A LETTER FROM ME TO YOU (JENLISA)

LETTER XII

*JENNIE*

Office works completely drains out of me, with the constant changes and editing of stock sales, we had a lot of time, yet our boss keeps chastising us about being too average, too normal. I don't get it. where we ended up rushing things out. It's a normal thing for us. But who wouldn't get tired? We can say, coffee already runs through our veins, that we had to take an overnight shift just to finish this pile of works. Since during this season, our clothing line are quite popular; specially the winter collections. Many consumers tend to reserve a vast amount of items as many as they can. And for us the staff members, it means a lot of paper works to do. We're tired but, the more work to be done and more night shifts means a lot of income for our company.

Leaning against my work desk, Irene popped out from the other side of the cubicle with her thick frame of eyeglasses, she managed to smile despite of tiredness.

"Jennie, wanna grab some food after this shitload of work?" she raised her eyebrows.

"Woah. Didn't expect that word to hear from you." I exclaimed.

"What word? You mean shitload?"

I chuckled, "you really have to say that again huh?"

"I mean, come on. That's the only thing I could do just to let out my tiredness." She said

"Sure. I'm pretty much hungry too because of these editing and shit." I smiled.

"ooooh, you look hot just by cursing Jennie. Swear!" she laughed.

"Come on. Lets finish the work already, we might end up taking an overnight shift and I don't want it to happen again." I sighed as I stared back to my computer screen while Irene chuckled and went back to her workplace.

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After the work shift, me and Irene went to grab some food then we decided to take another round of alcohol to relief ourselves from the stress we had in our job.

"So you're telling me you weren't in a relationship with anyone up until now Jennie? You gotta be kidding me! with that looks and body, no one wants to date you?" Irene exclaimed as she pour another alcohol on her glass.

"It's not that no one wants to date me. maybe I'm too busy with work and don't have time to date someone." I said, brushing my lips to the mouth of the glass, wetting it with the alcohol.

"with that age, you have to Jennie! I know you're too old to flirt but atleast give some time with it. I could recommend you with some of Seulgi's single friends in the army."

Army.

With that, I remembered Lisa's face popped into my mind. Again. And I hated it. hated the fact that I'm trying my best to forget her. Hated the fact that my feelings were still lingering within my chest.

"You know what Irene? Forget about dating." I sighed.

"What? No! this is for your own sake Jennie. I'm trying to help you. In fact, people from the army are quite wild you know." Irene smirked. That damn smirk.

"What are you trying to tell me Irene?" I asked. Draining the alcohol on my glass

"Well. People from the army, you can say that being wild is their nature, let's saaaay, quite wild in terms of sex." Irene kept on grinning while I, myself can't prevent my face on getting flushed because of her words or maybe because of the alcohol.

"I think, the alcohol's already hitting you Irene."

"Jennie. I'm not. Were you trying to change our topic? Were you that uninterested with sex? Oh come on, you're already at that age. The age wherein you crave for sex for god sake! But let me tell you, a soldier is a fucking beast in bed. and Seulgi? Hell! She's a demon yet she brought me in heaven. Imagine how long they have to endure and suffer their desires and lust, then going home fully loaded and aiming you right into the bed!" Irene muttered, she completely exposed my embarrassment all throughout my skin that I can feel the heat in my face.

With that endless stories of Irene, I ended up drinking a lot of alcohol. Still sober to manage to go home. God, I was so sleepy and my head was too heavy. As I reached my home, a large box awaits within my doorstep. I smirked, "Lisa" I muttered under my breath, picking up the box, hugging it with my arms as I get inside the house. the coziness and warmness of my place, covered my body from the chilliness I felt from staying outside. Before going to the bed, I decided to take a warm shower trying to get rid the faint smell of whiskey within my body.

Going to my bedroom, my eyes directly aimed to the large box that awaits me to open it. I sucked my breath as I heavily exhaled it. I was wearing my white robe, too tired to change into my pajamas, I positioned my head on the headboard, stretching my legs comfortably on the soft mattress, dragging the box to myself. It was strongly secured and surrounded by ducktape as if the thing inside this box was important. One by one, I peeled the tape off the box.

On top of it was the brown envelope which contains her letters.

To my loveable wife,

I know during this freezing season, you have no one. Guess what? I brought you my all time favorite army jacket! It sucks that this is the only warmth I could give you despite of the cold temperature there in Korea. (I took a glance inside the box, and there it is. Her camo jacket with her name 'L. Manoban' sewn against the fabric.) truth be told, I am quite nervous writing this letter for you as this is my first time to write something for you to warm yourself. (As I read along the lines, I, myself became nervous too. I stopped reading for a moment as I reached for the jacket, a strong sweet scent emanates all over the smooth fabric. "her scent. Lisa's scent." I thought to myself.) remember our very first night of our wedding? The way your skin glowed when the moonlight struck on to your body? I remember what you wore that night, your white silk night gown that shows every curve of your body. on that moment, you got me so, so bad. (for me, this is a sin. A huge sin to imagine that I was that damn woman, the woman whom Lisa had laid her eyes on. A sin to feel the pressuring heat within my body as I inhale her sweet scent on her jacket.) Do you remember when I pulled you to the bed as I hovered myself into you? Your warm skin against my skin, caressing your cheeks as I dive within your lips, nibbling your jaw down to your neck, your collarbone, and to your breast. I couldn't resist myself from leaving my love marks from your skin. Implying that I own you, the love of my life, mine. Only mine. Kissing your lips as our tongue dwell inside, I couldn't help but to touch your breast, kneading it with so much need as my fingers caught into your erect nipples. You moaned, hard. The desire grew and grew inside me. (I whimpered from the pleasure I felt, as if Lisa was the one touching me, desiring me as much as I desire her.) I lowered my wet kisses onto your stomach, down to your hipbone, and to your thigh. Caressing your thigh in a slow pace, tugging your underwear to your feet. Your soaked and glistening core awaits me. with one long and broad lick against your sex, you squirmed. My mind was on a deep euphoria, your moaning was a melody to my ears. You gasped as my tongue entered the entrance of your pussy, grinding your hips into me as you tug my head for more access. (my breath began to shallow, as I imagine her and feeling her into me. down to my sex.) for it wasn't enough, I inserted two of my fingers inside your wet and hot core. (with that. I screamed. I screamed so damn hard. Panting. Yearning for a release.) stroking it in and out, faster and harder until I felt my muscles go numb against your body. I felt your core clench within my fingers, penetrating your sex with eagerness, grinding it with so much force, I can feel your nails scratching my scalp from too much pleasure that you feel. I stretch your thighs wide apart for more, digging my fingers deep within your sex as you whimpered, kissing you with so much force. Our body heat building and bead of sweats rolling against our skin. We didn't care. All we wanted was the release. And with one last strong stroke, your body shivered. Slowing down the motion of my fingers inside you, you cupped my face and kissed me with so much love and desire.

Love,

Lisa

That night, I touched and pleasured myself while holding her jacket into me. I was so soaked.

With her letter, I yearned for her so damn much. I yearned for her, harder and stronger.

And then I cried.

For being too stupid.

And for being too hopelessly in love.

With Lisa.

A stranger. A soldier.