Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By Amanda Lynn

Jessica ran across the open field. The sounds of gunfire filled the air. A short distance away, a turret began to track her movements then opened up, belching death in her direction.

“Son of a bitch, that was close,” she muttered, sliding into cover behind an overturned car. Checking herself over, she applied one of the precious few medkits she was carrying in her inventory.

Jessica carefully peeked out from behind the car and surveyed her surroundings. Rubble and twisted metal, the remains of the buildings that used to be a town, lay in jumbled heaps. The streets were littered with debris and wrecked vehicles.

Spotting an alley about 30 yards to her right, she decided that that would be the best way to proceed if she wanted to make it safely to her destination. As she reloaded her Thompson sub-machine gun and checked her remaining ammo, Jessica felt her hair being gently pushed aside, exposing her neck.

“Not now!” she grumbled as she rolled a shoulder.

Taking one last look around, she sprinted down the street toward the alley. Again, gunfire rang out. Jessica vision blurred red for a second or two as she was struck by enemy fire. Her forward momentum was slowed as the life drained from her. Still, she managed to make it to the cover of the alley. Barely.

Jessica quickly applied two more medkits. Damn. Only one left. She moved down the alleyway and paused when she came to a corner. Cautiously, she poked her head around the side of a building. Her destination was off to the right, about 40 feet away.

The problem she now faced was the two-man sentry that meandered back and forth 60 feet away. Simple enough — except for the MG-42 machine gun that sat entrenched, pointing down the alley in her direction.

“Shit!” Jessica murmured. A couple of well-placed grenades could deal with the situation, except she didn’t have any. She checked her inventory again. One last med kit, one knife, and one 30-round magazine for her Thompson. Not much help there. She could go in there, guns blazing, and hope to get lucky before one of the soldiers manned the MG-42. But that was wishful thinking.

Jessica sighed and studied the guards’ movements. There was a pattern, and at one point, for several moments, they both had their backs to her. Plenty of time to dash down the alley to her destination and safety.

She waited patiently for the pattern to repeat. Poised and ready. Then she felt fingertips brush her neck. A chill ran through her. “No, god, not now,” Jessica pleaded softly.

It was time to go. Soft warm lips touched her neck. Jessica sucked a sharp breath and hesitated for a fraction of a second too long. She’d been spotted. The first Nazi took cover and opened fire with his MP-38 while the second dove behind the MG-42 and opened up.

Jessica tried in vain to make it to her destination, returning fire and applying the final med kit as she ran. In the end, the large caliber rounds from the MG-42 did her in, first slowing her progress then tearing her virtual body to shreds.

Her health bar quickly dropped to zero, and the screen went black. A message appeared:  YOU ARE DEAD – press start to continue.

“No! No! No!” Jessica whined as she dropped the controller from her hand.

“What’s the matter, sweetie? Did the big bad Germans kick your sweet little ass?” Sam purred into Jessica’s ear then returned to kissing her neck.

“You’re evil.”

“Me? What did I do?” her voice all sweet and innocent.

“Speaking of sweet little asses,” Jessica said as she grabbed Sam’s arm and pulled the girl from where she knelt on the sofa beside her down across her lap. Sam shrieked.

“What are you doing?” she giggled as Jessica lay a hand on her bum.

“I think you need to be taught a lesson,” Jessica said playfully as she yanked Samantha’s shorts down.

Instinctively, Sam’s hand reached back to cover the exposed skin of her backside. Her other hand was trapped between her and Jessica. Jessica grabbed Sam by the wrist and pinned her arm behind her back.

“No! Please! No!” Sam yelled.

Jessica paid no attention to her. She rubbed the soft flesh of the girl’s bum for a moment, then cupped her hand slightly, raising it up only to quickly bring it down on Sam’s ass.

The sound of flesh being slapped filled the room. It actually sounded a lot worse than it really was. Sam yelped each time Jessica’s hand made contact with her reddening flesh. After a dozen or so strikes, Sam tried to roll off Jessica.

“Okay. Okay. I’m sorry,” she chuckled, then winced at the light sting of another swat.

“I think you should go stand in the corner and think about what you’ve done,” Jessica scolded, a grin on her face.

Sam stood and looked around the room for a suitable corner. As she reached down to pull up her shorts, Jessica stopped her.

“No. Leave them down.”

Sam giggled and waddled to the corner, willing to play whatever game Jessica had in mind. She stood there, facing the wall. Jessica slowly walked up behind her friend, standing close enough that Sam could feel her breath on her neck.

“You’re a naughty girl. Aren’t you?” Jessica asked in a low sultry voice. She placed her hands on Sam’s bare hips.

“Yes,” Sam whispered as she shuddered.

Jessica’s pushed her hands up along Sam’s narrow waist, under her tee shirt, up the sides of her rib cage, stopping when she touched the strap of her bra. Bringing her hands around, she cupped each small breast, gently squeezing the soft mounds. Stiffening nipples pushed against the material into the palm of Jessica’s hand.

To Sam’s moan of protest, Jessica traced her course back to Sam’s hips, where Jessica dropped to her knees, her face just an inch from Sam’s ass. Jessica looked at the reddened flesh and smiled, a faint outline of a hand still visible. With hands still on Sam’s hips, Jessica placed soft little kisses on the tender skin. First one cheek, then the other. Sam twitched and moaned softly. Jessica inhaled and smelled the scent of her best friend’s arousal.

With a soft touch, Jessica trailed a hand up Sam’s smooth inner thigh and let a finger touch her there, between her legs. Sam’s wetness coated her finger, and Jessica withdrew. Sam whined her disapproval.

Bringing the finger to her mouth, Jessica sucked it clean, savoring her friend. God, she tastes so good. Jessica took a breath and calmed herself. Grabbing the waistband of Sam’s shorts, she stood, pulling the garment up with her, covering Sam’s sweet ass.

She took Sam by the shoulders and spun her around. Jessica pushed her body against Sam and took her mouth. There was passion in their kiss. Their tongues danced and wound together in a heated frenzy. They held each other close as hands roamed backs and buttocks.

Soon it ended. Panting as they held each other, they stared into one another’s eyes, smiling contentedly.

“You’re such a tease,” Sam giggled.

It was more than six weeks now since Jill had left, and Jessica had all but forgotten her. She had focused her attention on Sam after the breakup. Jessica had felt guilty for the way she’d treated Samantha, even though her best friend had forgiven her.

When Sam had come out and confessed her love for Jessica, Jess hadn’t known what to think or even how to deal with it. There were too many emotions in play all at once. It was true that she already loved Sam, but as a friend at that point.

As the days and weeks went by, Jessica realized that the deeper feelings she had always had for Sam, the ones that she’d kept hidden away only because of the difference in their sexual orientation, could now be allowed to surface. It had scared Jessica at first, allowing herself to fall for her best friend. But she didn’t fight it. Sam wasn’t.

Now here they stood, in Samantha’s living room. What had started out as a Saturday afternoon playing video games came very close to ending up with Jessica ravishing the girl she loved right there on her living room floor. It was getting harder and harder to resist the urge, but Jessica wanted their first time making love to be special.

Sam was so patient with her, and Jessica loved her even more for it. She wouldn’t have to wait much longer, though. The last dance of the school year was the following Friday, and Jessica was hoping to make it a night to remember for both of them. It was a big formal event with a banquet before the dance, intended for students who weren’t part of that year’s graduating class. Their prom would be the following week.

“Jess? Sweetie?” Sam traced a finger along Jessica’s lips and chin.

Jessica’s heart melted at the sound of Sam’s sweet, enticing voice. She knew Sam wanted something.

“Yeah?”

“I need to come,” she smiled, batting her eyelashes.

Jessica swallowed. If she wasn’t wet from their earlier activity, she was now.

“Do you want to masturbate?” Jessica asked, figuring Sam would head to her bedroom for some privacy and do just that.

“Un-huh, together,” Sam whispered. “Above the covers.” She placed little kisses on Jessica’s cheek and nibbled her ear.

Shivering with excitement, Jessica broke the embrace. Grabbing Sam’s hand, she hauled her up the stairs to the bedroom. Locking the door behind them, she quickly stripped and hopped onto the bed. Jessica lay on her back, head on the pillow. Sam, on the other hand, knelt on the bed at Jessica’s feet once she was naked.

“I want to watch you come,” she said in a husky voice as she looked Jessica up and down. Her hands moved slowly from her mound over her flat tummy and up to her breasts.

Jessica stared wide-eyed. “Oh, damn,” she moaned. Spreading her legs, her hand found its way to her throbbing clit.

Sam pinched at her nipples, eyes smoldering as she licked her full lips. A hand slid down to her own needy sex. Sam’s hips slowly rocked against her hand as it played.

“You’re so damn sexy, Sam,” Jessica moaned again. Her own hips moved in a sympathetic rhythm as she watched Samantha.

Jessica felt the heat spread across her body and her chest heave as she took quickening breaths. Her fingers were a blur as they flit across the swollen bud beneath them. Jessica forced her eyes to remain open. She wanted — no, needed — to watch Sam come too.

Sam’s face and chest were flushed a bright pink. Her breathing was shallow and rapid. Her body, glimmering with sweat, undulated as she rode the hand between her thighs. She grunted and cursed out Jessica’s name.

That was all Jessica needed to push her over the edge. The orgasm exploded outward from her core. Every nerve ending fired at once. Her body twisted and convulsed as she was overcome by an intense bliss. With her eyes closed, she lay still as the flashes of pleasure slowly faded away.

Her peace was broken by a heavy thud on the mattress beside her and a loud moan. She opened her eyes to see Sam lying on her side next to her, knees drawn up and a hand locked between her thighs. Her eyes were squeezed shut, her face twisted in a grimace. Her body shook, and she seemed to be holding her breath.

Jessica watched. Her friend was still in the grips of a powerful climax. Jessica placed a hand on Samantha’s hip and gently caressed her.

Sam gasped loudly, finally coming down from her high and drawing a deep breath. She lay still for quite a while, but eventually, after her breathing had slowed and the tremors stopped, she opened her eyes and grinned at Jessica.

“Welcome back,” Jessica said softly as she smiled at her best friend.

“Thanks,” Sam croaked, her throat too dry to speak.

After a few swallows, she tried again. “That was so intense. When you started coming, I… well, I don’t know what happened after that,” she giggled.

Jessica pulled them into an embrace, and they kissed until things began to heat up again.

Sam was the one to stop them this time. She pushed away and propped herself on an elbow. “We need to shower and get dressed. Mom will be home soon,” she said sadly.

“Okay, you’re right. Better open a window too. It smells like sex in here,” said Jess with a chuckle.

Jessica and Sam got up. They showered separately, just in case they couldn’t find a safe place for their hands, then got dressed.

*****

The week was busy for the girls with their final exams of the year. On Wednesday, after the last of it was over, Sam’s and Jessica’s moms took them to the salon to have their hair and nails done. On Thursday, they visited the seamstress for the final fitting of their dresses.

Sam’s gown was an emerald green sleeveless A-line that fell to just above her knees. The bodice was decorated with an intricate embroidery pattern. Jessica’s was of a royal blue chiffon, backless with a straight silhouette. It was decorated with beading and crystal. The neckline plunged just enough to hint at her cleavage.

Jessica and her mother arrived at Sam’s early on Friday afternoon. Jess had brought her overnight bag along with dress, shoes, and all the other necessities she would need to prepare for this evening’s soiree.

After each girl took a quick shower, their mothers swooped in and the primping and preening began. Hair was teased, makeup applied, undergarments and gowns were donned. The entire production could have rivaled that of any dressing room on Broadway. Finally, the girls stood side by side, holding hands and smiling brightly. A few feet away, the women proudly admired their daughters.

Jessica’s mom said, “You girls look absolutely gorgeous.”

“You will be the belles of the ball,” Sam’s mom added.

Both girls gave each woman a big hug and thanked them for their help.

“Your ride will be here soon, girls,” said Jessica’s mom as the two women left the room.

“Okay,” Sam answered and also headed for the door.

“Just a sec, Sam,” Jessica said, as she fished through her overnight bag. “I want to give you something.”

Sam stopped and turned back toward her friend, watching with curiosity as Jessica withdrew something from the bag. When Jessica turned, Sam saw a black velvet-covered jewelry gift case in her hands.

“I bought this for you,” Jessica said. “Well, us really… here, open it, you’ll understand.” She handed Sam the case.

With trembling hands, Sam took the box and looked Jessica in the eyes. Jessica watched as Sam looked down to the case and slowly opened it. The hinges squeaked as Sam lifted the lid. She saw Sam’s eyes go wide and her smile grow bigger.

In the box was a shiny silver broken heart necklace set. Each half of the heart had a single diamond inlaid at the top and the girls’ names engraved on it, Jess on the right and Sam on the left.

Sam looked up at Jessica, fighting back the tears. “Oh, Jess. It’s beautiful. Thank you.”

Jessica smiled back, her own tears trying to escape. “You’re welcome Sam,” Jess said as they hugged.

“Help me put it on?” Sam asked.

Jessica took the box from Sam and removed the half with Jessica’s name and fastened the chain around Sam’s neck, then gave her a soft kiss on the lips. Sam did the same to Jessica with the other half. They looked at each other and giggled.

Hugging once more they whispered in unison, “I love you.” The hug tightened and they held each other for several moments. They both wanted to say something, but neither knew just what. So they simply stood there, enjoying the warmth of the other.

Their embrace ended when Sam’s mom called up the stairs to them. “Come on, you two lovebirds. Your ride is here.”

Sam and Jessica reluctantly separated and smiled at each other. “We better get going,” Sam said.

Checking their faces in the mirror for smudged or running makeup and finding none, the two glided down the stairs. Jessica chuckled when she saw her father at the bottom of the stairs dressed in a black suit with a chauffeur cap on his head. His eyes were wide and bright as he watched Jessica and Sam descend the stairs.

“Jessica, honey, you look so beautiful,” he said with a smile only a proud father could have.

“Thanks, Daddy,” she replied, feeling the heat on her face and ears as she gave him a hug.

“The same goes for you, Sam. Absolutely lovely. You two will be the envy of the town.”

“Thank you, Mr. Taylor,” Sam smiled.

“Okay, girls, your chariot awaits,” said Mr. Taylor, heading toward the front door.

“Hang on a second,” Sam’s mom said. “We need photos.”

For the next few minutes, both mothers took pictures of their daughters, some together, some individual, some with daughter and mom. Finally, with their mothers satisfied, the girls headed out the door.

As they left the house, Sam exclaimed, “Oh. My. God.”

Jessica looked at Sam and followed her gaze to the driveway. A large black Mercedes-Benz S-Class sat waiting for them. Jessica now understood the reason for her father’s attire. He actually was their chauffeur.

“Oh, Daddy!” Jessica squealed as Mr. Taylor slipped past them to the car. He opened the rear door and held it for them. Once the girls were safely inside, he closed it and got behind the wheel, and they set off for the local Legion hall where the banquet was being held, catered to by the Ladies’ Auxiliary.

The girls sat in silence holding hands for the short drive to the hall. Jessica marveled at the opulence of the vehicle as they traveled the city streets. The precision engineering of the vehicle was such that all road noise was canceled out. Jessica could have sworn she heard her own heart beating. Or maybe it was Sam’s.

Soon enough, the car rolled silently to a stop in front of the Legion hall. Mr. Taylor put the car in park and exited the vehicle, coming around to the other side and opening the rear door. Jessica slid out of the car.

Near the entrance to the building, people had stopped what they were doing and turned their attention to the car and its occupants. Jessica smiled to herself. Reaching into the car, she retook Sam’s hand and helped her out. At that moment, Jessica felt like a celebrity arriving at a movie premiere or the Oscars. Then, to her surprise and embarrassment, a half a dozen or more flashes went off as people snapped photos of them.

Clearing the car door, Mr. Taylor closed it. “Have fun, girls. I’ll see you at eleven.”

“Thanks, Daddy,” Jessica called over her shoulder as they made their way to the entrance.

A couple more flashes went off. “Damn paparazzi,” Sam grumbled. Jessica laughed as she locked arms with her love.

Stepping inside, they were greeted by Ms. Jenkins, Mr. Singh, Mr. McInnis, and Mrs. Galloway, chaperones for the evening.

Ms. Jenkins smiled at them as they approached and offered her hand to each. “Good evening, girls. You both look stunning,” she said as her eyes traveled to the necklace Jessica wore, and then to its partner around Sam’s neck.

“Hello, Ms. Jenkins, and thank you,” Sam replied, shaking her hand.

“Yes, thank you,” Jessica added, taking her hand next.

“I can see by your lovely necklaces that you have obviously reconciled. I am so happy for both of you that you did,” Ms. Jenkins said, hold Jessica’s hand a bit longer and giving it a gentle squeeze.

“Thanks. We’re glad we did too,” said Jessica as she touched the half heart that hung around her neck.

They moved down the line greeting each teacher, then headed to the large easel that held the seating plan. Finding where they were to be seated, they walked into the large banquet hall and mingled with the other attendees.

When Sam offered to get them a drink from the table of hors d’oeuvres, Jessica watched her go. Damn, she was beautiful. She drank in what she saw, from the bare skin of her back to the sway of her hips as she moved across the floor on shapely legs. Jessica’s heart swelled with love — while heat rose from her core as a result of a different yet equally pleasurable swell.

“What?” Sam asked with a chuckle as she handed a glass of punch to Jessica.

Taking the glass, Jessica placed a soft kiss on her lips. “Just admiring the view. You are stunning, you know,” she whispered in Sam’s ear.

“You’re not half bad yourself,” Sam said teasingly and kissed her cheek. “Now let’s go sit down. They’re about to start serving.”

The tables were set up in shape of a capital E, a head table with three legs. At the head table sat the chaperones and the organizers of the event. The rest of the attendees sat on each side of the three legs. The tables were well set with candles, baskets of rolls and breadsticks, and other condiments that were evenly spaced down the length of each leg.

Once everyone was seated, Ms. Jenkins stood and addressed the room. She thanked everyone for attending, then thanked the organizing committee. A loud cheer went up followed by applause. Ms. Jenkins continued and thanked the Ladies’ Auxiliary and then wished everyone bon appétit.

The girls enjoyed their dinner, which started with a chef’s salad followed by the main course of either a fish or beef dish. Dessert was an excellent cheesecake drizzled with chocolate. After the meal was over and the tables were cleared, Ms. Jenkins gave a brief speech and handed out some special awards for deserving students.

With the formalities done, everyone moved away from the tables as a small crew of people moved in and began breaking down the tables, while the DJ made himself busy with his gear in preparation for the dance. Holding hands, Sam and Jessica had eased toward the back of the hall, staying out of the work crew’s way.

“I think I ate too much,” said Samantha, bringing her free hand to her mouth and letting out a quiet burp.

“Nice,” Jessica scoffed.

“You’re one to talk,” Sam shot back. “You could put Barney Gumble to shame.”

Jess laughed and squeezed Samantha’s hand.

“Hey, there’s Karen. Let’s go say hi,” said Sam, when she spotted their friend chatting with some other girls. “I wanna ask her about that new puppy she was talking about.”

“You go ahead. I need to go to the bathroom. I’ll catch up with you,” Jessica said, giving Sam a quick kiss.

“Okay, hurry back.”

Jessica smiled and headed to the restroom. Once she had flushed and adjusted her clothes, she opened the stall door and moved to the sink to wash her hands.

“Jessica.”

She jumped at the sound of her name being spoken, then turned that way as someone emerged from a dark corner behind the last stall.

The person came out of the shadows, staggering slightly. Jessica froze for a moment. Fear shot through her. The stranger wore a pair of old jeans and a baggy gray sweatshirt with Harvard on the front. Once the stranger was in the light, Jessica recognized her instantly.

“Jill? What are you doing here?” she asked, stepping back as Jill took an unsteady step toward her.

“Jessica, honey, I-I’ve missed you,” Jill mumbled, tripping over her words.

“Are you drunk? You shouldn’t be here.”

“Jess, please, just gimme a minute. I’m leaving soon. The movers’ll be here on Monday. I needed to see you one more time before I go.”

Jill took another step and stumbled. Jessica instinctively moved toward the woman, trying to stop her from falling. Jill took the opportunity to wrap her arms around Jessica and pull her in close.

“You look so beautiful in that dress. I just want to hold you again,” Jill said, swaying slightly.

Jessica stood motionless, not quite sure what to do next. This was Jill, after all. She had once loved, had made love to this woman. Jessica brought her hands up and placed them on Jill’s shoulders, looking her in the eyes.

Jill gave a sloppy smile and leaned in for a kiss. Jessica turned her head to avoid both the kiss and the strong smell of cheap whiskey. She pushed gently against Jill, broke their embrace, and took a few steps back.

“Jill, no,” Jessica said sternly. It sounded more like she was scolding a dog or an unruly child.

“But Jessica… Jess, please,” Jill pleaded, putting a hand on the counter for support. Tears ran down her cheeks.

“You lied to me, Jill. You’re the one who told Ms. Jenkins about us,” said Jessica. She crossed her arms over her chest and stepped back as Jill took a wobbly step toward her. “You could have talked to me about it first. Explained why you wanted to do that. I would have understood. I may not have liked it, but I would have understood.”

Jess felt her emotions beginning to bubble over. “I almost lost my best friend because you weren’t honest with me.” She didn’t want to cry. She needed Sam.

Jill just stared at her, blubbering. Pathetic.

“I have someone else now, Jill. Someone special,” Jessica said softly as she moved around Jill toward the door, avoiding the hand that reached out for her. “I wish you nothing but the best, Jill. I really do. But — you need to leave now. Please, before someone sees you.”

“Jessica, I’m sorry,” Jill said weakly.

Jess paused as she opened the door and looked back at Jill. She felt pity. “I am too,” she said, then left the restroom.

As Jessica was heading back to find Sam, she met Ms. Jenkins coming the other way. The older woman smiled at her and Jessica meekly returned the smile. Then she saw Ms. Jenkins’ expression suddenly change from cheerfulness to surprise to something that bordered on annoyance and anger.

She followed Ms. Jenkins’ stare, and turned to see Jill just emerging from the restroom. Ms. Jenkins looked back at Jessica, then to Jill again.

“Jessica. Stay right there.” Ms. Jenkins’ tone was all business.

“Jill, what are you doing here? Have you lost your mind?” Ms. Jenkins demanded as she approached the woman.

“I… um…” Jill looked at her feet and took an unsteady step to the right.

“Are you drunk? Damnit, Jill, what is wrong with you? I should call the cops,” Ms. Jenkins growled.

“No, please don’t, Ms. Jenkins,” Jessica said as she moved to her principal’s side.

“She didn’t mean any harm, just wanted to say goodbye, that’s all,” Jessica pleaded. She wasn’t happy that Jill had shown up there, especially so drunk, but she didn’t want to see her getting in trouble with the police either.

Ms. Jenkins glared at Jill for a moment longer, then looked at Jessica. Her expression softened. She thought for a moment, then turned back to Jill. “Is that why you came here tonight? To say goodbye to Jessica?”

Jill just looked at her and nodded slowly, then fell back against the wall, apparently finding it harder to stand on her own.

“Jess! What’s going on?”

Jessica and Ms. Jenkins turned to see a worried Sam quickly approaching them. Sam stopped beside Jessica and gasped when she saw Jill slouched against the wall.

“What is she doing here?” Sam hissed.

“It’s okay, Sam,” Jessica said, as she snaked an arm around Sam’s waist and pulled her close.

Even in her drunken state, this registered with Jill. Her eyes widened a bit and she sort of smiled, or it could have been gas, it was hard to tell.

“Are you sure you’re okay, Jessica?” Ms. Jenkins asked. “She didn’t hurt you or anything, did she?”

“Never touched me,” Jessica lied, more for Sam’s sake than Jill’s.

“All right, fine. You two go and enjoy the dance. I’ll see that Jill gets home safe.”

Jess smiled at Ms. Jenkins, and Sam continued to scowl at Jill.

They turned and headed for the dance floor just as the DJ began the music. Glancing back over her shoulder, Jessica saw Ms. Jenkins helping Jill down the hall toward the exit.

 *****

“Thanks again, Dad,” Jessica said, kissing her father’s cheek.

“Yeah, Mr. Taylor, thanks!” Sam smiled.

“My pleasure. Good night, girls,” he replied. Getting back in the car, he waited in the driveway until Jessica and Samantha were safely inside.

With the exception of the outside light by the door and the one in the main entryway, the house was dark. Sam flicked the switch for the living room lights as Jessica closed the front door and locked it.

“Strange that Mom would be in bed already,” Sam said as she moved into the living room. “I figured she woulda waited up for us.”

“There’s a note here,” Jessica said, as she picked up a folded piece of paper from a small table in the entryway. Sam moved to Jessica’s side as she opened the note and read it aloud:

Girls, I hope you two had a wonderful time at the dance, and I hope the rest of your evening is just as special. I have gone to the city to spend the weekend with Grandma. I’ll be back Sunday afternoon. PS – There is a special treat in the fridge for you. Love you both.

“So,” Sam giggled, “we have the whole house to ourselves for the weekend.”

“Yeah, we do,” Jessica said waggling her eyebrows. She pulled Sam in for a quick kiss. “Your mom is so cool. Let’s go see what’s in the fridge.”

They made their way to the kitchen and Sam opened the refrigerator. Sam’s smile widened as she reached in and brought out a small bottle of champagne, the kind you would find in a hotel mini bar. The bottle had a big pink ribbon tied around it. A card attached read – Sam and Jess, Have fun and try not to wreck the furniture – with a big smiley at the bottom.

“Wow!” said Sam, laughing.

“Yup, I was right. She definitely is cool,” Jess giggled. “Let’s open this up.”

Sam shook her head and put the bottle back in the fridge.

“I want to get these shoes off my feet and get out of this dress first,” Sam said as she sat on a kitchen chair, pulling off her shoes and rubbing her feet.

Jessica followed suit and did the same. Once free of their shoes, Jessica took Sam by the hand and led her upstairs to the bedroom. Closing the door, Jessica moved behind Sam and wrapped her arms around her waist. She placed soft little kisses on her shoulder and up the side of her neck.

Sam purred as a delightful shiver ran through her. Jessica unzipped the pretty dress. Letting it fall, Sam turned and rested a hand on Jessica’s shoulder, then stepped out of the dress before picking it up and hanging it in the closet.

When Sam returned to Jessica, she helped her remove her dress and also hung it in the closet. The two girls now stood facing each other in nothing but their undergarments.

“Thank you for a wonderful evening,” Sam said with a smile.

“You’re welcome,” Jessica replied, wrapping her arms around Sam and kissing her gently.

Jess brought her hands to Sam’s hips and slid them up her back. Deftly, she undid the strapless bra and pulled it from between their bodies. Sam smiled and pushed her mouth against Jessica’s as she fumbled with her bustier. It took a little work, but Sam had it off by the time Jessica had pushed her tongue into her mouth. Their tongues played, and Sam moaned softly.

Twisting her body, Jessica guided Sam backward to the bed. Breaking the kiss, she sat Sam down on the mattress. “Sam, I love you. And I want to make love to you.”

Sam’s smile broadened. “I love you too, Jess,” she said, taking Jessica’s hands and falling back onto the mattress, pulling the girl on top of her.

Jessica felt like she was in a dream, Cinderella home from the ball with her princess. She lay there on Sam and looked into her beautiful brown eyes.

Their breasts mashed together, Jessica could feel the hard point of nipples press against her with each rise of Sam’s chest as she began to breathe more quickly. Shifting her weight off Sam slightly, Jessica let a leg slip between her thighs. Jessica pushed against Sam’s panty-covered sex as she kissed her.

A soft moan from Sam added to Jessica’s excitement as she brushed her lips over Sam’s, then tracing the outline with her tongue. Sam tried to capture her tongue, but Jessica was too quick for her. Sam whined.

Jessica smiled and pushed their lips together as she rolled her body forward slightly. Pressure from a thigh sent tingly waves of pleasure through Jessica and elicited a deep groan from Sam. Their kiss deepened as tongues rolled over each other.

Sam’s hands explored Jessica’s back, caressing the soft flesh. Jessica had been gently thrusting her thigh against Sam while at the same time riding Sam’s thigh. Jessica could feel the pressure building toward a climax, and it wasn’t far off. Sam’s hands were on her ass, pulling Jessica in with each forward roll of her hips. Sam was close too.

Sam broke the kiss, panting as she pleaded, “Jess, don’t stop.”

She didn’t, instead increasing the tempo and pressure for them both. Moments later, Sam let out a squeal and her body shook, her hands squeezing Jessica’s ass. Jessica’s own release followed immediately and her world dissolved into a sweet blissful sensation of warmth.

“Mmm, that was nice for our first time,” Sam purred.

“Yeah, it was nice. But it doesn’t really count, though.” Jessica said into Sam’s neck as she nuzzled it.

Sam’s fingers played in Jessica’s hair. “What do you mean?”

“Panties. We’re still wearing panties. So it doesn’t count.”

Chuckling, Sam said. “So, that was like a dress rehearsal then?”

Jessica giggled against Sam’s collarbone as she kissed it. “You could say that.”

“I see. Do you think you’re ready for opening night then?” Sam asked invitingly.

Jessica propped herself up and smiled at Sam, waggling her eyebrows. Again they kissed, and Jessica cupped Sam’s breast, gently squeezing the soft flesh. She played with the nipple, pressing her thumb and forefinger together and trapping the hard bud between them.

She sucked Sam’s lip into her mouth, nipping at it. Jessica kissed her chin and down her jawline. Sam’s back arched against the tug of Jessica’s fingers on her nipple, and she moaned softly at the hot breath and nibbles that touched her ear. Jessica slid lower, trailing wet kisses along Sam’s neck and throat, across her collarbone and into the valley between her breasts. Sam’s skin was warm and smooth, and Jessica could taste salt from her sweat.

Sam’s chest heaved as she gasped from the touch of Jessica’s mouth on her breast. Jessica slowly made a line with her tongue down the slope of the breast, ending at her erect nipple. She kissed it, paused for a moment or two, then kissed it again.

She looked up at Sam, smiling at the expression of pleasure on her lover’s face. Her eyes were closed, her lips parted slightly. Jessica could hear the huffing sounds coming from her. Turning her attention back to the pretty pink nipple before her, she flicked it with her tongue, then circled the pebbled flesh before taking it between her teeth and dragging them across the sensitive bud.

A hand went to the back of Jessica’s head as Sam arched upward for a second. Jessica released the nipple, then took it back between her teeth once more. Sam moaned.

Jessica continued to torment Sam with her mouth while reaching a hand down to caress Sam’s thigh. Sam’s legs opened when Jessica’s hand slid upward and touched the edge of her panties. Jessica could feel the dampness in the material as she moved her fingers over the girl’s sex. Moving up to the waistband, she slipped her hand underneath and found the tangle of hair on Sam’s mons. Sam’s hips rose to greet Jessica’s fingers.

Rolling up onto her knees, Jessica released Sam’s nipple and made a meandering trail of licks and kisses along Sam’s belly, not stopping until she reached the top of her panties. Jessica hooked her fingers into the waistband and tugged the panties down as she kissed her way along Sam’s thighs and calves. Pulling the garment off her feet, Jessica slipped off the bed and freed herself of her own panties.

Moving quickly back onto the bed, Jessica ran her hands along the length of Sam’s legs from her ankles to her thighs. Positioning herself she moved closer to Sam, touching her, she parted the soft hot folds. She stroked there, feeling the heat and wetness. Sam moaned and pushed her pelvis up against Jessica’s touch.

Jessica inhaled Sam’s scent, arousal and sweat mixed, then put her mouth on Sam. Sam’s reaction was immediate as Jessica used her tongue in a circular motion, swirling her tongue around and tasting the thick milky white cream that coated her sex.

“Oh! Jess…” Sam moaned and tangled her fingers in Jessica’s hair.

Jessica devoured her, sucking and licking her folds and clit. Pushing two fingers into Sam, she felt the hot smoothness of her inner walls. Each greedy swipe of Jessica’s tongue brought Sam closer to the edge. With ragged breaths, Sam writhed under Jessica’s touch.

Jessica delivered slow purposeful thrusts as she increased the pressure with her mouth. Moments later Sam cried out as she was catapulted into orgasm. Peaceful oblivion followed as she collapsed back onto the mattress, gulping air.

Withdrawing slowly from Sam, Jessica took a moment to lick her fingers clean before softly kissing Sam’s hip and resting her head there. She watched the minute pulses of Sam’s sex as the last of the aftershocks raced through her.

Sam moaned contently, “Jess? Baby? What did you do to me?”

Jessica stayed where she was, bringing her wet fingers to twirl in the damp hair above Sam’s glistening slit. She giggled, “You liked?”

Sam played with Jessica’s hair. “Liked is a gross understatement,” she said. “Now come up here and kiss me.”

Jessica moved up beside her lover and kissed her. Their kisses were soft and gentle and loving. Tongues touched and slowly glided over one another, enjoying the tastes and textures of their mouths. Jessica looked into Sam’s eyes and saw something there. Nervousness? Apprehension?

“Sam, what’s wrong?” Jessica asked, propping herself up.

Sam looked away for a moment. “You know that I’ve never been with a girl. Never… umm, gone down…”

Jessica brushed Sam’s cheek. “It’s okay if you don’t want to, or if you’re not ready. I don’t want you to do anything you don’t want to do.”

“That’s sweet, Jess, thanks. But, no, I want to. I’m just not sure what to do. I want to please you like you did me.”

Jessica smiled at Sam, then leaned down and kissed her. It wasn’t that long ago when she was the one worrying about it being her first time. Now, it seemed, she was the teacher.

“Sam, sweetie, if you just do the things I did to you, that made you feel good, then I can guarantee it will make me feel good too. Take your time and do what you’re comfortable doing, okay? You’re not being judged here.”

“Thanks. I’ll try not to disappoint,” Sam chuckled nervously. She pulled Jessica down for another kiss, then rolled her over on her back. Sam placed many little kisses over Jessica’s face. On her nose and cheeks, on her lips and eyelids. She kissed her ear and nibbled on the lobe. Jessica was already breathing quickly. Full of need and desire, she pushed her hips up against Sam.

Sam slid down, nipping at the flesh of Jessica’s neck and shoulder, then shifting to take a nipple into her mouth. She flicked her tongue across and swirled around the erect bud. Sam’s hand played with the other nipple, pinching and rolling it between her fingers. Jessica grunted and put a hand on Sam’s back, caressing her.

Lingering there just a few more moments, Sam moved on, placing little kisses all the way to Jessica’s belly. Finally slipping between her spread legs, she paused to look up at Jessica’s face. Her friend was craning her neck trying to watch. Sam inched closer to her sex as the scent of her arousal wafted around her and filled her nostrils.

Sam studied her friend’s most intimate of places. She had never seen a vulva this close up before. Even when examining her own with a hand mirror, she couldn’t see nearly as much. Jessica was cleanly shaved, with just a small, neatly trimmed patch on her mons. Her sex was plump from arousal, her smooth outer lips pink, the small inner lips somewhat darker. Her clit stood proudly peeking out from under its hood.

Closing her eyes, Sam kissed the soft skin of Jessica’s glistening labia, causing her friend to twitch. She licked her lips and tasted just a hint of Jessica’s juices, then pushed her tongue into the slick folds and scooped up more juices to sample. Withdrawing her tongue, she realized the tangy sweetness was not that different than her own.

Sam explored Jessica, licking and swirling her tongue in and around the silky skin of her slit. She circled her entrance. Then, hesitantly, she probed the opening with her tongue. Jessica gasped and bucked.

“Jesus, Sam,” she croaked, hear head falling back on the pillow.

As Sam’s curiosity grew, so did her confidence. She pushed her tongue deeper into Jessica, causing her to cry out and buck again. Sam reveled in the smooth heat of the inner walls of her entrance. Slowly she fucked her with her tongue. Jessica’s hands were on her head, guiding her.

Sam drank the juices that flowed around her tongue the best she could. Jessica groaned and gently pulled Sam’s head away.

“My clit, Sam. Suck my clit,” she begged.

Sam withdrew and pushed the flat of her tongue through slick folds and across Jessica’s clit. Jessica shuddered. Sam circled and flicked the hypersensitive bundle of nerves with the tip of her tongue. Jessica bucked and squirmed and made nonsensical sounds.

“Yesss…” Jessica hissed. “That’s it, Sam. Right there,” she huffed.

As the assault on Jessica’s clit continued, Sam pushed two fingers into her friend. Remembering what Jessica had done to her, Sam pumped her fingers with vigor as she sucked and toyed with Jessica’s swollen bud.

Jessica held Sam’s head in place as she bucked and rolled her hips. She grunted and gasped and whined as she rode the storm of pleasure that Sam delivered. Then it all suddenly came to a crescendo and Jessica was carried away in a wave of ecstasy. She stiffened and shook, and small noises escaped her lips.

Sam smiled, feeling her friend’s orgasm take her. She slowed, and then stopped licking her. Giving Jessica one more kiss on her clit, Sam moved up to lay beside the panting and sweaty Jessica. With a finger, Sam drew lines and circles over Jessica’s belly and watched the rise and fall of her chest slow as the girl calmed.

“Hey there,” Jessica said softly.

“Hey yourself.”

“That was so intense. Are you sure you’ve never done that before?”

“No, never,” Sam giggled as she leaned in and kissed Jessica.

Jess wrapped her arms around Sam and pulled her close. The two held each other, enjoying the feeling of their bodies touching.

“I am so happy, Sam. Don’t ever leave,” Jessica said, after a long period of silence.

Sam pushed herself up and looked at her lover. “I’m not going anywhere,” she said, as she brushed Jessica’s cheek with the back of her hand.

“What about after high school?”

“What about it?”

“What if we don’t go to the same college?” Concern was written all over Jessica’s face.

“Good god, Jess,” Sam chuckled. “That’s still three years away. We can worry about it then.”

“I know, but…”

Sam gave Jessica a quick kiss. “I think you could use some of that champagne,” she said, playfully poking Jess in the shoulder. Rolling off the bed, Sam headed out of the room. “I’ll be right back.”

Jessica watched Sam’s cute ass wiggling as she walked away. Smiling, she sighed and sat up, adjusting a pillow behind her. I’m in love with my best friend, and she loves me. Could I be any luckier? she asked herself.

Sam was soon back, carrying two flute glasses filled with bubbling amber liquid. She handed one to Jessica, then sat on the edge of the bed beside her.

The girls both looked at their glasses for a moment. “Have you ever drunk this stuff before?” Sam asked.

Jessica shook her head. “Uh-uh. You?”

“No.”

Shrugging, they clinked their glasses together, and each took a tentative sip. Pausing to process the taste, they found it to be not that vile. After each took another large swallow, they set the glasses down.

Sam crawled onto the bed beside Jessica and snuggled up to her. “Not too bad, I guess,” she said, smacking her lips as she pulled the covers up over them.

“I could live without it,” Jessica replied.

“So, no champagne at the wedding then?” Sam giggled.

“Wedding?” Jessica’s voice went up an octave as she stared wide-eyed.

Sam chuckled, then shrugged, “I thought, well, maybe after college. But, hey, if you’re not interested,” she teased.

“That sounds lovely. Except, like you said, college is still three years away. I don’t think we should be picking out china patterns just yet.”

The teens laughed and kissed and held each other. Soon, though, the excitement of the dance hall, the sex, and maybe the booze caught up with them and they drifted off to sleep.

For the next day and a half, the pair didn’t bother to get dressed at all, just frolicked around in the nude until they had made love in every room in the house at least once.

Summer vacation was only a week away, and they would spend every moment of it together. Their friendship and their love would continue to grow from the lessons they had learned and from the ones that were yet to be learned.

THE END

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Author’s Note:

When I originally submitted “Lessons Learned” to Juicy Secrets for consideration, it ended after Chapter 2. It was actually a distraction for me, something to take my mind away from a much larger project I’m working on, since I was suffering from a bit of writer’s block at the time.

Thankfully my wonderful editor, Naughty Mommy, suggested I add more to the story to make it complete and not just a rub-off piece. I am happy she did.

In retrospect, some of the events in the expanded story do happen rather quickly, as some of my commenters have pointed out. I suppose I could have written even more, maybe from Jill’s perspective, exploring her emotional state. But anyway, I hope you still like this little “side project.”