CHAPTER THREE- Dominate me...
We pulled apart, gasping for air.
"Hey Bon Bon, youre not a bad kisser!" Jennifer gave me that signature smirk of hers, and suddenly i got all flustered. My face heat up and i hid behind my blonde fringe.
"Youre not so bad yourself Jen..." i was desperately trying to be confident with her. Jennifer got up, pulling me up the stairs.
"Uhh...what are you doing Jen?" i asked, slightly panicking. Her smirk was still there.
"You have ice cream in your hair, im going to wash it out." she simply said, as if that was a simple fact. I shook my head at her.
"I can wash it myself you know!" stopping half way up, i crossed my arms and pouted like a stubborn child. I was 16 for goodness sake, and im capable of washing my own hair! Jen grinned again and grabbed me by the waist, throwing me over her shoulder. Carrying a screaming and giggling me, she opened my bathroom door. Dropping me onto the floor, she turned my shower on.
"Im not showering in front of you!" i cried in horror and embarrassment. She looked at me and laughed.
"No, but you can stick your head in the shower unit and i'll wash it" i could tell she was amused by this, as she was grinning.
"So where exactly is the ice cream in my hair?" i tapped my foot, thinking she was kidding about the ice cream. Reaching out, Jennifer put her hand on the top of my fringe, and sure enough, there was ice cream on it. She smiled triumphantly at me.
"Head. Under.Now" she ordered, and i sighed, doing as i was told. Laughing at my reaction, she carefully started wetting my hair, throwing some shampoo into it.
"Ive got your top slightly damp..." she mumbled, sounding pleased with herself. I shrugged
"Its okay Jen, i'll just change in a minute" i smiled even though she wouldnt be able to see. My heart lurched whenever she spoke. Maybe i had feelings for her... No, i definitely do. Do i love her? I cant even answer that... I shook the thoughts from my mind as Jennifer coughed.
"All done, lets go" she slapped my butt lightly, and we made our way into my room.
*Another time skip. What? Im the author, i do what i want biatch! (Hetalia reference xD)*
"Jennifer, turn around!" i huffed, refusing to take my sodden top off. She was staring at me expectantly, waiting for me to strip.
"Come on, Bon Bon! Its just me, nothing to be freaking out about." She had that smirk on, the 'Im so gonna eat you up if you so much as show your stomach' smirk. I flushed and stood my ground, pointing the other way. She sighed loudly and did as she was told. I turned away and pulled off my wet top, leaving me standing in my dark purple net skirt and my black bra. Just as i was reaching for my black flytrap top, Jennifers hands wound their way around my waist.
"you look hot like that" she murmured in my ear, nibbling it gently. I froze to the spot, and my breathing hitched as she made her way down my neck.
"Lets see if i can get you to beg..." She licked my neck, chuckling when i squeaked. Biting around until she found my sweet spot, she unclipped my bra. I moaned suddenly, alerting her that she had found it. Smirking, she bit harder, removing my bra completely,freeing my breats.
"Jennifer...please.." i stuttered, struggling to catch my breath. She turned me around and forcefully pressed me into the wall, pinning me in place.
"Oh but Bonnie, i want to see you quirm, come undone under my touch. And i want it now!" she demanded, sliding a hand up my skirt and hooking a finger under my panites. I was gasping for a breath, shocked and now very very, aroused. Running her finger along the apex of my thighs, i moaned loudly.
"Honey, we're back!" the front door slammed. Jennifer and i looked at each other in surprise.
"I thought you lived alone!?"
"No, of course i dont Jen, im only 16!" i grabbed my bra and a new top, hurriedly putting them on.
"I guess its time you meet my mum and dad..." I apologised, grabbing her hand and pulling her down the stairs.
"Great" she grumbled, but quickly smiled again.
I was so dissapointed. Trust my parents to ruin a moment!