Mouth To Mouth

Kristen’s on her bed, phone to her ear, chatting up Nickey. The second they say hi she sits straighter, smiling like she’s already got plans. She admits she’s nervous about the CPR class and Nickey jumps in—says she’s been studying and would be glad to coach her. Kristen offers up the pool area, figures the lounge chairs will feel more real. Nickey’s game, and they agree to meet in ninety minutes. They hit the deck fully dressed, bikinis hiding underneath. Nickey gawks at the water, then cracks that if Kristen’s parents catch them mouth-to-mouth things might get weird. Kristen laughs—folks are gone for the day, and hey, they’re both legal now. That settles it. They peel down to their suits. Kristen sneaks a quick glance at Nickey’s perky tits and then looks away fast, not wanting to get caught staring. Nickey stretches out on a towel. Kristen kneels over her, hair falling forward. Nickey brushes it aside and their lips meet. Chest compressions start out textbook, but every breath stretches a little longer. Kristen’s eyes keep drifting to those small, natural tits, hands pausing before pressing down. Third round, the kiss drags out. Nickey giggles, teases that it felt more like making out. Kristen blushes, mumbles sorry, but Nickey says she liked it. They dive into a real kiss, hungry, and Kristen grabs her hand and leads her inside.