LipstickLeslee by Titania Leslee Page B

was wrong—let’s just cut our losses, and
once we get to work, we’ll just pretend it never happened. Maybe steer clear of
one another.”
    “Sure. Whatever you want, Melanie. Whatever you want.”
    I yanked open the door, stopped on the threshold. “Goodbye.
I’ll see you at work tomorrow morning.”
    “Ta-ta, Mel. See ya bright and early at the hotel.” Leslee’s
voice held a tone of barely contained rage, as if any moment she’d explode.
    But I stepped out onto the private landing of her rear
entrance and pulled the door shut behind me. There, that would stop her from
spewing any objections to the fact that I was a heterosexual woman who’d missed
a date with a man .
    So I could be in a silly contest and have mind-blowing sex
with a lesbian.
    Oh. My. Lord. What had I done?
    I dug my keys out of my bag and tromped down the stairs and
out into the parking lot. I ignored the wet snow as it caked around my ankles,
unlocked my car and climbed in. As I fiddled with the wipers and heat knobs, my
gaze rose to the outside rearview mirror reflecting the long line of windows
that spanned her loft apartment.
    I gasped. “One-way windows, my ass.” Outlined by my mirror,
Leslee stood there topless, her arms folded over her breasts and mostly
concealing them, staring out across the parking lot. She didn’t look my way.
Instead, she spun around and disappeared from sight.
    I bit my fist. That incessant tingling started in my cunt
again. She’d looked hot, delicious and I could just imagine another woman
shoving her against that window.
    I wadded my dress over my jittery belly. No, I refused to
allow the jealousy in, especially with it being a hypothetical woman making
love to the woman I’d just gotten the best sex from in my entire life.
    I had to focus elsewhere. I snatched up my cell phone off
the passenger’s seat where I’d tossed it hours ago, and scanned the screen.
“Oh, Tom, Tom, Tom.” He’d called nineteen times, left six voice messages and
texted me a dozen times. “Holy holly, I’m such a fuck-up. Not to mention a
shameful slut.”
    The tires squalled on slushy pavement as I gripped the
gearshift in my right hand and backed out of the parking spot.
    I had to find Tom and explain—no, lie. Yes, I’d just have to
come up with some lame excuse. He’d never know I’d been with another woman. No
one would ever know. With that admonition, and ignoring the fact that
Kaydee probably knew, I raced my car through the snowy streets toward the
restaurant and prayed it would still be open.
    And that Tom would still be there.

Chapter Six
    Leslee: Lovesick
     
    I kept walking away from the window and pacing back. I now
stood there naked, my nipples still hard and inflamed, and watched her tramp
through the snowy parking lot and climb into her car. Had I really just lost my
close friend, my best lover ever and my highly competent assistant all in one
fell swoop over a few hours’ span of time? I rubbed the ache in my chest with
the heel of my hand. My eyes stung and my pussy throbbed for those surprisingly
talented fingers of hers, which now fiddled with dashboard knobs. Her beautiful
face was framed by the driver’s side mirror of her car. I gasped when she
turned her head and glanced up at me over her shoulder. I detected an
expression of pain just like I was feeling, but she was too far away so I
wasn’t certain.
    Could it be ¼ ?
    I moved away, came back to the window.
    Is she just as upset and lovesick as I am?
    I used my fist to buff away the growing fog on the window
and leaned closer, planting my hands on the windowsill in the very spot where
I’d fucked her scrumptious pussy and given her her first orgasm during
lovemaking. I narrowed my gaze but she wasn’t looking my way anymore, so I
threw open the window. A blast of chilly air rushed in and engulfed me, cooling
my exposed, perspiring flesh, yet I barely noticed. Instead, I watched her. She
pecked and swiped across her phone screen before her