The Girl Next Door - Jenlisa

Chapter 5

Lisa couldn't sleep that night.

It was about 11:30pm. She shouldn't be so bothered, but it was still the middle of the week and she had an early morning start the next day. But after tossing and turning in her bed, she thought she won't be any better ruffling her duvet than just getting herself some alcohol to aid her with her sleeping troubles.

Clad only in thin, black soft-cotton panties and the oversized Maison Margiela MM6 zombie cat print tee Rosé left in her closet previously that she threw on, the kitchen found Lisa's ass hanging up in the air as she rummaged her refrigerator. Her arm snaked inside the chiller shelves to get the coldest possible tall beer can she could take.

The pop of the can and the fizz that resounded across the room felt satisfying, but it did nothing to appease the Thai's troubled mind. Instead of taking a swig from the can, Lisa placed the cold beer on her forehead to soothe her while her elbows were propped on the kitchen slab counter.

She could hear the calming sounds of Seoul midnight. She eased her breathing into deep long breaths, willing some peace of mind into her head.

But she easily got distracted by a pair of curious cat-like eyes that seemed to have latched on to her core.

They seem to have taken in different shapes: before, it was nosy cat-like eyes from a shoved curtain. Then, it was dominant steel brown gaze made clear by the morning sun. And now, hungry cat-like eyes that raked her naked, accompanied by a playful twitch of the curve of that delicious mouth that's painted fuck-me-red.

Her clit unnecessarily twitched at the thought, and Lisa couldn't help herself but curse when she felt it. She sighed as she pulled a long drink from her can as she moved away from her kitchen and walked towards the balcony. She couldn't help herself as her eyes darted towards her neighbour's like a bad habit she couldn't get rid of, and sighed again when she found the drapes pulled open and there's a soft light from within, indicating her neighbour's probably still awake like her.

Lisa winced as she drank from the can and pulled her gaze away from the adjacent windows. There's a weird feeling of frustration from not getting enough and wanting so much from a near-perfect stranger who just happened to stay beside her unit and shared some of her proclivities. There's an odd feeling of impatience, of longing; of annoyance from being disregarded too much and teased too little.

Lisa couldn't get enough of her and it bothers her. And she couldn't think straight and play her games and it bothers her, too.

She trudged towards the armchair near her balcony and picked up the blanket she left there, thinking twice if she'd use it around her body. She decided to ball it up instead and used it as a makeshift pillow as she sat on the chair, the can loosely hung on her fingers and her head tilted up and resting on the blanket she placed on the padded back cushion.

She tried closing her eyes. She's starting to feel anxious about these foreign feelings.

She remembered how she felt when her neighbour's eyes looked at her levelly, never surprised at finding her in the weirdest positions and instead as if they were constantly expecting her.

She placed the can on her lips and sipped a little. She sighed again, then placed the cold beer can on her neck, trying to cool her off a little.

It would do her no good to reminisce about those stares but here she is, middle of the night and succumbing to mild alcohol and overridden by tingly needs. What else was she gonna do? She could do worse, she could have been imagining instead those delicious lips that formed a taunting smirk and how they'd taste like as she pulled on the brunette's lower lips teasingly.