Lipstick Lesbos 2

By V.A. Gyna

After finally locating a parking place for my little BMW sports car in the jammed full Newport Fashion Island parking area, Rachel and I headed for the Gap.
The minute we walked in I grasped Rachel’s arm and whispered in her ear. “Look at her. She really is ugly.”
Rachel whispered back, “No, she's not. She's cute. It's her grungy, gothic getup, all black with black nail polish, blackened eyes, black lipstick and stringy black hair that's ugly.”
“You’re sure?”
“I’m positive.”
“But look, she’s pudgy.”
“It’s her baggy goth clothing. I agree her clothes are ugly but she’s not. Yesterday in her wife beater shirt and camouflaged pants she had a darling figure. She just has no fashion sense.”
“She did for us. She helped me pick out some darling things. You too. Why doesn’t she pick out clothes for herself like she did us?”
“Who knows? Do you still want to take her to lunch?”
I nodded. “More than ever.” I sauntered up to Lexi and stuck out my hand out. 'Hi, you probably don't remember me, but I'm Chloe and this is my girlfriend, Rachel. You h—”
“Of course I remember you; I helped you and your Rachel yesterday.” She shook my hand. “My name is Lexi. I see you're wearing one of the outfits I sold you yesterday. Your friend too, but I don't remember the skirt.”
“That's because I gave it to her.” I glanced around and spoke low, “Lexi. Can I ask you a personal question?”
Lexi frowned. “What kind of question?”
Making sure no one was interested in us, I continued. “We both want to know if you are...you know—”
“Queer?”
I looked at Rachel. “Do people even use that term anymore?”
Lexi slid over between us. “How would she know. I'm the one who said it.”
“Are you?”
“What's it to you?”
“If you are...never mind. Do you have time to meet us for lunch?”
Lexi glanced at the wall clock. “You want to take me to lunch? Why?”
“We'll tell you that at lunch.”
“Okay, there's a hot dog and burger place around the corner. Order me a Suicide Dog with curly fries and a large iced tea. I'll meet you there in fifteen minutes.”
Rachel frowned. “What's a Suicide Dog?”
Lexi snickered. “Their name for a dog with everything: mustard, relish, onions, chili sauce and sauerkraut.”
“Sounds more like a Heartburn Dog to me,” I ventured.
“You'd think so, but it's pretty good.”
Rachel grabbed my hand and said, “Okay, Suicide Dog, curly fries and iced tea coming up. We'll see you their in fourteen minutes.”

• Language: English
• Publisher: New Dawning Books
• Release date: Jan 20, 2017
• ISBN: 9781370606931

V.A. Gyna

V.A. Writes about young and unrequited erotic obsessions from her home in Southern California.

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Maidenhead Publishing

Presents

Lipstick Lesbos

Two

A Short Story of Sapphic Attraction

By

Dee Dawning

Copyright©2012 Dee Dawning

Published by

Maidenhead Publishing

An Imprint of

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Part 1

The morning sun filtering through plantation shutters woke me. At first I didn't remember where I was, but a quick scan of the room revealed I was in my best friend, Chloe's bed in her bedroom. Gradually, the events of the previous day unfolded in my mind. I glanced at Chloe. Uncovered from the waist up, she was beautifully naked, a smile of contentment on her lips.

I too, was naked, so the fact that Chloe and I were both naked and I had slept in her bed—something I'd never done—confirmed the things I remembered were not from a dream, but memories—wonderful memories of sex with my BFF—my best friend forever.

I laid a hand on one of Chloe's perfectly formed breasts and squeezed. Chloe, Chloe, it's ten o'clock. Wake up.

Chloe opened her eyes half way and said, Wa-fur.

I squeezed her half-hard nipple. Because it's a beautiful new day and I want to celebrate it with my best friend and lover.

Chloe rolled on her side, rose up on her elbow and rested her chin in the palm of her hand. We were lovers?

Not were lovers. We are lovers.

Chloe's free hand wandered over to one of my breasts and stroked it. Good, that means I get to play with your breasts.

It means a lot more than that, babe.

I know. It means I get to do all kinds of fun things to you like suck your clit and lick your pussy—

And I get to do that to you, too!

Of course.

Suddenly, Chloe's stomach growled. Excuse me. Rachel?

What, sweetheart?

Did we eat last night?

I giggled. You mean besides each other?

Chloe laughed. Yeah, besides each other. You taste really good, but you're a few calories short of a good meal.

No, I got so involved with what we were doing I didn't even think of it.

So did I, but now I'm starving.

Me too. Let me go into the kitchen and make us something.

Chloe sat up and shook her head. "I don't think so. All I have here is snack food and cereal and I'm really hungry."

Well, go into the main house and get some eggs and bacon.

Chloe's voice grew whinny, I don't even have pots and pans. Lover girl, I don't know how to cook.

I sighed. The life of the privileged class.

I'm sorry. I just never learned, since we have a cook. Are you disappointed in me?

Chloe scanned my nakedness as I slipped out of bed.