Training (Jenlisa Adaptation)

Lisa

The house is dark and empty when we stagger back inside. My room's closer, so we make a beeline to my door. I slap around the wall, fumbling for the light switch, and we fall into bed, tangled up together.

We can't touch each other enough. Everywhere our skin brushes, endorphins flush through me. Yes, every cell in my body is saying, yes, you idiot, finally, you've got it right. Soon, we're kissing and grinding up against each other, our clothes half-pulled off. She rears back and looks at me, her eyes glazed and black. She reaches out and trails her hand down my naked stomach, stroking down to the soft curls between my legs. My abs clench as her fingertips brush between my lips. She pauses.

"You don't have to do anything," I mumble.

"I want to." She bites her lip. "Show me," she whispers. "I'm nervous."

I kiss her cheek and carefully adjust her hand. "Like this." I shiver when she presses inside me. Her lips part. "You feel—God. You're so hot, inside."

My eyes slide shut. I guide her hand in a few gentle thrusts, fighting to keep my face straight as her fingers rub in me.

She picks up the rhythm quickly. "Good?" She whispers.

"You're a natural," I mutter, then cry out when she grazes my G-spot. She does it again, and again, gently rubbing the heel of her hand against my clit, making me shudder. She's touching me so tenderly, and it's burning up my brain.

Fighting to catch my breath, I peek up at her through my lashes. She's staring at my face, drinking up my reactions, looking at me like I'm something so precious and perfect. No one's ever, ever looked at me like this before. A weakness runs through me. She cups my cheek with her free hand. "Love you," she whispers. "Love you love you love you."

I tip my face into her palm, suddenly feeling overwhelmed. Fuck me. She's making love to me. My heart is blazing like the sun.

She dips so her mouth touches my ear. "Can I try something?"

I nod, and she pulls out her fingers, cutting off my whine of protest by climbing on top of me and pushing a knee between my legs. She presses my wrists back into the pillow and leans down to kiss me, deeply.

"Oh my God," I gasp, as her slim thigh grazes my clit. She moves her hips in a slow, smooth circle, rubbing up against me. "Oh, God."

She strokes my palms with her thumbs. "Is this okay?"

"Fuck. Yes. Holy shit, Nini, are you the world's most fucking unlikely top?" I legitimately thought she couldn't get any hotter.

She laughs and kisses me harder, and I can feel her clit, wet and hot against my own leg, as she starts to grind against my thigh. I gasp, my hips starting to stutter to the same rhythm. The kissing just gets hotter, hotter and hotter, and the feeling in my belly draws tighter and tighter. Noises start to fall out of my mouth, sad, desperate little whines. My hands slide all over her, through her hair, down her back. My hips are moving uncontrollably, getting faster, pressing up harder into her skin,

We're quiet for a moment, just kissing and kissing. Then--

Oh. Oh. Oh, God.

It hits me unexpectedly, a sudden rushing wash that seizes me up and then scatters over my skin like warm rain. She cries out in surprise as I clench around her leg, and reaches down to stroke my face as I come, keeping her steady rocking motion between my legs, wringing me out. When my eyes finally flutter back open again, I look up at her. Her cheeks are burning, black hair falling all around her shoulders, and she has this shiny, sweaty flush all over her chest and collarbone and neck.

"You're so beautiful," she whispers, "Fuck." She closes her eyes, looking pained. "God, I'm so close, I—"

"I know." I can feel her naked clit twitching and throbbing against my leg. I sit up, pull her towards me, and wetness streaks stickily over my thigh. She moans, rubbing helplessly against me.

"Lili," she mumbles. "Lili, please, I'm about to die--"

I pull her even closer, until our bodies are plastered together and I can feel her sweat on my skin. Her heart hammers against my breasts. I slide one hand between her legs, cupping her, and touch myself with the other. She hisses and bucks against me, lifting her hands to grab at my hair, and I start rubbing tight little circles with the pad of my thumb, one, two, three, four--

It only takes five before she's shouting and clenching against me, her eyes squeezed closed, her bottom lip caught between her teeth. She presses her face into my neck, panting into my skin as she shakes. The feeling of her breasts trembling against mine, the soft moans in my ear, the hot wet flutter against my fingers as she comes on my hand--it's all enough to push me over the edge again, and my fingers jerk against my own clit as we grip onto each other, shaking, our bodies pulsing together.

Eventually, the contractions finally stop, and her hips shy away from my hand. I flop back down onto the mattress, tugging her with me so she lands on top of me.

She's trembling slightly, as she pulls back her hair. I reach down and stroke her cheek. "You okay?"

"Oh my God," she gasps, as I hold her. "Oh my God, Lisa. Lili. Lisa—" I kiss her cheeks, and her hair, and her arms, and eventually she calms down, burying her face into my shoulder.

That was it. That's what I dreamed sex would be, back when I was seventeen.

"I love you," she whispers, and I dissolve. She curls up against me, pressing her face between my tits. I just lay there for a while, holding her, panting.

"God. I love you, too."

Her hips twitch when I smooth my palm over her soft arse, and she wriggles uncomfortably. I slide a hand between her thighs, stroking, and she moans.

"I know, babe," I mumble against her temple. "Just give me a second. You've blown out my brains. Don't worry, I'll take care of you."

"Aren't we done?"

"If you want." I bite her ear. "We can order in, watch a film, or something." I trace my tongue down the curve of her ear. She likes that, rubbing up against me instinctively. Our hips press together, and I feel a streak of hot stickiness rub up against my thigh. I laugh into her neck. "But it kinda feels like you need to go again, baby. You're practically dripping all over me."

"We can do that?"

It takes me a second to piece together the picture. "Oh my God," I whisper. I forgot. She learned everything she knows from movies and one useless man who fell asleep five seconds after he came.

"What?"

"Oh my God." I'm an idiot. A dumbass. A terrible teacher.

She gets annoyed, shoves against my chest. "What?"

"I can't believe—" I stare at her, wide-eyed. "I forgot to teach you about multiple orgasms."

Her cheeks flush darker. "Multiple—"

"You must have heard of them. I literally just gave you a visual demonstration."

"Well, obviously, you can," she looks embarrassed. "But Lili, I can barely manage one orgasm."

I stare at her in disbelief. She says she can't come again, while she's squirming in my lap, red faced and flustered and so horny she's halfway to orgasm. I put my hands under her ass and drag her up my body, pressing my tits against hers. She quivers on top of me, her whole body trembling with anticipation, and I have to laugh. "Gosh, babe, you still have so much left to learn. I think I'm coming up with a whole new curriculum. Term two. We'll start with spanking. That okay?"

She smiles, pressing her hot, pink cheek to mine. "Everything. I want you to teach me everything." 

The End.

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