JenLisa Shots Collection

Never Let You Go (Final Chapter)

Jennie woke in the middle of the night, her head spinning from the hang over already kicking in. She looked around and saw she was at Lisa's. She groaned to herself and let her head fall back onto the pillow. She knew this had been a bad idea from the second she saw all the pictures of her on her wall, but she had felt she owed Lisa her gratitude, her thank you. But that turned into way more than she had expected. She had gotten drunk and then her inhibitions had taken off and she let passion and desire and her loneliness consume her.

She looked next to her and Lisa was asleep, the latter's arm was resting on her waist. She turned her body slightly and grabbed Lisa's hand. She moved her arm back and she grumbled in her sleep. Lisa pulled her arm into herself and readjusted. Jennie watched her, a dim light coming from the kitchen. She looked at her face, that face she knew so well, but really didn't.

She physically knew her, knew every detail of her body, and knew what she liked, what made her laugh, but she didn't know the truth about her past, or her family, or her life. She had no idea what she really had been in prison for, what it had been like for her or how it had affected her. It was so strange, looking at her, knowing where they were now. How had things gotten to such a weird place? Jennie knew what Lisa had been doing these past months was wrong. She knew she should have put a stop to it a long time ago, but she had gone along with it. Why?

Maybe because she had never felt this kind of love before from another woman. But was it really even love? She knew Lisa was capable of it, Lisa had been good to her when they were together, and she had been sweet and loving and good. And when the truth came out she wasn't angry, she never yelled or hurt her, but she just wouldn't stop. That persistence should have scared her; should have made her concerned, but it really didn't. She felt no fear, no alarm for her well being. Maybe she was naïve or just ridiculously stupid, but she just couldn't bring herself to stop. She couldn't bring herself to put a real stop to all of this. Because deep down, she didn't want it to stop.

She watched Lisa's face in the light, her exterior softened while she slept. The lines in her face weren't stressed. Jennie lightly traced her face with her forefinger, trailing down her cheek. She ran it through her chin and down to her chest, she was shirtless now and she admired her figure. She traced over her shoulders. Lisa's chest was smooth with traces of past small cuts and she loved to run her fingers through it when they used to lie in bed, entangled in each other.

"Hi," Lisa mumbled at her, her voice husky and rough with sleep. She shifted her gaze back to Lisa's face and she was looking at her with a half smile. Lisa placed her hand on Jennie's arm and ran it along her length. "How you feeling?" Lisa asked, lifting up onto he elbow and placing her head into her palm. Her other hand trailed down past Jennie's arm to her leg and stopped to trace circles on her knee. Jennie quickly got out of bed, regretting it right away as the dizziness and head rush hit her hard. She stumbled and closed her eyes, bringing her hands to her forehead and groaned. "You OK?" Lisa asked, sitting up in bed.

"Yeah, just a headache, I should leave," Jennie bent down to pick up her pants on the floor, as she stood back up Lisa got off the bed and stood in front of her.

"What, why?" Lisa asked, placing both hands on her shoulders. "You're drunk, you can't drive home."

"No, I'm fine now, really. I shouldn't still be here." Jennie tried to pull her pants on but stumbled and sat down on the bed for assistance. Lisa hovered over her, looking down. She couldn't understand what was happening. She thought things were good now; Jennie had come to her, for once. Jennie had come on her own to thank her, she had drank with her, she had let her touch her, pleasure her.

"I don't understand," Lisa admitted. She rubbed at her eyes that were still a little fuzzy from sleep. "Jennie stop!" Lisa growled loudly, reaching down and yanking her pants out of her hands and throwing them across the room. She wasn't leaving, not if she could help it. "You don't need these, let's just go back to sleep, we'll talk about it in the morning, OK?" Lisa said, trying to push Jennie down onto the bed and lay beside her. The latter pulled away from her and crawled off the bed.