LipstickLeslee (6 page)

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 office
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”

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 me
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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 try
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if 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 Melanie
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”
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. “I
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mmmm, 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 did
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because
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.