Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

by Mystery Mouse

CHAPTER 1 – A New Start

“Oh, and whatever you do, make sure to stay away from her!”

The girl’s vehemence took Katherine by surprise. All through the tour of the school, Anne-Marie had been pleasant and polite. A little snobbish and stuck-up, maybe, but Katherine was used to that. Especially from a prefect.

But as they entered the lunch hall and Anne-Marie started to wrap things up, she’d spotted something, and her mood had changed for the worse.

“Er … who?” Katherine asked, scanning the assorted students. She had no idea who, or even what, she was looking for.

“Her,” Anne-Marie repeated with a growl. “The Ice Queen sitting over there with her pack of delinquent lesbian friends. A regular bad girls club, if you ask me.”

“Bad girls club?” Katherine echoed. She looked where the prefect was pointing. Outside the hall, visible through a window, four girls sat at a round table. They looked to be around sixteen or so, the same age she was. As far as she could tell, three of them were chatting while the fourth seemed to be writing something down. Nothing unusual at all. Nothing strange. Nothing “bad.”

As for the other thing Anne-Marie called them …

“Why did you …?” Katherine began. She didn’t get any further as Anne-Marie tore her gaze away from the group, wished Katherine well in her academic life, and made such an abrupt departure that Katherine was left gawping after her, unsure what to do next.

Then the reality of the situation hit home. She was standing on her own in a hall full of strangers. They were bound to notice her any second now. And then they’d start pointing, then whispering and laughing. If she was lucky, that’s all they would do.

She felt her pulse quicken as panic threatened to set in. Worse, she felt the Blush start to rise.

The Blush deserved its capitalisation. When embarrassed, her face took on the hue of a ripe tomato. In Katherine’s previous school, it was a point of pride for her tormentors if they could get the shy, insecure redhead’s cheeks glowing. And she’d had so many tormentors.

The teasing started with her fiery red hair, and how persistently unruly it was. Some of the popular girls started making fun of it, her cheeks would flush, and the whole thing snowballed from there. Katherine began avoiding the other kids, which made her the quiet outsider, which made her a target for bullies, which made her even more of a recluse. Once a bully knows how to hurt you, they won’t stop. In the end, Katherine had nobody left she could consider a friend.

But this was a new town. A new school with new people. It was Katherine’s chance to make a better life for herself. Nobody here was going to call her Crybaby Kathy. She wouldn’t give them the opportunity.

So she needed to move. Sit at a free table, go for a walk, hide in the toilets – anything that made her less of a target. She took one step, then another.

“Hi. Sorry. Do you mind if I sit here?” she asked a few moments later.

Nearly all the girls at the table looked up in surprise at the interruption. Even this close, Katherine couldn’t work out which one was supposed to be the “Ice Queen” Anne-Marie had mentioned.

There was a black girl whose uniform somehow seemed to be smarter and better tailored than everyone else’s. Was she the Queen? There was an air of superiority about her, although that might just have been a figment of Katherine’s overstressed imagination.

Next to her was a girl whose bespectacled face was almost hidden under a mass of chestnut-brown curls. Despite her smile, there was a sense that this was someone who was always ready for a fight. Somebody who needed no excuse to defend herself with words – or fists. An Ice Queen? Surely not.

At first, Katherine assumed the next girl was from another year, maybe someone’s younger sister. But, as she approached the table, she realised just how small the little brunette was. Not that there was anything wrong with being a different height, she hurriedly admonished herself, but still … this girl was tiny! Surely she was far too short, far too petite, to be called a Queen of anything.

Finally, she looked at the fourth girl and knew instantly – this must be the one. Tall, unsmiling, with ice-cold blue eyes and long hair so blonde it was nearly white … she had to be the Ice Queen Anne-Marie had spoken of so spitefully. She didn’t even look like she belonged in a school. She looked like she should have been plotting the downfall of humanity in a castle on a glacier somewhere. Katherine knew instinctively that this was one girl you wouldn’t want to mess with.

“Absolutely,” said the black girl in response to Katherine’s request and waved her to one of the two free chairs.

The girls resumed their conversation as Katherine tried to relax, holding her bag on her lap like some kind of shield. This was bad. This was very bad. What the hell was she doing here? She’d barely been at the school for half a day and already she’d walked right into the lions’ den!

Or maybe the lionesses’ den. Is that even a thing?

“So me stepdad reckons he can get tickets, but only for one of th’ shite matches. Everything else is just way too pricey.”

This was the girl with the brown curls and glasses. She had a thick Irish accent, although Katherine was at a loss as to where in Ireland it was from. Her geographical knowledge wasn’t the best and there was absolutely no way she was going to ask. That’d just be begging trouble.

“You still going anyway?” asked the Ice Queen.

“Well, y’gotta. Otherwise y’ain’t a real fan at all.”

“Is that why you support someone at the bottom of the league? Because you’re a ‘real’ fan?”

“Hey! What’cha ’tryin’ t’say?!”

As Katherine tried her best not to look like she was eavesdropping, she began to sense somebody was watching her. She looked up and saw the black girl, the one with the smart uniform, staring at her as though trying to work something out.

Here we go. thought Katherine. What’s it going to be first? The hair? The bag? Clothes? Shoes? What? What are you going to start picking on me about?

“You’re new, aren’t you?” the girl asked.

Careful, Katherine, careful. You don’t know what they do to new kids here. Don’t lie, you’ll only get caught out … but be ready to run.

“Er, yeah. How did you …” she replied.

The other girl smiled.

“Easy. You’ve got that whole deer-in-headlights look. Like you don’t know what to do next.”

“I… I guess. There’s a lot to take in.”

“Well, welcome to the school. It’s not that bad once you get used to it. Just don’t eat the shepherd’s pie!” the girl said, winking conspiratorially.

“You had that last week. You liked it,” interjected the blonde, her argument with the Irish girl having failed to go anywhere.

The black girl rolled her eyes. “I was making a joke. You know? A joke? Something to break the ice? Make our new friend feel a bit more welcome? Can’t you just give me that? Huh?”

Our new friend. It didn’t sound sarcastic to Katherine’s ears, but who actually says that?

“Anyway,” the black girl continued, regaining her composure, “welcome to the school, like I said, and welcome to our lunch table. It’s a pleasure to have you join us …”

I doubt that, thought Katherine.

“… so let me introduce everyone. My name’s Yolanda. Next to me is Fiona.”

The Irish girl with the wild curls had started to eat an apple and was taken by surprise. She waved with her free fingers and wiggled her eyebrows in what was probably meant to be a friendly manner.

Katherine’s first impression of Yolanda seemed to be accurate. The girl had an attitude of somebody used to being in charge. And also clearly used to public speaking. This felt less like an introduction and more like a presentation.

“The one cheating on her homework is Terri.”

This had to be the short girl who, Katherine now realised, had been feverishly copying text from one sheet of paper to another.

“I ain’t cheatin’!” came the indignant response. “How was I supposed to know there was questions on the back?! Who the hell does that to a person?”

“Just as well some of us pay attention, huh?” the blonde commented.

Terri stuck out her tongue in response without looking up from her work.

“And finally,” Yolanda interjected firmly, “we have Claire. Who’s having a mood today.”

“I’m not having a mood. I’m just saying, that’s all.”

“It’s not what you’re saying, girl. It’s how you’re saying it.”

“Well, I’m just saying the truth.”

So, thought Katherine as the two bickered, the Ice Queen’s name was Claire. Claire the Ice Queen.

It doesn’t fit somehow. Maybe a Helga? Or a Thora? Or … Okay, so I don’t know many Nordic names. But she looks like she’s some kind of Viking or something.

Something with a Z in it, maybe? Zena? Zora? Hmm … Why do they always end with an “a”?

“An’ what’s yer name, then?”

Katherine started with shock. She’d let her mind drift and hadn’t been paying attention. This was the Irish girl, Fiona, pointing a ravaged apple core in Katherine’s direction.

“Me? Oh, I’m … er … I mean … my name’s Katherine. Katherine Pearson,” she stammered, feeling the Blush threaten to rise again.

“Pleased t’meet ya, Kat. Got any food?”

“What?”

She’s not about to try to take my lunch, is she? That’s so childish! Nobody still does that, do they?

“It’s half-past already. If y’don’t eat soon, you’ll run outta time,” Fiona explained.

“Oh. Right. Of course.”

Katherine carefully removed a sandwich from her bag and tried to eat it as innocuously as possible.

So far so good, she thought. Nobody has really done or said anything nasty towards me at all. Sure, they could be saving it up for later, but normally I’d have had at least something by now.

As time passed and the end of the lunch hour drew near, Katherine found herself beginning to relax. The other girls around the table had been given many opportunities but hadn’t bothered to be mean or unpleasant to her at all. Each other, yes, but that just seemed to be the standard, background-level way they behaved. There were frequent arguments, but they never came to anything and were over as quickly as they started. In fact, the girls didn’t argue or fight, Katherine realised. They squabbled. They bickered. There was no real heat behind it.

After a few moments, Terri finished her work. She looked up, saw Katherine for the first time and, without hesitation, said what must have been the first thing that came to her mind.

“Whoa. Your hair’s amazin’. It’s so red! Do you have to use a special conditioner for that or somethin’?”

At first Katherine thought this was some subtle insult she didn’t understand. But it turned out to be a serious question and kickstarted a group conversation about hair products that even she was able to join. It wasn’t much, but she started to feel that this might be a group of people she could cope with after all.

But then Claire, who had spent a few minutes silently thinking, turned to Katherine and asked, “So, why’d you ask to sit with us?” 

Bitch, Katherine thought.

“Somebody told me not to. They said you were trouble,” she said. “So I did. I don’t like being told what I shouldn’t do.”

That wasn’t entirely true, but it sounded good.

“Let me guess. Anne-Marie,” Yolanda said, making a face. Then, without waiting for a reply, she added, “She still has it out for you, doesn’t she, Claire?”

“Not my fault,” came the terse response.

Katherine saw all four girls start to focus on her and felt the Blush once again threaten to rise. Oh no, she thought. Not now!

“In what way did she say we were trouble, hmmm?” Yolanda asked with a strange smile.

“I’m not … I don’t think I really remember.”

“Sure y’do,” Fiona chimed in “Tell us. We wanna know.”

Shit shit shit shit! Katherine screamed inside her head. Never pick sides, never repeat what people say about each other, and never EVER get between two groups who are fighting. Especially not other girls. You know this! 

Then, suddenly, she changed her mind. As she felt her cheeks burn from embarrassment and fear, it was as though a switch flipped in her brain. Screw it, she thought, I’m not doing this all over again. If it’s a fight you want, then let’s fight.

“Well, she said you were all gay,” she said.

The other girls looked stunned. As though they were expecting anything but that.

The only one who reacted was Terri. She instantly broke into a massive grin. “Oh, is that all? Huh. ’Cos she ain’t right … but she ain’t exactly wrong, neither.”

“Terri …” Yolanda warned.

“I mean, Fi’s the actual gay one. Me an’ Claire, we’re more bi, you know? An’ Yolanda here, she’s … ‘

“Terri!” Yolanda snapped. “That’s enough! Try to engage your brain before you engage your mouth!”

“I’m happy t’admit it. It’s th’ twenty-first century. Not gonna lie about bein’ who I am,” Fiona said with a shrug.

“I’m not saying that, but there’s a time and a place.” They glowered at one another.

“So why did Anne-Marie tell you that, precisely?” Claire asked.

Katherine suspected she knew the answer to that one. She’d been thinking about it and believed she’d worked it out. Why would somebody tell a complete stranger that a group of girls were all “delinquent lesbians”? Either they were a homophobe or …

“I think she thinks you’re all sleeping with each other.”

There was silence. The sort of silence that only comes when people are deliberately not saying anything.

Oops, she thought. Wrong answer. Now I really am in trouble. I wonder if I can change to a different school again?

But then:

“Yeah … I exactly wouldn’t call it sleepin’. More like fuckin’. Fuckin’ an’ shaggin’ with a lil’ bit of screwin’ mixed in.”

“Terri!”

“Jaysus, T. Way t’drop that one.”

“What? It’s true, ain’t it?”

Only Claire didn’t say anything. She merely smirked.

Katherine was in shock. This wasn’t what she’d been expecting. At most she thought the girls might have become friends as some sort of LGBTQ support group. There was something similar at her old school although, being a social outcast, she hadn’t known much about it.

And she knew people her age weren’t all virgins. She’d heard the rumours that people in her year were actually having sex. There’d even been talk that some of her classmates had started doing it when they were even younger.

But it was Terri’s blunt, upfront, admission that surprised her. And not a single member of the group had denied it either.

Katherine caught Yolanda’s eye in mute enquiry. The other girl threw her hands up in the air with exasperation.

“Alright, fine,” she growled. “It’s true. We do, sometimes, occasionally …”

“Frequently,” said Terri under her breath.

“… have intimate moments with each other …” Yolanda continued.

“Fuck like rabbits,” Terri said. “Horny rabbits.”

“… but that’s not all we do. And it’s not all that often, despite what some people would have you believe. It’s just for fun, that’s all. Nothing to make a big deal about.”

Yolanda’s composure was gone. The calm, collected, and firmly-in-control young woman Katherine had met earlier had vanished. All because of one, surprising but relatively small revelation. It was alarming to see. But even more alarming was the speed with which Yolanda recovered. Two deep breaths and she was back to normal.

“Of course, if this means you don’t want to sit with us, I completely understand,” she continued, sitting up as straight as a ruler, “but I would ask that you keep this private. It’s not something the rest of the school needs to know.”

So you’re hiding who you truly are. Katherine thought. I’ve been there.

“Yeah, no. I get it. I think. But I’ll stay, if that’s okay.” After all, I have to know if this is some sort of prank or something.

“Of course,” Terri continued quietly, “we ain’t actually done anythin’ since I got rid of the bunk bed the other day, an’ you made me come buckets all over the new one.”

“Hang on. Wait,” interrupted Claire, who clearly had something else on her mind. “Did Anne-Marie have anything else to say about us? Or me specifically?”

Katherine knew exactly what she was asking about, but she also knew that there was no way she was going to tell her.

Especially now. If Claire was the horrible person Anne-Marie had implied, if she was so nasty, then how could the other girls possibly be doing anything like that with her?

There must be something that Katherine wasn’t getting.

“Er … she did call you a ‘bad girls club’ but I don’t know …”

That was all Katherine managed to say before Terri burst out laughing.

“Yes! I love it! That’s brilliant!” she cried. “The Bad Girls Club! Yeah! We can make up some badges, have our own newsletter …”

“Get us jackets with the club name on the back, like in old fifties movies?” Fiona offered.

“Yeah? Yeah! Hell, why not? We could have Bad Girls Club-branded anythin’ and everythin’.”

“We’re not a club. That’s just silly,” Claire grumbled.

But this time, she was ignored. Terri and Fiona had taken the idea to heart and were busy throwing merchandise ideas at each other, paying no heed to Claire’s sardonic comments.

Thankfully, by the time they’d started discussing matching tattoos, the bell rang and lunch hour was over. The girls rose from the table and, after giving Katherine directions to her next class, went their separate ways.

For the rest of the day Katherine did her best to focus on her schoolwork. She had new classmates, new teachers, and new buildings to get used to. Even new friends, it seemed. But every so often, her mind would drift back to one particular question.

Did those girls she met earlier really do what they said they did? Have sex with each other? Were they just making it up? But why would they admit to something like that if it wasn’t true?

If they weren’t making it up, then what was it like? What did they do? How did they do it?

And, more importantly, could she herself have sex with another girl if the situation ever came up?

For an inexperienced, shy virgin like Katherine, these were questions she couldn’t even begin to answer. And yet they circled her head, making her lose concentration and set her heart to pounding, her mind racing, and her body wanting.

Finally, once school was over for the day and she was safely home in her bedroom where nobody could see, she decided to do something about it.

Soon to come: Chapter Two!