JL Short Fiction

Making The Rent [2]

Jennie could feel the sunlight warming her face from the nearby window and she snuggled in deeper. It wasn't every day that she woke up in the morning to the sunshine. Besides the fact that her bed was on the opposite side of the window, she always had to get up way before the sun rose. It was nice being bathed in warmth, snuggled in a bed so comfortable it couldn't possibly be her narrow twin...with a soft body against...

Oh God.

Jennie opened her eyes and closed them again quickly. It only took a second to realize just what bed she was in and whose sexy bare chest was against her naked back. Lisa's arm was slung around her waist, keeping her pinned against her and she thankfully noted that she wasn't completely naked when she felt the brush of her groin against her, covered in what felt like extremely thin cotton. She took a deep breath and began to move slowly across the bed. Inching. Inching was the key. She made it half a foot from Lisa when she pulled her back against her, nuzzling against her neck.

"Not yet, baby," Lisa murmured into her hair, talking in her sleep.

Jennie froze, trying not to breathe. Oh gods, could this get more embarrassing? No doubt she had fallen asleep last night in the middle of her sitting. The thought made her nauseas. Had she snored? Oh gods, she probably snored. And drooled. She knew there had to be drool. She wished she were a snail so she could just crawl back inside her shell. Obviously, she had looked so pathetic passed out in Lisa's bed - after she fed her - that she just let her sleep. She was doing a great job of surviving on her own, oh yes, she was. Lisa had to hate this, her best friend's bratty little sister mooching off of her for a place to stay, eating all her food, sleeping in her bed. She felt like Goldilocks. And now she was in the middle of some dream, probably about that skank, Sana, and was grabbing the nearest warm body.

Very carefully, Jennie tried to move away. Lisa grumbled in her sleep, rolling her onto her back underneath her, forcing one of her legs between her thighs as her hand descended over one of her breasts. She smiled in her sleep, snuggling closer against her.

Despite all the warning bells going off in her head, telling her that she needed to get out of that bed, Jennie couldn't ignore the fact that she had lusted after Lisa from the moment she hit puberty. She was a goddess and dark eyes with a body that - oh gods, it was pressed against her and she swallowed so hard it was audible. The thought of her body made her weak. The reality of it pressed against her made her want to weep for joy. There was no way she could capture Lisa's attention. Lisa liked older, sophisticated - slutty - women. What could she, a nineteen-year-old virgin, possibly have to offer her? Nothing. But it didn't stop her from dreaming.

Jennie turned her head, her sleeping face on the pillow a mere hair's breadth from her own. Lisa was so damn beautiful. The sunlight streaming through the window caressed her face, making her look like an angel. She couldn't help it, she reached out, gently tracing the line of her jaw with her fingertips. What would it be like to wake up with her after a night of passion? What would it be like to really be with her? A wistful sigh escaped her lips and Lisa's eyes fluttered open.

Jennie went deathly still. Lisa blinked, obviously disoriented, but quickly recovered. She looked at her and down at their intertwined bodies. Lisa's dark eyes once again met hers and she waited for the inevitable embarrassment, the rejection.

It never came.

Lisa moved only slightly, but it was more than enough to close the distance between them and then her lips were on hers, gently coaxing. Jennie whimpered, parting her lips for her and the sound seemed to spur her on. Her hand tightened on her breast, moving down to cup it while she gently pinched her nipple. Jennie arched into her touch, her legs instinctively tightening around her invading thigh. Lisa rumbled deep in her chest, a sound of pure masculine satisfaction. She pushed herself up, maneuvering herself over her, urging her to part her thighs far enough to accommodate her hips. Jennie did so eagerly, gasping as she came to rest against her, her erection prodding against her most sensitive places. Lisa's hands slid up to grip the sides of her face, holding her still as her mouth attacked her with raw passion. Jennie's hands played over her back, her short nails digging into the corded muscle, tracing over the shoulder blade that she knew bore her tattoo - the same tattoo she had dreamed of touching for years.