Forced Perspective

Nichole got up first, making a point of starting the motion be rocking back and trapping his hand under her bottom for a second. Then she pivoted to be able to face away from Jacey. She exaggerated the motions of standing up, and included a small pause, as if needing a moment to catch her balance, while bent forward at the waste, leaving her mostly exposed butt in front of him, right at his eye level. It was only for a moment, but even if he didn't realize she was being flirty, it was still enough of a tease to stir his arousal.

She prolonged the teasing by making sure she would be in his way if he tried to get up as she found a new reason to bend over. Again bending from the waist, she collected their cell phones from the coffee table. She didn't think they would be doing any more selfies, but there was no need to leave the phones behind, and she had a fun reason for her to pick them up. She passed his phone back to Jacey without turning around, making sure he was paying attention to her, and hoping he was enjoying the show.

With that done, Nichole stood and moved a little to the side. She then turned to offer Jacey a hand up, which he accepted. Instead of letting go once he was on his feet, she took him, hand in hand, back to the bathroom.

Since this was only a touch-up session, Nichole did something different. She made it specifically about lipstick for Jacey.

"Lipstick is a powerful tool for women," Nichole started the lesson. "The eyes and mouth are the most important features of the face, the ones that get the most attention when people look at each other. By applying lipstick and other products to the lips, you can shape them to change people's focus. Fuller lips are considered more sensual. The more brighter colors bring more focus to your lips, which are physical, a part of the body that is used for... physical intimacy."

Jacey nodded.

"Watch this," She instructed before setting to work on her own face. She removed all of her lipstick and cleaned up around her eyes. She then turned back to Jacey.

"If you look at my face, notice how my eyes stand out," Nichole said as she brought her hand up by her face without gesturing to any specific part.

Her lips were full, but without makeup they were pale and didn't stand out much from the rest of her face. Her eyes, on the other hand, were dark and and noticeable. Next she took a tissue and draped it over her face like a veil, covering her eyes.

"And without my eyes showing, I have almost no expression. I am less real," Nichole explained. "Now see what happens with a little lip gloss."

Jacey received a full lesson on painting his lips. He was given a primer on the different types of lip makeup, and how to apply them, but the lesson was focused on three key points. Shaping, color selection, and the application . He practiced some applications and removing lipstick under Nichole's watchful eye.

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True to an earlier prediction toilet breaks were called for. Nichole went first, waving Jacey out of the bathroom until she was done. Then they switched. But before he let Nichole back in, Jacey took a moment to very deliberately paint his lips in the style of his own choosing. When he was done, he called her back in.

Nichole opened the door to find Jacey standing in the middle of the bathroom in a flirty pose. His robe was more than half open and he was standing with his ankles crossed. He had one hand behind his back, and the other at his face with a single finger raised. That finger was just touching the corner of his lips. His lips that he had painted a dark pink, with a little outlining for shading to make them appear more full, and that he had added a coat of gloss to. He had a small pout puckering his lips while his over all expression was one of being nervous.

"Oh, my, god..." Nichole gave a happy squeal. She crossed the small space between them, reached out to take Jacey's head in her hands, and pulled him in to a deep kiss.

He put his arms around her and kissed her back to the best of his ability. He couldn't really concentrate however. Nichole's kiss, and her body next to his, was sending his blood supply south. He was excited by her kiss, and her body against his, and under his hands. He tried to hold her close, but his hands started to roam. One hand traced the strap of her bra across her back. The other hand slid down her back, discovering and following the line of her thong until he cupped her butt.

Nichole felt his hand caressing her bottom cheek and moaned with desire into the kiss. At the same time, she rolled her hips against Jacey. That spurred him on a little more. He pulled her a little tighter against himself and squeezed her butt. His fingertips closed as his grip tightened, teasingly close to her sensitive opening.

Nicole broke the kiss with a gasp. She was on the verge of moaning and asking for more, but then she saw Jacey's face. His eyes were closed in concentration, almost looking as if he was in pain. And his lipstick was now smeared wantonly around his mouth.

"Jacey..." She hissed his name as she fought to control her own desire. She leaned her head back and used her arms to pull his head in close and hug him around the shoulders. "I'm so sorry. You just looked so cute and sexy that I couldn't hold back."

"I don't mind," His voice was a little horse with his own excitement as he held her tightly.

"I'm glad to hear that," Nichole said honestly. "But I don't want either of us to get hurt by rushing things. Let's just take our time to be friends for now. We'll practice makeup and dress-up, and share movies and stuff. We have time, so let's be safe and sure. Alright?"

"Alright," He agreed with a nod that rubbed his face against her breasts.

Nichole moved her hands to Jacey's shoulders and took a small step back out of the embrace. Feeling his hand letting go and sliding off of her butt gave her a small, sad thrill. She liked the feel of his hand on her, but being let go so easily was a bit of a disappointment. She liked to enjoy the physical pleasures that came from two people touching, and she liked to be desirable.

With a little space between them, she was able to look Jacey in the face once more, and felt the urge to laugh.

"Oh, Baby," She managed before a giggle escaped. She used her hands on his shoulders to turn him towards the mirror as she got her giggles under control. "Look what we've done to your makeup."

Jacey looked at his reflection, and at the mess his makeup had become. It was only Nichole's bright smile beside him that kept him from feel bad about it.

"Oh damn, Jacey," Nichole said in a husky voice that made his manhood twitch even as she moved to stand behind him and press her breasts against his back. "You look like you have been a naughty girl in the men's room." She pointed specifically at the ruin that had become of his lipstick.

Jacey paused, examining his reflection. What Nichole said had been unexpected. From her voice, and the way she was holding him, he realized that Nichole was excited by the idea she had voiced. His body shivered as that thought settled into him.

"Let's get cleaned up," Nichole said when she let go of him. "I don't want to keep you too late on a school night. We don't want to make your parents to have a reason to keep you from coming over."

"No," Jacey agreed.

"So, now we'll go over how to remove makeup," Nichole gave him a smile as she set to work.

Nichole explained everything she did as she removed all of his makeup. She was deliberate in teaching him the reasons why she was going through each step. Including a good skin cleanser applied from his hairline down onto his chest. Because she had used makeup on his chest to help give an illusion of cleavage earlier, she wanted to make sure they got it all off. Jacey agreed that it would be a bad thing if his mother discovered makeup inside his shirt or on his bed sheets because they didn't get it off now.

Nichole actually had him remove the robe and tank top so they could get all the makeup off. Having him naked except for the loose satin shorts gave her a another thrill. It was also a guilty pleasure that she took advantage of having him so exposed. In applying the skin cleanser to him, Nichole spread it down his chest far enough to run her hands over his flat breasts and to feel his hard nipples. Once she was confident that all the makeup was removed from him, she directed him to take a shower and left him along in the bathroom.

Jacey did as he had been told and took a shower to finish washing away the makeup removal products, and the smell of makeup in general. He had turned to the shower and started the water as soon as Nichole had told him to take one, and when he heard her leave he dropped the loose shorts he was wearing to the floor and stepped under the spray without hesitation. When he was finished and opened the shower door to get out, however, he realized that the bathroom door had been left open.

He felt a moment of panic then, at the thought of being caught naked. But then he dismissed his worries. He trusted Nichole. And on the off chance that she wanted to see him naked, he didn't mind the idea all that much. He knew he wanted to see her naked after all.

Once done with the shower, and not knowing what else to do with the robe and pajamas he had been wearing, he dropped them in the laundry hamper. He redressed in the regular clothes he had worn when he had left home that morning. After spending the day in soft pajamas and feminine makeup, he could clearly smell his own sweat on his boy clothes. Once he was redressed, he ran his fingers through his hair and looked in the mirror.

The girl was gone. He didn't see Jacey looking back at him. He saw Jason, himself, standing in the mirror looking normal and boring. He looked just like he did any other day, and just like any other day he was going to wondered if his parents would even take notice if he did something different.

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Nichole saw Jacey off with a hug and a quick peck on the lips. She watched him peddle off on his bicycle, and when he was out of sight, she made sure her door was locked before hurrying to the bathroom. She was giddy with how the day with Jacey had gone. She was also glad that she had been able to have so much fun with him, and was thankful that she had been able to keep her self control. But now she was home alone. She was free to relax her self control a little, and she knew exactly what she was going to do.

She and Jacey had both been thrilled to orgasm when they had been playing. She had seen the evidence in the pajama shorts he had been wearing. Nichole went to the hamper and found those same shorts. With her trophy in hand, she retreated to her bed, where she could enjoy the scent of him as she touched herself and brought herself pleasure to the point of release.