Lessons Yet To Learn || Jenlisa Adaption

Chapter 1

"Hello," Lisa said again. She attempted a smile and leaned against the window that allowed shafts of moonlight to pool onto Jennie's skin. Maybe if she didn't bring up the events from earlier, Jennie wouldn't either. "Do you sleep here?"

"Only sometimes, when the moon is out like that." Jennie patted the space beside her. Lisa approached and plopped herself down, careful to keep a distance between her and Jennie. But the raven-haired girl scooted closer and planted a warm hand on Lisa's knee. "You don't have to be so nervous around me, you know. I can't sleep, so I thought you'd help me out some."

"Warm milk helps," Lisa offered.

Jennie shook her head and leaned against the wall. "Maybe." She grinned at Lisa, and she admired her row of perfect teeth. "You're the first girl my Oppa hired." She said. "You must be special."

Shrugging, Lisa leaned back, their shoulders dangerously close together. "Maybe I am. But maybe I'm just a hard worker."

Jennie hummed a soft tune and picked up Lisa's hand. She caressed it with her soft palm, causing Lisa to swallow hard — again. "Your hands are so soft though. For someone who works a farm all day."

"Oh, uh..." Lisa wrestled with her conscience and the desire to pull her hand away and save her from the impending dishonor she would cause if she spent another minute in Jennie's lovely — albeit dangerous — company. She ignored the tenderness of the raven-haired girl's touch. She ignored her fingers tracing the lines of her palm. "I have a glove I wear when I sleep," Lisa murmured. "Has Vaseline in it. Keeps my hands from going dry."

The young Kim held up Lisa's palm beneath the moonlight. "You're the only woman I've talked to in months." She told the nervous farmhand. "You're the only woman for miles around. Besides the whores my dad sometimes brings home from town." Jennie scowled but shook her head. She locked her fingers with Lisa and turned to face her. "They're not bad people, but I can tell they look down on me. And I hate it."

"That... must be tough." Lisa stammered.

Jennie giggled and shifted onto her knees. She looked at Lisa and smiled. "You could say that." She sighed and swept the locks of hair that escaped her pigtails. "Can you do me a favor?" Jennie asked while she planted one knee beside Lisa's thigh, and then the other. She sat on Lisa's knees and flattened her palms against the wall on either side of Lisa's head.

A soft noise erupted from Lisa's throat. "I-I'll try..?"

"I haven't had sex," Jennie whispered, her ivory skin tinged with a blush. "And well. I'm eighteen now. I'm curious."

Lisa released a breath, akin to a boiling kettle. "I can't." She insisted, her hands fidgeting against her sides. She wanted to grip Jennie's waist and... Pull her closer or push her away, she had yet to decide.

"Please, Lisa?" Jennie whined. She sidled closer to Lisa, her butt against the brunette's lap. She leaned in, her hot breath tickling Lisa's cheek. "You look like you know a lot about sex. And my dad... He doesn't like it when the town boys try to talk to me. Not that I want them." She scrunched up her nose and gripped Lisa's shoulders. "And for some reason, even though we just met this morning, I trust you."

Blushing, Lisa gripped Jennie's waist to keep her still. "I can't." She repeated. "Your dad will murder me with his pump-action shotgun. I just know it."

"I won't tell. I can be discrete."

Lisa sighed and rested her forehead against Jennie's collar. She breathed in her sweet, flowery scent — like summer fields, fresh grass, a honeysuckle budding in the midst of tall grass — before finally looking up at her hopeful brown eyes. Inside her loose trousers, Lisa's cock stirred. "Okay, but on one condition. You can't tell anyone. Absolutely no one!"