... 'forced' Isn't Exactly The Right Word, But It'll Do!While involved with my first boyfriend after college, I realized that I missed some experiences that I shared with my college roommate. Yes, girl on girl, hot, but another story! I missed the closeness and the cuddling, before and after, but I really missed kissing with both of us wearing lipstick. (It feels MUCH more wonderful than it looks afterward!) I missed it enough that I just had to do something about it. So, I started wearing a heavier coating of lipstick to disquise what was coming next.
Several weeks later, as we were preparing for bed, I touched up my lipstick. I had picked that night because he had a hard day and was more tired than normal. I wanted to be in charge. So, we cuddled up and I started gently kissing him. I placed my kisses very carefully on his lips and gradually had shared my lipstick with him. I commented that I'd gotten some lipstick on him and made to wipe it off, but all I really did was wipe off the excess so that his lips were perfectly shaped and covered. (Yes, for those that are interested, it was a lovely shade of red.)
Now that his lips were prepared I could hardly contain myself. I started slowly grinding myself into his groin. When he started to reach for me and take over, I grabbed his wrists and pinned them down beside his head with the weight of my shoulders. He let me and got distracted by my breasts (or visa versa) and started kissing and nibbling on my nipples. After a bit, he noticed that my nipples were the same shade of red as my lips and started to comment. I stopped him with a full-on kiss, no more gentle teasing, while continuing to hump his groin. Before too long, we both had come. I loved the slick feel of his lipstick while kissing. It was enough to drive me over the top. He still didn't fully realize what had gone on, but we continued kissing as he settled down and realized that it felt a lot different.
After a bit, I took a wash cloth I had put in the drawer of the night stand, picked up a mirror (also positioned in the drawer) and wiped the excess lipstick from around my mouth. I then proceeded to wipe the area around his mouth, but, like mine, left his lips alone. When done, I re-did my lipstick, then, looking him straight in the eye, proceeded to re-do his. He started to protest, but my look got hard and he allowed me (See! It wasn't forced!) to touch up his lips. At this point, as I wanted the color and not the mess, I carefully blotted my lips and helped him do the same. I don't know when he finally dropped off, but I slept like a baby.
Rowena68 41-45, F 12 Responses 6 Jul 14, 2011