The Butch and the Lipstick

"Why don't you both go out to that gay bar tonight?" Emily prompted. Elizabeth looked at her suspiciously. Lamont nodded.

"Yeah, y'all need a date," Lamont agreed.

"Y'all never agree on anything," LaDonna said. "What is this all about? We never have time together at home."

"Exactly," Elizabeth said, crossing her arms.

"Look, you need to unwind. You get so uptight with all the work stress, Mom," Emily pointed out.

"I guess ..." Elizabeth said.

***

It was odd being openly lesbian, it always had been, Elizabeth thought. She was dressed up in a short skirt and made up. LaDonna was dressed in a lumberjack shirt and jeans. They both danced and made out in the safe space that was the gay bar. And then LaDonna took her wife to the restroom. She pushed her wife up onto the sink, peeling up her skirt and lowering her panties. Elizabeth moaned audibly as LaDonna started to adroitly eat her pussy. She did that so well.

"God, I love when you do that," Elizabeth said, burying her manicured nails into LaDonna's short hair. She quivered, goosebumping when she felt LaDonna's tongue on her ass. "Cumming!"

There was a knock on the door. LaDonna yelled at them to fuck off. Elizabeth smiled. She truly was an alpha bulldyke.