Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By Misty Meadow

The last period of the school day ends, and I run over to the gym and wait in the corridor as the girls trickle out of the changing room, chattering away or staring at their phones. As the last girl exits, I peep round the edge of the door.

Miss Jackson is there, in her customary white singlet and tight shorts, seated on a bench with Audrey standing in front of her, looking at our gym teacher’s notorious camel toe and not even bothering to hide it. I stay where I am, waiting for things to progress before I make my presence known.

Miss Jackson’s attention is riveted on my friend with that hungry look that I’ve come to know so well. As for Audrey, she briefly glances my way, then looks back at the teacher before sliding the shoulder straps of her leotard off and slowly pulling it down to her waist, an innocent smile on her face. Her tiny boobs seem to glow. Audrey pauses to flick her hair from her face with a toss of the head, then slowly, drags the leotard down over her hips — exposing her belly button, then her mound. Miss Jackson’s eyes are like saucers.

The leotard falls to her ankles, leaving, Audrey’s cunt is in full view and. She steps out, reaches down to pick up the garment, and turns to hang it on one of the clothes hooks. She fumbles it — deliberately, I suspect — and it falls to the floor. With her legs straight, she casually bends to pick it up, giving Miss Jackson a stunning view of her tight little bum, then sweet little rosebud and her developing lips.

Audrey straightens and turns back to face the teacher, then sits down on the opposite bench, her thighs carelessly parted. She looks about, trying to locate her backpack, finds it under the bench and reaches inside to extract her ankle socks. Lifting one leg at a time to put them on, she’s offering Miss Jackson a full-on view of her treasure.

Miss Jackson is speechless, clearly entranced by the blatant exhibition offered to her. To anyone, this would be seen as a provocative act of the lewdest kind, a girl deliberately flaunting her private parts to an adult, but what can Miss Jackson do? Call her on it? Report her? To whom? If she isn’t sexually aroused by Audrey’s audacity, she would have already put a stop to the performance, but she hasn’t said a word. That tells me all that I need to know. We can go full steam ahead with the seduction of our gym teacher.

I decided that it’s time for my entrance. I’ve prepared by leaving my vest and tights off, leaving just knickers on under my school dress, which has its top and bottom buttons undone. I push the door wider, step in and close it behind me. Miss Jackson is irritated by my interruption, and who could blame her?

I approach them, a broad smile on my face. “Hi, Audrey. Excuse me, Miss Jackson, could I have a word?”

“Can’t you see I’m busy?” she mutters, trying and failing to hide her annoyance.

“Misty wants to join the gymnastic team,” Audrey says. “I think she’d be great.” She makes no attempt to continue dressing. “She has the perfect figure for it, too. Show her, Misty.”

I quickly unfasten the few remaining buttons on the front of my dress and let it fall from my shoulders, standing there in front of Miss Jackson in my white cotton knickers, socks and sandals. She eyes me up and down, her anger disappeared.

“You’re too young,” she says in a softer tone. “You’re still in the first form.”

“All the gymnasts I see on TV started at an early age,” I counter. I name the current Olympic champion. “She started training when she was eight, and I’m eleven. I’ll work hard, I promise. Watch this!”

I crouch and take my socks and sandals off, then walk to the end of the room, turn and run, doing a complete somersault in the space between the benches. I come back upright and walk back to Miss Jackson, tugging the front of my knickers up as high as they’ll go. My puffy mound creates a camel toe that’s even more impressive than the teacher’s.

Audrey giggles. “Look at the front of her knickers, Miss Jackson. You can see everything. She might as well be naked!” I’m amazed at Audrey’s boldness; she must be absolutely certain about Miss Jackson’s interest in young girls.

I pick up on her theme. “Audrey’s seen me naked; she slept over at my house last night, and slept in my mum’s big bed, and showered together this morning.” I reach out to take my lover’s hand. “Isn’t she beautiful? We’re best friends.”

“More than friends,” Audrey says. Oh. Lord, has she gone too far?

It certainly arouses Martha’s interest. “How do you mean, more than friends?”

“You know,” Audrey hints, then comes right out with it. “We’re in love.” There, she’s said it.

Miss Jackson’s face is a picture of wonder and disbelief. “You’re too young to be in love, especially you, Misty.”

“My mum doesn’t think so. We told her and she says she’s very happy for us.”

“Your mother knows?” She’s incredulous.

“She was watching when me and Misty had our first kiss,” Audrey says. Yes, I think, and all the other stuff too, but that needs to remain a secret for now.

Miss Jackson strokes her chin as she thinks for a moment, then asks, “Is your mother the young one who looks like a ballerina?”

“Uh-huh, that’s her. You met at the last parents’ day,” I reply with a nod. “She was wearing a bright pink, very short dress.”

Miss Jackson’s face softens. “Yes, I remember thinking how lovely she looked. So she’s… okay with this relationship of yours?”

“Oh, yes. She encourages it. Mum told me that she had love affairs with other girls when she was very young — younger than Audrey, even.”

The teacher’s face lights up, then she looks over to Audrey, sitting on the bench, her legs spread wide, who takes her bra from its hook and puts it on, stands and turns her back for me to fasten it, then finds her knickers and sits back down. Once again, Miss Jackson is treated to a vision of pure exhibitionism as Audrey puts her feet into the leg holes and slowly pulls her panties up, then leaves them provocatively at mid-thigh.

“I seem to remember you once forgetting to put your knickers on,” Miss Jackson said, a thoughtful look on her face. “That wasn’t deliberate, was it?”

“Not telling,” says Audrey, a twinkle in her eyes which, in fact, tells everything. She stands and pulls her knickers the rest of the way up.

“I’d better get dressed,” the teacher says. “Come into my office and we’ll talk about the gym team.”

We follow into Miss Jackson’s office, which opens directly on to the changing room. She closes the door behind us and clicks the lock. There’s a desk, a chair and a massage table, which Audrey and I sit on, clutching our clothes and backpacks.

Propping her bum on the edge of the desk, Miss Jackson peels off her singlet. Her tits are slightly bigger than Mum’s, but not large enough to need much support. Her nipples protrude like little pencil erasers, and we boldly gaze at them. Then comes the exciting moment when she drags her shorts down. I’ve always wondered what she wore underneath, and they turn out to be a pair of white cotton bikini briefs. She kicks her shorts off and looks at us.

“Oh, Miss Jackson,” Audrey says breathlessly, “you’re so beautiful.”

I nod in agreement. Miss Jackson has the grace to blush, which makes her look even sexier. My heart is racing in anticipation of when she takes off those knickers — but alas, she leaves them on.

Turning to me, she beckons me to her. “Stand up, Misty. I want to examine your body; see if you’re suitable for the team.”

As I stand before her, Miss Jackson she runs her hands over my shoulders, down my arms, then down the sides of my ribs, her thumbs brushing my nipples, then over my hips and bum cheeks. I’m fully aware that this is totally unnecessary, that she’s just seizing this opportunity to touch my body. I’d love to have her examine my cunt, but that will have to wait.

She massages my thighs, squatting down, and kneads my calf muscles. I’m beginning to feel my cunt tingle. “You need to work on these to firm them up, Misty. Gymnastics is hard work.” Her face is inches away from my midriff as she gazes at my camel toe, the crotch of my knickers jammed into my slit. Finally, she has to look away and stand up.

“I think you might just fit the bill,” she says. “I’ll need your mum’s permission, though. Can I phone her?”

Audrey and I look at each other. “I don’t have a phone,” I lie.

“Me neither,” Audrey says.

I’ve already let Mum know that she doesn’t need to pick us up from school. “You could drive us over to my house,” I offer, “and talk about it with her. I bet she’d love to see you again.” I’m pushing my luck — but then again, boldness seems to be paying off for us.

After a moment’s hesitation, she nods. “Okay, I can do that. Now get dressed, girls.”

We put our school uniforms on, then watch as Miss Jackson shrugs into a tartan shirt, tying it at the waist without buttoning it, dons a denim mini-skirt that’s short enough to be deemed improper, finally stepping into leather sandals. We pick up our backpacks and head out to the car park.

The drive to my place is a fairly quiet one, but there’s a definite sense of excitement in the air. I think that Miss Jackson is starting to suspect that we’re up to something a lot bigger than getting me a place on the gymnastics team.

At home, Mum opens the door dressed in a pair of loose legged silk tap pants and a matching camisole with lace trim, a very classy look.

“Oops!” she says, “I thought the kids would be alone. Excuse my state of dress. Come on in. It’s nice to see you again, Miss Jackson. Sit down and I’ll go put on a robe.”

“Oh, don’t bother on my account, Mrs. Meadow. I think you look lovely.”

“Call me Jo, please.”

Miss Jackson sits on the couch. “Call me Jackie, then.” Nice name for a woman who looks like a boy, I think. “The reason I’m here is to discuss Misty’s wish to join the gym team.”

For a second, Mum looks bewildered, then cottons on to our scheme and smiles. “Yes, she’s been wanting to for ages. She’s not too young, is she?”

Miss Jackson shrugs. “Almost, but she can make up for it with hard work.”

“Watch this, Mum!” I say and do a cartwheel in the limited space available. Naturally, my dress falls to expose my knickers, which is the whole idea.

The move doesn’t quite come off, and I make a face. “Oooh, my dress is in the way,” I say, pulling it over my head and tossing it aside. Then I execute another cartwheel, this time perfectly, and sit in the armchair opposite the couch.

Audrey sits on my thighs, leaning back against my chest, her legs hanging on either side of me. Her dress has ridden up and I put my arms around her waist, my hands dangerously close to the forbidden area.

Mum asks, “Would this gym thing involve her spending any extra time at school?”

“Only on special events, otherwise no. She’ll have to do some exercises at home. I can always come over and supervise, if that’s okay with you.” I can barely contain my excitement. Oh, this is working out perfectly.

“You’ll be more than welcome, any time you like.”

“Thank you, Jo.”

“Girls, I think you should go upstairs,” Mum says. Does she want to be alone with Jackie? “Get started on your homework.” We run up, but then seat ourselves on the top stair where we can’t be seen but can hear every word.

“I’m a bit concerned about Misty’s relationship with Audrey,” Jackie says.

“Oh, they’re very close.”

“Too close, perhaps. They claim to be in love with each other.”

“I know. Isn’t that precious?”

“But they’re so young!”

“I first fell in love when I was even younger than Misty. They called it a crush, but to me it was everlasting love — at least it was until I grew out of it. How old were you when you had your first crush?”

“I can’t remember, but yes, I suppose it was before puberty.”

“There you are, then. I remember playing all sorts of forbidden games at that age. I’d invite friends to sleep over and we’d play around together — you know, kissing, touching and, well, other things. My mum knew what was going on and even approved of it. I won’t tell you the details, because most of what we did was illegal, but you can probably guess.” Mum paused, then added, “You must have a wonderful job, being with all those cute young girls, prancing about in their gym outfits.”

“I do love my work,” Jackie says, as yet unwilling to divulge her attraction to youngsters.

“It would drive me crazy,” Mum says. “Even having these two nymphets running about the house can be, how should I say it, a little exciting. Usually they aren’t wearing much more than knickers, and sometimes they like to go completely starkers.”

“I must say, that doesn’t surprise me a bit,” Jackie says. They both seem to have a knack for showing off their naughty bits, especially young Audrey. Today after gym in the changing room, she put on a display that rather pushed the envelope, so to speak.”

“Don’t I know it! My Misty’s even worse. She loves for me to take pictures of her while she’s naked.”

“She does? My goodness.” A long pause. “Um… might I see some of them?”

We can’t see what’s happening during the ensuing short silence, but I imagine Mum showing off her carefully selected pictures, taken over the course of the last year or so, all stored on her laptop. Most of them would be tasteful shots of me nude in the garden, or in the bathtub, other holiday snaps, nothing too lascivious but, knowing Mum, subtly erotic.

We hear Jackie making appreciative noises. “Oh, she’s adorable!” she gushes, and I smile to myself. “She takes after you. I must say, Jo, you seem too young to have an eleven-year-old daughter.”

Mum explains about my origins, then adds, “That’s the only time I’ve ever been touched by a man.”

“So, forgive me if I’m wrong, but are you gay?”

“Absolutely!” Mum laughs. “As gay as they come. And you?”

There’s a pause as Jackie ponders how to answer. “Yes… yes, I am. If the school board suspected, I might have problems, but so far, I’ve not been troubled by the authorities. I think most of the girls suspect I’m gay, but I could never lay a finger on any of them. The consequences would be disastrous.”

Oh, my God! She’s just practically admitted that she’s into young girls!

“Even with the girl’s full consent?”

“Even then. All it would take would be one careless word and… well, I’d end up in jail.”

“That’s why I’ve sworn Misty to secrecy,” Mom calmly says.

I hear Jackie gasp. “You mean that you and your daughter…?”

“We’ve been intimate for years,” Mum admits, “but we’ve only crossed the line once or twice into full-on sex.” Some understatement! “Would you be surprised to know that it’s Misty who always makes the first move?”

“Well, I’m aware she’s a little promiscuous and forever showing off her body in the changing room, but it’s because of her age that she’s able to make it all look accidental. Just eleven, and she acts like…” Her voice trails off.

“A stripper? She once told me that’s her ambition. Only for other women, mind you.”

Miss Jackson sighs. “She’s lucky to have such a beautiful, understanding mother.”

“Thank you. Would you do something for me? Let me tug that knot open.” We hear Jackie laugh and Mum lets out a coo of delight. “Oh, they’re gorgeous! So nice and firm. I love your tits.”

“Umm… what if the kids come down?”

“We’ll hear them coming. Anyway, Misty’s seen me kissing lovers from time to time, even feeling them up. My daughter knows how to keep a secret.”

A few moments of silence follow before Jackie speaks again. “I love those undies you’re wearing, Jo… they’re so fucking classy.”

“I’m a bit of a lingerie freak,” Mum confesses. “It’s my fetish, I suppose.”

“Then you won’t like these…?” What is Jackie doing? We’re dying to take a peep, but don’t want to spoil Mum’s seduction.

“I like any girl who flaunts her knickers,” Mum says.

“And Misty seems to take after you.”

“Oh, Audrey’s pretty shameless, too.”

“I know. Earlier in the changing room, she was displaying her vagina in the lewdest way imaginable.”

“I wish I’d been there to see it.”

“So,” says Jackie, “it seems we’re both into little girls. Paedos, they’d call us.’

“Or child molesters — but I’d never, ever do anything to a child without her full consent.”

“Me neither. I’d better pull my knickers back up before the girls come down.”

Audrey and I look at each other in amazement. In just a few minutes, Mum has seduced our gym teacher. Oh, what joy!

I take Audrey’s hand and lead her into the bathroom. “Let’s pretend we’re about to take a shower,” I whisper and we strip naked. Wrapping towels around our bodies, we appear halfway down the stairs.

“There’s no bath gel, Mum,” I call, continuing down, Audrey in tow.

“I’ll find some later. Jackie’s about to leave, so come and say goodbye.” I’m holding my towel with my arm across my chest and as I reach out to shake her hand, the towel falls to the floor. It isn’t an accident.

Jackie’s eyes grow huge as she stares at my smooth mound. “Isn’t she gorgeous?” Mum says.

“Utterly adorable!” Jackie whispers.

“I’m adorable too!” Audrey announces, dropping her own towel, spreading her arms wide and doing a pirouette, able to pull this stunt off because Jackie’s already seen her naked.

“Oh, my God, I could eat you both up!” Jackie gasps.

“Do you like my titties?” Audrey asks coquettishly.

“I do,” Mum interjects.

“So do I,” I add, “but I don’t have any.”

“But you have that spectacular camel toe,” Mum says.

“Your breasts are beautiful,” Jackie says. “You and Audrey are the sexiest little girls I’ve ever laid eyes on.” She seems unable to tear her gaze from us.

“Can you come over on Saturday morning,” Mum asks, breaking the spell, “say nine o’clock?”

Miss Jackson nods. “I’ll be here.”

Mum escorts her to the door, they kiss briefly on the lips and then she’s gone.

“Whew!” Mum exhales. “That went perfectly. I take it you were listening at the top of the stairs?”

“Um, well, yeah,” I admit, embarrassed that Mum figured it out so easily.

Mom nods. “Good. She’s into little girls, just like me. When I pulled the leg of my knickers aside and flashed my cunt at her, I think she almost came on the spot. This whole plan of yours was a huge success, Misty. Now, what would you girls like to drink?”

I give her my sexiest smile. “We wanna drink from your pussy, Mum.”

“Me, too,” Audrey echoes.

Mum studies us both, a knowing smile on her lips. “I think that can be arranged,” she says. Extending both hands to us, she adds, “Come on, my darlings… let’s go upstairs.”

On to Part Six!