Chapter 2 Secret Kisses

"Okay, let's play!" Elle grins. "I'll go first."

Elle gives Kyrie a long, soft kiss on the tip of her nose. Kyrie laughs and gives Elle an innocent peck on the cheek. Elle taps her chin thoughtfully, then gives Kyrie a decadent kiss on the chin, inhaling deeply before she pulls away with a wink. Kyrie hesitantly purses her lips, then kisses Elle on the shoulder. Emboldened, Elle sweeps Kyrie off her feet and lays her on her bed. Kyrie giggles as Elle lifts her shirt and plants multiple kisses on her soft, flat tummy. Kyrie kisses Elle's firm, toned abdomen in return. Her eyes are wide and curious behind her crooked glasses. Her face is flushed, and her breaths come quick and short.

"How old are you, Kyrie?" Elle leans over her, examining her delicate body.

Kyrie sits up slightly. "Eight."

"Oh... That's a wonderful age." Elle puts a hand on her thigh and gradually slides it up between her legs.

Kyrie stiffens and clutches Elle's arm. "W-What are you doing?"

"Don't worry," Elle murmurs softly. "This is part of the game. I'm going to make my next kiss better by touching you in a special place."

Kyrie scrunches her nose and pouts. "Huh? I don't get it. That's a weird place to touch me."

"It's fun! Let me show you, princess." Elle lightly brushes the side of Kyrie's face with one hand, and pushes her other hand further up Kyrie's dress until she finds the fold in her panties. She starts gently rubbing, sliding her fingers back and forth along the thin fabric between Kyrie's legs. "See? Isn't this nice?"

"I don't know..." Kyrie squints her eyes shut and shakes her head back and forth. "I feel... um... tingly...?"

"Good. That means it's working." Elle leans down lower and rubs her nose along Kyrie's collarbone and up her neck. She opens her mouth and glides her teeth gently across Kyrie's skin, playfully sweeping here and there with her tongue. Kyrie starts panting, body shaking and eyes shut tight, hips rising slightly off the bed to meet Elle's hand. Elle eventually plants a long, lusty kiss on the side of Kyrie's neck, then pulls her hand away.

Kyrie sits up, embarrassed and red in the face. "Um..." She shifts uncomfortably. "Why is my... why is it getting... wet?"

"Oh, I'll ah..." Elle licks her fingers, eyes fluttering deliriously. "I'll tell you later. It's your turn."

Kyrie thinks for a moment, then takes Elle's hand and gently kisses her fingers.

"You are so good at this game!" Elle whispers with a smile. "Open your mouth."

Kyrie wrinkles her eyebrows, but obeys. Elle gently slips her index and middle finger in and out.

"Mm... yes. What a good special kiss. What a good girl you are, Kyrie. That's why your cunny is so wet! Because you're such a good girl. It gets wet when it feels good. Or when it wants to feel good, or... make me feel good."

Kyrie stares at her nervously until Elle finally removes her fingers from her mouth.

"Um... Can we play... something else? Or draw? This game is weird. I think drawing is more fun."

"No." Elle lifts up Kyrie's dress. "Not until we finish playing."

"Ah!" Kyrie grabs her hands and stiffens up again. "Why are you doing that? This isn't fun, you're scaring me."

"I'm going to give your cunny a special kiss now, Kyrie." Elle yanks her arm out of Kyrie's grasp, pulling up her dress and exposing her cute white panties. Kyrie shrieks in surprise; Elle firmly clamps a hand on Kyrie's mouth. "Quiet! This is a secret, remember? You mustn't wake your mother. Secret Kisses is a scary game, I know. But you've been so brave. That's why we're going to be such good friends. You are a brave little girl, right?"

Kyrie manages to relax enough to give a tiny nod.

Elle removes her hand from Kyrie's mouth and smiles. "Good! Take off your underwear."

Kyrie grabs her panties with both hands and slowly inches them down, then freezes again. "But... But Elle, I... I don't... want to. It's embarrasing."

"Oh..." Elle frowns. "I thought we were going to be friends."

"We are!" Kyrie sits up sharply. "We can be friends! I-I'll be... brave. I'll do it."

Kyrie takes a deep breath, lays back down, and wiggles her skirt and panties down to her ankles, then kicks them off. Elle grins and crawls over Kyrie's small, delicate body. She sinks her head between Kyrie's thighs and pauses to admire her glistening, tight, hairless, pink virgin flower. She inhales deeply, then presses in for a long, soft kiss.

Kyrie whimpers softly and covers her face with her hands as Elle continues giving her rougher, deeper kisses. "O-Okay, you kissed it, you can s-stop now, Elle... Elle?"

Elle grips Kyrie's thighs firmly, tracing up and down her slit with her tongue. Kyrie tries to writhe away from the warm, slimy sensation, but Elle roughly yanks her back. She pushes her tongue inside, swirling, hunting for a taste of Kyrie's sweet cherry.

"Ah!" Kyrie moans loudly and fists the sheets. "What... are you... ah, Elle, it feels... uh... ah..."

Kyrie covers her mouth, confused by the noises she is making, then gasps sharply through her nose when Elle finds her button. She sweeps and swirls across it with her tongue, then gently sucks, then licks again. She alternates faster and faster until Kyrie's breath hitches, her hips jerk and her back arches up off the bed. Body shaking desperately, she tries to pull away, but can't escape Elle's firm grip. Without thinking, she grabs Elle's halo and notices that it's cracked; it's also immovable, and hot.

"Elle!" Kyrie whispers desperately. "I have to... go to the... S-Stop, something weird is... coming...! St-tah... stop, please, stop, I can't... stop it... Elle! Please! I'm..."

Kyrie squeaks into her hand as she cums for the very first time, tears rolling down her cheeks. She squirts fresh flower honey into Elle's mouth in small bursts, making her chuckle triumphantly. Elle laps it all up, gently sucking and kissing until Kyrie's breath slows and she falls limp. Kyrie takes a few deep breaths, then her face scrunches up and she starts crying. Elle gives her well-tended garden a final kiss, then crawls up to embrace her. She cradles her head in her breasts and hums a soothing song until she calms down.

"What was that?" Kyrie sniffles. "It felt... so... much."

"It's called cumming. You came! It felt good, right? That's why I wanted to kiss you there. That's why I didn't stop. You did so well! You're excellent at this game. Have a taste of your nectar, little angel."

Elle gives Kyrie a deep kiss on the mouth, nibbles her lip, then pushes her tongue inside. Kyrie stiffens at the unwelcome intrusion. Elle moans slightly at the taste of Kyrie's soft, small tongue, then reluctantly pulls away. She hungrily observes Kyrie's flushed cheeks and dripping cunny, unable to ignore the discomfort between her own legs any longer.

"Was that..." Kyrie glances off to the side. "My first kiss?"

"Of course not!" Elle giggles. "It doesn't count unless it's with a boy, silly. We're just playing. Now, since I kissed your special place, it's your turn to kiss mine!"