LipstickLeslee

by Titania Leslee

  But I didn’t want to risk her not reaching orgasm, so I slid my hand down her belly and located her clitoris. I rubbed the slick bud in a circular motion with my fingertip and broke the kiss. She groaned and panted, her breath fogging up the window again. I had her pinned to glass, the wooden sill and the furnace vent all at once. We were both sweating from all the heat in the room, and from the sexual fire that burned between us.

  I always knew it would too.

  “Are you ready, babe? Ready to come with me?” I asked in her ear while I clutched her curves to mine and pounded her with rhythmic strokes.

  “Mmmm, yes, yes. Just keep fucking me, don’t stop. I’m almost there,” she growled and swiveled her hips so that she stroked the strap-on with her tight wetness.

  Apparently, she didn’t know there was more to the toy. I decided not to tell her. Instead, I wiggled my fingers down somewhere between my crotch and her tight little asshole and found the switch. “Okay, you asked for it,” I warned, and flipped on the vibrator.

  Melanie’s head fell back. She dragged in a wheezing breath of surprise and let out an animal growl that resembled a wild cat. Her legs remained spread and began to tremble. She still had the high heels on, so when the orgasm overtook her, I pinned her harder against the sill and rode her like a cowgirl on a bucking mare. My own release ripped through my system and took my breath from my lungs in one long whoosh of surprise. It was the most intense, lengthy orgasm I’d ever experienced. Our slick skin glided warm and wet over each other as we both rocked and twitched and moaned with the last waves of pleasure.

  I gulped and gasped, trying to catch my breath while holding us both up. Melanie was making some whimpering noises that sounded a lot like she was crying. An overwhelming urge welled up inside me to hold her, just hold her tightly and kiss her. I pulled the cock out of her, unstrapped it and turned it off then tossed it aside.

  “Hon, are you okay?” I whirled her around and pulled her into my arms. Her warmth and womanly curves merged with mine. It was right. Perfect.

  Her eyes glittered with unshed tears, but there was a grin on her face that was so gorgeous and breathtaking, it would be etched in my memory forever. “Holy wow. That was the best sex I’ve ever had in my life.”

  “The best? Are you serious?”

  She held on to my arm while she bent and whipped off the stilettoes. They went flying across the room one by one somewhere near the cock toy. Now we were at a more equal eyelevel. She drew me into her arms and our nipples rubbed together, which lit my fire once again.

  Her eyes twinkled. “Well, except for those amazing things you did to me in your office¼”

  I kissed her, loving the tenderness and slow rebuild of passion. “Then why are you crying?”

  “It’s tears of joy,” she replied against my mouth. “Because aside from masturbation, that’s the first time I’ve ever had an orgasm with anyone during sex.”

  I blinked and drew back. “What?”

  “Oh my god, Leslee.” She took my hands in hers and kissed the fingertips. “Show me more. More, please! You’ve definitely got my attention now.”

  I laughed, still in shock at her admission. “And you think you’re going to have to beg me?”

  She twined her fingers into mine and drew me off in the corner toward the bed. “I’m willing to beg for anything if it’ll give me that amazing feeling again.”

  We reached the bed. I climbed onto the mattress and coaxed her to do the same. She crawled toward me, wrapped her arms around my neck and drew me down with her in the most intense kiss of my life.

  It was then that I realized I’d been in love with this woman since she’d “sashayed” into my damn office right before she’d married and then promptly divorced that prick Will. What an idiot. He’d jilted this hot woman on their honeymoon back in June, fucking around with another woman in the hotel hot tub.

  Well, his loss, my gain.

  Yes, to hell with the fact I’m her boss—I’ll figure that one out later. For now, she’s mine. My Grand Prize win in the contest.

  So there, how do like them peaches, Charles? I won your stupid little contest, you lost. Big time.

  Chapter Five

  Melanie: The Awakening

  I wasn’t sure if being on display in front of all those windows—never mind they were supposedly one way—was what had pushed me over the edge or not, but I was certain that had been the hottest round of sex I’d ever experienced. It had been sort of a continuation of the way it had felt to be on stage with Leslee during that contest, being watched, turning others on, getting lost in Leslee’s sexy allure.

  Walking on the wild-side edge and risking the possibility of my normal, hetero friends hearing about my crazy sexual dance on stage with a lesbian.

  A lesbian.

  Unbelievable. Had I really done that?

  And now, here I was rolling around in a big bed with that same lesbian. I just couldn’t believe I was here with Leslee, her nice body naked and sprawled on top of me, and my pussy throbbing with intense need again.

  I heard an internal gasp in my head.

  Was that why I’d never had even one orgasm with a man? Will had been impatient with me, always frustrated that he could never bring me to release and that I’d always had to finish myself off with a vibrator or my own fingers. And I’d never have admitted it before now, but back then my thoughts had continually swung to Kaydee. That’s what would always push me over the edge and make me come so quickly, not Will—or any other man I’d been with before or after him.

  So all those years, I’d had a girl-crush on Kaydee and never faced it?

  Wow.

  But she was with my stepmom now, and they were totally in love. I couldn’t deny they fit together like two puzzle pieces. I respected that, and wanted their happiness more than anything. It was only now at this moment with Leslee’s tasty mouth closed over mine and our breasts and pussies pressed together, that I could finally admit that my spoiled reaction to finding Kaydee and Savanah together last June had been pure jealousy. Even though I’d gone and married Will the day before I’d walked in on them in bed together, I still had had a thing for Kaydee that I’d always denied.

  Yeah, I could admit now that I’d been a homophobe simply because I’d been so worried about what people thought of me. Ooh no. You’d never catch Melanie dead or alive in any kind of a relationship with a lesbian—unless I used the excuse that we were “just friends”, which is what I’d labeled Kaydee and I all those years. Meanwhile, we’d have our teen sleepovers and I’d get all turned-on with her sleeping next to me and imagine she was my lover.

  And since Leslee had hired me, we’d been “just coworkers” in my twisted brain.

  But was I ready to come out altogether? Uh no, of course not. Coming out screamed to the world that you were really gay at heart. I’m not. I’m merely curious. So I’d had some unique fun on that stage, and even now, but that didn’t warrant turning my life upside down. It would embarrass me in my straight circle of friends and ruin my hospitality career. I had plans to become the general manager of some huge, well-known hotel someday, and I refused to do anything that could ruin that dream of mine. So I figured we could easily meet up like this and have some closet sex. Interoffice relationships were forbidden at the hotel and since Leslee was my boss and the food and beverage director, I had that protection or excuse for now.

  Until I was ready. If I was ever ready.

  And it would be only half at that—bisexual if anything. Yes, that would be a lot easier to admit to, and since it had become a cool fad among young teens and twenties women, I just might be able to handle the flack from that much easier than all-out lesbian admittance.

  Which I wasn’t anyway, so it didn’t matter.

  I suddenly realized I’d been using my career as a shield too, and dating boring men to complete the cover-up. And I might well have to continue that to maintain stability in my social and work lives.

  I will be that GM one day.
I will. Maybe at some famous Caribbean resort or something? Yeah, sun and sand and maybe some romance. Now that would do it for me.

  But for now, I was hidden behind Leslee’s apartment door in the dead of winter, in her bed with her mouth now trailing down my neck to my breasts. My nipples were so hard they almost hurt. She circled her tongue around one nub and I growled deep in my throat. The heat tugged in a straight path from my breast to my pussy. Warm cream spilled out, dribbled down between the cheeks of my ass and soaked the thick comforter beneath me. She kneaded my other breast and sucked the areola into her mouth. Her tongue flicked and her teeth nipped.

  I arched my back, wanting and needing more. She wedged her hips between my legs, forcing them apart. I held her head to my breast, my fingers tangled in her soft hair, and rocked my pelvis so my clitoris and pussy rubbed against her belly. I couldn’t get enough, couldn’t rub hard or fast enough. The fire was already building just like it did over by the window…and on stage…and in her office. Ah crap, I was a goner. I knew my next orgasm was just within reach, and the thought of how easy it was for her to get me to that level totally amazed me.

  She held my boobs in her hands and bit and licked her way down my abdomen. My belly fluttered and my pussy throbbed. I knew where she was headed. South. To eat my cunt the way she’d done earlier tonight. Oh how I yearned for it. I fisted my hands in the comforter and stared up at the wooden beams and exposed pipes crisscrossing the loft ceiling. Time seemed suspended. I could hear the distant noises of car horns and traffic, and the blustery winds as the snow fell faster outside the windows. I couldn’t wait for that first fiery second when her tongue would circle my clit. The anticipation was maddening, but I suddenly wondered what it would be like to do the same thing to Leslee.

  I licked my lips and panted my words out. “I-I want to taste you too, while you’re tasting me. Please. Show me how. Teach me.”

  She stopped her descent. Her head came up and her eyes widened. Her tongue was within an inch or two of my pussy, poised to wreak delicious havoc on me. How I’d resisted that, I don’t know. Maybe it was my robust curiosity.

  Or maybe I had some sort of temporary lesbian or bisexual instinct?

  Nah. It had to be simple curiosity. Yes, I’d already established that that’s what it was.

  “Really? You want to eat me?” Her eyelids shuttered down, as if she were drowsy and unable to hold them open. Was it arousal, or did she have a staunch preference to being the aggressor? She’d mentioned before that she normally liked to take the lead with a woman, but she’d also said that my aggression on stage had surprisingly turned her on.

  The thought of eating her, as she’d put it, and getting in that driver’s seat to bring her pleasure ratcheted up the incessant ache in my pussy. So I was certain I wanted to put the brakes on and change this into simultaneous reciprocation instead of just for me¼ Hmm, so maybe I wasn’t as spoiled and selfish as Kaydee and Will had always insisted.

  Well. Whatever. For now I burned for Leslee to feast on my pussy while I did the same to her. I’d done the sixty-nine position with Will before, as well as a couple of other men prior to meeting him, but it had never done a thing for me. I’d heard jokes about lesbians engaging in sex in the same position and that had gotten my attention. I’d grow wet and I had tried to suppress my rapid breaths when I would hear an off-the-cuff joke like that.

  Now I could actually try it, not imagine it and then be forced to go home and get out my vibrator and fantasize about a woman doing to me what my comic friend or some stranger in a bar had described in their joke.

  I propped myself up on my elbows and peered down at her where she lay between my spread legs. So sexy. “Yes. I’d love to give it a try¼if you don’t mind. I know you prefer to take the lead and all, but I’m so—”

  “Are you serious?” Leslee laughed, her voice raspy. She crawled up on all fours and looked down at me. Her eyes were a brilliant sparkly green, and her mussed-up hair framed her soft features and fell down in a short cascade along her square jaw. “You really think I’d pass up a sixty-nine with you? I’ve been dreaming of that ever since I met and hired you.”

  I blinked. Her admission stunned me so much that I could barely croak out, “You have?”

  “Damn right,” she growled and narrowed her eyes.

  I reached up, tangled my fingers in the hair at her nape and pulled her down for a quick but seriously hot, wine-laced kiss. “Then let’s do it.”

  She threw one knee over me, turned around and perched herself over me opposite from before. Her knees were now at my ear level. I got a clear view of her shaven pussy lips with a trimmed landing strip. Her thighs were smooth but toned, so much that I could see the outline of her hamstrings. I scanned her rump. It also showed evidence of a woman who worked out. I slid my hands up her outer thighs and circled my palms over the tightness of her ass. She moaned her approval and leaned down, her warm breath fanning my cunt. I moaned back when she kissed my labia as if they were true lips.

  But she didn’t stay that way for long. She wrapped her arms around my hips and shifted so that she lay on her side, bringing me with her.

  “That’s it, rest your head between my thighs just like I’m doing.” Leslee pulled me closer, inhaled, sighed. “Wow, you smell so good, look so beautiful.” She kissed my pussy again and a combination of her hair tickling my inner thighs and her lips igniting a fire in my loins made me gasp.

  I pulled my long hair out from beneath her hip and then settled in. Her clit had emerged from its hood and I could see the moistness of her vaginal opening. I drew in a breath and caught the scent of her perfume mixed with the musty aroma of her cunt. While she planted butterfly kisses on my pussy, hardening my button, I did the same to her. But I differed in that my curiosity at how she would taste overcame me. I thirsted for her. I took a long swipe from her pussy to the hood of her vulva. Leslee jolted and let out a muffled shriek.

  “You’re right. It’s a beautiful view,” I whispered as my first taste of another woman’s pussy dispersed on my tongue. The flavor was a combination of sweet, salty and faintly bitter with the texture of cream. I licked the traces of it from my lips and swallowed. I liked it. I took another lick, delighting in Leslee’s spurting screams that vibrated between my legs and along my labia. I swiped my tongue around the roof of my mouth and over my teeth then swallowed again, this time hungrily. No, I didn’t like it—I loved it. It was an interesting flavor that had some sort of power to trickle from my tongue straight to my pussy. My libido kicked into overdrive. The heat deep in my pelvis bloomed into an inferno, and I wasn’t sure if it was because Leslee started to circle her tongue around my clit, or if the feeling of my own tongue tasting and exploring her satiny woman’s flesh was the culprit.

  Either way, my eyes rolled back in my head and I groaned aloud. I tightened my embrace on her hips. She did the same. We fit together like I had never fit with any man in my entire life.

  Was this what had been missing from my life? Had I been depriving myself of this heaven all these years, even seeing how happy and satisfied it had always made Kaydee?

  “That’s it,” Leslee said on a whimper. “Follow my lead. Just do to me what I do to you.”

  Leslee found my clit with her fingertip. She rubbed it while she speared my pussy with her tongue, at first fucking me slowly, lovingly, then in a frenzy that had me rocking my pussy against her face.

  It was difficult to focus with all the amazing uproar going on between my legs, but I managed to mirror her moves, finding her nub to be as hard as a diamond beneath my fingers, and the sensation of impaling her vagina with my tongue one I would never forget. So warm, exceptionally tight and delicious, as if I had stabbed my tongue into a cream-filled donut.

  We growled in unison. She lifted her top knee and set her foot on the bed, widening the area for me to work on her. I reciprocated the move and was astonished to find that it intensified the pleasure because we were both able to use our foot to push against
the bed so we could rock harder against each other’s faces.

  “Melanie, ah Melanie¼” Leslee’s tongue slid up to my clit. She slipped two fingers inside me and finger-fucked and licked me so fast I almost came.

  I closed my eyes, drew in a breath, held it to gather my thoughts. “I¼mmmm, feels so good. Please don’t stop.”

  She didn’t stop, but she did slow the pace down, allowing me a moment to get back to work on her. I forced myself to return to the kinky task at hand and sank two fingers inside her vagina. She rewarded me by moaning against my pussy, the vibrations intensifying my pleasure. I marveled at the snug, moist feel of her pussy around my fingers. But I didn’t linger. I slid them back out, and then in and out again, faster, deeper. I had to catch up with her so she would come at the same time I did¼because oh my god, the more she worked on my clit, and the faster she finger-fucked me, the closer I moved toward orgasm. I was almost there, and it was maddening trying to focus on returning the favor when the coil inside my groin tightened and threatened to explode at any moment.

  Leslee must have sensed my nearing release. She burrowed closer and closed her mouth over my entire hood and cunt lips. Her tongue stroked my hard nub with relentless power.

  After I did the same to her, drawing out a strangled scream from her, she pulled out the smoking gun.

  She flicked a finger over my anus.

  The tingling it elicited spread to my cunt and clit like a wildfire, and even blazed up to my nipples, now so hard they almost hurt. I barely had time to acclimate to this new form of bliss when she gently sank her finger into my ass. I came up for air and let out a long groan that sounded like a mountain lion to my own ears. I caught my breath and silently obeyed her previous order for me to “follow her lead”. Even as the first surges of the orgasm were building, I hungered to taste her again, so I covered her pussy with my open mouth and found her clitoris with my tongue. Her juices were everywhere, all over my face, her inner thighs and overflowing onto her rectum. With two fingers still sunk to the hilt inside her cunt, I circled her anus with a third finger and then slid it inside her ass.