Backseat Fast Girls

By Lula Lisbon

1956 is the golden age of pretty young carhops, and Dotty is no exception. It’s her birthday, but she couldn’t have guessed just how swell a turn her special day would take when two dangerous-looking cats pull up in a souped-up hot rod. Dotty’s always been a nice girl. Will she really toss her reputation to go play back seat bingo with a couple of fast dykes who want to give her “one to grow on”?

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“You ever had grass?” asked Sir, taking out a hand-rolled cigarette from an inside pocket and lighting it up. I hadn’t, but I wasn’t about to look like a wet rag in front of these two.

“Sure,” I said breezily, accepting it and taking a drag. I coughed, but it wasn’t too bad. I even liked the taste of it; sort of earthy and pungent. The act of smoking it with them made me feel like the bees’ knees.

I could feel where her fingers had brushed mine when she handed over the cigarette, and I was suddenly aware of Miss Liz’s thigh pressed up against mine. I shifted a little, breaking contact, but she moved it right back. When she took a drag, her lipstick left an imprint on top of the one I’d made, and the sight of it made me feel a little giddy. She saw me looking and smiled slowly.

“You know what I thought when I first saw you?” she asked.

“No,” I replied hesitantly, embarrassed. I couldn’t help remembering my earlier dopiness. “What?”

“How much I’d like to kiss those pretty lips of yours.” Her hand drifted up to rest under my chin. “Would you mind very much?” I stared at her, wide-eyed. Just a few hours ago I might have recoiled, but gosh, was she pretty. I had more than half a mind to actually let her do it.

“You— you wouldn’t tell anybody, wouldja? I mean—” She laughed a little, shaking her head, and pressed a finger to my lips.

“We won’t tell, pinky swear.” She came in slowly, and I could smell her perfume: musk and powder and elegance. Maybe Chanel no. 5, I thought distantly, the instant before her soft lips met mine.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lula Lisbon
• Release date: Sep 10, 2013
• ISBN: 9781301292219

Lula Lisbon

Lula Lisbon is published in Rachel Kramer Bussel’s "The Big Book of Orgasms" and D.L. King’s "She Who Must Be Obeyed: Femme Dominant Lesbian Erotica."She was featured on the Sex With Timaree and Wholesome Addiction podcasts for her work.When not hunched over her laptop, Lula spends her time reading voraciously, drinking craft beers, bicycling, and perfecting her pole dance moves.Visit lulalisbon.wordpress.com to contact Lula.Find Lula on Facebook: facebook.com/AuthorLulaLisbonFollow Lula on Twitter: @LulaLisbon

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Backseat Fast Girls

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Dotty, order up! Buddy hollered. Dammit, where is that fool girl… Dotty? Dotty! His yelling was interspersed with a frantic ringing of the countertop bell, as if the place were on fire. I finished fixing my lipstick and shoved the case back into the pocket of my waist apron. I hoped he hadn't seen me inspecting my reflection in a dark car window, but how's a girl supposed to earn any tips if she looks a complete mess? I'd been scrimping and saving every penny, but it would still be another year at least before I had enough to go to secretary school.

Geez, Buddy, cool it, I said as I skated up, executing a neat half-moon stop. I'd perfected the move because I liked the way it made the short circle skirt of my uniform flare out, but we'd just gotten new uniforms last week with little satin bloomers instead of skirts. Not quite the same effect, but still pretty neat. It was a move I usually saved for when I was flirting with some dreamboat, but if it buttered him up for half a minute, it'd make my life just peachy. Don't go ape, I'm right here.

He muttered something around the unlit cigar in his mouth that sounded like You won't be for long, you keep this up, but I made like I didn't hear him. It was my birthday today, after all, and even if Buddy was going to be his old grump self just like always, I wasn't about to let him spoil my day. I balanced the tray up on one hand and delivered it to the car in port number five. I set it down on the car-side tray-table with a smile, making sure the couple didn't need anything else before I glided off.

Despite Buddy's fussing and cage rattling, the drive-in lot at the Nomad Diner was only half full. The dinner rush was already mostly over, and I'd been on my feet for