Mine (Jenlisa)

twenty.

Jennie's POV~

She let go of my hand and got up first, tucking away her softening cock and zipping her pants back up. I was still shivering from the force of my orgasm.

"Let's go."

"Go?" A whisper. I could barely talk.

"Outside. That was the trade, isn't it?"

Oh right, the trade.

"If your legs work properly, that is."

"I am fine."

I struggled to my feet and followed her shakily downstairs. I had never masturbated next to someone before. It wasn't sex- not exactly. It had felt impossibly, more intimate than sex. It had been a release of sorts, but there is no way I could ever have come to such a blindingly strong orgasm on my own.

Everything around me seemed different.

Lisa is different too. When she touched me to guide me through the house the way she normally did, her hand felt gentle on my back, not forceful. I found myself wobbling down the steps and toward the front door, but she had my arm every step of the way, supporting me.

Such a strange intimacy.

We came to the front door. I stopped in my tracks, but she opened the door as nonchalantly as though it was an every day occurrence. Which for her, I suppose it is.

"Do you need shoes?"

I walked forward past the threshold of the door, my knees trembling. My stomach is tight across my pelvis. Unwillingly to believe this is possible, I kept expecting to run into an invincible wall just outside the door. But no, I was out of the house and then she was leading me forward. The wood planks of the front steps were rough under my feet, warm from the afternoon sun.

With my hand on her arm, we walked down the steps and out into the world.

It's Spring and it's a beautiful day outside. I stopped a few feet away from the house, tilting my head back. The sun is so bright that it made my eyes water and the warmth caressed my skin.

"We'll go this way," Lisa said, motioning towards the woods, "The path is nearly all grass."

We walked across the driveway toward the pines. Under my toes, the asphalt was dark and hot, and I walked a bit faster to not burn the soles of my feet. I love the feeling though, I love the prickling sensation. A breeze sent goosebumps running along my arms, but then the sun warmed them back up as soon as the wind died down.

Another sharp breeze sent the pines above us shuddering and pollen rained down, blown sideways by the wind. The sun glittered off of the golden pinpricks, making the air seem like an ethereal galaxy of dust. If I had allergies, I would be horrified- my old room mate had hated pollen and refused to go outside in the spring. But I was mesmerized.

We walked slowly. The path was only wide enough for one person and Lisa let me walk ahead of her. My eyes darted from one treasure to another. The amber resin glowing like gemstones in the cracks of the pine branches. The bright yellow ovals of fungus growing on logs, their edges wrinkled and neon. I let my hand trail down the rough bark of redwood, my fingertips touching every crack and crevice. A line of ants curved around the trunk and as I stopped and watched, I could see the whole tree's surface moving with activity.

at my feet, something moved, and I jumped back; startled, right into Lisa's arms. She waited for me to find my balance, then dropped her hands away. "It's just a newt."

"A what?" I asked dumbfounded.

Lisa bent down to pick up the wriggling creature.
"They are everywhere out here, especially after a rain. Be careful you don't step on them. They usually don't start moving until you come too close."