Training (Jenlisa Adaptation)

Jennie

It's just a little kiss. A soft, hot press of lips that leaves my skin prickling under my shirt. Exhaling in relief, I twist to catch her mouth, but she pulls back.

"Don't mind me," she murmurs. "Keep watching the film."

"But—"

"Go on. My computer has probably contracted some terrible virus for you, the least you can do is pay attention."

Reluctantly, I turn back to the screen. A few minutes later, it happens again. Her lips touch the side of my throat. Again, I turn to kiss her back. Again, she pulls away.

"If you stop watching the movie, I'll stop," she warns. "I'm just occupying myself, here. Look, Darcy's being sexy and repressed again."

I take a shaky breath and turn back to the laptop. Her lips move back to my neck, gentle as a rose petal getting dragged over my skin. I close my eyes as my blood pressure skyrockets, forcing myself to stay still.

She kisses my neck for a long, long time. Anyone else would have moved on by now, but she's very focussed. It starts to drive me crazy. Her mouth is so hot and wet, on my throat, my collarbone, under my jaw. I squirm on the bed, feeling my pants getting damp under my skirt. She gets a little of my skin between her teeth, and my whole body jerks towards her. Her tongue flicks against the sore skin and heat spills through me, burning. I moan.

"Mmm," she murmurs, doing it again. "I like when you make noises. Will you take your shirt off?"

"I-if you will, too."

Immediately, she grabs the hem of her t-shirt and yanks it over her head. I stare at her chest. I'm used to seeing her in a sports bra, but today, she's in plain pink cotton. Her boobs are soft and white and taut. My hands ache to touch them. I fiddle desperately with the buttons on my shirt.

She laughs. "You need a hand with that?" Before I can respond, she's leaning forward, efficiently unbuttoning my blouse with strong, quick fingers. I stay still as she gently pushes aside the panels and stares at me, her blue eyes darkening.

"Fuck." She bends and kisses the little bow between the cups, and desire gushes through my blood. I shift my weight, trying to get some pressure between my legs. "You're stunning, Nini."

"Please," I whisper, looking at her. "Please."

She presses her cheek into my cleavage, rubbing into me like a cat. Without a shadow of a doubt, the feeling of a girl's face between my tits is more arousing than anything Ye-jun ever did to me. I arch my back, overwhelmed.

She glances up at me, smiles, then reaches out and pushes the bag of chocolate right off the bed. "Whoops!" She says brightly. "I'd better get that."

Before I know what's happening, she's slid onto her knees on the floor, and her mouth is on my thigh. I gasp.

"This okay, babe?" She kisses a little higher.

"Yes."

"Mmm." She pushes forward until her head is under the tent of my skirt. I shudder all over as I feel her hot mouth on my thighs, her hair sifting against my sensitive skin. "Jennie," she groans, reaching up to trace the seam of my pants with her finger. "You wear lace under these little skirts? Fuck, I'm never going to be able to look at you again." My breath catches on a gasp as she nuzzles into the damp fabric, then gives me a tiny peck. The sensation is so sudden that I flinch away.

"Okay?" she murmurs, stroking my thigh soothingly.

"Yeah. Sorry. Just—I'm not used to having someone's teeth so close my vagina."