Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

Lovey Dovey

By eloquent delinquent

Before they get back to Cassidy’s house, a layer of overcast starts to roll in from the sea, making the late afternoon sunlight hazy and golden. Nicole’s come to associate this quality of light with Lake Michigan and being cold, but here in northern California in high summer, it just means a gentle, refreshing breeze and relief from the last of the day’s heat. It just makes everything look prettier.

They roll into Cassidy’s broad front yard together, with Cassidy dismounting her bike with the same daredevil grace that gets her on it.

“Oh man I can’t wait to go back,” she says as soon as she brings the big bike to a halt.

The other girls agree whole-heartedly. “So fun!” exclaims Lena. They recount their favorite moments from the pool.

Fawn keeps casting darting glances at the house. It’s so distracting to the others that their chatting comes to a halt, and there’s an awkward pause before Fawn realizes it’s because of her. When she figures it out, she shrinks into herself a little and makes a lopsided, guilty smile.

“What is it?” Cassidy asks.

“Is… Is your mom home?”

“Well, it’s after six, so… duh. Yeah, she’s home.”

Fawn nods, looks down.

“You know, you can be with me even when she’s home. I’m sure she’d be cool with it, you’ll see.”

She nods again, furtively. “Yeah, I know, she’s nice. I just, I’d be so nervous and stuff. It’s your house, it’s not like…” she glances at Nicole, then says, “you know.”

Cassidy runs her hand through her wild shock of chestnut brown hair. She frowns a little, clearly disappointed, but she suddenly collects herself and saunters over to where Fawn is still straddling her bike. “Okay… but I’ll see you on Friday, and everything will be just right.”

Fawn smiles, relieved at being understood, accepted. “Yeah! For sure.”

Taking Fawn’s hand and swinging it affectionately for a second, Cassidy says, “Until then, think about it, wallflower.”

She leans in and plants another exaggerated, forceful kiss on Fawn’s cheek, and the coltish subject of her affections twists her toe in the gravel as she receives it, smiling in happy embarrassment.

When Cassidy seals the kiss with a hearty ‘smack,’ she draws back with a smug little grin. That look turns to pure surprise when Fawn ducks in and pecks her right on the lips.

Fawn giggles, delighted with herself. Cassidy just slowly goes, “Hey…”

“See you, Cassie!” Fawn calls brightly, and mounts up.

As the girls ride down the driveway, Cassidy waves weakly at them, dumbstruck.

Her reaction is a source of amusement all the way back to Lena’s house. Nicole finds it neat but kinda weird, too. It’s almost like Cassidy and Fawn act like they’re boyfriend and girlfriend, but they’re both girls. It’s super cute, though, even if she doesn’t quite get it. And Fawn seems so content as she pedals, her eyes kind of sleepy and a little kitten grin on her face. Her braid is still wet and leaving a big dark spot down the back of her khaki Scout top.

Nicole looks over at Lena, and for a second imagines the two of them acting like that, Lena teasing her and holding her hand and kissing her in front of everybody. And somehow that makes her recall that moment in the pool, the smooth softness of Lena’s warm body wrapping against the curve of Nicole’s back, weightless in the cool water, the breath of her whisper tickling her ear.

A hot, happy sensation flashes up from where her little puss works against the seat. Nicole’s front wheel wobbles, and she seizes control of the bike quickly and self-consciously, hoping neither of them noticed.

They arrive at Lena’s and put their bikes in the narrow side yard, between the stucco wall and the wooden plank fence, then Lena waves them around back. Her backyard is just normal-sized, but they have a jacuzzi under a little wooden what-do-you-call-it, pergola, back there. The girls head to the sliding glass door and Lena heads in, pushing the big curtain aside as she does.

Nicole’s the last one in, and even though it’s only a matter of seconds she’s still managed to miss whatever has Lena nearly doubled over laughing. Fawn just has the fingertips of one hand to her mouth, blushing brightly. Nicole peers around her, trying to see; the other two girls have stopped just steps into the living room.

On the couch, Lena’s mom Sophie is sitting very straight, visibly trying to regain her composure. She’s changed into this robe since they left for Hanna’s, a silky one with colorful birds all over it, and at the moment she’s cinching the sash tighter around her waist, glancing from one girl to the other. Once it’s secure she starts gathering her thick, loose dark hair behind her head.

Nicole’s mom is nowhere to be seen. But somewhere in the house, she hears bare feet on the wood floors, and then a door shut.

Sophie clears her throat. “Is it seven already?”

Lena eases her chortling long enough to tell her, “We got done a little early. We didn’t even really swim.”

“Well I guess you did, didn’t you?” She glances around, as if looking to see if something is missing. More to herself she mutters, “I wish Tammy would remember to text when she’s done.”

Lena slips over to the couch and sits down right next to Sophie, almost hip to hip and telling her, “It’s okay, it’s just funny!”

“You might not think so if it were you, young lady,” Sophie says.

“It’s okay Mom,” Lena soothes, leaning against her mother and giving her a cuddle. “Everything’s fine. Nobody hardly saw anything. Did you see anything Fawn?”

Fawn’s hand lowers and she answers, “I don’t think so,” in this tiny tiny voice.

“How about you, Nicole. Did you see anything?”

She shakes her head. “Nuh-uh.” She wonders what she might have seen, what was there to be seen. What did she miss?

Nicole looks around the room, trying to figure out what just happened. There’s an empty bottle of wine on the side table next to Sophie, and a couple of mostly empty wine glasses on the coffee table. But the table’s been pushed so far away from the couch that they’d practically have to crawl over there to get their drinks. She sees Mom’s sandals near the corner of the sofa, just kind of haphazardly tossed there, which is weird because Mom really likes those sandals. The room is kinda stuffy and it smells funny. Not bad, but like some unusual incense was burning or something, although it’s not smoky at all. It’s kind of nice, actually. It’s just strange.

But now everything is back to normal. Fawn scoots over to a big armchair that Nicole suspects is one of those vibrating massage chairs, and sits down. Nicole follows her and kinda perches on the arm next to her. Sophie looks mollified now, and is picking around the side table, looking for something. Without a word, Lena snaps one of the hair ties from around her wrist and holds it out. Sophie spots it, plucks it from her daughter’s fingers, and reaches back to secure her hair, turning to Lena and giving her a fond smirk.

“This is damp,” Sophie remarks, “I thought you said you didn’t go swimming.”

“Well no,” Lena replies, “we just stayed in the shallow end and like splashed around and stuff. But that was after Katie gave us the lesson thingie.”

Lena’s mom cocks her head, processing. “But you didn’t take your swimsuit.”

A supremely cheeky smile crosses her ten year old face, eyes twinkling, as Lena says, “Didn’t need it.”

Frightened and a little ashamed by her friend’s admission, Nicole blurts out, “Hanna gave her one to wear.”

Lena just waggles her shoulders playfully and adds, “Still didn’t need it!”

Sophie makes a dramatic gasp, “So it was just a bunch of nudie cuties splashing around? Oh wow that sounds like fun! Just like at the river!”

Fawn giggles and says, “That’s just what Katie said!”

Sophie holds her hand to her forehead and makes like she’s concentrating really hard. In a robot-voice she announces, “BRAIN SHARE.”

Everybody laughs, even Nicole, because it’s kinda true. All the Scout moms seem to be linked on a nearly magical level, the Mom-radar is especially strong here.

Sophie looks at Nicole for a long moment, then turns back to Lena and asks, “Did anything special happen?”

“Nah, we just goofed around. Hanna said she’d help Nicole and me when we start learning to swim. Fawn and Cassidy were acting really super cutesy-pie, though.”

Hands clapping her cheeks, eyes wide, Fawn protests, “Nooooo…” but it’s barely a squeak.

Sophie just says, “Neat! I hope you were all polite to Tammy, so she’ll let Hanna invite you back.”

Lena gushes, “Tammy’s so awesome, she chose me to help her, then we made punch and sandwiches.”

“She chose you, huh? No wonder you like her so much.”

Lena blushes and wiggles and squeezes her eyes shut and confesses, “I just can’t help it!”

Her mom cups her chin and kisses her right on the tip of her nose, then leans her forehead against hers in almost the lovey-dovey look. She murmurs, “No one expects you to, sweetheart.”

Nicole hears bare-footed steps slapping their way down the hall again, and then Mom comes into the living room, brushing her wavy brown a hair a little anxiously.

“Hi girls,” Mom says, weirdly chipper.

“Hi, Mrs Embry,” Lena and Fawn say in unison.

“Hi Mom.”

“Did you learn a lot today?”

Nicole can’t put it into words, so she just nods slowly.

“Wonderful,” she says, distracted as she meets Sophie’s eye, putting down the hairbrush.

“Your face is all pink,” Nicole observes.

“Oh,” Mom replies, straightening and touching her cheek. “It’s the red wine.”

Nicole nods again, but more slightly. Mom drinks plenty of wine at home, and she doesn’t get all flushed. Mom takes a second, clearing her head. She looks over at Sophie, with Lena pressed against her, and gives her a guilty little grin.

Then she blinks, turns to Nicole. “You’ll have to tell me all about it. Is your bike next to the car?”

“We parked them on the side of the house.”

“Go ahead and bring it around,” Mom tells her as she sits and starts putting on her sandals. “Auntie Roo will have your sister home and Chinese on the table in just a little bit, so we gotta head out.”

“Are you okay to drive?” Sophie asks. Nicole thinks she has a point, Mom does seem a little unfocused and wobbly.

“I’m fine. I am glad I didn’t let you open that second bottle, though.”

Sophie grins, and with a slow blink tells her, “Next time.”

For some reason this makes Mom pause before she smiles in this very strange way and says, “Okay.”

Lena and Fawn get to their feet at the same time as Nicole, who says, “Bye Sophie.”

The young mother reaches out a hand, and Nicole steps forward to take it in hers. “Bye bye, honey. I guess I won’t see you on Friday, but you’ll be there on Sunday for sure, right? To plant the trees?”

“Yeah,” Nicole replies, unable to control the edge of excitement in her voice about that.

“All right. You know there’s a potluck picnic after, everybody brings something.”

“Yeah, Katie told me.”

“I might bring it myself,” Mom announces, “if I can arrange the time.”

“Oh, that’d be nice,” Sophie says, “I’m sure the other mothers would love to meet you.”

Mom nods, and she might look a little nervous.

Nicole keeps holding Sophie’s hand, looking at her and kind pursing her lips because she’s nervous, too. When Sophie raises a shapely, inquiring eyebrow, the ten year old asks, “Could you talk to Tender Katie for me? I don’t wanna be pushy or anything, but it’s been like two weeks already, and you don’t need to tell me how fun the Scouts are any more ’cause I already like ’em and what we do together. July’s almost over and I still haven’t joined.”

Sophie’s face goes from friendly to kinda serious; she’s so easy to read, just like her daughter. She asks, “Have you told Katie this?”

“No…” Nicole answers slowly.

“…because you didn’t want to be pushy,” she finishes. Nicole shrugs, glances at her own Mom. She looks touched, this little sympathetic pout is starting to show.

“I can’t say anything for certain,” Sophie says finally. “There’s still some stuff that needs to be sorted out. But I can tell you for certain, that conversation is already happening. And you should know by next week.”

Nicole lets out this big breath, and seems to shrink about an inch. She didn’t realize how uptight she was until she got the answer.

“Thank you, Sophie.”

She smiles. “You bet. Now you girls go on and say your goodbyes, and we’ll see you out front in a few minutes.”

As soon as the three girls are out the door, Lena zooms forward and grabs Nicole’s hand, almost skipping she’s so excited. Her face looks like fireworks.

“Did you hear that?! Did you hear it?”

“Yeah,” Nicole answers, kinda being a bummer to counter Lena’s giddiness, “She just told me I have to wait even more.”

Lena waves her hand as if to slap that away. “That’s just something they say. What she just told you is you’re almost in! Sophie likes your mom, too, I can tell. Like she said, next week. Next week!”

She’s actually hopping up and down, she’s so happy. Fawn is kinda bobbing in time, picking up the spirit, and Nicole feels her own toes wanting to bounce despite her doubts.

“You really think so?”

Lena just pounces and hugs her hard, almost making her stumble back into the bikes in the tight space of the side yard.

When she finally releases her, Lena tells her, “You better get comfy in that uniform, ’cause you’ll be wearing it all the time now!”

Nicole giggles, looking from Lena to Fawn, finally letting herself believe they might let her in.

“Sometimes they give like a little test, so study up and be ready. And if you have any questions, just let us know, okay?”

Nicole nods, and before she can really even think about it, “There’s one thing,” bubbles out of her.

“Yeah?”

Now that she can actually ask, it’s hard to force out the question, but after a minute of screwing up her face she forces out, “What is it with the lovey-dovey look?”

The other girls giggle, look at each other, back to her, and say, “What?”

“The look, that look, you know. You put your heads together and stare at each other and talk real real quiet and then you always smile or giggle or go running off together. It happens all the time! The lovey-dovey look.”

Lena nods, still smiling, but Fawn’s eyes are wide and looking sidelong at Lena with some level of concern.

“Ohhh, you’re talking about girl-hearting.”

“Girl-hearting?”

“Lena,” Fawn says quietly, worried or warning, “Katie said.”

Putting her hand gently on Fawn’s arm, Lena continues, “There’s a lot of different kinds of girl-hearting, but the basic part of it is always the same.”

“What do you do?”

“Well, you’ve seen it. You put your heads together, look at each other while you touch, and then you tell each other something from your heart that’s just for her.”

Nicole cocks her head, trying to understand. Lena takes Fawn’s arm and shuffles her in front Nicole. “Come on, come on, I’ll show you on her.”

Now Fawn’s hesitant face is lit with something just short of panic. “What do you mean? I can’t do that, you know we’re not supposed to…”

Lena’s mouth sets with her scheming, then she tells her, “You could touch… her hands. Yeah, just hold hands. This is just the basics of girl-hearting, just so she knows, okay?”

Fawn understands now, and after a second to settle down, a little grin forms as she gets into it. “Okay.”

The coltish girl steps right up to Nicole and says, “Come here.”

Nicole leans in the little distance until their foreheads touch, and suddenly Fawn’s face and her great big tender blue eyes are filling her view. Fawn’s taller, so she has to bend over more and now it’s like she’s looking up to meet Nicole’s gaze.

Fawn takes both Nicole’s hands in hers and squeezes affectionately.

They look at each other for a moment, and Nicole struggles not to giggle as Fawn just stares at her so sweetly. This is so nerve-rattling, being so close together, her heart is thumping. She asks, “What now?” just to get on with it, break the tension.

“Now?” Lena responds off to the side, “Now you each say something.”

“Like what?”

Fawn goes, “Shhh,” real softly. “Give me a second,” she murmurs, “I’ll go first.”

Nicole waits, unaware that she’s nibbling her lower lip as Fawn’s eyes gaze at her frankly, searchingly, and so so close. It feels like she’s seeing everything in her. She’s almost afraid to hear what Fawn’s going to say.

Slowly, this little smile grows over Fawn’s face, and then she gently tells her, “I really like the way you see everything, how you notice stuff. I feel like you’re seeing it how I do, even though you don’t say it.” The smile fades, and suddenly her face is really vulnerable. “It makes me feel like you’re seeing what I see, and then I feel less like I’m the only one.”

Nicole’s heart is unprepared for how sweet this is, how deeply it hits her. She didn’t imagine that Fawn paid so much attention to her, and now this. A big mushy spot gushes in her chest.

Fawn chuckles, encouragingly wagging Nicole’s hands, “Okay, now you.”

She takes a breath and looks on as Fawn kind of stills herself, her face going placid, eyes gentle and accepting. It feels like Fawn’s just opening herself up, completely uncovered and welcoming, and it’s so beautiful that Nicole feels like she could just fall into her.

It leaves her kind of breathless. Apologetically, she whispers, “I don’t know what to say.”

If anything, Fawn just becomes more compassionate. “Just tell me what’s in there. Don’t be nervous.”

Nicole grins a little, and returns her stare, letting her eyes roam over those open features, what they’re telling her. And suddenly, it’s like she is falling into Fawn, and her face now suddenly mixes with all the moments they’ve shared and all that she’s seen her do and say.

And what’s in her heart flutters up into her mouth and she finds herself murmuring, “It’s okay to me that you’re so shy, because the times when you jump in the pool or tease Cassidy back, I know how brave you really are.”

Fawn blinks and gives her the biggest, melty smile. Her lip quivers, just a little.

“That’s perfect,” she says, squeezes her hands once more, and pulls away.

To her side, Lena is clasping her hands to her chest and giving them the biggest awwww look. “Oh gosh that was so good.” She reaches out and rubs both their shoulders fondly.

They grin at her and then Nicole turns to her bike feeling so light and happy. But then Lena exclaims, “Wait wait wait, I wanna turn too!”

They all laugh, Lena mostly at herself, but Nicole complies, and a moment later they’re holding hands, sidling closer, their foreheads touch, and Nicole’s green eyes are meeting Lena’s liquid dark brown ones. They’re both smiling giddily.

Lena waits what seems like the required thirty seconds or so, this crazy feeling building up and up between them. This isn’t like with Fawn; Nicole’s skin feels electric and warm, her pulse races, her tummy flutters happily to be so near to Lena and look into her joyous, expressive face. It’s like her energy is coursing through her, and the good feelings Nicole receives are flowing back out of her own eyes, and they’re feeding each other.

Then Lena tells her in an excited whisper, “I’m so glad you moved here. I always wanted a friend like you, and now you’re here, and you’re even better than what I thought I wanted, and it’s like a dream come true for real.”

There’s no warning. Nicole just melts. Her knees feel weak and her heart patters. This is the sweetest sweetest thing and she thinks she might cry if she’s not careful. Her eyes well up, but she doesn’t blink it away. She wants Lena to see, to see what she’s done, how good it is.

And with her thinking gone and her heart bursting Nicole brokenly whispers, “Would you kiss me I want you to kiss me please kiss me.”

Lena’s expression becomes so emotional she looks almost sad for a second, and Nicole feels Lena let one of her hands go. But then her fingers are touching Nicole’s cheek and she feels Lena’s breath and just has time to close her eyes before Lena’s lips brush hers and then press plushly in. Nicole awkwardly, instinctively kisses back. The sensation flares blissfully in her mind, and this incredible thrill runs down her spine, through her tummy and her tender girly parts and races along the backs of her legs. Lena opens her mouth and Nicole follows her, and they just kinda chew for a second and she’s never kissed like that and the electric feeling just gets dizzyingly big, and under her skirt her bare puss feels glowing and naked like nothing before.

Pressing their lips even more lusciously hard, Lena exhales and Nicole does too and they share a breath, going very still. Nicole feels Lena’s fingertips stroking her cheek.

The hand slips away, clasps Nicole’s again. And with this soft damp pop their lips part and when Nicole manages to open her eyes, Lena is there, still girl-hearting forehead to forehead, her eager gaze capturing hers. There’s an almost disbelieving expression on her face, her mouth is open and smiling, her breath is coming fast. Her creamy cheeks are pink with heat.

Nicole can only imagine what she looks like. It makes her giggle.

Lena catches the giggle and teasingly asks, “Like that?”

Nicole nods and smiles and blinks out tears and sweeps Lena into a great big hug and the two of them just keep giggling.

A second later, Fawn eases up to them, her hands tentatively touching their backs, and the other two girls extend their arms and gather her in and they all share this big, giddy, clumsy hug, eventually laughing so hard they bury their faces in one anothers’ hair to stifle it.

When Nicole extricates herself from their embrace, she says, “Sorry, but I gotta go.”

Lena consoles, “We know, we know.”

“Fawn, you wanna ride with? We could drop you off.”

“I just live a few blocks down.”

“Okay.” She rights her bike, slowly makes her way to the gate. It’s awkward, she doesn’t feel like she should leave, like there’s something more to say or do or something. She pauses after she opens the gate, waving uncertainly at them. “Um, thanks.”

“You’d better be a Scout,” Lena tells her, “because I wanna do that again.”

She smiles hugely and Nicole knows that she’s blushing. But even Fawn’s nodding and smiling. No need to be embarrassed, everything’s okay. No, better than okay. Wonderful!

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