Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By Cassandra Blue

Outside, the wind howled and the snow continued to fall and gust. Rhonda reclined on the couch, bathed in the glow of candlelight. She had removed the robe that Kat had given her, and she felt very warm there in Ray’s living room, wearing his daughter’s silky nightgown, the nightgown the girl had never worn but had saved in a drawer or closet somewhere, as if for an occasion such as this. It was like a dream, this night, and if not for a wild winter storm it would not be happening. Nothing out of the ordinary ever happened in Rhonda’s life, but that was about to change.

The bathroom door opened and the light went out, and Rhonda’s heart began to beat faster as she waited for the beautiful young girl to come out to her. She put her hands behind her head, trying her best to look relaxed, nonchallant, all the while knotted up inside, a queezy feeling in her stomach.

Without making a sound, Kat walked out into the glow of the candlelight. She was wearing a shorter silky nightgown. She smiled at Rhonda and knelt down by the couch, taking Rhonda’s hand.

“I’m wearing this for you, Rhonda.” the young girl said. “How do you feel?”

“Great… I mean, nervous as hell,” Rhonda replied, dropping the pretense. “I’ve never done this before.”

“Never?”

“Never,” Rhonda shook her head. “I’ve thought about it. I’ve fantasized about it, but…”

“But you were afraid,” Kat said. “How do you feel when you’re with a man?”

Rhonda looked into the girl’s sparkling eyes. Her expression was so tender. Somehow, she felt as if she were the confused young girl, looking into the eyes of a wise older woman. She wanted to open her heart. She wanted to let it all out.

“Kat, I’m not a happy person,” she said. “I can’t remember ever enjoying myself completely with… with a man. Even with your dad, I feel… like something’s missing. So I drink… and I just let it happen, and he enjoys himself, and I just bill and coo and play the part. But I’ve never really…”

Kat leaned forward, stroking Rhonda’s cheek, wiping away a stray tear. She ran her fingers through Rhonda’s hair and moved closer, pressing her lips to the woman’s brow.

“When I was a girl… younger than you, about thirteen, I fell in love. Her name was Cindy. She was one of those popular girls, but she wasn’t snobby or phony like the rest of the crowd. We were friends, but not close. There were so many people around her all the time, it was like trying to get close to a pop star. I don’t know if she was ever close to anyone, really, but she seemed happy.

“I wanted so much to touch her, to hold her. At night I would think about her, and I would touch myself. I would pretend that my pillow was Cindy, and I would hold her in my arms, and I would spread my legs and rub her against me. But it was all a fantasy, you know… And back then, where I lived, I didn’t dare tell anyone how I felt about her…”

Rhonda began to sob, sob uncontrollably. The tears poured down her cheeks as Kat looked on helplessly, tears glistening in her own eyes.

“What happened, Rhonda?” she asked.

“One night… a Saturday night, after coming back from a party… Cindy found her father’s — her father’s service revolver… and she loaded it… and she put it to her head and she pulled the…”

“Oh, Rhonda,” Kat sighed, putting her hand over her heart.

“That’s why… why it’s so hard to get close to… anyone.” Rhonda wiped away her tears and Kat stood up, walked to the kitchen, and brought back a box of tissues. Rhonda blew her nose and wiped her eyes. “I’m sorry, Kat.”

“Don’t be sorry.”

“You know, I’ve never told anyone about this before.”

“You make me feel special.”

“You are.”

Kat walked to the stereo, above the TV, and put a CD in the player. She returned and sat on the edge of the couch. To Rhonda’s surprise, the music that came from the speakers was jazz, old jazz, not something she would expect a young girl to enjoy. A woman’s voice, sweet and soulful, filled the room.

“My dad loves jazz. It’s the only thing we really share. He started me young on this stuff, and it just stuck. And this is my favorite.”

“It’s beautiful. That singer, she sounds like an angel. Who is it?”

“Billie Holiday,” Kat replied, speaking the name as if it were that of a goddess. She took Rhonda’s hand. “You know, we’re not so different, Rhonda. I mean, I’m lonely, too. Me and Robbie, we’ve been together a long time, and I love her. She makes me laugh, and I enjoy being with her. But it’s all play. You know what I mean. It’s always a party. When I try to get serious…well…”

Kat slipped off the edge of the couch and knelt on the floor once again, and she smiled, taking Rhonda’s face in her hands. She caressed Rhonda’s cheeks, her ears, her neck.

“Let’s forget everyone and everything,” she said. “Now it’s just you and me.”

Rhonda closed her eyes. She felt Kat’s hot breath as she girl moved closer, kissing her about the throat, along her neck, and nibbling at her ear.

“Oh, Kat…” she whispered. She opened her eyes and met the girl’s mouth with her own, putting her arms around the slender young body and holding it tightly. The passionate kiss was laden with hunger, warm and wet and unrestrained. Rhonda clutched at Kat’s long black hair, and then caressed her about the shoulders, slipping the the spaghetti-straps down the girl’s arms. She felt as if she didn’t know what to do next, so caught up in the passion of the moment that she was almost delirious.

Kat’s lips pulled away from Rhonda’s thirsty mouth and moved down, kissing her everywhere there was bare flesh, and her fingers tugged at the nightgown, exposing more, exposing Rhonda’s breasts, small but round and firm, nibbling them all over, then sucking at the pink nipples, nibbling on them, grazing them with her teeth, gently biting them. And all Rhonda could do was lay back and let the girl feast upon her flesh, all the while squeezing her legs together, trying to contain the anxious tingle that was creeping up between them.

“Are you sure… you’re only fourteen?”

Kat lifted her eyes, taking her mouth from one of Rhonda’s succulent breasts, and she grinned. For the first time, her expression actually looked like that of a girl her age.

“Believe me,” she said, lying her head against Rhonda’s breast, “I wish I wasn’t.”

“And you’ve never been interested in a boy… or a man?”

“I’m curious,” Kat said, “but I’m curious about brain tumors too. It doesn’t mean I want to have one.”

Rhonda laughed as Kat returned to nibbling at her breast. She closed her eyes as the girl sucked on an engorged nipple.

“I won’t interrupt again,” Rhonda whispered. “God, you make me feel good. I could lay here all night and let you eat me up.”

“Promise? Because if you come with me to my father’s bed, I’ll take you places you’ve never been.”

*****

Rhonda got up from the toilet seat and flushed. But she wanted herself clean for Kat, so she filled the sink with warm water, added a little soap, and wiped her pussy with a wash-cloth. She let the water drain from the sink turned out the light. She opened the door and stepped out into the hallway, looking across, through Ray’s bedroom door.

Kat stood naked in the soft lamplight. Rhonda approached her, slipping out of the nightgown and letting it fall, taking her panties down and stepping out of them right into the young girl’s arms. The girl spun her around, as if they were dancing, and moved her towards the bed.

“Lie down,” Kat said, “with your arms and legs… spread out… and let me look at you… and touch you.”

Rhonda did as the teenager said. She was self-conscious, a little intimidated by the girl’s boldness, but the way Kat looked at her, with such affection, it overtook her apprehensions. As she lay completely open and vulnerable, totally submissive, the beautiful young mulatto girl crept onto the bed, coming to knealing position between Rhonda’s outspread legs.

“You’re a real blonde,” Kat said. “I knew you would be. It’s such a pretty pussy.”

Kat reached her fingers to the fluffy tuft of blonde hair at the base of Rhonda’s belly. She stroked the hair and allowed her fingertips to trail down to the pink lips below. She pulled them away then, sitting up straight, her hands on Rhonda’s thighs.

“Do you ever play with yourself, Rhonda?”

“Yes.”

“A lot?”

“Almost every night.”

“Does it get you off?”

“It’s the only thing that does.”

“Will you masturbate for me?”

“If you’ll do the same for me.”

Kat raised up, on her knees and stroked her smooth brown skin, cupping her little breasts and moving further down, enjoying the intensity of Rhonda’s gaze upon her body, and she watched Rhonda move her hands down along her own flat tummy, finally reaching their destination, rubbing against the pink lips and spreading them like the petals of a flower. Kat spread the dark petals of her own flower, exposing the pink inside, and Rhonda watched with great excitement as the girl began to play with her own clitoris. Rhonda found hers, already so swollen, her pussy already so hot and wet.

“Oh, Rhonda, it makes me hot watching you. Does it make you hot watching me?”

“You know… you know it does,” Rhonda replied, beginning to breathe faster as her excitement grew. “I’ve never done this… in front of anyone.”

“Have you ever had… had your pussy eaten?”

“Ye-es, I have.”

“Was it good?”

“Ye-es.”

“Did you come?”

“No.”

Kat took her hands from her body and grasped Rhonda’s thighs, lowering herself, moving her legs behind her and lying on her stomach. She moved Rhonda’s arms to her sides and brought her mouth to the woman’s pink pussy lips, kissing them lightly, allowing her tongue to slip out of her mouth and lick the slit from bottom to top. She tucked her fingers in the tuft of blonde hair and pressed her thumb to Rhonda’s clit, rubbing it gently as she licked the pussy up and down. Then, as her tongue made a downward stroke, it moved even further down, flicking at Rhonda’s puckered asshole, and the woman gasped, her legs twitching.

“Oh, Kat… oh, yes…” Rhonda moaned, the girl’s stimulation of her clit and her anus at the same time making her so excited that she was ready to jump out of her skin. “Oh, yes, keep licking right there,” she said, and she moaned and gasped and curled her toes, feeling nothing but pleasure. Her hand reached out and pet the girl’s head, and held it there.

Just as her asshole was beginning to numb itself to the girl’s touch, Kat left it and licked her way up to the clit, where she opened her mouth over the swollen nubbin and began to wiggle her tongue against it. Rhonda’s thighs quivered and she brought her hands to her own breasts, cupping them, pinching the nipples hard. She rose up, tilting her head back, her eyes rolling, her moans becoming whimpers. Never before had she enjoyed anything with such abandon, with such total delight. She was no longer Rhonda. She was in a place where her name and all that went with it no longer mattered, like a woman lost in an island paradise, marooned there by a storm, being pleasured by a young, dark-skinned native girl who was sensuous beyond her years. Lost, yes! Not just lost, but losing herself and all of her inhibitions, forgetting everything she had ever been taught or forced to believe…

Kat’s agile tongue was moving against her clitoris as if guided by the woman’s every movement, and Rhonda was sure that she was going to come any second, but she would not go over the edge. Every time she felt that she was at the top, that her pleasure could climb no further, it did, and she was moaning and gasping and reaching out with her entire being, reaching out with her legs and feet, digging her toes into the mattress, and her arms, one hand grasping the back of her young lover’s head, the other tugging at the sheet at her side, her nails digging into the fabric. With every wave of pleasure, she lifted her buttocks off the bed, sure it was coming, sure it was going to end, and she thought she was going to go crazy if it didn’t happen soon. And then, quite suddenly, it did…

With Kat’s head pinned between her thighs and her back arched, lifting her off the bed, she lost it, crying out with total abandon. Kat nibbled at the clit, her face wet with Rhonda’s juices as all tension and frustration left the woman’s body. Inside Rhonda’s closed eyes, the world seemed to be flashing red and spinning, and tingles ran everywhere on her body, now glistening with perspiration in the warm bedroom. All Kat could do was hold on and enjoy the woman’s pleasure, nurturing it as if it were her own, until it was all but gone, and Rhonda collapsed to the bed beneath her, still tingling, still moaning softly as she rested there, her breasts rising and falling quickly with her breath. Kat took her mouth away then, and inched forward, resting her cheek against that fluffy tuft of blonde pussy hair.

“Wow,” she said, “that was incredible.”

“Mmm…” Rhonda responded, then laughed a little, breathlessly. “Oh, yes, it was. I’ve never… I’ve never come like that before. Not even close.”

“No?”

“I can’t believe that a fourteen-year-old girl has just given me the greatest orgasm of my entire life.”

“Believe it,” Kat smiled, “but really, it was only because you let me. Come, get up, and look at yourself in the mirror. Come see how beautiful you look.”

A full-length mirror appeared on the back of her father’s bedroom door as Kat pushed it back. She helped Rhonda, who was on trembling legs, to move in front of the mirror. She stood behind the woman and embraced her, looking over her shoulder and into the glass. Rhonda smiled at Kat’s reflection.

“I do look beautiful, don’t I?”

“Yes.”

“Here, you get in front, baby doll,” Rhonda said. “Look at yourself.”

Trading places with Kat, she held her close from behind, kissing at her cheek and ear and she looked over the young girl’s shoulder into the glass. She so admired the young girl’s dark-skinned body that it filled her with desire.

“We’re not done here, are we?” Rhonda said softly in Kat’s ear. “I mean, there’s more to be done, isn’t there?”

Kat took Rhonda’s hands from her flat brown tummy and moved them up against her budding breasts, her eyes half-closing as Rhonda caressed her stiff nipples. She then took one of those hands and moved it lower, brushed it past her own fluffy tuft of pubic hair, and pressed the fingers against her own wet pussy, a smile spreading across her full lips as Rhonda responded stroking her lips, exploring the folds of her wet young, pubescent pussy.

“Oh, we are far from done,” Kat whispered.

“Kat,” Rhonda said, “I think I’m falling in love…with…”

“Me, too,” Kat said, and she turned her head, meeting the petite older woman’s mouth with her own.

Continue on to Part Three