"Kiss My Ass"

"Kiss my ass," I joked with her, not quite ready to put that much of a mark on myself just yet.

"Oh that can be arranged," was Amanda's countered as she sunk to her knees and laid her hands on my ass through my skirt. "Please," she asked, face rubbing against my marvelous ass. I was totally awestruck by her audacity and nerve, but I guess if when you spend a night like we did last night, you'd be more inclined to make those kinds of offers. I couldn't see what it would hurt and it would make her pretty damn happy if I'd agreed.

"What the Hell," I laughed, "go right ahead. But just one!" I giggled.

"Yes!" was all Amanda replied with, her hands stroking my legs as she ran her cheek up and down my ass. I lifted my skirt to give her some help as she took my panties and slid them down until they were hanging at my ankles. I bent over at a slight angle to give her a the best shot possible. With her lips puckered big and wide, she leaned in and planted a big fat kiss on my left ass cheek. I let out a tiny moan as just the idea of her lips on my intimately place skin made me hot and bothered.

"Wait," she ordered as I stood there, panties around my ankles, skirt hiked up above my ass. I saw her get out her phone and I started to protest but she snapped the photo before I could stop her. She came back and groped at my ass for a few seconds after before pulling my panties back into place. I let my skirt fall back down to its thigh length after she ran a playful swat onto my ass right where she had kissed me.

"There, one big loving kiss right on the ass. Just for you," she said as she came back up to meet me face to face.

"I will cherish it always," I said before laying a kiss of my own on her cheek. I wasn't wearing any lipstick, but it meant just the same to Amanda judging by the heavenly look on her face.

"It was actually a really good photo of you by the way," she informed me. I chased her around the tiny dorm room for a little while before we ended up laying together with me on top in my own bed this time.

"You're going to delete that photo," I told her once we stopped laughing.

"No way, it's way too good of a picture. Here, look for yourself," she said as she handed me her phone. It was a good picture. I was still dazed from the dirty thoughts I was having about Amanda's lips on my ass, which was still fully exposed in the image, lipstick mark and all.

"Okay, okay," I relented. "But you don't get to show that to anyone!" I demanded. She pulled me into a tight hug and assured me that she would never even dream of showing anyone.

"It's our little secret," she told me. "Who knows, we might just make a whole dirty photo album, all for ourselves." I actually liked that idea, as long as it wasn't all just me. I guess I was going to have to get used to a camera a bit more.

We laid in bed for another twenty minutes or so before the topic of class came up and through a great stroke of luck, we had the same one coming up. It was a relatively low level math course that Amanda was taking due to her accounting major and I was taking for my math credit. Before we left, Amanda threw on a yellow sundress and some black converse that seemed to match the outfit perfectly. I was as impressed with her choice in fashion now as I was when I first saw her yesterday. We made our way to the first floor hand in hand smiling like idiots, but I didn't care. I didn't care that our class was all the way across campus. It was just more time I got to walk with Amanda. Her lipstick mark was fresh and I could still feel it on my ass. I was holding hands with the most wonderful girl in the world. I really could not be any happier.