Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

by Rachael Yukey

Sunday, October 21st, 2007

The ride out to Julie’s grandparents’ farm takes about ten minutes, heading west. There’s a state highway that runs smack dab through the middle of the county and goes right past our town, and their place is on that highway. I’ve ridden past it a gazillion times but never knew who owned it. But I’ve noticed it, because as you drive through a valley you can look south and see the homestead maybe an eighth of a mile away, and I’ve always wondered how you got down there from the road.

As it turns out, you get there by taking a driveway at the top of the hill on the west side of the valley. I was always fooled because there are two houses on the property and one is just a little way up the driveway at the top of the hill. I thought that was the only place the driveway led. But you can drive right past that house, then the driveway hooks left into the valley and leads to the homestead.

It’s a pretty place. There’s an old barn that obviously hasn’t seen cows in a really long time, along with a few rundown outbuildings. I saw flower gardens that had mostly gone a late-fall brown, and the yard was full of trees. In the backyard there was a giant wooden playhouse shaped like a castle. On the opposite side of the driveway were the fields, which were nothing at the moment but cut-off soybean stalks.

I couldn’t help comparing it to the farm I live on. The houses aren’t that different; they’re both really old farmhouses that started out as two-story rectangles and have been added onto a few times. But everything else was different. When my grandpa switched from dairy to cash grain back in the ’80s, they tore down the barn and outbuildings and built a couple of big machine sheds and a storage facility for the crops. It’s all steel-sided pole buildings and aluminum grain tanks, and most of the trees were taken out to make it easy to move big machinery around. A nice, modern Minnesota farm.

But this place is like being taken back thirty years. I love how it’s so far from the highway. The gravel road that runs by our place is only twenty yards or so from our front door, and I’m always getting woke up early by the milk trucks that come roaring by first thing in the morning.

I learned on the drive over that Jason’s parents have never been farmers. His grandpa bought the place when he retired from the army in 1970 and ran a dairy there for about ten years, but he sold the cows in the early ’80s when new milk laws meant he’d have to spend a lot of money on improvements to the barn. He had army retirement so he didn’t work after that. Jason’s father Willie ended up inheriting the place, and when he retired he and Helen moved there.

The newer house close to the highway is where Jason’s youngest sister lives. They let Jason’s uncle farm the fields, but not much else is going on with the property. Lots of the old dairy farms around here are like that. There are just as many cows being milked now as there were thirty years ago, but these days they’re concentrated on a smaller number of farms that milk hundreds of cows. So most of these cool-looking old dairy barns are unused and starting to fall down, and the cropland gets rented out.

Julie’s grandpa Willie was sitting outside smoking a cigarette. He’s a huge guy; I mean he’s gotta be six foot six or something like that. He’s got a big belly and a scraggly beard. His hair is going from black to gray, but the beard is almost all gray. I think he’d look better without it. He limps when he walks, and I remembered Julie telling me that his time in the army messed up his knees pretty bad.

Julie hugged him and introduced us, then she showed me around the homestead. We’re allowed to go anywhere but the barn, which is incredibly old and could collapse at any time. The castle playhouse, on the other hand, is really cool, and we goofed around in it until Helen called us in for supper.

She’d made spaghetti, and it was delicious. While we ate, Willie told us long, kinda rambling stories about when he was in the army. The most interesting one was about his knees, and how they got messed up. Turns out it didn’t happen in combat, but when he crashed a jeep into a tree because his front tire blew out. “Never got a damn Purple Heart for it, either,” Willie said, then let loose with a big booming laugh.

After supper, he went into his little office to play games on his computer. Helen had some old fashioned board games, so Julie and I spent a while playing Sorry! with her.

While we were playing, Helen mentioned her sewing and craft room. Julie told me, “Oh, you have to see that, Mallory. It’s amazing!” I was into it, so after we finished our game, the three of us went upstairs. Right at the top of the stairs is Willie and Helen’s bedroom, and you walk through that to get to the craft room.

Julie was right – it’s pretty amazing. First, there’s an impressive collection of toys that Helen keeps for her grandchildren. Jason has lots of brothers and sisters, and most of them have kids.

Then Helen showed us her sewing projects, like making Barbie doll clothes. She also has these big compartmentalized shelves full of all different kinds of craft supplies. “I like to collect interesting materials,”  she said with a laugh “but I never seem to get around to doing anything with them.”

I spotted a big pile of large dried tree mushrooms on a bottom shelf that were probably 6-10 inches across and a smoky whitish color. My mind instantly sprang to my A.L. art project… what an awesome medium for line drawings! I bent down to look more closely.

“Do you like those?” Helen asked.

I nodded. “Where do you get them? I have an art project coming up that I think something like this would be really cool for. If I know where to look, I’ll have my mom buy me some.”

Helen laughed. “Oh, I don’t buy them. There’s a big old oak tree in the woods up across the field that they grow on, and I’ve been collecting them in the fall for a few years now. They’re like everything else on this shelf… I keep thinking I’ll use them for something and never do. If you intend to make something out of them, help yourself!”

My jaw dropped. “Really?”

“Oh, sure. I get more every fall… you’re looking at three years worth. In fact, I haven’t gathered any yet this year, so if you want we can all walk up there tomorrow morning and we’ll get fresh ones. They’ll still be a little soft, but it doesn’t take them long to dry once you get them inside.”

I felt a big goofy smile taking over my face.“That’d be awesome!” I hooted. “Thank you so much, Helen! I promise to do something pretty with them.”

“I can’t wait to see it,” she said. “Remind me tomorrow, and we’ll find a box to send them in.”

Helen had us each pick out a doll dress pattern we liked, then she sat down to her sewing machine while Julie and I went downstairs to watch a movie. We rummaged through the DVDs and found a live action Scooby Doo movie that looked promising, then changed into our nightwear in the bathroom. Julie put on pajamas, and I wore my favorite nightie. The living room fold-out had already been opened for us, and Julie went to a closet and got blankets and stuff. We made popcorn in the air popper and settled in to watch our movie.

Julie’s grandparents might live in a run-down old farmhouse, but they have a great surround sound system and a HUGE television set. The movie really wasn’t all that good, but it was still fun because it was almost like being in a movie theater. About two thirds of the way through we heard Willie’s heavy footsteps clomping up the stairs, and a minute or two later Helen came downstairs, poked her head into the living room, and informed us they were going to bed.

After the movie was over Julie and I took turns using the bathroom and brushing our teeth, then she turned out the living room light. We crawled under the covers and snuggled up close.

We lay in silence for a few minutes. All my senses were tingling. Julie’s warm body pressing against mine, her breathing, her soft hair tickling my face… it was like I had a super-intense awareness of all these things. And yet again, that familiar tingly feeling was washing over me.

That’s when I knew what Megan Frost said was right; I’m into girls. I can’t even try to convince myself it’s not a real thing anymore. And more important, I’m into Julie. Big time. I’m not sure I’m in love with her, but I do know that I don’t just see her as a friend. And at that moment, I wanted to kiss Julie all over, put my hands all over her body, see her naked…

I didn’t do any of these things, but it was close. I only held back because I didn’t know how Julie would react, and I can’t bear to even think about doing something that might make her stop liking me.

I was busy trying to focus on anything else in the world so I could go to sleep, then Julie spoke up. “I’ve been thinking a lot,” she said in a half whisper, “about the things Megan said to us yesterday. What about you?”

“Yeah, I have,” I admitted.

“I think she’s right, at least about me,” said Julie. “I’m probably gay. I tried touching myself last night and pretending I was with a guy, and it totally didn’t work. It not only didn’t work, but it was kind of yucky. Have you tried that?”

“Yeah,” I said. “It does okay for me if I think about an older guy, like in high school or a grownup. Guys our age, not so much. But…” I sighed. “I mostly think about girls.”

“So maybe you’re bisexual, like Lisa?”

“Yeah, maybe.”

“I don’t think I am,” said Julie. “It doesn’t matter who it is, guys just don’t work for me. I mean, I thought of the best-looking man I know of and I waited until I was right about to… you know, come… and started thinking about him. I didn’t come. Then I started thinking about a girl again, and it happened.”

“How do you feel about that?” I wondered.

“Not too bad, now that I’m getting used to the idea. I mean, I think people just are what they are and like Dad says, it’s not wrong if nobody gets hurt. What scares me the most…” she stopped and took a big breath. “What scares me the most is who I keep thinking about.”

I knew what she meant; we’d talked about it the day before. “You mean me.”

“Uh-huh. How do you feel about that?”

I didn’t even have to think about it. “Really good. Because it means you like me and you think I’m pretty. And also, because I think about you too. I told you that.”

“All the time, or some of the time?”

“Most of the time. I think about other people too, sometimes. But you’re my favorite.”

Julie cracked up. “Like your favorite flavor of ice cream?” she asked between giggles. I started giggling too.

“Yeah, something like that,” I managed to get out. We got quiet again.

“Are you excited about going to Megan’s house Sunday?” asked Julie.

“Yeah,” I said. “I’m not sure what she has in mind, but she knows where we’re coming from. And she’s really pretty.”

“She sure is.” Julie sighed. We were quiet for a while, then she said, “We should get some sleep. But I’m not sure I can.”

“Me either,” I told her.

Julie’s eyes fastened on mine in the dim moonlight coming through the window. “ For the same reason, huh?” she asked.

“I think so.”

So she was turned on too. Knowing that pushed my own arousal up to a whole new level! My panties were already wet, and my breathing was growing unsteady. Time to do something about this, I decided. I was feeling bold again, the way I had a couple days before in Lisa’s room. It’s not like me at all… but I was really starting to like this new version of myself.

I pressed my cheek against hers. “If you were alone right now,” I whispered, “would you touch yourself?”

“I’d have done it twenty minutes ago,” she whispered back. I could feel her lips brushing my ear as she spoke.

“I can’t stop thinking about Wednesday,” I told her. “You know, what it was like to touch you. How your pussy felt to my fingers, and how amazing it was to make you come. Especially since it was your first time ever to have an orgasm.”

“Tell me what my pussy felt like, Mallory,” she said.

“Warm, and soft. So wet. And you know what was even better? The way your body felt next to mine when you came. Shuddering, thrashing around. I loved how you lost control. It made me happy to do that for you.”

I could feel Julie trembling by my side. “Mallory…” she whispered. “You’re making me crazy. And we’re in my grandparents’ living room. They’re right upstairs!”

Whatever, I thought. These old houses are all the same, just like mine or Julie’s. Nobody can use the stairs without everybody in the house knowing about it.

“Is there any way they could get down here without us hearing them first?”

Julie thought for a moment, then smiled. “No.”

She was on her side facing me, and I nudged her shoulder till she was lying on her back. Under the covers, I placed a hand on her knee, then slowly ran my fingers up her thigh. Even through the thick material of her pajamas it had an immediate effect. Julie drew a shuddering breath as I barely grazed her mound, making my way to the softness of her belly. I slipped my hand beneath her shirt and caressed the smooth skin.

Julie shivered – then she reached down to take my hand away.

I froze. Had I gone too far?

“Not yet, Mallory,” she whispered in my ear. “You already took care of me the other night. So now, you get to be first. I want to touch you the way you touched me. Because I love you… and I want to make you feel amazing. Can I?”

Could she? I was on fire with arousal, my body tingling from head to toe. I laid down flat on my back, spreading my legs wide apart. Then I took her hand under the blanket, guiding it down towards my lower half while pulling my nightgown up past my knees. I placed Julie’s hand on the inside of my thigh, mere inches below my throbbing pussy. She inched her hand upward, then traced her finger along the crease between my thigh and my vulva. Without meaning to, I raised my hips in response to her touch.

Her fingers then spread themselves out over the top of my center, teasing me through my underwear. I thrust my hips again.

Julie giggled. “Your panties are wet.”

Well, no kidding. But I didn’t know they had soaked all the way through!

“Bet yours are, too,” I whispered back.

“That’s for me to know and you to find out,” she taunted.

Now, there’s no way I could back down from that challenge. I returned my hand to her belly and slipped it under the waistband of her pajama bottoms. My fingers snaked across her panties until I was touching her slit through the thin fabric. Definitely damp!

“Juicy,” I smugly informed her.

“Not as juicy as you’ll be when I’m done with you,” she shot back. She applied some pressure and began to move her fingers in a circle.

A powerful wave hit me, and I pushed hard against her fingers. I laid my hand flat over the front of her panties so I was sort of cupping her, my fingertips curled over her vagina. Another wave hit, and this time I whimpered. It was an effort to keep from moaning out loud.

Now her fingers teased their way underneath the waistband of my panties. It was a tight fit, so I lifted my butt and reached down to push my underwear past my knees, using my free hand. Her fingers teased my throbbing outer lips, then slipped between them. She traced around the edge of my vagina where I was the wettest, up the inside of one of my lips, then down the other. I inhaled sharply at the sensation of Julie’s fingertips brushing past my clit.

Finally her fingers crept up the middle until they were resting on my clit, then she moved them in a slow circle.

Another wave of pleasure washed over me, and I gasped, pressing myself against her hand.

She smiled at me and picked up the pace, still using a butterfly-like touch. It was totally working, too. My breath hitched and tore at the sensations that flowed through my body. It was an effort to keep myself from crying out.

When her fingers would start to go dry she’d dip them down to where moisture flowed freely from my opening, then bring them back slippery wet. I could feel those juices running down the crack of my butt, soaking the back of my nightgown.

I began moving my fingers, which were still cupping Julie’s pussy through her panties. Just clenching and unclenching them. She responded quickly, her breath starting to catch as she began moving her hips against my hand in a jittery rhythm.

I was getting close, the waves coming close together and getting more and more intense.

Julie applied a little more pressure to my clit, and that was all it took to push me over the edge.

As my orgasm ripped through me, my knees came together like they usually do when I come,my body arched up from the bed, and I clamped a hand over my mouth to keep from screaming.

When my ecstasy began to fade, I gently took Julie’s hand away from my vulva. Her fingers were gooey, and I laced my fingers with hers and gave them a squeeze.

Julie squeezed back. She was moving her hips almost frantically against my hand now, and I was loosening and tightening my fingers in time with her thrusts. Her breath was short, sharp, and ragged as she turned her head to the side and laid it on my shoulder. Her panties were drenched now, making my fingers sticky with her juices.

It didn’t take much longer for Julie to come. She clamped her thighs around my hand, hips pumping like crazy and she buried her face in the hollow of my neck. A muffled, “MMMmmmmmm!” sound escaped from behind her tightly sealed lips. She suddenly froze for a few seconds, then collapsed against me.

We lay there for a long moment. Julie gave a long, shivery sigh. Her head still rested on my shoulder, and our fingers were still laced together. It was a moment I wanted to last forever.

I realized I was drifting off. I shook myself awake, then kissed Julie on the forehead. She turned her face to meet mine. Our noses were touching.

“Did I do a good job?” she whispered.

“It was amazing,” I replied.

My hand was still inside her pajama bottoms. I took it out,  brought my fingers to my nose and sniffed. Her aroma was strong and musky.

“I like the way it smells, too,” said Julie. “My pussy, I mean. Do you think that makes us weird?”

“I like the taste of it, too,” I admitted.

“I’ve never thought about tasting it,” said Julie.

I slid my sticky fingers into my mouth and sucked on them. The flavor was getting me worked up all over again, but I knew it wouldn’t be a good idea to get started again at this hour.

Julie unlaced her fingers from mine, then slipped her hand between my legs, touching me where I was still really juicy. She brought it out and took a deep sniff, closing her eyes as she savored it. Then she slipped the finger into her mouth. She sucked on it for a really long time, and finally smiled at me.

“I better watch out,” she said. “That’s kinda getting me going again…”

We both kind of cracked up, but kept it quiet.

I rooted around under the covers until I found my underwear and slipped them back on. They were pretty damp, but whatever. I pulled my nightgown down, noticing it was also damp in the back from when Julie was fingering me. Julie adjusted her pajama bottoms, and we pulled the covers up to our chins. She was lying on her back, so I rolled onto my side and put an arm around her. She pulled me close.

Julie passed right out, but I lay awake for a little while, thinking over what had just happened.

We crossed a line last night. Julie and I weren’t just helping each other. Heck, we can’t even pretend that’s what it was. Maybe it wasn’t quite lesbian sex, but it was something pretty close to it. We were enjoying each other’s bodies and giving each other pleasure, and I think that’s what making love is.

I have to face it: I’m gay, or at least bisexual, and I’m already doing sex stuff with another girl at age eleven. Can I stop? I don’t think so. I know I don’t want to.

God, if you’re out there, you’ve hit me with a temptation I can’t fight, and it’s your fault, not mine. So deal with it.

On to Chapter Nine!