Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By Shay

{ This story was originally posted at the now-defunct Sisters in Love }

The room was softly lit, like a church. Candles flickered on every surface. Mirrors reflected their yellow glow. Sandalwood incense burned and the fragrant smoke coiled up towards the high ceiling. It was warm, yes, quite warm.

Carolyn sat on a wide sofa in the middle of the room. It faced large oaken double doors with gleaming golden handles, which, as they reflected the candle flames, seemed almost to be made of fire themselves.

Next to Carolyn on the couch was her older sister Janet. You would not have guessed that they were sisters unless you looked into their eyes. In their eyes were vines and parrots, pools and wings; tigers crept in those eyes and waterfalls fell to earth. These were eyes that could stop your heart — or start it again.

Carolyn sat silently, occasionally chewing her lip. When she did this, Janet watched her silently. Janet, two years older and dark as a winter night. Like falling through the ice at midnight — if you touched her, she would touch you back, touch you in a way that you would never forget.

She watched Carolyn, thirty minutes short of her twenty-first birthday. Golden-maned Carolyn, bright as the sun on a lifeboat, bright enough to induce thirst and madness. Carolyn, tawny as a caramel candy, Carolyn, carrier of her mother’s beauty. You could die with her name on your lips and never know why. Carolyn, whose night this would be.

Two women sitting side by side on a sofa in a softly lit room; one having passed this way before, yet utterly unable to guide, and the other about to pass through an experience that would cleanse or destroy her.

Twenty minutes. Fifteen. A clock chimed the quarter hour. Janet reached across and squeezed her sister’s hand. Still, they were silent. That is to say, no words passed between them.

At twelve minutes to the hour, a sudden shiver passed up Carolyn’s slender body like a bird on an updraft. She took a deep breath and waited.

At two minutes before twelve, Janet stirred. Without letting go of her sister’s hand, she leant across and touched her delicate jawline. Their eyes met. Janet looked away for a moment and then kissed Carolyn on the lips, very softly and a bit longer than she ever had before.

Before Carolyn could recover from her surprise, her older sister had stood and, without a word or a backward glance, disappeared out of a side door, her steps muffled on the thick dark green carpeting.

Carolyn could feel her heart beating. She could feel her sister’s kiss on her lips. The room was warm, so very warm. And then it was midnight.

The clock chimed twelve and a handsome man in a tuxedo opened the double doors and walked towards Carolyn. He offered his hand and she took it. He led her to the open doors and to the moment she had come here tonight to meet.

The handsome man smiled enigmatically, and not unkindly, as he escorted her up to, but not through the doors.

“Stop,” she whispered, and did, stock still as a deer in the forest, sensing the wolf. She removed her pretty hand from his arm.

“It’s all right—” he began but she cut him off.

“I want…”

“This is not the time for—” but again she sliced through his words.

“…a woman. I want a woman.” She turned her tiger eyes on him and he simply nodded and left the room.

Carolyn held perfectly still, straining for any sound. She was aware of her own breathing, regular but with a slight ripple in it.

And then she appeared. A tall blonde woman in a green dress. She wore diamonds on her ears and hands. She was regal.

“I am Marlene,” she said simply, in a low and sensual voice.

The smallest of smiles appeared at the corners of Carolyn’s mouth, the lips her sister had kissed turning up in a subtle but unmistakable expression of small triumph. The two women closed the doors behind them and walked down a hallway.

Marlene gave Carolyn a look which invited, commanded her to follow. She did, willingly. As Marlene walked, the green dress hugged her generous hips like a wave over a mermaid’s tail. Carolyn watched, as if transfixed by tides. Her feet carried her without thinking. The woman’s body was fragrant with night-blooming Jasmine. Carolyn wanted to bury her face in her. And still, it seemed so warm.

They came to a doorway and her beautiful guide opened the door and waited for Carolyn to precede her into the room. A bedroom. The woman’s gown was low cut and her breasts were smooth and perfect. Carolyn blinked, then looked away. She had never been with a woman. Not like this.

And yet, that was the entire point. This was her Midnight, the experience every woman must have on the night of her twenty-first birthday. The choice to be made. Many choices. Choices which would reverberate through the rest of her life. Choices she must make… soon.

Marlene stood before her at the foot of the large bed. She ran her fingers through Carolyn’s long blonde hair. For several minutes she did this, almost as if calming a nervous mare. Then, at last—without stopping the stroking of her hands in Carolyn’s hair, she leant forward until the younger woman could feel her sweet breath on her face. Marlene searched her eyes with her own green ones, the green of a siren sea.

Then her cheek was touching Carolyn’s, feather soft. And still, her gentle breath on her skin. Still, the gentle stroking of fingers through her hair. And then… kisses, light as petals falling on her cheeks, next to her eyes… her forehead… soft lips on her closed eyes… and at last, settling on her lips like a perfect wordless phrase. Like music.

Carolyn had never been kissed this way. At least, not until just before the double doors had opened. What had…? But her thoughts melted away as Marlene’s kisses took her over. Marlene caught Carolyn’s lower lip gently between her teeth and then released. Then she kissed her over and over, unbearably gently, in a sensual allegro.

A little cry escaped her when Marlene’s tongue slipped into her mouth, like an angel folding her wings, like a succubus priming a sleeper. And still, softly, still so sweet.

Carolyn’s legs were getting weak and without realizing it she clung to Marlene for support, even as Marlene herself weakened her, made her pliable, dizzy with delight.

And then Marlene’s small hand grasped a handful of golden hair and held it, making Carolyn cant her head to the side. Marlene’s green eyes glowed and she smiled like a jaguar.

“Carolyn… what do you want?”

But before the blonde young woman could gather her wits, just as she opened her mouth to say, What? Marlene’s hungry mouth covered hers again and Carolyn’s knees buckled. Marlene smoothly laid her on the bed and then lay atop her, never breaking the kiss.

The easy weight of this woman’s body on hers felt delicious to Carolyn. Nothing at all like a man. Marlene’s kisses were demanding, yes, but with the sense of having the perfect right to demand. Marlene’s breasts, the same fine breasts that Carolyn had admired before, were now pressed to her own as Marlene’s tongue and lips explored hers.

So delicious, thought Carolyn, so marvelous to feel another woman against me. Her fullness, her softness, her knowing. Oh yes.

Marlene drew back and searched Carolyn’s eyes before lowering her lovely face again and using her left hand to firmly move Carolyn’s head to the side.

“What do you want?” she whispered, her breath warm in Carolyn’s ear just before Marlene’s tongue smoothly followed her words and Carolyn moaned beneath her. Marlene tongued and sucked her lover’s ears until the girl was squirming underneath her and moaning out her pleasure.

“What… do… you… want?” she asked again, letting her hands caress Carolyn’s breasts, her thumbs rolling across her nipples through her dress.

“I want to undress you.”

And with that, Marlene smiled and slowly released her prey and stood next to the bed. “Why don’t you, then?”

Carolyn got to her knees on the bed and gently turned Marlene around. She ran her hands over the bare skin, so smooth, so welcoming. She licked her lips without realizing that she was, and took the tiny green zipper in her hand and drew it down. The dress fell to either side, parting like a curtain when a play begins. She ran her hand over the beautiful exposed skin and was rewarded with the sensual sound of Marlene’s husky purr.

“You remind me of…” began Carolyn in a distracted voice.

“Of who, sweetheart?”

Carolyn shook her lovely head. “Of — of no one.”

In an instant Marlene’s hand was softly but firmly gripping Carolyn’s throat, then slowly stroking downward, lightening its pressure.

“Don’t lie,” warned Marlene.

“I’m sorry.”

Marlene shook her head slowly. “No, precious, tonight isn’t about me. This is your Midnight.” She trailed her perfect fingernail down Carolyn’s arm. “What you embrace or deny tonight is forever. People used to waste their lives agonizing over their secrets, the guilts, their hidden desires. That’s not for you, precious. Don’t lie to yourself. Don’t hide from yourself. I am only the canvas you will paint your desires on tonight. Your Midnight.” And with that, Marlene let her beautiful green dress fall like an outdated notion, and smiled as Carolyn reached out to touch her perfect, full breasts.

“What do you want, sweetheart?”

“I want these,” replied the younger woman eagerly as the shared sound of their soft laughter filled the air.

Marlene took Carolyn’s hands. “Touch them.” And she did, feeling their perfect lovely femaleness in her hands. So full, so sexy, so inviting. She caressed them and watched, fascinated, as Marlene’s large dark nipples puckered and stood up under Carolyn’s feminine touch. Marlene tilted her head back and sighed.

For the first time in her life, Carolyn bent down and took another woman’s luscious breast in her mouth. Could anything ever feel so heavenly? She instinctively knew exactly what to do as her pretty cheeks hollowed and she greedily enjoyed what Marlene was offering her.

“That’s right,” cooed Marlene, once again stroking the beautiful blonde mane of her younger lover. “Take what you want. Yes baby, mmmm, that feels so good.”

Carolyn sucked on each of Marlene’s nipples almost until they hurt, first surrounding each one with her soft lips and then gently pulling on them with her perfect teeth. Having teased them erect, she sucked them deeply until finally letting go with a sexy wet pop.

“So beautiful,” Marlene sighed. “You’ve never made love to another woman’s breasts before, have you, precious?”

“No,” Carolyn admitted while covering the curve of Marlene’s left breast with adoring kisses and laying her face against the hard nipple.

“But you’ve wanted to,” Marlene urged.

“Yes,” confessed Carolyn as her blonde hair fell over the smooth skin of Marlene’s shoulders, and she kissed her shoulders, her throat, her upper arms. “For a long time.” Marlene was not asking this time, her voice confident and sure as her hands explored and caressed Carolyn. Busy, happy Carolyn.

“Sweetheart,” whispered Marlene through her heightening pleasure. “What else have you been wanting?”

With that, Carolyn, gently rolled Marlene onto her stomach on the bed and feasted her eyes on Marlene’s ample, curvy, wonderful ass. The ass she’d been admiring all the way down the hall. But this time she was looking at bare flesh. Running her hands over the gorgeous soft swells. Her cheeks. Her lips.

Marlene moaned and lifted her ass in the air a bit, resting her head on her elbows with her eyes closed.

“Don’t deny yourself, precious,” she purred.

Carolyn didn’t intend to. She gasped with pleasure as she explored Marlene’s sexy hips and covered her rounded loveliness with kisses. She gently parted them and kissed and licked her intimately relished Marlene’s loud moans of pleasure as she did. Carolyn traced her fingertips over Marlene’s labia lips as she licked the woman’s anus as if she were starving, her urgent sounds of desire muffled against the flesh she was busy worshiping.

She ducked her head down to lick Marlene’s vulva — her very first taste of another woman — and a sweet shock ran through her entire body, a realization of the arousing combination of sexy familiarity and otherness, the pure delicious scent and taste of femaleness.

Marlene maneuvered them so that she was straddling the very willing younger woman, her blonde hair spread out around her lovely face.

“Yes, baby,” purred Marlene as she slowly lowered herself onto her eager lover. “What do you want? My pussy? My cunt, is that what you want?”

But Carolyn couldn’t answer. She could only barely breathe. And she was in heaven as Marlene smothered her in what she wanted.

Carolyn wrapped her hands around Marlene’s generous hips and moaned into her marvelous wetness with unfettered desire. She simply couldn’t get enough of this woman’s pussy, her aroma, her heat, her depths, her slick arousal. She felt a deep thrill as she had the thought, this is the most womanly thing I have ever done.

She felt as though she could climax herself, from pleasuring Marlene. And when Marlene reached casually back and began fingering her, she did exactly that.

“Tell me,” whispered Marlene as they lay kissing afterwards. Carolyn tasted of pussy, was marked by pussy, drenched with Marlene’s scent, as if Marlene were some magnificent female animal.

“Tell me, Carolyn,” Marlene urged softly, “who was it I reminded of you of?” She stroked Carolyn’s warm side, just under her ribs, “when you were walking behind me… when you were taking off my dress… I saw it in your eyes even before you told me. Who was it, precious, who were you remembering when you adored my ass… when you lost yourself in my cunt? Who? Tell me.”

Carolyn thought of all the times she had admired, envied, and yes, desired the woman who she had grown to resemble. She blushed, and her first instinct was to keep it from Marlene, even from herself, but then she remembered Marlene’s firm hand at her tender throat, and the wise words she had spoken. This is your Midnight.

“I was remembering my mother, ” she said softly in Marlene’s ear. “My mother,” she whispered again, finding a new pleasure in the words themselves.

Marlene kissed Carolyn again and murmured, “I know, precious. And did you want her to kiss you?”

“Yes.”

“And… did you want her to come to your bed and lay down next to you? Did you want her to make love to you?”

“Yessss, ” Carolyn answered through rising arousal.

“Of course you did, precious. How lovely, how beautiful.”

Marlene gently rolled over on top of Carolyn and moved her thigh up between her silken smooth legs while moving gently atop the younger female.

“What else, precious? There is more. More even than this.”

“Y-yes.” It was getting hard for Carolyn to think to respond in any way but a physical way. Something was breaking down within her, some useless barrier, and the remains of it were fueling a passion that was rising quickly within her.

“What do you want, sweetheart? Who do you want? Even more than the glorious woman you’ve been confessing to me about? Who speaks straight to your heart?”

Marlene had slipped her hand down to Carolyn’s wetness and she was fingering her expertly as she gently moved on her and inflamed the young woman with her words.

“I…I don’t—” Carolyn faltered.

“Tell me what you see… what you feel… in your heart and mind at this very moment, precious Carolyn. Tell me. Tell me while I’m fucking you. So sweet, so good. Yes, Carolyn, tell me what you see. What you want.”

Carolyn was trying to match her lover’s rhythm, and had her arms hooked up and around Marlene’s back with her fingers spread across Marlene’s shoulders, as if she were trying to hold on to something solid in a rushing current.

“I feel… Mom’s hand on the back of my head… in my hair….”

“Yes, baby… that’s right…tell me.”

“She’s—” Carolyn bit her lips and trembled as her pleasure became almost unbearable, her self control a memory as Marlene’s body and skillful fingers pushed her ever higher.

“She wants… she wants me to kiss…”

“Yes…?”

“She wants…”

“You want—”

“I want to kiss Janet! I want Janet!” Carolyn wrapped her legs around Marlene and bucked beneath her in a beautiful fury of joy.

As her orgasm overwhelmed her, Carolyn screamed, “I want my sister! I want her, ohhhhhh Janet, I love you, I love you….”

Her words, torn from the depths of her heart and desires, were shouted out in the same cadence as the delicious rolling orgasm that was seemingly tearing her apart.

“I want Janet,” she panted helplessly, broken and yet more whole than she had ever been. “I want my sister.”

Marlene propped herself on her hands and smiled down at Carolyn, laughing warmly.

“Yes, you do,” she said in a honeyed voice.

In the morning, after the two women had left each other’s embrace, after they had dressed; just a bare moment before Carolyn’s Midnight was over, Marlene took the younger woman in her arms one last time and stroked her beautiful blonde hair.

Smiling into her eyes, she said, “Precious? There’s something I didn’t tell you.”

Carolyn looked up at Marlene quizzically as she stood in her arms near the unmade bed.

“What I didn’t tell you was that two years ago, another young woman told me of her desire. A desire so very similar to your own.” Marlene kissed Carolyn on the lips, ran her hand up and down her bare arm and spoke one last time before they parted.

“That woman’s name was Janet. And she’s waiting right outside the door for you, to take you home.”

The End