A Jenlisa Fanfic: Situationship

Chapter 4

Jennie's POV:

As I soon as Lisa and I stepped inside my place, I closed the door behind us, the click echoing in the quiet of the house. The air was charged with a kind of anticipation, a silent understanding between us that words couldn't quite capture.Without thinking twice, I reached up and wrapped my arms around Lisa’s neck, pulling her close. Her eyes met mine, and I could see the spark of mischief there.

"Still thinking about that last drink?" Lisa teased me, and her voice is low and playful.

"Not anymore." I replied with a grin before pressing my lips against hers in a kiss that was anything but gentle.

It was like a switch had been flipped. The kiss was fierce and demanding.Lisa’s hands settled on my waist, pulling me even closer, and I could feel the warmth radiating from her.We moved together, stumbling slightly as we made our way toward the nearby couch, neither of us wanting to break the kiss. I could feel my heart pounding. Every nerve in my body is awake and alive. We barely made it to the couch, falling onto it in a tangle of limbs while we were still locked in each other’s embrace. The cushions were soft beneath us, and I found myself laughing softly against Lisa’s lips, overwhelmed by the thrill of it all. Lisa pulled back just enough to look at me.

"You know, Jennie, you really know how to make an evening interesting."

I laughed softly, brushing a lock of hair from her forehead.

"It’s one of my talents."I replied, feeling the happiness bubbling up inside me, not sure maybe because of the alcohol that's why I am getting bolder.

She smiled, and the intensity in her gaze made my heart skip a beat. "Well, I’m impressed."she said, her voice is softening as she leaned in for another kiss.

As our lips met again, rightness settled over me. This wasn’t just a casual encounter anymore; it was something more.

As Lisa and I settled onto the couch, the world outside seemed to fade away, leaving just the two of us in our own little bubble.I could feel my heart racing as Lisa looked at me with those deep thoughtful brown eyes.
There was a pause where everything felt perfectly still. Lisa reached out, gently tracing a finger along the edge of my shirt.

"Are you sure about this, Jennie?" she asked softly, and her voice is barely above a whisper.

I nodded. I appreciate that simple question.

"I’m sure." I replied, my voice is steady with certainty.

With a tender smile, Lisa leaned in and started kissing me. Her lips are soft against my skin. She moved from my lips to my neck, then down to my chest, each kiss was igniting a spark of electricity that made me shiver in delight.As her hands traced gently over my body, I felt every touch as if it was a whisper.Her fingers moved with a kind of reverence, mapping out my form until they found their way to my hips.

I gasped slightly,Lisa paused, looking at me with a silent question in her eyes, making sure this was what I wanted. I nodded again, giving her the permission she was seeking.

With a reassuring smile, Lisa’s hand slipped beneath the soft fabric of my underwear, her fingers moving with gentle confidence. The sensation sent a wave of warmth through me, and I couldn’t help but let out a soft gasp as she began to massage. Her touch is firm yet gentle.

As Lisa’s fingers moved with practised ease, I felt the sensations, a cascade of emotions that seemed to sweep me away. Each touch, each movement, it was perfectly attuned to what I needed, and I felt myself melting into the moment. When she finally entered me, the world seemed to stand still for just a heartbeat, a moment where everything was perfectly aligned. I let out a soft sigh of pleasure. The sensation is overwhelming in the best possible way.

As Lisa slowly thrust it inside me, the wave of sensations roll over my body. I tried my best to suppress my moans by biting my lip to keep quiet, but it was no use. Each movement sent shivers through me, and a soft whimper escaped my lips before I could stop it. The rhythm of Lisa’s hands was slow and deliberate, teasing and gentle, building anticipation that was almost unbearable.

"Jennie, you’re stunning. I can't help it." Lisa murmur,  and her voice is soothing.

Every nerve in my body was alive. Every touch is a symphony that played on my senses. I closed my eyes, trying to focus on breathing, but each thrust sent a jolt of pleasure that made it impossible to keep silent.
Despite my best efforts, soft moans escaped me, filling the room with the music of our shared intimacy. The sound seemed to spur Lisa on, her movements becoming more assured and confident as she matched the building tension in the air.

"Don’t hold back." Lisa whispered while her free hand brushed a stray hair from my face, and her touch was gentle and reassuring. "It’s just us."

Her words were a permission slip, allowing me to surrender fully to the moment, and I couldn’t help but comply. The pleasure was overwhelming, a flood of warmth that made everything else fade away.
I felt myself melt into her touch, the rhythm of her fingers pulling me deeper into a sea of bliss. Each thrust was like a wave, lifting me higher, and I realized that I didn’t want to hold back anymore.

Finally, I let go of the need to suppress my voice, letting my moans spill out freely as I clung to Lisa, losing myself in the moment. Her fingers moved with a perfect understanding of what I needed, guiding me closer and closer to the edge.

As I felt myself come undone. I lay there, breathing heavily, as Lisa gently lay beside me and wrapped her arms around me. I buried my face in her neck, feeling the comfort and safety I hadn’t expected.

It was the first time I’d gone this far with anyone, and I never imagined it would be with someone I met just a month ago at a bar. But there was something about Lisa that I couldn’t quite explain,something that made me feel different in a good way.
One of the reasons I broke up with my ex-boyfriend was because he always pushed for more, even when I wasn’t ready. He never understood or respected my boundaries, and it made me feel uncomfortable and pressured.With Lisa, things felt different. Even though I was the one who initiated it, she asked for permission and made sure I was okay with every step. It was the first time I felt truly respected and understood, and I didn’t regret a single moment of it.

Am I falling? But we just met.

(a/n: luh rupok 👀)