Insomniac Party

7 Smiles 7

Lips laughs as he takes my hand. I let him, and enjoy the feeling of being wanted. It's been a week since Blink broke up with me. I've been so broken. "You're so great," I smile at him, leaning in just a little. He leans in too and we kiss. Light and sweet, not the passion that Blink and I used to have.
"Well, I should go home now," I say. I'm curious as to what his reaction will be to this light affection and then sudden departure.
He looks a little confused; almost slightly hurt. "Alright," he replies. He keeps his hand in mine and walks me to the car.
I reach for the door, but pause just before I touch the handle. I give him a flirty smile as I turn around, "aren't you gonna kiss me goodbye?" I ask.
He grins and his face meets mine. This time, I don't let it end at short and sweet. I become Blink. My lips and tongue awaken and know what they are doing. I'm an old pupil teaching a new student the teacher's ways. I don't know how long we kiss, but it must be a good solid while. My back ends up against the car. Lips has his hand in my hair.
We finally pull away, but my glance slips as Lips stares into my eyes. Behind him I see Blink looking dejected and angry.
I'm suddenly ridden with guilt. It should've been him. I should be there kissing him. But I'm not. I'm with Lips, who I'm not even sure I want. I'm with Lips because it hides the pain of missing Blink. It puts me back to where I was, but it's not where I'm supposed to be. I say good bye to Lips in a daze and get inside my car. I drive home and head to my room.
I lie on my bed feeling...nothing? No, it's everything at once. So much that it devours me as I wish the darkness would. It doesn't, so I lie there awake instead.
The next day Frosty came over. We hadn't talked in a while. The last things that were said was that we make each other feel worse about ourselves. We talked about what's been going on in our lives, mainly relationship wise.
After a while we crawled into bed. I reached over and tried to unsnap her bra. It wasn't working, so I reached my hand up her shirt to get it. She threw it off. She normally doesn't sleep with one on anyway. We fell asleep lying pretty close.
I wake up when I feel something around me move. Frosty's leg has wrapped itself around me in her sleep. I roll over and and press my neck over her face. She starts to kiss it. I slide my hand under the front of her shirt and start rubbing her stomach. She stops kissing me and nestles her head on my shoulder. I lean over her and start sucking on her neck. I bring my hand up and run it through her hair. She pulls through and begins kissing me again. I rub her stomach as she does. We go back and forth and then just stop, falling back asleep again.
Why did we do that? We aren't bisexual. I've got Lips. She's got Hats or Captain or whoever he is. But the act, feeling, is so nice.