“No?”
“Nope.” I bit my lip between my teeth. “Kinda hot actually.”
Anna said nothing, but I could see her breath catch in her throat a little bit. She grinned a little before she finally opened her mouth. “It was pretty hot watching you guys.”
“You’re telling me,” I said, feeling my heart thumping in my chest as the room got a little warmer around us.
“You’re a pretty good kisser, too, you know.” Anna’s voice was almost a whisper, and my eyes darted up to see her chewing on her lip and fingering the label of the bottle in her hands, her eyes wide and fiery like the mane of red hair framing her face.
I swallowed thickly. “You are too, you know.”
“How is that the first time we’ve ever done that?”
I blushed. “What, kiss?”
“Yeah. I think that’s something friends do, right? Shouldn’t we have been like, practicing kissing at sleepovers or something?”
I giggled. “I don’t think that’s real. I think that only happens in porn.”
Anna grinned and shrugged. “Well…” she trailed off. “I think we should have, because I think I’ve always wanted to do that.”
I blushed.“I thought of something else we should do more often.” The words came out of my lip before I could stop them, and Anna’s eyes met mine with this fire behind them, like she already knew what I was going to say.
“What,” she breathed out.
I took a shaky breath. “Kiss,” I said firmly, feeling my pulse racing. “We should kiss more often.”
We were leaning towards each other before I could even process it, closing the distance between the two beds we’d been slumped against quicker than I’d have ever thought. And when my lips touched hers, it was like a spark when off in my body. Her lips were soft and pillowy, and I could almost hear her moan a little as our mouths pressed hotly together.
It only lasted a second or two before we pulled away - breathless and eyes wide.
Holy shit.
I could see the same emotion writ across her face as we sat there staring at each other. Yeah, that hadn’t been a friend kiss at all. That’d been way more than that. And I knew if it happened again, I’d be crossing a line, and maybe going someplace we weren’t ready to go. But then her lips parted just a little bit, and I could see her eyes shine into mine, and I was lost.
“We should do that aga-”
I didn’t even get the words out before she crashed into me again, and this time, we kissed.
I moaned as my lips opened for her tongue, feeling it wrestle hotly with mine as her body pressed to mine and her hands slid around me to pull me against her. My hands followed suit, sliding over her back and holding her tightly as she pressed me back against the side of my bed, kissing me madly and deeply.
Everything we’d never said came out in that kiss. Everything we’d ever secretly thought and never admitted to each other or to ourselves came rushing out in that one, searing kiss. It’d have been easy to say it was the booze, but I knew damn well it was more than that, and she did too. In that moment, it was just her and I, and the rest of the world just fell away.
She moaned into my mouth, and before I knew it, I was sliding my hand up the back of her shirt, pushing and pulling at it as if desperate to strip it from her body. I gasped as her mouth slipped away from mine just long enough to yank her shirt off, before her lips delved to my neck, sucking the skin there and making me cry out. My hands slid up and down her almost bare back as she sucked at the skin of my neck, making me shiver and moan. Her hands found the front of the blouse I wore, and my hands clutched at her as she slowly started to pull button after button apart.
Tyler.
I didn’t know what this mean in terms of him. Sure, we weren’t officially “boyfriend and girlfriend”, but I knew that was a bullshit excuse for what I was very willingly doing right then. What he and I were was complicated, but…that didn’t change what Anna and I were doing.
Was this cheating?
I know it should have felt like it, but oddly, it didn’t. And it wasn’t that bullshit “oh, but it’s a girl” excuse. This wasn’t two friends pecking in a bar for free drinks from frat boys, this was much more than that, I knew it.
But it still didn’t feel wrong, and suddenly it hit me why.
Because it was Anna.