Jenna's Awakening (Dr. Jenna Harper Series Book 1)

by Missy Redstone

  The week before closing, the hospital was sending Jenna to a conference in Boston. The conference sounded pretty boring, but at least it was a paid mini-vacation. She asked Kris to go with her. They both had been under a lot of stress with the house negotiations, and she thought Kris could use a vacation too.

  Jenna needed a new business suit for the conference, so she asked Kris to come with her to pick one out. Jenna hated trying on clothes. Kris always dressed nice, so she asked her along to help make the ordeal less painful.

  Kris drove them to the mall, which was full of smaller boutiques as well as having almost every major department store.

  Jenna looked around at all the different stores and levels. “I’m out of my comfort zone here. Any suggestions on where to start?”

  “I think I know of a place that should have a few options for you to choose from. What’s the matter? You don’t like to go shopping?”

  “No, I hate shopping.”

  “Really? You are the first woman I’ve met that has ever said she hates to shop. Well, let’s go see what we can find. The store is right around the corner.”

  Kris took control and held up different outfits against Jenna, made a quick decision, and then threw it back on the rack if it didn’t make the cut. After Kris was satisfied with a few options, she started towards the dressing room with the outfits draped over her arm.

  Kris handed everything over to Jenna. “Okay, here you go. I’ve matched everything together for you. All you have to do is try them on and see what you think. I’ll be right here if you need a second opinion.”

  “That’s what you’re here for.” Jenna grabbed her arm and pulled her into the dressing room with her. “I’m not going out there every time to get your opinion.” Jenna began unbuttoning her blouse. “You just sit right there and hand me what you want me to try on. You’re the boss.”

  Kris collapsed onto the bench inside the tiny dressing room. Lucky for her, the bench had a wall behind it or she would have toppled over backwards. She still had the outfits Jenna needed to try on, so she stood up to hang them on the two hooks on the opposite wall. In order to hang them, she had to trade places with Jenna who was unbuttoning her pants.

  She tried to keep herself busy so Jenna wouldn’t think she was staring, but it didn’t seem like Jenna cared. Kris enjoyed the view, but didn’t know how much more she could handle before losing control.

  “Are you sure you don’t want me to wait outside? I matched everything up for you already.”

  Jenna pushed Kris back down on the bench. “Don’t be silly. I would rather you be in here with me than having to go in and out every time to get your opinion.” Jenna held up a shirt in front of her to cover herself. “Am I making you uncomfortable or is there an invisible spot on the floor?”

  Kris looked up at Jenna standing less than two feet in front of her. Jenna threw the shirt she had been holding at her. She stood in front of her in her bra and panties, giving Kris permission to look at her. Kris tried her best to take in the overall picture without lingering too long on any one area.

  She admired the black matching set with a subtle red stitch pattern weaving in and out at the seams ending at a red bow on the front of her panties. There was a matching bow embroidered on the bra between her breasts. “Did you wear your sexy ones special for me?”

  Jenna walked over to Kris and rested her hands on Kris's knees. She bent over and kissed her on the cheek before whispering in her ear. “I gotta keep my girl happy. I need more stories to tell Brian.” She stood back up and tried to walk away backwards as sexy as she could, but she hit the wall behind her.

  Kris couldn’t help but laugh. “Nice to see I’m not the only clumsy one in this relationship.” She hoped Jenna would turn around so she could get a view from behind, but no such luck. Jenna was giving her plenty to look at, so she wasn’t complaining.

  Jenna waved a finger at her. “I know what you’re thinking. You want to see my tattoo, but that isn’t going to happen so you can just get that out of your head right now.” Jenna snatched the first set of clothes off the hook without turning her back to Kris.

  Kris had almost forgotten about the tattoo, but now she was determined to catch a glimpse if the opportunity presented itself. She watched as Jenna bent down to slip into the first set of pants. The muscles in Jenna’s calves and thighs rippled with each movement. Her fit body was long and sleek with tone and defined muscles. Her cleavage was an arm’s length away as she slid the pants up her smooth thighs. The pants fit her thin waistline perfectly. They were low rise so Kris could see Jenna’s piercing sparkle underneath the overhead flickering fluorescent lights.

  Jenna slid into the blouse Kris had also picked out. Kris peeked one more time at Jenna’s perfect breasts before the shirt covered them. They were bigger than she had imagined. She watched Jenna fasten each button. She imagined the sound the buttons would make as they hit the floor around them if she allowed herself to get up and rip the shirt off of her.

  Jenna tried on the jacket to complete the outfit. “Well, what do you think?” She put her hands on her hips pretending to be a runway model, turning so Kris could get a look from every angle.

  Kris winked. “I like what I see. Oh, were you asking about the outfit? It looks nice too.”

  Jenna stared at herself in the mirror on the wall beside her before removing the jacket. She enjoyed flirting back and forth with Kris.

  “Allie tried to warn me about you.” She smacked Kris on the knee.

  Jenna tried on all the other outfits and picked her two favorites. The seamstress took her measurements.

  Jenna slipped back into her comfortable clothes she had worn to the store. She thrust the remaining two suits at Kris. “Why don’t you try these on? I bet they’d look great on you.”

  Kris shook her head. “No thank you. Besides, we aren’t the same size.” She started to blush a little.

  “You may not be as tall as me, but I think we’re the same size. If you’re so confident, why don’t you prove me wrong?”

  Kris stood up and snatched the clothes from Jenna, and returned the outfits to the hook on the wall. “If you wanted to see me get undressed, all you had to do was ask.”

  Jenna crossed her arms in front of her. “Last time I tried that, you had me turn around and stand in a corner while you changed.” She stood up and reached for the door. “Take your time. I’ll go see how long it will take to get the suits back.”

  She reached for the door handle, but Kris put her hand on top of hers. She turned to face Kris.

  “Stay here. It’s your turn to give me your opinion.” Kris grabbed the bottom of her T-shirt and pulled it up over her head. It brushed against Jenna’s face on the way up.

  Jenna swallowed hard. She had fantasized about sharing a moment like this with Kris, but this was the real deal. Kris lowered her head to unbutton her jeans, and she looked down also without thinking. Her eyes followed Kris's hands as they unfastened the jeans. It felt like the walls were closing in on her like a fun house. She tried to remain calm, but she was breathing so hard and fast. Her sweaty palms hung helpless at her sides. She ran her tongue over her dry lips and bit her lower lip trying to break herself from the spell she was under.

  Kris was aware of the fact Jenna wasn’t as comfortable and confident as she had been before when the tables were turned. She could feel Jenna’s hot breath on the back of her head and neck. She took longer than necessary before raising her head. They were so close that a strand of Jenna’s hair meshed with hers when she straightened back up. She smiled and tucked the strand of hair back behind Jenna’s ear. Jenna stood there motionless and speechless. She didn’t break eye contact with her, but she didn’t make any advances either.

  Kris placed a hand on Jenna’s shoulder to steady herself as she slipped out of the jeans leaving her standing in her bra and panties. “Unless you want to get undressed again and play naked Twister, I got this. Go ahead and sit down.” She gave Jenna a playful spank and p
ushed her towards the bench.

  Jenna was grateful to sit down. She felt lightheaded and thought she might pass out if it hadn’t been for the bench. The feeling of gratefulness passed because as soon as she looked up she was eye level with Kris's breasts. To keep her hands busy, she grabbed Kris’s T-shirt off the floor. She folded it and placed it beside her on the bench.

  Kris stood in front of her with a suit in each hand holding them out to the sides. She was drop dead gorgeous. Jenna had never ever looked at anyone the way she looked at Kris standing in front of her. It was like she was missing something deep down inside and whatever it was, Kris was the only one that could give it to her.

  Jenna’s eyes lingered on the matching white satin bra and panties. Kris turned to hang one of the outfits back on the hook allowing Jenna an opportunity to complete the mental picture in her mind. “Looks like you came prepared too.”

  “Well, a girl can always hope.” Kris pretended to be comfortable and calm, but in fact she had never been comfortable with her body. She always found flaws, even if everyone else told her they only existed in her mind. She felt a little more at ease with Jenna though because she felt a strong connection to her. Whether Jenna was aware of that connection was yet to be determined, but she liked the way the odds seemed to be stacked in her favor.

  Jenna watched Kris go through the process of trying on the first outfit. Her fingers went numb from clamping down on the edge of the bench. She was afraid if she released her grip she might jump up and run her hands up Kris's back, the nape of her neck, and around to the front of her face until she felt Kris's lips pressed against her fingers. Her other hand would work its way underneath the back of Kris's bra and then slide down tracing the outline of Kris's panties. Both hands would meet in the middle of Kris's back and unhook her bra in one swift move that would surprise them both. She would lower the bra down Kris's arms and.…

  “Okay you win.” Kris interrupted Jenna’s thoughts. Kris ran her hands over the outfit smoothing all the creases. “I guess we are the same size.”

  Jenna blinked her eyes to pause the fantasy still playing out in her mind. “I told you so. Let me buy it for you. You can wear it to that nice dinner I still owe you, the one without Stacy.”

  Kris protested, but she was wasting her breath. Jenna had the seamstress measure Kris also and made plans to return in a few days to pick everything up. Just a few more weeks Jenna reminded herself. Once closing was over with and the house was hers, she could open up to Kris about the direction she wanted their relationship to go.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Jenna spent the next few days packing and preparing for her move. Once the conference was over, she’d close on the house and enjoy a few days off. She was excited about spending two days in Boston with Kris during the conference. The hospital paid for everything including the hotel. She decided they would take her car, hoping that driving would help keep her mind clear.

  She packed her bag making sure she had all the necessities, plus a few extra items like a bikini. She had read the hotel had an indoor pool, and she told Kris to pack a bathing suit too. She struggled over bringing some sexy lingerie, but decided against it. She wanted to keep everything platonic until after closing, but she did pack what she considered eye candy bras and panties.

  After arriving at the hotel and checking in, they opened the hotel door to find themselves staring at one king bed.

  Jenna dropped her bag on the sofa. “Um...I didn’t know. I thought….”

  Kris dropped her bag on the sofa beside Jenna’s and crossed the room to look out the window. She turned around crossing her arms and leaned back against the wall and stared Jenna up and down like she was sizing her up.

  “So, is there really a conference or did you go to all this trouble just to get me in bed?”

  Jenna plopped down on the sofa and tried to hide her embarrassment. “I just assumed that…well, it doesn’t matter. It’ll be fine.”

  Jenna’s first meeting was tomorrow morning, so they had a few hours left in the evening to themselves to do whatever they wanted. They decided to head out and grab a quick bite to eat. They were both simple girls. Burgers or steaks, it was all the same to them. They chose a small burger joint a few blocks down that Kris used to go to when she was in college where they could sit by the window overlooking the sidewalk and people watch.

  ***

  After returning to their hotel room, Kris sat down on the edge of the sofa. “It’s still too early for bed. What should we do now?”

  Jenna looked around the room. There was a TV, a sofa, and of course the bed that seemed like it occupied the entire room. Her gaze came to rest on the heated whirlpool tub in the back corner next to the bathroom. “Did you bring your bathing suit?”

  “I did, but I thought the pool was already closed.” She followed Jenna’s gaze to the whirlpool. “Oh, I see. Great idea.” She walked over to the tub and turned the water on to begin filling it up.

  Jenna grabbed two bath towels. “Yeah, I thought it might help us relax.” She placed the fluffy white towels on the edge of the tub. “You can change in the bathroom if you’d like, and I’ll get changed out here.”

  The water continued to fill the tub, as they both changed into their bathing suits. Jenna changed into a skimpy black bikini. She wanted to make sure she changed before Kris came out of the bathroom. The bikini bottoms didn’t cover her tattoo, and she didn’t want Kris to see it.

  Kris cracked the bathroom door open. “Are you dressed yet?”

  “Yes, come on out.”

  Kris walked out to find Jenna already standing in the tub wearing a sexy black bikini.

  As Kris came around the corner, Jenna made sure her back was to the wall blocking her tattoo. Kris’s royal blue bikini was almost identical to hers. Seeing Kris in the bikini made her pulse quicken. Why do I keep putting myself in these dangerous positions, constantly testing my will power? She put her hand out to help Kris into the tub.

  Kris took Jenna’s hand as she lifted her right leg over the edge of the tub. She wasn’t expecting the water to be so hot, and she jerked her foot back as soon as the tips of her toes broke the surface of the water. “How did you get in there that fast? That’s hot.”

  Jenna reached out and grabbed Kris's other arm to steady her. “The same way you get into a cold pool, you just have to go for it.”

  Jenna held onto Kris as she took her time easing into the water one foot at a time. Jenna didn’t mind. It gave her an excuse to hold onto Kris.

  Finally, they lowered themselves until they were sitting face to face. Jenna started the jets and the water swirled around them. She lowered herself further until her neck rested against the back of the tub. She contemplated where to put her legs. She watched Kris to see if she had found a solution yet. Instead, Kris had her legs drawn up in front of her chest with her arms wrapped around her knees.

  She wanted to flip Kris around so that she’d be lying with her back against Jenna’s chest, but that wasn’t going to happen. She stretched her legs out and rested them on either side of Kris. The tub was not long enough for her long legs, so the tops of her knees bobbed in and out underneath the rolling water.

  “It’s okay, Kris, I won’t bite. You can relax.”

  Kris lowered her legs and stretched out until Jenna was sitting between them. Kris shut her eyes and wiggled until one of the jets hit her back. She felt her body letting go of some of the tension she had been carrying around. Jenna grabbed one of her calves, and she opened her eyes to find Jenna with her mouth open pretending she was going to take a bite out of it.

  “Not fair, you promised.” Kris retaliated by tickling one of Jenna’s feet.

  Jenna relaxed her grip on Kris's leg, but didn’t let go. “Okay, okay. Stop. I’m very ticklish.”

  “Oh, really? Tell me something else I don’t know about you.”

  Jenna shifted her position a little. “Like what?” She was sure that was the wrong thing to ask, but it was too lat
e. She had just opened up pandora’s box.

  Kris stared at her as if she were trying to read her mind. “Let’s start with something easy. Have you ever been engaged?”

  Jenna could handle questions like this. “No, never. How about you?”

  “Me neither.” Kris decided to be bold with her next question. “Have you ever dated a woman before?”

  Jenna felt her stomach knot up. She wasn’t shocked by the question, but she had hoped to avoid the issue. Well, at least she could give an honest answer. “No. Have you ever dated a man?”

  “Yes, I have dated a man before. Have you ever kissed another woman on the lips passionately?”

  “No. What’s your favorite color?” Jenna hoped her question would steer Kris away from the path she was headed down.

  Kris maintained direct eye contact with her. “Nice try. Blue. Have you ever been attracted to another woman?”

  Jenna felt like someone had just dropped a ton of bricks on her, but she vowed to remain honest and answered without flinching. “Yes. What is your favorite season?”

  Kris was happy to hear that, but knew it would be wrong to push further. “Fall. What is your favorite color?”

  Jenna was grateful Kris had spared her, but why did she? “Yellow. How long has it been since your last relationship?”

  “A little over a year. How long since your last relationship?”

  Jenna thought about it for a while. “A year and a half. How long has it been since your last orgasm?” Now it was time for her to get answers.

  Kris smiled and raised an eyebrow. Jenna was not as innocent as everyone thought. “Two days ago. How long since your last big O?”

  “Last night. Any more questions?”

  Kris's heart raced. “I think we should end it on that one.” She raised up on her knees and leaned towards Jenna. She placed one hand on the tub above Jenna’s shoulder while her other arm reached behind her for the control to shut off the jets.

  Jenna’s legs were still spread with Kris now straddling her left leg. She felt Kris's bikini bottoms brush just below her left thigh. She stared at Kris's midsection as Kris raised herself even higher to manipulate the jet controls.