Nude - Jenlisa

Chapter 3

Jennie showed up on Lisa's doorstep on Saturday morning with two cups of steaming coffee and a two multi-grain bagels, fresh and warm from a uptown bakery her Grandmother suggested. She'd brought her several edible gifts in the past week, including fresh strawberries and pineapple. She had seen the inside of her fridge; it barely held enough food for a day's meal.

"Paint supplies aren't cheap," Lisa had said with a shrug and mild grin.

Jennie balanced the second coffee with her chin and rang the bell. The door swung open before she could set the coffee straight and Lisa's bright smile greeted her. Her blonde hair stuck out all over and she wore just a sports bra and no shirt. Her wrinkled jeans looked to have been hastily pull on; they weren't buttoned or zipped. Underneath she wore black underwear.

"Hey," Lisa said, reaching for her full arms. "Let me help you."

"I brought you breakfast," Jennie said as she follow the taller into the increasingly familiar house.

Lisa set the coffee on the little paint-stained table and Jennie set the bag beside them.

"I just woke up," the blonde said, biting back a yawn. "I apologize for not being ready yet."

"Oh, it's fine," Jennie said as she sat on the red couch with her coffee. It felt strange to wear clothes even near it.

She watched Lisa pick up her coffee, inhale the fumes, and take a drink. The waistline of her underwear hugged her narrow hips. A mild amount of hair grew on her chest, the same color of her hair, and flowed down her flat stomach and pointed downward. Jennie's stare lingered just a moment too long. Lisa looked at her, brow raised, and she looked down at her coffee. Caught.

She cleared her throat. Now seemed a good a time as any. "I'm leaving tomorrow."

"What?" Lisa asked quickly.

"I'm heading home tomorrow."

The latter blinked, and then nodded. "Oh, right…you're just visiting your grandmother."

Jennie bit into her lip. Had that been a downcast look in her eye? A sad note in her tone? Lisa took a long sip in her coffee.

"And here I was getting used to you," Lisa said in a dry laugh.

What was that supposed to mean?

Jennie caught her eye and she shrugged, as if it meant nothing.

"Well, I'm going to get ready. Be right back." Lisa vanished with her coffee into the bedroom and left the door open.

Her nonchalance stung. Jennie expected her to be at least a little sad about her leaving, even though she knew about it before hand. She'd told her she was only visiting, implying that she would one day go back home. She knew she would leave. She knew that there could be little between her and her artist from the beginning. The distance would be too difficult.

Then why did it hurt this way?

Lisa returned with her pants buttoned and zipped. She'd pulled on a black t-shirt. She sat down at her easel. "Alright, the light's a bit off right now but I think we'll be okay."

"Don't you want to eat while it's still a little warm?" Jennie asked, pointing to the bag. "It's a bagel."

Lisa paused and looked at her, then the bag. "Oh, uh, sure."