Girls Kissing Girls 24 - Scene 4

Alexis was sliding the pizza pan into the oven when the doorbell rang. Karla stepped inside, eyes red, voice shaking. Her boyfriend had left, and the part that stung was what he said on the way out: she was a terrible kisser. Alexis laughed, but Karla’s face stayed serious. She wanted the truth, right now, from the only person she trusted to give it. Alexis hesitated, worried the line between friends might blur, yet the look on Karla’s face made her open her arms. They leaned in. At first it was careful, polite, lips barely parted. Then Karla’s mouth opened, soft and uncertain, and Alexis felt heat rise between them. Hands slid from shoulders to waists. Breasts pressed closer—Alexis’ full and warm, Karla’s round and natural. Fingers found their way beneath clothing, slipped inside, slick and seeking. The kiss deepened, wet, open-mouthed. A quiet moan slipped from Karla as two fingers curled inside her, slow and deliberate. Alexis answered with her tongue, tasting her friend like she’d been waiting to do it for years. The pizza timer beeped, but neither moved.