Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By Jeneee

“Yummy, Mommy,” Emily said, munching on a mouthful of pasta as I returned to the dining room after dropping the girls’ panties in the dryer.

“Thank you sweetie,” I replied, sitting down beside Pam at the table. Sharon and Pam both had mouths full and could only nod in agreement. My girlfriend had already poured me a glass of wine so I took a long sip before picking up my fork and joining the other gourmets in the feast. Looking at Pam to my left in her pretty flowered dress and eating pasta smothered with tomato sauce suddenly made me realize that I’d better get a napkin for her to protect her clothing against the inevitable spills that would surely land down her front or on her lap.

Placing a big white napkin on her and tucking it in at her neck I explained, “We don’t want to have to wash your dress too before you go home, sweetie. Who knows what tricks Emily would play on you while we were waiting for that to dry?” I added with a wink. She giggled, and Emily managed a smirk that almost sprayed tomato sauce over everyone.

“Yeah, I’d think of something,” she teased. “We could always go back into the hot tub while your dress was drying. Hey,” she added, “come to think of it, that’s not such a bad idea. Sharon could come too…in her undies, of course,” she added with a gleeful look on her face. More giggles from the girls.

“You got a thing about undies all of a sudden, Emily?” Sharon laughed. “If you like, we could all strip down to our panties right now and finish dinner half naked,” she teased. “Would that satisfy your curiosity?”

Emily shrieked with laughter. “Ooops, then Pam would be naked altogether,” she added, remembering and looking across the table at her new friend for some kind of reaction. All Pam did was to stick out her tongue at Emily — a tongue, I noticed, that was now bright red with tomato sauce.

“At least then I wouldn’t have to wear a napkin. The sauce would land right on my bare skin,” she said.

“Yeah, and we could all lick it off,” chimed in Sharon, jumping into this game of words.

Emily squealed in delight at Sharon’s comment and yelled, “Me first! Me first! She’s my girlfriend!”

“No way,” I teased. “I’m the closest.” Pam looked like she was going to choke as tomato sauce ran down from the side of her mouth and dripped onto the well placed napkin covering the front of her dress. As she looked over at me to see if I was joking, I winked at her playfully again, leaving her wondering, I’m sure, if I really would do it.

And, I thought to myself naughtily, I probably would.

This type of playful bantering continued throughout the remainder of the meal until finally everyone was stuffed, and Sharon and I had polished off the whole bottle of wine between us.

“So Pam, tell us about your aunt and how you came to move here,” suggested Sharon, as we settled down in the living room after clearing off the kitchen table. The dishes could wait until later, I decided, after we’d stacked them beside the sink.

Pam had coiled up on the couch beside me with her legs tucked under her — careful, I noticed, to make sure that her dress was covering her properly. Emily and Sharon were parked across from us on our well used loveseat, snuggled together, Emily’s head on Sharon’s shoulder. I was so happy that both of them had bonded so well in the months following my husband’s departure. They now almost seemed inseparable.

We all sat waiting expectantly for Pam’s reply. It took her a few moments to decide how to answer and it wasn’t too long before we all understood why.

“Well, my aunt has always lived in this city, and after my parents sort of had some problems I was kinda shipped off to live with her,” she finally explained, a little hesitantly.

“What sort of problems, hon?” I asked. “You don’t have to tell us if it’s private, you know,” I added, wondering if we were prying into something she was uncomfortable discussing.

“Well, they got arrested and sent to prison,” she blurted out, and then burst into tears.

“Aw, baby, I’m so sorry,” I replied, throwing an arm around her and hugging her to me, as Sharon and Emily both looked on with somewhat shocked looks on their faces. Now I regretted asking her, but it was too late to take it back.

After a few shuddering sobs in my arms, she calmed down a little and looked up at me with tearful eyes. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to cry like this in front of you all, but being here is like having a family again, and I’ve missed that so much. My aunt didn’t really want to take me in, I’m sure, but I guess she felt she had no choice since there was nowhere else I could go, except foster care. She’s single, never got married, and has her own life to live and I guess I kinda get in the way. That’s why I knew she wouldn’t mind me staying here for dinner, just to give her some time to herself and her friends. She’s an artist and also teaches privately, so she’s always busy with some get together or other. Sometimes she has to drag me along with her which bores me to death. And on top of that, she’s a lesbian and has this girlfriend who I know feels I get in the way. I don’t like her at all. She’s so mean to me, not at all like you and Sharon. I was sort of wondering what you’d be like when Emily told me at school that her mom had a girlfriend who mostly lived with her, but I can see that you are completely different, even if you are lesbians.”

After that revelation, Sharon and I both now realized how cautious Pam must have felt about coming home with Emily today, and that explained her initial shyness to a certain extent, not knowing what to expect.

“Did Emily know anything about this sweetie, about your parents? Did you tell her anything at school?”

Emily shook her head as her new friend assured us that “No, I didn’t want to mention it. I was just happy that she seemed so friendly and I didn’t want to talk about my troubles, not to anyone.” she replied softly. “I was afraid she might not want to know me if she knew my parents were in jail.”

At this, Emily jumped up and immediately ran over to Pam and me, grabbing Pam’s hand and kneeling in front of us. “It wouldn’t have made any difference to me, Pam. I liked you as soon as I saw you, and I’m so sorry for what you’ve had to go through. I can’t imagine how you feel.”

My eight-year-old daughter sounded so mature to me at that moment and made me so proud of her. She threw her arms around Pam and hugged her tightly and proclaimed, “I am your friend for life, and don’t you ever forget it, okay?” And then came that sweet kiss on the lips between the two of them that had amazed Sharon and me before dinner. Drawing apart, both little girls looked each other tearfully in the eyes, knowing that they had just cemented a lifelong friendship.

“Now,” cried Emily, quickly recovering from her emotional moment, “let’s all go hot tubbing!”

A smile quickly returned to Pam’s face, but was immediately followed by a frown.

”But what am I going to wear? I can’t get my undies wet again,” she moaned.

Emily thought for a moment and then suggested, “Well, we don’t have to wear anything then. Let’s all go in naked!”

“What!” the rest of us exclaimed in unison.

“Well, we’ve all seen Pam’s cunny, thanks to bad little me,” she giggled, “and we’ve all seen Mommy’s,” at which Sharon looked questioningly at me.

I must have blushed as I commented quickly, “But that was an accident,” as a way of answering her glance.

“Come on, Mommy. We’re all girls, so what difference does it make anyway? Besides,” she winked, “it would be fun.”

As if the decision had already been made, she whipped down her baggy pants and stepped out of them, tore off her black top and stood naked in front of us with her hands on her hips as if to say, Well, what are you all waiting for?

Oh my, I thought, my little girl is so beautiful.

Pam giggled at her new friend and suddenly unzipped the back of her flowery blue dress, let it fall to the floor and ran over to Emily, hugging her tightly. Sharon and I stood there with our mouths open at this sudden display of affection and bravado as two naked little girls embraced each other. Both of us finally burst into laughter as the girls turned to look at us, waiting for our response. But they weren’t going to wait for long.

“Okay, we’re going now,” Emily announced firmly. “If you two frumps decide to come, we’ll be waiting for you. Oh, and bring drinks,” she added with a smirk.

And with that they both turned on their heels and ran noisily through the screen door to splash once more into the waiting hot tub. As their screeching echoed through the kitchen window Sharon and I both looked at each other, shrugged and said “What the hell,” and quickly stripped off our clothes, leaving them in a pile on the floor along side the girls’.

Another bottle of wine, some glasses, and two cold sodas for Emily and Pam, along with a few fluffy towels joined us on the next stage of our education about the nature of young adolescent females. These two were full of surprises, and we wondered what would happen next.

As we approached the hot tub we could both feel the gazes of our two young companions, waiting expectantly for us to join them amid the steamy bubbles.

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