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Another JenLisa adaptation. Which means the story itself isn't mine, I just converted it to jenlisa...
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Jennie's POV
Jennie lay awake in her bunk for the third night in a row on the girls' tour bus as the vehicle flew down an unknown highway to their next destination.
Her thoughts were racing as she lay staring unseeingly at the bunk above her.
This tour was by far the most fun they had yet, but it also demanded the most from the girls. The thought of performing in front of sold out stadiums still left her with butterflies that kept her awake most nights.
Cheayoung's soft snores were comforting as she tried to get control of her nerves. If her bandmate could relax, so could she. Unfortunately Cheayoung's bunkmate was having the same luck as Jennie trying to get to sleep and had been on her phone for the last ten minutes, the faint light shining out of her curtain to paint a stripe on the wall.
When the light finally went out, Jennie closed her eyes and tried to drift off.
After a few unsuccessful minutes, she heard Lisa's snores drifting into her bunk.
Jennie smiled to herself at the little sounds, forgetting that Lisa never snores, until the soft breathing turned into little whimpers and pants.
Jennie eyes shot open in confusion.
Was she having a nightmare?
Jennie was seriously contemplating getting up and trying to rouse Lisa from her unpleasant dream until she heard sharp gasp. It was followed by a sigh that was unmistakably dripping with lust.
Jennie squeezed her eyes shut when the realization of what Lisa was doing hit her.
'Oh God'
She thought as her mind was flooded with images of her best friend in the throes of ecstasy, her chest heaving and her hands between her thighs. She shook her head, trying to force the fantasy from her mind.
This was definitely not the first time her mind had conjured up dirty images of Lisa, but it was the first time she had a front row seat to the woman of her fantasies pleasuring herself. If she was being honest with herself, in most of her fantasies it was Jennie causing the breathy moans that were drifting into her bunk and continually getting louder.
She wasn't sure when she first realized she was sexually attracted to the younger girl.
It must have been a while ago, though, because she couldn't remember sharing a dressing room with the doe eyed beauty without trying to sneak a peak of her toned skin in various stages of undress.
