Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

Romance in the Rain

By Cheryl Taggert 

If you need help keeping up with the characters, you may go here.

Author’s note: I have never been to the places mentioned in this chapter. The people of Kingman, Arizona, a real town, may be the friendliest people on Earth. It is not my intent to insult the town or its people. I’m just writing a story.

Before we knew it, spring break was just around the corner. I had decided that Lisa and I would get away for a while, just the two of us, and I would propose to her. Same-sex marriage was not legal yet in the U.S., but it was legal in Amsterdam, and although our marriage would not be recognized in the U.S., I still wanted to marry her. Fuck the laws forbidding two people who love each other from being legally wed because they weren’t a man and a woman. And fuck the bigotry. This was just another case of people trying to push a religious agenda onto a civil event. I had actually laughed out loud in a history class in high school when our teacher mentioned the separation of church and state. I got in trouble, but I didn’t care. All that separation talk was mostly a joke. I’d always said you could tell who the Christians were because they were the biggest hypocrites. Maybe not all of them, but certainly a large percentage.

As the big week approached, I spent a lot of time planning our trip. Most of the students I knew were going to a beach town other than L.A., or even to Hawaii. I had other ideas. I wanted to go on a road trip to the Grand Canyon. I’d never been there, and neither had Lisa. And the time on the road would give us plenty of time to just be with each other.

A week before we were to set off, I finally told Lisa my plans, well other than my plan to propose. Arriving at her house, I rang the doorbell and waited to be let in. Rachel answered the door.

“Hey,” I said in greeting. “Where’s Lisa?”

“In our room studying. Can I come too?”

I smiled at her. “You can come anytime you want! You know how to do that, right?”

She laughed. “You know what I mean.”

“Sure. Where are your folks?”

“Out with friends,” she said with a grin. “Won’t be home til late.”

The look on my face must have conveyed my idea that some fun could be had in their absence.

She sent me a mischievous wink and said, “So, can I come too?”

“Yes, you may. Whenever you wish once we’re in the room.” My meaning was quite clear. This would not be the first time Rachel had joined us for sex, and each time the three of us enjoyed it immensely.

We walked down the short hallway to the room the sisters shared. Entering, I plopped down beside my lover and Rachel crawled up to sit on the bed, leaning back against the headboard. As she did, she slipped her panties off from beneath the short skirt she wore and spread her legs before nimbly adjusting her body to sit in the lotus position, except her feet were just above the knees instead of high up her thighs, which meant her pussy was now spread and in plain view.

“You have some ideas rolling around in your head?” Lisa asked her sister.

“Yeah, I had an idea I would join the two of you having sex,” Rachel answered.

Lisa grimaced. There was no other word for it. “What’s wrong?” I asked.

“Beside the fact I’m praying to pass my midterm in biology? I started my period today and I’m cramping like shit.” She obviously was in no mood for fun and games today. That wasn’t good, but I knew Rachel and I could still enjoy each other, and I intended to do just that. I was also hoping my news of our journey after the coming week would at least cheer Lisa up.

I glanced at Rachel, who looked back at me and shrugged. I could tell we were both thinking the same thing. Lisa might even enjoy the show.

“Are you at least in the mood for some good news?” I asked Lisa.

“I’m always in the mood for that.” Still, she didn’t put the biology text down.

I reached for the book and gently pulled it out of her hands.

“Hey! I’m studying.”

“I know, but you can stop for one minute, can’t you? One minute lost won’t make you fail the midterm.”

“It might.”

Damn, she was in a bad mood. I looked at Rachel. “You didn’t mention she was being a bitch today,” I said to her.

“I’ve not really seen her until now myself. Busy with my own shit,” she said as explanation.

“Hello? I’m right here!” Lisa said since Rachel and I were talking as if we were alone. “If you have good news, tell me. What is it?” she asked, anxious to hear the news so she could get her textbook back.

“Guess where I’m taking you for spring break?”

That perked her up a bit. “We’re going somewhere for break?”

“Yep. Didn’t I tell you? Oh, no. I didn’t. I guess it slipped my mind,” I teased.

“Where?”

“Oh, all eager now that you know it’s a vacation, huh?” I said, still teasing her and hoping it would get her out of this shitty mood she was in. I love Lisa, but she could be unbearable when she was sick or in pain of any kind.

“Just tell me,” she said, exasperation saturating her tone.

“You’re taking all the fun out of it,” I said.

“Sorry. I just don’t feel very good and I have to study for this midterm that’s tomorrow.” She looked at me. I’m sure I was pouting. “I love you,” she said.

“Not as much as I love you.”

She smiled at that and said, “Oh, yes. And more.”

I leaned down and kissed her. Rachel saw and heard all this and said, “Awww.” She really did like the lovey-dovey stuff her sister and I did.

I got off the bed and began to strip my clothes off while I talked. I noticed Rachel’s grin and knew she was eager to get down to having sex with me, her sister’s lover and soon-to-be fiancée, but nobody knew that yet but me.

“Well, I thought we’d take a bit of a road trip,” I began.

“Where to?” Lisa asked.

“Yeah, where?” Rachel echoed, as if she were going, too.

“I thought we’d head east.”

“Well, that doesn’t exactly narrow things down much,” Lisa said.

“How does Arizona sound? I hear it’s nice in the early spring,” I said.

I could tell from her expression that Lisa had probably guessed our final destination. She seemed wary, as if she didn’t want to get her hopes up too much. “Where… in… Arizona?” she asked.

I grinned. “Do the letters G C mean anything to you?”

Lisa’s mouth dropped open and her eyes bulged. “Oh. My. God. Are you kidding? The Grand Canyon?”

I was naked by now. I tweaked my nipples to make them stiff and said, “Yeah. That is if you want to go. If not, I bet Rachel would join me.”

“Damn straight!” Rachel said, taking off her top and reaching behind herself clumsily to unclasp her bra.

“Forget it,” Lisa said, her eyes still on me, and a smile on her face.

I looked at Rachel. “You know there’s an easier way to put a bra on and take it off, don’t you?”

“Not now!” Lisa said. “When do we leave?”

“Yes, now!” Rachel said. “How? I hate dealing with these damn things!”

I got up on the bed, walked on my knees to Rachel, and reached up to pull the bra straps off her shoulders and arms. I then pulled the cups from her boobs and twisted the bra around so that the clasp was in the middle of her chest. She looked at me as if I’d just performed a miraculous magic trick.

Lisa interrupted. “Damn it! When do we leave for the Grand Canyon? Where are we staying? What should I wear? Tell me!”

Rachel reached down and easily unclasped the bra as if she’d never done it before. She held her bra out as if it were something that had been a part of her body that she’d somehow managed to remove and wasn’t sure what to do about it.

I held out my hand, counting each item on a finger. “Early Saturday morning, a canyon-side room at the Thunderbird Lodge, clothes when we’re outside, nothing while in the room.”

“Oh, my God! Really? This isn’t a joke?”

“Of course not,” I said. “It’s all booked.”

She smiled up at me and crooked her index finger to tell me to come down to where she was. Apparently, her cramps were really bad. I leaned down and she wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me. She held the kiss for about ten seconds, finally releasing me so I could sit down beside her.

“Fuck! I wish my period had waited another day,” she said. She wasn’t the only one.

“That’s okay. You wanna watch?” I asked.

“Maybe for a little bit, but I really do have to study.”

“Suit yourself,” I said. “I’m going to rape your sister now.”

“Can’t rape the willing,” Lisa said. “Especially the very willing.”

“Ain’t that the truth!” Rachel said and reached out to pull me to her.

We began by kissing and tweaking each other’s nipples, massaging the fleshy boob in our hands and just enjoying ourselves. Soon we were lying on the bed and humping each other’s thigh before moving to a sixty-nine.

“I’m going into the kitchen,” Lisa said. “This is too much for me to watch while being unable to join in and enjoy myself.”

With that, she reluctantly left the room. Soon Rachel and I had our mouths sticky with each other’s juices and were close to coming. Rachel’s hips began to rock back and forth as she spurred her orgasm along, seeming to will it into being. Her moans were loud and guttural. Then I was coming, my hips dancing in place as Rachel licked my clit.

Tremors of delight seized her and she joined me in a mad crescendo of ecstasy. Our moans were loud enough I knew Lisa would be able to hear them from anywhere in the house. I felt bad for my lover, but I understood. I could have cramps so bad I wanted to cut my insides out, and apparently she was having a period like that. It was one of those miserable parts of being female that men will never understand.

Afterward Rachel and I lay there, catching our breath and cooling down. I would have gone for more orgasms, but I wanted to be with Lisa. After gaining my sense of balance enough to be able to stand, I began to dress. Rachel reached down and began stroking her clit, obviously bent on coming at least once more. Part of me was envious that she would be able to enjoy more orgasms, but the other part missed my lover, and that was the part I listened to. As I left the room, Rachel was already beginning to moan and her breathing had increased to a needy panting. I glanced at her and saw that she had two fingers pistoning in and out of her cunt, while her pinky was toying with her butthole. The fingers of the other hand were stroking her clit. She was already headed for a massive climax.

I went out and sat with Lisa and helped her study by asking her questions, trying to ignore the sounds of Rachel’s orgasms in their bedroom. Eventually, Rachel came out to join us. Her legs appeared to wobble as she walked into the kitchen.

“You missed it. Both of you,” Rachel said.

“Missed what?” I asked.

“I rode the roller coaster.” That was how we described having a series of multiple orgasms, one on top of the other, as if you were riding a roller coaster with a bunch of hills. When I had them, they seemed to last for five minutes at least.

“I’m happy for you,” Lisa said.

“Not to mention we could hear you squealing,” I added.

We all chatted, interrupted by short bouts of studying, until I had to leave. Their parents weren’t home yet, so I told them to say hello for me.

A week later, I was back at their door early in the morning, picking up the love of my life for a road trip to the Grand Canyon. As I rang the doorbell, I felt it would be a trip to remember all our lives. It was memorable, but not for the reasons I thought it would be. I had intended on proposing, but the how and when ended up being nothing like my plans. And in an odd way, that made it even more romantic and memorable.

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We set off and picked up the 210 to take I-15 north toward Barstow, where we would catch I-40 East, which would take us to Arizona Route 64 north toward the canyon where the Thunderbird Lodge was located on the south rim. The trip was nearly 500 miles and would take about seven-and-a-half hours to get there, and that was with no stops along the way, so I figured it would probably take us between nine and ten hours, depending on the stops.

As it turned out, it took us a lot longer than that.

We were nearing Kingman, Arizona, when the car began to act up. It felt as if it wasn’t getting any gas, even though we had over half a tank at that point. We stopped at a roadside gas station and the mechanic looked at it, but not before taking his time looking at Lisa and me. His leer was downright disgusting. I would have driven off without letting him touch the car except that he was, as far as I knew, the only person around that could possibly fix the problem.

“Well, sweetheart, it looks like you may need to stick around here a while,” he said after taking a cursory look under the hood. “It’s lucky I got an extra bedroom,” he added, the toothpick in his mouth doing a small dance with each word.

I looked him dead in the eye and said, “First, we’re lesbians so we have no interest in your spare bedroom, and besides that, we both have the clap, so do you really want to do your best to fuck us?”

It was a bluff, of course, and he saw right through it.

“Come inside here a second,” he said, and started toward the inside of the station.

I was ready to drive off to see what else we might find in the way of help, but Lisa started following the guy and no way was I going to let him be alone with her.

“Have a seat,” he said, and he sat behind his desk where a computer screen faced him. He punched a few keys on the keyboard and smiled a lascivious grin. As he reached for the monitor to turn it around for us to see, I realized what he would show us before we could see the picture.

There I was in all my naked glory, my face buried in Deanna’s cunt. It was the second of our three movies.

“Yeah, I knew you liked girls. I just figured you’d never had a real man before,” he said.

I wanted to use the computer to smash his ugly head in.

I glanced at Lisa and realized I didn’t want to involve her in any of this. I had no idea what might be wrong with my car and wouldn’t know how to fix it if I did know. I decided I would find out if he did.

“So,” I began, “do you know how to fix my car or are you playing poker with a pair of twos?”

He got my meaning immediately. “I guess that depends on what you’ve got,” he said.

“I’ll do a little show for you — just me, alone — but you have to tell me what needs to be done with my car first and you have to fix it.”

“But then you can just refuse to do the show,” he said.

“Not if you have the keys,” I said.

He grinned, and I could see his rotted teeth, making me want to gag.

“What exactly will your show involve?” he wanted to know.

“I’ll pull my shorts and panties down and my top up, letting you see everything, and I’ll do myself just for you. But you have to fix the car first, and you do it for nothing except the show. If the car’s not fixed, I get to kick you in the balls. More than that, I’ll report you to the state police — not the local guys — that you tried to rape me. And my friend here will back me up on that.”

“What about her?” he asked, nodding toward Lisa. “What does she do?”

“She stays out of it. I’m the porn star, not her.”

He thought about it for a second while Lisa said, “Cheryl, no!” I ignored her.

“Where are the keys?” he asked. I pulled them from my pocket and tossed them onto the desk. He picked them up with a quick swipe of his greasy hand. “I don’t get to touch you?” he asked as he stood up.

“Nope. If you even try to touch me or my friend, the whole deal’s off, I kick your nuts into your lungs and call the state police.”

“Okay,” he said slowly, as if maybe he wouldn’t take me up on it. After all, he just had to do his job and I would reward him with a fantasy he could remember until he was too old to get it up anymore, not to mention bragging rights to his friends. I really didn’t care. My guess would be his friends would think he was lying anyway.

Rising from the chair, he said, “It’s probably just your fuel filter. Won’t take a minute to replace it.”

Fuel filter? I never even knew there was such a thing. As he stood, I noticed the bulge in his pants and felt like puking.

“Get ready to do yourself for me,” he said and left the little office to go fix our car.

I glanced at my watch and realized we’d lost nearly a half hour already. With everything that was left to do, I thought it could be another twenty to thirty more minutes before we could be on our way.

He pulled my car into the garage and started working on it. Ten minutes later, he closed the hood and started the car. Whereas it had been running awfully bad before, seeming to want to shut down every second, it now ran smoothly. I assumed he had indeed fixed the problem.

“Why don’t I just konk him in the head and we leave?” Lisa said. “Don’t do this, Cheryl. This guy’s bad news.”

“I know he is, but believe me, he’ll be satisfied and we’ll be on our way soon. You just watch to make sure nobody else comes in.”

He entered the small office as I pushed my shorts and panties to my knees and pulled my top up to reveal my boobs before leaning against a small table in the corner near his desk. He sat down, but not before unbuckling his belt and undoing his pants. I didn’t look at him again. Otherwise, I wouldn’t be able to even fake an orgasm, which is what I planned to do.

I began by pinching my nipples to get them hard and I started rubbing my pussy as if I were so horny I couldn’t move another step before I came.

I ignored everything except Lisa, who was near the door, looking outside and back at me, silently urging me to come on already. I noticed her gaze would sometimes move to the perv, where I could tell from the sounds that he was jacking off.

After about three minutes, I began making sounds that would make him think I was getting close. Then I began to tremble and moan. It was all acting. I’d not grown up watching my mom without learning at least a few things about the craft. I heard him grunt and knew I could finish now. I faked an orgasm and was finished entertaining this slug.

Feeling like a whore, I pulled my shorts and panties back into place and re-situated my top. I held out my hand. “Keys,” I said, doing my best to sound menacing in case he wanted more. But I’d been right. Once he’d come, he wasn’t so interested anymore. He tossed them onto the desk and I picked them up, disgusted by the feel of the heat that had been transferred to them from his hand.

We got in the car and drove off as fast as we could without risking getting pulled over. No telling what we might have to do if we got arrested.

We passed two more auto-fix-it places as we left town, and I felt like kicking myself for not at least trying to find another mechanic. It had seemed like an easy enough thing to fix. Just our luck the first place had housed the local perv.

We drove along, discussing our little misadventure, and finally arrived at our exit for Arizona highway 64, which would lead us to Grand Canyon Village and our hotel. I felt instant relief. We were running over an hour later than I’d anticipated, but we would be there soon.

I should have learned not to count my chickens before they hatched. After we were on that highway for about four miles, I heard a popping sound and felt the car start wobbling suddenly. In a slight panic, I steered to the side of the road and we got out, searching for the problem. It didn’t take long. The right front tire was flat. I did a quick inspection and found a large, flat piece of metal in the tire, which had caused a small blowout.

I wanted to cry. I’d changed a tire once in driver’s ed, but not since, and I honestly didn’t think about it much when being instructed how to change the tire then, thinking I would just call my mom and have her send someone out to fix it should I ever be faced with a flat tire.

Now, I regretted that immature decision.

“Can you change a tire?” I asked Lisa.

She looked at me as if I’d just asked if she could perform open-heart surgery.

“Well, I’ve done it before, but only once in driver’s ed,” I said, and went to the trunk and popped it open to get the tire and the tools for doing this. That was about all I could remember from the training I’d had, but I felt that looking at the tools and such might jog my memory. That’s when I discovered the spare tire had gone flat as well while sitting idle in the trunk.

Now I didn’t just want to cry. I did. I could see my marriage proposal going as flat as the tires.

“We should walk back to the interstate. There was a gas station there advertising a mechanic on duty where we got off,” Lisa said. “It’ll be fine,” she said, trying to console the inconsolable.

I accepted that she was suggesting the only solution available and took her hand. “So let’s go,” I said, locking the car doors with the key fob.

We started walking back the way we’d come. I thought about how my mom had promised me a cell phone, which was a fairly new thing back then, as a gift for finishing my first year of college. I needed one now. Lisa didn’t have one either, of course.

About two miles from our destination, I first noticed the clouds gathering. This was insane, I thought to myself. It never rains out here.

But of course, that was when things were normal and I wasn’t wanting to get somewhere so I could propose to the girl I loved with all my heart.

A mile later, the sky opened up and the rain poured down on us, soaking us instantly. We stumbled along, trying to ignore how miserable we were.

I began to scream at the rainstorm like some modern-day lesbian version of King Lear.

NOTHING was going right!

Then we arrived at the station.

It was now closed.

I sat down on the wet pavement of the walkway near the door and sobbed, pouring my soul out in the pouring rain. I felt utterly defeated. I’d planned and planned. I’d made reservations at a romantic hotel that now seemed lost to fate. I’d managed to put on a show for a freak of a mechanic. I’d driven over some sort of metal strip that had caused this latest catastrophe.

My life had turned to shit, at least for the moment. Clare would be happy.

As I sobbed, my lover held me, supportive to the end. Okay, maybe my life wasn’t shit. I still had Lisa.

I looked at her and decided ‘no time like the present’ and reached into my pocket, withdrawing the tiny box. I wanted to propose to Lisa today, and it now seemed imminent we would be sleeping under the awning of this gas station that usually held a mechanic that had now gone home to his wife and family. A man who was dry and comfy. A man who might even get lucky with his missus tonight.

I’d had similar plans, but fate had ruined them.

I got on one knee and ignored the discomfort caused by the pebbles covering the asphalt and pushing themselves into the flesh of my knee. Lisa looked at me from where she sat on the rain-drenched, narrow walkway in front of the door. She had no idea what was happening. I could see in her eyes that being proposed to was the furthest thing from her mind.

But when I opened the tiny box that she’d not yet noticed and held it up, understanding dawned. The diamond wasn’t a big one, just a third of a carat, but it was all I could afford. She obviously didn’t care.

She burst into tears before I could say anything, but I persisted.

“Lisa, you know I love you more than breathing. You mean everything to me, and I can’t imagine my life without you in it. Will you marry me?”

I waited for her response, which was more practical than anything romantic, but that’s my Lisa. Always letting little things like facts get in the way.

“But, women can’t marry women, at least not legally,” she said.

“They can in Amsterdam,” I said.

Her jaw slowly dropped open as she realized what I was saying. “You want to go to Amsterdam to get married?”

“Yes. If you’ll marry me, that is.”

Her hands were pressed against her cheeks as the tears and rain fell over her fingers and down to drip off her hands to her thighs, which were already soaking wet.

She looked into my eyes with love like I’d never seen before and quickly nodded her head a dozen times before taking me in her arms and kissing me.

At that moment, the rain, the flat tire, the closed station, my ruined plans for a quiet dinner and proposal — none of it mattered anymore.

I was officially engaged to the woman I loved.

No, my life wasn’t shit. It was fabulous.

That’s when my luck changed. A car pulled into the station because we’d been spotted sitting there in the rain.

A nice looking couple in their thirties seemed to talk together before the woman rolled down her window and said, “Are you girls okay?”

I smiled at her and nodded my head. “We just had a flat and the spare’s flat too.”

“Where’s your car?” the man asked from the driver’s seat through the woman’s open window.

“A few miles up 64,” I said, my arm still around Lisa, holding her close.

He pointed out an air pump, the kind that takes quarters, at one corner of the station’s parking area. “Why don’t we go get the spare and pump it up with air, then we’ll take you back to the car and I’ll even change it for you.”

I was nearly speechless.

We got in their car, apologizing madly for the water that was literally dripping off of us, and they acted as if it was the best thing in the world we were getting their seats wet. They took us to our car, got the spare, returned to the station and filled it with air, and drove back and changed the tire.  I offered them some money for their time and trouble, but they refused.

While her husband changed the tire, the woman asked us, “So what’s your story? What brings you here? The canyon?”

I told the lady about us, including my marriage proposal. She was thrilled. “That’s so romantic!” she said, delighted. I told her she and her husband were restoring my faith in people. I mentioned how a lot of people would have a problem with our sexuality.

She winked at us, saying, “Sweetie, I’m no virgin in that department myself. Lots of messing around in college with my roommates. Just don’t tell Stanley. He has no idea I’ve ever done anything like that.”

I found myself wishing he knew and would let her join us for some sex. She was very pretty and looked as if she’d be a lot of fun.

Soon we were on our way at last. It was dark, but we got to the Thunderbird Lodge without further mishap. Once in our room, we celebrated our new situation.

We were going to be married, legally in some nations though not in our own. We hoped all such marriages would one day be recognized in the U.S. Until then, we really didn’t care. We knew we would be married whether or not our government recognized it.

We made love, pledging our eternal devotion to one another before drifting off to well-earned sleep. The next morning we awoke, naked, in each other’s arms, and picked up where we left off. By that afternoon, we decided to check out the canyon.

It was magnificent. Almost as beautiful as Lisa.

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