Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

Life at UCLA

By Cheryl Taggert 

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I wish I could say my first day of classes was awesome, but I can’t. First, Clare was a student at UCLA, and she was in my filmmaking class. She was a sophomore, so she had been at UCLA for a year already, meaning she had formed her own group of people to hang out with, which of course would exclude me from being friends with any of the girls she called a friend.

Second, I didn’t see Lisa all day. I had hoped she would be in at least one of my classes, but it was not to be, not surprising since there were hundreds of classes each term.

By the time I got home, I was rather glum. After pouting for a while, I got busy with the assignments I had been given that day. It took me three hours to finish this, which was a far cry from the hour to ninety minutes it usually took me in high school.

I also had a paper due in a week in my English class, and I needed to start a first draft that night after dinner, but writing had always been a strength for me, so I wasn’t worried, even though I probably should have been. The expectations for writing turned out to be on the increase, just like the hours needed to complete other assignments.

The next day I entered my child psychology class and sat in the same seat I’d sat in the day before, but now I was sitting next to a cute girl who had either sat somewhere else the day before or had missed the class. She was a cute brunette and was wearing a halter top and no bra. The no bra was, shall we say, obvious. Her nipples were erect and tenting the cotton of the halter. She smiled at me.

“Hi, I’m Hannah,” she said. “Don’t I know you from somewhere?” she asked. The devilish glint in her eyes told me she knew exactly where she’d seen me before.

I squinted at her and took my seat, pretending to be trying to figure out where I might have seen her.

“Mmm, no. I don’t think so. Are you from the LA area?”

“Not originally. I’m from Texas. I moved here when I started school last year. I’m sure I recognize you, though.” She paused, placing a finger to her lips in mock concentration. “Have you ever, um, been in any movies?”

Again, her eyes told me she wasn’t talking about the latest sci-fi flick to hit the theaters.

I smiled. “Maybe. What have you seen recently?”

“Well, it was online, and I don’t think it had a title, or at least I don’t remember one.” She leaned into me, making obvious contact between my shoulder and her boob. “I sat about halfway between here and the back of the lecture hall yesterday and when you came–” she emphasized the verb and paused for a second — “into the room, I knew I’d seen you somewhere before. I thought about it all day yesterday and then it hit me.” She smiled knowingly at me. “So I got to my room and opened up my computer and went to this special website, and there you were. I told my roommate I had a class with you, and she couldn’t believe it.”

She was looking into my eyes and I thought for a second she was going to lean in and kiss me. I will say one thing. She was certainly bold. She didn’t kiss me, but she did lick her lips, seeming to dare me to kiss her.

“Did you like what you saw?” I asked.

“Very much.”

“What about your roommate?”

“She liked it too, but she doesn’t have sex with other girls. She enjoys, you know, watching stuff like that and, well, you know. We’re very open about that in our dorm room.”

“Open about that?” I asked, wanting clarification of the meaning of that.

“Well, we’re both healthy girls and have the usual desires and know how to handle them when there’s no one else available.”

“So the two of you are okay masturbating together?” I asked.

“Yeah, but she doesn’t want to go further than that with me.”

“But you’d like to go further?”

“Definitely,” she said, nearly whispering.

I could feel her nipple poking into my shoulder.

“That was your real mother in that scene with you, wasn’t it?” she asked.

“Yeah. Is that a problem?”

“No. Not at all. I’ve seen her in movies for years. I discovered that kind of movie when I was, like, ten or so. Been watching them ever since.” Then she asked, “What’s it like growing up with a mom who’s in the adult film industry?”

I smiled at her, conveying enough to at least suggest the meaning behind my answer, but not so much that I couldn’t say she got the wrong idea later. “Fun,” was all I said in response to her question.

“Was she, like, open about sex and stuff?” she asked.

I nodded slightly and shrugged, pretending to think about my answer. “Mmm, yeah, I’d say so.” Again, suggestion, but no actual admissions.

I noticed movement below and realized she was squeezing her thighs together, just as I had done at the assembly a few days before. She gave me a small smile and said, “You’ve no idea how it turns me on just to meet you.”

I gave her a knowing look and said, “Are you close?”

“Let’s just say if you were to reach down and touch my pussy through my shorts, I’d be coming in about two seconds.”

Then she proved that I didn’t even have to touch her. She was silent and as still as she could possibly be, but I knew she was coming, which was, I suppose, the point. She was perspiring as she sat back when the climax was over.

“Thank you,” she said, trying to bring her breath back to normal.

“I didn’t do anything.”

“You made that movie.”

“Well, yes, I did. Were you thinking of it?”

“Not actually. I was thinking about enjoying our own scene in my dorm room, where I become the girl who played your friend in the movie.”

“What about your roommate?”

“She could watch. She definitely likes to watch.”

“Can I ask you something?”

“Anything.”

“What about your mom? Is she open about sex?”

She grinned. “That’s an odd question.”

“I have my reasons for asking.”

She took a deep breath and said, “Yeah. She is extremely open about sex. Let’s just say she wouldn’t mind making a movie with me and you with you as the friend, but I couldn’t swear that I’d be able to keep the movie legal or anything.” She was bold.

She smiled at me, seeming to know we were kindred spirits, even where incest was involved.

Class started as the professor entered and that ended our conversation until the hour was over. When we could talk again, I asked, “Would you mind if we met for lunch?”

She looked like a child who had just been offered that ice cream cone she had wanted all day. “How long do you have? For lunch, I mean.”

“Two hours, from eleven to one.”

“Perfect, same as my lunch time. Tell you what, I live in Hedrick Hall North. I’ll meet you in the lobby as soon as you can get there. We can make a sandwich.”

I wasn’t sure if she meant the kind for nourishment or another kind. I really didn’t care. I’d been so horny during class, I’d considered copying Hannah and getting myself off during the lecture.

“Okay,” I said. I knew where Hedrick Hall was and said I would be there by 11:15.

I left the child psychology class in a lot better mood than I’d entered it.

After my next class, math, I made my way to Hedrick Hall North. Entering the dorm’s lobby at 11:05, I saw Hannah sitting on a small sofa talking to another girl. When she saw me, she smiled and waved me over.

“This is Brenda, my roommate,” she said, introducing us.

“Hi, Cheryl. I love those scenes you are in.”

“Hi,” I said, wondering why this beautiful girl didn’t have sex with girls. She certainly liked watching girl-girl scenes online, masturbated to them even, but according to Hannah, Brenda was strictly hetero when it came to actual sex.

I didn’t have the time or the desire to debate Brenda’s sexual decisions, so I asked Hannah if she wanted to go up to their room.

She grinned. “Don’t you know it!” she said and took my hand. Then she glanced at Brenda but continued speaking to me. “Do you mind if Brenda comes up and watches? She won’t get involved other than to get herself off a few times while we get it on.”

I looked at Brenda. Having expected this, I was fine with it. Who knows? I may be able to entice her into joining us. I did find it interesting that Hannah’s roommate shared the same name with the girlfriend of Lisa. They couldn’t be the same girl, of course, since Lisa’s Brenda didn’t have a problem with engaging in lesbian sex.

The three of us took the elevator to their floor, and in two minutes we were in their dorm room.

“We don’t have a lot of time, so maybe we should get naked first,” Hannah suggested.

We agreed, and soon we were naked. Brenda sat in a chair near Hannah’s bed, facing us, and Hannah and I lay down and began making out, our hands roaming over each other’s taut skin. I made sure to palm the breast that had enticed me during our pre-class conversation, pinching the nipple and feeling it grow more erect.

I could hear Brenda beside us. Her breathing became more noticeable and I could hear the sound of her fingers smearing her juices all around her pussy. Several times while Hannah and I were kissing, I glanced Brenda’s way. I noticed she shaved her pubes, and she had dark brown nipples that reminded me of chocolate drops. Her left hand was busy squeezing her boobs, first one then the other, and pinching those delicious looking morsels that capped her small breasts. Her right hand was busy giving her pussy pleasure.

As Hannah moved down to take one of my nipples between her teeth and lips to nibble and suck, I took the opportunity to speak to Brenda. I was greedy to taste those nipples and that wet cunt, and if she remained a bystander of sorts, I would never have that chance.

“Why not join us?” I said. “I promise it’s more fun than what you’re doing.”

“I’d just rather do this,” she said, but I could tell the thought had certainly crossed her mind.

“No, you don’t,” I said. “You want to have sex with the porn star. You want to taste my pussy to see how different it tastes from your own.” I was serious, but my talking had another effect, and that was on me. My words were turning me on, big time. I always loved the seduction, and this was one I knew I could be successful with. Her desire was literally showing on her face.

“No, really, I–“

“Come here,” I said, interrupting her weak protest.

Hannah was noticing what was going on. I looked at her, and her eyes were wide. I felt I was doing this as much for her as anyone else. She would be the nightly beneficiary if I could get Brenda to do more than just masturbate.

I didn’t know if Hannah had tried to seduce Brenda or not. I suppose maybe she had attempted it but given up too soon, not wanting to spoil their relationship by seeming too determined or coercive.

But if I was the one to complete the seduction — well, that was entirely different. I didn’t have a relationship I needed to nurture, such as the relationship between roommates.

Brenda glanced shyly at Hannah and I could see some sort of silent communication take place. I figured perhaps Hannah was seeking permission to let go and be herself, sort of asking forgiveness for joining in.

“Come here,” I repeated.

Keeping her hand at her pussy, Brenda rose and stepped closer to the bed.

“Kiss me,” I said.

Again, Brenda glanced at Hannah before leaning down and placing her soft lips against mine. My tongue speared her lips open, and she joined her tongue to mine in the sensuous dance we all know so well.

I reached up and pinched one of her nipples, relishing its feel and hoping for more.

Brenda exhaled sharply through her nose at the touch.

I felt Hannah moving her mouth lower, kissing my upper belly before moving down toward my navel. I looked at her again and that same look of surprise was there.

It’s because I am who I am, I thought to myself. I decided Brenda was intrigued by the fact that I had made an actual porn movie. Three of them, in fact, merely short scenes of thirty to forty-five minutes, but real porn movies. Not just the homemade kind that sometimes end up on the internet.

A moan escaped Brenda’s slender throat and Hannah continued her erotic journey, placing stepping-stone kisses down my tummy before tickling my navel with her wet tongue.

I moved my hand down Brenda’s tummy, making a journey of my own, and cupped her vulva, slipping my middle finger into the juicy depths of her slit, coating everything with the sticky slickness that was pouring from her vagina.

Then taking my wet fingers from her pussy, I wedged them between our kissing lips and sucked my fingers clean, staring into Brenda’s eyes as I did.

The gesture ratcheted up her lust. As we continued to kiss, I pulled her down onto the bed with Hannah and me. Her hand went to my boob and began to fondle the small globe of softness. I urged her head down, and soon she was suckling me like a baby after her milk.

Hannah, meanwhile, had made it to my pussy, and her mouth clamped on my slit at the same moment Brenda’s mouth latched onto my tit. I stretched to Brenda’s pussy and began to finger her.

This day was definitely making up for how bad yesterday had been. And not only that, but I was also improving Hannah’s sex life just by getting Brenda over whatever hangups she had about engaging in lesbian sex. It had been obvious from the moment I met her that Brenda was interested in full sex with a girl.

All it took was meeting a girl who could seduce her and allow her to leave any guilt behind.

Hannah brought me to two orgasms before I switched and began to lick her. I gave her a pair of them as well before moving my attentions to Brenda. I found it odd that Hannah had not approached Brenda at all in the bed. It was as if they considered sex between each other to be as taboo as incest.

After we all had had our share of climaxes, we lay back on Hannah’s bed, catching our breath and cooling down.

It was at class the next day that Hannah explained everything to me. It wasn’t that Brenda didn’t have sex with girls.

“There’s something I have to talk to you about,” she said.

“What is it?”

“It’s about Brenda and, well, what happened yesterday.”

“No need to thank me,” I said. “I figured she might be ready to have sex with a girl and now you two can enjoy your nights together more.”

“That’s not it,” she said. “Brenda likes girls. She’s a lesbian.”

I was confused now. My brow furrowed and I said, “But you said she didn’t have sex with girls.”

“I said she doesn’t have sex with other girls,” Hannah explained. “She has a steady girlfriend.”

Uh-oh. Had I failed to locate Lisa while finding — and seducing — her girlfriend?

My heart began to sink as I asked, “What’s her girlfriend’s name?” It plummeted when Hannah answered.

“Lisa.”

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