Free Kissed By Moonlight by Lucy Lambert Page A

awful, promising certainty.
    I made it about halfway down the block from his residence when I turned back. Dumb and Dumber were gone, probably back to one of their aforementioned frat parties.
    The look of hurt on Jenn’s face refused to leave my mind, and my body chose this moment to remember that sweet, soft kiss we’d just shared. It made my body tingle, the heat within warding off some of the chilly evening air.
    Back in my building, my room would be cold and lonely.
    So walked back over to Jenn’s building, the soles of my shoes clicking, sending echoes off into the darkness. Inside, I could see the pale, ghostly light from the fluorescent bulbs illuminating the foyer. It was quiet in there, too.
    My fingers started to shake, but I still managed to bring up Jenn’s contact info and call her.
    “What?” she said, the anger in her voice clear.
    “Can I come up? I’m at the front door, now,” I said. When she didn’t answer, I continued, “I… I don’t want to be alone tonight, you know?”
    Jenn’s silence stretched to infinity, and then the line went dead. That hurt and frustrated me at the same time. I touched my hand against the cold metal of the doorframe for a moment, then turned around to go.
    “ Steph? Wait. I’m sorry. Come up, please,” Jenn said, holding the door open for me.
    Her hall was quiet, and I figured everyone must be out at parties or studying or gone home. But her room was warm. She’d taken out the compact fluorescent bulbs and replaced them with incandescent ones, their orange glow lending more heat to the space.
    Jenn tossed her leather jacket over her chair and then sat on her bed. The skin on her arms looked so soft and smooth. I shivered then, my body prickling with gooseflesh.
    “What? What is it?” she said.
    Again, my heart started slamming in my chest. The room felt too hot, then. Boiling, even. I shrugged out of my jacket and let it fall to the floor by my feet.
    “I don’t know how to say it,” I said, my eyes trying to find anywhere in the room to focus on but Jenn. If I looked at her, I’d lose all control. I shifted on my feet, uncomfortable in my own skin. I’d never felt this way for another woman, before. It terrified and excited me.
    As though she could sense what I thought, Jenn stood and took my hands. Her fingers were soft and dry, and the glossy black nail polish she had on glittered.
    “Then don’t say anything. You don’t need to say anything,” she said.
    Her thumbs lightly massaged my hands, urging my eyes to her. When I looked at her, my mouth went dry. She leaned in for another kiss, and I could feel the heat coming from her, smell the sweetness of her breath. I shied back, just for a moment. She stopped.
    When I could resist those lips no longer, I closed the distance myself. Just like before, her lips were soft and hot against mine.
    Except now there was no one around to mock us, to call our feelings into question.
    Our kiss turned insistent, her tongue pushing through into my mouth. Her arms wrapped around me, pulling me closer. Our hips touched, and our breasts. My body responded with a tingling heat. My hands gained a mind of their own and began exploring her body.
    Her fingers began a similar journey, working their way up the back of my shirt. I pulled back and gasped when she unclasped my bra.
    “Don’t you want this?” she said.
    Her shoulders heaved, and a flush of desire added some color to her skin.
    “Yes,” I said.
    Smiling, biting her bottom lip for a moment, she grabbed my hands again. Instead of pulling me close, she threw me on her bed. Then she was on me.
    My hands found her bottom, squeezing the firm flesh there even as we kissed again. Her lips made their way down to my neck. My body squirmed beneath hers. I couldn’t believe how much I needed her to touch me, to be with me. I couldn’t believe the heat inside me, and the tingle low in my stomach.
    She was even more eager than I was. Her hands shaking, she tore off my