Special [Jenlisa]

Ch.12: Jennie's Loves

Jennie sighed. It would be funny if it wasn't tragic.

"What's wrong, love?" She probed, even though she already had an idea of ​​what was happening with Lisa's body.

Lisa caught her lower lip between her teeth as she looked down at her lap with slightly teary eyes, "L-looks like pee-pee, but the pee-pee isn't here."

Jennie closed her eyes, feeling a terrible urge to laugh.

"Listen, you're just... Too excited. With the kissing, maybe."

Lisa shook her head frantically, "L-Lisa isn't up right now. I-it hurts down there."

"Are you OK." Jennie guaranteed, "I meant lively in another sense. It's normal."

Lisa had her frown on, "Why?"

Jennie slowly exhaled through her nose, moving closer to Lisa and cupping her face in her hands, making small circles with her thumbs on her slightly flushed cheeks.

"It's...because..." Jennie clucked, snorting. She had no idea what to say.

What would I say? Oh, you are with the Atlantic Ocean in your underwear because you want to give me!

She involuntarily laughed at her stupid thought and concentrated on coming up with an acceptable answer.

"Well, you're excited." Jennie shrugged, "It happens when you're in...hot moments, like-"

"Kisses," Lisa opined, her head being tilted slightly to the side.

Jennie bit her lip. "Also... anyway. Or when you see something... interesting and-"

"Kissing on TV."

The brown-eyed girl laughed, leaving a brief kiss on the older girl's mouth.

"Sometimes they can be more than kisses."

Lisa opened her mouth to reply, but Jennie silenced her with a quick kiss and continued speaking. The hazel-eyed one did not protest, however; She liked to feel how Jennie's lips were soft and warm and the whirlwind of sensations that a not-so-simple gesture of hers caused her.

"Are you feeling wet down there?" After Lisa's positive signal, the Korean sighed. "Well, it's not pee. That's your body's way of telling you that you're aroused...that you're aroused."

"Oh," the hazel-eyed girl nodded once, "do guys get wet too?"

Jennie took a deep breath, mustering all her strength not to laugh and further frustrate the girl in front of her.

"Did your mother never talk about this with you?"

"Nini," Lisa protested, grabbing Jennie's shirt in her hands and pulling insistently.

"Ok, I'm sorry." Jennie smirked, gently stroking Lisa's wrists and pushing them away from her body, "Guys don't get wet because they don't have what us girls have."

"The boys have the... the little thing." Lisa pursed her lips.

"Yeah," Jennie gave a nasal giggle. "And the little thing of theirs kind of... that... remains..." she gestured with her fingers, in order to make it easier for Lisa to understand.

"Nini, stop." Lisa covered her eyes, wincing as she frantically shook her head, "Yuck!"

"Don't you want me to explain?" Jennie's voice didn't hide her laughter.

"Uh, yeah." Lisa released the hem of her shirt and pursed her lips, "B-but I want to know about the girls. Thanks."

"I appreciate it," Jennie sighed in relief.