Jennie and Lisa are best friends with benefits, but Jennie is driving herself crazy wanting more. While navigating their complicated relationship, Lisa also discovers something surprising about herself. (Once upon a time, Lisa thought she was a top...
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Jennie woke to Lisa pressed against her back, holding her tightly. She could feel that Lisa's shirt had ridden up just beneath her breasts, leaving her abdomen exposed, their skin stuck together with sweat. It hadn't been a great idea for Jennie to wear a sweatshirt to bed, and it was no surprise that they were overheating and sticking together from their shirts riding up in that way. When Jennie's eyes finally fluttered open, she felt her heart begin to race. Lisa's hand had slowly traveled up her torso and was just below her breast, her fingertips slipped just below the hem of the sweatshirt.
Wanting to remove the shirt but feeling oddly too self-conscious to do so–suddenly, being naked around Lisa was intimidating–and not wanting to move Lisa at all, Jennie resigned herself to laying in their sweat. Her heart rate didn't calm, though, because the longer she was awake, the more her mind wandered to the way Lisa's fingertips were pressed against her skin.
Taking a particularly deep breath, Jennie tried to steady herself. Go back to sleep, she thought. Just breathe.
But just then, Lisa shifted impossibly closer, her legs pressed up against the backs of Jennie's thighs from behind. Their bodies were molded together, almost as one, and the last thing Jennie wanted–despite knowing how sticky they both were–was to disrupt this perfect moment. She'd wanted Lisa this close for as long as she could remember, and the realization that her dream was finally coming true was hitting her hard. Maybe that was why her heart was racing.
Or it could have been her gigantic metaphorical boner.
One of the two. Or maybe both.
Either way, Jennie couldn't sleep. Couldn't believe that Lisa was holding her this way, allowing her to sleep in her bed. Staying with her through the night. Jennie wasn't alone, for once. And she wasn't lonely. She didn't have to cry herself to sleep, because everything she wanted in the world was holding her tightly.
When Lisa nuzzled her forehead against Jennie's shoulder blade, the brunette shivered, despite the heat pulsing between them. It felt good to have Lisa so close. Impossibly good. Unbelievably good. This must be a dream, Jennie thought in passing. She'd never want me in reality.
But it had to be real, because was suddenly feeling Lisa's hand slowly slide south, rubbing her toned abdomen and trailing her fingers along the waistband of the Korean's shorts. Jennie's heart stopped. She's asleep, Jennie told herself. In light of this belief, Jennie reluctantly pressed her hand on top of Lisa's to hold it still, but felt the sudden, unexpected jolt of Lisa's teeth gently biting her shoulder.
She's awake.
Jennie shivered as Lisa gently pushed her hand away, then snaked hers south, into Jennie's panties, the lace tickling the backs of her fingers.
