Chapter 20

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I WAS just sitting on the sofa but I felt hot at the kind of look that Barbie was giving me.

“I’m not a saint either, Lestine. I am fragile. And like what I said, you look gorgeous in my eyes. Your beauty caught me from that night.”

I was not nervous when she openly confessed to me as if she was confessing her love to me. I just never thought I would have an impact on a woman.

She sat up and then avoided looking at me.

“I didn't know I was like this, Lestine. It started around my elementary days. I found myself I’m not an ordinary gender. Until my mom had the opportunity in Thailand. We went there after my father’s burial. When I was there, I finally realized that I was not an ordinary woman.”

At that stage, I looked at her.

“I'm attracted to girls. I don’t know if maybe I like how they wore, how they move, their faces. Everything. I’m asking myself if I’m an ordinary human being.” She looked at me as if to say I might have misled her for her confession. I just returned her gaze but not what she was thinking. “I'm sorry if I admit this to you. Please don't think I approached you because I want something from you.”

I sat back down and held her hands. “No. I’m fine. I understand. It went the same on me. Like you, I am also not an ordinary woman. So, it's impossible for me to like Bellevera—I mean Zeke.”

She gave me a startled look because of what I had revealed to her. Disappointment and shock also changed her face.

“You mean, you are a lipstick lesbian!”

My eyebrows arched at her exaggerated remark. “What do you mean by that?”

"Lipstick lesbian means, they are lesbian but wearing usual lady-like."

I nodded at what she said. I didn't know that was my lesbian identity. All I know is being a lesbian is that a woman wearing a man’s clothes and acting like a man.

"Welcome to the club!" She hugs me after her congratulatory speech.

When she broke her hug with me it was as if we were even closer to each other. The two of us lost our shyness until we gradually became comfortable.

She was yawning while I was still freely telling her about my college life. But of course, I didn’t even mention the things between Brent and me. When maybe we're super close to each other.

“You must be sleepy. I will continue tomorrow.”

He shook her head. “No. It’s fine.”

We are both now sitting in the carpeted part of the living room, Indian-sit while I hold a pillow. She got up, went to the kitchen, and when she returned he had two beer-in-cans on both hands. She laid it on the center table and then went to the kitchen again when she came back bringing some snacks.

"These will help us fall asleep."

"Yeah, I guess so."

She opens one of the beers and handed it to me. She also opened for herself. "Do you want to explore as a lesbian lipstick?"

I could almost drink half the beer first before answering. I haven't been able to drink that in a long time. My manager always restricts me because she doesn't want to ruin my figure. One or two beers won’t hurt, right? "How?"

“Try me, Lestine. Give yourself on me and we will find out together.”

Probably due to the effect of the beer, she would talk like that but she didn't look drunk. Her eyes were looking at me seriously and it started to get puffy.

I just followed her stare until the television came to turned on and seemed to recap the censored scene of the movie we were watching earlier.

“Let’s start imitating that. I don’t want to be your first woman. I know I'm not perfect. I'm not beautiful, sexy like you. I’m not even a gentle, like any other woman.”

I shook my head in disbelief. “No. I’m fine. ”

She pulled my hand and held it tightly as her eyes were already focused on the movie and her free hand was already sipping the beer.

I got a little hot because of the movie until it was at its climax.

I felt her release my hand. I pretend I don't notice her and my eyes are just focused on the movie even though I am aware of what will about to happen to us.

I didn’t feel ashamed. I felt excited. Contrary to how I felt about Bellevera. Curiosity filled my mind and my whole body. I didn't realize that Barbie was staring at me.

“B-Barbs..” My voice started to tremble.

She even put her forefinger to my lips just making me stop talking.

I THINK I was surrounded by some kind of spirit when I felt that I was responding to Barbie's kiss on me. Her lips were so soft, also the sweetness of the taste of her tongue as she hooks it inside my mouth that I had never enjoyed that kind of kiss. I felt Barbie raise my hand to land on her right bre*ast. I could feel how warm and soft she was. Her npples already ercting as I start some circular motion around beneath her shirt. She wasn’t wearing a brassier.

I gasped when I felt her hand near my legs. Creeping and flirting. A soft moan came out of my mouth as she starts exploring my body. When she lifted the hem of my dress I did not complain, I even helped her with what she was doing.

Groping, in a hurry and we were both excited about what we will do next. My hips lifted as she left a kiss on my neck. I think that was marked because I could feel her sucking every hard and wet kiss she left.

My breathing slowed as I felt Barbie sniff my neck. Her free hand was already crawling on my underwear. I even moaned a few times when she ran her finger over my entrance. I spread my thighs even more and let her play with the little flesh there.

I moaned as she simultaneously played with the crown of my bre*st. She was like a toddler thirsting for milk. She doesn't seem to mind leaving a drop of milk. Her tongue played with the crown which increased my breathing and made my growl louder. The way she played both of my aching bre*st makes me go wild. I feel like I'm going crazy with what she's doing as well as with my feminity. With so much gusto I almost didn't know where to rest my head. The static emotion and ecstasy build on my chest feeling that I might become alive and wild.

The same intense she made for me when she started to put her fingers inside my undies. I could feel how warm her fingers down there poking my entrance. I felt I started to get moist or becoming wet. When I felt her insert her finger I became even more ecstatic, spreading my legs wider and giving her a chance to explore my feminity.

At that moment I could think of nothing but the relish of what a woman was doing to me. But I prefer if I do that to the woman and make her happy. But for now, I want to study and learn everything first from her.

I savor everything that she did to my body. Until she pushed the center table so we could both lie down freely. She slowly made me lie down. Her kisses continued down my stomach until she hit my pus*y’s soaking wet. She pulled down the cloth that covered the scene she was looking for. She bowed slightly while holding both my knees.

I simply got up to peek at what he was doing until the whole room was filled with my moans because of what she was doing to my body. The fire turning me more and more. The heat filled my stomach down to my pu*sy.

I could feel her hot and wet tongue playing with my tunnel. Licking around my entrance, concentrating that bulge meat. Occasionally, she swallows that small flesh and then spits it out with more suction. With great pleasure, my butt is raising and goes with each stroke of her tongue.

That was probably the best one-night stand I’ve ever tasted.

I was held in her hand when I felt I was about to reach the peak of my climax. My body shivered and I started to tremble after the fire, tingling sensation. The orgsm she’s giving me is superb.

"Don't," she said not to stop what she was doing.

I just closed my eyes until I felt the juice flow into my tunnel.

I got up to make for us to change position and I will do that with the same intense feeling. She took off her shirt and quickly grabbed both my hands so I couldn’t move and fight with her. I just followed her as he stepped on top of me and I could feel our two bre*sts rubbing against each other. That friction making awake my lib*do, makes me alive again. Longing and looking even something more.

Until I felt something enter my tunnel while her lips remained to kiss me.

I looked up to see that. Because maybe he has s*x toys, d*ldo or whatever. But that enters is hot as if it were not a toy.

I was so shocked when I saw that something had already entered inside my pu*sy.

She pushes hard enough that I scream in pain. Breaking my pu*sy. I wasn’t prepared for what she did. I feel like it's too huge and fat just to occupy my whole tunnel.

“Fck, Lestine! You are so tight! Ah!” She screamed in so much pleasure when her Bonner reaching the end of my v****a.

I could hear she’s moaning loudly. I just closed my eyes and couldn't move when she grabbed my two arms again. She moved faster, violently, thrusting deeper upon my entrance.

Why didn't she told me she got an operation? She looks very feminine. She has a chest, not that much bigger, she has a very feminine voice also and I didn't notice she has an adam's apple. Did she lie to me being a woman?