Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By Cassandra Blue

The mirror tells all. In the proper light, studied closely, it can detect the smallest blemish. It is, after all, a relection of what it sees. What Rhonda saw on her face when Kat had directed her to the mirror was a true smile, driven by real happiness. And her color, not just the color in her face but everywhere on her body, was a rosy flush that made her look so young, so radiant, a flush of excitement that a wonderful orgasm had imbued. She was completely taken over by it, and the night was young, and the snow continued to fall, and as long as it continued to fall so heavily, this place was her home, and her newfound lover was all she needed in the world.

It was so strange, and yet so familiar at the same time, fondling a beautiful young girl. To play with Kat’s nipple, to stroke Kat’s moist petals, it was all good, but it did not feel like Rhonda’s own nipple or her own wet pussy. There was a detachment. When you touched your own, the touch and the response were all in one. It must have been the same for a gay man, touching another man’s penis. But there was a way past it, a way past that wall between your own flesh and the flesh of another, something Rhonda had never felt with a man. It was affection, complete and total affection.

Looking at Kat’s dark young body in the mirror, exploring that body with her hands, holding that wonderful, perfect body close against herself, she felt as if they had become one person, for she could feel Kat’s every movement and hear her every breath, every gasp and moan. She knew what Kat was feeling, and that excited her to the point that she could feel it herself. And she adored Kat. Within five or six hours the black-clothed, rebellious teen who had never been much more than sassy and rude to Rhonda before this night had become a friend, a confidante, and a lover. Her strength and wisdom were beyond her years, but the young girl showed through. As Rhonda touched her, there was something of a little girl in Kat, in her voice, in her movements…

“Oh, Rhonda, take me to the bed before I fall down,” the young girl said. “I’m all weak in the knees…”

Rhonda led Kat to the bed and the slender mulatto lay back, pulling two pillows behind her head, and beckoning Rhonda close by her side. It was now, closer to the lamp, and more directly under its light, that the fourteen-year-old looked her age. In her eyes there appeared a bit of shyness that Rhonda had not seen before. There was a quiver to the girl’s lower lip, a showing of nervousness or emotion. Most of all, it was her smooth, fine soft flesh, unburdened by age or years of stress, that told the story. Touching her was touching a child, and that caught Rhonda right in the gut. For the first time in the night, she was realizing that her lover was a child, masked by a spirit and intelligence and boldness that had allowed Rhonda to see her as something else. The only question Rhonda had to ask herself was…

“Am I doing the right thing, Kat?” she asked the girl, as her fingertips danced across the smooth young breasts. “I need to know. I mean, you are everything I’ve ever fantasized about, and this night is the best thing that’s ever happened to me, but…”

“But you’re scared…”

“No, not scared,” Rhonda said. “I’m worried.”

“Why?”

“Because you’re just a girl.”

“‘Just a girl’?” Kat repeated, a hint of coldness creeping into her voice.

“‘Just’ is a bad word. You’re only… no, that’s bad too.” Rhonda searched for the right words, feeling uneasy until she heard Kat chuckle.

“Words are tricky, aren’t they, Rhonda?”

“Yes.”

“I know what you’re worried about, and you don’t have to be. No one will ever know. You won’t get in any trouble.”

“No,” Rhonda said. “I’m not worried about me. I’m worried about you. All of this is such adult stuff, and we both know how old you are. I just want to make sure you’re okay.”

“Rhonda,” Kat said, reaching to the woman’s face and stroking her cheek, “I’ve been attracted to you since the beginning. I’ve thought about what would happen if somehow, some day, I would end up making love with you. I never expected it to really happen, but it did. I seduced you, Rhonda, and you responded just as I hoped you would… better than I hoped you would, and the only thing that worries me is… now that this has happened, I feel so close to you… and like you started to say… I’m starting to fall in… no, not starting, I’m in love with you, and I don’t want this to be just some weekend that you carry in your heart. I want it to go on. But we live in the real world, right? So how…” the girl began to shed tears, and she cried, “how can it go on?”

Rhonda pulled Kat close, and they held onto each other, their arms completely embracing, their hands clutching. For a moment, that world outside became as cold and harsh as the winter storm, its gusting wind and frosty grasp reaching in. Together, they were in a warm place, the warmest of places, one another’s arms, and it all felt good and right. But the world had its rules and it enforced them with a heartlessness and lack of compassion that went beyond cruelty. It wasn’t just the law, but people, people who thought they always knew what was best for everyone else.

It was all a bunch of shit, designed so cleverly that it seemed like a well-oiled machine. But where was the heart? There was no heart, and that was why Kat cried, and asked how their love could go on. Because there was a world out there that could destroy it. Rhonda was in tears, too, because she knew exactly what the girl meant. She had to say something, something that would ease both their hearts, and the words came.

“Kat, I don’t know, baby,” Rhonda said. “But one thing’s for sure. I’m with you and I want to be with you. And I hope this goes on for as long as it can, but it might not. I mean, how do I know that you won’t get tired of this old woman lying on the bed with you. You could find a girl your own age, like Robbie but more serious, and you could drop me like a hot potato. And I could never blame you for that. That’s the thing about love, baby. People do grow apart.

“And as far as the world goes, fuck them,” Rhonda said, with an edge in her voice, her tears mingling with Kat’s tears as their cheeks rested togther. “But for right now, let’s forget about all of those people, those people who didn’t even stop when they saw me skid off into the ditch, because they’re not worth wasting another precious moment.”

Their heads pulled back and their mouths came together, and they kissed there for a long time, still holding each other so tightly that nothing could pull them apart. And there came the passion, the heat, the desire. Rhonda pulled her mouth from Kat’s feverish kiss and rolled her onto her back once again. She wiped away what was left of the tears, and she carefully lay atop the young girl, planting one last lingering kiss on her mouth before moving further down.

As Rhonda kissed Kat about the neck and back and forth across her throat, the girl spread her legs and began to grind her hips. She began to breathe heavy, and when Rhonda grasped the girl’s wrists firmly, spread her arms out and pinned them to the bed, the girl gasped.

“Getting… rough… are we…?” Kat said breathlessly.

“I’m taking you over,” Rhonda said. “I’ve always wanted to hold somebody down and totally take over. I just want to lick you all over, you beautiful thing. You look like you’ve been dipped in honey.”

“Lick it…lick it all off.”

Rhonda began to devour the sweet young body with her lips and tongue, and Kat wriggled and trembled with delight, giving off sweet, soft sounds of pleasure. She came to the girl’s small breasts and nibbled them all over, each of them, before taking one of those stiff brown nipples between her lips and sucking. Kat responded by grinding harder, and Rhonda could feel the wetness of the girl’s pussy as it pressed against her lower belly. Kat’s legs were wrapped around the woman, holding her tightly, her toes digging into the woman’s buttocks.

The small breasts were so perfect, the large stiff nipples so succulent, that Rhonda wanted to suck and nibble on them forever. It was all so new to her, she wanted to do everything, taste everything, explore everything, but do it slowly, like she was savouring a gourmet meal. If not for Kat’s eager anticipation of the main course, Rhonda might have stayed at the girl’s breasts forever. So she lowered herself once more, and began to nibble all over the smooth, flat brown tummy. Oh, Kat’s body was like honey all right, and she was going to get every drop.

When Rhonda arrived at the girl’s pussy, she skirted around it. Those wonderful thighs needed tasting, and as she nibbled all over the insides of them, the girl went taut, her legs quivering, and with a cry that told it all, the girl came from sheer excitement, her entire body spasming. Without a pause, Rhonda pressed her mouth to the juicy petals of Kat’s inflamed pussy, tasting the flower’s flowing nectar. She avoided the clitoris as the girl settled down, and she nibbled all about the lips, the smooth flesh to either side, allowing the girl to recover before going on.

When the girl placed her hand on the back of Rhonda’s head, she took the signal and began to lick the girl’s swollen clit. This made the girl begin to grind again, and a new ascent began as the woman went slow and gentle, once again savouring the tender entree before her. She stopped licking for a moment to spread those dark lips and look at the pink inside. It was such a light pink, so fresh and young and beautiful. She stuck her tongue in the hole, working it gently in and out, and the girl responded with one sweet moan after another. Rhonda returned to the clit, and found herself so excited that she had to reach down and touch her own pussy as she ate the girl.

“Oh, yeah…” the girl sighed, “…just like that.”

Whatever she was doing, Rhonda kept doing it, sort of moving her tongue in a circle, teasingly brushing against against the clit on each stroke. Kat spread her legs further apart, pointing her toes, raeching out with them, the muscles in her shapely young legs flexing and relaxing alternately, and her fingers stroked Rhonda’s blonde hair. She did not grind so urgently now. It was more like a sensual slow-dance, her hips moving as much from side to side as up and down. It was such a relaxed rhythm, and Rhonda realized how much better it was that way. She was accustomed to going quickly, the preference of most men, but the girl, having already come once, was in no rush for another. The first had been a rush of pent-up desire, and now was the time to lay back and enjoy.

Rhonda eased up on rubbing her own clit. God, why did the whole world seem to be in a rush all the time? It seemed like the only time they weren’t in a rush was when they got old. Then they slowed down. Then they stopped to smell the flowers, smile at the babies, pet the dogs. Rhonda had found herself behind them while driving and been aggravated by their lack of haste. Why? Did she really need to get where she was going that quickly? How much time would really be wasted by slowing down? Here were people with not as much time left for this world, and they were not racing to get where they were going.

Of all times, the time spent making love should not be given to haste. And Rhonda was truly enjoying licking her young lover’s pussy, much more than she had anticipated. Hell, the few men she had known who had even gone down on her had not gone down there for long. She had to admit that one of them had given a valiant effort at trying to making her come, however to no avail. For Kat, it hadn’t taken long at all, making the woman come.

Now Kat was the one on her back and taking the pleasure, and she knew how to do it, how to draw it out, let it build like the pressure inside a steam-cooker. Her little dance picked up tempo and Rhonda began licking faster.

“Suck on it,” Kat said. “Suck it now…”

Rhonda wrapped her lips around the clitoris, hood and all and began to suck, feeling the girl’s body come off the bed. She felt her own clit swell, and began to rub it feverishly, so aroused she was by the girl’s excitement. And as the girl’s moans grew more intense, Rhonda hung on the edge. The idea of getting a girl off with her tongue, something she had fantasized about for more than twenty years, was close to becoming a reality. Both of them were hanging on the edge, and then…

Kat squealed, a high-pitched little girl squeal followed by a gasp as she seized, her body stiffening, pressed against Rhonda’s sucking mouth. And at that point, so excited that she could not contain herself, Rhonda went off as well, her cries muffled by the girl’s wet, grinding pussy as well as her angelic little girl cries.

As both came back to earth, they lay there, just as they were, very relaxed and very tired. Then Rhonda crawled up alongside Kat and lay down. They covered up with the sheet and blanket and rested in each other’s arms.

“Well, how does it feel?” Kat asked her softly.

“What?”

“You’ve officially eaten a girl’s pussy.”

“It feels great. Should we really sleep here in your dad’s bed? Suppose he comes home.”

“The way it’s snowing out there, he won’t be home until late morning or afternoon. We’ll be up before then, I’m sure. But what about your car?”

“Fuck my car,” Rhonda said. “It’s probably buried in the snow by now. I don’t even want to think about it right now. All I want to think about right now is being with you. You know, I feel so good with you, so comfortable, I could fall asleep in your arms. I’ve never fallen asleep in anyone’s arms.”

“Well, another first,” Kat said. “Learning how to live tonight, aren’t you?”

“Yes,” Rhonda smiled, “I really am.” The smile faded and she moved close to the girl, kissing her passionately. “Thanks for being here tonight.”

“My pleasure.”

“I love you, Kathryn.”

“I love you, too.”

Without another word, the two settled in each other’s arms and they both dozed off in mid-caress, their faces just a few inches apart, their bodies entangled, their hearts as one.

THE END