Cherry Red Lipstick

The amount of makeup she’s wearing is highly unusual. Although she looks great, you can’t ever remember her in more than lip gloss.

Her cherry red lips curl into a friendly smile. “Hi Nick!”

“Hi Carrie. How are you?”

“I’m great, Nick. I found a little restaurant down the street. It seems like a good place to chat.”

You follow Carrie out making small talk.

You enter into the restaurant. The hostess is gorgeous. She’s tight, tan, with long legs and ice cream scoop breasts.

She seats you at a table with a nice view of the street.

As you sit, Carrie licks her lips. “Did you see the tits on her?”

You are confused.

Carrie giggles. “I suppose the cat is out of the bag. Nick, the reason we never worked is because I’m a lesbian.”

Her comment doesn’t help your confusion. You know she’s not a lesbian.

“Since when?”

“Pretty much always, I guess.”

“Can I ask when you first slept with a girl?”

“Naughty boy. It was about a week ago. I went to my good friends makeup party and got a free makeover. Afterwards, I thought Betsy looked so good in the makeup, I just had to have her. I have to admit, I was kind of hoping you could get me free samples.”

“How could I get you free samples?”

“The Company makes the makeup. You really didn’t know?”

“No, it’s only my second day.”

Her story only serves to confuse you more.

“Carrie, you’ve got a little food stuck to your lip.”

You dab your lips with the napkin.

She copies you.

“No, still there. Let me get it.”

You reach over and wipe her lips. With some difficulty you manage to get most of the lipstick off.

You sit back.

“So you were telling me about sex with Betsy.”

Carrie looks confused then horrified, then confused.

“I’m...I’m...not gay. It’s that lipstick! It has to be that lipstick. Oh my god, I ate out Betsy!”

“Slow down, Carrie. You think the makeup did this?”

“Yes! It must be **** or something.”

“And, it totally changed your personality?”

“Nick I didn’t just think a was a lesbian, I really was!”

“That’s scary.”

“No, Nick. What’s really scary is how much I want to go to the bathroom and put another coat on.”

“Somebody needs to stop them.”

“Do you think we can? We could just run.”

“We?”

“Nick, you just saved me from...you just saved me. As far as I’m concerned we’re a couple again, if that’s ok with you.”

You nod. Now do you go back or run?