“I could feel her rage burning into me.” Brooke bit her bottom lip. She had not wanted to mess their first kiss up like this.“I’m sorry for bolting. I just… fuck. That’s literally what got me kicked out of my family.”
Anna stepped into Brooke’s space then (finally), and leaned her head on Brooke's shoulder.“I’m sorry, Brooke. I shouldn’t have”—
—“No, Anna, wait. I’m not upset that we kissed.” That was the last thing Brooke wanted her to think. This wasn’t the time or the place to get into it, but Brooke did not want Anna to leave this club thinking that kisses weren’t welcome. She sighed, long and heavy.“I’m sorry I let her get into my head like that.”
Anna shook her head, clearing Brooke’s mind of any doubt. They stood in silence for a while with Anna’s head resting on Brooke's shoulder.
Brooke felt Anna lean back, standing up straight.“So if we were… maybe to kiss again at some point?” Anna asked, daring to look up into Brooke's eyes.
Brooke's gaze dropped to Anna’s lips.“I would just simply request that it wasn’t in front of my mother.”
A small smile rounded the corners of Anna’s lips.“So like, right now for instance? We could maybe try that again?”
Brooke felt herself nod without saying anything. She knew it was coming this time, but it didn’t make the kiss any less life altering. Anna’s lips were so soft and full. She was just about to deepen it when they were interrupted.
“Um, B? Anna?”
They broke apart immediately, both turning to face whoever had interrupted them. Thankfully it was Mel’s friend, Jasmine. She seemed incredibly kind. Brooke tried to discreetly wipe her bottom lip with the pad of her thumb. She wondered if Anna’s red lipstick was smeared all over her lips. She was oddly surprised at herself for admittedly hoping that it was.
“Um, sorry to interrupt,” Jasmine continued.“Mel asked if I would come check on you. Everyone is pretty ready to move on to location number three.”
“Oh, sure. Of course,” Brooke said. Her eyes flashed back to Anna. Brooke blushed immediately. Anna was staring at her with a look that screamed that she’d rather the two of them stay here in the back corner of the smoking area of the night club.“Is that okay, Darling?” She asked, genuinely curious as to how Anna would answer.
Anna licked her lips. Her eyes swooped back to Brooke's mouth and hovered there for a bit before she nodded.“Yeah, of course. Whatever the group wants to do. We’re just happy to tag along.”
Brooke’s jaw dropped. A passion party? Seriously? She wasn’t sure what was worse, being at a passion party at all, being there with the woman she had completely fallen for whom she had just kissed—twice, or her mother being at the passion party with them. The combination was about enough to send her to an early grave. Anna looked positively delighted.“I’ve always wanted to go to one of these,” Anna whispered, leaning in so close her nose brushed against Brooke's jaw.
Brooke inhaled shakily. She had never had the same opinion, but Anna this close to her was intoxicating. Since their second kiss, Brooke no longer had a bubble. She and Anna had a bubble. Anna had all but sat in her lap on the ride from the club to the bar where the passion party had been set up. Anna had respected the no kissing in front of Brooke’s mother boundary that Brooke had set, but every touch felt different now. It felt real. Holding Anna’s hand, the way that Anna pressed her leg into Brooke's, knowing that they both wanted to kiss each other, had super charged every touch.
“Everyone, my name is Kallie and I’m your passion party host.” The woman at the front of the room began.“But first, does everyone have a drink?” The question broke Brooke out of her train of thought and caused her stomach to swoop all over again.
There was a round of awkward chuckles, but the girls all lifted their glasses and cheers to that. The woman started by displaying and demonstrating basic vibrators and pocket sized bullets. She even pulled out a starter BDSM kit. Brooke chugged her wine glass. She couldn’t remember the last time her ears felt so hot. She was of the opinion that the only thing a person should buy online were exactly the types of things that were being passed around the group at this very moment.
“Your mom looks positively mortified right now,” Anna whispered, with a stifled giggle.
Her breath tickled the shell of Brooke's ear. Brooke dared a glance to her left to the opposite side of the room and snorted out a laugh.
Anna nudged her with her knee and pushed her wine glass in between them, shooting Brooke a kind wink. She seemed to have relaxed back into her usual energetic but collected self. It was Brooke who was still on edge.
It took a few glasses of wine and a few rounds of lube and gag gifts, but the more they drank and the more ridiculous the toy that the host, Kallie, paraded around the room, the less stressful the ordeal became. Brooke full body laughed as Anna reached across her playfully to activate the fifth vibrator to be passed their way that night.
“Do you own one?” Anna asked, quietly enough that no one else could hear.
Brooke blushed redder than the wine they had been drinking. Her eyes scanned the room, making sure no one, especially not her mother, could hear them. She took another sip from their shared glass and nodded, yes. Anna grinned conspiratorially and took the glass from her hand, letting their fingertips brush as the wine exchanged hands.
“I own one just like this,” Anna said, taking the toy from Brooke’s hands.
Brooke stopped breathing. Knowing that incredibly personal fact about Anna was more than she had ever expected to know.
Anna passed the toy easily to Jasmine and turned her attention back to Brooke.“Ten out of ten.”
“Noted,” Brooke managed, wishing it wouldn’t be obvious for her to take the glass of wine they were sharing back.
“Are you going to buy anything?” Anna asked, letting her foot slot against Brooke's ankle.
Brooke cleared her throat and shifted uncomfortably in her seat. Her eyes again flashed towards her mother. She knew she could feel a burning sensation. Her mother was glaring at them. Brooke quickly took in their posture, Anna was completely turned towards her, her foot wrapped around Brooke's ankle; they were sharing a glass of wine, one they had refilled several times, not bothering to refill Brooke's original glass, just sticking to passing the one back and forth. Anna was completely leaned into Brooke’s space, whispering in her ear. Brooke herself had spent most of the night blushing and whispering back, letting her guard down, relaxing slowly into Anna’s space. She had seen them kiss.
Brooke straightened immediately. Suddenly uncomfortable and overwhelmed again.
