Laarni laughed, and Carrie felt goose bumps crawl all over her. The laughter sounded magical, seductive even. Carrie didn’t know how, but she knew she had to move away from Laarni and the confines of the couch before she would lose her head and do something she knew she’ll regret later on.
“Oh, Carrie!” Laarni exclaimed. “What is wrong with you? You’re all red and tense all over. You didn’t think I’d bite your head off, did you?” She laughed again.
“It’s not that,” Carrie said hurriedly. “It’s just that I didn’t want you to think I’m a ninny or something, drifting off like that.” She lowered her head slightly. “I’m like that, you see.”
Laarni snorted, and Carrie couldn’t believe a simple snort could sound so sexy. Everything Laarni does is sexy, Carrie thought. She wondered where the other girl got that trait. It couldn’t be from her mother. Mrs. Cannon reeked of kindness, yes, but she also reeked of formality and seriousness. Sexy wasn’t something one associated with Mrs. Cannon. Carrie decided Laarni must have gotten her sensuality from her dad.
“Relax, would you?” Laarni said. “I’m not going to bite your head off or tell Mom if you did something funny.” She paused. “I’m bored. I want to do something fun. I just got up from a deep sleep, and it would be nice to hit the sack again, but my golly.” She yawned and gave a long stretch. Her shirt hitched up to her thigh, and Carrie saw a hint of boyleg panties clutching a creamy toned thigh.
Laarni saw Carrie looking, and she laughed again. “Oh, Carrie,” she said. “I think you have something in mind. Care to wipe this boredom and sleepiness off me?” She placed an arm around Carrie’s shoulder and yawned again. “God, I am so bored. But maybe you can do something about that.”
Carrie stiffened. She had to admit Laarni aroused her in a way she never thought possible. But she was also uncomfortable, and it was this discomfort that told her to get the hell out of there right away before something happened. That something, whatever it was, could put a halt on her babysitting career with Mrs. Cannon and Robert, a babysitting career that paid three times more than her other stints.
Carrie had sworn to never let go of Mrs. Cannon as her client; as long as Mrs. Cannon needed her, Carrie would gladly oblige. She had thought everything would be smooth sailing the second she put the phone down after talking to Mrs. Cannon. What she didn’t expect was this sudden beautiful interference that was Laarni Cannon. A beautiful interference, yes, but an interference still.
Laarni was still looking at her. Her pale blue eyes had taken on a different glint. Carrie realized Laarni’s eyes were twinkling, and it was that twinkle that set the motion for her. Whatever happened, Carrie no longer cared. She wanted Laarni in her arms, that was what was clear now. She knew she was straight, knew Laarni was straight too. But life sometimes throws you a lemon, and a rare lemon at that. Carrie knew whatever her decision, the moment would never happen again. It was a thought she couldn’t stand. It was the thought that sent her plunging into the murky depths that was all Laarni Cannon.
“Laarni,” Carrie said hoarsely.
Laarni didn’t respond and simply kept looking at Carrie. Carrie was suddenly filled with the thought that Laarni was merely toying around with her, that she really didn’t mean to give of those so-called hints that had sent Carrie almost dizzy with longing and arousal.
“Is that it?” Laarni finally said. “Have you made up your mind?”
Carrie nodded, too filled with emotion to speak.
“I swear I’ll never tell my mom” were Laarni’s last words before she leaned forward and planted her cherry-red lips on Carrie’s.
The kiss took Carrie by surprise even though she had anticipated and known it would happen. Carrie had never kissed a girl before, and the almost alien feeling blew her away. Laarni’s lips were nothing like any boy’s she had kissed before. Her lips were soft, supple, and plump. They were tender, yet they hinted of strength and savagery too, something that Carrie felt like finding out.
So she kissed Laarni back. The intense response surprised Laarni, but she quickly recovered and matched the strength and intensity of Carrie’s kiss with her own. Carrie began to gently suck on Laarni’s lower lip. Laarni moaned, and the sound lit fire to Carrie’s already burning arousal.
Carrie had expected Laarni to take the lead for whatever was supposed to happen, but things didn’t play out that way. It was Carrie who was calling the shots, a thing that was made evident when Carrie gently pushed Laarni back on the couch. Laarni didn’t resist. With her lips still on Carrie’s, she relaxed and allowed herself to be pushed back on the purple couch.