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Rodeo.

I'm kinda busy this past few days, anyways here you go.

Kind of a short one, I'll do another one if I'm done studying, maybe.

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They’re thirty minutes and three-quarters of a bottle of wine into the movie when Lisa can’t take it anymore. Jennie's shifted enough that she’s tucked into Lisa's side and Lisa lets her hand start drifting up from Jennie's knee from where it’s been resting somewhat idly.

There’s no real response from Jennie; it’s a rarity that Lisa isn’t touching her in some way so a hand on her thigh isn’t anything too newsworthy.

She gets her attention when she presses her fingertips between her thighs.

“Trying to cop a feel?”

“Maybe,” Lisa teases, pressing further until Jennie's legs give way and loosen a bit to let her move more freely.

“On our 2,189th date? Moving a little fast, aren’t you?”

Lisa laughs at that and Jennie lifts her head from where it’s been resting against her shoulder to face her. She’s surprised either of them lasted as long as they did after the little prequel Lisa had given them earlier in the evening; Jennie's lips are on hers before she can come up with a witty reply.

It’s clear that prequel has been simmering within Jennies libido. She kisses Lisa with a hunger Lisa knows well, one she’s felt from Jennie so many times and felt within herself. She even grabs Lisa's hand and pushes it right under her shirt until her breast is in Lisa's hand.

“Why’d you make me wait?” Jennie breathes against her lips before pushing her tongue into her mouth again. She’s already shifting, readying to move into Lisa's lap and Lisa can’t imagine this playing out any better.

She squeezes at her breast, other hand joining it to tease the other, and waits for a chance to speak. “It’ll be worth it,” she finally manages when Jennie pulls back to immediately reach for Jennie's tank and remove it one quick motion. Her own shirt follows and Lisa twists her hips to help free her surprise from where she’d wedged it mostly out of the way just as Jennie swings a knee over her lap.

She settles right on top of it and actually yelps, hips popping up and away. “Wha-, oh, my God!”

“What?” Lisa says with a smile, immediately pulling Jennie down by her waist to sit on her lap, the dildo being forgiving and leaning back so its hardness presses against Jennie without being uncomfortable.

“You’ve been wearing that this whole time?” Jennie's eyes are as wide as her nipples are hard and instead of answering her, Lisa leans down to bring one of them to her mouth. It draws a moan from Jennie immediately and her hips tilt once, twice, until they’re rocking a slow rhythm to grind herself against Lisa.

It’s killing Lisa to wait, but she believes in her own words: it will be worth it. She drinks in the way Jennie's body moves against hers, how with a glance up from where her tongue is still toying with the hard peaks of Jennie's breasts, Jennie's watching her, how Jennie's hands glide over her hair and shoulders and arms and back and breasts until her left hand is sliding down Jennie's stomach until it’s slipping under the waistband of Lisa's pants and she feels her wrap her hand arounLISA'S

It makes Lisa's hips twitch as though she could really feel it and she sucks maybe a little too hard on Jennie's nipple but all she gets is a hiss of an inhale in response before Jennie moving backward enough that she can pull the toy from Lisa's pants.

lisa lifts her head, then. She wants to watch what Jennie decides to do next. Her hand strokes over its length once before reaching down again and Lisa fights back a shiver when she feels Jennie's fingers slip under the tight-fitting briefs, between her legs, to touch her.