Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

by Sapphmore and JetBoy

Standing at the kitchen sink and staring out into the garden with a mug of tea clasped in her hands, Jessica found it hard to concentrate.

It was Monday morning, and the events of the weekend were preying on her mind. It wasn’t just that she’d had sex with her own daughter… it was how easily she had agreed to her daughter’s request, and the hunger she felt for that lithe young body. Even now, despite knowing what she’d done was wrong, legally and morally, Jess still felt a deep sexual desire for Alice.

The same questions kept running through her head: Am I a lesbian now? Have I corrupted my daughter? Am I a bad mother?

What surprised her most was how much she longed to make love with Alice again. It had been difficult to  admit to herself, but she realised she wanted more, and not just from her daughter. She’d gone from a modest, practically celibate single mother to an obsessed lesbian in less than a week — at least, that’s how it felt.

Her recent experiences with Rachel and Sally were brief but intense, and she had been quite interested in exploring these new feelings even further. Instead, her meandering path to lesbianism had gone out the window, and she’d taken a giant leap from tentative exploration straight to incest with her twelve-year-old daughter.

Over and over, she scolded herself for giving in. Just because Alice wanted me to have sex with her, that doesn’t mean that I should have agreed, damn it. And what if she asks me again? Will I give her what she wants? If I don’t, how will she react? Oh, hell, who am I kidding. If she comes to my room dressed the way she was last night and looks at me with those big brown eyes of hers, I’ll be putty in her hands.

Even as she berated herself, she was playing back the scene in her mind: how Alice’s soft skin had felt to her fingers, the warm wetness of the girl’s pussy, the hungry kisses…

“Mum? Mum!” The voice snapped her back to reality, and she started as she realised one of her daughters was calling her. It was Katie, an exasperated set to her mouth.

“Sorry, darling, I was just… thinking about work,” she replied. “What’s up?”

Katie pouted. “I can’t find my gym kit.”

Smiling wryly, Jess gazed down at the girl. “It’s on the shelf in your wardrobe, where I put it after I took it out of your bag from under the bed where it had been for an entire week, then washed and ironed it.”

“Oh, okay. Thanks, Mum!” Katie said as she turned and raced away, completely oblivious to the point her mother was making.

As she helped the girls prepare for school, Jessica found herself stealing glances at her eldest daughter when she thought Alice wasn’t looking. Lewd images continued to pop into her head, causing shivers as her body remembered it all. She could almost feel her daughter’s touch, like some twisted virtual reality game come to life.

Alice just carried on getting ready with no outward signs of awkwardness, or in fact any indication of this day being different from any other, except for a small knowing smile as she kissed her mum goodbye and turned to go. That alone was enough to send a shiver through Jessica’s body.

Over the next several days, she watched Alice for signs of regret, guilt or embarrassment. Instead, the girl seemed even happier than usual — and especially affectionate. She had always been close with her mother, but now Alice was cuddling up to Jessica more in the evenings, and kissing her goodnight on the lips instead of on her cheek. Even the younger siblings noticed that their big sister seemed to always be nestling on the sofa with their mum when they watched TV.

That was as far as it went, though. Alice hadn’t been flirting with her in any obvious way, and she’d never turned up in Jessica’s bedroom again, not after that first time. Jess had been a nervous mess on those nights — both dreading that knock on the door, and longing for it to happen. And every evening, once she was convinced that Alice wouldn’t be putting in an appearance, Jessica masturbated herself to a tooth-rattling orgasm, fantasizing about her oldest daughter more often than not.

Once a week had passed, Jess began to relax a little and convinced herself that making love with her daughter had been a one-time thing, and Alice had changed her mind about wanting them to have sex again. However, settling back into her ordinary life proved to be much harder than she expected, what with her awakening lesbian desires.

At work, she was surrounded by very attractive women and girls, often in various states of undress. On more than a few occasions, Jess found herself staring at Caterina’s shapely contours, wondering if her shop manager had ever experienced sexual pleasure with a woman. She found some of the wives and mothers who shopped at her boutique quite attractive as well, but it was the younger girls that Jessica was drawn to most of all.

Sally wasn’t working at the moment, being engrossed in taking her exams, but Jessica’s had another young employee named Bridget to draw her attention. She was twenty-two years old and just as sexy as Sally, but far less timid, and her hair was jet black instead of blonde. Jess found herself regularly stealing glances as Bridget would glide about on the sales floor, her slim, athletic body bending and stretching as she served the customers.

Jess even found herself sneaking peeks at young teenage girls in the changing area. On one especially memorable afternoon, she was sorting clothes that customers had tried on when she spied Lacey and Sienna, the fourteen-year-old identical twin daughters of Stella Morrison, an acquaintance of hers whose art gallery was just a few doors along the road from Jessica’s shop.

They were trying on dresses and stripping off in the open area of the changing rooms, without a care for whoever might see them. Jess, very much a hands-on owner who never minded doing the minor jobs, was putting blouses on hangers when the sight of the scantily-clad girls stopped her in mid-motion.

They were in matching underwear, with the different colours of their lingerie the only way to tell the girls apart, not in the least self-conscious about their near nudity. Jessica held her breath as her eyes were drawn to the nicely-formed breasts inside those delicate lacy bras, then the skimpy panties that barely concealed the treasures that lay beneath.

They twisted and turned, posing in their sexy underthings in front of the large mirrors from all angles, arms round each other’s waists, cheeks together, pausing to share an exaggerated pouting kiss, then giggling. They parted and picked up the identical but differently coloured layered chiffon mini-dresses, holding them up for inspection before the mirror before trying them on.

The girls stood side by side, hands on hips as they studied their reflections in the glass. Then they let the dresses slip from their shoulders and fall to the floor, once again revealing the cute teens in their bras and skimpy knickers. Jessica was enthralled.

Just then, their mother Stella entered the scene, breaking the spell cast by her daughters when she said, “Get on with it, girls, we’ve not got all day!”

Both girls turned to their mother — and that was when they both made eye contact with Jess. They exchanged a glance, then looked straight at her, their enigmatic smiles penetrating Jessica’s stare and causing her to blush. She was frozen for a moment, unable to tear her gaze from their piercing green irises. They put her in mind of tigers hiding in the long grass, waiting to pounce on their prey.

Struggling to recover her composure, Jess asked, “May I assist you with anything, ladies?” a tremor in her voice that she couldn’t quite conceal.

Stella chipped in, “Cheers, Jess, how are you?” She was one of the successful and influential Oxfordshire Society ladies whose patronage Jess enjoyed. Although they’d started out just on nodding terms, bumping into each other in the street and Rachel’s tea rooms, they became friends at an arts and cultural evening organised by the local business and commerce group. Since then, they met occasionally for coffee, usually discussing their shared love of all things artistic.

In her younger days, Stella had been something of a boho chick but, as is so often the case, assumed a more mature persona when her own paintings started to sell. Now she was a successful dealer in the works of other artists. The long, flowery dresses and sandals of her younger days had given way to Armani and Louboutin, as well as some choice items from Jessica’s racks.

“Oh, hi, Stella. I’m good, thanks. Haven’t seen you in a while!” Jess responded, returning to folding clothes in an attempt to seem nonchalant.

“That’s ‘cos I’ve been off gallivanting round France, looking at some new stuff for the gallery. I swear, they add an extra bloody zero to the price tag when they know you’re English!”

“I know what you mean, I have the same problem. I’m starting to look further afield for new lines and designers.”

Stella was about to respond when one of her daughters interrupted. “Mum, we can’t agree on which colour we want this dress in.”

Their mother, obviously used to acting as a mediator, simply responded, “Well, why don’t you get one of each? That way you don’t have to decide.” Stella turned to Jess and rolled her eyes, then they both shared the same knowing smile of mothers used to settling minor disagreements.

Then one of the twins, Jess wasn’t at all sure which, moved nearer to the two women. She held up the two dresses, one a pale pink and the other in a pastel blue, both cut rather low in the front. Like with the lingerie, these were more revealing than anything Jess allowed her girls to wear.

The teen nodded toward one dress, then the other. “Which do you think is best, Ms Matthews?”

Jess flicked her eyes from dress to the other, but couldn’t help glancing at the young girl’s budding chest as she switched her gaze from left to right. Just then the other twin sidled up and declared, “Well, I like the blue one.”

“Well they are both nice and I’m sure either one would look great,” Jess said in a rush, unable to tear her eyes away from the barely-dressed nymph in front of her.

“Do you like our underwear, Ms Matthews? I saw you looking at us before,” said the other twin.

Jessica turned toward her, only to stiffen slightly when she saw the teen idly stroking the lacy front of her bra. Jess began to feel a little light-headed as she watched a nipple stiffen through the thin material as the girl teased it in a circular motion with a fingertip. She imagined herself reaching out to stroke those nipples, barely managing to suppress a shiver.

“I… it’s very lovely, “she responded with a shaking voice.

Stella clapped her hands smartly. “Come on now, girls — mustn’t keep Jessica from her work.”

Nerves jangling, Jess just gave a tight smile, taking the opportunity to snatch a quick glance at the girls before turning to leave. “Nice to see you, Stel,” she murmured. “Let’s do coffee some time. Girls, let one of my people know if you need the hem taken up on any of those skirts.” Giving them a fleeting wink, Jessica left the sales floor.

She made her way through the back room, heart throbbing wildly. Christ, what’s gotten into me? Am I actually perving on underage girls in front of their mums?

Suddenly Jessica noticed that one of the blouses she’d been carrying had slipped from its hanger. Looking back, she saw it lying on the floor next to the door that led to the sales floor. Grimacing, she turned around and went back to retrieve the garment.

Bending to pick it up, she heard soft-spoken voices. Pausing to listen, Jess quickly realized that she was eavesdropping on a quiet conversation between the twins and their mother.

“Girls, I’ve told you time and time again — you need to be more careful when you’re in public.”

“But, Mum… she was totally checking us out.”

“Lacey, darling, you had to have been imagining that. I know you have a crush on Jessica — and I don’t blame you, she is an incredibly sexy woman — but I’m sure you’re wrong.”

“Lacey’s right, Mum.” Sienna interjected. “You should have seen her eyes when we were in just our bras and knickers… they were huge!”

“Well, you are both very beautiful, and any woman ought to enjoy the sight of two pretty girls in such sexy lingerie. You know how much I do,” Stella added with a chuckle. “Now come on, get dressed — we’ve got places to be.”

*****

As her daughters got back into their street clothes, Stella turned towards the door through which Jess had exited, a thoughtful look on her face. Could the girls be right? She knew that her daughters often thought of themselves as being the focus of everyone’s interest, but still… she did wonder. After all, it’s been ages since Jess has mentioned having a man in her life.

*****

Jessica hurried through the backroom, mortified that these young girls had sussed her out so easily. What the hell am I doing? If the word gets around that I’m mooning over underage girls, I’ll be done for in this town!

Then a second thought jumped in. Hold on, hold on. Just what did Stella mean when she told her girls to be “careful,” in public? And… does Stella really think I’m sexy?

Her senses overloaded, she decided to get herself away from temptation. Seeking out Caterina, Jess told her she was going up to her office to do some paperwork.

The first floor had the same footprint as the ground, with most of the space dedicated to stock. But there was also a work room, plus a washroom, a small kitchen and break room. There was also an office shared by Cat with Ella, her assistant manager, and a larger office for Jess with an area that contained a couple of sofas and a coffee table where she met with suppliers and select clients.

Once in her sanctuary, she closed the door and slumped down on the sofa, trying to process what had just happened.

Recalling the image of the twins standing before her in their skimpy underthings, Jessica tried to find a rational explanation for the conversation she’d just overheard. However she looked at it, there was only one logical conclusion: the girls had been teasing her, and Stella knew it. It was also clear, from the way their mother had admonished them, that it wasn’t the first time the twins had done something like this.

Most of all, Jess was intrigued by Stella’s none-too-subtle hint that she enjoyed the sight of Lacey and Sienna in sexy lingerie — and wasn’t shy about letting the girls know it.

These longings I’ve been having for my Alice… could Stella be experiencing similar feelings for her own daughters?

As the vision of the half-naked teens lingered, Jess adjusted her imagination like a telephoto lens, zooming in for a close-up of a sexy bra, the young girl’s nipples clearly outlined through the gauzy material. She pictured Sienna — or was it Lacey? — caressing her breasts through the bra, rolling a fingertip over a nipple to make it stand out even further.

As the imagined scene played out, the girl dropped a hand to her bare midriff, letting it slide down until her fingers disappeared beneath the waistband of the lace panties she wore.

Losing herself in the fantasy, Jessica settled into the sofa. She was wearing a tight pencil skirt, and raising her bottom enabled her to tug the material up to her hips, exposing her sodden knickers. She rubbed her cunt through the gauzy material, then used one hand to pull the crotch to one side, the other to slowly trail her index finger through the slick crease. On the downward stroke, Jess slid that finger and its mate deep into the folds of her cunt. No foreplay was necessary, just hard, fast fucking, with the fingers of the other hand joining in to manipulate her pulsing clitoris.

In her mind, she was mirroring the actions of Stella’s daughter, concentrating on the image of the girl touching herself. Then Jessica pictured the cute teen unfastening the clasp of the bra, shrugging it off to reveal her breasts. As the young minx hooked her fingers in the side of her panties and slid them down, Jess pictured the girl’s twin padding over on stocking feet to join her sister, both of them now nude. They smiled at one another, mirror images come to life, then drifted together in a kiss, each reaching out to touch the other between the legs. Suddenly the girls broke apart and turned to face Jess, those deep green eyes transfixing her with a gaze that sizzled with raw lust.

It was all too much for Jess, and she exploded in a convulsive orgasm. Her legs shot out and stiffened as she shook violently, somehow managing to roll over and bury her face in a cushion to muffle the noise of her climax.

When she had calmed down and her breath was more or less back to normal, Jess slowly sat up. Mopping her brow, she asked herself, Where the fuck did that come from?

Stupid question, she decided upon further reflection. It came from the same place as all the rest of this crazy perversity of mine. A bottomless reservoir.

Just over a week ago, her sex life was like a still, clear pool of water; calm and untroubled, the surface a mirror. But then her friend Rachel — maybe my lover soon, Jess reminded herself — had shattered that peace, lobbing a large stone into the placid waters. Now all was movement, ripples fanning out in every direction, and her simple, peaceful life of celibacy had been stirred into a wild churn of lesbian desire.

Jess shook her head in awe. I’ve been thrown into complete chaos. Don’t know which end is up, can’t tell a hawk from a fucking handsaw. But damn it all, I’ve never felt more alive. Never.

Her tensions now assuaged — for the moment, at least — Jessica stood and adjusted her skirt, thankful that none of her employees had come upstairs in the last few minutes. Making her way to the desk, she seated herself, picked up a pearl-handled letter opener and began to go through the day’s mail.

*****

After lunch the next day, Jess impulsively decided to go home early from work and relax. She let Caterina know of her intentions, grabbed her purse and stepped out into a gorgeous afternoon.

On the way, she dropped into the tea rooms to check in with Rachel about the girls’ night out they had scheduled for Saturday. On that night, their younger daughters would be attending a sleepover at one of the largest estates in the area. It belonged to Blanche Turner, a mutual friend, who was having a party for her children — Savannah, who was ten, and eight-year-old Annabelle. Since her girls had birthdays that were only a week apart, Blanche always celebrated them with one big event. Katie and Poppy were invited, as was Rachel’s youngest daughter Cindy.

As for Alice, the girls in her class were going on a Girl Scout trip to Wales for a couple of days, and would not return until Sunday night.

As Jess entered the tea rooms Rachel spied her immediately, and came round the counter to greet her with a brief hug. Jess waved to Charlotte and a couple of the waitresses, and Rachel ushered her over to a table, pausing to ask one of the girls to bring them coffees.

“I haven’t seen you for days — have you been avoiding me, woman?” Rachel asked.

Jessica made a face. “Sorry, Rach, it’s been simply manic at work this week. I was all tied up, doing my accounts.”

In truth, she had been avoiding Rachel, as she wasn’t sure if she was ready to talk about what happened between them just yet. On the other hand, she wanted to tell someone about her night with Alice, and Rachel seemed to be an obvious candidate — but Jess had no idea how to broach the topic with her, best friend or not. Hi, Rachel, fancy a cup of tea? By the way, I fucked my daughter the other night.

There was only one other person Jessica could talk to about this: her sister Laura, who was away on an assignment for the magazine she worked for. She knew Laura had been sexually involved with girls at university and was openly bisexual now, but that was a long way from lesbian incest. Perhaps I won’t need to, Jess told herself. After all, it probably won’t happen again.

She pulled herself together before Rachel could notice that her attention was straying.

“So how are we fixed for transport?” her friend was asking. ”That was your job, right?”

Jess nodded. “I’ve sorted out a minibus for the night. I just came by to find out who’s coming. Abby and Mel are up for it, and I’ve invited Cat as well.”

Abigail Potts was thirty-eight and an IT Manager; Melinda Dawson was thirty-seven and an executive personal assistant. Both had been friends since childhood with Jessica, who introduced them to Rachel. Mel and Abby had daughters of their own, and as members of the ‘Mothers Club’ at the school, the four of them saw each other often on the school run with their youngsters, sometimes meeting for coffee, lunch in town or shopping trips to Oxford and London.

“I would’ve invited all the girls from the shop, but some are on holiday. Also, I need to have at least two members of my staff who aren’t too hungover to work the next day. I know what your nights out are like!”

“I’m sure I have no idea what you mean.” Rachel cheerily replied. “Anyway, Charlotte and Maria will be there, and get this — I even persuaded Serena to come!”

Maria Di Giorgia was Rachel’s chef, and Serena Trent did accountancy work for Rachel and Jessica. She was drop-dead sexy, but styled herself like an archetypal female accountant, power-dressing with hair tied back in a severe knot. She resented having to prove she was a match for any of her male colleagues, when in truth she was worth two of any of them and had the client list and billing levels to prove it. The trouble was, there were precious few men who could handle a woman who projected strength like Serena did, so she tended to focus her energies on work and the gym.

“Serena will be there? How in the world did you manage that?” Jess asked in a surprised tone.

“Oh, I just used my natural charm… also, I said I’d tell everyone she was hitting on me if she didn’t come.”

Jess just shook her head, knowing that Rachel was joking and Serena wouldn’t have taken it seriously. Then again, she wasn’t too sure of that now. Seems more likely that Rachel would come on to Serena. Wonder if she ever has done?

Rachel carried on, “Anyway, I’ve found a smashing place to go. It’s a fairly new club and they have a ladies night on Saturday, with a couple of bottles of Prosecco thrown in for party groups.”

“Sounds great. Christ, I’m in need of a good night out. Okay, then — come over to my place any time after seven o’clock; I’ve got the taxi booked for eight.”

They continued to chat idly, neither wanting to raise the subject of how close they’d been to having full-on lesbian sex just over a week ago — though for different reasons. Jess was scared that she might be reading too much into what they’d done, whereas Rachel was wary of putting pressure on her best friend to do more, even though that was exactly what she wanted. Slow and steady does the trick, Rachel reminded herself.

Jess checked the time and said, “Sorry, but I’ve got to get back — the new summer line is in. You should pop in and check it out. There’s some outfits I’m sure you’d like, y’know, the stuff most women our age wouldn’t dare wear.” She laughed. “Of course, that never bothers you, does it? You’re the only grown woman I know who could give those young minxes some serious competition!”

“Why, Jessica Matthews! Are you saying I’m a slut?” Rachel responded with mock indignation.

Jess laughed. “Well, if the shoe fits… Anyhow, I’ll see you Saturday.” With that, they shared a quick but very affectionate hug, then Jessica left.

It was still a bit early to be heading for home, so Jess elected to wander round the shops in town and check out the competition — and treat herself to a little retail therapy. She’d earned that, after spending most of the last two days sorting paperwork.

*****

Jessica arrived home an hour later bearing a bag of goodies for her and the girls, a large fancy pizza for dinner, plus a chicken wrap she’d picked up for lunch. After ferrying the bags from the car and dumping the shopping on the hallway floor, she put on the kettle for some tea whilst she hungrily devoured the chicken.

She had just finished tea and washed her plate when the doorbell rang. Wondering who it might be, she glanced through the side panel of glass by the door and was surprised to see Sally, who gave a big smile and a wave when she saw Jess peering out.

Jessica opened the door, but before she could say a word, Sally said, “Hi, Jessica!” The teen wore a cream summer mini dress in a multi-layered gauze-like material with a wide ruffled hem, held up by thin shoulder straps. She looked marvelous.

Suddenly remembering to breathe, Jess said, “Hello, Sally. W-what are you doing here? Sorry, I mean… I didn’t expect to see you today. ”

If Sally was thrown by Jessica’s confusion, she didn’t let it show. “I finished my last exam this morning and was at home when I saw your car pull in a little while ago. I thought I’d come over and tell you how I did, and let you know I can come back to work whenever you need me. I’m not, er, disturbing you, am I?” She looked past Jess, into the house.

“No, I did a bit of shopping and came home early. Sorry, where are my manners? Come in, Sally.”

As the young girl passed her, a fresh floral scent wafted in from behind, and Jess paused to savor it. My God, she smells incredible!

Though her heart was throbbing, Jess did her best to maintain a casual air. “Come into the kitchen. Would you like a drink or anything?”

“No, thanks.” Sally sat on one of the high breakfast counter stools, her sandaled heels on the foot bar, knees together and hands in her lap.

Jess turned to the fridge to pour herself a mineral water before turning back to sit on a stool opposite the teen. “So, how did your exams go?”

Sally gave the older woman a rundown of her exams and how busy she had been revising, to which Jess listened attentively, her eyes sometimes straying to those beautiful legs. The girl was fidgeting, moving her hips side to side, sometimes offering a tantalising glimpse of the gap between those smooth thighs as her short dress rode up. But what caught Jessica’s attention most was the absence of a bra. Sally’s dress was thin and almost transparent in places and did nothing to hide those magnificent breasts that Jess had so recently admired. Despite being supported by nothing more than the thin straps of her dress, Sally’s tits were defying gravity in the way only youth can. Or a few grand in surgery, Jess mused.

“I can’t wait to come back to work.”

Sally’s voice shook Jess from her reverie and she reached for her glass, but her nervous hand caused it to tip over, causing the sparkling water to spill over the counter top and on the floor.

“Oh, bloody hell–” Jessica slid down from her stool, went over to the sink and opened the cupboard door underneath the sink to get a washcloth. As she knelt on the floor before Sally, wiping up the spillage and wondering why this young girl affected her so much, she looked up at the teen to speak, but was presented with a sight that turned her legs to jelly and made her mouth dry.

From this vantage point, she could see up Sally’s skirt and between her open legs. The youngster was wearing flimsy white lace panties, made all but transparent by what appeared to be a damp patch that clung to the contours of her vaginal lips. For all those sodden knickers concealed, the girl might just as well have gone without.

“Are you okay, Jessica?”

She stood back up, wobbling slightly, and reaching out to the counter top to steady herself, discarded the cloth, turning to face Sally. Is she teasing me? I bet she knows exactly what she’s doing, the little minx.

“Yeah, Sally. Um, it will be great to have you back… we’ve been a bit busy, what with a couple of the other girls on holiday,” she said, attempting to get her mind off the tantalising image, but sure her voice gave away her nervousness. Listen to me, I’m babbling like a perfect cretin.

Sally slid off the high stool, her dress riding further up her thighs. She stood before Jessica, who was lost for further words.

“Jessica, I hope you don’t mind me asking — but did you really mean it when you said you enjoyed me kissing you…?”

Jess bit her bottom lip and nodded. “Yes, I did. I mean…” The words weren’t coming. “It was very nice.”

“And did you mean it when you said I could come over again if I wanted?”

Jess wasn’t sure now if the blonde beauty was trying to seduce her in a coy manner, or just making sure she hadn’t misheard or understood. All she could do was softly whisper, “Yes.”

Sally moved slowly towards her. “Can I kiss you now?”

Jess nodded again but this time more vigorously, gulping before answering. “That would be… yes, Sally, please kiss me!”

Sally tilted her head up to place a gentle peck on the taller woman’s lips, then pulled away a little to see her employer’s reaction.

Jess was standing stock-still, unsure if she ought to allow this to go further, but it was a losing battle she fought with her increasingly helpless desires. This week had taken her time and time again to the brink of arousal, and the quickie masturbation session she’d had after her encounter with Stella’s sexy twins had barely taken the edge off.

Here I go again, wrestling with temptation — and losing.

She turned to put down the glass of water, then turned back to the blonde youngster. “Let’s go sit down, shall we?” Jess led the way into the lounge, Sally close behind.

Once they were seated side by side on the sofa, she turned to the girl, who started to lean into her, clearly anticipating another kiss.

Jessica placed her hands on Sally’s shoulders to stop her. “Listen, you can’t ever tell anyone about this, especially anyone at the shop. I don’t want to take advantage of you, and I can’t promise any kind of a long term thing. Really, you ought to have a relationship with someone… a girl nearer your own age.”

Sally gave her a shy smile. “Oh, Jessica, I do want to know what it’s like with another girl, but I’d like my first time to be with someone who is a bit older and knows what she’s doing.” Her cheeks reddened slightly. “Also, I… I think you’re incredibly sexy.”

Slightly taken aback by the compliment, Jess replied, “Well, thank you, but I’m not sure you can say I know what I’m doing — honestly, I’m almost as new to this as you are. But I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t excited by this. You’re just so beautiful, and I would like to… to make love with you.” There, I said it.

Sally seemed surprised by Jessica’s admission, but got over that quickly enough. She leaned forward again, but this time Jess pulled the girl to her.

The kiss began gently, first-time lovers testing the waters. They softened into each other, both parting their lips, their tongues emerging to play. This time it was Jessica who took the lead, gently easing the teenager down on the sofa.

Jess couldn’t resist the urge to fondle Sally’s full breasts as their kiss grew more passionate, cupping them in both hands. The teen followed her lead, groping Jessica through her teal blouse. After a few minutes of intensely sensual mouth play — tongues duelling, mouths sliding together, lips exploring and nuzzling ears, chins and necks — Jess allowed her hand to slip further down the blonde girl’s body. She found Sally’s smooth thigh, and her hand began to move upwards again, slipping beneath the hem of her young lover’s flimsy dress.

Her fingers firmly stroked the damp gusset of Sally’s lacy panties, pressing the material into the cleft of the girl’s sex, causing her to shiver. Again, Sally mirrored Jessica’s actions, dropping her hand to seek out the bottom of the older woman’s skirt. She had trouble finding the hem, so she stopped to look down, trying to see where the skirt ended.

As the girl took hold of the hem, Jessica grabbed her wrist, stopping her in mid-motion. Startled, Sally peered into her eyes, wondering if this beautiful woman she’d adored for so long was having second thoughts about the two of them making love.

Realising that her younger partner was confused, Jess whispered, “Let’s go upstairs, we’ll be more comfy.”

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