Feb 17, 2002 08:49
But it wasn't the first time, and it probably won't be the last.
I was at my friend Cara's. She and her wife had just finished dinner, which I hadn't shared since I wasn't hungry. We played Playstation for awhile then Cara went and put in a hetero porno. Sara and I did our best to ignore her by continuing to play You Don't Know Jack. Soon, Cara called and asked me to come in the other room where we could hear the sounds of moaning and slapping echoing. Sara and I declined.
After our game was over and Cara's TV had turned back to the drivel of cable, Sara and I decided it was safe to see what she was up to. When we went in, Cara said there was just one thing she wanted to show me. That was a clip from the porno where the woman is bent over backwards, resting on her hands, and the man was standing, still fucking her. It was bizarre, and I imagine uncomfortable, as well. Sara hates hetero porn and so was doing her best not to watch. She convinced Cara to finally turn it off, but seemed to hit on what seemed like a great idea to her.
She wanted Cara to kiss me. Really kiss me, not a peck.
I'm still not sure what thought processes led to this. All I know is that Cara and Sara were on the couch, I was in a lazy chair, and all of a sudden I have a woman pushing me to french kiss her wife. Cara and I are both asking what the hell is going on. I jokingly ask Cara if she can't control her wife. Sara ignores all the bait and remains focused on seeing us kiss.
Cara finally tells her that she'd kiss me if Sara does too. Sara runs upstairs to brush her teeth as I'm sitting agape, trying to figure what the hell is going on. As she comes back down and approaches me, I fake her out and run past her, out the door. Standing in the street, I tell Sara she can't cross the sidewalk. It's a RULE. Cara crosses however, and even though I back away, I warily let her stay.
Just to taunt Sara still standing by the sidewalk, I put my arms around Cara and my face close to hers, then turn to Sara and laugh. She accuses me of being a tease and continues asking us to kiss, just for her, she wants to see it. She doesn't accept my excuse that I'm an inexperienced kisser--she says this is practice. To taunt Sara some more I start to circle Cara. I blow on her neck, brush my breasts against her back, looking at Sara whenever I do so. She doesn't look jealous...in fact, she looked more fascinated. I finally think, What the hell? Cara is my best friend. And we've kissed before, a long time ago, when we were experimenting.
I look at Sara one last time, then meet Cara's eyes. I can see she knows I'm going to do it by the sudden flare in her eyes. I bring my mouth to her and kiss her in the street, warm, smoky, tongues swirling. Deeper, for Sara. My mouth is still damp when I break off and smile at Sara.
It was nice, but it didn't do anything for me. Sara, on the other hand, was all over Cara once we finished.
WHAT I DO FOR MY FRIENDS.
cara,
queer