The Kiss

I sat on Lika’s bed and watched her spill the contents of her closet. Shimmery green tops and black pants fell beside bright red dresses and skimpy pieces of cloth.

“Fucking closet. There’s nothing in here,” She sighed and looked at me.

“Oh!” she picked up the bright red dress. It was skin tight, like a tube awaiting a victim.

“That’d look good with your skin,” I tried to act like I had a clue, but I really didn’t. So I went back to flipping through her Seventeen magazine.

“I’m too fat for this,” I regarded the entire nothingness of her middle and didn’t question. “It’s for you to wear tonight, Flor.”

“No need to mock me,” I flipped the page absently. Lika threw the dress and it landed on the magazine.

“Wear it!” I sighed and obeyed. I tried not to notice Lika’s lingering eyes, but that’s kind of hard when you’re self consciously sliding into a too tight dress.

“Sexay thang!” she slapped my ass and winked. My cheeks grew hot with embarrassment as I wrapped a blanket around myself.

“No! We’re getting you laid in that thing! No covering up your sexy legs!” She kissed my thigh like it was the most normal thing and turned away.

I was super sensitive of every part of my body. My skin was on edge. My lips were tingling. My mind started stirring…

Lika lifted her shirt over her head, sweeping her hair up with it. I looked at her gorgeous, tan bare back. There was a splash of freckles on her right shoulder. I wanted to trace them and kiss them and…

“Staring?” she turned back and raised an eyebrow. I started to stutter, or maybe I just stopped in shock. I wasn’t aware of anything but the warm blood racing through my body.

Lika turned around, showing her bare chest. I caught my breath in surprise. She laughed and crawled onto the bed. She straddled my legs and pinned me down.

“Do you like what you see? I’m sure you do. You want me, don’t you? You little lezzy,” she purred and ran a stray hand down the front of my dress.

I wanted to pull her on top of me and take her, right then. But a sly smile that worked its way across her lips told me this was all a joke. A terrible, cruel joke.

She leaned down and kissed me, full on the lips. Her tongue traced my mouth then she bit my bottom lip and didn’t let go.

“What do you think about that?” I exhaled and closed my eyes. There was nothing I could say that wouldn’t fuck it all up.

“Oh shit! We have to get going,” I hid my face in a pillow as she stripped the rest of her clothes off and put on her slinky black dress.