Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By Samantha Luvsya

{ This story was originally posted at Lesbian Lolita in April 2011 }

Samantha was not having a good week. On Monday, her girlfriend Cathy had moved with her family to another city far away. On Wednesday, she was among a dozen other workers laid off from her job as the company ‘tightened its belt’. She had already moved back into her mom’s house because the apartment she’d lived in for the past couple years had the rent raised beyond her ability to pay – good thing now with the delay in getting unemployment checks.

By Friday afternoon, the depressed young woman decided to ease her sad feelings with a nice long swim in the backyard pool. A couple of ice cold screwdrivers and the relaxing buzz of a blunt had put her in a very mellow mood.

Her cell phone brought her out of a wonderful daydream of making love with her (now ex) girlfriend. She pictured them in a long and tender 69 at the nude beach, loving the looks they got from people passing by.

It took a few rings to bring her back to reality. When she was able to make sense of things, she found it was her mother, calling to ask a big favor. Her mom’s best friend had invited her at the last minute to go to Las Vegas with her for a three day weekend. Her friend had already paid for the room and was planning to surprise her boyfriend, but at the last minute, his boss needed him in Texas to get ready for a big sales meeting to start on Tuesday. Further complicating the plan was the fact that her friend’s ex-husband had called earlier in the day to say he could not take their 12-year-old daughter for his regular weekend turn ‘because other things have come up’.

“So here’s the deal, Sam,” her mother said, speaking in an excited rush, “I really, really want to go, but with Kelly’s ex being an asshole, she has no one to take care of Lisa. She’s paid a ton of money for the room and it’s too late for a refund, so I’m begging you to do me a huge favor and let Lisa come over and stay at our house until Tuesday. I swear I’ll make it up to you, sweetie, I promise!”

While Samantha would have liked to say no, she heard the pleading tone of her mom’s voice – and with the floating buzz she was enjoying, she quietly said, “Sure, no problem, I guess. I’m not doing anything anyway.”

“Oh my god, thank you a million times, from both of us, honey! Kelly will call Lisa and tell her to head over to see you once she gets home from school. Yippee! Wish me luck!”

A sudden silence told Samantha her mom had ended the call. She drew a deep breath and wondered what she should do to get ready for Lisa.

First checking the fridge and finding it well stocked, Samantha checked the downstairs guest bedroom. She opened the windows for some fresh air but otherwise all was in fairly decent order. She began to wonder how this weekend would turn out; how she could entertain Lisa so that neither was bored; wondered if they would get along or have drama and fights.

A few minutes after 4:00, Samantha started to get a clue to the answers. The phone rang. It was Lisa making sure it was okay to come over now.

“Sure, it’s fine. But, hey, you need a hand carrying anything?” Sam asked.

“Nah, thanks anyway. I have all I need, I think, stuffed into my backpack and it’s only a couple blocks, so I’ll see you in a few, okay?”

It seemed only moments later when the doorbell rang. Sam opened the front door and for a moment, she couldn’t breathe. There on the doorstep stood Lisa, backlit by the setting sun, her blond hair seemingly aglow.

Dressed in a simple white t-shirt and Levis, Lisa was the very picture of a beautiful young girl blossoming into womanhood. She wore no training bra, her puffy nipples made that clear. Her shirt was also tapered so her thin waist was shown off, but not on total display. For 12 years old, Lisa was simply stunning.

Samantha drank in this vision of sweet beauty as the girls stood there, checking each other out.

“Um, can I come in?” Lisa asked with a smile.

“Oh, yes, sure, I’m sorry… I’m a little dizzy, I’ve been outside in the sun by the pool a bit too long, I guess. Sorry.”

Lisa just smiled and nodded. Samantha realized Lisa must have been checking her out too, as she stood there in her sheer white bikini. She was almost 21 now, but retained the hard body of a 15-year-old.

“Here, let me help a little,” Samantha said as she reached over for the backpack Lisa now carried in front of her. “Down here is the guest bedroom, I think you’ll be comfy there,” she said while stepped in front of Lisa to lead the way, though Samantha also knew it was a good opportunity to let Lisa check out her thong- clad bottom. An exhibitionist at heart, she couldn’t resist the urge to tease a little. Her tingly buzz also gave her a little more encouragement to flirt.

“Awesome,” was the only thing Lisa said when plopping down on the bed. She was all smiles.

“Okay,” Samantha smiled, “now that both of us have sort of been dumped for the weekend, whaddya say we make the best of it? We can watch movies all you want, order out for pizza, go to the mall, maybe even the water park, or just sit here and tell funny stories. Sound okay to you?”

Lisa was nodding excitedly. “That sounds great!”

Samantha caught herself staring at the puffy little treasures Lisa’s shirt concealed. She was wondering how much they would rise under her tender caresses and loving licks. But wait, she’s only 12 — how can I be thinking like this?

The longer she simply looked at Lisa, however, the more her lustful urges grew, and that question seemed to melt away. She also noticed how Lisa didn’t even try to hide her staring at Samantha’s boobs, swaying gently under the thin bikini top.

“Well, I’ll leave you to get settled. Put your things anywhere, this is your room to do with however you want, okay? I’m going to head out to the pool for a little longer, and then we’ll figure out what we’re gonna do for dinner.”

Samantha’s head was dizzy with naughty visions – a mixture of memories of her girlfriend and dreams of love with Lisa. The cool water refreshed her as she dove in and swam underwater to the far end. She came up, clung to the edge and took in a deep breath.

It was a decision that took only a moment – Samantha figured that she would lead and tease and lure and seduce Lisa as best she could, and then take things as far as the girl was comfortable with. If she seemed to be freaking out or was otherwise uncomfortable with things, Samantha would back off. After all, she only wanted to enjoy the treasures of this alluring young girl, while introducing her to the many joys of lesbian love, all done with sweet, loving tender care.

As Samantha came to grips with this plan, she heard the soft patter of bare feet on the concrete as Lisa approached. Sam opened her eyes to notice Lisa had on a generic one-piece swimsuit, a kind that was more than a couple of years outdated.

“Whatcha think?” asked Lisa. “Kinda dorky, huh?”

“Oh, no, I mean, not at all… well… uh, sorta … okay, yes. But I bet it’s not your fault. I bet your mom keeps saying no when you ask for a new suit, huh?”

Again the happy nod and smile.

“Maybe we will go to the mall, at least for that. I know the feeling, so I’ll rescue you a little. As long as it doesn’t cost a zillion bucks, you pick out whatever new one you want, and I’ll buy it for you, okay? And you can keep it here if you think you mom will get mad about you having it.”

“Really? Oh, yes, please, that would be so perfect!” Lisa said with a slight giggle behind her words.

“Like I said, I’ve been there, felt that, so no big deal. Now come on, get in the water!”

Samantha watched her walk toward the shallow end. Even with the fairly frumpy suit, Lisa just radiated sex. Those long, long legs reminded her why some people called girls Lisa’s age ‘coltish’.

Lisa waded in, gasping at the coolness of the water.

“Dive underwater, silly, doing it that way takes forever to get used to it,” called out Samantha.

Nodding, Lisa plunged in and swam over to Samantha. She grasped the edge next to her and let out a long breath. “Oh, this is wonderful! Wish we had a pool like this!”

“No problem. Anytime you want to come over, just call to be sure I’m here and jump on in!”

“Really? Oh thanks!” Lisa let go of the edge and hugged Samantha before dropping down into the water for more underwater twists, turns, and flips. She was like a dolphin, dancing in her element.

Samantha drank all this in and thought of suggesting to Lisa that they try skinny-dipping, but then she thought that might be rushing things a little. There was always tomorrow, right?

For the next half hour, Samantha watched Lisa swim and float and bounce all around the pool, at times asking quick questions and then diving back underwater, at other times coming up just long enough to gasp for air and give a giggle, then start another lap or two.

As Samantha was sitting on the side of the pool watching, with her legs in the water, Lisa popped up right in front of her, yelling, “Boo!” Once again the girl stared openly at Samantha’s boobs, in her now fully transparent bikini.

“Eeeek!” Samantha cried in false surprise. They both giggled.

“I’ll bet you get all the guys drooling when you go swimming in that bikini,” Lisa said.

Samantha was impressed with Lisa’s bold words and did not want to miss an opportunity to push things a little further. “That’s true, I guess, but I really wear this to see how the girls will react. That’s how I started out with my last girlfriend. I’m very bi. I hope that doesn’t gross you out, but I won’t lie to you either.”

Lisa’s eyes opened wide as she smiled and said, “Oh my god, no, that’s so cool, really!”

“Honest? You’re not just saying that to make me feel good, are you?”

“Uh-uh. A couple girls in my class are bi, one is a complete les, and anyway, I wouldn’t lie to you either, okay?”

Samantha felt a weight lifted from her. “Whew, thanks, sweetie. I was worried you’d freak out and call your mom or something. Thanks for being cool with it.”

“Gotcha, no problem.”

“All righty now, what say we get out and start thinking about what to eat? I’m gonna take a long warm shower and then wait for you in the kitchen while you do the same. Then we’ll figger out if we want to cook or do pizza or whatever.”

“Perfect, perfect, perfect,” said Lisa as she climbed out of the pool, wrapped a big towel around herself, and trotted to her room.

Samantha actually rushed her shower, dried off quickly, and did not blow dry her hair. It hung down, glistening when the light hit it just right. She chose not to put a bra on and picked out a cropped t-shirt that exposed the bottom half of her breasts. She loved this little shirt for teasing. If she reached high for anything, the top would ride up, totally exposing her boobs to anyone wanting to look. And she knew a certain someone already had proven she liked to look, so why not take it to the next step?

While puttering around in the kitchen, Samantha heard the water shut off in Lisa’s shower. Her heart was pounding as she anticipated the delicious moment when she would expose herself to Lisa, and wondering what the sweet little one’s reaction would be.

A few minutes later, Lisa came to the kitchen, dressed in a large Mickey Mouse t-shirt and soft cotton running shorts.

Samantha sucked in her breath but quickly recovered. “You like Mickey too? I have a bunch of stuffed Mickey Mouse dolls and things like that in my room – I’ll show you later!”

Lisa stood like a statue, her mouth open, staring at Samantha’s chest. The tiny top had already ridden up to expose both very stiff nipples.

“Oh, oops, sorry,” Samantha said as she tugged the shirt down a little. “It’s still pretty warm, and it’s just us here, so I hope you don’t mind.”

The girl’s smile returned. “Oh heck no, I’ve been wanting to do that with a couple of my t-shirts, but I’m afraid what my mom might say. She’s kinda strict, you know.”

“Well, what can ya say? You didn’t pick what family you were born into, right? Just gotta make the best of things.”

Lisa smiled and nodded, but kept her eyes locked on Samantha’s boobs.

Having this sweet 12-year-old look at her like this was definitely having an effect. Samantha wanted to just scoop her up and carry her to the bedroom, then bury her face in the girl’s pussy, licking her to trembling, shaking orgasms, one after another. She had to warn herself to slow down.

“If you want a soda or whatever, help yourself, the fridge is full,” Samantha said as she took a seat on a stool at the breakfast counter. “Do me a favor and bring me a Coke, will ya?”

Lisa broke her stare and removed two cans of Coca-Cola from the refrigerator.

“Oh, wait, let me get some glasses for us.” Samantha got up and went to the cupboard. Opening it, she reached high for a couple of tall plastic tumblers — resulting in full exposure of her breasts.

This time, she didn’t bother to tug the shirt back down. She stepped to the ice dispenser, filled the tumblers, and returned to sit on a stool next to Lisa, who once again was transfixed by the swaying of Samantha’s boobs, now with a thin strip of white cotton material resting above them.

Samantha decided to act like she didn’t know, or didn’t care. “So, kiddo, whatcha want to eat? I could grill up a couple steaks, or I think we have some leftover spaghetti, or do we order Chinese or pizza?”

Lisa, for her part, was trying to act just as casual, all grown up, and not say a thing about Samantha being virtually topless. “Um, well, cooking might be fun, but it’s a lot of work, right? So I guess pizza would be good, or Chinese. I do like fortune cookies.”

“Okay then, lemme find their number, and Chinese it is,” Samantha said.

She was feeling a rush, exposing herself this way to her new little friend. It was like last summer at the nude beach, when she had so much fun letting everyone see her naked and taking in the beauty of the many naked families there, some with girls around Lisa’s age, just slightly budding out, but still with a totally hairless mound.

After calling and placing their order, Samantha turned toward Lisa and pretended to – at last – notice that she was totally exposed. “Yikes! This top has shrunk even more lately. Sorry, but this is silly, don’t you think?”

She whipped the little shirt off and tossed it across the room. “It’s just us here, and you don’t mind, right?”

Lisa just nodded with her golden smile.

“So,” Samantha grinned, “you said you wanted to do this with one of your shirts but you were afraid your mom might get mad?”

“Yeah. She wants to keep me like her little baby girl, but I’m not a baby anymore. That’s so lame!”

“You won’t hear me arguing with that, hon, you sure are growing up, and beautifully. Just look at your gorgeous long legs. You have such a sweet body, it’s only natural to want to show it off a little. So tell ya what. I have a ton of old t-shirts upstairs. Whatcha say we go up, you pick out a couple you like, and we can crop them to show off your awesome tummy?”

“Can we?” asked Lisa in an excited voice.

“Heck ya, just we won’t be quite as drastic when we crop ‘em as I was with that one, okay?”

Both girls glanced at the tiny shirt now crumpled on the floor – and burst out laughing.

“Okay, I think we have enough time to do that before the food gets here, if we hurry!” Samantha scampered upstairs with Lisa quickly at her heels. “Forgive my sloppy room, I was planning to clean it tomorrow.”

Lisa looked around at how Samantha had things set up, from celebrity posters on the walls to the canopy bed to the computer desk with a pretty screen-saver going… and then back to the older girl’s boobs.

“This is nice,” Lisa cooed. “Really!”

Samantha was feeling more and more horny as enjoyed Lisa’s loving stares. Her nipples remained almost painfully stiff. “Okay, um, over in my dresser, bottom drawer, is a bunch of shirts you can have. Pick out a couple and I’ll find the scissors.”

Lisa giggled as she went through the T-shirts. Some plain, some with bold lettering, others with printed photos of Johnny Depp, Britney Spears, and Christina. She brought two back to Samantha, one a purple print and the other a red one with an abstract design.

“Oh, good choice! Now these will hang a bit baggy on you, but hey, all the more comfy. So, for us to get this right, you gotta try each one on, then we see where you want it cropped.”

Lisa looked a bit confused.

“The shirt you have on now, silly, it’s gotta come off, so we know how these are gonna look on you.”

Lisa hesitated for a moment.

“Okay, if you don’t want to, it’s cool with me. But don’t worry about being embarrassed or anything, heck, you’ve seen mine for a long time now, right? And it’s okay with me.”

“But… it’s just that… yours are so nice and big and pretty, and I have… nothing, really.” The girl was almost on the verge of tears as she looked down at her chest.

“Hey you. Listen to me now. I’m gonna tell you something, but it’s just between us, okay? And remember, I will never, ever lie to you.”

Lisa looked up and nodded.

“Lots of people, people like me, think a young girl’s body is a very special, very wonderful, very beautiful thing, even way before they start sprouting boobies or growing any hair down there.”

The 12-year-old gave her a quizzical look.

“I’m totally serious. And besides, you’ve already got at least a pretty pair of puffy little nipples. Either that or you’ve been teasing me with cotton balls all afternoon!”

Lisa broke out in giggles. “No, I mean, that’s me, for real. Like you said, kinda puffy nipples, but that’s all.”

“Oh my god, that’s enough, sweetie! Really, you are perfect at every stage as you grow. You just gotta have more self confidence about your body – and that’s what we’re gonna work on, starting with these shirts. So come on now, off with the old, on with the new!”

Samantha’s heart leaped as Lisa suddenly lifted off her shirt and tossed it on the bed, exposing two amazingly beautiful pink nipples which seemed to stiffen a little as Samantha stared at them.

“Ohhhh, those are just perfect, sooo pretty! You’re really lucky, and so is anyone who gets to play with them someday!”

Lisa giggled again.

Samantha didn’t know how she managed to restrain herself from clamping her mouth over those sweet buds – but somehow she did. “Okay, so, try one of these on and I’ll mark where we want to cut it off…”

Lisa slipped on the first t-shirt, the red one. It was indeed large across her shoulders and so long she could easily use it as a sleeping shirt. Samantha went quickly to work. Marking the shirt with a sharpie, she had Lisa take it off again so she could cut it with the scissors Samantha had a hard time concentrating what she was doing, because now Lisa was just sitting there, not trying to cover up – looking all ‘matter of fact’ as Samantha stared at her sweet little boobies.

The first crop was a bit uneven, so they trimmed off a little more to straighten it. The final result was a good one. It showed off the girl’s flat tummy while keeping her nips covered.

It went the same for the next shirt, with Samantha not even trying to disguise her stares at Lisa’s chest. She was wondering how smooth Lisa’s pussy was, but caught herself racing ahead in her desires.

Lisa stayed in the purple shirt, looking in the mirror with a new pride in her body.

“If you want,” said Samantha, “take a few of the rest of these home for sleeping shirts. I don’t wear them anymore.”

“Really? Thanks!” Lisa bubbled as she rushed over to give Samantha a hug.

Samantha squeezed the girl tightly, pulling her body close against her. She was sure Lisa could feel her hard nipples poking out as they hugged.

Their embrace was broken by the doorbell. Dinner had arrived. Samantha reached over to grab a t-shirt for modesty and then ran downstairs with Lisa to get the Chinese food.

Continue on to Part Two