To All The Girls I've Loved Before - Jenlisa

Chapter 33

Mid 2024

The thin white fit shirt stretched delectably across Jennie's breasts as she pulled her arms up to unconsciously push her chest out as she tried to stretch from sitting too long. The long eyelashes playing on her cheeks as her eyelids dropped a little were teasing Lisa incessantly, along with the way Nini's nipples kept making themselves known through the shirt.

Where did Nini buy these shirts? H&M? Asos? Lisa can't remember, but she'd love to order a dozen more.

"I want the analytics pushed through today," Jennie commanded on her phone as she snapped her body back into a more rigid stance. She was never one for strong tones for clients, but today required the brunette being firm on her words.

Jennie's right hand twiddled distractedly on a pen, every once in a while scrawled notes on the A5 dot grid notebook she meticulously used. The fingers of her left hand pressed hard on the surface of her phone. Lili's eyebrows furrowed: Jennie was obviously agitated and more. "Delays aren't welcome."

Lili's jaws flexed a little, realising her molars have been grinding a little too hard trying to bottle in her desire for the Korean. Her girlfriend has taken a half-day on a Saturday, but as usual found herself swamped with work in the afternoon. Lisa couldn't blame her: Jen has been travelling extensively the past few weeks trying to close the project and there were times the girl would go straight to her own apartment, exhausted. The blonde would come over with dinner to help her debrief without complaints, and if her girlfriend doesn't say it enough, the way her cat-like eyes melt into mush every time she walks into Jennie's apartment definitely lets Lili know she's appreciated.

She understood the workload– Lisa herself was swamped the past few weeks, but Nini's schedule had been taking quite a toll on the Korean, and inevitably, on them.

Lisa tried to understand. She also tried not to complain about the long hours.

So maybe she could be allowed to ogle especially if she couldn't help herself when her girlfriend's in her element and was unknowingly stretching her breasts across the thin cotton fabric she changed into after work, and sweet baby jesus those nipples and those curves against the thin, well-used house shirt was taunting her. Because if there's anything that ignites her parched desires, it would be a commanding Jennie Kim barking orders on the phone while wearing nothing but an old, two-sizes too-small shirt and a very tight pair of yoga boyleg shorts that only Lisa has the privilege to see.

Now she just wants nothing else than those curves against the creases of her hand, preferably in her bed.

Her bed.

Lisa absently gazed at the soft rectangular mattress visible from her open bedroom door across her apartment, the creases on its bedspread the evidence of their morning's short romp just before Jennie went to work. It felt so far away now, these moments between them.

She flexed her fingers a little as if trying to remember how they felt grabbing Jennie's heated curves.

Lisa sighed. She's not exactly a horndog who needed to get laid frequently (although of course sex IS very welcome) and while they've only officially gotten back together less than a year ago, there has been a shift to their relationship that was unavoidable: the feeling of newness eased to a steady calm quickly, perhaps their years of knowing each other helping towards the path of...complacency. It both felt like a rediscovery and picking up where they left off, and while Lisa misses the intensity of new love, she also doesn't mind this comfort of old familiarity.