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1306798Backseat Fast Girlshttps://www.gandhi.com.mx/backseat-fast-girls/phttps://gandhi.vtexassets.com/arquivos/ids/1164378/cd9600dc-2244-4871-ad4e-23d77eae8805.jpg?v=6383375172750700006161MXNLula LisbonInStock/Ebooks/<p>1956 is the golden age of pretty young carhops, and Dotty is no exception. Its her birthday, but she couldnt have guessed just how swell a turn her special day would take when two dangerous-looking cats pull up in a souped-up hot rod. Dottys always been a nice girl. Will she really toss her reputation to go play back seat bingo with a couple of fast dykes who want to give her one to grow on?</p><p>EXCERPT:</p><p>You ever had grass? asked Sir, taking out a hand-rolled cigarette from an inside pocket and lighting it up. I hadnt, but I wasnt about to look like a wet rag in front of these two.</p><p>Sure, I said breezily, accepting it and taking a drag. I coughed, but it wasnt too bad. I even liked the taste of it; sort of earthy and pungent. The act of smoking it with them made me feel like the bees knees.</p><p>I could feel where her fingers had brushed mine when she handed over the cigarette, and I was suddenly aware of Miss Lizs thigh pressed up against mine. I shifted a little, breaking contact, but she moved it right back. When she took a drag, her lipstick left an imprint on top of the one Id made, and the sight of it made me feel a little giddy. She saw me looking and smiled slowly.</p><p>You know what I thought when I first saw you? she asked.</p><p>No, I replied hesitantly, embarrassed. I couldnt help remembering my earlier dopiness. What?</p><p>How much Id like to kiss those pretty lips of yours. Her hand drifted up to rest under my chin. Would you mind very much? I stared at her, wide-eyed. Just a few hours ago I might have recoiled, but gosh, was she pretty. I had more than half a mind to actually let her do it.</p><p>You you wouldnt tell anybody, wouldja? I mean She laughed a little, shaking her head, and pressed a finger to my lips.</p><p>We wont tell, pinky swear. She came in slowly, and I could smell her perfume: musk and powder and elegance. Maybe Chanel no. 5, I thought distantly, the instant before her soft lips met mine.</p>...1295443Backseat Fast Girls6161https://www.gandhi.com.mx/backseat-fast-girls/phttps://gandhi.vtexassets.com/arquivos/ids/1164378/cd9600dc-2244-4871-ad4e-23d77eae8805.jpg?v=638337517275070000InStockMXN99999DIEbook20139781301292219_W3siaWQiOiIyZWZkNTg0YS1iMmI0LTRmYzItYTM4MS0wMzBhNjY0ZTNlYWEiLCJsaXN0UHJpY2UiOjYwLCJkaXNjb3VudCI6MCwic2VsbGluZ1ByaWNlIjo2MCwiaW5jbHVkZXNUYXgiOnRydWUsInByaWNlVHlwZSI6IklwcCIsImN1cnJlbmN5IjoiTVhOIiwiZnJvbSI6IjIwMjItMTEtMjlUMjE6MDA6MDBaIiwicmVnaW9uIjoiTVgiLCJpc1ByZW9yZGVyIjpmYWxzZX1d9781301292219_<p>1956 is the golden age of pretty young carhops, and Dotty is no exception. Its her birthday, but she couldnt have guessed just how swell a turn her special day would take when two dangerous-looking cats pull up in a souped-up hot rod. Dottys always been a nice girl. Will she really toss her reputation to go play back seat bingo with a couple of fast dykes who want to give her one to grow on?</p><p>EXCERPT:</p><p>You ever had grass? asked Sir, taking out a hand-rolled cigarette from an inside pocket and lighting it up. I hadnt, but I wasnt about to look like a wet rag in front of these two.</p><p>Sure, I said breezily, accepting it and taking a drag. I coughed, but it wasnt too bad. I even liked the taste of it; sort of earthy and pungent. The act of smoking it with them made me feel like the bees knees.</p><p>I could feel where her fingers had brushed mine when she handed over the cigarette, and I was suddenly aware of Miss Lizs thigh pressed up against mine. I shifted a little, breaking contact, but she moved it right back. When she took a drag, her lipstick left an imprint on top of the one Id made, and the sight of it made me feel a little giddy. She saw me looking and smiled slowly.</p><p>You know what I thought when I first saw you? she asked.</p><p>No, I replied hesitantly, embarrassed. I couldnt help remembering my earlier dopiness. What?</p><p>How much Id like to kiss those pretty lips of yours. Her hand drifted up to rest under my chin. Would you mind very much? I stared at her, wide-eyed. Just a few hours ago I might have recoiled, but gosh, was she pretty. I had more than half a mind to actually let her do it.</p><p>You you wouldnt tell anybody, wouldja? I mean She laughed a little, shaking her head, and pressed a finger to my lips.</p><p>We wont tell, pinky swear. She came in slowly, and I could smell her perfume: musk and powder and elegance. Maybe Chanel no. 5, I thought distantly, the instant before her soft lips met mine.</p>...9781301292219_Lula Lisbon4cec86ca-cdec-33a9-ba45-8f7193145037_9781301292219;9781301292219_9781301292219Lula LisbonInglésMéxicohttps://getbook.kobo.com/koboid-prod-public/smashwords_level45-epub-71c4c07b-836a-42dc-acfa-6b0fefafcb61.epub2013-09-10T00:00:00+00:00Lula Lisbon