not my type

makeshift

January 1st, 2019

"Lisa"

She said in a stern voice, but the blonde girl lying naked next to her only grumbled in her sleep and buried her face even deeper in the pillow, continuing her annoying-ass loud grizzly bear-like snoring that she swore to God would be able to wake the dead.

"Lis - Lisa!" this time she shook her by the shoulder but to no avail.

She was running out of patience... well, to be fair, she never really had it. Especially not for her naked tango buddy.

"God damnit! Lisa, wake up!" a kick in her bare ribcage would do it - and off she went, face first flat on the cold marble floor.

A loud groan followed by a barely audible what the fuck had been enough to confirm that she had succeeded on waking her up. Next part, kicking her out of the apartment.

"Jane, you gotta stop doing that!" Lisa sat up straight on the floor, looking unimpressed and very much naked. Very, very naked...

Jennie, stop that.

"Then you gotta stop falling asleep!" she threw a pillow at her bare chest. "You know damn well this isn't a slumber party. You know the rules: we fuck, you go."

"Yeah, yeah, wam bam thank you ma'am" she sighed as she looked around the floor for any sign of undergarments that might've flown across the room the night before. "I was just tired, okay? You were insatiable last niiigh-" she yawned the rest of the word away.

Boy, last night was insane.

"Have you seen my bra?" Lisa asked when she couldn't find anything to cover her upper body with.

"Why do you even need one?" the brunette retorded dead serious.

The nerve of this b-

"You don't complain about the size when they're in your mouth" Lisa got up from the floor slowly with a mischievous expression on her face that told her intentions loud and clear.

And that's when Jennie knew she was in danger of getting to work late if she didn't put a stop to their sex marathon right then and there. Unfortunately (or not) for her, she just couldn't resist Lisa when it cames to moments like these. Those full lips, that tongue, the abs, the long fingers... and to think that her face had been deep between her buttcheeks a couple of hours ago! Her legs were trembling just thinking about it. Or maybe it was because she was too weak to keep going - either way, she just couldn't stay away from the girl, for some God forsaken reason.

It's not like she liked her! Lord knows she couldn't stand the bitch outside those walls in normal civilized circumstances. And that was mostly because Lisa just couldn't be a decent human being for one second. For her she would always be the embarassing teenager that showed up on her doorstep at almost 3 in the morning with a skateboard under her arm, a white stupid cap on her head and an oversized hoodie, with a bag of chicken nuggets in one hand and a stupid grin on her face.

Jennie couldn't quite put her finger on it but her whole aura was just ridiculous and disgraceful. Plus, the age difference was also a factor on why she couldn't stand her. Not only was Lisa 6 years and 9 months younger than her, but she made sure to prove it every chance she got. To be honest, Jennie would've never fucked her in the first place if she hadn't been so bold to hold the door with her foot when she had tried to slam it on her face after taking a first look at her; opened it with force and lifted her in one swift movement, making her wrap her legs around her waist by instinct and then taking her to the open bedroom and given her multiple orgasms until the sun came out and they were both too out of breath to even properly introduce themselves.