LipstickLeslee

by Titania Leslee

  “No arguments here. Can’t wait to see the rest. Let’s go.” She trotted to the door, her heels clicking on wood.

  We giggled like schoolgirls, racing from room to room.

  I showed her a smaller suite toward the back of the house that I hoped to make into The Toy Room. “But not kid toys. What I mean is to offer a huge basket with each reservation that includes bunches of adult toys,” I explained with a snicker.

  “Well, ho ho ho, Merry Christmas, Ms. Santa. Hmm, let’s see…” Leslee pinched and stroked her chin, her eyes twinkling beautifully. “I’d like a double-dong for Christmas, please, and a new strap-on—one with batteries and one without—a standard six-inch vibrator, some Ben-Wa balls, one of those remote-control clit vibes and some edible lube. Oh, and throw in some whipped cream and massage oil, the kind that gets all warm and tingly.”

  I crossed my arms. “Mm, first I need to know… Have you been a good girl?”

  “Nope.”

  “Bad girl?”

  “Completely,” she replied, lifting her nose with a sniff.

  I laughed and took her to the next room. “Introducing, The Lipstick Leslee room.”

  “What?” She gawked, looking around at the girlie pink wallpaper, the white-painted, wrought-iron bed, the fancy chandelier and feminine antique furniture.

  “For butches or middles like you who want to fulfill their girlie fantasies and try out being a femme for a day or two. I hope to fill that armoire with a wardrobe of sexy lingerie, makeup, perfumes, stilettoes, stockings, skimpy dresses, the whole bit.”

  A slow grin tugged at the corners of her mouth. “I’ll admit there’s a twisted appeal to fulfilling a fantasy like that. Like right now, I’m crazy turned-on by me being dressed in feminine duds and you in jeans, a football jersey and Nikes for once.”

  That slow burn in my pussy warmed a few degrees. This was all like foreplay, exploring our unique dream of a B&B together, planning the kink of the rooms and themes for our guests…and knowing Savanah’s gift awaited us in the private quarters downstairs.

  “Me too.” I studied Leslee’s gorgeous face, her curvy body and full breasts that I couldn’t wait to get my hands on again. My heart fluttered and my cunt moistened in anticipation.

  It was time to get the tour over with and go check out the private suite.

  “So other than the unfinished space above the garage, which we’ll check out later, that brings me to the last room.” I took her across the hall, but I rushed through this one, speaking fast and staying near the door as my pussy throbbed with the need to be wrapped up in her arms and legs and devoured by her mouth and fingers. “This I thought we could call The Butchy Melanie room for femmes like me wanting to try out butching. I thought it could be themed with men’s suits, mustaches, wigs, maybe some cigars and a bar stocked with brandy and beer. Oh, and of course you gotta include some strap-ons. Then mount a flat-screen over the fireplace with a satellite sports package and some porno flicks. What do you think, too stereotyped?”

  She chuckled and bent over, holding her stomach. Finally, she waved a hand in front of her face and said, “Whew. No, I think it’s great. I guess I gotta confess, it’s intriguing for me and probably for other women who go either way, or want to try the gender flip just once. I think this entire inn is a magnificent idea, and I think you’re one smart cookie for thinking of it.” Her smile faded. A clock ticked somewhere down the hall while a wintery wind moaned around the old eaves. “Not to mention hot. God I missed you so damn much, Mel.”

  “I missed you too, but that doesn’t even begin to describe the depth of it.” I tucked a lock of hair behind her ear. I loved the power it gave me to make her sigh and nuzzle into my palm. “I’ve had a lot of time to think on it, and I can only conclude that working with you gave me the Leslee fix I needed on a daily basis. Even though I didn’t admit it to myself at the time, I adored going to work and being with you every day. But being with you that night of the contest, and then without you after we got fired… I-I couldn’t take it. I realized what was important in my life and what wasn’t. I want to make a go of this, Lez. I really mean it. Partners in every way—both business and personal. What do you say? You with me?”

  She yanked me into her arms and we clung to each other, our bodies intimate, flush together. That sense of coming home filled my soul again.

  “You kidding? I’m with you all the way. Partners. Business, and oh my god yes, personal for sure.” She gave me a big smacking kiss. “And we’re going to start with exploring our new living quarters. We’ll check out the space above that massive garage later. Come on, let’s go see what Savanah left us.”

  Chapter Ten

  Leslee & Melanie: Coming Undone

  We passed through the gourmet kitchen with its long butcher-block island, commercial-grade, stainless-steel appliances and many iron racks suspended from the ceiling for pots, pans and utensils, to a door in the rear corner. As soon as Melanie turned the knob and we stepped into a mini-foyer duplicate of the main entrance, the scent of pine needles wafted under my nose.

  I could see beyond a small kitchen into a larger room bordered by three closed doors.

  “Wow.” Melanie ran her hand along the high granite breakfast bar as she walked into a cozy living area. It was empty except for a wide cushioned bay window, a huge Christmas tree and a side table filled with food trays, pizza boxes and wine bottles.

  A huge banner sign was strung over the window that said, “Congratulations!”

  And beneath the tree with its twinkling, multicolored lights and silver garland sat two presents, one wrapped in green and one in red foil and each tied with gold bows.

  “How sweet. She left us a real tree with presents in our new home.” Melanie raced to the tree and dropped to her knees on the wood floor like a child on Christmas Morning. I noticed the floor could use a re-stain and refinish job. And I couldn’t wait to get started on it.

  I followed her into the room where I could now see through the bay window. There was a barn with a fenced-in stable, a garden area and a stretch of private rolling hills and forest already laden with paths. My mind raced with ideas. I imagined the private gardens with sex “swings” hanging from trees, a huge hot tub to accommodate all or a few guests at once, trails with special places set for making love, horseback riding—two to a horse only. Maybe we would have an outdoor stage for contests and a dressing room for butch and femme dress-up with lipstick and makeup and wigs and costumes. And of course between the two of us with our combined restaurant and hospitality experience, we’d have an amazing menu of homemade goodies and meals to bring patrons back time and again. Endorphins bombarded my system. I couldn’t wait to get the inn ready for us and for our guests.

  Inviting warmth enveloped me as I moved farther into the room. A fireplace blazed off to the right in a great nook-of-a-spot perfect for a dinette table and two chairs. I pictured us there having breakfast or intimate dinners together, and I imagined this space as our family room with our own sofa and chairs and flat-screen television where we’d retire in the evening after checking in our guests and welcoming them with local wines and homemade cookies. Anticipation had my insides jumping with eagerness for the simple things that would make us cohabiting partners as she’d said, and for the sexy things that would make us lovers…

  My lower belly quickened and I searched for a place to lay her down and ravish and dominate her. Yes, the window seat would do fine. I could just picture it now with her spread-eagled on the cushion and me crouched between her legs, feasting on her pussy while she totally submitted to me.

  “Leslee, look. One present addressed to you, one to me.” Melanie held out the red-wrapped box.

  I took it and studied the tag. It read, To Leslee, From Savanah and Kaydee.

  Melanie grabbed her gift and climbed up on the window seat next to a stack of pillows and quilts. She patted the cushion on the other side of her. “C’mon. Sit. Let’s open them together.”

  I obeyed h
er, but I started to get this vague sense of dread even as Melanie tore into her box, ripping ribbon and paper in just two swipes. She popped open the plain white box, peered in and threw her head back with a jolly laugh. “Oh. My. Gawd. Kaydee and Savanah are two wild chicks.”

  The dread grew heavier in my gut. “What? What is it?” I tried to peer into the box but she held it away from me.

  Her grin spread wide from ear to ear. She reached in and pulled out of the box…a strap-on complete with a vibrator switch and a tube of lube.

  “Oh my gawd is right,” I said, reaching for the wrapping paper she’d just torn off. “Are you sure she didn’t get the tags mixed up? I would think that one should be for me.”

  She planted a fist on one hip and stuck out her tongue. “Ha ha, you are such a stereotyper. No. This is mine.” Her eyes twinkled by the glow of the Christmas tree lights, but mischief gave them that extra devilish gleam. “And I’m going to use it on you right now.”

  I’d just been fantasizing about dominating her—it was a natural thought process for me. So it surprised me that her words caused a heavy warmth to settle between my legs. I studied the fake cock she still held dangling from her fingers by the toy’s straps.

  Ah, and I imagined the long, veiny length of it glistening with the lube and strapped around the flare of her naked hips.

  And then the feel of her breasts pressed to my back and her arms wrapped around me while she slid into me from behind…

  “Hmm, and I do believe I’m going to let you use it on me right now.”

  She threw her arms around me and giggled. “Awesome. But first let’s see what your present is.”

  “Oh boy,” I groaned, but I pulled on the bow and ripped off the paper almost as fast as she’d unwrapped her gift. I opened the box and stared inside. My mouth gaped. “Uh, I don’t think I want to take it that far.”

  “How far?” She yanked the box from my hold and dug inside. Out came the kit of false eyelashes, eyeliner, rouge and lipstick, along with a skimpy pink lingerie piece that amounted to nothing more than a few strings of dental floss. Melanie’s eyes widened. “Oooh yeah, baby. Now this is what I’m talkin’ about.”

  I shot to my feet. “No. Mel, I can’t. Just being the passive one is way far enough for me. I just can’t go that extra—”

  “But it would turn me on like crazy.” She launched herself into my arms and had her legs wrapped around my hips before I realized she’d even stood. The warmth of her limbs snaked around me, the wet heat of her pussy suffusing through her jeans and my dress pants. She kissed my neck and bit my earlobe, making my eyes go crossed and my libido speed into overdrive. “Please, I just want to try it…”

  The pouty tone to her voice alone did me in—not to mention the peaks of her nipples scraping my blouse, the grinding of her pussy against my lower belly, the sweet smell of her perfume and the sexy animal groans and moans escaping her throat as she kissed my jaw, cheeks, forehead and lips.

  I clutched her to me and plopped onto the window seat with her straddling me. Our tongues dueled like those satiny Christmas ribbons twining together. I tasted the remnants of latte and desire heating to the boiling point and knew I’d give in.

  How could I not? She had my need for her accelerating from ten to one hundred in a few seconds flat.

  “Okay, okay.” I peeled her from me and guided her off my lap and onto the seat next to me. I struggled to catch my breath. “Get a slice of pizza and a glass or two of wine in me and I’ll do whatever you ask.”

  “You’ll wear the lingerie then?”

  I gulped. “Yes. I’ll wear the scratchy, too-femme, nothing-to-it lingerie. For you.”

  Melanie dragged the table up against the seat, snatched up the cork-removing tool and went to work on the wine bottle. “And I’ll wear the vibrating dildo. For you.” She added a devastating grin to that and all I could do was laugh.

  “You’re one naughty lesbian,” I said, opening the pizza box and choosing a slice of pepperoni. I bit into it and sighed at the warm, cheesy flavor and that sense of finally appeasing my hunger. I spoke around the wad of crust in my mouth. “I haven’t eaten since breakfast just wondering what it was you wanted to meet about, and now here I am eating pizza and drinking wine in a B&B that we’re going to run together. And I have you. Can’t get any better than that, even if I do have to play dress-up again.”

  She popped the cork and poured merlot into two crystal wineglasses Savanah had left out. “Yeah, well at least it’ll be just for the two of us instead of performing on a stage in front of tens of thousands of customers and television viewers.”

  “So true.” I took the glass from her and gulped down a huge swallow of wine. I knew I’d need it to dull the edges of my nerves once I put that damn slutty lingerie on.

  She opened the second box of pizza and moaned, “Mmmm, yum, jalapeños and pineapple.”

  “Sweet and spicy,” I said.

  She tore a bite off and moaned again while she chewed. “Yes, I love sweet and spicy everything.”

  “Here’s to sweet and spicy. And to us.” I held up my glass.

  She smiled and looked so adorable, like a chipmunk with pizza-loaded cheeks. She clinked her glass to mine and said around the gob in her mouth, “Ditto that.”

  We each ate another slice of pizza and started on a second glass of wine. By that time my head spun pleasantly, my libido had sped back up and the thought of putting that skimpy garment on started a slow burn in my pussy. I drank the second glass quicker than the first and stood with the Christmas box in hand.

  “Okay. Where’s the bathroom?” I swayed just a bit, setting my hand on the seat to steady myself.

  She shrugged. “You got me. First time I’ve ever been here, but if I had to guess, I’d say it’s one of those three doors over there.”

  “Funny,” I said, and bent to give her a long, lusty kiss. “Whew. You sure do taste delicious.”

  A gleam lit Melanie’s eyes. “No. You’re going to taste delicious. I’m going to eat you up and make love to you so thoroughly, you won’t know what fucked you.”

  I laughed, loving the way her aggression sent my blood to simmering and made my pussy soaking wet. I drank more sweet wine and eyed the strap-on she’d left lying on the cushion next to her. “Somehow I think I will know what fucked me. It’s long and has straps and a vibrating mechanism that’s going to make us both explode.”

  “Ooh, now you’re talking. Now go.” She shooed me away. Her smile faded. “I want you so bad, Lez, soo bad.”

  I stroked her cheek, so smooth against my palm. “And I want you. Forever. Always.”

  “Yes,” she said with a breathless tone.

  I turned and crossed to the first door, my steps slightly weaving. “So, door number one…” I opened it, ducked my head in and did a quick scan. “Bedroom.”

  Melanie nodded and took another long draught of wine. “Our bedroom.”

  I loved the sound of that, but my excitement at getting back into her arms kept me searching for the bathroom. I skipped the middle door and opened the far one. “Oops. Another bedroom.”

  “No, our office,” Melanie said, chomping on more pizza.

  A warm glow filled my chest. Wow, she sure knew the right words to say. I opened the middle door and said, “Looks like door number three is the bathroom. Cute vintage one too. I’ll be right back.”

  I started to close the door but Melanie stopped me.

  “Hey.”

  I stuck my head out. “What?”

  She jutted her chin toward the box in my hand. “Put on the lashes and makeup too. Pretty please?” she added in a sweet voice, then she took another swig of wine.

  “I…sure, whatever you say, boss.” I closed the door to the sound of her snickers.

  I kicked off my heels and slid into the pink-and-black, silk-and-lace contraption, settling the push-up bodice in place. I checked myself in the vanity mirror. The lace and fabric outlined my breasts but didn’t cover them. The ni
pples and a good part of the meaty flesh were bared in a triangular window while being thrust up by the bone-like support piece.

  “Bodice, ha. Holy mistletoes, there’s nothing to it.” One strip of sheer fabric stretched down my belly, connecting the top section to the bottom—which consisted of nothing more than a small triangle over my pussy and thin strips crossing my hips and down the crack of my ass. But I had to admit, whether a G-string and barely there girlie bodice was my style or not, I looked really sexy.

  And knowing it would turn Melanie on made me hot and wet as hell.

  I let out a loud sigh and went to work on my face. I started with black eyeliner, then attempted the damn lashes. They proved to be a challenge. They stuck to everything except the rim of my eyelids, but I finally got them to cooperate. I brushed on some blusher, and finally slathered my lips with a thick coating of hot-pink lipstick.

  I stepped back to study the entire package. “Jeez, woman, you look like a whore.” I shrugged and slipped my high heels back on. “Might as well go all the way.”

  A laugh escaped my throat and a warm trickle of my juices coated the narrow strip between my legs. I realized that this entire ritual was part of the foreplay, and I knew she waited with horny anticipation for me to emerge. I fluffed my hair, checked my teeth in the mirror for lipstick smears and took a deep breath that rattled my chest with excited nerves.

  I opened the door and stepped out, planting my feet apart and my hands on my hips. “Lipstick Leslee at your service.”

  Except for the straps crisscrossing her ass and hips, she stood nude in front of the window next to the Christmas tree. Red, blue, gold and green lights cast a beautiful multicolored glow across her skin. A lock of hair tumbled over her creamy shoulder and joined the rest of the long mass when she turned her head, glanced over her shoulder and raked her gaze up and down my body. I swear I could feel the heat of it, as if her eyes had loving fingers of their own.

  “Mmmm, you sure do look good enough to fuck,” she said, turning to present me with the profile of the cock jutting out from her groin. She had her hand around it, stroking it with ease. I could hear the slurp-slop of the lube she’d coated it with and something wild and naughty shot through my system and had my knees going weak.