Despising you

Chapter 31

J e n n i e

I am incredibly surprised that I'm not dealing with a chronic case of food poisoning after consuming that meal yesterday.

In my defence, I have a personal chef and when I give her time off, I just order food. I've never really had the need to cook, but clearly, I should start learning.

Unless I want Lisa to degrade my food like that again, although at least, she was honest. Not just about the food, but for once in her life she told me something about her life of her own volition—with only minimal coaxing. The way she told me why she doesn't waste food tortured me in ways I didn't expect.

I felt pity, of course I did, but most of all I felt...admiration. She's resilient clearly, far too resilient.

I've never really known how bad her home life was because she never gave me an opportunity to peek inside.

Now that she has, it made me understand her better, it made me feel even worse for throwing her poverty in her face over the years.

I know for a fact that if I grew up like she did, I wouldn't be as strong as her—to take every single insult she's had to over the years and not break, but instead, to continue working so hard.

I've always loved that she's a fighter, but there's so much more to it than I know.

I wanted to ask her more; I've always wanted to ask her more about her family, her childhood, and pretty much everything, but she didn't relent further. I shouldn't have asked anyway; we're just sex buddies.

Speaking of that, how was our first time that perfect? I mean, I did research beforehand, mostly by googling and YouTube videos. I did the same thing before I ate her out for the first time, I tried to watch some porn, but it was really unrealistic, so I just did research instead.

It really paid off, because I've never had a better time in bed. I've never felt so full, so sexually satisfied. I've never felt as cocky as I did either. I made her cum four times and I wanted to do so a thousand more times too.

I did that.

I want to do it again, as many times as possible until it's imprinted on my mind for eternity. I wanted to do it again yesterday after we ate and we did; five more times in total before she left.

I can't get enough; I just want my hands on her all the time. We should have been enemies with benefits much sooner.

Even now, I can't stop thinking about getting my hands on her. I came out of my first lesson five minutes ago and now I'm leaning against my locker, scrolling through my phone. Actually, I'm really just watching Lisa. She's standing by her locker talking to her friends. She looks as alluring as ever, especially with that lollipop she's currently sucking on.

Her eyes meet mine and I blush when I realize I've been caught staring, but she just smirks, swirling her tongue around the lollipop.

She looks so impeccable, so seductive as does her pretty mouth wrapped around that lollipop. It's taking every ounce of self-control for me not to go up to her and fuck her against her locker.

My shaky hands fish out my phone from my blazer pocket again and I hover over her contact, not wasting any time to reprimand her.

           Stop teasing me.

The bane of my existence:

          Make me.

Her instant response makes me look up from my phone and she's still looking at me. This time, she sucks the lollipop whole and I bite my lip in response. She is such an incredible tease.