Mommy Wants a Kiss

Kristen lounges with her friend Lena on the bed when Kendra steps in. She announces she'll be gone for a bit, then locks lips with Kristen, the kiss wet and heavy, tongues flashing. Lena watches from the edge of the bed, eyes wide. "Does she always kiss you like that?" Lena asks when Kendra’s gone. "Seemed like a lot more than a peck." Kristen brushes it off. "Just a quick one." Lena calls bullshit and stands up to leave, slinging an arm around Kristen’s shoulders before she splits. Later, Kristen slips under the covers. Kendra returns, says she came to tuck her girl in. She grabs Kristen, forces her tongue deep again, and this time Kristen shoves back, hungry. They know it’s twisted, know it’s a bad idea, yet the pull is stronger. Kristen hesitates. "Is this wrong?" Kendra’s answer is raw. "Feels so fucking good—how can it be wrong?" That seals it. They rip clothes off, drop to the mattress, lips and teeth and hands everywhere, mouths sliding over each other’s slick, trembling cunts until nothing else exists.