JenLisa Shots Collection

Bad Nini 3.1

Lisa

You might ask what the hell a woman like me knows about trying to woo a woman. Believe me, that's exactly what I've been asking myself since I first booted up my lap top this morning, before I'd even had even had my first fix of coffee. Pinching the bridge of my nose, and shaking my head, I can't believe I'm actually going online and looking this stuff up. 

Having been in front of a computer since I was old enough to reach the keys -- this was definitely a first -- googling advice on how to win over the woman that I wanted, more than anyone I've ever wanted before. But of course if I didn't need Jennie in my life, as badly as I did, then I wouldn't be sitting here, racking my brain, trying to come up with a game plan. 

Lord knows, until now, I'd never had to work at being with a woman. Normally all I had to do was buy her a drink, smile into her eyes, tell her she was beautiful, and bingo, before you could say, One Night Stand, she'd be back at my place, naked, with me between her legs, and then later on, once we'd both come good and hard, we'd both go home happy. And that's how it always worked. 

Thing was, I'd already had the best sex of my life with Jennie, and now I looking for even more. And not just more of what we'd shared when we were naked, although, damn, I could feel myself hard again just thinking about how fantastic it was with her every single time. 

But the stakes were a lot higher than just keeping her in my bed. And if I messed this up, then I'd lose her, and she'd be marrying some boring old geezer from her church, that I knew she didn't give a damn about, just because her old man thought at almost twenty-six, it was time she tied the knot. 

So, knowing I couldn't screw this up, going over the notes I'd jotted down on the pad beside my keyboard, according to the so-called relationship experts I was supposed to do things like: 

Really listen to what she had to say, and not be distracted by things like my phone or somebody walking by, like another chick, or whatever was on T.V. 

I frowned after I read that, because when Jennie and I talked, we really connected, and I when I was with her, she was the only thing I could see, or hear -- especially when she was screaming out my name, all the times I'd made her come. But I've got a feeling that's not what by they meant by paying close attention to every word coming out of her mouth. 

So, with a shake of my head, I read on and the next tip said: 

- I should try to take an interest in whatever she was into. 

Hmm, that shouldn't be too hard. Of course I knew she loved to dance, since I'd seen her shake her sweet ass that night at the Halloween party, and since I was no slouch on the dancefloor, maybe I could take her dancing, or even offer to take a dance class with her, just so she'd know how far into her I really am. Let her see that I was willing to put myself out there, and jiggle my ass around in a room full of women -- then she'd have to know I cared. And for Jennie, I'd do it, too. Shit, I'd probably dance naked in Time Square if it meant I got to keep her. 

Just the idea of her walking out of my life was enough to make me commit to changing my ways. So, I kept right on reading and taking notes as I went. 

And the next one was a no brainer: 

Always make her feel like she's the only woman that matters to you. 

Seeing as Jennie was the only woman I wanted in my life now, I knew I had this one. All I had to do was let her know that what we shared was like night and day compared to what I'd had with any other woman before her -- which of course was the truth. Before she came into my life, I'd had plenty of sex, but I'd never really made love with a woman, the way Jennie and I did. Damn, and I could already feel my cock stirring in my boxers, just thinking about how crazy good it was with her, when we would taste each other's bodies, kiss like there was no tomorrow, before we'd finally connect in the most intimate way a two person could connect -- deep and long and hard, till we'd both collapse in each other's arms, deliriously spent and sated. My semi-erect friend was twitching even harder, just thinking about what we did to each other. Stoked and ready to get at it by the feel of him, I almost wanted to yell at the damn thing to go down, since I still had some research to do, that obviously wouldn't include him, or getting myself off.