Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

Genie in a Bottle

By Cheryl Taggert 

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That afternoon when Jenna got home from soccer practice, she came into the bedroom and roused me from my nap. I turned over and grinned at her. She picked up that I was easily in the best mood I’d been in for a long time, at least since my first day of classes at UCLA, which hadn’t gone well.

She was peeling off her practice jersey when she stopped and said, “Holy fuck! You’re happy!” She said it as if it were a miracle, which maybe it seemed to be to her. She’d slept with me every night, and she more than anyone else knew how miserable I’d been for weeks.

“Yep,” I said. “As a clam in mud.” Then I giggled. “Or a tongue in a pussy.”

She finished getting undressed and joined me on the bed. “So give. What happened to cause you to be so happy?”

I smiled at her. “I think I’m in love. Or at least falling in love.”

Her jaw dropped. “With who?”

“Lisa,” I said.

Her eyes opened wide, joining her dropped jaw in amazement. “You mean that Lisa?”

“Yes, that Lisa.”

“Holy shit! That’s who you hooked up with last night?” Jenna was still in shock it seemed. She just sat there staring numbly.

“In a major way,” I said. “I just hope she feels the same.”

“What did you two do? Where did you go? It certainly wasn’t here.”

“Well, first we went to the ladies’ bathroom,” I said with a mischievous smile.

“Oh my God!” Jenna said, inadvertently sounding like the girl who walked into the bathroom last night and said the same thing. “You mean you two did it in the bathroom?”

“Yeah. We even had an audience of sorts.”

Her brow furrowed. “An audience? In the bathroom? How big was it?”

“It was like a public bathroom, only it was for the girls in the sorority where the party was held. There were five stalls, and, well, Lisa and I shared one. The door was closed, but everyone could hear us. When we finished, we walked out into the bathroom naked to cheers and leers from the girls in there.”

“How many were there?” Jenna was nearly drooling.

“At least a dozen by the time we finished.”

“And they were all horny from listening to you guys?”

“Oh yeah. I saw one girl in the back touching herself through her thin cotton costume when we came out.”

“What kind of costume was she wearing?”

“Some kind of Indian squaw thing. A short skirt and a decorated leather bandanna. She was cute.”

“And horny,” Jenna added.

“And horny,” I verified.

“I wish I could have been there,” Jenna said, a faraway look in her eyes. I figured she was imagining the girl who was rubbing herself through her costume and imagining helping her out.

“I wish you could have been, too. But you’re still just fifteen, and you have to be eighteen to get into those parties.”

Cindy stuck her head in the bedroom and said to Jenna, “You’re not in the shower yet? Get a move on, girl!” Then she looked at me and said, “Hey, Cheryl. Did you have fun last night?”

Jenna answered for me. “Boy did she ever. She was just telling me about doing it in the bathroom with a girl she’s wanted to get with for a while now,” she said, picking up her dirty practice uniform to put in the hamper.

“In the bathroom?” Cindy asked, her eyebrows arched sharply.

“Well, that’s where it all started, but we ended up in much more luxurious surroundings. I took her to the Beverly Hills Hilton after that. It was magnificent,” I said, remembering our time together there. “We ordered breakfast through room service.”

“What did you have?” Jenna asked.

“Shower!” Cindy said to Jenna, who reluctantly left the room

“Don’t say anything about last night!” Jenna said. “Not until I get back.”

I smiled at my adopted sister. She was horny, yes, but she was also so happy for me. It showed in her face. It even showed in her posture.

Jenna now gone, Cindy, her mother, turned to me and continued the conversation where it had left off. “So, what did you have for breakfast?”

“Besides the most delicious pussy in California?” I said, grinning.

“Well, that’s too subjective,” Cindy said, chuckling.

“We had eggs Benedict, bacon, wheat toast, a fruit compote, and coffee.”

“Sounds delicious,” Cindy said.

I smiled at her. “Not as delicious as Lisa’s pussy.”

“So when do we get to meet the famous Lisa?”

At that moment, my mom entered the room.

“Lisa?” she asked. “Is that the same Lisa you were so upset about a few weeks ago?”

“One and the same,” I said, smiling.

“That must be who called for you about an hour ago,” Mom said.

“I had a call?! From Lisa?! Why didn’t you wake me up?”

“Calm down, Cheryl,” Mom said. “She asked if you were here and I said yes but you were sleeping. She chuckled but didn’t explain why she found that amusing. I asked her if I could take a message, and she said no, that she’d call back later.”

“How much later?” I asked, already impatient to talk to her. I wanted to make sure she enjoyed herself last night as much as I did. I knew I was falling for her and feared she might not feel the same way.

“Relax,” Mom said. “Don’t have a cow. She said she’ll call back. Why didn’t you give her your cell number?”

“I did,” I said, scrambling for my phone to see if I’d missed any calls. I had. From Lisa about an hour ago. I’d also given her my home land line number, so she had tried it after trying to get ahold of me on my cell. I realized after checking my phone that I had silenced it when we got to the hotel and had forgotten to turn the ringer back up. I wanted to kick myself.

“Did she try to call you first?” Cindy asked.

“Yeah.” I said, turning my phone back up. I sat there and thought for a moment, aware my mom and Cindy were watching me. My brow was furrowed in serious concentration.

I looked at them. “Do you think I should call her? Or would that be too forward or seem desperate?”

“First, I’d suggest you stop acting like a thirteen-year-old,” Mom said. “If you’re falling in love here, I doubt she will want to fall in love with the thirteen-year-old version of you.”

I grinned. “Is it that obvious?”

“Obvious?” Cindy said. “You might as well wear an entire billboard proclaiming your love. It’s kind of sickening, to be honest.”

“What’s sickening?” Jenna asked, entering the bedroom naked after her quick shower.

“Funny,” I said. “I thought you’d take longer than that in the shower after our talk.”

“Hey, you got me close, so it was easy. Two minutes and I was shivering like a naked Eskimo, just not from the cold,” she said. “Now, what’s sickening?”

“Your sister’s return to puberty,” Mom said. “She’s acting like a young girl in love.”

“She is a young girl in love,” Jenna said, trying to defend me.

“She’s acting a lot younger than she is,” Mom offered, “like twelve.”

“A minute ago it was thirteen,” I protested.

“I’m still trying to nail it down,” Mom said, smiling. Underneath, she was happy for me.

I was still trying to figure out if I should call her back when my phone rang, the tune of Christina Aguilera’s “Genie in a Bottle” filling the room. How appropriate, I thought, thinking of the lyrics. “You gotta rub me the right way.” Boy, had she!

I pressed the button to answer my phone, and said hello while waving everyone out of the room. “Hang on a sec,” I said to Lisa. Jenna looked at me with her hands stretched out as if to say, ‘Hey, look at me! I just got out of the shower.’

I nodded at her, but stared down Cindy and Mom until they left the room. I didn’t need them there making me feel self-conscious about whether I was acting my age. I pressed a finger to my lips to let Jenna know to be totally quiet and said to Lisa, “Hey! How you feelin’?”

“Fine,” she said. “I called earlier but you didn’t pick up, so I called your house in case your phone was dead.”

“Yeah, my mom told me. My phone was still silenced from last night.”

There was a brief pause before she said, “Sounds like something I would do.”

“So what’s shakin’?” I asked, trying my best to be nonchalant and not overly eager… like a thirteen-year-old.

“Not much. What’s shakin’ with you?”

“I just woke up a little while ago. My sister barged in and woke me.” Jenna stared at me, the obvious ‘what the fuck?!’ in her expression. I just shook my head for her to ignore it. “But I needed to get up anyway,” I said.

“Yeah. I hate it when I take a nap and can’t get to sleep that night.”

“Yeah,” I agreed.

Then silence.

I nearly panicked. We barely knew each other and already we were running out of things to say. Not a good sign.

“Um,” she began, then stopped.

“Um, what?” I asked, praying she wouldn’t answer, ‘um, I’ve been thinking and last night was a lot of fun, but….’

“Well, I was talking to my mom and she asked if you wanted to come over for dinner this evening.”

“Dinner?” I asked, not knowing what to say. Mostly I was wondering what she and her mom talked about regarding us.

“Yeah,” she said. “It’s this meal some people eat around six or seven in the evening. I’m sure you’ve heard of it.” I could hear the grin in her voice.

“Very funny,” I said. “I know what dinner is.” She laughed at my response to her joke. “Hang on and let me make sure my mom doesn’t have plans.”

I needed a moment to collect my thoughts. I was so curious what she’d said to her mom about me. Had she talked about falling in love? Had she told her about how I had spied on her and Brenda when they broke up? What if she’d said she had enjoyed the evening but needed to find the right way to let me down easy? I pictured her mom saying, ‘I know just the thing. We can invite her over for dinner and you can break up with her across the street in the usual spot.’

All this ran through my mind as I went in search of Mom.

“Mom, Lisa invited me to her house for dinner. Is that okay?”

“Sure. Will you be home tonight?”

I was stumped. I really didn’t know. Did they allow sleepovers like this? It was one thing if we were still thirteen, but we were young women, and they knew we were in a relationship. Would they want to have the two of us bouncing off the walls in Lisa’s bedroom, groaning out our orgasms? My family would be fine with that, but we were rather unique. Hell, they would suggest an orgy in the game room. But I knew not all families were like that, not even most of them, sad to say.

From the lost look on my face, Mom realized she wasn’t going to get an answer. “Just let me know your plans, okay? I’m fine either way.”

I’d left my phone on the bed, so I went back to the room I shared with my adopted sisters to let Lisa know I could be there. I wouldn’t say anything about any plans for later. I figured I could see what developed.

I picked up my phone and said, “Lisa?”

“Uh-huh?” The smile was still in her voice.

“My mom says there’s nothing planned. What time you want me there?”

“What time do I want you here? How about an hour ago?” she said. She had no idea how much that thrilled me to hear her say that.

“I could have asked that differently,” I said, a little smirk curling my lip slightly at the corners. “What if I’d said ‘what time do you want me’ and left it at that?”

She giggled. “Same answer,” she said. I could almost feel her blushing over the phone.

I sat there, waiting for her answer to my real question. She was apparently waiting for me to say something.

“Uh, Lisa?”

“Yeah?”

“You still haven’t answered my question.”

“Oh,” she paused. “Which one?” Then she burst out laughing.

I grinned, falling in love just a little bit more with her.

“What time should I arrive for that meal some people eat in the early evening?”

“Oh! Sorry!” she said, still laughing. “Um, you can come over any time. We can sit around and watch a movie or something.”

“Or something?” I asked, suggestion in my tone.

“Well, not that something. My family is liberal, but not that liberal.”

“So they’re not as liberal as mine,” I said.

“What?!” she said. “Your mom would be okay with us….” She didn’t finish the sentence, knowing I already knew the rest of it.

“You did say you saw my movies, right?”

“Oh, my God! That’s right. Of course she’d be okay with it. That is so cool, Cheryl!”

“Maybe I’ll fill you in on just how cool it is one day,” I said before we hung up after saying our good-byes.

I looked over at Jenna right before we hung up. She was staring at me with eyes as big as golf balls and shaking her head in disbelief that I’d hinted at my home life so early in our relationship. The truth was, I wanted a less expensive place than the Beverly Hills Hilton to take Lisa when we wanted to make love. I figured the sooner I felt her out on that topic, and the one about my family’s sex life that went along with it, the better it would be for all of us. She already knew my mom and I had made a porn movie together, a movie in which we both caressed each other’s butt in a very sexual way. How far was it, exactly, from that to ‘my mom and I are lovers’?

And what about sisters? Lisa and Rachel were only two years apart. Most of the girls I knew who were that close in age to a sister had at least fooled around some. It was interesting how many freely admitted to doing stuff together when they were young. Had Lisa and Rachel? If so, how far did it go? How old had they been? And was there something still going on between them? I wouldn’t be surprised if there was, and I’d be even less surprised if the two of them had fooled around with each other at some point, probably in their early teens.

I was certain Lisa was aware of sisters who had fooled around and may still do so. Jenna was only three years younger than I was. Would it really surprise Lisa to learn we had fooled around? How shocked would she be to find out we still did it? Lisa was certainly no prude. In fact she was one of the most sexually liberated girls I knew. After all, how many girls would walk naked out of a bathroom stall into a crowded bathroom right after having very loud sex with another girl, who was equally naked? The answer is not many, which is why it was so daring.

I got up and got dressed. Jenna went out to watch some TV. The twins had been at a friend’s down the street, and they came in just before I left for Lisa’s. Jenna filled them in on my love life. Sonia and Sophia were happy for me, wishing me luck as I walked out the door to drive over and visit Lisa and her family.

The visit turned out to be quite revealing for both Lisa and me.

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