More Than a Kiss

Edison and Isabel

“Oh my God,” Isabel moaned. She was sprawled under the covers of Edison’s bed with the Corndog in her hands and between her thighs. It had taken them approximately twenty-three hours to go from meeting each other to rolling around in bed. This was not a lesbian record.

“Right there?” Edison asked.

“A little to the left.”

Edison was sitting on the edge of the bed with her back to Isabel. She was wearing her camera sunglasses. She held a remote control in her hands. She moved the thumb toggle to the left.

“Oh my God!” Isabel shrieked in ecstasy.

“How’s that? Good?” Edison asked.

“Better than good,” Isabel panted. “Better than…Oh my God. You’re a genius.”

Edison beamed.