Celebrating with ice cream at Talia's house

We played hooky and hoofed it back to Talia’s house, where both her parents were still away at work. Talia broke out a bag of pretzels and a gallon of raspberry chocolate ice cream, and the celebration began.

“It’s over!”

“We’re done!”

“No more APs!”

We laughed and cheered, generously exchanging high-fives and hugs. I picked up Rachel’s petite body in my arms and swung her around the room while she squealed in delight. Man, that girl was tiny.

I asked Talia what was up with her slutty outfit that day, and she smugly replied, “When I feel sexy, I feel confident. It helped me on the test.”

“Yeah,” I joked, “but I had to sit behind you. When you feel sexy, I feel horny, and that did NOT help me on the test.”

Rachel put an end to our squabbling by tapping her bowl of ice cream with a spoon.

“Ahem! I propose a toast.”

Talia and I dutifully picked up our own bowls in response.

“A toast,” Rachel continued, “to the end of high school. Yeah, I know, we’ve still got a month of classes and a couple easy finals, but let’s be honest: this was it. This week was the hard part, and now it’s done with. From here on out, all we’ve gotta do is show up. So, cheers!”

We clinked our three ice cream bowls together. Talia grabbed a handful of Rachel’s t-shirt and pulled her in for an excited, celebratory kiss—

They broke apart so fast you’d think they’d been struck by lightning.

“WOW…” they both giggled, licking their lips.

I didn’t quite understand what was going on. Talia and Rachel kissed like five thousand times a day. What had been so special about that one?

Seeing the confusion on my face, Talia promptly licked the ice cream off her spoon and yanked me towards her mouth—

“Wow,” I agreed.

Her lips were freezing cold, and sweet from all the ice cream. The surprising sensation sent my brain spinning like a top. She pulled herself away—too soon for my taste—and gave me a sultry smile:

“Ice cream-kisses.”

I don’t know if chilling our lips with ice cream was at all erotic, but it sure was fun. The girls made an effort to get their lips as cold and sugary as possible before embracing each other in another sexy lip-lock.

“That’s so weird!” Rachel giggled at her girlfriend, “Even your tongue is cold!”

With growing arousal, Talia kissed me again. It was quick and intense, not so much a display of affection as it was an emergency attempt to vent the overwhelming charge of manic energy building inside of her body.

While we kissed, Rachel applied a fresh bite of ice cream to her lips.

Talia’s lips swung from me, to her girlfriend, and back again, over and over—our combined excitement growing and multiplying with each kiss. After just a few minutes, Talia was on fire. Our silly game of ice cream foreplay was forgotten as we all fell onto the couch, Talia in the middle, Rachel and I on either side, playfully taking turns making out with her.

My gaze fell to Talia's shirt -- the same damn shirt that had been distracting me all morning. I ogled the red fabric, perfectly molded against her heaving, braless breasts...