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had always had me panting like a mesmerized dope. She dug in
the box I’d indicated and drew out a long, black wig and a makeup container I’d
paid little attention to in the past when the girls and patrons would come in
here for theme-party costumes. Melanie set the wig aside then flipped the box
lid open and set it on the desk at my hip. I got a glimpse of eyeliner pencils,
an array of glittery eye shadow and rouge powders, fake lashes, brushes and a
rainbow selection of lipsticks.
    “You’re not going to be a clown, silly. I’m going to turn
you into the hottest chick this side of the Ohio River. You’ll have every
lesbian out there drooling over you.” She flipped open a tube of tan liquid
stuff and started spreading it over my forehead, nose and cheeks. Her fingers
were tender pads of pressure and wispy circular motions over my skin, which
came to life at her every touch. The hair on my head stood on end and my
eyelids grew heavy as she worked on me.
    I tried to ignore how she stood to my right with one leg
between mine, practically straddling my right thigh to get in close to her
subject. She hummed as she went to work, her eyes sparkling as she studied me
and painted my face as if she were touching a brush to canvas.
    Yes, in a matter of twenty minutes or so, I’d become her art
project, and though I usually got off on taking charge in a relationship, there
was something about her manner with me that made some odd sense of surrender creep
up from my soul.
    “There.” Melanie leaned away and studied her work. “You look ¼ Wow, you look just gorgeous.”
    I snorted and rolled my eyes. My face did indeed feel as if
it had been caked like a clown’s. “Right.”
    “No, really.” She reached for a twirl-up tube of lipstick in
cherry red and drew it around my lips. Next she smoothed my hair back and
positioned the wig on my head. The itchy heaviness of it suffocated my scalp.
    “Wow.” She gave me a once-over from wig to lips to breasts
and back again. It seemed a hot laser gun had zapped me all over, and my
nipples tented out under the silky fabric of my dress yet again. Here gaze took
exaggerated note of it. “You like it, don’t you? You’re getting all turned-on,
I can tell by the way your nipples are pebbling against your dress.”
    I gasped and looked down at the offending “pebbles”. “Uh,
no, it’s just cold in here.”
    The melody of her sudden laughter filled my ears like a
soothing song. She slid her arms around me, her legs still straddling mine, and
pulled me into a tight embrace. Areolas grazed over areolas, arms encircled
femininity and soft curves. Her perfume filled my lungs and the scent of her
clean hair teased my nostrils. Now that she had moved in closer, I could feel
her pussy lips pressing on top of my thigh. Her panties were damp, her juices
soaking through the fabric and onto my skin.
    She pulled in a sigh to calm her chuckles and turned her
head to kiss my cheek, just a friendly pat, I’m sure.
    But I had turned my face toward her at the same time and our
cheeks merged, the corners of our lips meeting ever so slightly.
    “Leslee ¼ ” Melanie
whispered, panting. “I-I ¼ ”
    I stiffened but didn’t push her away. “I’m sorry, Mel, I
didn’t mean to—”
    Her mouth was on mine before I knew what her intent had
been. Melanie kissed me like no other woman before her. She slid her hands up
between our breasts and held my face in her palms, as if she adored me to
pieces. Her mouth was a wet haven of tongue and smooth, full lips devouring
mine. She moaned into the kiss, and suddenly we were both clutching each other
as if there were no contests or tomorrows or yesterdays.
    Just now.
    Just the two of us.
    I dragged her up closer and her warm pussy dragged along my
leg. She whimpered at the contact, and it was then that she became brave and
closed one hand over my aching breast. The sensations that bombarded my body—my
mouth and tongue, my leg, my breasts, the skin of