Our Love (Jenlisa Adaptation)

One day

"I can't believe we didn't get caught," Lisa laughed, leaning back against the elevator wall. Jennie stood next to her, their shoulders lightly touching. The doors closed and the elevator moved.

"There are a lot of privileges in my position, dear," the brunette smirked, watching their reflection in the shiny elevator doors. "And one of them is that if I say don't bother me, no one dares to do it. I've warned my secretary that I'll be busy in the studio and don't let anyone bother me. I'm sure the staff have been avoiding this floor."

When they laughed their shoulders touched again. Jennie felt a tingling sensation in her fingertips. She was madly tempted to touch the blonde again. After their little adventure in the studio, the flame inside had died down a little, but the embers still smoldered bright and hot. Jennie didn't know what she wanted more: to pour a bucket of cold water on herself to calm down for a while, or on the contrary, to fan the infernal flames of passion even more. The brunette tried to keep her composure. When they were in the studio, she felt completely safe. No one would dare to disturb them there. And here, in the elevator, they could easily be exposed. No, Jennie didn't care at all about everyone finding out about her sexual preferences. The fashion industry was a hive of homosexuality, so it was unlikely that anyone would be particularly interested in the subject. It was more than that. Jennie prided herself on her ability to act professional and collected in any situation, especially in front of her coworkers. So, tormented by inner doubts and contradictions, she and Lisa tried their best to keep their cool.

"Do you think anyone heard us?" Lisa asked, nudging the brunette with her elbow. Jennie looked at her, raising her eyebrows in surprise. "Well, I mean, we were being pretty loud....."

Jennie closed her eyes and took a deep breath in and a slow exhale. Her pulse quickened at the memory of recent events. The girl wanted to refute what she had said, but realized that it would sound stupid after everything that had happened on the studio floor. Lisa had given her feelings that she hadn't experienced in a long time, if ever. And Jennie wasn't at all ashamed of her reaction. But it would have been rather embarrassing if other people in the building had heard her moans and cries of pleasure.

Lisa leaned over a little to see the slight tinge of shyness on Jennie's cheeks. She smiled and stroked the back of her hand.

" I was just kidding," Manobal said. "Even if someone heard, it wasn't just you."

Jennie took another deep breath. Images flashed through her mind, the sounds of their lovemaking echoing in her head as if it were happening over and over again. A pleasant throbbing could be felt in the bottom of her stomach. Clearing her throat, she pressed her back against the cold wall of the elevator, cursing herself for not masturbating more often. Of course, if she'd spent the last four years doing it a little more often, she wouldn't be aroused half the time now. And the adorably smirking blonde was only making things harder right now. Even the simple realization that Lisa was standing so close, and they were breathing the same air, sent a pleasant wave of heat through the brunette's body. And the fact that Lisa, intentionally or not, had mentioned their recent session at the studio made her even more eager.

" Hey, come on," the student said quietly, bringing Jennie back to reality. "I didn't mean to embarrass you. It was just a joke. I'm sorry."

Jennie didn't answer again. She inhaled sharply and shook her head, but Lisa didn't seem to realize what was happening to her.

"On the contrary, I thought your sounds were very sexy," Lisa covered the brunette's hand with her own. "Damn sexy. I really thought..."

Jennie didn't let her finish. Turning sharply, she literally pressed the blonde into the wall, gagging her mouth with a rough kiss, digging her nails into her neck. A guttural moan escaped her lips. Lisa reacted instantly, pulling Jennie even closer to her. Her hands slid around her waist, once again exploring the seductive curves of the brunette's body. Jennie moaned softly as she felt Lisa's strong hands on her hips.