Jealous. A Jenndrea Fanfiction (Jenn McAllister and Andrea Russett)

Hands To Myself

I wake up and me and Jenn are in a different position. My body is layed out on the couch, under hers. She's on top of my chest, still snoring. My eyes adjust to the bright morning light and I see Jenns flutter open.

She looks to my eyes, chills send through my body. "Hey good morning, I just wanted to say thank you for being here for me. You're the best" she says. I smile and try to lift my body up. "Where do you think you're going?" She winks at me. She pulls her legs over to either side of my waist and sits up. Her crotch is placed on top of my stomach.

"Jenn what are you doing?" I ask her trying to lean up. She pushes my shoulder back to the couch cushion. She leans her mouth to my ear and seductively whispers "what I've always wanted to do. You said to look at life like I never met her. And before I met her I was so in love with you." She begins to grind on me. This can't be real.

I give her a confused look and she just laughs. "Don't act like you don't love me to. The night you kissed that girl, you couldn't stop staring at me. She can fuck you good but, I can fuck you better." She puts her hands under my shirt and moves them slowly up and down my torso. How did she know. How has she known. She moves her body down to my thighs and tugs at my skinny jeans. I take this opportunity to lean up by the support of my elbows. Before unzipping them, she leans up to my face.

I can feel the breath from her mouth on my face. Kind of soothing. I look at her lips and she licks them and smirks at me. I'm too confused to get up. Frankly, I don't want to. She begins to bend down her head and catches a few strands of her light blonde hair, but tucks it away behind her ear. Our lips are almost connected until I wake up.

Fuck. I knew this wasn't real. Jenn is still on top of me, but not running her hands on my body. Not grinding her hips on mine. Only sleeping. My head feels a little light. Oh how I wish that was real.