The Promised [Jenlisa FF]

Part 8

Jumping back from each other, clothes began to fly everywhere as Jennie and Lisa tried to get dressed.

Shooting Lisa a panicked look, Jennie responded to Bambam's repeat request. "Uh, Bambam, yeah, I'm here. Just, uh, give me a minute, will you??"

Outside the door, Bambam stood back and stared at the door in confusion. Again, jiggling the doorknob, he asked, "Jennie, why the hell is the door locked? Is Yoongi with you?"

"GOD, no, Bambam!" Jennie yelled at the door. Rolling her eyes, she again looked at Lisa, who was attempting to button her pants when her fingers wouldn't cooperate under the pressure. Shrugging her shoulders at her with an apologetic look on her face, she tried to hurry, but she didn't have a clue as to what she should say. What happened between she and Jennie was private, so it was up to her how she wanted to handle this with her friends.

"Then what the hell are you doing in there, Jennie?" Bambam questioned. "Hell, Lisa's out here somewhere looking for you. And I know you don't want to miss her. So, unlock the damn door."

Blushing, Jennie looked at Lisa who had the class to blush as well. "Well, Bambam," Jennie said, running over to Lisa so she could zip her dress, "Lisa kind of found me. Uh, could you, uh, just give us a moment? Please?"

Bambam jumped back from the door like the knob had shocked him. Not knowing whether to be pissed or tickled, he just stood there. Jennie, Lisa, locked door. No one had to draw him a picture. "Oh, uh, yeah, Jennie. No problem. I just wanted to make sure you were OK. Uh, people are starting to wonder about where you are. So, you probably need to, you know, like, make with the, uh, hurry. I'll just go back out front." Still stunned, Bambam turned around to rejoin the party. Jennie and Lisa, who would have thought it? Smiling, he laughed out loud as she made her way down the hallway. Funny, how it felt like the most natural thing in the world.

Sighing, Jennie sat down in her mom's chair, finally having managed to right her clothes. Looking up at Lisa, she could see that she was putting on her jacket, looking almost as good as she did earlier. Not 'naked' earlier, she thought, just 'clothed' earlier. Blushing again at her thoughts, she stood up and went to the mirror to fix her face. Grabbing her bag from the desk drawer where she had put it earlier, she pulled out all the necessary war paint and started to try to cover up the welt that was still visible on her face, as well as fix her makeup, which was a lot worse for wear after the events of tonight. As all this transpired, Lisa finished dressing and leaned against the door, watching Jennie.

Feeling uncomfortable under her scrutiny, Jennie looked back at her and asked, "What are you looking at?" smiling to soften her words.

Chuckling, she shook her head. Jennie never pulled any punches. "You, if you want to know. It's somehow erotic just watching you do something simple like apply makeup. I guess I'm just a pervert at heart when it comes to grown up Jennie." Waggling her eyebrows at her, Lisa looked her up and down, giving her an evil leer.

Finished with what she was doing, Jennie went over and softly kissed her on the mouth. "Okay, do I pass?"

Reaching down and grabbing her by the ass, Lisa squeezed her soft globes. "Oh, hell, Jennie, you don't need makeup for that." Leaning down, she kissed her soft lips gently.

Pulling back, Jennie grabbed her by the hand and unlocked the door. "Guess we better go and join the party, huh?"

Sighing, not wanting to do any such thing, Lisa silently nodded agreement. Hand in hand, they went to face the firing squad, each knowing that Bambam probably shared what he found with her friends, and they were going to want explanations.