Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

Getting to Know Each Other, Part One

By Cheryl Taggert 

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I got to Lisa’s and rang the doorbell after parking at the curb. Waiting for someone to answer the door, I looked around, taking in the view from their front stoop. The big tree where I hid to listen to Brenda and Lisa was across the street in their neighbor’s yard. For the first time, I wondered what the neighbor heard and saw that night.

There was a large plate glass window to the right of Lisa’s front door as I faced the street, and I wondered what Lisa’s family heard or saw that night as well.

The door opened, and Rachel stood there, grinning at me.

“C’mon in,” she said. “Checking out the scene of the crime?”

At first I didn’t follow what she meant, but she indicated the area across the street with a nod of her head. Did she know I had been there? Who else knew? Stepping into the entryway of the house, I again wondered what Lisa and her mother had talked about in the conversation Lisa referred to on the phone earlier.

I looked at Rachel again, feigning ignorance.

“You know,” she said. “The night Lisa dumped that bitch Brenda?”

I continued to look confused, hoping my acting skills were adequate.

She gave me a crooked grin. “My sister tells me everything.”

Okay, so I couldn’t try to deny it. And her emphasis of that last word had me wondering what ‘everything’ might entail. Did she go so far as to describe our lovemaking? I was again reminded how often sisters, especially those close in age, fool around with each other growing up. Did Lisa tell her about stuff like that to turn her sister on?

“Okay, guilty as charged,” I said. Glancing farther into the home, I added, “Does everyone know?”

“Yeah, but don’t let it get your panties in a wad or anything. We know your motives were pure, and that’s what matters most.”

I was embarrassed but tried to handle the situation as best I could. “Well, yeah. I was just — remembering — you know?”

Then something else she said occurred to me. She had referred to Brenda as ‘that bitch.’ I asked, “I take it you didn’t like Brenda?”

“None of us did,” Rachel said. “Mom never trusted her, and she and Lis would argue about it.”

I glanced into the main living area of the house again, making sure nobody was coming. “Can I ask you something?”

“Sure.”

“What do you know about the relationship between your sister and me?”

“You mean, do I know you’re lovers?”

I felt myself blush and nodded.

“Well, my question sort of answered yours, didn’t it?”

“I guess it did. Do your parents know too?”

Rachel got this ‘aha!’ look and asked, “Do you think my mom didn’t like Brenda because she and Lis were lovers?”

“It crossed my mind.”

Rachel laughed at that. “We don’t care that my sister’s a lesbian, if that’s what you mean. It’s been an open topic since Lis was about twelve.”

I liked how Rachel called her sister by the shortened version of her name. It spoke of closeness and acceptance.

“Lisa’s known she’s a lesbian since then?”

“Well, that’s when Mom caught her with her girlfriend. They thought it was a phase for a while until my sister didn’t want to date guys once she got to high school. Then they just, you know, accepted it. We can’t help who we love.”

I smiled at her. I could tell I was going to like Rachel. She had a good head on her shoulders, as my mom would say, and she was open and easy to talk to.

I looked again into the rest of the house, and Rachel put my mind at ease. “Don’t worry. Mom’s too busy with dinner and Dad’s in his office grading papers. They won’t barge in. Mom told me to ‘entertain’ you while Lisa finished her business.”

I wondered what she meant by ‘finished her business’ until I heard a toilet flush in the bathroom just down the short hall to our right.

Rachel noticed my recognition, laughed, and said, “Yeah, the whole world knows when you take a shit here.”

I couldn’t help myself, I said, “Do you know I’m falling in love with your sister?”

Rachel grinned. “Well, I know she’s falling in love with you, which means you better be or I’m gonna have to kick your ass.”

We laughed at that and Lisa came into the room. “What’re you guys laughing at?”

“Nothing much,” I said. “I just really like your sister.” I grinned at Rachel, who grinned back at me. I could tell she liked me too. How they knew I was nothing like Brenda I couldn’t tell, but I was glad they did.

“Well, you won’t mind if I say I hope you don’t like her too much,” Lisa said, glancing back and forth between us.

I looked at her with sudden understanding. “Oh! No! Not like that!”

Rachel pretended to be insulted. “What’s wrong with me? I’m not pretty enough?”

I giggled at her antics and said, “Well, yeah, you are, but, well, you’re straight.”

Lisa and Rachel exchanged a look and burst out laughing. I realized that maybe she was a lesbian too.

“Shall we tell her?” Rachel said.

Lisa looked at me and said, “Well, you’re half right. Let’s just say if she’d been at that party last night, she would have been wearing a star and a diamond.”

I looked at Rachel, my mouth gaping. “Oh! You’re bi!”

Rachel looked at her sister and said, “Smart girl. I definitely approve.”

“Do your parents know about that too? About you being bi?” I asked Rachel.

“Weeellll… yeeaaah,” she said, cutting her eyes at Lisa. How she answered suggested that maybe their parents weren’t so thrilled about that, yet they were fine with the fact that Lisa was a lesbian. It didn’t add up.

“Long story. Maybe I’ll tell you about it sometime,” Lisa said, ending that part of the conversation.

Looking at Lisa, I decided to go for broke on our budding romance. “Rachel tells me you’re falling in love with me.”

It was Lisa’s turn to look at someone, in this case Rachel, with her mouth gaping open in surprise. “Rach, don’t you think that’s something I should tell her?”

“Sorry, but only a fool wouldn’t recognize it. The two of you are all moony-eyed around each other. I’m pretty certain she knew before I said anything.”

“Actually,” I said, “I didn’t fully know.” I looked at Lisa. “I suspected, but I didn’t know for sure.”

Rachel looked at me funny and said, “Why is it everyone in the world can tell if someone loves another person except the person being loved?”

Lisa remained silent, so I answered her. “Fear of being wrong.”

Rachel lightened the mood some by saying, “Oooo-kaaaay. I feel a group hug or something coming on, so I think I’ll see if Mom needs help in the kitchen.”

Lisa and I both laughed and looked at Rachel.

Rachel didn’t move to leave the room, and Lisa said, “Will you go? I want to be alone with Cheryl for a minute!”

Rachel walked up to me before leaving the room and hugged me. “All kidding aside, we’re glad you’re here. And I really like you, too. Besides, Lis says your pussy tastes delicious.”

When she broke the hug, Lisa was staring at her. “Okay,” Rachel said. “I’m going. I just wanted to welcome Cheryl to the family.”

When we were alone, Lisa said, “Do you have the hots for my little sister?”

I couldn’t exactly deny that I thought she was attractive, and in any other circumstances, I would definitely try to seduce her.

But my life was different now. I was falling in love for the first time in my life. The real stuff. I was shocked how quickly things had gone from attraction to love, and it made me re-think my philosophy about love at first sight. Maybe there was such a thing, and people misunderstood it as lust. I was aware that certain people had what is called chemistry for want of a better term.

Lisa and I were bathing in chemistry. Wallowing in it, in fact.

“If you’re asking me if I’m going to try to get her into bed, the answer’s no. That would hurt you, and I never want to do that again. If you want to know if I think your sister is sexy, all I can say is I can’t imagine anyone with an ounce of libido thinking otherwise.”

“She told me after we broke up that Brenda tried to get her into bed. I asked her why she never said anything, and she told me something that forced me to learn some bad things about myself. She said I wouldn’t have believed her. The worst part was she was right. I would have called her a liar. It would have possibly damaged our relationship enough to make it something different.”

“I would never do that,” I said. I never meant anything more in my life. “I love your relationship with her. The way you guys shorten your names to Lis and Rach. It shows how close you two are. I’d rather die than destroy or even damage that.”

Lisa smiled at me and stepped up in front of me. We kissed. It wasn’t a horny kiss, it was a lover’s kiss. One that said I love you more than it said I want you.

We were still kissing when we heard Lisa’s mom clear her throat.

Startled, we broke the kiss and looked at her.

Lisa’s mother, Donna, is a lovely woman. She was anywhere from her late thirties to very early forties, but she looked younger, maybe thirty-five at most. She kept herself in good shape, and I couldn’t help but think how lucky Lisa’s dad was to have someone that sexy at her age. I knew of a lot of women who just gave up once they reached their mid-thirties, especially if they were married or in a committed relationship. Donna looked as if she were still searching for the person to spend her life with and wanted to make sure he didn’t get turned off by so much as an ounce of fat. I later found out she played tennis nearly every day and would swim laps in the Olympic size pool at the university. She worked for UCLA as an athletic trainer for the swim and lacrosse teams.

In other words she was gorgeous, like her two daughters.

“Sorry to interrupt, but I was wondering if Cheryl would like to come join me for a glass of wine.”

Lisa looked at her mom. “Just Cheryl?”

“For now,” her mom said.

Obviously, she wanted some time alone with me. That could only mean one thing. She wanted to get to know me without any interference from Lisa. Or from Rachel for that matter since she shooed her younger daughter out of the kitchen when we came in to sit at the small breakfast table there. Lisa’s mom and I were now alone.

“Do you like red or white?” she asked.

“White,” I said.

“Is chardonnay okay with you?”

“That’s fine,” I said, and waited for the interrogation, grateful that I would at least have some alcohol to help make me less nervous. It wasn’t until later that I found out this was her intention for bringing out the wine in the first place, to help put me at ease. I also discovered later that she usually did not allow any alcohol to be consumed at her house until six o’clock in the evening, unless there was some kind of early party or celebration going on.

When she’d poured the glasses, she sat back and said, “Well, I figured dinner’s in the oven, so it would be a good time for the two of us to have a chat.”

“Yes, ma’am,” I said, taking a large gulp of my wine and struggling not to choke on it as too large of a swallow burned its way down to my twisting stomach. I would say it was good wine, but other than the burning, I couldn’t taste it at all. My taste buds seemed dead.

“I can see you are extremely fond of Lisa,” she said.

“Yes, ma’am,” I said, feeling stupid that I could think of nothing else to answer her.

“And you’ve obviously been raised to be polite and respectful with adults. So few people your age use ma’am and sir.”

“Thank you. My mom insists on it. If she found out I ever answered an adult with ‘yeah,’ she’d be very upset.”

I picked up that Ms. Brown was searching for a way to broach an uncomfortable subject.

“Ms. Brown?” I said.

“Yes?”

“I can tell you have something to either ask or say that’s difficult to bring up. I’ve been asked many weird questions, and I’ve been told a lot of odd things by a lot of people. So whatever it is, why don’t you just say it?”

My heart was pounding in my chest, and I recalled the strange images I had of Lisa and her mom talking, and her mom bringing up how to break up with me. I was scared to death she would tell me I should not see her daughter again. I suddenly pictured that she and her husband weren’t nearly so accepting of Lisa’s lesbianism as they appeared to be. That in private they hated it, and I was just perpetuating their daughter’s journey through what they saw as a wicked, evil lifestyle that they thought was pure choice instead of hardwired in the brain.

“You’re very mature for your age. I like that,” she began.

Oh, pleasepleasePLEASE like more than that, I thought to myself, but said, “Thank you.”

“Well,” she said, taking a deep breath while I did the same to steel myself for the bad news. “It’s about… umm… your film career.”

Oh, fuck fuck fuck! How did she know? Had someone told her about it? Brenda, maybe? I could feel myself turning sixteen shades of red.

“Did someone… tell you… I was in a… movie?”

“Mmmm… not exactly,” she said.

Oh, God. She hadn’t heard about it. She’d seen it. My mother’s warning, once considered silly, slammed me with all its meaning. She’d said I would regret having people see me in a movie like that, but I hadn’t believed her. Now, I understood what she meant.

“How… uh…” I cleared my throat. “How did you know to look for me online, though?”

“This is the embarrassing part, for me and my husband anyway. We are… well… we are fans of your mom. Have been for years.”

“Oh?” I couldn’t think of anything else to say, which was worse than just saying yes ma’am to everything she said.

“We’d heard she was in a short scene with her own daughter, and this afternoon, I checked it out, not even realizing you were her daughter. Greg gets so busy with classes this time of year, I can find myself, uh, alone and needing, well, some relief.” Now she was blushing as she stammered through her confession of masturbating to my mom’s movies.

“Anyway, I can’t tell you how shocked I was to see your face on that video. Dear, you’re eighteen and can make these decisions for yourself, but I just want to make sure Lisa doesn’t get another broken heart when she finds out your naked body is out there for the world to see, not to mention having sex with another girl.”

Relief like I’d not known since my mother got home safely from rescuing Cindy flooded over me. She was worried about Lisa being hurt when she found out. Of course, what she didn’t know was that the movie was a big catalyst for our first interaction at registration day. Lisa was fully aware of the movies I’d made. Had enjoyed them numerous times, in fact.

“Is that what’s bothering you? That Lisa might find out about what I’d done and be hurt?”

“Well, that, and a desire to know if you plan on continuing your career as a porn actress.”

I didn’t want to tell on Lisa and her internet habits, but I also needed to put Ms. Brown’s mind at ease. I finished my wine in one swallow and looked at the mother of the girl I adored.

“Ms. Brown, if I tell you something, do you promise not to get upset?”

“Well, I can promise not to fly off the handle, but being upset is really not under a person’s control.”

“Okay. Just don’t fly off the handle.”

“I promise.”

“Lisa’s already seen my movies online. She’d seen them before we ever laid eyes on each other.”

Her back straightened up just slightly as a sudden understanding dawned on her. Her eyebrows arched just a bit and she said, “Oh.”

I wondered if she felt as stupid as I’d felt a moment ago when I could think of nothing better than that to say.

“I never even considered that she watched porn on the computer,” she said. “How silly of me. We didn’t have computer porn when I was her age, but we had other things. Things I was always dying to get my hands on. I guess I should have known. She’s not exactly inexperienced, sexually. I feel stupid for not realizing it before.”

“Don’t feel stupid. You just never put two and two together before. Obviously, you had to know your daughters masturbate regularly.”

“How did you know Rachel does?” she asked, looking at me with a slight bit of concern.

“Oh, I’ve never, like, seen her do it or anything,” I said. “I just, well, I remember sixteen.”

“Yes,” she agreed. “I could have avoided this entire thing if I’d stopped to remember sixteen and added the availability of porn online to the equation.”

She thought for a moment. “Do you think Rachel looks at internet porn?”

“I don’t know one way or the other for sure, but if I were to bet on it, I’d say easy money was on ‘yes’ on that question.”

Ms. Brown smiled at me and shook her head. “I believe you’re probably right. Do you think I should do anything about it? She’s underage, after all.”

“About the only thing you could do is remove all the computers from the house and hire someone to watch her 24/7 to make sure she never gets on another computer with internet.”

She laughed again. “I guess you’re right.” Then she paused again for thought and said, “You’re familiar with that industry. Do you think it’s bad for girls Rachel’s age to be exposed to that? Does it raise false expectations regarding sex?”

“As long as the person watching knows it’s just a movie and not depicting anything closely resembling what is real, there are no serious effects,” I said. “I’m proof of that. My mom, who should know, tells me I have the healthiest attitudes about sex she’s ever seen.”

“So you were watching porn when you were sixteen?” she asked.

I held out my hand and pointed down.

“Younger?”

I nodded.

“How young?”

“I’d really rather not say. You’d think I was a freak or something. I’ll just say with my mom in the business, I was exposed to the industry and the sex at a young age.”

“Oh, my God,” Ms. Brown said. “Before puberty?”

“I’d rather not say,” I replied, but I could tell she had her answer to the question nonetheless.

“Does Lisa know about this part of your life?”

“I don’t think so. I can’t imagine that she does.”

“Well, honey,” she said, looking down at her empty wineglass and barely nodding her head. She looked up into my eyes. “You probably should tell her before this relationship gets another day older.”

“Well, I was going to tell her everything about me that involved that kind of thing. I just hadn’t planned on telling her today.”

“Why not?”

“Because I’m scared to. What if it hurts her? What if it hurts her to the point she leaves me the way she left Brenda?”

“Do you think waiting will make it hurt less?”

Damn it! She had a point. “No.”

“Don’t you think if you wait and she falls more deeply in love with you that it would hurt more?”

That was true, of course. The longer I put this off, the more difficult it would be for both Lisa and me. But then, Ms. Brown still didn’t know everything that I intended to tell Lisa, and never would. She was not aware at all that I would also be telling her I have sex with my mom, my aunt, my adopted sisters — ages eleven to fifteen — and all the other females in my home. She did not know that I’d managed to have some great sex with girls as young as six before and that I planned to tell Lisa about that as well. Yes, I wanted my lover to know everything about me when it came to sex so she would be aware of the full extent of my experiences and the raging libido that could control my life.

I just didn’t want to do that right now.

Of course, I could have just told her some of it, but like Lisa’s mom, I knew that if I left anything out and told her later, she would be hurt I hadn’t told her in the original talk.

“Tell me something else,” Ms. Brown said. I looked at her expectantly. “What do you feel the biggest effect on your life of being exposed to things like that has been?”

“You mean, how has it affected me the most?”

“Yes.”

“Besides being very open and accepting of people’s sexual lives, it has given me a very strong libido.”

Her eyebrow twitched at that. “You mean you get horny a lot?”

I blushed. “Yeah.”

“I’m not sure Lisa can keep up.”

My blush deepened. “Oh, yes,” I said, smiling. “She can.”

“Okay. I’ll take your word for it,” she said, blushing deeply herself. “But I insist you take her to her room and tell her everything about your past, at least as it regards sex or anything else that may be a problem if she found out later. She deserves to know.”

Taking a deep breath, I stood up. As I left the room, Ms. Brown stopped me. “Oh, Cheryl.” I turned to face her. “No sex. If your videos are any indication, you would get way too loud.”

I laughed at that and nodded. “Thanks, Ms. Brown.”

“No, please. Call me Donna.”

“Okay,” I said. “Thanks, Donna.”

I left her sitting there and went to talk to the woman I loved about serious matters.

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