Teach Me - Jenlisa G!P

CHAPTER 6 - Aftermath

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Authors note: I'll be splitting up this chapter into 3 parts and releasing them one after the other, so tomorrow expect a new chapter. I may do this with the previous chapter as it's really long.

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I wake up in Lisa's dimly lit guest bedroom, blinking as my eyes adjust. Rubbing my face, I roll out of bed and stumble into the ensuite bathroom.  My mind is still spinning from yesterday's chaos and the argument with Lisa.

As the cool water hits my face, I replay the events from finding the condoms to Lisa pinning me down. 

My cheeks grow red as I work the sudsy soap onto my face. I still can't wrap my head around what occurred yesterday, the way her eyes looked as she stared into mine. 

I know I might have gone too far... I'm afraid I actually hurt her.

Drying my face and stepping out of the bathroom, why do I care about whether I hurt her or not?

I mean, I had a normal reaction. Anyone hearing something as insane as her having a penis, dick, whatever you want to call it... would have reacted the same.

I exit the guest bedroom and look around, trying to make sense of my surroundings. I didn't get a good look at it yesterday with all the chaos. 

Like trying to run out of the show at midnight... Her house screams money, even though it's not as flashy as mine. The marble floors and modern architecture were definitely expensive. I wander down the hall, tracing my hand over the velvety white wall. It's like walking through a museum with all these antiques, like this massive what I assume to be an African mask hanging on the wall.

I stop in my tracks when I see a bunch of family pictures on the wall. Lisa's family must travel a lot—there are photos from all over the world. But weirdly, Lisa isn't in many of them. Does she not like to travel?

I finally reach something that seems promising for getting out of this place: an open-plan kitchen/sitting room. There are massive glass windows and doors facing me. 

From what I can see because they're covered in white drapes, it leads to a large balcony.

I cautiously walk forward to the centre of the living room. The smell of bitter cigarette smoke hits my nose, and I almost gag. Seriously, someone must be smoking on the street, and it's blowing into the house through the open doors. 

I move closer to the sliding glass doors, about to close them. Peeking through the curtains, I see a dark figure outside, cigarette in hand, exhaling smoke like a chimney. Is someone else here apart from me and Lisa? Maybe her family came home?

Curious, I pull the curtains back and—surprise—my mouth opens agape as the blurry picture of who it could be focuses, and the once blurry figure becomes clear. 

Lisa... I slowly blink. 

She looks like a deer caught in headlights, quickly putting out the cigarette and trying to act normal.