Blazing Passion ( Jenlisa Adaptation)

Chapter 12

I'm crazy. I'm totally fucking crazy." Jennie gripped her steering wheel and shook it, trying to pry it from the column. She'd just had the most powerful and sexually charged night of her life. She'd done it. She'd gone in there and taken control, making Lisa do what she wanted. It was clearly insane behavior, completely out of her league, but it had worked. Lisa had touched her, wanted her. She'd even come with her.

Oh my God!

She eased down her window and screamed. "I'm fucking crazy!"

She laughed as the wind whipped her hair and teased her ear. God, she felt good. The new attitude was working wonders and now that she'd gotten what she wanted...

She slowed for a red light and checked herself in the rearview mirror. Her eyes were dark with liner and mascara. They were sexy but stirring with things she didn't understand.

She'd had her fun and had gotten her way. Well, not totally, but still, for the most part.

What about Lisa?

She accelerated roughly as the light changed. Lisa would be fine, despite the lost look on her face as she'd left. Lisa was good at the game. The master. She could handle it.

Yeah, but can I?

She pressed her lips together and nodded. She could. She was ready. Bring it on. Hopefully, Lisa would come knocking, but if she didn't, that was okay too. She knew what mind-blowing sex was now, and she could either give it to herself or find it on her own.

The thought scared her a little. Could she really be like Lisa and approach women with confidence and an air of expected respect? More than that, could she actually find someone she was attracted to like she was Lisa? She laughed nervously and the wind blew it back at her. She didn't like the way it felt, and she eased up her window and wrung her hands on the steering wheel the rest of the way home.

After parking in her garage and closing the door, she went to her phone and checked her voice mail. A small part of her, bigger than she wanted to admit, thought there might actually be a message from Lisa begging her for more, wanting to come over. But she had no messages and her cell phone had been silent. She pushed away the disappointment already starting to try to surface.

"I need a drink." She kicked off her heels and rolled off her stockings. Her legs tingled a little at the feel of fresh air as she strode through her small kitchen to the cabinet next to the fridge. She pulled down an old bottle of Scotch and downed a shot straight from the lip. She winced a little and screwed on the cap, hoping the big sip would be enough to relax her.

Sighing, she leaned against the countertop and absorbed the calm silence of her kitchen. The pale yellow walls soothed her, but the quiet of her cozy home was starting to bother her. Her old routine of coming home, making a small, easy dinner, and sitting in front of the television all night had been cast aside days ago. She rarely bothered with dinner now, and the television offered nothing to compete with Lisa Manobal. Her evenings were spent doing homework, pacing the living room as she went over all the different ways she could see Lisa, calling the club and hanging up, and then going to her room to bring herself to climax countless times until sleep finally claimed her.

She'd hoped after her earlier success in seeing Lisa, that the night would bring some much needed comfort and peace. But the normally tranquil walls of her home still seemed gaping and empty, silently mocking her.

She thought back to the harsh words spoken by her co- workers about how she probably lived alone with twenty-five cats. She didn't even have a cat, or any other pet, and instead of that comforting her, it just sounded all the more pathetic. What had she done with the last ten years?

She'd hidden away in her little house hoping and praying the rest of the world would just leave her alone.

Alone.

She was definitely alone. She pushed off the counter and headed straight to her bedroom. She flicked on the light and stripped. The shower called to her, but she decided against it. Instead, she crawled into bed and held her blouse close to her face. The smell of Lisa's cologne rocketed through her and she shivered with desire, her nipples hardening and her clit pulsing.

How badly she wanted Lisa in her bed. Every night. Every single night.

How long would this yearning last? Was there ever a cure?

What if Lisa wasn't enough?

She thought back to their heated time together and her hand drifted to between her legs. They'd come together, and she knew she'd never forget the look in Lisa's eyes as ecstasy had overcome her. As the memory of it floated though her mind, she opened her legs and stroked her clitoris. Her flesh was still painfully swollen and it didn't take long to bring herself to the brink of desire. The climax was powerful but quick, and she kept stroking with Lisa's face in her mind. She came again loudly, arching her back off the bed. Yes, yes, yes. Oh God.

Lisa's face still hovered as she sank into the sheets. It watched over her and spoke softly, wishing her a good night. She nestled into her blouse and breathed deeply.

Would anything ever be enough again? Jennie didn't know. And as she closed her eyes and breathed in Lisa's scent, she was sure of just one thing.

Whether she could get enough of Lisa or not, nothing would ever be the same.