Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By Jeneee

I was woken from a juicy, erotic dream early on Friday morning by the telephone ringing frantically beside my bed. The little girl I was babysitting had been laying on her tummy sprawled out on the floor in front of me watching her favourite show on television, short, yellow dress not quite covering her cute, plump butt, revealing loose, pink panties which had gone askew from her squirming, leaving one of the puffy lips of her vulva peeking out at me – can you picture that, dear reader? – I thought you might be able to. (Insert sly wink!)

It was as I was in the process of kneeling down beside the little sweetheart, about to re-adjust her panties for her – giggle – that the telephone dashed my hopes of even letting my fingers briefly caress that sweet lip, as it cruelly woke me up with a start. Damn! Yawning, I reached over and lifted the receiver gently to my ear.

“Hello. This had better be good. I’m still asleep,” I managed to say. This was met by a chuckle from the caller whom I immediately recognized as my manager at the restaurant.

“Sorry, Gloria. I know you worked late last night but we just had a call from Robert. He’s not able to do his shift on Sunday afternoon – some kind of family emergency – so I wanted to catch you as soon as I could to see if you can cover for him. I know it was supposed to be your day off, and that it’s really short notice, but I can offer you time and a half if you can help us out. Plus you can have Saturday off instead, if you like.”

She really sounded desperate. I groaned. But I could use the extra money, that was for sure. “I guess I can manage it,” I replied half-heartedly. “What time do you want me to start?”

I heard a sigh of relief. “Can you come in at 11:30? And stay through the dinner hour? Please?” my manager asked, almost begging. I agreed, hanging up the phone and pulling the blanket back over me intending to snuggle back to sleep again to see if I could resume where I’d left off in that dream. But just as my eyes were closing something caught my attention and I jerked up again, staring at the white thong I had left hanging over the back of the chair on the other side of my bed. Then I remembered. There was a chance that some part of my dream might actually turn into reality after all.

“Damn,” I said out loud. I’d invited Kayla and Amanda to come over on Sunday afternoon to see if the thong I had painstakingly altered for the little girl would fit her. I’d have to call them and reschedule. Wanting to catch them before they left for school and work – at least, I assumed Kayla worked – I forced myself out of bed again to look for their telephone number that I remembered I’d written down on the backside of the sales receipt for the thong. After a brief search I found it and punched it into the phone’s key pad.

“Hello, is that you Sylvia?” someone answered.

“Er, no, this is Gloria. Remember me? We met at the mall last weekend and I took home the thong you bought for your daughter to see if I could adjust it for the little girl – Amanda’s her name, if I remember correctly. You were going to come over to my place on Sunday to see if it would fit properly. I’m sorry to call so early but I wanted to catch you before you all left for the day because there’s been a change of plan.”

There was a brief pause, and then, “Oh, yes, hi Gloria. This is Kayla, and yes, I do remember. I’m so sorry. I thought you might be my girlfriend, Sylvia. She is supposed to call us this morning to let us know how she is feeling. She just got out of the hospital yesterday and we’d invited her to come over for dinner tomorrow if she was up to it. So much has happened since we met you that I almost forgot about our appointment. In fact Amanda had thought all along that you were coming here to fit it, so I’m so glad you called. She’s been so looking forward to seeing you again”

And so was I. But now there seemed to have been a communication problem. “Well, I’m glad I caught you then. I just got a call from work and I have to go in now on Sunday so I won’t be able to see you. But I have made some adjustments to the thong and I wondered if you might be free on Saturday instead so that Amanda could try it on to see if it fits her,” I suggested, hopefully. “And I’m so sorry to hear about your girlfriend. I hope she’s going to be okay.” There was a pause for a second and then I could hear Kayla calling out to Amanda telling her that her thong was ready for her to try on, followed by a screech from the little girl at the news that it was me her mother was talking to.

“I guess you heard the reaction from Amanda when I told her you had her thong ready,” Kayla laughed. “She told me to invite you over for dinner tomorrow and bring it with you. As I mentioned we’ve also invited Sylvia and her sister, along with Kimmie who is her sister’s thirteen year old daughter. Amanda and I met them at the hospital when we went to visit my girlfriend last weekend after the accident. It was the first time Amanda had met Kimmie and they hit it off right away. So, can you come? It should be a fun party, I promise,” she giggled.

“Yes, I’d love to,” I replied after a moment’s thought, once again picturing the young girl trying on her new thong, and maybe, just maybe with an audience too, I thought smiling devilishly to myself. “What time should I get there?” I asked.

“Come early if you like, Gloria. We’ll probably eat around six but any time in the afternoon is okay.”

I thanked her, said goodbye and rolled over once more, but since I was now wide awake I decided to head for my shower where my fingers soon found their way to my wet pussy which had easily become aroused at the vision of the little girl with her new thong snugly adhering to her. Not that my dream hadn’t also got my juices flowing.

Saturday couldn’t come soon enough for me and work at the restaurant seemed to drag that Friday. Eventually, however, it was time for me to get ready for the fun dinner party Kayla had hinted at and since I wasn’t sure what to wear I settled on the pretty yellow dress I’d had in my closet for several months, one I rarely wore due to my busy work schedule and my limited social life over the past year. Feeling a bit daring I also wore one of my own cute thongs instead of panties, subconsciously wanting to have something in common with Amanda I suppose. I styled my hair, put on lipstick and a trace of eye-liner and blush, and then giggled to myself as it began to appear as if I was getting ready for a date – with a sexy looking ten year old. I chose a bottle of red wine from my small wine rack, slipped the white thong into my shoulder bag, and left the house at just after three since Kayla had suggested I come early. Wasn’t I eager? I thought to myself, laughing as I backed out from my driveway. Ten minutes later I arrived at their two storey house, parked in their driveway and rang the doorbell.

I immediately heard footsteps racing to the door which was quickly opened by a smiling Amanda who greeted me with a hug and a “can I try it on now, Gloria?”

“Let the poor lady come in, you eager little beaver,” chided Kayla who had followed her daughter to the door. “Honestly, remember your manners, Amanda.”

Looking a trifle guilty the young girl apologized and helped me off with my jacket while Kayla accepted the bottle of wine I had brought with a smiling thank you. Amanda closed the front door behind me and eyed the small shoulder bag I was carrying with her precious thong inside, barely able to refrain her enthusiasm. Together they walked me down the hallway to a cosy looking living room and we all sat together on a comfortable couch. “I’m glad you were able to come early,” Kayla said. “At least Amanda can try on her thong without an audience,” she laughed. “Although I’m sure she wouldn’t mind if the whole world was watching,” she added, smirking at her daughter as she ruffled her hair.

“I don’t mind if Sylvia and Kimmie see, but her mom’s a grump so she’d probably have a shit fit,” Amanda blurted out.

“Amanda!” Kayla scolded. “Watch your language!” I wondered what this mom was really like. I guess I’d find out soon enough.

“Would you like a drink, Gloria? Or shall we deal with this impatient little devil first,” Kayla asked. I looked at Amanda’s eager face and smiled at her as I reached inside the bag to pull out her new thong.

“I guess that answers that question,” Kayla laughed as Amanda quickly stood up and without any sign of embarrassment lifted up her skirt and pulled down her panties, throwing them on the couch, leaving her pretty and now so naked pussy at eye-level in front of me. I couldn’t take my eyes off her sweet, puffy lips staring me in the face, so soft and plump looking, so deliciously provocative. She put her hands on her hips and swivelled them a little, jutting out her mound toward me, giggling at my reaction – if indeed you could call my staring motionless at her pussy a reaction.

I gulped. “It’s a shame to have to cover you up,” was all I could manage to stutter as I sat there dangling her thong in my fingers. “You are so beautiful…there,” I added, finally tearing my eyes away and glancing up to look into her mischievous-looking face smiling slyly down at me.

“Well, let’s see if it fits,” she giggled, “then maybe you can uncover it again,” she added teasingly. Who was I to argue with such a suggestion? She daintily lifted a leg so that I could slip one foot and then the other into the lacy, white thong as I knelt down in front of her and slowly started to slide it up her slim legs until it finally reached that delicious juncture between her thighs. This was the moment I had been dreaming about for several days now and I wasted no time snugging the shiny thong against her pussy and then raising the tiny waistband I had created over her slim hips, feeling the narrow band floss gently between the firm globes of her well formed ass cheeks. It was a perfect fit.

“Oh, it looks so beautiful on you,” Kayla told her daughter, leaning down the kiss the young girl on her forehead as Amanda slid her hands down to pat her vulva and enjoy the way her new thong tightly cupped her pouting pudenda.

Amanda looked down at me as I stared fixedly at her, pleased with the way my efforts had turned out. Then she quickly threw her arms around my neck and hugged me tightly to her, my face pressing against her soft, warm flesh. “Thank you so, so much, Gloria. It’s so perfect; and I can hardly wait to show Sylvia and Kimmie when they get here – and I don’t even care what Lynne says,” she added with a pout.

“Lynne?” I asked.

“Oh, she’s Sylvia’s sister, Kimmie’s mom. And she’s a bit of a poop,” Amanda explained with a frown. So, now I knew the mom’s name and for some reason something twigged in my mind but I quickly shrugged it off.

“Now, now, sweetie,” Kayla scolded her daughter. “She’s just not used to our open lifestyle. And Kimmie is her little girl so she’s just being protective, that’s all.”

Before Amanda could respond, however, the doorbell rang. “They’re here,” she screeched, and she quickly let her skirt fall back into place and started to head out of the room running toward the hallway.

Kayla called out to her to slow down, but to no avail. Shaking her head she sat down beside me, poured us both a glass of wine and thanked me again. I noticed Amanda’s panties which the little girl had tossed onto the couch in her haste to try on her thong and reached over to grab them. “What shall we do with these?” I asked, dangling them between my fingers.

Kayla laughed. “Nothing,” she replied, winking at me. “Just leave them there and let’s see what happens.” Something told me the party was just about to begin. But was I in for a shock.

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