Lipstick Lesbian Tales #4: Plain Jane
TWO WOMEN IN MAKE-UP PLAY! Jane and Becky couldn’t be more different. Jane prefers a tomboy lifestyle as a personal trainer while Becky enjoys a glamorous life as a make-up artist. One night in their apartment, Becky reveals her desire to apply Jane’s make-up. Jane protests, but soon succumbs to Becky’s lesbian flirtations. What does it take for Jane to satisfy her friend’s advances?
Includes: cunnilingus, double penetration, ff, lesbian, lingerie, makeup, make-over, perfume, sixty-nine strap-on, transformation, wig
Print Length: 19 pages
Type: Standalone Story (For Men & Women)
Price: $2.99
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Lipstick Lesbian Tales #4: Plain Jane (Sample)
Friends for most of our adult lives, Becky and I lived together for more than a year. We did everything with each other: eating meals, exercising, and double-dating. Until she moved out last week. We couldn’t be more different and maybe that was the problem.
I’m a tomboy and personal trainer at a neighborhood gym. I prefer a simple style, mostly yoga pants and camis, sometimes a t-shirt. I wear my blonde hair in a bob cut. I lean a little to the nerdy side, so I also sport horned-rim glasses. My roommate thinks I look ridiculous in them, but I like their retro style.
Becky leads a more glamorous life as a make-up artist at a local boutique. She dolls herself up any chance she gets by donning high heels, tight mini-skirts, and elaborate make-up. I think she overdoes it a little.
Anyway, a few weeks ago something unexpected happened. It was a Friday night and neither of us had a date. We cooked tacos for dinner, opened our first bottle of wine, and then washed the dishes. After eating, we settled into the couch to watch a scary movie. After uncorking our second bottle of vino, turning the lights off, and experiencing a few jump scares, we got silly.
Becky took another sip of merlot as the killer in the movie moved on his prey. Tension filled the room as we waited for the murder. As the blade descended we both screamed and then laughed hard. Becky composed herself and then announced drunkenly, “Jane, why are you so damn plain?”
I paused the video and turned to her. Her intoxicated comment wounded me, but I said calmly, “Plain? Says who?”
She placed her glass on the coffee table and answered, “All the guys down at the gym. They say it all the time.”
“Really? Am I that plain?” I shifted into a cross-legged position thanks to my years of yoga training.
She giggled a little and said, “Well, I don’t think you’re plain just a little unrefined.”
“Hmm. I never thought of myself that way. Do other people really say that?” I frowned.
“Maybe. I mean it wouldn’t hurt to try it out sometime.” Her statement sounded vague, and I didn’t know what she meant.
“Try what sometime?” I said.
“You know, getting dolled-up. Even when we go out on dates, the guys always fawn over me because of my tight skirts and lashes.” Through the dark, I saw her wink at me.
I frowned again and said, “I don’t think that’s true. I get plenty of attention.”
“That’s not what I’m saying. I know guys like you. You’re a beautiful woman,” she paused a moment, drank another sip of wine, and added, “It’s just I always wondered what you’d look like dressed to the nines.”
I frowned once more and defended myself by saying, “I dressed up for Natalie’s wedding.”
“Ha-ha. Sort of. I mean you wore a dress, but that’s about it.” She took another gulp of wine.
Defensively, I stated, “I don’t like make-up. I look clownish in it.”
Becky laughed and said, “If I applied it, you wouldn’t.”
“Maybe.”
In a flash, Becky bolted, turned on the lights, and said, “Hey, I have a great idea.”
“What?” Suspicion crossed my mind as my eyes adjusted to the brightness. Becky’s great ideas never impressed me.
She ran into her room and returned with her Nefertiti wig and a make-up bag. She blurted, “Let’s forget the movie and play dress up like we’re teenagers.”
I moaned a little in protest. She laughed and punched me in the arm lightly.
“Come on,” she said. “It’ll be fun. Maybe if it goes well, we can hit a club or something instead of sitting here watching trash like spinsters. It’s Friday, for god’s sake.”
“Yeah, that’s true. It is Friday and we should do more. Okay. Fine.”
Becky jumped up and down in excitement.
After settling down, she placed the wig on my head carefully, tucked stray hairs underneath, and examined her handiwork. She looked over both sides of my head. After checking to see if it sat level, she readjusted the headpiece.
“There,” she said as she took a step back. “Perfect,” she added.
She stared at me for several seconds.
“Can I look now?”
My words broke her trance. She grabbed the mirror from the table and said, “Sure. I guess I’m finished.”
To Be Continued…
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