.
"Eh, you pick out something you like. I'll model it for you." I grinned, talking myself into this. Come on, I could certainly spend the night in her bed.
Could be fun. I saw a familiar something pink and lacy make its way under her arm, and then we were off across the hallway. I managed to kick her door on the way in, something pretty hard to do while upside down.
Once more, I found myself in a bathroom, putting on lingerie for Lisa. She really liked everything I wore. Whether it was actual lingerie or one of her old shirts, she didn't seem to care. And it was rarely on for very long.
Without meaning to, I thought of all the women who'd come before me, all the women she'd enjoyed and had enjoyed her. But I was here now, and I was who she wanted. I smoothed the silk over my body with a deep breath, my skin already beginning to tingle in anticipation of her hands.
I heard her messing about with her record player—the tell tale crackle and pop of needle on vinyl such a comforting sound.
Glenn Miller. "Moonlight Serenade." Sigh.
I opened the door, and there she was. Standing by the giant Wall banger bed of sin. Her slow grin overtook me, and she looked me up and down.
"You look good," she murmured as I walked in.
"You too."
"I'm wearing the same clothes I was wearing earlier, Jennie."
She smirked as I encircled her neck with my arms. Her fingertips dragged up and down my arms, tickling the inside of my elbow.
"I know," I replied, placing a wet kiss under her ear. "You looked good then, and you look good now."
"Lemme get a better look at you," she whispered, responding with her own wet kiss at the base of my throat. I shivered. The room wasn't at all cold.
She spun me out, as if on a dance floor, and held me at arm's length for just a moment. The pink nightie, her favorite. She'd neglected to bring the matching panties, and I neglected to notice. She spun me back into her, and I immediately began to work the buttons on her shirt.
"Quite a night tonight," she remarked.
Two buttons down.
"You're telling me. I can't believe those two were matchmaking from the very beginning! Although I don't think they can take credit for the other two couples. That was all us."
"Who knew love was in the air when you banged on my door?"
Another button down.
"Luckily, you were so taken by my charms, it was inevitable."
"It was the nightie, Jennie. It was the nightie that did me in. The charms were a bonus. I had no idea I'd be getting a girlfriend out of the deal." Shirt untucked and on its way off.
"Really? And here I thought we were just messing around!" I giggled, scrambling to get her belt buckle poked through.
"Well, then, here's to messing around with my girlfriend!" Belt buckle undone, jean buttons popped. Thank goodness for the old-fashioned button fly. she picked me up, by my naked bottom I might add, and walked me to the bed as I pushed her shirt off. It hung from her by the sleeves.
"I like the sound of that," I whispered in her ear as she laid me down on the bed.
Hovering over me, placing kisses across my chest, she kept saying the word over and over again. Girlfriend, then kiss. Girlfriend, girlfriend, then kiss.
"Did you know Jisoo and Jaehyun are thinking about moving in together? Isn't that a little soon? I hope they know what they're getting into," I reported, arching up to meet her kisses.
"I know what I'm getting in to."
"What's that?"
"You, silly," she said, and I heard the blessed sound of her belt buckle hitting the floor. "I'm only concerned with our happy ending. Or two, or three even. Drank that ginseng tea you left me this morning—watch out." she chuckled, lifting one of my legs on to her shoulder and kissing a path down the inside of my calf.
"Happy ending, huh?"
"Don't you think we've earned it?" she asked, kneeling now, lips trailing along the top of my thigh as I panted.
"Oh, hell, yes," I laughed, throwing my arms over my head and arching up to meet her. hello, O! Nice to see you again. With her lips, she brought me one. With her tongue, she brought me another. And when she slid into me and pushed me high up on to the bed, I almost had another on contact.
Clothes now discarded, skin on sweaty skin, my legs wrapped solidly around her hips, which pushed against mine. Her eyes burned as I felt every inch of her. Inside. Outside. All around the town.
"Oh, God," I moaned. And then I heard it.
Thump.
"Oh, God," I moaned again.
Thump thump.
I giggled at the sound. We were banging.
She looked down at me, raising one eyebrow. "Something funny?" she asked, pausing her movements. She pushed back into me slowly, very, very slowly.
"We're banging the walls." I giggled again, watching her eyes change as she registered my giggling.
"We sure are," she admitted, chuckling a little as well. "You okay?"
I wrapped my legs even tighter around her waist, making sure I was as close to her as I could be. "Bring it on home, Wall banger." I winked, and she complied.
I was being driven up the bed with the strength of her thrusts. She drove into me with unflinching force, giving me exactly what I could take, then pushing me just past that edge. She stared down at me, hard, flashing that knowing smirk. I closed my eyes, letting myself feel how deeply I was being affected. And by deep, I mean deep…
She grasped my hands and brought them above my head to the headboard.
"You're gonna wanna hold on for this," she whispered and threw one of my legs up over her shoulder as she altered her hips.
"Lisa!" I shrieked, feeling my body begin to spasm. Her eyes, those damnable brown eyes, bore into mine as I shook around her.
She called out my name, and no one else's.
A little while later, almost asleep, I felt the mattress dip as Lisa left the bed. Hearing her flip over the record, I snuggled deeper into the pillow. My body was deliciously tired, having been worked to within an inch of total exhaustion. We banged that wall, yes indeed. I owned both sides of that wall now.
I heard her bumble down the hall and half wondered what she was up to. Thinking in that tired, half-awake way that she must be getting some water, I slipped back down to sleep.
A few moments later I was awoken by her arms sliding around me, pulling me against her warm body. She kissed me on my neck, then cheek, then forehead as she got settled. Then I heard…purring?
"What's that?" I asked, looking around.
"I thought he might be lonely," Lisa admitted sheepishly. Looking over my shoulder, I saw Lisa, and then Luca. Lisa had gone over to get him. Luca was purring very loudly, quite pleased with all the attention he'd been receiving lately. He poked her nose in to me and settled into the nook between us.
"Unbelievable," I muttered, rolling my eyes at the two of them.
"Are you that surprised? You know much I love pussy," Lisa deadpanned. Then her silent laughter shook the bed.
"You're very lucky I love you," I added, letting her arms hold me tight.
"I'll say."
And then, as the laughter faded and sleep took hold, I pondered what the future might hold for me and my Wall banger.
I knew it wouldn't always be this easy. But it sure as hell would be a good time.
THE END ...