Marriage of Unconvenience

I lunged forward, causing our noses to bump, but neither of us seemed to care. It was a clumsy kiss, a careless kiss. A nervous kiss.

It was also the best fucking kiss of my entire life. Hands down. Cara was slow to respond, and I almost stopped and pulled away, worried I’d done the wrong thing. She’d been the one to initiate, but maybe she’d changed her mind.

Doubts filled my mind and I started to panic, but that was when her fingers started stroking my cheeks and her lips responded to my haphazard kiss. Normally I had more skill and finesse, but this was not one of those times.

She sucked in a breath and kissed me back, pushing a little in a way that made me push back. We started to figure out a rhythm and how to fit our faces together and when to breathe. Her tongue was darting and tentative, as if this was the first time she’d ever kissed anyone. Distantly I realized that this was probably only the third time she had ever kissed a girl.

I pressed myself closer to her and finally let my hands touch her. I hadn’t wanted to crowd her at first, but she was responding so well that I decided to give it a shot. I caressed her shoulders and then her arms, reaching to pull her closer. She made the cutest little sound of pleasure and ground her body into mine. My brain checked out and went on vacation and let my body take over. Every nerve exploded with fireworks where we touched. Her hands squeezed my hips, bringing me closer as she thrust against me again. I moaned and opened my mouth into hers, our tongues clashing together in a frenzy. Things were still a little frantic and sloppy, and only getting more so. I wanted more, so much more.

Her hands dug into my hips, probably leaving red marks behind. I wanted her to leave marks. I wanted to have a visual reminder that yes, this had actually happened and it wasn’t a fever dream or a hallucination.

Cara reached for me with her tongue, diving so far into my mouth, I was afraid I might swallow her. Air was inconsequential at the moment. The only thing that I cared about was that she kept kissing me. I wanted Cara to kiss me forever. This could be my new full-time job. Just kissing her. I had plenty of money; I could support myself and give my life up to kissing her. That would be a life well-lived because kissing Cara was unlike any other experience I’d ever had in my life.

It wasn’t just that she was my best friend. It wasn’t just because I had apparently been waiting for this kiss for my whole life. It wasn’t the way our bodies fit together, as if they’d been created to be with one another. It wasn’t the little sounds she made and the way she kept trying to pull me closer and closer.

It was everything. She was everything to me, and always had been and somehow it took her kissing me to realize. And not even kissing me the first time. This was technically our third kiss. Not that I was counting.

Cara yanked at me and I almost laughed at how she was trying to pull me on top of her. I would rather have died than put on the brakes, but I was starting to gasp from the lack of oxygen in my pursuit of her lips. My eyes rolled back in my head and desire exploded in my veins as she tooth my bottom lip between her teeth and tugged at it. Why was that so fucking hot? To be fair, everything she was doing was hot. Her demanding hands, her impatient mouth, her noises of want.

I was utterly consumed by her and I didn’t ever want this moment to stop. With trembling fingers, I started to slip under her shirt, being careful not to go too far in case I pushed her. I’d had sex with girls before; she hadn’t (that I knew of, unless she’d been keeping the biggest fucking secret).

“Stop,” she said into my mouth, and withdrew. I froze with my fingers just creeping under the hem of her tank top. Neither of us was wearing a bra, and her nipples were hard against mine.

“Okay,” I said, my chest heaving with the effort of stopping. She was shaking all over.

“What is it, Care?” I said, brushing some of her hair back from her face. It was all over the place, and I was pretty sure I’d gotten some of it in my mouth earlier.

“I think I’m queer,” she whispered so softly that I could barely hear her. The words still rocked me down to my foundation.

“What?” This wasn’t possible. I knew Cara. I knew anything and everything about her. I would have known.