17

                                    

                                          
One evening, as Jenna's hand moved in a slow, steady rhythm between her thighs, a knock on her door pierced through the solitude of her room. She groaned in frustration, the buzz of her vibrator against her clit momentarily forgotten. 
She ignored it the first time but the knocking persisted, growing more insistent. 
Her heart hammered in her chest, and she threw off her blanket, grabbing a robe to cover her flushed body. As she stumbled to the door, she could feel the slickness of her arousal, a betrayal to the anger she had been trying to cling to. She yanked the door open, her eyes blazing. "What do you want?" she demanded, trying to keep her voice steady.
Vivianne leaned against the doorframe, her eyes dark with need. She wore nothing but a silk robe that barely contained her curves, and the sight of her made Jenna's knees wobble. "Can I come in?" Viv murmured, her voice a siren's song that seemed to resonate in every inch of Jenna's being. 
Jenna's eyes searched Vivianne's face, the hunger in her own eyes warring with the hesitation in her chest. Finally, she stepped aside, allowing Viv to enter the room. As the door clicked shut behind her, the tension in the air thickened like a heavy fog. "Is everything okay?" Jenna asked, her voice tentative.
Vivianne pushed into the apartment, her eyes scanning Jenna wrapped in her robe. She took a step closer. "Are you expecting company?" she murmured.
Jenna's breath caught in her throat, her hand tightening around the vibrator still nestled in her pocket. "No," she managed to choke out. "I'm... I'm not."
Vivianne's gaze lingered on Jenna's flustered expression, her eyes dropping to the trembling hand that clutched at the fabric of her robe. A knowing smirk curved her lips as she took in the disheveled state of the room, the faint scent of arousal lingering in the air. "Ah, I see," she said, her voice a low purr. "You were enjoying some... solo time, weren't you?"
Her words hit Jenna like a slap, and she felt a blush spread from her neck to her cheeks. "It's none of your business," she said, her voice a mix of embarrassment and anger.
Vivianne nodded, her eyes gleaming as she took a seat on the edge of Jenna's couch, her legs crossing gracefully. Jenna watched her, surprised that Viv hadn't pounced on the opportunity to tease her further. 
"What, you're not going to tease me or try to get between my legs?" Jenna asked, her voice a challenge as she tried to regain control over the situation. The vibrator in her pocket seemed to pulse with its own rhythm, a silent testament to her body's traitorous response to Vivianne's presence.
Vivianne's smirk grew into a full-fledged smile, her eyes glinting with amusement. "Not unless you want me to, Jen," she said, leaning back into the cushions of the couch. "I'd be more than happy to oblige if you're feeling... neglected." Her tone was light, but the tension between them was as palpable as the scent of desire.
Jenna couldn't resist the sudden playfulness in Vivianne's tone. Despite her earlier resolve, the sight of Viv lounging so confidently on her couch was too tempting. With a small chuckle, she sat down next to Viv, her legs folding under her, and asked, "What brings you here?"
Vivianne's smile grew more genuine at Jenna's question, and she leaned in closer, her breath hot on Jenna's neck. "I missed you," she whispered with amusement. 
Jen playfully rolled her eyes, a smile playing at the corners of her lips. "Seriously," she said, her voice light yet tinged with curiosity, "did something happen?"
Vivianne's smile faltered for a moment, her eyes darting away from Jenna's gaze. "My mom's been staying with me," she said, her voice lighter than the weight of her words. "It's been... a bit much."
Jenna's features softened as she studied Vivianne's profile. Despite the casual tone, she could see the tension in Viv's jaw, the tightness in her shoulders. She reached out, her hand resting tentatively on Viv's arm. "I'm sorry," she murmured, the warmth of her touch seeping into Viv's skin. "Is everything okay?"
Vivianne took a deep breath, her eyes closing briefly. "It's just... she's trying to get me to do things I don't want to do, you know?" she said, her voice a barely-there whisper. "And I just needed to get out, to be... free from her for a bit."
Jenna nodded, understanding all too well the need for escape. She didn't know the details of Viv's relationship with her mother, but she knew it was complicated. "Would you like to talk about it?" she offered, her voice gentle.
Vivianne looked back at her, her eyes searching Jenna's. For a brief moment, the armor of confidence slipped away, revealing a glimpse of the vulnerable woman beneath. "Not really," she said. 
They sat in silence for a moment longer, the air thick with unspoken desires and unanswered questions. Jenna couldn't help but study Vivianne's face, the way her plump lips parted slightly with each breath, revealing a hint of her teeth. Her eyes roamed down Viv's body, taking in the curve of her neck, the swell of her breasts beneath her thin t-shirt, and the lean, muscular legs that she had always found so erotic. The sight of her was like a drug, and Jenna's body was already craving another hit. She could see the tension in Viv's shoulders, the way her muscles flexed as she clenched and unclenched her fists. 
Vivianne's gaze locked with Jenna's, making her look away. "Can I stay over?" Vivienne asked, her voice a whisper that sent a shiver down Jenna's spine.
Jenna's breath caught in her throat, and she had to force herself to break eye contact, her cheeks burning. She knew what Vivianne was asking was risky. "I... I don't know," she stammered, her resolve wavering. "I don't think that's a good idea."
Vivianne leaned in closer, her hand brushing Jenna's bare thigh. "Come on, Jen," she purred. "You have nothing to worry about I won't do anything you don't me want to."
Jenna's eyes snapped back to Viv's, a spark of challenge in them. "What makes you think I'm worried?" she asked, her voice shaking with a mix of anger and need.
Vivianne's smile grew more wicked, her hand resting on Jenna's thigh. "Because I know you," she said. "I know what makes you tick."
Jenna's body responded to the words, her core clenching with need. She hated how easily Viv could still manipulate her, but she also craved the release that only she could provide. 
With Jen's lack of response, Vivianne sighed and started to get up from the couch. "Fine," she said. "Forget it."
But Jenna's hand shot out, gripping Vivianne's wrist with surprising strength. "No," she said, her voice barely above a murmur. "Don't go."
Vivianne's eyes widened in surprise as Jenna's hand closed around her wrist, the warmth of her grip searing into Viv's skin. Jenna's sudden change in demeanor was intoxicating, and Viv couldn't help but feel the electricity zipping between them as Jenna brought her hand under the silky fabric of her robe, placing it on her bare thigh. Jen's breath hitched, and she leaned in, their faces mere inches apart. "Stay," she whispered, her voice a siren's call that Vivianne found impossible to resist.
Vivianne stared into Jenna's eyes, the hunger in her gaze unmistakable. "If I stay," she murmured, her voice a silken threat, "you need to understand something." She paused, her thumb idly stroking the inside of Jenna's thigh, the pulse point there fluttering beneath her touch. "It changes nothing between us," she continued, her tone firm yet filled with an undeniable allure. "I still don't do feelings, Jen. I still don't do forever. All I can offer you is a good time."
"I don't care," Jenna murmured, the words slipping from her mouth without thought. Before she could second-guess herself, she closed the gap between them and pressed her lips firmly against Vivianne's.
The kiss was raw, fueled by a mix of anger, passion, and a desperate need to feel something other than the cold emptiness that had been festering inside her since their last encounter. 
Jenna's hand cupped Viv's face, her thumb tracing the curve of Viv's cheekbone as their mouths moved together. Vivianne's surprise melted into a soft moan, her body responding instinctively to Jenna's touch. Her hand wrapped around the back of Jenna's neck, pulling her closer, deepening the kiss. The world around them faded away, and all that remained was the heat of their bodies and the soft sounds of their breath mingling.