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What's in your backpack?

Tags : Strap-on, smutty goodness.

I swear they're both a switch.

I kinda didn't did details on this one, but they're the socially-awkward and confident-type-of-girl girlfriends doing a sleepover.

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"Why are you so jittery tonight?”

Lisa meant to answer Jennie’s question, to give her some half-hearted excuse or perhaps even brush off the question altogether, but what came out instead was, “What's in your backpack?”

Jennie leaned back against the counter next to the sink and crossed her arms over her chest, narrowing her eyes at Lisa. “Just some pajamas and clothes for tomorrow, and, like, my toothbrush and stuff.” She shrugged her shoulder softly. “Regular sleepover things.”

Right.

Regular sleepover things.

That made perfect sense to bring an outing in which you would be sleeping over at someone’s house.

Lisa was just overreacting.

There was no way Jennie could have brought that with her.

In reality, Lisa knew she never should have allowed herself to be lulled into a false sense of security, not when Jennie had that look on her face—the one that had gotten her into trouble more times than she was willing to admit.

“Oh, and a strap-on.”

“What?” Lisa squeaked out as the cup she was washing slipped from her hands and clattered loudly in the sink. She turned towards Jennie with a complete disregard for her soapy hands dripping on the floor. “You actually bought one?”

“No, of course not.” Jennie waved Lisa off like she wasn’t about to blow an aneurysm in the kitchen. She grabbed the towel and began drying off Lisa's hands with a sly smile. “I already had one.”

Lisa felt her face twist while she tried to fend off the images that immediately came into her mind. “Ew.”

“Stop, I haven’t used it with anyone else,” Jennie said with a teasing roll of her eyes. “I have used it on myself though.” Jennie tugged her closer using her hold on Lisa's hands, close enough to kiss, but ever-so-slightly too far away for Lisa to close the distance. “Alone. In my bed. So fucking full. Wishing you were there with me,” she whispered against Lisa's lips, perfectly emphasizing certain words in a way that made Lisa's stomach tighten in anticipation.

Lisa couldn’t help the way her mind began to run with images of Jennie on her bed, writhing against the sheets, hips grinding upwards against the toy between her legs, reaching her peak with Lisa's name falling from her lips.

She felt like her feet were glued to the floor, weighed down by her hot and heavy thoughts, but then Jennie began taking steps away from her and Lisa was brought back to reality.

“Anyways, I’ll let you finish—” Before Jennie had a chance to finish her sentence, Lisa caught hold of her wrist and pulled her into a heated kiss.

It took Jennje a moment to catch up, but once she did she began kissing Lisa back with significant fervor and Lisa felt her slight upper hand slipping away.

Lisa heard herself whimper when Jennie's tongue easily slipped between her lips and into her mouth. Before Lisa could further deepen the kiss like she was planning to do, Jennie pulled away. Lisa somehow managed to open her eyes and bring herself out of the semi-dazed state she always seemed to be brought into when Jennie kissed her, when she found herself no better off once she could see.