JenLisa Shots Collection

Bad Nini 2.1

Lisa

Even nicer than I'd imagined, waking to Jennie's warm little body snug in my arms was just such an incredible feeling, that I honestly couldn't think of a more perfect way to start the day than to have her wrapped around me like this. And when she stretched, uttering a happy little moan and reached around to cup my cheek in her hand and place a soft little good morning kiss on my lips, I knew I'd never experienced anything sweeter. 

Normally, not that big on spending the night with a woman, once we've both had our fun, I'm so blown away with how good it feels to wake with Jennie warm in my arms, that I'm ready to ask her to move in with me. And how crazy is that? 

Finally rolling onto her back, closing her eyes again, she murmurs, "I should probably go home and let you do what you have to do today." 

My eyes shoot open wide the moment she says that. She's got to be kidding, she wants to head back to her place across the hall, when we could be spending an entire day in bed together exploring every last one of our kinky fantasies? Especially since all I'd planned to do today is her. Hugging her close, I whisper into her ear, "Stay," pressing a kiss to her shoulder. Then to sweeten the deal, I tell her, "You know, I'm told I make a pretty mean breakfast." 

Cracking an eyelid she turns her head, and says dryly, "I'm sure you've been told that's not all you're good at." 

Confused, I ask her, "Who do you mean?" 

"All the women in your life, Lisa, I know you're a player and I've seen the parade of women coming and going from here with my own eyes. And no offense, as incredible as this has been, I'm not really up for joining the parade." 

What parade? What the fuck is she talking about? Okay, granted, I might have had a few ladies come visit me here, but it wasn't like there were all that many. Though I enjoy sex as much as the next guy, no one would ever call me a whore. At least I hoped not. 

Well, at least not to my face. 

Now she has me staring up at the ceiling, thinking. Has there really been that many? I try to do a mental tally, since it's hard not to, after she's said something like that. But I still can't believe there were so many before her, that she'd be afraid of getting involved with me. 

Tipping her chin up, holding her gaze, I press a kiss to her lips, doing my best to reassure her. "Right now, it's just you and me, Jen. And there's no one else, I promise." 

After a doubtful looking roll of her eyes, she throws off the covers and heads for the bathroom. 

Damn, settling back into the pillow, who knew my sordid past would come back to bite me in the ass this hard. Thing was, Jennie didn't seem to mind the fact I knew my way around a woman's body well enough to get her off as many times as I had. But that probably wasn't something she'd want to discuss, unless I was looking to piss her off - which of course, I wasn't. But it probably still wouldn't make her think any better of me, especially if she thought all I ever did was hunt pussy, until I became the whisperer that I am. 

Although I'd always enjoyed women, I'd gone through a few dry spells, too, most of them self-imposed. Never one for serious relationships, since I've had my heart kicked around a few times by more than one lady I thought I had something with, who'd turned out to be nothing like they seemed, lately I've just opted to find my pleasure wherever I could. Figured, no one ever got hurt, and I'd leave with a clear conscious, proud of the fact that both of us got what we needed, since I'd never left a woman hanging, or ever promised anything I could never give. 

Now, though, with Jennie, for the first time in my life, I want more - a lot more. But how can I convince her I'm serious about her, since as she'd said, she'd seen the bevy of beauties who've come traipsing through here with her own eyes, so she probably assumes I'll soon be moving on to the next one, which I already know is never going to happen.