"Hold still."
"I am holding still. Put the bloody makeup on!!!"
"Okay, okay."
I was sitting in the front seat of my car, with Edie Jamison sitting beside me, fixing my makeup from the little box in her lap. She adjusted her glasses and felt around for the eyeshadow.
Meanwhile, I took the opportunity to pull down the mirror and inspect her work. I found myself running my hands up and down my cocoa brown skin, feeling how soft it was. Whatever Jeff used to make these faces, it worked. Ms. Cameron Henlow was a woman of exquisite posture and personality. Her face was like that of a perfectly carved Greek sculpture dipped in milk chocolate, her shoulder-length black hair filled with tiny curls. Edie's makeup gave her some blush and a bit of red on her lips, and now the eyeshadow. "There. We're ready for our first day of school."
"You complete me, love."
"Oh, I know."
Jessie leaned over and pressed her fake lips against mine. We spent the new few minutes not moving, just kissing and putting our tongues in each other.
"You think the school would mind letting your girlfriend also be your teaching assistant?"
"It's not 1993, Edie. They don't care. Still, let's not make it more than it needs to be."
I found myself putting my hands around her face. This one was an original creation, something that Jeff had been getting better at over the last couple of weeks. He'd used the same cast of Jessie's face that he'd used for her mask to make Edie's. That made it so form-fitting, I could feel the warmth radiating from her body.
"You're one sexy black girl, dear."
"You mean one sexy white girl wearing a black girl's skin."
"Maybe don't put it quite like that. It sounds...insensitive."
"Really? What about this?"
She hit the lever under my seat, causing it to fall flat. At the same time, she shifted her legs so she straddled me like a pommel horse.
"Cammy, your panties are moist. Think we have time for a little canoodling?"
Before I could answer, she stuck her thumb and index finger in my mouth. I could feel her other hand fingering my snatch.
An hour later, a student from Ms. Henlow's Social Crafts class was sent out to get her, since someone had spotted her car from the window. The boy walked up to the car and knocked on the window. How surprised he was to find a naked woman panting on top of another.
"Look, Cammy. Company."
Edie stuck her foot out and felt the growing bulge in the boy's pants. "Tell you what, sweetie. Let me take care of this, and then you tell everyone that Ms. Henlow's not here."
The boy was already unbuckling his pants by the time she finished. He jumped in, and the door slammed shut behind him.