Page 40 of The Death of Kisses

Dad said goodbye sometime after breakfast, but Charlie and I were lost in our own world. She poured her heart out, her voice trembling with excitement, as she passionately shared her love for Greek and Roman history. Her eyes sparkled as she told me the story of Artemis, the fierce huntress—her fearless band of warrior women, their unwavering strength, and their incredible bravery. I was truly moved by how deeply she cared, how much that ancient world meant to her. Seeing her face light up with such pure joy, her passion igniting every word, filled my heart with pride and wonder. It was as if her love for the past had ignited a fire inside her—and in me as well.

“What about you? What ignites your soul? What fires burn so fiercely within you that they consume your every thought?” She smiled gently, and in that moment, my mind wavered—caught between honesty and the irresistible urge to sweep her into my arms, to silence her question with a kiss.

She watched me with unwavering attention, her eyes searching mine, as I was lost in her breathtaking beauty, feeling my heart pound harder.

“You would make a breathtaking huntress,” I breathed out.

A soft chuckle escaped her lips, tinged with a bittersweet echo that I couldn't quite grasp—like I'd missed something vital, something that whispered of unspoken pain beneath her smile. She leaned in, kissed my forehead tenderly, and gently pulled me to my feet, guiding me around the table.

“Let’s go shower—time is slipping away, and we’ve got school to get to.”

I looked at her, a warm smile spreading across my face, as she led me back toward the bathroom, feeling my heart swell with a mixture of affection, longing, and the unspoken hope that maybe, just maybe, she understood what I couldn't put into words.

Pulling her shirt over her head I watched as her breasts bounced slightly as she tossed the shirt aside. My sunflower pendant sat between her breasts catching my eyes in the light. If I was honest, I had never seen another woman’s breasts so close. As if catching my thought Charlie grabbed my hand placing it on her left breast.

My breath hitched as embarrassment crept through me, you’d think having a pair of boobs I would have been less nervous. There was just something different about someone else’s breasts. Especially when they laugh and kiss you and whisper “You’re so cute.”

Charlie pulled my fingers to her lips and kissed them gently while I stood there almost too frozen to the spot. She grabbed my other hand kissing the tips of my fingers before placing both my hands back onto her breasts.

“You can explore my body if you want too,” she whispered encouragingly. A small flicker of fear bubbled to the surface before I shoved the anxiety downward. My fingers trailed across her round slopes toward her nipples. The urge to taste them overcame any fear or embarrassment and I leaned close. My tongue darted out to the soft delicate skin. She smelled like men’s cologne and a soft mix of cherry blossom and she tasted slightly salty. My heart thudded wildly in my chest as I felt the soft giggle beneath my tongue. I looked at her confused for a moment before realizing my tongue had hit a sensitive spot. She was ticklish and it just made me want to lick her more.

My tongue glided across her breasts towards her nipples and I heard her breathy moan pulling back and smiling at her. I kissed her on the lips.

“Time limit and all right?” I grinned mischievously as I slipped off my T-shirt and turned the shower water on. When the water was warm enough I slipped into the stream slicking my hair back and closing my eyes to soak in the warmth.

Hands grabbed my waist and my eyes shot open, “that wasn’t very nice,” she purred against my neck.

I turned towards her, my eyes catching on the water as it rolled down her breasts and splashed on to the floor.

“What are you going to do about it?” I baited.

Her hand latched around my neck before I could blink. Charlie’s face flashed with violence as her lips slammed into mine. Kissing me with such intensity that I could barely see straight.

“Mmm, see sleeping beauty, that's the difference between you and me, I’ve been starved of touch,” she paused her fingers finding the wetness of my pussy and shoving two inside. I gasped as she pumped and when she jerked her hand away a naughty smile lingered on her lips. “You however, are a greedy little girl and you’ll soon find that I’m more than willing to wait for you to beg.”

She shoved her fingers coated in my juices in her mouth before she left the shower.

Discombobulated and so fucking turned on I quickly washed up and despite how hard I tried, my pussy weeped for the touch of her.

Charlie wasn’t in my bedroom when I got dressed. Her black lighter sat in the pocket of my jeans as I walked out the door.

There at the end of the sidewalk was Charlie, dangling a helmet from her fingers calling me to her like an addiction.

My heart thudded wildly as I approached her, every step felt like a dream come true. She set her helmet on my head and I climbed on.

“Hold tight,” she laughed as the engine revved.

I had just enough time to grip to her leathers, my thighs squeezing tight against hers.

The chilly October air whipped by us and in a matter of minutes we were at the school.

She smiled as she helped me off her bike. Her fingers lingering on my rosy cheeks as if to ask something but shook her head.

“I —“

“Woah Charlie is this your bike?” Savannah’s voice interrupted and I turned toward the cheerleader.

“Oh my god Anna! So this is why you didn’t text me this morning, I didn’t know you two were close,” she looked between us questioning.