The Kiss
- Chapter Two
Having marveled at The Falls, Gemma and Emily drove back to their Niagara hotel. Emily was at the wheel, the automatic transmission allowing her to hold hands with her friend. Gemma's mind was racing as fast as her heart. Closing her eyes she recalled Emily's soft lips on hers, Emily's curious tongue meeting hers, then it moving deeper into her mouth and Gemma's own tongue, shyly, falteringly reciprocating. She remembered parting, only to embrace and stroke and kiss cheeks and bury faces in shoulders. Above everything else, she knew she had wanted more, she knew that she still did. Opening her eyes, Gemma squeezed Emily's hand and her friend turned her head briefly to flash a smile at her.
Emily pulled over close to the front of the hotel. Gemma still thought more Addams Family than what she would call Victorian, but the place certainly had charm. The reception desk was unmanned and so Emily reached up to get their key. There was a elevator that seemed to date to the 1800s, but the girls opted for the stairs to the second floor instead. Emily fitted the key, turned the crystal doorknob and opened the door. After both girls had entered, she closed it again, leaning against its wooden panels, beaming at Gemma.
"Now I have you to myself, beautiful."
Gemma could feel her face flush, but was unclear whether this was due to embarrassment or excitement, maybe it was both. She was certainly not used to being addressed as beautiful. Emily discarded her winter coat and pulled off her boots, Gemma did likewise. The two girls embraced, lips pressing, mouths open, tongues entangling. Gemma stroked Emily's hair. Emily, held Gemma's face as they kissed urgently, then she dropped her hands to hold Gemma's waist, pulling the two of them together. Breaking momentarily, Emily whispered in her friend's ear.
"I really want to see you naked, angel. Is that OK?"
Rather than answer, Gemma took a step back and pulled her sweater over her head. She unbuttoned her jeans and wriggled them to the floor. Suddenly aware of what she was doing, Gemma felt herself blush even more. She raised her eyes and met the same steady gaze with which Emily had surveyed her at The Falls. Locking eyes with her friend, Gemma pulled her T-shirt over her head and stood self-consciously in bra, panties and socks.
"It's OK, angel. You look gorgeous. Let me help."