Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By Lily

I was lazily thumbing through a book when my attention was caught by the idling of a familiar-sounding car coming to a stop. I tossed the book to one side and jumped up from my bed, bounding over to the window, where I arrived just in time to see two figures emerge from the parked sedan in the driveway next door.

I smiled as I saw my neighbor Reba and her daughter Anna, and thought back to when I’d first met them.

It had been two years ago in the middle of the summer when the moving truck had pulled up. I was thirteen and about to start high school, ready and then some to learn and experience new things. The house next door had belonged to a family with five kids — all boys — who had tormented the neighborhood, especially me, until they finally moved away.

When the SOLD sign first appeared on the front lawn, the neighbors had been abuzz about who the new tenants might be. I was delighted when I saw Reba and Anna in their car, parking just behind the movers.

Like the good neighbors we were, me and my mom went over to introduce ourselves and welcome them. Reba gave us both a warm smile, and as she brushed a lock of hair behind her ear, I was instantly smitten.

I’d never thought of liking someone before that, especially not a girl — or grown woman, for that matter — but Reba had a certain elegance about her that I found enchanting.

The day after she and Anna moved in, Reba invited us over. Apologizing for the unpacked boxes stacked everywhere, she and my mom shared some wine while Anna and I had big glasses of grape Kool-Aid. It was nice to have a girl as a next door neighbor, and it turned out that we had a lot in common despite the fact she was only eight years old to my thirteen.

Throughout the entire visit, I kept stealing glances at her mom. I quickly decided that she was the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen; athletic and blonde, shapely legs displayed in a butter-yellow sundress that accented her perfectly. Of course, what most people noticed first were her generous breasts. Reba didn’t show her cleavage off in an unsubtle manner like some women did, but she was easily a D-cup. Even at that tender age, I wondered what they felt like.

My feelings for Reba only grew stronger as she and her daughter got settled into the neighborhood. To me, she was the nicest grownup imaginable. Reba always greeted everyone with a warm smile, gave you a peck on the cheek when you had to leave and never, ever allowed you to feel out of place or unwelcome in her house.

Over the next year, I kept trying to understand my feelings for her. I’d had sex ed classes, but they never even mentioned girls who liked other girls, much less grown women, and I was much too timid to ask my parents about anything like that. Meanwhile, I’d struck up a friendship with Anna, and we hung out most weekends.

It was sometime that year when I learned what a lesbian was, and in spite of the awful things some people said about them, I knew the kinds of feelings I had for Reba were the dawning of my true sexuality. It was also during this time that I found out about masturbation. I learned the basics on the internet and was soon fondling myself to orgasm every night, with Reba the focus of my pleasure.

I quickly became very inventive in my fantasies — imagining being awakened by her during a sleepover, or slipping out of Anna’s bed, taking off my pajamas and tiptoeing naked to Reba’s bedroom to find her awake and waiting for me. I even imagined her touching me as we sat together on the sofa, Anna snoozing next to us as her beautiful mother explored my body.

Soon after Anna began third grade, Reba started using me as a babysitter, even though her daughter was a well-behaved girl who hardly needed looking after. Getting twenty dollars a night was nice, though, and the two of us always had a good time.

Being a single parent, Reba used her evenings out sparingly, but often enough to have fun with her friends. She always looked stunning when she went out, dressed in sexy skirts that even teenage girls couldn’t pull off. More than once her friends dropped Reba off when she was a bit tipsy, carrying her high heels as she came through the door, dress a bit askew — but still alluring as ever.

By then, my lesbian fantasies had blossomed into something very much like obsession. In fact, I was head over heels in love. I desperately longed for the courage to confess everything to Reba, to let her know my true feelings. But every time the opportunity arose, I was too afraid to say the words.

Now Reba and her daughter were making their way to the entrance of their house. I tapped on the glass of my window, and Anna peered up in my direction. She immediately broke into a grin, turned to her mom and said something, and then Reba and Anna were both waving at me.

I waved back enthusiastically, not caring whether I looked foolish or not. And as Reba turned back toward the front door, my eyes drifted down to her incredible ass. Like I’d done so many times before, I imagined how yummy it looked beneath that dark pantsuit.

Stepping away from my window, I tried to return to my book, but couldn’t concentrate. In the end, I had to unfasten my jeans, slip a hand in my panties and masturbate, fingering myself to a quiet orgasm. Reba had that kind of effect on me.

*****

Two days later. It was Friday, school was out, and life was fantastic. Even Rebecca Black and her stupid song couldn’t make the day less awesome! Reba was going out on a date and had asked me to babysit — needless to say, I didn’t turn her down. In fact, I had to restrain myself from screaming “YES!” into the phone when she called.

Anna and I were going to enjoy a night of rom-coms, pizza, and gossip — the perfect end to a long week. But most of all, I was secretly looking forward to seeing what hot, sexy outfit Reba would be showing off that night — and, if I was lucky, maybe I’d even get to see her put it on, or change out of it after she got back home!

For that reason, I timed my arrival next door for fifteen minutes earlier than I was expected, hoping to maybe catch a glimpse of Reba in her underwear. A few months earlier she’d gifted me a key to the front door, so I let myself in without a second thought — it had practically become routine. Anna looked up from the sofa and bounded over to where I stood, practically tackling me as usual.

“Hey, Dana,” the girl murmured, her face buried in my midsection. “So… ya ready to have fun tonight?”

I hugged her back as Reba stepped into the room, dressed in a metallic blue micro-dress.

To say she looked amazing was an understatement. It had a low back, and was short enough to show off her thighs without being too unseemly. Reba’s feet were bare, making me wonder if she hadn’t yet picked out her shoes.

She greeted me with a hug and a peck on the cheek. “Thanks for coming, sweetheart. So — what do you think?” she asked, performing a mock modeling pose.

“You look awesome… as always,” I replied, fighting the urge to add words like hot or sexy.

Reba smiled, and was about to reply when the phone rang. She trotted over to answer, turning to me and cooing, “Hold that thought,”  before picking up her cell.

Anna demanded that I follow her back into the living room, where she laid out the DVD’s we’d discussed watching. We were trying to decide which one to see first, and had whittled it down to two choices, when we heard a sigh from the other room, then Reba’s voice saying. “Well, okay then. Bye.”

She came into the living room, holding the phone at her side, a stricken expression on her face, then saw us looking. “Change of plans, I guess,” she said, making a weak chuckle. “Um… d’you mind having a third wheel for your girls’ night?”

Both Anna and I assured her it was fine, that she was more than welcome to join us. “Thanks, you guys,” she softly said, then looked down at that beautiful dress, gazing sadly at herself for a moment. “I’d better change out of this.” With that, Reba left the room.

I was all mixed up with my feelings right then. On one hand, I was thrilled that Reba would be staying in with us that night. I’d never really just hung out with her before. But knowing that her fun evening had been spoiled had me feeling kinda guilty for being so excited. Also, I felt sorry for Reba. The sadness I’d seen in her eyes made me ache inside. Right then and there, I promised myself that I would do whatever it took to make her feel better.

Anna and I picked out our movie, settling our disagreement with a civilized round of rock-paper-scissors. When her paper wrapped my rock, Anna did a little victory dance, then snatched up the DVD she’d chosen and loaded the disc in the player.

When Reba returned, we’d just started the movie, and the studio logo was fading from the screen. Even dressed-down, she looked radiant in an oversized t-shirt with cute striped green shorts underneath.

“Dinner’s on the way,” she told us, holding up the handset to let us know she’d called in the pizza order. We scooted over as Reba padded over to the sofa and sat, sliding in between us.

We watched the first movie in a casual way, making silly comments to the characters every now and then, cracking jokes and enjoying ourselves, then having a short break when the pizza arrived, eagerly digging in and grabbing hot slices. After stuffing ourselves we were a bit quieter, and settled in contentedly for the last half hour or so of the movie.

It ended on something of an anticlimax. We all stood, stretched and took bathroom breaks before delving into the next DVD. I’d never seen it before but knew it was supposed to be pretty serious, compared to the first one. Anna stifled a yawn before the credits had even finished, and I teased her for being a lightweight.

All three of us settled in as the movie began. This time the story was much more somber, and at some points downright depressing. It was very absorbing, though, and I quickly got caught up in the plot.

A few minutes later, I heard a heavy sigh. Turning to look at Reba, I saw that unhappy expression on her face again. Because of the deep feelings I harbored for her, it always made me feel a little nervous to be in Reba’s presence, but seeing her so upset made something click inside me.

Without even thinking about it, I scooted closer to her, our thighs lightly touching as I rested my head on Reba’s shoulder. I’d never been so bold with her, but something told me that she needed some closeness right then.

“What’s wrong?” I asked softly, feeling a twinge of excitement as she rested her face against the top of my head.

“Oh nothing, just…” her voice trailed off. She turned to look at me, and I gave her my most sincere ‘yeah right’ looks in return.

“You can tell me,” I said. “I’m not a kid anymore.”

Reba gazed at me for a few seconds, then nodded. Picking up the remote, she muted the television, then sat silently for a moment before speaking. “Okay. Let’s go in the kitchen, though.”

She carefully unwrapped Anna from her leg, and we tiptoed into the kitchen.

Reba leaned against the counter, arms folded, looking down at the floor. Finally she sighed deeply, then raised her eyes to meet mine.

“You know my, um, friend Jen, right?”

“Yeah,” I replied. She was a few years younger than Reba, Hispanic with perfect olive-hued skin, jet black hair and almond-shaped eyes. They’d been friends for ages, at least since Reba and Anna had moved in.

“She’s been… cancelling a lot on me lately,” Reba confessed. “I’m not sure if it’s because of something I did — or didn’t do,” she added, her brow furrowing. “Sometimes I start thinking that she — well, that she just doesn’t care anymore… and I’m nowhere near ready to get my heart broken again.” She stroked my hair and I couldn’t help but smile, despite the serious nature of our conversation. “Sorry to be unloading this on you, Dana.”

Now I had a good idea of what Reba and Jen had been doing. If I was right, no wonder she was looking so depressed. I may never have dated, but I can understand rejection, and if it came from someone I really cared about, I’d be a mess.

I felt bad for Reba for what Jen was putting her through… but I’d be lying if I didn’t admit to also feeling very excited, knowing that the woman I had such a huge crush on might be a lesbian herself.

“You don’t have to say you’re sorry,” I said, and moved close to Reba, gently wrapping an arm around her waist. She didn’t object, and at this point my heart was absolutely racing. This was pretty much the most intimate I’d ever been with anyone, except maybe Anna when we’d cuddle in bed sometimes. Reba felt warm all over, and I could feel her heartbeat in rhythm to my own as she put her arms around me, hugging my body to hers.

It happened then, the moment I’d been waiting for my entire teenage life. With our bodies pressed together in a comforting embrace, I leaned in and kissed her face, my lips touching just below her ear.

Reba gasped softly, and my heart skipped a beat, thinking that I might have overdone it. Instead, I felt her hand gently touch my cheek. I looked up, a hopeful smile on my face, to see her gazing down at me, her eyes warm and loving as she drew closer.

I’d had dreams about my first kiss, but at that moment, none of those dreams came close to the real thing. Her lips pressed softly against mine, and as I returned the kiss, it slowly deepened in passion. We stayed like that for who knows how long, my eyes closed as I took in each sensation, each slight variation in her touch, memorizing every detail.

After what seemed like ages, my eyes fluttered open, staring into Reba’s. As we looked at each other, my hand just seemed to naturally slide down to her hip, touching the curve of her ass.

Startled, she pulled back slightly, and I blinked, not knowing what to make of her reaction. With a blush on her cheeks, she began to stammer, “Oh m-my God, Dana — I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t have done that!” I felt a similar embarrassed heat in my own cheeks as Reba stumbled over her words — the first time I’d ever known her to be at a loss.

I couldn’t let the moment end like this. Maybe it was because I’d already taken this first step, maybe it was knowing she’d wanted that kiss every bit as much as I had, but a renewed boldness surged within me, and I knew exactly what to do. I kissed Reba’s mouth, stopping her words with my lips. Her muffled protests disappeared as her arms went around me, pulling me closer.

I found myself pressing my body tightly to hers as we kissed — or made out, to be more accurate. I’d never done anything so wonderful, except in my wildest dreams. Her hands moved along my back and down to my bottom, giving me lovely shivers. I began to explore her more mature body, slipping my hands under her t-shirt to touch her bare belly. I totally wanted to go higher and feel Reba’s breasts, but didn’t feel that brave, not just yet.

We embraced and kissed for what seemed like ages, stirring ourselves only when the barking of a neighbor’s dog startled us.

I giggled bashfully as I stood there with my arms around another woman, feeling a warm dampness between my thighs, gazing up at the object of my desire while she smiled at me. The nervousness and near-panic she had shown after our first kiss were gone, replaced by a heat that smoldered inside her, ready to erupt into flame at any moment.

“Come,” Reba whispered, taking my hand in hers. We tiptoed through the living room, pausing to check on Anna, who continued to snooze peacefully where she lay. Pausing to cover her little girl with a quilt that was always draped over the back of the sofa, Reba then led me upstairs.

Soon we were in her bedroom, a place I’d only seen a few times. I felt myself growing a little tense. I knew where this was going, and as often as I’d fantasized about this moment, being at the threshold of it really happening was kind of scary.

Maybe Reba sensed that somehow. Letting go of my hand, she turned and knelt before me, reaching up to stroke my cheek.

“Are you sure about this?” Reba asked, and my doubt just melted away, replaced by a warmth inside that almost made me feel like crying. I nodded, and she gently guided me to her bed.

We lay down side by side, and spent a good minute or two just smiling at each other, Reba’s hands shyly caressing my arms and shoulders. Then, with a mischievous grin, she pulled me close, and our mouths met again as she rolled over onto her back, bringing me with her so that my body was on top of hers. As we continued to share a lover’s kiss, I felt her hand hooking the hem of my shirt, tugging it up to reveal my modest B-cups. I felt my cheeks flush as she palmed my breasts, fondling them, her thumbs teasing my small pink nipples until they were achingly stiff.

I sat up, breaking our kiss, happily noting how Reba followed at first, trying to keep her lips fastened to mine. I lifted off my shirt, tossing it aside as I sat above her. Reba smiled up at me, her hand tracing my belly as she whispered, “Beautiful.” Her approval made me bite my lip bashfully, and I couldn’t keep myself from looking away. She laughed, giving my tummy a gentle pat.

Reba moved to slip off her own shirt, revealing the loveliness of her breasts. I couldn’t restrain myself for another second — I had to touch her. My hands worked their way up from Reba’s waist, fingertips gliding over her skin as I found my way to those soft, beautiful globes, cupping them from underneath, feeling the weight of them.

I was giddy, ecstatic and, like a kid, just wanted to fasten myself to her titties and never let go. I was more mature than that, though, and instead caressed them tenderly just like Reba had done with mine, exploring every nuance of those beautiful bare breasts.

“C’mere,” she whispered, beckoning me into her arms with a crook of the finger. I drew closer, pleasantly surprised when she guided my head down to nestle into her bosom. A sigh of contentment escaped my lips as I rested there for a moment, but I was much too excited to just let myself be held.

I began to plant soft, adoring kisses in the valley of Reba’s chest. She let out a pleased chuckle that I felt as much as heard, her fingers running through my hair as I continued to kiss and nuzzle the warmth and softness of the woman’s breasts. My hands were firmly cradling them now, squeezing them with each kiss, teasing the puffy nipples with my fingertips.

I kissed upward along her curves, like Jill chasing after Jack — except it wasn’t water I was after, believe me. Finding a nipple, I snaked my tongue out to greet it, tracing the tip around Reba’s areola as she cooed appreciatively.

My lips latched onto her nipple, and Reba gasped, wrapping both arms around my head to clutch me to her breasts. I peered up at her, and our eyes locked as I began to suckle. All the while, my hand groped and kneaded her unattended breast, and her body began to writhe beneath mine.

This was unbelievable, yet it was really happening. Fifteen-year-old me, who’d never even been kissed, making love to a woman. Not just any woman, either, but the one I’d been crushing on for ages!

Reba’s hands slid down my back, reaching for the hem of my shorts and not quite getting there. I released her nipple from my mouth with an audible pop and moved up to kiss her, giving Reba enough reach to slip both hands down into my shorts. I tumbled onto my side as I tried to slip out of them, suddenly desperate to be completely naked — and we both erupted into a fit of giggles.

Reba composed herself first, her hand sliding between my legs, gliding up an inner thigh until it brushed against the front of my panties. I whimpered as her index finger lightly stroked the damp spot I’d left there, pressing the thin cotton against my moist slit.

As she tenderly traced the cleft in my panties, Reba sat up to kiss and nuzzle my bare chest. Mimicking her, I cupped my arms around her head, holding her close as she masturbated me.

I felt her fingers ease the crotch of my underpants aside and brush my moist lips, causing me to gasp into Reba’s sweet-smelling hair. She glanced up at me and smiled — then her arms were cradling me as she laid my body down, tugging my panties off and casting them aside with one fluid motion.

I slowly drew my legs apart, giving Reba room to lie between them, inviting her to indulge in what we both wanted. Her hands were brushing my thighs as I nibbled my lip in anticipation, knowing that this was the culmination of my adolescent dreams. I only hoped it would be as amazing as I’d imagined.

Reba planted a line of kisses that made their way down to my belly and lower, causing me to shiver, then her eyes found mine and held them as she placed the last kiss on my mound. Taking in a long, trembling  breath, I instinctively lifted my hips, offering everything to my new lover.

She raised her face just enough to flash me a wry smile, then leaned back down, her tongue snaking out to lick my outer lips.

I gasped as the sweet sensation coursed through my body. Years of pent-up emotion, hours of repressed feelings were rushing through me like raging waters, pushing against a dam. Her tongue touched me again and I moaned, my hands gripping the sheets beneath me.

Reba licked softly, her tongue teasing the folds of my pussy, and I moaned again, louder this time. I was a mess, writhing with Reba lying between my thighs, the mixture of my juices and her saliva oozing down into the crack of my butt. I knew that there would be a huge damp spot left behind when Reba was done with me, and for some weird reason I wondered if she’d mind having to wash the sheets. All that was driven from my mind when her tongue found my clit, tracing soft circles around it and taking little teasing licks at the throbbing tip.

Part of me wanted to just lie back and enjoy, but another part wanted to watch. Pushing myself up on both elbows, I opened my eyes and looked down at her, breathing hard as the woman of my dreams voraciously ate me out. She still wasn’t done, though, and I yelped in surprise and pleasure as her lips closed on my clit, sucking it gently.

It was too much for me, way too much. Not even my most passionate solo sessions could compare with this. I’d never needed to come so desperately. I think Reba understood that, as she seemed to be urging me on to a huge finish. Her finger slid up and down the opening of my vagina as she continued to nurse at my clit. I reached down to pet her hair, and suddenly I felt myself boiling over.

My gasp turned into a squeak as a huge orgasm hit me, and I cried out as I began to shudder underneath Reba and her incredible mouth. Vaguely, I was aware that my fingers were gripping her hair, clutching her face against my spasming pussy as I came. Things got kind of crazy in my head after that.

Very slowly, I began to return to my body. The current of pleasure ebbed away gradually, flowing back to where it had come from. Reba was panting as I released my grip, and I felt a touch of fear that I might have hurt her, but then she dotted my mound and thighs and mound with soft little kisses, so I knew that everything was okay.

Just like I’d figured, when I moved there was a great wet patch on the sheets beneath me, and I couldn’t help but blush. Reba, however, was anything but upset. In fact, she was the most amazing sight — the woman of my dreams, sporting tousled hair, a loving smile, and a very moist mouth. I smiled back, and she crawled up to where I lay.

Reba cupped my cheek and we kissed, a sweet, erotic kiss as I wrapped both arms around my new lover and held her close. It was at that moment that I knew this was the start of something amazing.

*****

Special, incredible and immeasurable thanks to JetBoy. His mentoring and kind words helped me to finish this story, and without his help in editing, I don’t think it would be quite as good as it is in its final state. Love and kisses to you, JetBoy!