Cop 2

                                    

                                          
Jennie had lasted less than a week before she cracked and looked Lisa up on social media. She couldn’t stop thinking about the girl and how much she wanted to fuck her again. It was the first time in a very long time that Jennie had fucked the same woman more than once, and even longer since she had been so obsessed with one.
Her usual MO was pump and dump, not remembering the girl’s name, if she even knew it in the first place. This kind of craving, this overwhelming need to find Lisa and have her again was a new experience for Jennie, one she was having a little trouble controlling.
A quick search was all it took to find out Lisa attended the local State University and worked at a small café on the weekends. Perhaps Jennie would need to have a discussion with the teen about locking down her social media accounts to prevent creepy stalkers from finding her.
Jennie had cased out the café, learning Lisa caught the bus to and from work and generally walked by herself from the bus stop about a hundred meters down the road. Cruising by, Jennie had watched Lisa at work a few times, fantasizing about dragging her into the car and taking her home to fuck her in every hole.
Ever since Jennie had seen Lisa with that boy and promptly sent him running with his tail between his legs, she had felt extra possessive of the blonde. She wanted to be the only one to fuck Lisa, the only one that could give her any pleasure. She wanted to own her in every way.
A few weeks after Jennie had started scoping out Lisa’s routine, she decided it was time to approach the subject of her ongoing obsession again. Jennie was off duty, so she was driving her pickup truck. She pulled up alongside the blonde as she walked toward the bus stop after her shift.
Rolling down the window of her truck, Jennie leaned an elbow on the sill and shouted over to Lisa, “can I offer you a ride, pretty girl?” smirking when Lisa jumped slightly and turned to her with wide eyes.
“Jennie, you scared the shit out of me!”
“Sorry, princess. Did you miss me?” Jennie was driving alongside Lisa at a walking pace, the blonde continuing toward the bus stop like she wasn’t even there. This annoyed Jennie a little.
“Been busy with work and study,” Lisa said noncommittally, looking straight ahead and trying unsuccessfully to hide the blush creeping up her neck.
“That boyfriend of yours not keeping you busy?” Jennie asked, a bit of bite on her words.
“He’s not my boyfriend,” Lisa shot back defensively.
“Good,”
“Why are you following me?”
“I’m just making conversation. It would be easier if you got in the truck,”
“I need to get home,”
“I’ll take you home,”
“I’ll take the b—”
“Get in the truck, Lisa,” Jennie’s voice left no room for argument. Lisa shifted her bag on her shoulder before sighing and moving to get in the passenger seat of Jennie’s truck.
“See, that wasn’t so hard. Now, where are we headed?” Jennie asked after Lisa had settled in, despite the fact she already knew Lisa’s address.
“327 Atalier street,”
Jennie nodded and pulled back out into traffic, heading in the general direction of Atalier street but detouring toward the edge of town.
Lisa was side-eyeing her, obviously noticing Jennie wasn’t taking a direct route to her house. Her hesitation about getting in the car was a dead giveaway that she knew precisely what Jennie was up to.