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Sophie

I couldn’t even believe that I’d gotten up the courage to ask, and she had actually agreed? At first, I thought she was going to tell me to get out and never speak to her again, but she only paused and then I’d babbled, and she agreed.

She was going to kiss me.

I hadn’t been entirely honest with my reasoning for wanting to kiss her. I should probably feel bad about that, but I didn’t know any other way to do it. Reid had to be my first sapphic kiss. She just had to be.

“Are we doing this or not?” Reid asked while I internally flipped out.

“Wait, now?” I asked.

She nodded. “No time like the present.”

My hope when I came over was to get her to agree to the kiss and then we’d do it later. After I’d brushed my teeth for at least an hour and had time to do a lip scrub to make sure my mouth was as kissable as possible. One needed to prep for this kind of thing.

But now Reid was looking at me and I couldn’t find the words to say any of that. I couldn’t say no to her right now if I tried.

Reid stood up and stepped around the couch.

“Oh, uh, right,” I said, getting up and facing Reid. She moved closer to me until we were almost touching. Reid was just about two or three inches taller than me, so we were pretty well matched as far as height. That was another point in her favor. I don’t know if I’d want to kiss someone who was so tall they had to bend in half to reach my mouth. At least not for my first one.

“Soph?” she asked as my mind went off on a bunch of tangents.

“Yeah, okay.” Impulsively I licked my lips and looked into her eyes. She was gorgeous. She was so gorgeous, and she was going to be my first kiss as a lesbian. How had I gotten so lucky?

“Are you ready?” she asked.

“Uh huh,” I said, and started to lean in.

“Wait,” she said, and I froze.

Reid tucked some hair behind my ear and stroked my cheek. “Just thought we should take a second.”

“Of course. Should I do something?” Kissing had never made me this freaked out before. Kissing guys had always just kind of happened and I’d expected it. When those kisses didn’t send me over the moon, I kind of forgot about them.

Kissing Reid wasn’t like that. Kissing Reid was monumental, at least for me.

Trying to find some sort of natural instinct, I put my hands on her shoulders, like we were slow dancing or something.

Her T-shirt was so soft from being washed so many times.

“Ready?” Reid asked me.

I nodded and kept my eyes open as she leaned closer. I should probably be leaning too, but suddenly I couldn’t move.

The world stopped spinning as Reid’s lips touched mine.

Ohhhhhhh my god. Oh. My. God.

Her mouth was warm and firm and nothing like those other kisses I’d had.

If I hadn’t known I was a lesbian before this kiss, I did now.

Very gently Reid kept pressing her closed mouth to mine. Somehow, I was able to get myself to move. To kiss her back. To angle my face so I could get closer to her. To clutch her shoulders in desperation because holy fuck, this was it.

One of us let loose a moan (Her? Me? Both of us?) and then she opened her mouth and took complete control of the kiss as if she’d asked and I’d said yes without even having a conversation about it. She’d just known what to do.

Reid kissed me deeply and slowly, as if she wanted to savor every single moment. My mind was a complete blank. No anxious thoughts or worries or fears. Only her. Only this.