Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By Amanda

{ This story was originally posted at Lesbian Lolita in June 2005 }

Pariyat sat back laughing, watching the smoke rise from the extinguished candles on the cake as everyone clapped and cheered. Today was the girl’s tenth birthday.

Her mother kissed her on the cheek before cutting her the first slice. “Hoppy Burrtday, Pariyat,” said the woman in her heavy Indian accent.

Lindsey smiled. She loved hearing the way Chahna, Pariyat’s mother, rolled her R’s.

Chahna had fled her husband in Kolkata, coming to the United States in hopes of a better life. She was a lesbian, and in her homeland such things were simply not acceptable. She had brought with her a lovely four-year-old daughter and a Bachelor’s degree in computer science, allowing her to find work and make a decent living for her child and herself.

Two years after coming to America, Chahna met Lindsey, a redheaded girl with lovely green eyes and porcelain white skin. One of Chahna’s favorite features of her American lover was her slight pooch belly. She liked how it felt when she kissed it.

Chahna left her daughter and the child’s many friends in the dining room to eat cake and laugh and generally have fun.

Lindsey followed her girlfriend into the kitchen. “She really seems to be having fun,” said Lindsey.

“I like the traditions here. Lots of enjoyment for the little ones.” Chahna dropped the cake knife in the sink and turned on the water. “Have you thought about what we spoke of last week?”

“Yeah.”

Lindsey sat down at the small kitchen table and ran her hands through her hair. Chahna had known about her secrets for years now and had never seemed troubled by them. “But how do you know she’s even…”

“Gay?” Chahna asked.

The word sounded strange coming from her. She said it so rarely. “A mother knows these things,” Chahna smiled as she turned from the sink. She walked across the room to sit with her lover. “Silly, she has told me so.”

“When?” Lindsey asked. She and Pariyat had a good relationship, and the girl had never mentioned it to her.

“You will have to ask Pariyat yourself. She is not one to say too much.”

“You asked her if she was gay?”

“No. I asked her if she wished to get married. She told me she would if she ever met the right girl.” Chahna laughed to herself. “I told her she could marry a boy if she wanted and she told me that I was being gross.” Chahna looked at her girlfriend for a moment. “Gross is bad, right?”

Lindsey smiled and nodded, then said, “I don’t know, though. She’s still very young.”

Chahna put her hand on Lindsey’s. “I knew when I was much younger than she. And I know about you, so why do you argue?”

“Well, Pariyat has never given me a reason to think she’d be okay with it.”

“I am giving you my daughter. I trust you not to hurt her. And I know what you really dream of when we are together.”

“I don’t…” Lindsey began.

“But you do, I know this. And I do not mind. I love you and I know you love me, so it does not hurt me.” Chahna sat back in her seat. “Tonight, that will be my gift to you both.”

* * *

The rest of the long summer day went by slowly. Lindsey was becoming more nervous with every passing hour. What she was being offered both excited and terrified her. All of her life Lindsey had known that she was attracted to little girls. She’d thought that she probably would live a rather reclusive life, ending up a lonely old spinster with a hundred cats. Then she met Chahna. The Indian woman and her wonderful daughter had brought new breath into her life. She had fallen for them both almost right away.

Now, four years later, Chahna was asking her for something both terrible and wonderful. Chahna wanted Lindsey to introduce her beautiful daughter to the wonders of lesbian love.

Lindsey’s belly tightened when she heard the water in the bathroom come on. Pariyat was taking her bath and would be ready for bed very soon. Trying to work up her nerve, she walked up the stairs to the second floor of the small house and around a corner to the bathroom. The door was closed. She knocked softly before opening it and stepping in.

“Hey, Jelly Bean,” she said, smiling down at the girl whom she thought of as her stepdaughter.

“Hi, Lindsey,” Pariyat beamed. The little girl was very fond of her mother’s lover. The two had become fast friends almost from the moment they met. She picked up a handful of bubbles and playfully blew them at Lindsey as the woman sat down on the floor next to the tub.

Lindsey being in the bathroom while Pariyat bathed was not unusual. It was a guilty pleasure she often indulged. She had begun developing a real crush on Pariyat about a year earlier. It was the child’s beautiful budding womanhood: the tiny lumps that just hinted of the breasts to come, and the slight curve of her hips. Pariyat looked almost exactly like her mother, something that made it even easier to fall in love with her.

“Your momma and I had an interesting conversation today.”

Pariyat look up at Lindsey but didn’t say anything.

“We talked about you.”

The girl’s deep dark eyes widened slightly. “I’m not in trouble, am I?” she asked.

“No sweetie, of course not.” Lindsey reached into the tub. The water was hot, not just warm but hot. “Your mother seems to think you’re a lesbian. Are you?”

The question was so to the point that it almost surprised Lindsey when she asked it. She had not expected this to flow out so easily, but Chahna had made it seem like all she needed to do was ask.

Pariyat looked down at the bubbles shyly and shrugged. “I like a girl,” she said quietly. “And… I want to marry that girl when I grow up.”

“Oh?” Lindsey tried to sound nonchalant. “Is the girl you like someone from your school?”

“No. Well, one a little bit. But I already know who I’m going to marry.”

“Who?”

Pariyat blushed. Her dark skin normally hid that, but she blushed enough so her cheeks darkened and she looked away. “I can’t tell you,” she said. “It was my birthday wish.”

“Ah, well you’re right. You better not tell me then,” Lindsey said playfully.

Pariyat washed her hair, then pulled the plug in the tub. She sat in the water playing with the bubbles until the tub was completely drained. With the water gone she stood up, and Lindsey wrapped a towel around her, rubbing her arms and tummy dry. She kissed the girl on the nose and chin, then patted her behind as she stepped out of the tub.

“I have to brush my hair,” said Pariyat.

Lindsey smiled. She loved the girl’s long straight black hair. It reached down to just above her butt, and she kept it quite well. It did not hurt that every night before she went to bed her mother plaited it into two long braids. They walked downstairs so Chahna could do that.

With her hair done and in her pajamas — which consisted of one of Lindsey’s old t-shirts and a pair of boy’s boxers — Pariyat kissed them goodnight, then went back upstairs to her room. Lindsey lay quietly on the couch, her head in Chahna’s lap.

“I do not want you to have to wake her, so you’d better hurry,” the older woman urged.

“You’re pushing me?” Lindsey asked, not at all used to feeling pressure from her lover.

“If I do not, you will not go.”

Chahna coaxed Lindsey to a sitting position. “I love my daughter with all of my being. I want only the best for her. I know you will never hurt her or force her. I trust you with my most beloved Pariyat. I can think of no one better to be her first lover than you.”

She paused, waiting to see if Lindsey would say anything. “And you, I know you are a lover of children. I have seen what you read on the computer. I have seen how you look at girls, at Pariyat. I know you will be the gentle lover with her that you have always been with me.”

Lindsey nodded her head slowly. She considered what Chahna had said. She did love Pariyat very much, and this would be the realization of a fantasy she had entertained many times.

The young redhead walked slowly upstairs, then into Pariyat’s room. She found the child sitting on her bed with her feet dangling over the edge. In her arms she held a teddy bear, hugging it close to her body.

Lindsey pushed the door shut and crossed the room to kneel in front of the girl. “Did you have a good birthday?”

“Yes, very much. I got everything I wanted,” she said with a beaming smile.

Lindsey tried to make small talk, but she could not think of anything to say. She had never found herself at a loss for words with a potential lover, but this was unlike any situation she had ever experienced. “So, um, this girl you said you like… um, is she…”

“It’s okay,” Pariyat said quietly. She tangled her fingers in Lindsey’s hair, pulling her closer. “Momma told me you would be coming to me tonight.”

Lindsey looked puzzled for a moment. Chahna worked more hours than she did. She could even be called the breadwinner. When did she find time to have these conversations with her daughter?

“She did?” Lindsey moved to sit on the bed next to Pariyat. “What else did she tell you?”

“That I should not be afraid. That you would not hurt me.”

“Are you? Afraid, I mean?”

“A little.”

“Would you rather we did not do anything?” Lindsey pushed at the bangs Chahna had left hanging free to frame the child’s lovely face. “You know she doesn’t want you to do anything you don’t want to.”

“I know, she told me that already.” Pariyat turned on the bed, folding a leg under herself. “I don’t know what to do, though. You have to teach me.”

She looked bashfully up at the woman. Lindsey’s heart went out to the girl. She pulled her close, kissing her on the forehead, then wrapped her arms around the child, squeezing tightly. Pariyat returned the hug, even going so far as to set her teddy bear down.

“Maybe we’d both feel a little better if we turned the lights off,” Lindsey suggested.

Pariyat was visibly relieved. She was not usually shy about her body, much to her mother’s embarrassment, but tonight she seemed self-conscious.

The woman got up from the bed and flipped the light switch off. She paused with her hand on the wall, partly to let her eyes adjust, and partly to collect herself. Even through her uncertainty, she was feeling the heat within her building.

“Have you and your friends ever played, you know, sexy games?” Lindsey asked as she sat on the bed again.

“Sort of,” Pariyat giggled. “Me and Jenny sometimes kiss. Once I even kissed her — down there.”

Lindsey smiled to herself. With a deep breath she reached out and took the girl’s hand, gently laying her down, head on the pillow. “Now, sweetie, you’re safe with me. All you have to do is say stop and I will.” Lindsey almost hoped she would tell her to stop right there, but she did not.

“Teach me what you do with Momma,” said Pariyat. After a moment, she added, “Are you scared about it?”

“Yes, I am.”

“Me too,” Pariyat confessed. “But um, maybe if you pretended that I’m Momma it’d be easier.”

Lindsey almost cried. The child was so sweet. How could she ever be deserving of such a dear lover? “No, I don’t want to pretend you’re someone else. I love you, Pariyat. I think it will be nice to be with you like this.”

“I love you too,” Pariyat whispered.

Lindsey leaned down and kissed the girl’s soft, full lips. She pinched the bottom lip between her own and sucked on it for a moment before breaking the kiss.

“Is that how you kiss Momma?” Pariyat asked.

“Shhh.” Lindsey placed a finger on the child’s lips, quieting her. Then she pulled Pariyat up to a sitting position, spreading the girl’s thin legs apart. She moved close, wrapping her own legs around her young lover.

Lindsey leaned in, kissing the girl softly on the mouth, hands on her narrow waist. She was almost shocked by how small the girl felt in her grasp, so slim and tiny, as she slid her palms up and down along the child’s body.

Pariyat closed her eyes and sighed when Lindsey’s hands found her breast buds and the woman teased her pointed nipples with her thumbs through her shirt.

“I love you, Lindsey,” Pariyat whispered around her quickening breath.

In reply, Lindsey leaned in once more to kiss the moist, parted lips, just pushing her tongue into the girl’s mouth. She withdrew it quickly, so as not to give her too much too soon.

Lindsey coaxed Pariyat’s shirt up over her head, then pulled her own shirt off, dropping it to the floor. She reached up and unclasped her front-hook bra, allowing it to fall away and expose her 32-B chest.

Even in the darkened room, Pariyat could clearly make out the woman’s boobs. She really wanted to touch them, but was afraid to reach out. Her fears quickly melted away as Lindsey took her hands in her own and lifted them up to cup the sides of her breasts. Pariyat was fascinated by the feel of the woman’s soft, warm boobs in her hands. She was so engrossed that she almost did not notice Lindsey’s fingers again teasing her nipples.

Pariyat slowly moved her small hands, rubbing her thumbs over the tips of the woman’s erect nipples. Lindsey drew a long breath, moaning softly as she exhaled. Her nipples were very sensitive. They seemed to run a direct route to her clit before heading to her brain.

“Momma says that in our country girls used to learn the Kama Sutra from the time they were nine,” said Pariyat.

“Did your mother tell you what that was, the Kama Sutra?”

“She said it was a book that taught women how to please men.” Pariyat paused in her fondling of Lindsey’s nipples. “She said it taught women how to make love.”

“Well then you probably know more about it than I do, Jelly Bean.”

Lindsey kissed the child again. “Are you ready?” she asked.

“For what?”

Without an answer, Lindsey pushed the girl back on the bed. After quickly removing her own shorts and panties, she reached down and took the elastic of Pariyat’s boxer shorts, pulling gently on them. She drew the shorts down the girl’s legs and off, then tossed them playfully over her shoulder.

Now all that stood before Lindsey and a dream she had dared not hope could ever come true was a thin layer of cotton covered in small flowers. She held still, taking a deep breath.

Pariyat shifted nervously on the bed. “What’s wrong?” she asked, sounding very afraid. The girl covered her nearly flat chest with her arms and swallowed hard.

“Nothing,” Lindsey smiled. “You’re just so beautiful.”

The woman wanted to drink in all of the moment. She wanted to capture it and lock it away to relive over and over. She wanted to memorize every smell, every sight, and the feeling of every nerve in her body. After another long, deep breath, Lindsey leaned down and slowly began to place kisses on Pariyat’s tummy, her chest, her nipples, her belly button. She was drawing out the experience, reveling in it.

Finally, unable to resist any longer, Lindsey tugged at the panties the little girl wore. Pariyat lifted her bottom and Lindsey pulled the last of her clothing off. As the cotton panties fell to the floor, Lindsey’s inhibitions fell away. All she could feel was her love for the child. She wanted to do everything she could to earn Chahna’s trust, and to be deserving of Pariyat.

Starting again at her chest, Lindsey made her way down the girl’s body, softly kissing. She slowed as her chin brushed the child’s hairless mound. She could smell Pariyat’s excitement. It drove her. She hardly needed to gather her will to slide her tongue down Pariyat’s slit. The ten-year-old child’s folds, her clit, all felt so small and so wonderful. Lindsey felt so at home, she felt that everything was just exactly as it should be.

The woman pushed her tongue into the little girl and the child reacted with a sharp breath. “Do you like that?” Lindsey asked.

“Oh yes,” Pariyat moaned. “It feels so — special.”

Lindsey eased her finger into the child as she ran her tongue up to Pariyat’s clit. She could feel the girl’s legs tense on either side of her and could not help but smile. “I love you Jelly Bean,” she whispered.

Pariyat ran her fingers through Lindsey’s hair as the woman manipulated her clit. Soft little moans escaped her lips in rhythm with the in and out motions of Lindsey’s finger.

Pariyat’s breath soon began coming quicker and shorter, coaxing Lindsey to move faster, to suck harder on the girl’s clit. The child’s little fingers clenched hard in Lindsey’s hair, and she arched her back, squealing as she did.

Lindsey could give Chahna an orgasm and as that orgasm was subsiding could bring about another almost immediately. It was something she had been able to do with only one other woman. She wondered to herself if her lover’s daughter would respond the same way.

The woman released some of the pressure she was putting on the child’s clit. She pushed her finger in deeply, bringing the girl to the absolute pinnacle of her orgasm. As Pariyat’s breathing began to slow, Lindsey started pushing her finger in and out of the child, slowly at first but then growing faster. At the same time she sucked girl’s clit into her mouth and brushed her tongue across it. Almost immediately Pariyat squealed, her hands reaching over her head and under the pillow.

Lindsey was not quick enough to catch her again, but for their first experience together, twice was not bad. The young redhead rose up to her knees, stroking the girl’s legs.

“I feel so warm,” Pariyat whispered breathlessly.

“Did you enjoy that?”

“Yes, very much,” she said, nodding her head wildly. She pushed herself up onto her elbows. “Is it my turn now?” she asked.

“Do you want it to be?” Lindsey asked.

“I want to do everything you do with Momma.”

Lindsey leaned forward, pulling herself up to lie next to the girl. “Okay. You can do whatever you want, Jelly Bean.”

Pariyat first sucked at Lindsey’s nipples. She was not as skillful as her mother, but it was no less exciting for Lindsey. The girl then began rubbing her belly, while kissing along her sides. Timidly she worked around Lindsey’s lower regions, all the while careful not to touch the woman’s pubic hair.

“I’m scared,” she whispered.

“Sweetie, you don’t have to do this if you’re scared.”

“But I want to.” Pariyat ducked her chin, and if the lights had been on Lindsey would have seen the girl’s cheeks darken with a blush.

With a deep breath, Pariyat moved her hand down to the middle of Lindsey’s belly. Feeling the girl’s hand so close to her aching vagina, the woman was swooning. She could not believe what the little girl was doing to her. She wanted to feel the child’s fingers inside, her tongue, all of her, but she dared not push the girl.

Pariyat found her strength. She slid her hand between Lindsey’s legs and briefly fingered the woman’s moist lips before pulling away, to Lindsey’s desperate whimpers. Then Pariyat began planting kisses all around the woman’s belly, as she remembered Lindsey doing to her.

She thought about everything Lindsey had done, how she’d made her feel. It was hard to figure out. She had never felt anything like that, and was not sure that she could do the same.

Soon Pariyat’s little tongue reached out of her mouth and lapped at Lindsey’s sex. The woman trembled. She knew that it would take almost nothing to send her over the edge.

“It feels good when you put your fingers inside,” Lindsey whispered.

Pariyat silently nodded and pushed two of her fingers slowly up inside Lindsey. The woman moaned loudly, covering her face with her arms. Encouraged by the reaction, the girl worked her fingers in and out of the slippery vagina. She leaned in close, enticed by the scent of Lindsey’s arousal, and pressed her tongue against her clit, rubbing it back and forth quickly.

Whether it was having just tasted her lover’s daughter, or the mere thought of a child touching her, Lindsey did not care. Pariyat’s ministrations did their job and Lindsey cried out, slapping her palms on the mattress. She writhed under the girl’s lovemaking as the most profound orgasm ripped through her.

When it was over, Lindsey relaxed into the bed. Her breath was deep, slowing from the excitement. Pariyat crawled up along the woman’s body and lay next to her. Almost immediately Lindsey leaned over and kissed her juices from the girl’s chin.

“Do you think Momma will let us do this again?” Pariyat murmured sleepily.

Lindsey pulled the girl close, tenderly kissing her, nuzzling and caressing. They dozed quietly for some time before Lindsey heard the door open and light streamed in from the hall.

Chahna walked into the room and knelt next to her lover. Lindsey turned toward the older woman. Chahna leaned down and kissed her softly. She smiled to herself, tasting her daughter on the lips of her girlfriend. “I do not want to disturb you. I simply wanted to say goodnight.”

As her mother left them there, Pariyat stirred and rolled over, snuggling close to Lindsey.

“I wished for you,” the little girl whispered. “When I blew out the candles, I wished that you could be my girlfriend.”

Lindsey felt tears in her eyes. She kissed the child’s head, hugging her gently.

The End