The Kissing Booth

Emma Hix, Whitney Wright and Tiffany Watson are chilling with a deck of cards when Tiffany jokingly calls Emma a cheater. Whitney jumps in right away, telling her best friend to knock it off. Tiffany blinks, then smirks. “You only defend her that fast if you’re fucking her,” she laughs. The room goes quiet. Whitney and Emma share one quick glance and drop the secret—they’ve been dating for months. Whitney admits she wanted to spill it earlier but kept chickening out. Tiffany panics and starts cracking lame lesbian jokes to fill the silence. Emma’s jaw tightens; Whitney stands, grabs Emma’s hand, and they walk out, leaving Tiffany alone at the table with her cards. A few days later Tiffany shows up at Whitney’s door, apology ready. To prove she’s sorry she set up a kissing booth for charity, the cash going straight to the LGBT center. Whitney and Emma melt a little, lean in, and plant soft kisses on Tiffany’s lips as thanks. Tiffany’s knees buckle; she likes it—really likes it. The girls smile, pull her inside, and tell her to strip if she wants more. Clothes hit the floor and the three of them tumble onto the couch, mouths and hands everywhere: blonde hair, brunette hair, soft skin, shining piercings, every inch of Tiffany explored until all three girls are panting and wet and grinning like they just won the best hand of the night.