Free LipstickLeslee by Titania Leslee

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