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The fussbudget gasped against her friend's mouth as she pushed her lips harder and further against her own. Lucy van Pelt couldn’t believe what she was experiencing right now. Her friend in Violet Gray was kissing her. And this wasn’t an ordinary peck on the cheek for a thanks, no this was a full-blown make out session as her green dressed friend pushed her lips against hers. Violet felt a warm blush forming on her cheeks, but that didn’t stop her as she wrapped her arms around the raven-haired girl.
“My dad took me to a French play yesterday. It was fine, then he showed me the big scene” Violet told Lucy as the crabby girl replied in a state of confusion, “What was the big scene?”, in which Violet simply said “This” and smashed her lips on Lucy’s, slithering in her tongue into her mouth. Lucy's cheeks immediately broke out like a kitchen fire. Violet picked up the flustered mess of a girl bridal-style, and smirked.
Lucy didn’t want to admit it, but she started to fall in love with Violet. “Why?” She thought in her mind. It was a stupid kiss. A stupid, no-good, soft, comfortable, loving kiss. Lucy felt her thigh being squeezed and fondled with. The girl couldn’t help but moan in pleasure. She blushed, and gave an annoyed but a “I hate you for making me love you” face, while Violet just looked at Lucy and smirked at the girl, before giving her just a soft peck on her lips.