We were both nineteen, fresh and innocent, and away from home or any supervision by our parents or the strictures of boarding school for the first time in our lives. Rachel had been my best friend at home, but we'd gone to different boarding schools and only gotten to see each other at holidays and in the summertime. During those times we were as close as if we'd never been apart. We were inseparable and had come to be known as the terrible twosome, and now we'd fulfilled our pledge to attend college together. We were in the same sorority, most of the same classes, and shared everything. It'd been 3 months we'd shared the same room.
Sitting by our window in our room at the sorority house, I remembered these things and smiled feeling really good and happy. I was wrapped in my comforter from my bed, wearing a long cotton Victoria's Secret nightshirt and chunky socks and daydreaming as I looked at Rachel sleeping. Her wavy, long blonde hair fanned over her pillow and draped around her neck and feathers of it grazed her cheek as she lay sleeping. Her beautiful lips all rosy were gently parted and the cool morning light made her pale skin almost shimmer. She always complained she had ducks lips and I always told her they were beautiful and seductive. They were lips like Michelle Pheiffer's but fuller and a little wider. Once in our childhood, around the time we were 13 or so, we'd kissed. First it was more like practicing for the real thing with a boy, but the last time we kissed, we kissed each other and I remember the thrill and how it felt so soft and wonderful. I think we were both embarrassed and sadly now that I think of it, we had never kissed again.
Seeing Rachel as she lay sleeping, I remembered that kiss and the thrill it gave me and I wanted to kiss her again. I sat, my feet tucked under me, wrapped in my blanket tucked up under my chin for a long time. My desire to kiss Rachel again slowly rising to be the only thing I could think about, and the debate frustrated me as the need to kiss her filled me with a warm tingling as I imagined it. Finally my mind was made up. I'd just do it. I'd kneel beside her bed and lean over and kiss her on those sweet, warm lips as she slept. If she awoke as I was kissing her I could pull back and make an excuse that she'd looked so lovely sleeping there I'd had to kiss her out of pure sisterly love. Lame I know, but I was possessed with only the desire to kiss those wonderful lips once more. Still with my blanket wrapped around me, I knelt beside her bed and gazed at her lovely face for a long time. So many feelings were churning inside me now.
I remember like it was yesterday. Slowly I leaned in toward her, not even needing to lean on the bed as she was near the edge anyway, and I froze in a fearful moment of doubt just inches from her lips. I could feel her warmth on my face and the warm scent of her, we both used the same floral body wash, as I breathed it in. It was so exciting and a little scary. Our lips touched so lightly and then I pressed mine to hers and felt their firmness, warmth, and suppleness against mine. I closed my eyes and held the kiss and then pulled away slowly. I felt guilty, excited and stimulated all together. Rachel murmured something and her hand caught me behind the neck as her eyes came open.
"Nicole, don't stop." She said in a quiet whisper.
"Oh Rachel I'm sorry… I don't know what I was thinking… I'm awful." I stammered, confused and not quite getting what she'd said.
"Nicole, kiss me again, kiss me." Rachel said, and she was almost cooing now.
