First Kiss

The kiss was passionate and lasted longer than the two thought it would. Their mouths seemed to move in harmony to one another and it was an animal instinct with gout easily it began. Rose swore on her mothers grave that the planets had aligned for them. Doves flew off into the sky, flowers bloomed and an overall radiance was visible from Rose. The kiss started when Cleo invited Rose for a romantic tunnel of love. Rose was a cheesy girl and it took about five minutes before the rough stuff came. They made out aggressively at first and Rose damn near choked but it was hot so she let it slide. Then they slowed down and that’s when Rose felt a super warm feeling arise in her soul. Was this feeling considered being horny? Was she gonna get sent out to horny jail for kissing? Eh, let the authorities take her, for this woman rocked her world. Rose kept this fantasy going cause she was a freak like that. 

A pink void grew in Cleo’s mind, swallowing all her thoughts and feelings but the passionate ones managed to survive. Why was she so warm? Why were her lips so soft? Both women thought these questions to themselves. In fact they were so focused on their first kiss that they didn’t notice the ride was over until the attendant yelled at them to get out. They giggled and did as they were told, off to find a more secluded space. Roses house worked out the best and they continued to French there. Movies made it seem easy but Rose—being a literal gremlin—kept forgetting to breathe and soon developed a new kink. Cleo teased her about it-but once again it was a sexy picture habit so Rose didn’t care. 

Kissing was their new favorite thing and replaced hand holding.