Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

Bye-Bye, Clare? Hello, Zelda!

By Cheryl Taggert 

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The next day after classes, Deanna and I drove over to the set where Mom was working. I sought out Chandra and talked to her while she cleaned up her station.

“Chandra, what’s your granddaughter’s name? The one who goes to UCLA?”

“Carlita. Why?”

“Oh, I just saw her the other day and was wondering. Do you have her number?”

“Course I do. What kind of grandmother do you think I am? My word, girl. A grandmother who doesn’t have her granddaughter’s phone number isn’t much of a grandmother if you ask me.”

“Could you give it to me?”

“No.”

“Why not?” I asked, thrown for a loop that she would refuse. That had never occurred to me.

“Because she hasn’t told me I can give you her number. Why don’t you ask her?”

“Well, she’s always with a girl who’s my sworn enemy.”

“You sound like one of them super heroes,” Chandra said, making Deanna laugh.

“Well, she is. That’s kinda what I wanted to talk to her about. You know, warn her how evil this girl is. She blackmailed me by threatening to tell everyone about Mom and me when I was in seventh grade,” I said.

“That was seventh grade, honey. Maybe she’s different now. Growin’ up changes us, you know, in more ways than the physical.”

“No, she’s not changed a bit. She’s gotten worse in fact.”

“How’s that?”

“Well, you see, I’m in love–“

“In love? When did that happen?!” Chandra asked.

“Recently. And I mean really in love, not just that I have the hots for her. It’s the real thing,” I said.

“Congratulations, honey,” Chandra said with a smile, her gold tooth winking at me from the side of her mouth.

“Don’t congratulate me too soon. This girl is doing her best to break us up. She seduced my girlfriend’s father and is threatening to say he raped her if Lisa and I ever see each other again.”

“Why is she doing that?” Chandra asked.

“I told you. She’s evil!” I said. “Ask Mom. She’ll tell you!”

Chandra looked at me with a furrowed brow, curious now and not liking what she was hearing.

“And you’re sayin’ my Carlita’s hanging around with this gal?”

“Yes.” I could see Chandra didn’t like this one bit.

“I’ll be right back,” she said and walked out of the room. When she came back, she had Carlita with her.

“She’s my ride today,” Chandra said. “Now, tell her what you just tol’ me.”

I patiently explained to Carlita about her friend, Clare. As I did, she became more and more agitated.

“I knew she didn’t like you, but I didn’t know it was that bad,” she said. “You mean, she really did seduce that professor?”

“Absolutely,” I said, and told her about how she’d made me go without panties in middle school.

Chandra spoke up. “Child, you know I don’t try to interfere with your social life, but I’ve known Cheryl a long time, and she wouldn’t lie to me. This girl Clare sounds like bad news, and I know your mama wouldn’t want you runnin’ with no bad news.”

“She’s really making you never see your girlfriend again?” Carlita asked. I nodded.

“What do you want from me?” she asked.

We talked for a few minutes, and she agreed to pass on whatever she learned about Clare and her plans. She didn’t want to keep being friendly with her, but she said she would until the end of that semester for me.

When we’d finished talking, Carlita said, “I knew she could be a bitch, but who isn’t sometimes? I never knew she could be this conniving,” she said. “I guess I should thank you for telling me,” she added. “If she got mad at me, I could be her next target. That’s what my mom likes to say about people like that.”

We hugged, and Deanna drove me home.

When I got there, I couldn’t wait to call Lisa. There was no way for Clare to monitor our phone calls or anything, so we didn’t worry about that. We’d already proved ourselves resourceful by engaging in some wonderful phone sex. In fact we had agreed to do it again soon, this time with Jenna in the mix as well.

Before I could get on the phone, however, Cindy met me as I entered the house.

“I’ve been thinking,” she said.

“What about?” I asked.

“Your problem with Clare. It occurs to me she and I have never met.”

“No, but she’s heard of you.”

“Has she seen my picture?”

“No,” I said, wondering where she was going with this.

“What about the twins? Has she seen pictures or anything of them?”

“I don’t think so,” I said, still curious.

“What if I arranged for the twins to have sex with her and I catch them? Or what if I manage to get pictures of them together?”

“I see where you’re going with this,” I said. “That’s a good idea and all, but the one I have is less involved. Still, if my idea doesn’t work, I’d be glad to try yours out. It’s a lot like the first way we handled her.”

“I know,” Cindy said. “That’s what made me think of it. She may not care if people know about her and her sister, but she would definitely not want anyone to find out she had sex with a pair of eleven-year-olds. Ever.”

“She’d probably get suspicious, especially since she’s blackmailing me again. She’d probably wonder if it was a setup.”

“What’s your idea?” she asked, and I filled her in.

“My God, that is easy,” she said. “Why didn’t I think of that?”

“I know. I believe I didn’t think of it because it is so simple.”

“Will Professor Brown go along with it? Will he help?”

“I’m pretty sure he will. Lisa says he’s really pissed that Clare did this. I was just going to go to my room and call Lisa to find out what he said.”

She looked at me as I got undressed. “Um, Cheryl?”

“Yeah?”

“It’s been a while since just the two of us… had sex. Would you mind if I… tasted you for about ten or fifteen minutes?”

Cindy was already naked, of course, and I smiled as I stripped off my panties, the last vestige of clothing for me.

“Hey! Why not twenty?” I joked. “As long as you don’t mind if Lisa listens in? She might enjoy it herself.”

“Well, by all means. Let’s get things started.”

When I got Lisa on the phone, she had me wait while she got naked in her bedroom. Rachel wasn’t there, so she would be alone.

Cindy and I kissed for a while, allowing Lisa to listen in. We put her on speaker. This would be a great payback for the time I listened in on Lisa and Rachel.

“Tell me what you’re doing,” Lisa said.

“I’m going to kiss my way down Cheryl’s body, stopping at her boobs to spend some time with her lovely nipples,” Cindy said.

“How old was Cheryl the first time you had sex with her?” Lisa asked.

“Nine,” Cindy answered before taking my right nipple into her mouth to suck, lick, and nibble.

“Oh, fuck!” Lisa said. I could tell that turned her on a lot. “Bald pussy and everything, huh?”

Cindy pulled back from my tit. “As bald as it is now,” Cindy said, “but smaller.” She returned to sucking my boob.

“No more questions,” I said. “It’s frustrating when she stops.”

“Okay. Do you remember your first time with Cindy?” Lisa asked me.

“Of course,” I smiled down at Cindy, who was looking at me while she made love to my breast.

“Was your mom there?”

“Yeah, but she just masturbated while Cindy and I had sex.”

“I wish I’d been there,” Lisa said.

Cindy stopped long enough to say, “So do I. Two nine-year-olds? Heaven. If I’d been caught, I could just say, ‘but officer, together they make eighteen!'” Cindy continued moving down my tummy to my cunt. When she got there, she said, “My God, Cheryl! You’re soaked!”

“Soaked?” Lisa said. “Now I wish I were there right now!”

“So do I,” I said, then gasped as Cindy’s mouth landed on my very sensitive clit.

Soon, the three of us were concentrating on achieving — and giving — orgasms. Cindy and I were locked in a sixty-nine, and Lisa was masturbating, holding her phone down next to her pussy so we could hear the wet sounds of her fingers rubbing her clit, which, according to Lisa, was all red and plump.

We screamed out our orgasms and I lay there with my mother’s lover. It occurred to me that I’d never mentioned to Lisa that Cindy was Jenna’s biological mother, but I waited for that. I didn’t want to possibly embarrass Cindy by just blurting that out.

After Cindy and I recovered, she left the room to take a shower in the bathroom she shared with Mom. That was fine with me. I had plans to make with Lisa.

“So, is your dad on board?” I asked.

“Yeah,” Lisa said. “He can’t wait.”

Lisa and I talked about our plan. Her dad claimed that to tease him, Clare would spread her legs a couple of times each day in class, but she was now careful to always be wearing panties. I knew the people in my mom’s production company could take care of that detail.

The plan was for Lisa’s dad to get a picture of Clare with her legs spread one day in class. I would take the picture to Mom’s work, where they would doctor the photo to make it look like Clare was naked under her skirt. This would give us the picture we needed to ensure that Clare could never say she had not seduced him.

The next morning, I arrived at Dr. Brown’s classroom thirty minutes before Clare’s class would arrive. I had a camera that made very little sound when the lens was activated. Dr. Brown and I set up the camera on the desk, but hid it under some papers and things, leaving the lens exposed just enough to be able to get the picture, but hard to see clearly from the classroom.

We made sure it was aimed properly and ran a remote trigger to a place under the desktop where Dr. Brown could reach it easily when sitting at the desk.

To create a situation where Dr. Brown could remain at the desk — he had told us he was always moving when teaching, so sitting would not ‘look right’ to Clare and her classmates — I wrapped his ankle in an ace bandage before leaving the room.

When Clare came in and sat in her usual front-and-center seat, the camera was aimed right at her, with a wide enough shot to get her full body into the picture, including her face. Dr. Brown told the class he had sprained his ankle on his way into the building and would have to sit at the desk the entire class time.

Sure enough, Clare couldn’t help herself. She managed to spread her legs a bit several times during Dr. Brown’s lecture. Each time, a picture was taken with the camera. Dr. Brown would clear his throat loudly each time he activated the remote trigger to cover any possible sound the camera made taking the picture. He had minored in theater as an undergrad, so he pulled it off well.

I took the camera and its film to Mom’s work, and one of the cameramen took a picture of me in a similar pose, but without panties. Clare shaved, so we didn’t need a different model who had pubic hair.

He put the two images together through some photographer’s magic, and voila, we had what looked for all the world like a picture of Clare with legs spread and pussy bared to Dr. Brown.

We made several copies of the picture, and I put one in an envelope, sealed it, and addressed it to Clare.

According to Dr. Brown, two days later Clare confronted him about the pictures, claiming he had no right to take pictures of her like that. Of course, he said he’d only been protecting himself, and as long as she behaved herself — in other words kept her trap shut about what had happened — the pictures would not have to come out.

Of course, Clare wasn’t worried about the pictures possibly becoming public. She was pissed that another blackmail scheme had gone awry.

That Friday, Lisa spent the night with me, but this time we were at The Hollywood Roosevelt Hotel, a landmark on Hollywood Boulevard. It was this historic place that had first opened in 1927. In fact, Douglas Fairbanks, Mary Pickford, and Sid Grauman, owner of Grauman’s Chinese Theater, were some of the original owners.

We ordered room service and made no secret that we were lovers.

Saturday morning, I woke up to find my lover asleep. I’d watched Jenna sleeping before, and the twins, and it was nice to watch them.

But watching Lisa was different. I lay there, staring at her as she breathed in and out slowly. I pictured our sex the night before and remembered that slowly would not be the way I would have described her breathing then. Panting was more accurate.

I felt tears of joy sting my eyes as I watched her. Her left breast, the upper one as she slept on her right side, was outside the covers. Her nipple was stiff, possibly from the air conditioning. I didn’t care if the reason was the cold air and not my warm mouth. She was gorgeous.

She was a natural blonde with larger boobs than I had. She filled a C cup easily. Her nipples, the diameter of a large plum, were… succulent. That would be the best word to describe them. They were quarter-sized, pale, and rosy pink, with nipples centered like a bulls-eye on a target. Her body drew me as a porch light draws moths. Her inner labia were small and thin, her clit pronounced when she was turned on, though not what I would call big. It just managed to peek out of her clitoral hood and was the size of a small green pea.

As I thought of her, I could feel my pussy responding to the images my mind conjured. She began to stir, and I helped her wake up by leaning over and kissing her lips softly, my tongue playing along her lips with gentle caresses.

She opened her eyes and grinned, then blushed as she realized I had been watching her sleep.

“Don’t look at me when I’m sleeping. I might drool or something.”

“I don’t care,” I said.

“But that’s so unattractive,” she said and laughed.

I smiled and gazed into her eyes. “Not to me,” I said. “I can’t imagine anything you do being unattractive.”

“You just worship the ground I walk on,” she said, giggling at her own joke.

“Mm-hmm,” I said, caressing her shoulder with the softest of touches. I imagined my fingers were paint brushes applying magnificent color to a canvas worthy of a masterpiece.

“I have to pee. If you think everything I do is beautiful, you should watch me pissing.”

She got out of bed and I watched her shapely butt swaying toward the bathroom.

“Would you like breakfast?” I asked.

“Your pussy? Sure, but let me finish in the bathroom, first.”

“Well, you can have my pussy for dessert. I mean like real breakfast. You know, eggs, bacon, biscuits. People have it for breakfast all the time.” I was picking up on her sense of humor and playing off of it.

“Wouldn’t that mean getting dressed?” she said from her place on the toilet. I stood and watched as she peed. She was in profile, so I couldn’t see between her legs or anything, but she was beautiful anyway.

“Not unless we really want to. Hey, you know you are pretty when you piss.”

“Ha, ha. What are you saying, order room service and stay naked?”

“Why not? We could give the person delivering it quite a thrill. Sitting down in our birthday suits to enjoy a meal. We’d be the talk of the kitchen staff.”

“And the talk of the jail,” she said.

“No. They couldn’t arrest us. After all, we’re in our room. If we want to show off our sexy bodies to someone, that’s our business, as long as we aren’t trying to charge money for the peek.”

As she wiped herself, she looked at me. “You’re serious.”

“Sure, why not? I’ll request a girl to deliver the food, saying we don’t want to get fully dressed yet. I could even tell them that I want her to serve us as a waitress, pouring our coffee and juice, that sort of thing. We could really make the girl’s day.”

“Are you suggesting we fuck her?”

“No, silly. I’m suggesting we let her watch us a little. We’ll be naked when she gets here. We’ll enjoy some breakfast and do a little kissing. C’mon. It’ll be fun!”

“My God. You are definitely the kinkiest person I’ve ever met.”

“I know! Don’t you just love it?” I said.

After we decided what we wanted for breakfast, I lifted the phone receiver and dialed the number for room service.

When the person answered, I said, “Hi, my girlfriend and I would like breakfast in our room…. Yes, that’s our room number…. We’d like coffee with sugar and cream, orange juice, two orders of ham and cheese omelets with home fries and biscuits… Yes… Oh, and we’re not dressed yet, so could you send a girl? Also, we would like for her to stay and serve us, you know, sort of be our waitress. I’ll give her a 50% tip with instructions to give you 40% of that…. Yes, thank you.”

Lisa was staring at me with her mouth dropped open when I hung up. “God, you might as well have said we’re going to have sex in front of her!”

“So? As I said, they don’t care as long as we’re not charging for the privilege of watching us. These fancy hotels are all about making sure the customer is happy, even if it involves some exhibitionism. As long as we’re not prostitutes or something else illegal, they’re willing to look the other way. And like I said, we’ll be in our own hotel room.”

“How do you know this?” she asked, and I looked at her with a wicked smile. “Have you done something like this before?” I kept the smile. “Oh, my God. You have!” Same smile. “Where? When?” Now Lisa was all ears.

“Last summer with Deanna. We decided to stay at a hotel just to see if we could seduce the girl who brought room service.”

“So, did you?”

“Oh, yeah. The girl loved it, too. She just watched and diddled herself, but she loved watching the two of us together. She kept saying, ‘Wait til I tell my boyfriend, he won’t believe it.’ “

About fifteen minutes later, there was a knock at the door. “Room service,” she called.

I went to the door, totally naked. Lisa was on the bed, also nude but under the covers, watching TV.

I eased the door open a little and saw a cute redhead with freckles pushing a tea cart. I stepped back, allowing her to enter with the cart. When I shut the door, the girl turned and her mouth dropped open as she took in my nudity.

“It’s okay. My girlfriend and I are pretty open about this stuff. You don’t mind, do you? We just aren’t ready to get dressed yet,” I said.

The girl, who looked our age, said, “Uh… no… I don’t guess so.” She was shocked, to say the least. I thought that she must be new to this job. I decided to find out.

“Are you new here?” I asked.

“Just started last week,” she said.

“Well, you’ll get used to this kind of thing if you keep working in a fancy hotel like this. Believe me, nobody cares.”

She pushed the cart over to the small table, which Lisa and I had pulled out the night before for dinner. Two chairs were on either side.

“Come on, sweetie,” I said to Lisa. “Breakfast is here.”

The girl watched as a naked Lisa pushed the covers aside and rose from the bed and sat in her chair.

“Did they tell you we wanted you to stay and serve us our breakfast?” I asked.

“Uh-huh,” she said, still staring at Lisa. “They said something about a nice tip?”

“Yeah,” I said. “We’re going to tip you 50%, and the concierge is expecting 40% of that.” I looked at the bill. “Oh, you’re going to make out pretty well on that.”

The girl got suspicious. “What do you expect me to do for that?”

I looked at her as I sat down. “Nothing you don’t want to, I can assure you. We’re not expecting to pay you for sex if that’s what you’re thinking.”

I could see the girl relax visibly. Smiling at her, I said, “You just have to be our waitress. Would you pour the coffee and juice?”

She did, her hands shaking just slightly.

“Hey, we don’t want to make you nervous, okay?” I said. So far, Lisa hadn’t uttered a sound.

“I’m sorry,” the girl said. “I just didn’t expect to find two naked girls up here, that’s all. Especially girls about my age.”

I looked at her name tag. “Well, we’re all girls here, Zelda, all with the same equipment, you know?” I said. “Zelda — what a pretty name.”

“Thank you,” Zelda said, blushing. That’s one thing about redheads with freckles. When they blush, it’s so noticeable. Their faces turn nearly the same color as their hair.

“Do you have a boyfriend?” I asked.

“No.”

“Girlfriend?”

She blushed deeper. “No,” she said, giggling a little.

“Hey, don’t knock it,” I said, grinning at her.

I looked over at Lisa and realized she was nearly as uncomfortable as Zelda. Then it hit me. I was flirting with this girl, and Lisa was jealous.

The flirtation stopped, and I looked at Lisa intently. “Don’t worry, baby. I love you and only you,” I said, hoping to ease her mind as well as get things moving.

Lisa smiled. “This is only about fun,” I said to my lover. “Besides, she’s been looking a lot more at your body than at mine, so if anyone should be jealous, it’s me.”

“I’m not jealous,” Lisa said, her first words since Zelda entered the room.

As we ate, Zelda continued to serve us, refreshing our coffee. I’m certain she felt foolish standing there pouring coffee and juice that we could easily have poured for ourselves, but we were the customers, and she knew that whatever we wanted, within legal limits, we got. Besides, she was getting a substantial tip.

When we were finished, I stood up and said to Zelda, “Have a seat.”

She looked at me, wondering what this was about, I’m sure.

She slowly sat in my chair, and I went to Lisa. Taking her hand, I helped her up. Then turning to Zelda, I said, “This is the love of my life.” I turned back to Lisa. “I love her more than I love breathing.”

For only the second time since Zelda had entered, Lisa smiled. Then the smile grew, and finally she moved in and kissed me. I heard Zelda gasp softly.

We stood there in front of the pretty redhead and made out, tongues wrapping around each other, lips tasting our breakfast on each other’s lips. Our hands moved to each other’s breasts.

I looked over at Zelda.

“We’d like for you to watch,” I said. “It’s not illegal, and you won’t get into trouble.”

“Um… okay,” she said. “I guess.”

“Have you ever looked at porn?” I asked her.

“Uh…”

“You can be honest. I’ve actually made some movies.”

Her eyes widened. “Really?”

Lisa looked at her and answered, speaking directly to her for the first time. “Yes, really. It’s her and another girl, and one even has her mother, who’s a famous porn star.”

“Oh? Who?” Zelda was apparently starting to get into it. She seemed to be subconsciously rubbing her thighs together.

“Kayleigh Katz,” Lisa said.

“Oh, my God! Really?!”

“You know who she is?” I asked, caressing Lisa’s breasts and looking at Zelda.

Zelda blushed again, deeply, and I had my answer. She’d watched my mom in movies before.

Easing Lisa to the bed, I said to Zelda, “Listen, you can’t join us, but we want you to watch. And while you watch, you can do or not do whatever you want as long as you don’t touch either of us.”

She grinned, getting my point. “And you won’t tell my boss?”

“Your boss probably knows this is going to happen,” Lisa said, surprising me a bit with her sudden assumption of knowledge about this type of encounter. “That’s what the 40% to him is for.”

“Isn’t that, like, prostitution?”

“No,” I said. “You don’t have to do anything, and the tip is for serving us breakfast. You can walk out right now, and you’d still get the 50% tip.” I looked into Lisa’s eyes, which were no longer showing jealousy. The only thing I saw there was lust. “But this is actually our little tip to you beyond the money.”

I lay down beside Lisa and we continued kissing. I could see Zelda taking it all in, and her own horniness burned in her eyes.

I figured Zelda was probably bisexual, and she’d been ogling two sexy girls for the past twenty minutes, and now these same girls, one with a famous porn star mother, were going to give her a private show.

I could see she had every intention of taking full advantage of our hospitality.

By the time I was going down on Lisa, Zelda was out of her seat and standing beside the bed. I glanced at her, and she was pinching her nipples through her uniform and practically drooling. Her other hand was at her crotch, kneading her pussy through the material.

“You can remove some or all of your clothes to make it easier,” I said. “We won’t touch you.”

She must have figured we had been naked the entire time, so why not? She was out of the uniform in less than a minute, and her panties and bra followed.

I switched around and lowered my pussy to Lisa’s mouth. I was licking Lisa and Zelda had her head about a foot away. I could hear her breathing, rough and ragged and filled with desire.

Then I heard Zelda coming. Her breath hitched in her throat and she gave a long but low squealing moan that turned into a staccato of soft grunts. “Uh. Uh. Uh.” The rhythm of her orgasm punctuated the air.

It also brought both Lisa and me to our own climaxes.

When I next looked at Zelda, she was sitting in the chair again. Well, sprawled might be a better description, and her fingers were in her mouth being licked clean of her pussy juices. She was very cute with a slender figure. I figured her bra must be a 32 A, she was so slight in build. She got up from the chair and thanked us while getting dressed. I noticed her butt, very shapely, but looking more like a thirteen-year-old’s. She had a ‘landing strip’ of bright red hair on her mound. I was struck with how young she looked, despite being our age, and realized that while I was tempted, I would never do anything that would risk losing Lisa.

Zelda asked us if she could kiss us good-bye, and I let Lisa decide. She allowed it. Zelda gave each of us a kiss with a little bit of tongue. Thanking us again, she wheeled the tea cart out the door, and we never saw her again.

“I’m glad you ended up enjoying that,” I said. “It’s just kicks. Or kinks. Whatever.”

We laughed and fell into each other’s arms again. We barely made it out by check-out time.

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