[center][b]In Which Kissing is Weird[/b][/center] [center]By Kaydrien Iceclaw[/center] Kasha adjusted her position on the couch. It didn’t help much. The piece had never been a particularly good couch and wear had made the cushions lumpy and uneven; It kept your butt off the ground and that was about it. Really she should get around to replacing some of the furniture in her apartment now that her income was steady, but it kept slipping her mind. She’d just got used to how worn everything she had was. And so, apparently, had her circle of friends. They hadn’t said anything about it in ages. Only two of those friends were here at the moment. Girls’ night this week had been deflated somewhat when Christine and Rita had to cancel in quick succession. Kasha, along with Lily and Beth, had decided only by a thin margin to keep things going despite the simultaneous loss of the two most outgoing members of their little group. Deprived of the usual impetus to go out and do something energetic and with no solid plans, the night had settled into the form of a collective binge-watch with wine and pizza. Good enough as such things went. Kasha was just wondering whether to call things done for the night or finish off the bottle of sherry (either herself or by encouraging a team effort) and see how long the fumes kept the evening going, when Lily derailed her train of thought. “I don’t get that.” “Say what now?” Kasha turned her head, looking at the slim feline. Lily was probably the best looking out of their little friend group in Kasha’s opinion, a quality of which she was occasionally jealous. She just had that slender, elegant cat [i]thing[/i] going and naturally short, patterned fur that worked with it. You could put Lily in a Little Black Dress™ and slip her right into one of those old spy movies as the female lead. She had the gall to go around in a tank top and sweat pants and still make it work. That made Kasha feel just plain skinny by comparison. Lily pointed at the television, where a handsome bull was locked in passionate embrace with a smartly dressed vixen. Reflecting back, Kasha had kind of lost track of the plot in her mildly lubricated state, but it did seem as though the fox had been seeing that muscular wolf about an episode ago. “I dunno. I haven’t been playing that close attention.” “She broke up with Fernandez just a little bit ago.” Beth offered quietly. Beth did everything quietly. She tended to make herself even smaller than she already was (being a mouse and all). The room’s lighting glared off her bulky glasses where they were nestled under her murine bangs. “So now she’s rebounding on him, I think.” Lily waved away the mouse’s diffident explanation. “Not that, I mean like…. Kissing.” “Like…” Kasha reassembled the last few moment’s conversation. “You don’t get kissing?” “Yeah.” Lily’s wineglass rose to her mouth and she took a sip, waving at the screen again. “It’s just kinda weird, isn’t it?” “I don’t get what you mean.” “Kissing. It’s weird.” “Umm….” Kasha turned her head back toward the screen, where the actors were still making out. She wasn’t really sure what to say to that. “It’s romantic.” Beth said. The mouse sounded uncertain, though whether of her own statement or what Lily was getting at was hard to say. “Well, it’s [i]supposed[/i] to be. Everyone thinks it is. But like. Pushing mouths together and drooling on each other. Isn’t that weird?” Maybe sobriety would have provided an edge in constructing a counterargument, but what Lily was saying was lodged in her head at such an odd angle she was conscious that she had never even thought about it before. People kissed. It was just a thing. “I… Um. Huh.” “You’re putting your mouth taste-muscle… thing…” The feline battled her own case of moderate inebriation. “Up against someone else’s, and between their teeth, and like…” Beth made what seemed a cogent interjection. “What about just a peck on the lips?” “Nah that’s-“ Lily shrugged, in emphasis rather than equivocation. “That’s just nuzzling. Something like that. That makes sense. I mean with tongue. Think about it.” They thought about it. On screen the action had moved on, to some argument between three other people who hadn’t been relevant for several hours. “There’s this one wriggly pink thing in your mouth and you put it in someone else’s while they put theirs in yours.” Lily continued after a moment. “And that’s normal for some reason. How’d that happen?” “I don’t know.” Kasha had to admit. She reached up and rubbed at her head as if that might make it work better, continuing the motion up her delicate little horns just to check that they hadn’t fallen off or something. “I guess that is pretty weird.” “Super weird. Gross, even. It’s not like your mouth is even an erog- erogeno-” The cat’s tongue stumbled over the word. “Fuck it, it’s not a sexy body part, y’know? It’s not like you’re licking someone’s fun bits. It’d have to be, like, some kind of pervert kinky shit-“ Kasha found herself giggling at the frank strangeness of this combination of words. Lily, on a groove now, steamrolled right past the gazelle’s merriment. “-for that to work out. So how is kissing a thing that everyone just does. In public. And this is ok and not a public indecency charge?” “So you can’t say ‘erogenous’ but you can handle ‘public indecency’ just fine?” Kasha kept laughing right despite the throw pillow hitting her in the face. “Shut up, I’m drunk, and erog- it’s a hard word!” The sternness of Lily’s expression only lasted for a few seconds before she joined her friends in the helpless giggle fit for a while. “For real though.” Kasha used the words to force aside more giggling. “You’re right, when you put it like that, licking the inside of someone’s mouth sounds like the freakiest fetish thing.” “I know!” Lily exclaimed, tone dripping vindication. “It sounds like- no, it [i]is[/i] some crazy deviant sex thing, gotta be, but-“ She helplessly flung both hands out at the TV where the bull and vixen- whatever their names were, Kasha’s soggy neurons honestly couldn’t dredge them up right now- were once again enthusiastically sucking face with each other. Both women dissolved into incoherent cackling again. “It’s not that bad!” Kasha finally managed. “Really, it’s not!” “Oh yeah?” Before she knew it Lily had leaned over, half-collapsing in her direction, wrapping arms around her and pressing face to face. There was tongue. [i]Okay, wow.[/i] Lily’s tongue, designed rough by nature for carnivorous utility, was not all that bad rasping over Kasha’s blunt teeth. But now that it was there- Huh, Lily was putting her tongue in Kasha’s mouth, whaaaat- Flicking past her tongue. Tasted like alcohol, of course. And like… something else, in there. Like Lily, Kasha supposed. What with actually thinking about it…. [i]Yeah this is pretty weird. Objectively.[/i] She thrust her own tongue back along Lily’s experimentally, to see if that would change things. The pink tip bounced against the feline’s lip before the other woman caught on, opened a little wider to let it in. Kasha paused at a sharp sensation, twitched back the tiniest amount, and realized that those were the points of Lily’s canine teeth. Sharper than hers, but that made sense. She delved back in over them, testing them. Not as sharp as reflex had cautioned but those could definitely do some damage if the girl chose to bite down. A little further delving found Lily’s back teeth more pointed than the gazelles rectangular molars as well. [i]I think I get why she doesn’t like salads. These would be hard to chew with.[/i] Kasha found her way up from there, found the roof of her friend’s mouth was different as well- it was a ribbed surface, all these little horizontal furrows. She’d never be able to focus if the inside of her mouth was shaped like that. Super distracting, Kasha would be licking the funky texture all the time. What on earth was it like that for? The only thing that came to mind was the phrase ‘ribbed for his pleasure’. Yeah, she could imagine that being a plus for a guy getting a blowjob, probably. This more directly sexual thought reminded her that there was more contact going on than just at the mouth region. That part, with the breasts and the legs and arms and such, was kinda nice. Maybe nicer than the kiss, now that their conversation had got her (over)thinking the tongue-on-tongue-on-teeth-on-tonsils action. Lily was nice and warm. Another thing that occurred to her was that she was running low on air. Unhurriedly Kesha separated all her mouth-related anatomy from all of Lisa’s mouth-related anatomy, breathing a little heavily. “See?” The cat asked with a triumphant smile. “Totally weird and gross.” “…Yeah….” Kasha said, evaluating with the slowness required of complex thought mired in ethanol. “…I don’t know if it was [i]bad[/i] gross…” “Oh, like there’s such a thing as good gross.” Lily scoffed. “But… ‘kay, it’s not horrible. Just don’t see why people are so into it. There’s better things. Like…” With a sinuous motion against her the cat ground her hips against Kasha, shamelessly rubbing her crotch on the gazelle. The lewd motion carried on for only a moment before it stopped suddenly. “Hang on a sec. I thought of something ” Lily rested her weight against the other woman while she reached down to Kasha’s waist, fumbling with the jeans there. Once Kasha figured out what she was trying to do, she did her best to help. It seemed the thing to do. The clumsy process involved a lot of their bodies rubbing against each other, and took a lot longer than the subsequent doffing of Lily’s sweat pants or removing the panties underneath. After that it took a second for Lily to situate herself as she wanted, wedging her leg under one of Kasha’s and absently shoving the other woman down on her back against the couch armrest. Kasha took this in stride, warm and dizzy and wondering what Lily was on about now. With a last shove, the cat brought their muffs up against each other. A bit of a rough slam, really, but who cared right now. “See, this-“ Lily declared. “This is a kiss, cause of the lips, right? But it makes sooooo much more sense.” To underline her point she pushed forward, rubbing her damp pussy against that of the gazelle under her. Labia rubbed pleasantly against labia, more or less on target. The nub of Lily’s clit stood out, a lone little point of firmer pressure in what was otherwise a very messy and indistinct mash of squishiness. Kasha didn’t think she could argue with Lily’s logic. She pressed back, cocking her hips to bring her own clit into line. A throaty sigh escaped her as the sensitive button caught on the cat’s folds in a most agreeable way. “It’s actually sexy because sexy parts are touching.” The cat continued, somewhat indistinctly and almost as much to empty air as to the friend she was ostensibly convincing. In part she was clearly distracted by continuing their genital ‘kiss’. “I guess people could rub boobs on each other too- Oh, that’s like, a hug. Hugs get a pass.” Kasha’s braincells almost untangled enough to make something of the first sentence, but only almost. The realization of ‘Oh we’re having sex’ was delayed, however, by the littlest of stifled squeaks from behind her. Both bottomless females stopped, cunnies still in intimate contact, looked in the direction of the noise. As occasionally happened, they had completely forgotten Beth was in the room with them. Right there, in the reclining chair off to the side. (Beth was easy to forget like that. Beth, if anything, seemed to prefer it that way as often as not.) The mouse, now remembered, had most definitely not had the chance to forget them. Beth’s turtleneck was wrinkled at the front, the hem held up a few inches by her right arm where it extended down into the front of her pants. Somewhat northward of that Beth’s face was flushed so heavily that it was visible through her facial fur. “I think Beth should get a kiss too.” Lily said this as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. Beth squeaked again, this time in startlement. Eyes widened explosively, the effect magnified by the lenses of her spectacles to comic proportions. “Right between the legs.” Lily added. “None of the mouth to mouth stuff.” She firmly helped the shaky gazelle under her to the ground and in Beth’s direction. An awkward maneuver, but it did put Kasha’s chin on Beth’s knee. And from that point it seemed reasonable to continue in that direction. She applied a little all-fours forward motion to the idea and nuzzled at the crotch of their shy friend’s jeans. Frozen in surprise as the murine was, her hand was still where it had been situated when Beth had accidentally wrung the betraying noise from herself. As such Kasha’s snoot bumped the hand through that denim. Kinetic energy transferred. Mouse fingers were pressed a little further into mouse snatch. Beth groaned cutely, looking down at the gazelle crawling down between her legs. Evidently deciding that she might as well cut out the middlehand, Beth pulled her arm back and pulled down on her waistband. Kasha’s nuzzling didn’t make it any easier, but the pants did descend, along with the panties under them, at least as far as mid-thigh. Far enough. The gazelle’s dainty square chin rose over and dove in, Kasha planting her lips in a smooch against their somewhat more intimate murine counterparts, and opened to let her tongue at the thoroughly messy mouse cooch. No teeth to worry about here! But perhaps just a little ribbing…? Kasha’s tongue reached further to investigate. The pants stayed where they were, pressed against the curve of Kasha’s throat. “Don’t mind me.” Lily said unnecessarily. Unheeded, and somewhat wobbly, the feline scooched her rear off the couch and down to the ground, lowered herself down between Kasha’s legs. She planted her tongue right into the gazelle’s flower without hesitation, pushing in all the way to the root at once as if pouncing on prey. Kasha grunted into Beth’s vaginal entrance at the sudden rasp of that harsh tongue on her insides. Inside her the impulse to push back against Lily’s mouth and the one to push her face harder against Beth’s muff clashed and canceled out. She stayed where she was and moved up a bit to nibble on mouse clit as a compromise The shy mouse came first and hard from those gentle teeth. Beth squirted hard into Kasha’s mouth, a hefty helping of her juice spilling over Kasha’s jaw and onto the chair cushion. Kasha hurried to close her mouth over the spraying cleft to catch before any more could stain the chair. (It wasn’t a great chair, but it was still her least-worn piece of furniture, dammit.) Through this Kasha had, almost, not been paying attention to what was happening at her own nethers. Nonetheless, Lily had been working her magic. When her own orgasm came a moment later it was almost a surprise, and it sent her cooch rippling around the elegant feline’s raspy taster while she panted and gasped against Beth’s flower. The puffs of air were juuuuuust enough to set off an aftershock in the mousy fem-hole, which gushed once more and thoroughly wasted Kasha’s earlier efforts to catch anything. With her own climax ongoing, stretched out by Lily’s continued ministrations, she couldn’t spare the effort to do anything but watch the belated splash over her nose and the tired cushion. Once that finally ended, Lily’s tongue proved even more of a shock pulling out than it had been going in. The front rasped along oversensitive pussy lips, made Kasha’s hips jerk in no particular direction. Lily got to her feet behind her, warm presence brushing over her side. The cat nudged past her elbow, spreading her legs to straddle Beth’s legs, planted her hips against the rodent’s. Kasha had an excellent close-up view of the repeat performance of the pussy’s-pussy-to-pussy kiss. Lily jousted her clit against Beth’s with more enthusiasm than accuracy, leaking her cunny honey onto the bridge of the gazelle’s nose. Sitting there, shaky, drunk, between two pairs of legs, with sodden upholstery under her chin and a kitty tail laying between her horns, she felt the embers of arousal flare back to hesitant life between her legs. And raised her head to see if cat pussy tasted different from mouse. [center]***[/center] The light stabbing through her eyelids was almost enough to keep her from immediately noticing the warmth of other bodies pressed against hers. Almost. Kasha groaned, levering her eyes a fraction open by willpower alone. They were on the floor, all three of them. Beth was sandwiched between the larger women, her pointed face buried in Kasha’s cleavage. Opposite Kasha, Lily had her arm draped over both of them. Her gold and black fur was obnoxiously bright in the sun beaming in through the window, which had risen far enough to fall directly on the trio over the couch they lay at the foot of. The TV was still on, blindly oblivious query of “Are you still watching?” displayed across it. “Morning.” Lily said it in a murr-y whisper that didn’t aggravate Kasha’s slight hangover more than a little, thank god. “Good morning.” The gazelle said, cautiously. “What… Oh god. We had a drunk lesbian orgy.” “I don’t think it counts as an orgy with just three people.” Lily replied, entirely too comfortable. “That’s why it’s called a ‘threesome’.” “It’s too early for this. Fine, we had a drunk lesbian [i]threesome,[/i] then.” “Yep.” Lily seemed to think that was enough, and Kasha couldn’t imagine what she ought to say to her friend after having the aforementioned drunk lesbian threesome, so they continued to lay there in silence for a while. “I didn’t know you swung that way.” Lily observed lightly. “…Neither did I.” Kasha admitted. “But it seems like I do. I didn’t know [i]you[/i] swung that way.” “It never came up.” “…This is going to be awkward as hell once I’m awake enough to feel mortified, isn’t it.” “Probably. Speaking of.” The feline pulled back the arm draping over the other two, and used it to prod Beth in the ribs. “Hey, squeaky. I can tell you’re awake.” Beth went stiff, murmured something indistinct into Kasha’s ribcage. Kasha and Lily shared a look. “Maybe she’s embarrassed about having her head in your boobs.” Lily smirked. If that hadn’t been on Beth’s mind before, the pained squeak she let out told them loud and clear that it sure was [i]now[/i]. “I, ah, I really don’t mind.” Kasha said. “It would be kind of silly after… you know.” Beth timidly peeked up at her from between her mounds. “Sorry.” “I don’t think there’s anything for you to apologize for.” “Of course not.” Lily interjected. “Kasha’s got the best boobs of the three of us. It’d be a crime if you weren’t enjoying them.” Kasha quirked an eyelid at the cat. Finding no trace of sarcasm mixed into the wry humor on Lily’s face… sparked a little warmth in her chest. If the lovely specimen of feline femininity meant it, maybe she could afford to be a little more confident. With some reluctance Kasha pulled away from the others. “I need coffee. Do you want any, Beth?” “Yes, please.” The gazelle strode over to her kitchen. The weight of the gazes resting on her backside, one lazy and one hesitantly interested, could have been her imagination. But wasn’t. She slipped a filter and grounds into the coffee machine, hit the on switch, and yawned. Then winced. “God, my mouth tastes like ass.” “I’m pretty sure I remember having your tongue [i]in[/i] my ass, so that makes sense.” Lily had followed Kasha into the kitchen. A sharp choked-off squeak of a giggle told of Beth not far behind. “Definitely convinced me there’s such a thing as good gross, by the way.” “Uuuugh.” “Don’t be such a pussy. I’m sure your death liquor killed any germs.” “I didn’t know it was that strong.” “Good thing it was, that was fun.” Beth, having paused to put her clothes back on, scurried past both of the larger furs and ensconced herself at the far end of the kitchen table. Once again with cheeks and ears lit up like Rudolph’s nose, not that that was any surprise. Once again gazelle and cat shared a look, silently agreeing that however much they had surprised each other, they would never in a million years credited the quiet little mouse with some of the fragments they remembered of last night, from when things had really got rolling. Saying so would almost certainly cause Beth to spontaneously combust, though. “So… what now?” Kasha asked. Another thought flashed across her mind. “Oh f-…. What do we tell Christine and Rita?” “Nothing, if we don’t want.” Lily snatched the rapidly filling coffee pot, poured herself the first half-mug and took a deep sip. (None of the others ever knew how she avoided burning herself with such stunts, but she did.) “Or we always could invite them to join next time.” Both other women stared at her. They didn’t need to ask with words, the question was obvious. “What, you think that was a one-time thing?” This time it was Kasha and Beth who shared a Look. “Well, maybe not.” Kasha spoke for both of them, allowing the possibility but not quite wanting to commit to the idea just yet. Or, to be more precise, she wanted a little more time before she conceded how it seemed a happy inevitability. “But… Christine?” Lily’s brow scrunched thoughtfully. “…Okay, probably not Christine. I figure she’s exclusively into cock. But you can’t tell me getting wedged between Rita’s thighs doesn’t sound like a good time.” While [i]that[/i] provocative thought finished percolating through their heads- Rita was a hippo with curves, and those thighs certainly would be pretty soft- Lily finished her coffee and glanced up at the clock hanging above the microwave. “I gotta get going, there’s a shift I need to be ready for. You girls take care of yourselves.” In the wake of Lily’s departure, Kasha rubbed her head in hopes it would help her think. Then gave it up as a failure, and pulled the full coffee pot free to set it on the table. “You doing okay?” “Yeah.” Beth breathed. Eagerly she poured herself a cup of the black ambrosia, inhaling the steam. “Just… processing.” “Same.” Kasha patted her friend on the shoulder. “You know, you’re pretty cute without the glasses. I was gonna say, earlier.” [i]Sans glasses, between my breasts.[/i] “Yeah, but I can’t see shit.” Kasha snorted, feeling a little more real. “Maybe you should look into contacts. Want to stay for breakfast?” They had finished eating by the time Kasha realized she was still naked, and that Beth had been ogling her the whole time. But that didn’t seem so bad. [center]The End[/center]