You Can't Wake, I Can't Sleep

As Jenny talked, Shane found herself studying her lips. The shade of red she had chosen was too harsh against the pallor of her skin. It made her mouth look raw, like a wound. Of course, Jenny often preferred the brazen approach when it came to fashion. And pretty much everything. It was part of what Shane loved about her. She'd definitely never met anyone quite like Jenny before.

Despite the questionable lipstick, the shape of her lips was pleasing and, if they hadn't been attached to one of her best friends, might very well be enticing.

The other night Shane had found herself well..."checking out" Jenny as she was getting dressed for a party. Jenny had totally noticed and they had both laughed about it, chalking it up to her newfound abstinence and consequential horniness.

Still, one really hot threesome later (oops), the image of Jenny's half-naked body silhouetted against the closet door was still etched pretty well in her mind and liked to pop up unexpectedly. It was ridiculous really. They were room mates. And Jenny was definitely not the modest type. She'd seen her naked on more occasions than she could count not even including her brief stripping stint.

But it was a weird moment. Jenny'd seemed almost flirtatious grabbing her own boob jokingly, putting on a little show for her apparent audience. But she was just being Jenny. Whatever weird energy she'd felt pass between them was all in her head - where it would stay. Their friendship was too valuable to her to risk for a fuck. There were lots of girls to fuck. Girls who weren't Jenny. But still, the way she had smiled that night stirred something in Shane she couldn't quite identify. It made her feel awkward and nervous and excited all at once. Like a teenager just experiencing their first kiss. What she imagined that might be like anyway had she been a normal teenager. It made her feel...young. And she couldn't recall ever feeling young before. She wanted to hold onto that feeling. But she would never, ever act on it.