Look At Me // Jenlisa

8: Between Agony And Ecstasy

Jennie was caught somewhere between agony and ecstasy. She wasn't sure how long she had been in this position, but based on how soon her legs were going to give out, she was pretty sure it had to be at least an hour. She was currently being pressed up with her back against the wood paneling on the side of her house and thought about what it was that got her into this situation in the first place. Then she remembered.

She wanted to show Lisa the back yard of the house she grew up in. She wanted to show her the dilapidated swing set her father had spent all Christmas Eve setting up when she was six. She wanted to show her where she would lie on her back and watch for shapes in the clouds. She wanted to show her where she painted her first work of art at the age of four with finger paints, even though most of it ended up on her clothes rather than the paper. That was the plan, anyway. To show Lisa some of the things that helped mold her into who she was today. But then, as they often tend to do, they got sidetracked on the way to the back yard and that's how Jennie ended up here. Against the wall on the side of her house. In the dark. With Lisa pushing up against her.

Really, Jennie wasn't all that surprised. After all, this is pretty much how they've ended up after every date they've had since their first one two weeks ago. The only thing that really changes is the location. After their second date, they ended up making out in Lisa's car in the parking lot until security informed them the lot was closed. Jennie was actually grateful they kicked them out when they did, otherwise they may have found them in a more compromising position had it gone on any longer. Another time, they made out in the back of the movie theater and Jennie really couldn't even recall the name of the movie they saw. How could she concentrate on anything other than Lisa's lips? She woke up with her lips feeling bruised and swollen, but it was well worth it. Another time, it was 6:30 in the morning in the middle of the park they usually run by. They had taken a small break, which turned into a very long break as they made out on one of the park benches. Thankfully it was early enough so no one was around to witness the debauchery.

And now here they were again. Jennie's body was surrendering to Lisa's touch and her breath remained ragged as Lisa's lips moved their way back up from her neck to her own lips. Lisa was relentless in the exploration of her mouth. Jennie's tongue was equally eager to greet Lisa's. Her oxygen flow was limited and she was starting to get dizzy, in the most beautiful way. Her back was sore from Lisa continually pushing her up against the wood panels. She was pretty sure it would leave a mark, but she was too busy indulging in the marks Lisa was definitely leaving on her neck as the brunette detached from her mouth and made her way back down.

As Lisa's tongue licked and sucked at her pulse point, Jennie moaned hungrily while moving her hands up under Lisa's shirt and raking her fingers over her abs. It's a move that has become one of her favorite pastimes in the two weeks since their first date. Lisa's hand then made its way up to cup Jennie's breast, which has become HER favorite pastime. Jennie practically purred as Lisa's deft hand caressed her over her bra and it took all her strength not to remove her bra entirely. She loved every second of Lisa's hands and lips on her, but she was also growing with anticipation, waiting for Lisa to step things up a bit. She always felt up Jennie over the bra, always kissed her just below the neck, but never any further south. As much as she loved it, it never really went much further. The night would end with Jennie being completely worked up, Lisa saying goodnight and then Jennie going to her room, too frustrated to sleep.

But she had hope. Because they were against the side of her house, which meant they were getting closer and closer to a bedroom. Any bedroom. At this point, they just happened to be closer to Jennie's bedroom and thoughts of Lisa in Jennie's bed made her head swim and her lady parts twitch. She needed to be horizontal with Lisa. But she couldn't bring herself to blurt something like that out. It became apparent over time that Lisa was purposefully taking things slow and Jennie was too afraid to ask her why.