It's locked, thankfully

After a moment or two of fiddling with the lock, whoever was trying to get in gave up. Neither of them realized how close they came to being discovered in a precarious position; they were so focused on their shared moment, on the feelings growing within them by the second, that the sound of the doorknob didn't even register to them.

Jenna managed to unhook the other girl's bra, after a brief moment of her own fiddling; she wasn't used to trying to get it off someone else. The piece of clothing disappeared in the mix as they continued to kiss and, with a boldness that surprised her a little, Jenna reached up and gently cupped Hannah's bare breast. She froze for a moment as Jenna started to gently massage it, the same way she touched herself in more intimate moments, one finger delicately swirling around the tiny, fleshy nub of her nipple.

"Oh god," Hannah breathed in her ear as she kissed the nape of her neck, eagerly leaning into the touch. Jenna sucked her earlobe in response, more out of impulse than any real plan, her lips finding the first thing they could touch now that they weren't pressed directly against Hannah's. The other girl kissed her jawline and neckline, exploring her body inch by inch, both of them reveling in the sudden change in their relationship and the feelings of their bodies pressed against each other.

They kissed and touched on the couch, simultaneously hesitant to push the other too far but eager to try more, to push the bounds of what was happening. Jenna felt Hannah starting to kiss further down her body, felt her fingers starting to tease at the waistband of her pants, and knew what would happen if she didn't try to change the situation.