Jennie g!p
Lisa went to one party in her college career, and for that Jennie Kim was extremely grateful. Lisa graduated in two years, thanks to AP credits and summer courses, but those two years grated on every single one of Jennie's nerves.
Those college guys were all over her, and since she was graduating two years early, her "class" was two years older than her.
The first time Jennie heard one of those little shits calling her "baby," She thought She might pop an artery. She was trying to be a laid-back 28 year old Girlfriend to a college girl, but it didn't come naturally to allow her sweet girl to hang out with slobbering douchebags who definitely wanted to fuck her.
Despite this, Jennie wanted to prove a point. So in the middle of Lisa's second (and final) year of school, when Jennie heard that Lisa's been invited to her friend's birthday party, She enthusiastically encouraged her girlfriend to go. Lisa didn't want to because she was, at her core, a homebody, and she'd certainly made herself quite at home in the two-bedroom apartment they shared.
"Are you serious?" Lisa asked, giggling and resting her cheek on her palm as she watched the feline eyed her put away their groceries.
"Very," Jennie assured her, swallowing her hesitation. "I don't want you to think I'm overbearing, and besides, I trust you. You shouldn't graduate without a real college experience like this. You haven't partied at all. It'll be good for you, really."
When She glanced over her shoulder at her, Lisa was eyeing her consideringly, one dark eyebrow raised.
"Nini, I know you're overbearing, and it's hot. You and I both know that you'll be here pacing tracks into the carpet all night if I go to some bar all by myself. I don't want to go, anyway, you know I don't like that sort of thing," she assured her girlfriend.
Jennie did know that. She was a buzzkill if Jennie ever met one. She was genuinely unhappy around drunk people, and she hated being out past dinnertime. But maybe she would actually enjoy letting loose just this once. And She didn't want her to regret wasting her college experience with her, especially since She intended to keep her with her forever. There was no room for her to wish things had been different.
"I know, baby, but I just think you should try it. I will be worried, but it's not like you never go anywhere alone. And obviously you can call me to pick you up whenever. As long as your phone is charged, I will be fine. And you will, too."
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It was hard to hold onto that stance when She saw what Lisa was wearing. It was the following weekend, the night of the party, and Lisa came tottering out of their bedroom at 8 p.m., sporting two-inch heels and smothering a yawn in her fist.
God, she was beautiful. The dress she wore was short, and the hem was flirty and loose. She'd worn it on Jennie's birthday last year, when she made her dinner and let Jennie fuck her in front of a mirror like She'd always wanted. It skimmed the curves of her delectable body, accentuating her breasts and hips, and She knew from experience how easy it was to flip that little skirt up over her hips.
She wanted to take her back into their room and fuck her, or maybe shove her onto her knees right there in the living room and fuck her face until her makeup was ruined. Instead, She curled a finger in a "come here" gesture and watched the deep flush spread up her neck to rest in her pretty cheeks.
