Despising you

Chapter 27

J e n n i e

Mouth. Her mouth, on me. Her tongue, inside me. It's all I can think about. It's all I'll ever be able to think about for the rest of my days.

It was only a few days ago, but I want it again; I need it again. I want her mouth on every inch of my body all the time.

I was completely baffled when Lisa came up with the suggestion of stripping for answers, although to be honest, I've never been that motivated to remember an answer to anything before.

That little toned body of hers; I wanted so desperately to rid her of all the clothes she was wearing.

I've never wanted anyone to touch me more in my entire life. I've never desired someone's mouth on me so vividly before.

I can't even begin to describe the way she made me cum, it was so monumentally incredible that no words could ever do it justice.

I used to think people were exaggerating when they spoke about how transcendent getting head or having sex was, now I know they weren't.

It's changed something in me, like the floodgates have opened and I can't control them. My mind is absolutely frazzled and I'm not angry about it, not at all.

Now, all I can think about is getting my hands on her body the next time I see her. I've never wanted to touch anyone as badly as I want to touch her.

I didn't even want to leave, I wanted to stay and reciprocate really badly, yet she was so gentle with me; she just understood better than me that maybe it was too much for one day and she was right.

That is why I have avoided her since then. The way she looked at me after has ruined me. It made me realize exactly what I've been doing, especially when I got home and my mother was there for once before she left for another business trip that will probably last weeks.

We had dinner together and I felt absolutely disgusted the whole time, because I still don't regret what I did with Lisa.

It's just sexual at the end of the day, it only becomes a problem once it becomes something more than that—which it never will. This is just experimenting, nothing wrong with that because no one will ever know.

I can't ignore Lisa any longer regardless, because we have a tutoring session today and the doorbell just rang, so I know she's here, even though she's like twenty minutes late.

I open the door and there she stands, in a black mini skirt and black tank top.

Seriously, does she only own tank tops? To be fair, they do wonders for that tight little body.

"Hey," Lisa says casually.

She doesn't let me respond before she waltzes into my house like she didn't give me the best orgasm of my life a few days ago, like I wasn't begging for her to eat me out.

I quirk my eyebrows at her casual demeanour, but I am a little grateful she isn't hoarding this over me. I mean, I've berated her whole life for years for being bisexual and now I let her go down on me...and I loved it? If I were in her shoes, I wouldn't let me forget it, especially after avoiding her for days.

"You're late," I say, shaking my head of any other thoughts.

"Yeah, I was just getting my grades for my maths exam," she says, shrugging.

"What did you get?" I find myself asking for some reason.

"A plus, obviously."

Obviously. She's such a cocky little shit, but why is it so attractive? Also, why is my chest swelling up in... pride? Since when have I ever cared about what grades she gets?