Under The Same Roof

Chapter 33

Jennie's POV

"Did you get thicker or is it just me?" The blonde husked, trailing her hands down to my backside. I narrowed my eyes down at her, straddling her lap, the both of us locked inside one of the private study rooms of the campus library.

"Did you just call me fat?" I raise an eyebrow at her.

"What? Nooo... I would never call anyone that" She speaks through a short laugh. "I meant thicker, as in good thick, in the good places" She wiggles her eyebrows. "Not that being fat is unattractive, I think every girl is beautiful in any shape or form-"

"Uh huh." I run my thumb lightly against her plump bottom lip, smiling down at her adorable tendency of rambling words out, practically spilling them out of her mouth when she thinks I'm upset about something she has said. Or if she fucked up. Which I'm not at all opposed to, especially since she has a thing with words that just gets me going... Half the time.

"I'm just saying, you look different in the lower back and chest area. Trust me, it's a good different" She shrugs, giving my ass a light squeeze.

"Hmm, I recall the time when you were respectful and kept your hands to yourself. But then again, you went right for the peaches during our first kiss."

"I can't help it. You're so freaking fine" She brings her hands up to my cheeks. "That's my baby. S'cute" She coos in a high pitched tone, scrunching up her nose as she pinches my cheeks.

I roll my eyes, a small smile evident on my lips as I lightly swat her hands away, allowing them to travel down to my clothed thighs.

"Seriously though, how are you mine?" She scoffs unbelievingly, shaking her head. "I love you"

"Yeah?" I tilt my head down, whispering against her lips as I slung my arms around her shoulders.

"Yeah" She smirks, leaning closer as she captures my lips with hers. Her hands raise higher to my hips, giving me a light squeeze and earning a soft whimper from my mouth. Her tongue pokes out, entering my mouth, exploring and fighting against my own for dominance. With her massive ego and pride, she obviously always has to be the dominant one, dominating me as she tilts her head to deepen the kiss and finding ourselves in a long make out session inside a private study room. My hands cup her strong jaw as my hips grind down on her lap, earning a guttural groan to sound in her throat, her grip on my hips tighten and a bulge begins to poke out through her jeans.

"Hump me, fuck me. Daddy better make me choke. Hump me, fuck me. My tunnel loves to deep throat. Lick, lick, lick, lick. I want to eat yo' dick" A female's voice practically moans out the lyrics from the speakers of Lisa's phone as I unwrap my arms from around the blonde's neck, sitting up on her lap.

"What is that?" I frown at the sound of her alarm—which is a quite provocative song may I add—on her phone that was resting on the table behind me, signaling the end of our alone time between classes. I quirk an eyebrow up at her song choice for her alarm. Does this help her find the motivation in waking up in the morning?

Lisa grunts in annoyance as she stops the song from blaring through the speakers of her phone, glancing up at me with a chuckle. "I swear, had no idea-"

I shake my head, letting out a scoff. "The title of the song is literally called 'Deepthroat', how could you have 'no idea'?" I use air quotes before rolling my eyes.

"Oops" She shrugs. "It's just a song Jen, plus, I think about you moaning the words out" She says as if it'll make it any better. "Instead of the female... singer"

"Oh really now?" I trail the tips of my two fingers down her chest and in the gaps between two buttons of her flannel, massaging the smooth warm skin underneath. "Don't you think that the phrase or the sentence starter 'think about you...' whenever you get caught doing something, is the most major and I mean major. fudgegirl move?"