BLISSFUL ENCOUNTER [Jenlisa FF]

Part 13

There was something eternally beautiful about a sunrise. The way the darkness slowly faded, giving way to the light, like death making room for a new life. And although no sunrise was like the other, there was also something familiar, the steady rising of hope, of light winning over darkness.

Lisa usually loved the sunrise, loved to watch the day being born. She would take a deep breath, enjoy a steaming mug of coffee, the quietness of the early hour peaceful and promising at the same time. This morning however, she wasn't able to pay attention to the spectacular way the sun rose behind the horizon, and peace simply wouldn't come.

The realization that she was in fact in love with Jennie Kim had left her shaken and restless. She'd suspected it for a while, truth to be told, she'd suspected it right from the start, that she could be dangerous for the peace of her mind, but last night, while the waves of orgasm had swept over them, she'd known it for certain. Crying out her name at the peak of passion, she had done it from the depth of her soul, had known that she was lost, even though she'd heard the alarm bells ring in her head, even though she knew it left her open for hurt and pain. But nothing mattered, could matter, besides this burning fire inside, that left no room for anything else.

She hadn't been able to sleep after they'd finally made it inside the car, after they'd satisfied their needs again, this time with her on top, her hair gleaming above her, her pale skin shining in the moonlight. It had been on the ground that second time, and Lisa still felt the abrasions on her butt. At least they hadn't done it on the hood of the car again. Jesus, on the hood of a car! she'd never lost control like that before. Nothing had mattered anymore, not the danger of being discovered and locked up for immoral behaviour, not the strange location, the only thing that mattered was that she was finally able to fulfil her hunger, her need, and that Jennie had been doing the same.

Jennie might deny it today, but yesterday night Jennie wanted her as much as she wanted Jennie, the second time on the ground initiated by her lips, her need for more. She'd instantly fallen asleep then, sprawled atop of her, and for a moment she'd considered staying like this, savouring the feeling of her so close for the rest of the night. But reason had finally won out, and she'd carried her inside, tried to make her comfortable in the backseat, her soft snores causing an ache deep inside her chest, a longing for her to be always near, always by her side.

It wasn't going to happen, though. Lisa was too much of a realist to believe that one – or two – quick romps in the wilderness – not that they it felt like this for her, but undoubtedly Jennie would see it that way - would change a single thing. At least not for her. For her it had changed everything. But she knew without doubt that she wouldn't see it that way. Would she be embarrassed by her wanton behaviour, she wondered? Not that she minded it, or that it had been wanton at all. Jennie had been magnificent, and she'd not been able to look away from her face, with passion darkening her eyes, her mouth opening in a silent cry, her features slack with satisfaction. She'd been so beautiful, she'd wanted to paint her, to preserve her like that, but knew that no painter, even if she was a master of art, could catch that beauty.

Lisa had slipped from the car an hour ago, suddenly needing the fresh air, only a morning could provide, but she didn't admire the sunrise as usual, she just stood there, beside the car, her eyes closed, her thoughts racing. Ten minutes ago she'd managed to surface enough to alert the sheriff of their problem, and the man had promised to send the local mechanic with a spare tyre. Maybe she should wake Jennie now, Lisa thought, but the mechanic wouldn't appear before eight, and as it was only seven now, she decided to let her sleep a while longer. And this wasn't entirely unselfish. At least as long as she slept she could pretend she wouldn't react the way she dreaded, at least for those few minutes her heart would still stay intact.