The Kiss at the Top of the World

The Ferris wheel car reached the tip of its rotation, offering a complete view of the town, looking out over buildings and people, and further afield to wide green pastures and forests and caves beyond. Only a handful of buildings stood taller than the Ferris wheel, including Robert Raver’s business tower and a hotel he also owned. But even at their height, neither felt as open and inviting to the air and the world around them as it did inside that small cabin car. And yet, as picturesque as the scenery was, neither of the car’s occupants were looking outside the cabin.

Chloe McRose’s eyes were firmly fixed upon Hannah Woodsen, watching the older girl leaning ever closer. Hannah’s bright blue eyes sparkled back at her and Chloe did nothing to push her away. Her question went unanswered, and yet answered by the way the blonde was looking at her, leaning towards her, bringing her wet lips near to Chloe’s. This was a date. This was a date, and, in her naivety, Chloe had agreed to it. She should stop this now, lest she lead Hannah on. But she didn’t stop it. She simply watched as Hannah’s face came so close that Chloe could feel the other girl’s breath tingling on her lips. She licked her own lips, wetting them and parting them for Hannah.

A second later, she felt Hannah’s mouth meet her own. Her lips were soft and wet and warm, tenderly pressed against hers. Chloe’s eyes remained open and wide, still in a state of surprise as Hannah kissed her, and kept kissing her, the kiss deepening as their lips rolled over each other’s. But Chloe could feel herself melting into the kiss, moaning back as Hannah murmured her enjoyment into Chloe’s mouth. It was just lips, gentle and supple, no tongue, yet. Without thinking, without meaning to, Chloe felt her eyelids flutter closed, her body sinking into the kiss.

It occurred to Chloe, as she and Hannah continued to kiss in the car atop the town, that this wasn’t the first time they’d kissed. The last time, the first time, had been just last night during the intensely hot game of ‘Never Have I Ever’ that turned into a foursome with Gavin and Ashley. After the three girls had sucked on Gavin’s cock and let him spray his cum on their breasts, Hannah had sucked his cum from her finger before drawing her into a kiss. All Chloe could remember was the taste of Gavin’s cum on Hannah’s tongue. And then again later, they’d kissed, deep and forceful and impassioned, while they squished their cunts together, cumming and squirting with the other.

Yet, those kisses had felt **** and dirty, driven by their desire and the eroticism of situation. This kiss was something else. It was affectionate, and yet still needy; patient yet wanting. Hannah was taking her time, drawing Chloe in at her own pace rather than rushing, a hesitancy and a considerateness that hadn’t been present last night. Chloe appreciated that. Parting her lips, her tongue snaked out, flicking at Hannah’s lips and pressing into the open space between. She felt Hannah smile against her lips, the blonde’s own tongue reaching out to meet Chloe’s.

She thought about the kiss she shared with Kurt too, which was an odd thing to do while kissing someone else. It almost felt like a betrayal of Hannah to think of Kurt at a time like this, to remember the night before the hike. She could still remember how she felt, giving a strip tease as she removed her towel, feeling giddy and nervous and asking him for a kiss. That kiss was lustful too, full of a burning desire which they then sated. But that kiss. The strip tease may have stirred up her passions towards Kurt, but the kiss was like the cherry on top, a lightning bolt straight to her core.

Chloe felt her body tingle and wondered if it was from the kiss with Hannah or because she was thinking about Kurt. She could feel her pussy drooling, dampening Heather’s panties she’d borrowed. Their mouths smacked together, wet panting sounds consuming the air in the cabin, their tongues swirling and dancing. Chloe felt aroused and awkward, sitting like a sack of potatoes. She didn’t know what to do with her hands. If this were a guy, if this were Kurt, her hands might be in his hair, or pawing at his chest, or maybe even stroking his cock. But because this was Hannah, a girl, she sat, confused yet flush with desire.

The blonde knew what to do with her hands though, resting one upon Chloe’s legs, feeling her palm warm against her skin, even through the leggings. Her fingers dangled against her inner thigh, the suggestive contact instantly sending a shiver through Chloe’s body. Without thinking, acting on pure want, she threw her arms around Hannah’s neck, pulling her even deeper into the kiss, pulling her even closer. Chloe felt Hannah’s hand squeeze her thigh in response and she moaned softly into the blonde’s mouth.

She’d acted this way before, on pure want, when she’d climbed on Gavin’s cock and rode him ‘til he came. She’d been so horny, so in need of a cock, a real, living, warm, cock he had to kiss her in order to keep her from screaming and alerting the whole house. In the end it hadn’t mattered, Victoria had still found them. She had ruined his relationship with Victoria, and still Gavin came to check on her later. He’d heard her crying and came to her room, and that was when she stole another kiss. This time with none of the lust and secrecy. Just a kiss, an exploration mission to find out it there was anything between them. And there was. She definitely felt butterflies when Gavin kissed her.

Heat radiated from Hannah’s body. Chloe felt her body on hers, molten to touch, steaming with lust, pushed so close together that Chloe’s breast grazed against Hannah’s. And the hand on her leg felt like it was burning an imprint on to her skin, even as it moved, inching up, fingers trailing along her inner thigh until they were right beside Chloe’s dripping, wet hole. She was sure that Hannah could feel Chloe’s own heat on her fingers, they were so close without actually touching. What’s more, Chloe wanted Hannah to touch her, to feel that wet, heat directly. Even here, out in the open, as the cabin circled down in it’s rotation, Chloe’s mind was not on the place or the people around her, it was only on Hannah’s hand, and how much she wanted it on her itching, wanting cunt.

Instead Hannah pulled away. The pair panted breathlessly, ragged, their chests heaving as Hannah slid away from Chloe, her hand leaving the redhead’s thigh. Chloe watched her separate from her body, disappointed, but understanding as the Ferris wheel completed its rotation and the employee opened their cabin door. It had only been about fifteen minutes, but it had felt to Chloe like much longer. She felt weak and dazed from the kiss, completely drained as if they’d been lip locked for hours rather than minutes.

Chloe saw the older blonde lick Chloe’s taste from her lips as they stepped out of the car and walked down the short steps. Chloe didn’t know what to say. It felt surreal, as if that cabin car had been a pocket dimension where she and Hannah could kiss and sit so close they could literally feel the heat of the other’s desire, but once they stepped out, they were back to normal, seeming like friends, or maybe even only acquaintances.

Thankfully, for Chloe, Hannah knew what to say. “Shit, I’m starving now,” Hannah said, implying the Ferris wheel kiss had been real, as she nodded towards a hot dog cart. “Wanna get something to eat?”