Love me crazy ( Jenlisa ) ( GIP )

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                         Four Weeks Later

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"I done thought the president came to town when all them shiny black cars went by. The Kims sure did make an entrance!" —Pop from the Dime-In.

LISA

My hand fists Rosé's soft silky blonde hair, and I kiss the crook of her neck just as her hand brushes down my stomach and beneath my waistband. Her fingers pull and tug at my briefs eagerly before fully shoving her hand down my pants and gripping my hard cock.

"You're always hard." She arches a brow as if my having a boner all the time is a bad thing. It's only a problem if I don't have something to rid of it.

"What do you plan to do about it?" My voice is husky. Her wet tongue slides along her bottom lip lapping up her sticky lip gloss, her eyes narrowing in on her arm extended down my pants.

I'd be all over her if I thought this would end any different than any other time she had her hand down my pants. She's a cock tease. She'll fondle my dick, pump it a few times and then throw up the shy card, leaving me with blue balls and a hard as rock veiny cock for the rest of the fucking day.

The bell rings, and I step away just enough for her to lose her grip so I can situate myself and zip up my pants. My cock is sensitive and pissed as I shove it back down, but I have gym class, and Coach will roast my ass if I don't show up. It's the end of senior year, and all eyes are on me. I have a free ride to play at Texas College, and every teacher and passerby lets me know just how proud they are of me. Talk about fucking pressure.

I don't know if playing ball is even what I want anymore...

"You can be late," Rosé giggles, reaching for my shirt.

"Easy," I tell her, her excitement sexy but desperate. She's too obliging sometimes. Pushing her hands away, she looks up at me with pouty blue eyes. "I gotta get to class, or Coach will come looking for me," I explain. If anyone is watching me closely, it's him. I'm a golden stamp on his resume of coaching football.

"Whatever." Rosé smacks her lips, fixing her ponytail in an uncaring matter. "The squad needs to get together to see who is all going to cheer-camp this summer anyway," she huffs. Trying to put herself back together after making out with me. Rosé's the cheer captain and about as stereotypical as you can get. Blonde hair, blue eyes, perky tits, strong legs, and her nose held above everyone else's in the school.

Tossing my letterman jacket over my shoulder, I casually step out of the photography room and into the crowd of students rushing to their next class. Knowing the drill, Rosé will step out and walk the other way two minutes after.

A hard shoulder bumps into me, knocking my steps sideways.

"Did you nail her?" Bobby laughs, running his hand through his shaggy brown hair that he disheveled walking into me. He's a foot taller than me, tan skin, and plays offense. He did have two black gauges in his earlobes before the coach had him remove them, so in true rebellion fashion, he got a tattoo on his forearm displaying our mascot, the Blue Cats, of scratches slashing through his arm and blue blood staining his skin. The girls in this school have thought he's hot shit since. I don't show my tattoo off as much.

"Come on, how many Home EC classes are you going to miss and snuggle up with Miss Pom-poms only to head to practice and poke me in the ass with a hard-on," he teases.

"Hopefully, the wait will be worth the blue balls," I half laugh.

"So, then you need to wear a cup today?" He tilts his head to the side, and I smirk, shaking my head.