A Bushel Of Kisses

Phoebe's lipgloss tasted of peaches. Emily tried to pull away from the kiss, her hands banging against the wood of the kissing booth, but she couldn't get a grip on anything. The brunette's tongue plunged deep into her mouth. Her hands caressed Emily's face and neck, toying with her hair and pulling her forward into a long, slobbery, passionate, sapphic make-out session.

After what felt like a very long time she pulled back, grinned into Emily's flushed, stubborn, outraged face and planted a soft kiss on the tip of her nose. "You're adorable," she said, idly twining a strand of blonde hair around her fingers. "Did you like that as much as I did?"

"No!"

"But you love kisses. It says right on your booth." She pointed to the writing on the booth, which read "I Love Kisses!" and "I Do It For Free!". "With advertising like that, you can't complain. Who's next?"

"Excuse me," said a spotty nerd, stepping forward. "The Anime Club would like to put forward a joint submission."

"Wait your turn, loser," snapped a chubby girl with pink hair. "The All-Lesbian Roller Derby Squadron wants to go first."

"Don't worry. There's plenty of kisses for everyone." Phoebe waved the pink-haired girl over. "But if it'll save time, I have a compromise."

"I'm listening."

"While the nerd kisses her mouth, we can both stick our tongues in her ears."

"Works for me!"