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The Tale of a Lost Lipstick by Peggy Sue
The lipstick came rolling across the floor. Linda picked it up. She
could see by the alternation of guilt and wistfulness on Lenny's face
that he must have dropped it. She held it for a minute to see if he
would come looking for it. Instead he turned away and walked out of the
room.
Linda saw and smelled that it was an expensive lipstick. She opened it
to see it was a rich reddish pink. Surely it would be missed!
Linda and Lenny had never spoken though they'd exchanged looks for
years. Linda was a pretty woman with a sinuous body that was suggested
rather than revealed by her loose and attractive clothing. When she
danced, no one could miss her loveliness. She wore no makeup or jewelry,
letting her loveliness speak for itself. Men hit on her constantly but
she was weary of sex and doubtful of anything else.
But Lenny intrigued her. Any other man who had been staring at her for
so long would have hit on her and been dismissed. But Lenny had been
content to stare silently. Linda had been staring too. So she took the
lipstick to Lenny's door and knocked.
When he opened the door she was standing holding up the lipstick with a
pixie question on her face: "Yours?"
Lenny held the door open: "Won't you come in? Perhaps we can share a
coffee."
Linda left the lipstick standing on the coffee table and never mentioned
it. The coffee was excellent. After a half hour of light conversation,
she got up to go.
A week later they chanced to meet in the street. This time the light
conversation flowed easily, and Lenny invited Linda for another coffee.
When she entered his flat, the lipstick was still sitting on the coffee
table. She picked it up and opened it, to be sure it was the same one.
She put it back. Lenny said: "I left it there to remind me to talk to
you again." An awkward silence followed. Lenny left the room and
returned a few minutes later with coffee. Linda sipped her coffee in an
attractive silence, waiting. Finally, he said: "I've been wearing
lipstick, privately, since I was a little boy. That one is a favorite."
Linda knew she could have asked him to try it on for her. She was sure
that would be a mistake. She picked it up and opened it again. "I never
wear makeup. I've never felt I needed it. Perhaps I've been missing
something." The rest of the conversation was light and inconsequential.
Linda phoned a few weeks later: "Can I come by? I have something to show
you."
She had made herself up in the most minimal way possible: A drop of
invisible concealer here and there; the lightest of eye shadows; a touch
of brown mascara; nude lip pencil. The effect was ravishing and Linda
knew it. When Lenny opened the door he was entranced. "You see what
you've got me doing?" was all she said.
This spoke volumes to Lenny who was weary to death of women's rigid
attitudes towards his fascinations. Some had called him fairy or sissy
and refused to relate. Others had feigned acceptance and tried to 'cure'
him. Still others had told him he was a transvestite, had bought him
bras and panties, and tried to dress him as a woman. Lenny knew he
wasn't a fairy and he wasn't a transvestite, though those might be good
things for others to be. He was what he was. It didn't have a name yet.
If it had a name, just plain Lenny would do. Linda seemed to get
something of this.
They expressed none of this in words. Both had a distrust of words. They
expressed none of it sexually. Both had a distrust amounting to a near-
horror of sex. But they began to share dinners and dances, music and
walks.
More importantly, they began to share makeup.
Linda was nearly ignorant. But she was a girl. So she could walk freely
in drugstores, department stores, and salons. She could easily find
those things Lenny could find only with difficulty. She often took Lenny
with her. In the drugstores, they handled every item together, with a
constant flow of conversation. In department stores, he seldom spoke.
She constantly queried his face, buying only what he wanted. In the
salons, she bade him sit and watch her beauty treatments, explaining his
presence simply with: "My boyfriend likes to watch me get pretty."
She sought out many renowned makeup artists. Some taught her things
about her beauty. Lenny reveled in all of it.
Linda questioned Lenny closely about his own needs, and made sure that
every topic that Lenny wanted elucidated was discussed. She tried many
looks, some dramatic, some artful, some minimal. She always returned to
the minimal, using only the barest of tools to bring out her own natural
beauty.
When Linda bought new makeup, she brought it immediately to Lenny's
apartment. She left it there so he could try it on in private, never
wanting to be a voyeur on his privacy.
She only wore the most minimal looks herself.
And so, gradually, without ever so much as having kissed, they grew to
love each other. Each of them felt it happening, and welcomed it.
Neither ever spoke of it.
Finally, it happened one day that Linda came to Lenny's house wearing a
classic red lipstick quite unlike her usual looks. Lenny could smell its
rich perfume when he opened the door. She held her lips up to his:
"Here, taste."
Lenny tasted. He drank deeply, though it was the lightest of kisses. He
nearly swooned. The heady perfume of the lipstick was his very favorite,
as Linda knew, the same as the one he'd originally dropped long ago.
This was her way of opening the door to his kisses. Lenny drank again,
more firmly this time. They were almost in a trance together. During the
evening of dinner and walks, Linda touched up her lipstick many times,
and each time Lenny drank.
At the end of the evening, Linda said: "Please take me to your bed. I
want to lie down together." She wasn't being euphemistic about wanting
sex. She wanted to mingle breaths and bodies as they lay together,
stretched out in a full-body hug. They formed spoons - he in front, she
in the rear. They fell asleep.
After this, Linda wore the red lipstick often. They didn't live happily
ever after, but they did it together.
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