Free LipstickLeslee by Titania Leslee Page A

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 ¼ 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 ¼ 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