Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By No One

Author’s note: This story was re-edited in November 2021. Exact same plot, just (hopefully) prettier sentences. I hope you’ll enjoy this revised version of the first story I ever wrote.

Melina stepped off the school bus and waved to her friends, then made her way home, just a few houses away. It was a warm and sunny day in early summer, with only a few weeks of school left. A nice day for a 12-year-old to play outside, but she had other plans.

“Hey, Mom!” she called out as she stepped into the house and dumped her school bag near the front door.

“Hi, sweetie. How was your day?” her mom replied from where she was sitting at her work computer, as she always did.

“Fine,” Melina gave her usual answer, then went to the fridge to pour herself her customary glass of after-school orange juice.

“Anything special happen today?” her mother prompted as she followed Melina into the kitchen. 

“Nope.”

“Boy, sounds like an eventful day.” A pause, then her mom sighed at the lack of response. “And how was your day, dear mother?” she continued in a fake young girl voice, making Melina giggle. “Oh, it was pretty good, thank you for asking. I completed a few tax return forms for some clients and—”

Melina interrupted her with a loud snoring noise, receiving an annoyed look in return.

“See, Mom, that’s why I don’t ask. ‘Cause then I have to hear about boring accounting stuff,” she explained with a smile.

“Hmph. Fine, I suppose you don’t need to hear all the details.”

“You got it. Well, I’ll be in my room,” Melina said, walking towards the stairs. “Love you, Mom!” she added with a wink over her shoulder. Her mother smiled, her rudeness apparently forgiven. She paused at the bottom of the stairs, remembering something. “Oh yeah, Abbie’s coming over. Tell her to come up, okay?”

“At your service,” her mother replied with a mock bow, making Melina giggle again.

She climbed up the stairs and opened the door to her room, then paused, listening. She could vaguely hear her mother typing on the computer downstairs, apparently back at work. That should keep her busy for a while. Nodding to herself, Melina stepped into her room and closed the door behind her.

Her eyes immediately went to the laptop on her desk. She smiled to herself, a tingle of excitement spreading through her. Sitting down at the desk, she turned on the computer, started up her web browser, and entered the address of a chat room site she sometimes used. Usually, it was for some innocent conversations in rooms about some of her interests, but the week before, she had found a very naughty room. One that any decent 12-year-old should certainly avoid, even though it was meant for young girls, in a way… as well as adults who “liked” young girls.

She had been shocked to see it in the list of rooms, at first. You hear about perverts on the Internet all the time, but really, was it this easy to find a chat room about this stuff? She’d started scrolling down the list to look for something else, but then hesitated. Her mouse pointer hovering over the room name, she had to wonder what went on in there, and felt a certain dangerous thrill as she thought about going in. It would be so very bad to do so, but… also a little exciting, she had to admit. Besides, it was just text, they couldn’t do anything to her, and she could leave any time she wanted. And so, shrugging to herself, she’d entered the room.

Quickly, she’d received a few messages, and struck up a few conversations. Most started out fairly normally: “hi, how are you?”, the ubiquitous “ASL”, often questions about what she looked like and what she was wearing. Some of the guys remained nice and polite, asking a bit about her hobbies and her studies and the like. Some others got more explicit or asked very private questions, making her blush. A few were, well, just gross, and she quickly cut those conversations short. Overall though, she had to admit she’d found her time in the chat room intriguing, and she’d even gone back a couple times since.

It was very wrong, of course, but also quite thrilling. She had no illusion that these were actually nice people—and she did have to use the ignore function often—but still, regardless of the context, it was exciting to be complimented, to be desired, even. She certainly didn’t get that kind of attention—or any kind, really—from the boys at her school, who had eyes only for the more developed girls. That older boys and men were interested in her, though still rather creepy, also gave her all kinds of warm feelings, especially since she could remain completely safe and anonymous.

And so, she’d chatted with these guys when they remained polite, sometimes even flirting or talking about sex a little, though it made her face grow hot. Sometimes, she received “interesting” pictures that made her blush even more. A few times, she’d even hesitantly sent photos of herself—though just regular, full-clothed pictures, of course—to some of the guys who were the nicest, and had received glowing compliments in return. As a preteen still very uncomfortable with her changing body, she found that praise and attention irresistible.

Now, here she was, about to enter the naughty room again. She’d pondered for a bit what name to use today—she liked to switch it up—and just as she decided, she suddenly heard her bedroom door opening. Her heart nearly stopped as she slammed the laptop shut, and whirled towards the door.

Her friend Abbie was in the doorway, raising an eyebrow.

Melina let out a huge sigh of relief. “Jesus, you nearly gave me a heart attack!”

“Wow. Nervous much?” Abbie said, laughing.

“How come you got here so quick?” Melina asked, still trying to recover a normal heart rate.

“My dad was coming this way so he gave me a lift. You didn’t even change yet?”

Melina looked down at herself and realized she was still wearing the blouse and skirt of her school uniform. Her friend had changed into denim shorts and a t-shirt.

“Oops, guess I forgot.”

“Hmm…” Abbie tilted her head to one side, her blonde curls tumbling over her shoulder. She peered at Melina suspiciously. “Didn’t think of changing, nearly jumped out of your skin when I came in… What were you up to in here?”

Melina grinned sheepishly. “Um, is my mom still busy downstairs?”

“Yeah, I guess. She’s at her computer. And now I’m even more curious. Are you getting in trouble, Miss Thompson?” Abbie teased.

“I believe I am, Miss Miller,” Melina replied with a mischievous smile. She opened the laptop again and let her friend take a look.

Abbie peered blankly at the screen for a moment, unsure of what she was looking at. “Oh. Is that the pervy chat room you told me about?” she asked dubiously.

“Yep!” Melina replied.

“I still don’t get what’s so great about a chat full of creeps. That’s really freaky, no?”

“They’re not so bad. Well, some aren’t, anyway,” Melina amended. “I don’t know, it’s just… kind of a thrill, you know? And… well, call me vain, but I kinda like getting told I’m hot,” she added, giggling.

“I can tell you you’re hot, if that’s what you need,” Abbie offered.

Melina laughed. “That’s not the same! And anyway, sometimes I receive, um… pictures, too.”

Abbie raised an eyebrow. “Really? Like, dirty ones?”

Melina nodded shyly. “Sometimes.”

“Wow. Dunno if I want to see that…” Abbie said uncertainly.

“It’s fun, you’ll see. Pull up a chair,” Melina encouraged her.

Abbie did just that and sat next to her friend, looking at the laptop screen. She pointed at the username Melina had chosen. “Sabrina12?”

“I don’t know, it sounded sexy, I guess.” Melina shrugged.

“Hmm, I think ‘Melina’ sounds sexier,” Abbie said, raising her eyebrows suggestively.

Melina laughed. “Thanks, but I’m not giving them my real name.”

“Smart.” Abbie nodded.

“So, what name do you want?”

“Oh, I need a name too?” Abbie frowned and thought about it for a moment. “Hmm… how about… Scarlett?”

“Good choice.” Melina chuckled and changed the username to “SabrinaNScarlett12.”

Abbie was looking at the list of people in the channel. “So, what, all those female names are girls our age?”

“Depends. Some are, I guess, some older teens. Some adult women.”

“Women, really?” Abbie asked.

“Or they claim to be, anyway. You can never really tell.” Melina shrugged. “One talked to me the other day.”

“Oh yeah? Did she send you dirty pictures?” Abbie grinned.

“No, not that one.” Melina laughed. “Why?”

“Oh, just curious. Kinda surprised there are women in there, I guess.”

“Hey, women can be perverts, too,” Melina said and they both laughed.

They had already received a few private messages. Melina clicked on the one from “Bob,” who simply said hi.

“ ’Bob’, really? He didn’t think too long about his sexy name,” Abbie commented, making Melina snort with laughter.

Hi, she typed back.

Asl plz, came the typical reply from Bob, making Melina roll her eyes. This did get tedious sometimes.

“The age is in my name, genius,” she said out loud, and it was Abbie’s turn to laugh.

Melina started typing “12f” then turned to her friend. “Where are we from?”

“Hmm, let’s go with… Italy,” Abbie decided.

“Italy it is,” Melina agreed, and sent out the reply.

Cool got a pic? Here is mine, was the next message from Bob, which also included a link.

“Um, let’s see,” Melina said, clicking on the link. She immediately regretted it once the picture loaded.

Bob was apparently a fat, ugly old man past 50, if not 60. He was very nude in the picture, holding his penis in one hand and looking rather proud of that fact.

“Gah!” Melina exclaimed, struggling with the laptop’s touchpad to close the window as fast as she could.

“Gah!” Abbie agreed, covering her face with one hand. “Holy crap, my eyes. Quick, I need eye bleach.”

Melina couldn’t help but laugh, despite the recent trauma. “Wow, uh, that was something. Sorry about that.”

Her friend frowned at her. “Girl, if that’s the kinda pic you find interesting, you have serious issues.”

Melina laughed even harder. “No, no,” she managed to say after a moment, “it’s usually not like that. Not that they’re all great-looking but… ugh, not like that.”

Abbie still looked at her distrustfully.

“Okay here,” Melina pointed at another message. “Erik21, that sounds better.”

“Unless the 21 is for 1921,” Abbie pointed out, making Melina start laughing once again.

Hey ladies, the message said.

Melina typed back a greeting, then there were a few polite exchanges of how-are-you’s and the like. Erik then also offered them a picture of himself.

“Wow, everyone wants me to take a look at them today,” Melina noted.

“I’m not looking at this one,” Abbie said, covering her eyes once more.

“I’ll tell you if it’s safe,” Melina promised, giggling, before hesitantly clicking on the link.

Erik did seem to be in his early 20’s. And he was fully clothed, in a black t-shirt and jeans. He was actually very cute, Melina thought.

“Mm. Oh yeah, that’s much better,” she announced.

Abbie took a skeptical look between her fingers, then seemed to decide it was safe enough to uncover her eyes completely.

“I guess. I mean, it would be very hard not to be,” was the sum of Abbie’s approval.

“You don’t think he’s cute?”

Abbie gave a noncommittal shrug.

“Well, I think he’s really cute,” Melina said and, to emphasize her point, sent out a message saying cute!

Glad you think so. Wanna chat on cam maybe? It would be more fun, Erik replied with a winking emoji and another link to what could be assumed was a site for chatting on webcam.

Melina hesitated, glancing at Abbie questioningly.

“Uh, I don’t know about this. Is that safe?” Abbie said, sounding a bit worried.

“Well, I mean, he can’t come through the screen,” Melina replied with a laugh, “and we can just leave at any time. Should be okay.”

Her friend shrugged, looking somewhat uncomfortable but leaving it up to her. Melina decided to give it a shot, and clicked the link.

The page loaded and Erik appeared on screen, wearing somewhat less clothes than on his picture. He was sitting shirtless in his computer chair, a smile on his handsome face. Melina’s eyes roamed over his athletic upper body and she felt warmth rise to her cheeks. She swallowed hard.

“Um, hi,” she said shyly.

“Hey there,” he replied. “Wow, you girls are just gorgeous. Blonde and brunette, I like it.”

Melina was sure she was blushing even brighter. She glanced sideways at Abbie, who looked rather embarrassed as well. “Um, thanks. You’re… not bad yourself,” she said with a nervous giggle.

They went through some small talk, though Melina had trouble focusing on what the attractive shirtless man was saying instead of ogling him. She had to concentrate to remember the fake names they had chosen when came the time to introduce themselves. Erik seemed to be fully aware of her interest, maintaining a sly smile throughout the exchange, which Melina also found rather attractive.

“So, you like the view?” he asked after a moment, nodding down at himself.

Just as the heat on her cheeks was beginning to fade a little, her blush came back in full force. She could only nod sheepishly.

His smile broadened. “Maybe you could also give me something nice to look at, huh? Seems only fair.”

“Oh, um…” Melina hesitated, this sounded like more than she’d bargained for. “Like what?”

“Well, let me think…” Erik made a show of pondering the question. “Say, do you girls ever… fool around? You know, practice kissing, that sort of thing? Maybe more?”

“What? No…” Melina shook her head, laughing nervously, unsure where this was going.

“Oh, really? A lot of girls do it, I think. It’s a lot of fun,” he said with a wink. “You should try kissing at least, I bet you’d love it.”

Melina blinked at him. Was he asking what she thought he was?

“You mean, like, right now?” she asked uncertainly.

“Sure, why not?” he replied, grinning at her.

Things had definitely taken a turn for the unexpected. Melina had never imagined he would ask for anything like that. Kissing Abbie? Could she do that? The thought of “fooling around” in any way with her best friend had never crossed her mind before. Still, she supposed that a quick kiss wouldn’t hurt. Maybe Erik was right that it was only fair, since she had been ogling him quite a bit. She had to admit, now that the thought was in her head, that she was a little curious about how a kiss would feel.

She glanced questioningly at Abbie, and saw her friend returning the same look, then both of them had a fit of giggles at the idea.

“Um…” Abbie began, but then just trailed off, apparently having no idea how to formulate her thoughts. She didn’t look too opposed to the idea, though, which surprised Melina, as Abbie had been reluctant to get on cam at all.

Melina was beginning to feel that naughty thrill again, just like when she decided to go into the pervy chat room, the excitement of doing something she wasn’t supposed to do. Why not? she thought. She suddenly leaned in and gave Abbie a quick peck on the lips. The girls looked at each other for half a second then once again dissolved into giggles.

Erik was less amused. “Aw, not like that. That’s a kid kiss, ladies. Try a grown-up kiss. You know how it is, you’ve seen movies.”

Melina did know what he meant. It was true that the quick peck wasn’t much of a kiss, she supposed. She had even kissed her mother like that sometimes when she was younger, so it did seem a bit childish. A long adult kiss, what would that feel like? Still, maybe that was crossing a line. She turned to her friend again, raising an inquisitive eyebrow. Abbie smiled a bit awkwardly and shrugged, simply looking back at Melina and waiting. It seemed she was leaving the decision to her.

Melina figured that since they’d already taken the first step, they might as well try this kissing business all the way through. She leaned in again, more hesitantly this time. Their eyes met and there was a brief struggle to avoid bursting out laughing again. Once they managed to keep their composure, Melina resumed closing the distance to her friend’s lips and Abbie met her halfway there. Their lips brushed softly against each other. Melina could feel her heart beating loudly in her ears. She saw the other girl close her eyes and did the same, remembering that’s what they always did in movies.Their lips pressed together more firmly.

Her lips are so soft, Melina thought, then immediately wondered if that was a weird thing to think. Her stomach felt like it was full of butterflies, her mind was a stormy sea of conflicting, confusing thoughts. The kiss went on for a few seconds, then broke; she wasn’t sure which one of them had pulled back. Slowly opening her eyes, she saw Abbie, still very close, smiling shyly at her, and she felt herself blush once again.

“Much better,” Erik’s voice interrupted the moment. She’d nearly forgotten about him. “Now, how about putting some tongue into it?”

Melina’s head whipped towards the computer screen. “Tongue?”

“Sure. You know what a French kiss is, right?”

“Well…” She did know, but… Turning back to Abbie, she found the girl’s face was still very close to her own, a spark of something she didn’t quite recognize in her eyes. Abbie took the lead without waiting, this time, pressing her lips to Melina’s, who found herself kissing her friend back without thinking.

After a moment, Melina felt Abbie’s tongue hesitantly poking at her lips. Are we really doing this? she thought, but her mouth seemed to open wider of its own accord. Her friend’s tongue slipped in and began dancing with hers playfully. The sensation was electric. The wings of those butterflies in her stomach were creating a hurricane. Her mind had gone blank, all of her attention focused on their intertwined tongues.

“Oh yeah, that’s hot,” came the disembodied voice from the computer—rather spoiling the moment, Melina thought. Abbie broke the kiss and straightened, glaring at the webcam, apparently feeling the same.

Erik didn’t seem to notice. “Now, how about, uh, showing some skin? You’re both really cute… I’d love to see more of you.”

Melina was not surprised by the request, this time—of course that would be what he’d ask for next. Feeling cheeky, she lifted up her blouse for a brief instant, just showing a flash of her flat tummy. That was technically skin, right?

He gave her a skeptical look. “You can do better than that. Why don’t you unbutton that blouse?”

“Mel…” Abbie said in a worried tone.

Glancing sideways, Melina saw that her friend was wide-eyed and shaking her head emphatically. Abbie was right, this had gone on long enough. “Hmm… no. Sorry!” Melina said as she reached for the trackpad to move the mouse cursor.

“Hey, hold on—” Erik began but he was cut off as she closed the chat window.

Melina let out a deep breath. “Wow. That kinda got out of hand.”

“I’ll say!” Abbie was still staring at her. “You weren’t really thinking about… stripping for him, were you?”

Melina shook her head. “Nah. That was going too far…”

They were silent for a moment. Thinking back to what she’d been doing with her friend just moments ago, warmth rose to Melina’s cheeks once again.

“Um… sorry you had to kiss me,” she said sheepishly.

Abbie giggled. “That’s okay. That part wasn’t so bad…”

“Yeah, I guess it felt sorta nice…” she admitted.

“Really? You liked it?”

Melina shrugged awkwardly, embarrassed. She didn’t really know how to feel about the kiss. Trying to change the subject, she said: “At least we got to see his… you-know-what.” She grinned at her friend, but Abbie didn’t seem too enthusiastic about it.

“Hmm, I guess… That was, um…” she hesitated.

“What is it?” Melina asked.

Abbie looked at her uncertainly for a moment, then seemed to make a decision. “I don’t, um… I don’t think I like boys, that way.”

“Oh…” Melina said, then after a second grasped her full meaning. “Oh! You mean…?”

Abbie nodded shyly, avoiding Melina’s gaze.

“Oh, wow. So, I just made out with a lesbian, huh?” Melina said, trying to wrap her mind around the situation.

Abbie took on a pained expression. “I… I’m sorry… I didn’t mean to trick you or anything.”

“No, no, it’s okay… I mean, I kinda dragged you into this whole thing.” Melina put her hand on her friend’s shoulder to reassure her, and Abbie gave her a grateful smile.

They fell silent again, each of them lost in her own thoughts. My best friend is a lesbian, Melina thought. She wasn’t sure how she felt about it, and she was now even more confused about the kiss that she’d rather enjoyed. Thinking back, she realized Abbie never really talked about boys she liked; maybe she should have suspected something. Remembering a recent lunchtime conversation, she suddenly burst out laughing.

Abbie blinked at her. “What?” she asked warily.

“Just remembering, yesterday, when Alicia was telling you all about the boys she likes, you looked so bored. I guess I know why now.”

“Oh, yeah.” Abbie laughed with her and rolled her eyes. “The girl does go on and on about boys. You know she was at it for like fifteen minutes before you got there? I can’t say that’s really my favorite topic.”

“Yeah… you should have told us,” Melina said, more seriously.

“Um… maybe.” Abbie shrugged. “It’s just… I don’t know… awkward?”

“Doesn’t have to be. You know you can tell me anything, right?”

Abbie nodded, and they exchanged a smile.

Melina closed the laptop’s lid, and got up to stretch her legs a little. A thought came to her.

“So…” she began uncertainly, “earlier, when you said I was hot… you were serious?”

Abbie grinned sheepishly and shrugged. “Well… you are.”

Melina giggled. “Thanks, I guess.” It should have felt weird, her best friend telling her she was hot, but it didn’t, really. She found she genuinely enjoyed the compliment. “Why didn’t you want me to strip, then?” she added with a wink.

Her friend frowned. “Well, not in front of that creep.” She nodded towards the laptop. “That’s messed up.”

“Oh, I see how it is,” Melina said teasingly, “you just wanted a private show, huh?” Feeling playful, she popped the bottom button of her blouse, showing a bit of her belly.

Abbie suddenly stood up straighter, her eyes wide, staring at the bit of exposed flesh. Melina giggled at her reaction. She had not really intended to continue, but watching the effect she had on her friend was pretty amusing so she decided she might tease a little bit more. She wanted to change out of her blouse, anyway. She popped another button and began swaying her hips to an unheard rhythm. Abbie’s mouth opened in silent surprise, her eyes glued to the motion of Melina’s body.

Grinning to herself, Melina undid another button. She could hear the other girl getting a little short of breath, and laughed. “You’re being silly, you’ve seen me undress lots of times in the locker room.”

“Well, yeah, but… not like this.” Abbie swallowed hard.

“I guess not.” Melina winked, continuing her little dance. She really wasn’t sure where she was going with this, but she felt very sexy and had to admit she was enjoying it. Another button popped, exposing her white bra. “Wait, have you been checking me out in the locker room?” she asked as the thought came to her.

Color rose to Abbie’s cheeks, but she didn’t look away—maybe she couldn’t make herself look away. “Well, maybe a little,” she admitted.

So my best friend has been checking me out, huh? Melina thought. One more thing she wasn’t too sure how to feel about. It should have been uncomfortable, maybe, but she’d already recognized that she liked being desired. Even if it was her friend, that was rather less creepy than strangers on the Internet, she supposed.

Undoing the last button on her blouse, she turned her back to Abbie, and let the garment slide down her arms a little, as she imagined a stripper might. She’d never seen a real strip show, of course, but she had seen a few music videos that came pretty close. She tried to take off the blouse completely in one smooth motion as she turned back to her friend. The effect was perhaps not quite as sexy as she had planned when the piece of clothing caught on one arm and she had to shake it off. Still, not bad for a first timer, she thought. Abbie certainly didn’t seem to mind.

Now that it was done, Melina grew a bit uncomfortable, standing there shirtless. She thought that was probably as far as she wanted to take things, and now wasn’t quite sure what to do. Abbie was still staring at her expectantly, seemingly enraptured. Deciding to snap her out of it, Melina threw her blouse at her friend’s face, making Abbie laugh in surprise.

“Welp, show’s over,” Melina declared as she walked to her wardrobe and opened it.

“Aw, you’re stopping now?” Abbie protested, pulling the garment off her head.

“You looked like you were getting a bit too excited.”

“Tease!” They both giggled.

“And anyway, it’s not really fair if I’m the only one taking off my clothes,” Melinda added absentmindedly as she looked through the shirts in the wardrobe.

“What, now you’re interested?” Abbie asked, getting up and raising an eyebrow at her.

“Oh, um, I… I mean…” Melina stammered. Was she interested? She didn’t know anymore. This afternoon had been a roller coaster of thrills and confusion. “I just meant, it’s kinda awkward being the only one shirtless I guess.”

Abbie studied her for a moment. “Okay then,” she said finally, and started slowly pulling her shirt up, caressing her skin as she uncovered it.

“Oh,” Melina said simply, eyes open wide. She slowly sat down on her bed, watching her friend. She had to admit Abbie was putting on a sexy show, uncovering and covering skin, swaying and spinning, hands roaming over her body. The girl hesitated a little when it came time to pull the t-shirt over her bra, and Melina wondered if she would dare to go as far as she had herself. The reason for the reluctance became clear when, deciding herself, Abbie pulled the shirt off completely in one swift motion, revealing her small but perky breasts.

“Oh,” Melina said again.

Abbie shrugged shyly. “I took off my bra when I changed earlier. It’s kind of annoying and it’s not like I really need one yet, anyway,” she said, briefly cupping one small breast in her hand to illustrate her point. Melina couldn’t help but notice her friend’s nipples seemed very stiff.

Grinning, Abbie bundled up her top and threw it at Melina’s head, getting her revenge for earlier. After removing the shirt from her face, Melina found that her friend had crossed the distance to her bed, and now sat down close to her. Very close.

“So. Did you really like kissing me earlier?” Abbie asked, now serious. Her tone betrayed both excitement and a little bit of fear.

Melina opened her mouth to reply, realized she had no idea what she wanted to say, closed it again. She had liked the kiss, if she was being completely honest with herself. But of course, she knew that wasn’t what Abbie was really asking, though, but rather if she wanted to do it again. 

The thought raised so many questions at once in her mind: Was she ready for this kind of thing? Would it lead to… other things? Did she want that? Why did Abbie sitting so close, half-naked, made her feel so funny in her stomach? Was she attracted to her best friend? Did that mean she was a lesbian, too? What would it mean for their friendship if they started fooling around?

Her brain felt trapped in a maelstrom of confusing thoughts. She needed to find the calm in the eye of that storm. Closing her eyes for a moment, she pushed all those thoughts away. Focusing instead solely on her gut reaction to the thought of kissing Abbie, she was a little surprised to find only excitement, maybe even… desire? Mentally shrugging away the doubts, she decided to stop worrying and just go along with whatever felt right. There would be time to sort it all out later.

Opening her eyes again, she saw Abbie looking a bit worried at her hesitation. She gave her a shy but reassuring smile.

“Y-yeah, I did,” she finally replied, timidly.

A big smile instantly spread on Abbie’s lips, and excitement shone in her eyes. “Good,” she said simply before pressing her lips to Melina’s, who found herself kissing her friend back with some passion. After a moment, Abbie’s tongue slipped out and Melina welcomed it into her mouth, letting her own tongue tangle with it to resume the dance that was interrupted earlier.

Continue on to Chapter 2