YOUNG LOVE || 𝐉𝐄𝐍𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐀 ✔︎

thirty-four

Lisa skidded to a stop in Jennie's driveway, feeling every bit like the hormonal teenager she once was. She’d left her mother napping while Mina and the kids kept watch. She had a couple of hours to spare before she’d need to relieve them. Tomorrow—Sunday—she was planning a family dinner and would take a cue from Jennie and order a variety of dishes from Sapori D’Italia. But now—right now—she just wanted to be with Jennie.

She knocked on her door and rang the doorbell both. Jennie was expecting her and she opened it only a few seconds later. They stood staring at each other and the look in Jennie's eyes caused her pulse to race. Yeah, just like when they were teenagers. And like then, Jennie drew her inside, closing the door to the world.

“You’re alone, right?” she asked, knowing that she was.

Jennie slipped into her arms, her kiss slow and gentle, teasing Lisa's lips before pulling away. “You said we had two hours. I don’t want to spend them talking,” Jennie said with a smile as she led her toward her bedroom.

Lisa pulled her shirt off along the way, reaching for Jennie's as soon they entered the bedroom. She nearly groaned when she found no bra and she fumbled with her own, dropping it on the floor beside her shirt before pulling Jennie to her, their breasts mashing together.

“God, I missed you,” she murmured against Jennie's lips. “Last night was endless.”

Jennie's hands moved between them, unbuttoning her jeans and lowering the zipper, just enough to get her hand inside. “And I missed you,” Jennie said, her fingers, her hand, slipping past her panties and touching her skin.

Jennie's tongue was insistent and Lisa let her lead, her own tongue being bathed by Jennie's. She moaned when Jennie's fingers slipped through her damp curls, touching her clit, rubbing against it lightly.

“I’m going to fall down,” she whispered.

“Open your legs,” Jennie said, ignoring her warning.

Lisa did her bidding, trying desperately not to lose her balance. She hardly had time to think before Jennie's fingers were filling her. She held on to her, breathing hard as Jennie moved her fingers inside of her.

“Lower your jeans,” Jennie requested, her eyes like fire as she stared into Lisa's.

Lisa pushed them down her thighs to her knees, moaning loudly as Jennie began thrusting against her, inside of her. Lisa's hips moved with her, matching each stroke. She tried to kiss Jennie, their tongues dancing together, but she was gasping for air and she leaned heavily against her, both their skins damp with perspiration, both panting as they drew breath.

“You’re so wet,” Jennie whispered. “Can you feel me inside you?”

“God, yes,” Lisa hissed, her hips trying keep pace. “Don’t stop.”

“Never.”

Her legs were shaking, threatening to give way as they thrust together. Jennie's free hand was around her back, holding her close, and Lisa knew it was the only reason she was still upright. Each stroke brought her closer, and when she felt Jennie's thumb rake across her clit, she threw her head back, the pressure building and building. She wanted to hold on, to go even higher, but her resolve shattered as her orgasm knocked the breath from her.

Jennie held her tightly and Lisa clung to her, gasping for air. She squeezed her legs together, keeping Jennie's fingers inside of her a little longer.  “If you let me go I’m going to fall,” she murmured, her eyes still closed.

“I’ll never let you go.”

* * *

“You’re insatiable,” Lisa accused as they sat side by side on the patio.