No. For now, they just keep kissing

I wanted to fuck her so badly—

But an even more powerful desire overwhelmed that one: I just wanted us to keep kissing.

So we did. We kissed until the water ran cold.

···

Leaving that bedroom was like crossing a firing range. Any hopes we had harbored that the others hadn’t heard our earth-shaking orgasms were dashed to pieces the second we opened the door and heard the cheering. Not only had we been obnoxiously loud, we had also been the first two people up that morning. Our moaning had literally woken every other person in the cabin.

We fielded a merciless barrage of good-natured teasing. Oddly enough, it actually seemed like our friends had been rooting for Elizabeth and I to hook up, which frankly mystified both of us. I’d screwed around with every straight girl in the cabin over the past few months, but our other friends had never before made such a big deal about it.

Only Amy gave us a free pass, and that was just because she was so focused on surviving her hangover.

Poor Amy. That girl really went through hell that morning. She spent hours hugging the toilet, still dressed in Stephanie’s oversized underwear from the night before. We all took turns sitting on the floor beside her for company, administering a metric ton of drinking water for medicinal purposes.

When my turn came to play nurse, Amy seemed especially mortified. She protested that she didn’t like the idea of a boy to see her when she looked “not awesome” (her words), but I reminded Amy that she and I had hung out together plenty of times after our runs, when she was covered in sweat and B.O. If I could handle her smelling “not awesome,” I could easily forgive the fact that her eyes were a bit puffy and her skin was a tad pale.

My sexy redhead friend, usually so full of self-confidence, draped a pitiably weak arm across my shoulder and swore off **** forever. For the record, that lasted about two months.

When she was finally starting to feel a bit better, Amy leaned into my ear and whispered “So, what went down with you and Elizabeth this morning?”

I blushed a bit. “What, you want details or something?”

“Hell yes, I want details. All Elizabeth was willing to tell me was, ‘it was nice.’ You didn’t fuck her, did you? She’s not on the pill.”

“No, I didn’t fuck her. We messed around in bed for a while and then we took a shower together. And she was right, it was nice.”

Amy gave me a congratulatory pat on the back. “Bet you guys had all kinds of fun in that shower. What’d you do?”

“We kissed.”

“And what else?”

I frowned at her. “And we got clean. We kissed and we got clean.”

Amy recoiled from me, surprised and intrigued by this development. I didn’t understand what the big deal was and I told her as much.

“You just kissed? That was all? You guys were in there for like five days. You didn’t go down on each other, or give each other hand jobs, or anything? Were you just spent or something?”

I shrugged. “No, we were both pretty turned on. We just wanted to kiss, I don’t see what’s so weird. People kiss.”

An impish grin crossed Amy’s face and she chuckled, still weak from all the ****. She pointed an accusing finger at my nose and chided, “You’re falling for her.”