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Lipstick Lesbian
(yet) another Alfred E. story
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If you were not born on or before this date in 1982, we can
not serve erotica to you. That means you, loverboy. But
away the Vaseline Intensive Care and go back to
www.pokemon.com
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Laurie giggled a little as she leaned into the mirror and
carefully applied a coat of bright red lipstick.
"I'm not just another lipstick lesbian," she had told Aimee
at lunch that day. Aimee was that cute little straight
girl in Laurie's psych class. And Laurie was not just
another lipstick lesbian. She was different. She was...
she was...
Laurie couldn't find the word, so she just continued with
her makeup, pressing her full lips together to make sure
the lipstick was spread across them evenly.
Laurie was going over to Aimee's dorm tonight to study for
the upcoming psych quiz with Aimee and her cousin Brad.
Freud. The quiz was all about Freud, and Laurie hated it.
Stupid sick man's psychology. Stupid sick man.
Laurie thought Freud's obsession with penises was
disgusting. Penises. Laurie couldn't figure out what was
so great about them anyway. Freud was convinced that every
woman - that Laurie - was obsessed with penises, too. That
every they hated their mothers for denying them their
father's bounty. Laurie knew it was bullshit. She didn't
want a penis. She didn't even want sex with anyone who did
have one.
Laurie guessed Aimee didn't want a penis either. Probably
didn't even know what one was, she laughed, combing her
long blonde hair. Laurie guessed Aimee had never done it.
Of course she'd never done it. Probably never even
touched one, seen one. Silly naive Aimee.
Aimee was one of those Christian girls, one of those that
thought being a lesbian was a sin, was wrong. Laurie knew
different. It was the only thing that was right, that made
sense. But Aimee was a little different from most of those
stuck Christian girls, at least. She was curious about it,
like it was an ancient barbaric custom to ask questions
about, and she knew Laurie was a lesbian, knew she could
ask her those questions. Laurie wasn't afraid to answer.
"Doesn't it bother you that you're sinning?" Aimee had
asked at lunch, "Doesn't it bother you that God hates it,
that... that..." Aimee stammered to finish, she hated to
say it, but she knew it was true, "that you could go to
hell?"
Laurie had only laughed. "I'm not going to hell because
I'm a Lesbian. If there was a God, why would he care what
I did with another woman. I mean, it's my body, I can do
what I want with it"
Aimee could tell she wasn't going to convince her, not now.
So she had tried something else. "But, I mean, what about
the prejudice? Everyone's gonna look at you at hate you.
Everyone's gonna know..."
"So? It's not like I'm just another lipstick lesbian, I'm
not this way because it's trendy. It's just how I am, I
can't change it. And if people hate me for that, that's
their problem, not mine."
Aimee had glanced down at your watch. Time for the next
class. "You're coming to my place tonight, right? Me and
Brad are studying for that quiz, remember?"
Laurie had said she'd be there, walking out of the small
cafe to her next class.
It was 8:20 now. Time to leave for the cold walk across
campus. The constant, nipple-freezing cold. But Laurie
didn't mind the walk, and liked the idea of meeting Aimee
in her room, even if that stupid Brad was there. Brad.
Who went to the same college as their dumb cousin? Aimee,
Laurie guessed. Only Aimee.
Aimee. Laurie rolled the name over her tongue. There was
something about that girl. Laurie liked her small body,
the way her face was framed with those small black glasses
that seemed to be so trendy these days, and that short
black hair, falling just above her chin, feathered at the
ends.
Laurie arrived at Aimee's dorm, and walked in without
knocking, burst into the warmth of the room full of stuffed
animals and down comforters that she'd expected.
Aimee was already poring over the textbook, sitting on the
floor with notebooks spread all over the floor. She looked
up and blinked, surprised, those small, squarish black-
rimmed glasses of hers.
"Oh. You're here."
Laurie flopped down against the bed across the books from
Aimee, taking off her backpack. "Yeah, I'm here. Where's
Brad?"
"He's not here. He just called, he's got the flu or
something."
"That's too bad," Laurie said. Secretly, she thought it
wasn't. She didn't like that stupid, slobbery Brad, always
drooling over her and staring at her well-formed breasts.
It was so absurd. Why did boys have these immature
fascination with lesbians? It's not like they had a
chance.
Without Brad here, Laurie was free to stare at Aimee's
tight little body - those smallish, but magnificently
shaped breasts.
But there was studying to be done, too.
Laurie sighed and opened up her backpack to pull out her
notes. Laurie took very sparse notes, but she figured
Aimee would probably be the kind to take lots of notes.
She was.
They had been studying for a long time, at least a couple
of hours, talking over every aspect of Freud's stupid life.
He was such a... a man. No wonder male psychologists like
him.
There was only so much Freud to talk about, and they'd
reviewed all of their class notes, so the conversation
turned to other things. Aimee was on the topic of lesbians
again. Aimee had tried to talk about other things, about
her church group, and her family, but her morbid sort of
curiosity took over.
"So, what's it like, you know, being a lesbian? I mean,
doesn't it feel icky?"
Laurie giggled at her childishness. "Icky? No, it doesn't
feel icky. I'm just like anyone else. I just like girls.
They're just..." Laurie carefully considered her answers,
her eyes roving over Aimee's beautiful hourglass figure,
her legs folded carefully underneath her. "They're just
softer and nicer."
Aimee thought this over. "I, I guess that makes sense.
But, it just seem wrong..." Then, suddenly, "what's it
like. I mean, you know... kissing a girl." Aimee said it
like she had said like had said kissing a frog.
Laurie was bored, and a little horny from being along with
the lithe young female for so long. Her eyes twinkled
mischievously, and she said, being a little seductive, and
a little silly, "why don't I show you," expecting Aimee to
scream of barf or something.
Aimee recoiled a little. "You mean?!" her voice kind of
trailed off. She was clearly disgusted by the idea. But
slowly, over an eternity, it seemed, small tendrils of the
thought seeped through her brain. The idea took hold of
her, and, almost unaware of what she was doing, Aimee
leaned forward just a little and closed her eyes tight.
Laurie was more shocked by Aimee's reaction than Aimee had
been at the suggestion. Was Aimee actually going to submit
to being kissed by a girl? Wasn't she worried about
"sinning" as she had called it?
Laurie almost forgot to take advantage of the situation.
Almost.
She leaned forward, leaned into Aimee's beautiful face and
sweet breath, and kissed her gently, ever so gently on the
lips. She could feel Aimee almost reel back.
Almost, but not.
And for half a second - just half a second - their lips
were pressed softly together, before Laurie drew back and
started to breath again, quietly.
Her lips tingled.
Laurie's lips tingled, and she knew Aimee's did, too. Knew
it, seeing Aimee's lips almost quiver, and her hand almost
fly to her mouth.
Aimee screwed up her face a little, wanted to scream,
wanted to shout, wanted to gasp, wanted to cry. Laurie
thought she made a mistake, she shouldn't have kissed
Aimee. She was too innocent, she didn't really want
kissing.
But then.
Then.
"Do... do it again."
Laurie leaned forward, her fair face against Aimee's
slightly dark one. She pressed her closed lips against
Aimee's, and held them there.
Slowly, she let her hand raise itself to Aimee's cheek,
stroked it, held it. She let her lips slowly part, and
felt Aimee's do the same, and she nuzzled her face softly
into Laurie's warm hand.
Laurie let her tongue delicately probe Aimee's lips, then
let it slip farther into the warm, moist softness of
Aimee's mouth. Laurie's tongue became it's own person,
exploring this new, reluctant territory, like an adventurer
in he Amazon. Aimee's mouth slid open just a fraction
more, and Laurie met Aimee's tongue, timid, but wanting to
be eager.
Aimee's hand raised to Laurie's cheek, mirroring Laurie's
earlier action. This kissed like this for minutes...
seeming hours.
Finally Aimee's timid tongue withdrew from Laurie's mouth,
brushing over Laurie's lips, as Aimee pulled away, her face
flushed. Laurie watched Aimee closely, trying to guess
what would happen next. Would Aimee close up, pretend like
it hadn't happened? Would she freak out, start crying?
Aimee managed to surprise Laurie again, though. She stood
up slightly, face still flushed, sat on the bed, laid back
on the bed into the opulence of the down comforter.
"I want you to show me more. I... I want you to teach me."
Laurie could hardly believe it. Was this beautiful young
creature surrendering itself to her? Laurie raised herself
to sit on the edge of the bed, and leaned over Aimee,
kissing her lightly, and pushing back that denim jacket
that Aimee always seemed to wear down over her shoulder's.
Aimee raised off the bed slightly to let the jacket slide
completely off of her body and to the floor, pushing her
firm round breasts toward Laurie to do so.
Laurie kissed Aimee firmly now, with aggression, purpose.
Aimee seemed to respond, and raised her body slightly to
meet Laurie's, pushing her chest forward until it touched
Laurie's. Laurie took this for the sign that it was, even
if Aimee didn't know it, and slipped her hand slowly
beneath Aimee's sweater, savoring every inch of hot, firm
flesh, it's beautiful curves, it's hollows and swells,
until her hand reached the cottony bra that she knew would
be there.
Aimee breathed in sharply, suddenly rising inches off the
bed. She let her breath out slowly, with a small moaning
sound, as she sank back to the bed.
"I... I want to tell you," she said, her voice a little
shaky, "This is the first time I've done this."
"I know."
"No, I mean... with anybody."
Laurie smiled. She knew. "I know." Laurie gave Aimee a
reassuring kiss on the cheek, then other hollow behind her
ear, now sucking on the earlobe. Now moving down the neck,
across the throat to the other side, down the shoulder,
hidden partially by the sweater.
Aimee again raised of the bed again, letting Laurie guide
the sweater over her head while Aimee started to unbutton
Laurie's blouse, to Laurie's surprise.
The sweater came off, exposing that delightfully caramel
skin, with every graceful swoop and curve, culminating in
the two hills, constrained by the lacy bra. Laurie reached
down and deftly unclasped the front clasp, thinking to
herself how any guy would be stuck here, fumbling
awkwardly.
The bra fell way, revealing two beautifully formed breasts,
upturned just a little to face Laurie. Free of the bra,
the nipples begin to raise against their pink islands, and
Laurie put her mouth to one, then the other feeling them
harden between her lips like small cherry blossoms. She
kissed around Aimee's breast, feeling the supple cushions
give slightly, both yielding, but firm, as Aimee put her
own hands to Laurie's plentiful breasts, still bound behind
her black bra.
Laurie's kisses lowered, traversing the gentle sweet up
Aimee's torso, across the wonderful curve of her belly,
where Laurie planted a deep lipstick kiss over the navel,
flicking her tongue in and out, and drawing it teasingly
down to the forbidding line of Aimee's trendy dark blue
jeans.
With every button that Laurie undid, another inch of those
white cotton girl's briefs she liked so much revealed, the
heady scent of a woman's desire coming through now, filling
the room. Laurie drank it in and let it roll around in her
nose, in her mouth, now sliding the jeans down past those
graceful hips, past the elegant legs, past the feet that
the shoes had already been kicked off of, revealing the
darkened spot on the dampened panties.
The scent began to fill the entire room. Even Aimee could
smell it, and she knew what it was, what it meant. She
knew it and she loved it, loved that her body, which she
had guarded so carefully, was so free now, so given to this
woman who guided her through this beautiful journey.
Laurie smelled it, too wanted to be buried in it. Laurie
smelled it at wanted to taste it, to consume it all, to
carefully lick up the remains, but still the panties
prevented her. She looked up, into Aimee's eyes, not
knowing how much Aimee wanted, how thorough of a lesson she
wanted to be taught, hoping she wouldn't draw a ling. But
Aimee's eyes exuded only passion, desire, maybe even love.
Laurie slid the panties off, the seductive scent coming in
a wave now. Laurie longed to bury her face in the dark
forest of glistening hair, to feel the hot juices beyond,
but knew better. She let her tongue play, make a long,
slow lick from the ver bottom, the depths of Aimee's slit
to the top, eliciting a pleasure only a woman could give.
Aimee shuddered, Aimee moaned, and Aimee throbbed, pulsed,
and wanted. Aimee wanted so much and knew so much more
know, and felt so much, every hair raising itself, every
fiber of her body taught with pleasure, electrified.
Laurie could sense Aimee's pleasure, and used her tongue to
play Aimee's sex like a master violinist with a
Stradivarius. She licked up and down, sucking with her
lips at times, backing off when she sensed Aimee's moaning
grew almost ultimate, and Aimee widened her legs to
accommodate Laurie's probing, playful tongue.
Aimee knew pleasure now, but Laurie knew it better, and
would share it. She unzipped her own pants, and slid them
and the black silk panties off together, revealing her own
glistening light forest, wet and becoming matted with
desire.
Laurie brought her hips to hovering just fractions of an
inch above Aimee's, feeling the tickle of the dark hair
intermixing with the light. It was now that Aimee fully
undid Laurie's bra, bringing them breast to breast, nipple
to nipple.
Laurie let hips sink the final space, feeling her own mound
press against Aimee's virgin hill. Their every piece of
skin touching now, it seemed, legs intertwined, hands
entangled in hair. Aimee raised her hips, pushing the
forward, thrusting sensuously in compliment to Laurie's
slow rotation, pushing her firm rear off of the bed.
In both naked bodies now, sweat beading and skin aflame,
the nerve ending buzzed, screamed in pleasure, as both
girls, both women moaned in absolute delight, this riot of
the senses.
And then, it could be contained no more. Aimee almost
screamed in pleasure, as Laurie tried to quiet her with a
final, desperate, deep kiss. It was as if every nerve in
both of their bodies snapped, every muscle tensed and
released, with a perfect, passionate grace, as Aimee did
cry out, and Laurie bit her lip and felt those familiar
shudders again, more powerfully now then she knew they
could be.
Laurie body trembled and she sank into bed next to Aimee,
who couldn't stop her rapid breath, not for minutes, when
she drifted into the most contented sleep she'd known,
lying there in Laurie's arms.
Laurie herself watched Aimee's for nearly an hour before
dropping to sleep, peering at the perfect lipstick kiss
around the indentation of Aimee's navel.
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Here it is (was) my second story. I think my "voice" as an
author came through a lot better in this one, which I think
is a good thing.
I realize I may have misused the term "lipstick lesbian"
for my own devious literary purposes. I hope I didn't
offend anyone.
As with my last story, and comments are greatly
appreciated, especially good ones, but especially bad ones,
because then I'll know what I need to fix. Email any rants
or raves to AlfredE65@hotmail.com
Oh, and is it just me, or does the Microsoft word thesaurus
suck? And I'm not just talking about those words that are
so hard to find synonyms for, too.
Another thing. You know, the problem with stories with two
girl characters? They both use the same damn pronoun. I
had to go through and take out half the "she"s and "her"s,
so you could tell who was doing what to whom.
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