Lipstick Lebos 2 by V.A. Gyna

Chloe wants Rachel & her to look up the butch stare clerk to thank her properly and find out what she can teach them about lesbian lifestyle.

Lipstick lebos 2

Chloe is outraged when a butch store clerk makes a pass at her, however when she and her BFF Rachel get to her house she suddenly find Rachel attractive and vice versa. Next morning after a surprise night of glorious girl/girl SEX. Chloe wants Rachel & her to look up the butch stare clerk to thank her properly and find out what she can teach them about lesbian lifestyle.

Genre: FICTION / Romance / Erotica

Secondary Genre: FICTION / Lesbian

Language: English

Keywords: BFF, Girl Love, Lesbian, Bisexual, attraction , california girls, college students, cunnilingus, explicit sex, friendsgirl love, graphic sex, homosexual experimentation, oral sex, orgasm, sex, sex buddy

Word Count: 8000

Sales info:

Fairly new, Not pushed.


Sample text:

After finally locating a parking place for my little BMW sports car in the jammed full Newport Fashion Island parking area, Rachel and I headed for the Gap.
The minute we walked in I grasped Rachel’s arm and whispered in her ear. “Look at her. She really is ugly.”
Rachel whispered back, “No, she's not. She's cute. It's her grungy, gothic getup, all black with black nail polish, blackened eyes, black lipstick and stringy black hair that's ugly.”
“You’re sure?”
“I’m positive.”
“But look, she’s pudgy.”
“It’s her baggy goth clothing. I agree her clothes are ugly but she’s not. Yesterday in her wife beater shirt and camouflaged pants she had a darling figure. She just has no fashion sense.”
“She did for us. She helped me pick out some darling things. You too. Why doesn’t she pick out clothes for herself like she did us?”
“Who knows? Do you still want to take her to lunch?”
I nodded. “More than ever.” I sauntered up to Lexi and stuck out my hand out. 'Hi, you probably don't remember me, but I'm Chloe and this is my girlfriend, Rachel. You h—”
“Of course I remember you; I helped you and your Rachel yesterday.” She shook my hand. “My name is Lexi. I see you're wearing one of the outfits I sold you yesterday. Your friend too, but I don't remember the skirt.”
“That's because I gave it to her.” I glanced around and spoke low, “Lexi. Can I ask you a personal question?”
Lexi frowned. “What kind of question?”
Making sure no one was interested in us, I continued. “We both want to know if you are…you know—”
“Queer?”


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Portuguese
Already translated. Translated by Vitor Silva
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