Regrets [COMPLETED]

Chapter 37

JENNIE'S POV

Lisa and I have been on our way home since she picked me up, and the silence between us is suffocating. Every question I ask is met with a nod or a grunt. She hasn't even asked who I was with, what I did, or why I didn't come home early. Her hands grip the steering wheel tightly, her knuckles white with tension.

I glance at her, hoping to catch her eye. "Hon, are you still mad?" I ask softly.

"If I say yes, what will you do?" she replies, not taking her eyes off the road.

I lean my head against the window, feeling the cool glass against my forehead. "I'm sorry, if I made you worry."

No response. The silence is heavy, pressing down on us like a physical weight. I know how mad she is right now. I'll talk to her later when we get home; I'm too tired to push any further right now.

I close my eyes, hoping to catch a nap, when I suddenly feel her hand touch my leg. It's a familiar gesture, something she often does when we're driving. Despite the tension, I find comfort in it. I let her hand rest there, the warmth of her hand makes me feel better.

I close my eyes, hoping to catch a nap, when I suddenly feel Lisa's hand touch my leg. It's a familiar gesture, something she often does when we're driving. Despite the tension, I find comfort in it. I let her hand rest there, the warmth seeping through the fabric of my pants.

But then, her hand begins to move higher, to my thigh. I let out a soft moan at the sudden gesture, my eyes still closed. She continues, and I don't stop her.

When her hand slips into my panties, I open my eyes, surprised. But she doesn't look at me, her focus unwavering on the road ahead, as if she doesn't care what’s happening, her face still set in a serious expression. Her fingers find my most sensitive spot, and I feel a rush of arousal as she begins to massage it gently. My back arches involuntarily at the intense sensation.

I glance down and see her hand moving skillfully, and I feel the wetness growing between my legs. She doesn't stop, her fingers moving in perfect rhythm. Then, she slips two fingers inside me, and I gasp, unable to hold back a moan.

"Hmmm!" I can't help but vocalize my pleasure. I lift my skirt, giving her easier access. She's fingering me, and each movement of her fingers sends waves of pleasure through me. I grip the seat, my body responding to every touch.

"Ahhh! It feels so good," I murmur, closing my eyes again, surrendering to the sensations. Her long fingers are driving me wild, and I can feel myself getting closer to the edge with each passing second.

Suddenly, she stops the car abruptly, and I open my eyes to see her staring at me with an intense, predatory gaze. Her eyes are full of lust, and I know she wants me as much as I want her.

"I will give you, your punishment," she says harshly. She grabs my nape and pulls me into a fierce, aggressive kiss. Her lips are relentless, as if she's trying to consume me entirely. Her kisses trail down to my breasts, each touch setting my skin on fire.

She supports my back as she pulls my clothes up, her hands roaming with a desperate urgency. "Let's move to the back seat," she whispers between heavy breaths.

I nod, my body trembling with anticipation. We scramble into the back seat, and the moment we're settled, her hands are all over me again. She pushes me down onto the seat, her kisses trailing from my neck down to my chest. She tugs at my bra, freeing my breasts, and takes one nipple into her mouth, sucking and nibbling.

I moan loudly, arching my back to give her better access. Her other hand slips back between my legs, fingers plunging inside me once more. The sensation is overwhelming, and I feel the heat building rapidly.