Making Kiara Squirt

AUTHOR'S NOTE AND A WARNING TO READERS: A friends-to-lovers tale, both a little romantic and a tad kinky. Read the rosa-blanca.ru if you so desire. I hope you'll enjoy this story.

It is a work of fiction, and all of the characters in the story are above the age of eighteen.

All of my work - including this one - is copyrighted. © Devinter.

--- MAKING KIARA SQUIRT ---

"It's soooo big," Kiara's eyes practically glowed.

"Told you," Vanessa grinned. "Lick it before it dribbles on your hand, though."

The brunette gave her friend a glaring look. "Obviously." As her tongue ran across the smooth surface, she practically moaned with delight, and Vanessa observed the smaller girl with an impish smile.

"Delicious, right?"

"Mmhmm!" Kiara beamed up at her friend and worked her tongue some more. "One of the best I've ever had."

Vanessa leaned back on the wooden bench, the wind tousling her scarlet locks as she relished in watching her friend - a rare sense of satisfaction washing over her. Kiara seemed to thoroughly enjoy her ice cream cone, and the trip had been worth the small detour. Nevertheless, the inner turmoil was causing her mind to fuzz with an odd sense of anxiety too. Today was the day she was going to tell her - her best friend, Kiara, whom she had known since they were seven - how she truly felt about her. The petite brunette didn't know it, but as far as Vanessa was concerned, they were on a date. One that she had been building up the nerve to follow through with for months.

"How come you're not having one?" Kiara asked between licks, cocking her head curiously. "Since when do you decline an opportunity to stuff yourself silly?"

The redhead sighed wistfully. "I guess.. I feel a bit strange today."

Kiara's face instantly took on a mask of worry, which tugged at the taller woman's heartstrings. "Strange in what way?" she prodded gently. "Not feeling sick or anything, are you?" She brought her free hand to rest on Vanessa's forehead to check her temperature before she even had a chance to respond. Her feather-light touch felt strangely alluring on this particular occasion.

"No.. I'm fine."

"Really? You do seem rather warm. Perhaps we should reschedule and-"

"Kiki, stop." She swallowed hard as her friend pulled back and looked at her inquisitively. "I'm fine. Honest. It's just..." She rubbed the back of her neck and avoided Kiara's eyes, focusing instead on the bright-blue sky above them. The way the sun was peeking through the leaves of the willow tree, illuminating Kiara's already radiant features; casting an almost ethereal glow around her best friend's hair - it made her look like an angel with a golden halo. Vanessa was struck by the urge to just reach out and touch her soft cheeks - cup them in both of her hands - and just stare deep into those luminous eyes, confessing her true feelings. But she couldn't do it. Not there, not then.

"Vanessa?" Kiara interrupted softly, voice tinged with worry. "What is it?"

"I promise I'll tell you later, okay? Double promise." Vanessa tried to sound casual, but in truth, she wasn't sure how well she managed to sell that impression. Therefore, a change of topic seemed in order. "You know, I think you'll be delighted about where we're heading next! It's the cutest little second-hand store, but they also have a large collection of antiques. Come on, finish up your ice cream, then let's go!"

Shopping was an activity many women enjoyed, but few more so than Kiara. Nevertheless, she rarely actually bought anything. To her, it was all about the hunt for a good bargain - or discovering a secret treasure. Something she didn't even know she needed, yet fell in love with once she had it in her hands. If the item was vintage - had a story to it, real or imaginary - even better!

"After you, princess," Vanessa said as she held open the door to Madame Grandeline's second-hand boutique, bowing her head slightly and sweeping her arm outward with exaggerate flourish and flair.

"Why thank you, kind lady" Kiara replied with a fake, haughty accent that was both cute and ridiculous at the same time, and the duo stepped inside of the quaint little store. The air was heavy with the scent of lavender oil, and the store was so packed with knick-knacks and bric-a-brac that Kiara could barely move. Yet there was an odd sort of serenity to the chaos. It felt mysterious, as if the whole store was full of surprises just waiting to be discovered.

As they navigated the cluttered space, Kiara checked out just about everything she could get her little hands on; old music boxes, china dolls, crystal liquor glasses and vintage handbags. Vanessa, meanwhile, checked out Kiara's shapely buttocks, enjoying the way her skirt swayed with the brunette's movements - how it brushed over her firm behind, teasingly and sensually. She followed close behind like a loving shadow, smiling as she observed Kiara in her element. A warm glow of happiness spread through her chest as she took in the adorable sight of her best friend, squealing and cooing over one item after another as she laid eyes on them. "Look at this!" she would exclaim, showing off some unique piece of art or other to Vanessa, before putting it back on the shelf and moving on to the next.

A spectacled lady of considerable age approached them eventually, almost gliding up to them in a velvety black dress that looked far too fancy for a regular mid-morning at work. Her platinum hair had been styled into a poofy updo and she wore enough jewels around her neck to rival royalty. "Welcome to my humble boutique, dearies!" Madame Grandeline gushed. "The prices are negotiable. I want these precious things to find good homes, where they will be appreciated. Let me know what you like." The old lady clasped her hands together enthusiastically and her bracelets jingled together. Once she had said her piece, she didn't hover - she simply flitted off again.

Five minutes later, Kiara found it. A glass figurine, about eight inches tall and depicting a cherubim flower fairy, gloriously translucent and shimmering in every colour imaginable. She turned toward Vanessa with a wistful expression in her honeyed eyes. "It's beautiful, Nessa!" she breathed. Her small hand reached out and caressed the surface of the glass object; delicate fingers tracing over each flower petal, admiring their exquisite details. "I love it."

Vanessa recognized the subtle notes of longing that entered Kiara's voice and knew this was the item she would purchase, no matter the price. "Then I'll buy it for you," Vanessa offered with a smile, unable to resist how cute Kiara was being. At just over five feet on her tippy-toes, the girl stood barely level with her chin - so it felt quite natural for Vanessa to place a kiss on top of her head while holding onto her friend, causing Kiara to glance up at her with a giddy look on her face, pink hue spreading across her cheeks.

"You don't have to do that.." she began, but Vanessa's expression said it all. Evidently, she was in the mood to spoil her friend, and no amount of protest would change her mind. "You already paid for the ice cream, and you didn't even have one yourself." Still in each other's arms, Kiara's eyes communicated both her thankfulness and her guilt - but after a few seconds, she sighed, and squeezed Vanessa tightly. "Thank you. You are too good to me," she insisted. Her breath held on to a clear hint of vanilla.

"Are you two a couple?" the old lady piqued curiously as the two younger women approached the register, handing over the glass figurine. Madame Grandeline leaned forward with her elbows resting on the counter, beady eyes scrutinizing them intently. "I offer a discount to lovers." There was something wild in her eyes.

"Oh, uhm.. Yes," Kiara stuttered, as Vanessa's arm casually slipped around her waist. But the guilt of their dishonesty ignited a radiant blush on Kiara's cheeks, and she quickly tried to back-track. "I mean.. Kind of.."

"Prove it," the old lady challenged with a wicked smile, placing the glass object into a sturdy paper bag. "Kiss, and if you can convince me there's true love there, I'll let you have it for half the price." She chuckled roguishly and gestured to them. "Go on!"

Kiara's blush intensified, her cheeks nearly vermilion - opening her mouth, but then closed it again, at a loss for words. The old woman was surely off her rockers. What kind of indecent proposal had she just heard? Still, the lady didn't seem to be joking, as evidenced by the gleam in her eyes that would not waiver.

A whisper from Vanessa. "Kiki, let's do it.." The eyes she gave the smaller girl could only be described as pleading, and so much more. Kiara stared up into her captivating emerald depths, seemingly unsure of how she felt about what was going on - but nevertheless, a shaky nod was all it took to to make Vanessa bring one hand up to cup Kiara's chin. A second later, lips met lips.

Soft and tender. Chapstick with a hint of cinnamon. Eager fingers tucking loose strands of hair behind Kiara's ear. Vanessa held onto the smaller girl in a firm but careful embrace - circular motions stroking across the sensitive skin on the nape of Kiara's neck while their tongues greeted one another. For each second, the fire stoked, and embers turned into full-fledged flames burning brightly. The slightest of whimpers escaped Kiara's throat, and it embarrassed her so much that she pulled away and hid her face in Vanessa's shoulder, the redhead's fingertips still lingering in her hair.

"A-Ha," Madame Grandeline said, as if she was a scientist that had made some great discovery. "So that is how it is! True love, indeed. A discount you shall have!" She grinned gleefully as she accepted Vanessa's credit card. The transaction done, she waved them out of her store without another word.

The two girls stumbled over their feet to get out of the store as fast as they could, but once they did, their emotions bubbled over and they began to giggle uncontrollably. Once they had caught their breaths again, Kiara found her voice. "What the hell was that? That was super weird, right? What a crazy lady!" She clutched the paper bag containing her new treasure close to her chest, and she couldn't quite meet Vanessa's eyes.

"Double weird," Vanessa nodded in agreement, though there was an amused smile playing on her lips. "But you never told me you were such a good kisser!"

"Me!?" Kiara protested vehemently. "You're like some kind of.. I don't know - sex goddess or something!"

Vanessa responded non-verbally with a cheeky grin. As they sauntered back towards her Oldsmobile Cutlass Supreme, a remnant from her father - who had loved the car almost as much as he had loved Vanessa herself - she mused out loud. "Sex goddess Nessa? I like the sound of that."

--- 2 ---

"... But bananas are full of potassium!" Kiara's plight was clear in her voice. "They're good for you."

"That does not mean that they go on pizza!" Vanessa growled, clearly animated. "Even the dreaded 'pineapple people' would agree with me here, I'm sure."

"I disagree. Banana goes everywhere," Kiara insisted. The two looked at each other for a moment, then broke out into laughter at the sexual innuendo.

They day had been spectacular. First the ice cream shop, then the second-hand boutique, followed by a trip to the street-art museum, and then coffee and donuts at a little hole-in-the-wall café that Vanessa adored. Showing her introverted friend that an adventurous day 'out in the wild' could actually be enjoyable was going according to plan, and their date-that-wasn't-a-date was reaching its zenith. With the car in park, they sat together in the parking lot outside Vanessa's home, Kiara fiddling with her food delivery app on her phone before they headed inside.

"I'm going to try it. I feel like I have to," she said decisively. "You never know when an opportunity like this might present itself again. What other pizza place is going to have bananas as a topping? That must be rare."

Vanessa sighed, but she was all smiles. "Yeah, because no sane person would willingly order bananas on pizza. How will your reputation ever recover from this blunder, hmm?" She ruffled her friend's hair playfully, and received an affectionate grin in return. "Get me a pepperoni. Oh, and a.. Uhm.. What are those little balls of cheese called that you like?"

"Deep fried mozzarella balls? Yeah, I'll add some of those." She sighed, adding: "I'm going to get fat if we keep eating like this!"

"I'll love you at any size!" Vanessa retorted playfully. "Anyways, no point sitting here. Let's go inside and pop open a bottle of rosé, shall we? And put on some trashy reality TV show - the more outlandish, the better, knowing you."

The riverside home was a bit on the smaller side - a condominium apartment with one bedroom and one bathroom - but the location was stellar considering the rent was affordable, and parking was available right outside. Great effort had been put into making it feel welcoming and inviting - with polished wooden flooring, an L-shaped sofa with more pillows than could be counted, a decór in muted pastel tones, and potted plants in the corners and the windows. A painting that her father had made adorned the hallway wall, bringing a smile to her face as she took off her shoes and placed them beside the door.

"Hey." Vanessa was looking cheeky. "When the delivery driver shows up, I dare you to open the door, asking what kind of tip he wants." She handed Kiara a glass of sparkling rosé, her face full of mischief. "In a suggestive and sultry sort of way, I mean! Give him something to remember this night."

Kiara wrinkled her nose cutely. "N-No way, I'm not doing that.." she protested, taking a big gulp of her wine before leaning back onto the plush sofa. "Nuh-Uh. Not a chance."

"No? Hmm.." Vanessa popped the top button of her blouse open. "And if I do it, what do I get?" Another button. Her cleavage peeking out a small margin, as if inviting itself to be appreciated by the small brunette. "If I embarrass myself for your amusement, some sort of reward for my courage ought to be in order, right?"

Kiara snatched the remote with lightning speed. "You.." she paused for dramatic effect. "Get the remote back." Her white teeth flashed, a victorious smirtle spread across her lips. "And I suppose, to make it fair, we'll watch something of your choice. Yes, even one of those horror movies you're so fond of, just as long as I'm allowed to hide my face behind a pillow during the scary parts."

This made Vanessa's eyes light up. "Deal!" The redhead downed the rest of her glass, smacking her lips in approval, and then got up from the couch - already heading back to the kitchen isle for a refill. "But don't go back on your word! There's this murder documentary I've been dying - excuse the choice of words - to see."

It didn't take many minutes until the doorbell rang. "You're crazy if you actually go through with this, Nessa. What if the guy just walks inside, expecting some sort of.. I don't know, perverted thing? It could be dangerous, or.." The small woman pouted. "I just.. I don't think it's a good idea." The discomfort in her voice was palpable, and Vanessa couldn't help but chuckle. Seeing Kiara squirm was one of her guilty pleasures, after all.

However, as the door swung open - Vanessa in her tight jeans and loose white blouse, her bosom partly exposed, hair tousled and looking every bit like a young vixen - she wasn't greeted by the young man with greasy hair and acne that she had pictured in her mind, but instead by a mousy little woman. About twenty years of age, and after just one look at Vanessa, flustered beyond belief.

"Uhm.. Delivery," the woman said awkwardly, handed over the pizza boxes, and instantly seemed to desire a hasty retreat back to her delivery vehicle. Vanessa said nothing, only handed over the tip. As the door shut, her eyes met Kiara's. A silent moment passing between them.

"It was a woman," she said, as if her friend had not seen for herself. "I froze. I did not even attempt to be seductive."

Kiara shrugged, an innocent smile on her lips. "At least now we know you're not into women!"

The words pierced through Vanessa like an arrow. Sure enough, she had never been with a woman - nor a man, for that matter. And that was because she was madly in love with the petite brunette across the room; hopelessly and utterly smitten. The idea of being with anybody else felt like a betrayal to her heart, but Kiara didn't know. Had perhaps never even suspected anything. She ought to tell her. She needed to find the courage. But instead, she swallowed hard, and said: "Guess not." The words tasted like ash in her mouth.

The interaction haunted her for the next couple of hours. Since she had failed her dare, they watched Kiara's trashy reality TV show - some dating competition that made little to no sense whatsoever. They spoke of both this and that, meanwhile biting into one pizza slice after another. Kiara insisted that the banana on her pizza added something sophisticated to the flavour profile - especially when paired with the ham - and in turn, Vanessa insisted she was an absolute nutter. The clock was approaching midnight, and time was running out.

"I had the best day!" the brunette beamed happily. Her earrings clinked as she bounced forward on the sofa, then rising to her feet. She was so precious it made Vanessa melt just by looking at her. "Thanks for taking me out into the real world every once in a while." Her eyes met Vanessa's - warm and tender, full of compassion and affection. "I'd better get home before it's-"

"I do like women," Vanessa blurted out, interrupting her friend. It felt as if a thousand fire-ant were chewing through her insides. There was a heavy pause. Vanessa opened her mouth to explain - but then shut it again, speechless. She felt too hot and too cold, all at once.

"Oh? Well, I don't mind at all," Kiara shrugged it off. "You know that right? Who you love is no business of mine, Nessa. What matters to me is only that you are happy." She offered a genuine smile and leaned in, wrapping her arms around Vanessa in a tight embrace. This did little to lessen the internal struggle Vanessa was going through, however. Still unable to say what she needed to say. The two parted and Kiara added: "It doesn't change anything between us, you know? Not one bit."

"B-But.. It does," Vanessa stuttered, feeling as if her head would explode any second from the pressure of all her intense emotions.

Kiara just smiled softly, nodding as if in understanding, and squeezed Vanessa's hand. "Listen, Nessa.. You're my best friend. Gay, bi, or straight - I accept you as you are, and I always will." She let go of the redhead's hand and began to tidy up, collecting the pizza boxes and wine glasses as she spoke. "Relax, will ya? I'm not going to treat you any differently. Besides, if I'm perfectly honest, I had suspected for a while already." Her tone was light, yet compassionate.

Vanessa didn't speak - just watched as the petite lady threw the boxes into the recycling bin, then wiped down the table with a wet cloth. Then, she brought out her phone, scrolling through the list of apps - Uber, Lyft, the standard Taxi app - as the redhead simply stared at Kiara silence. The brunette noticed eventually, glanced up and offered another kind smile. "Sorry, did you expect a different reaction? You're going to be okay, right?" she asked, tilting her head in a curiously adorable way.

That was all the cuteness she could take. Vanessa pulled Kiara close and pressed a hard, fervent kiss against her lips. Not like the one at the second-hand boutique earlier that day, but one far more desperate - passionate, full of deeply burrowed desire and love for the woman who meant so much to her. To Kiara, it was unexpected - catching her off guard - but she didn't fight it. She just stood there, arms at her side, allowing herself to be kissed, while confusion played out over her features. Vanessa pulled away eventually, and their eyes met; emerald greens filled with worry, brown honeyed ones filled with bewilderment.