Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By Michelle

{ This story was originally posted at Lesbian Lolita in July 2007 }

Today was the day. I was simply trembling in anticipation. She would be over anytime now. I found myself looking out the window, waiting for her to come walking up the sidewalk to my condo. My heart was aching for this day for sometime now. I felt the familiar tingle between my legs as I thought of her. Thought of her lovely green eyes, her long blond straight hair, her cute little giggle. I let my mind wander back to the events of the past couple months that had led up to this day, this special weekend we would be spending together…

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It was a hot day in late May when I first met little Erin. Yes, little Erin, ten years old. But I’m getting ahead of myself, first things first.

I was living alone as I had for sometime now. Susan, a thirty three year old single woman. I have never been married and I had lost interest in men some time ago. Actually, I don’t think I ever really had much interest in men. I never considered myself a lesbian, but I was definitely more attracted to women. That probably goes back to a time in my childhood. I was quite shy, never really having more than a couple close friends at a time. When I was younger I had brief affair with a girl. She was my age, thirteen, but it was more or less just experimentation. Just some kissing and heavy petting. I put that episode out of my mind after she moved away. But the thought of being with another girl always lingered in my mind.

I did not date much in high school or college, a couple boyfriends here and there, but I pretty much kept to myself most of the time. It’s not that was ugly or anything. I had long brown hair, a nice figure, a pretty face. I just did not care about having a relationship. After college, I focused on my career. Now here I was thirty three and alone, but wanting something more.

I had moved into this condo last summer. It was a lovely place, and the neighbors very nice. One family in particular, a young couple with a daughter, Tiffany, about eleven. She began coming over to my place soon after I moved in. There were no other kids in the complex for her to play with and I think she was lonely. She would bring me cookies that her mother had baked, ask me if I needed my car washed, chores done, things like that. She was a sweet girl and having her around was nice. I began to enjoy her company and it was nice to have some help around the house.

Now here it was, almost a year later. It was a nice spring day early in May and Tiffany stopped by. She wanted to know if I needed my car washed. I had just got out of the shower after spending a half hour with my shower massager, so I was still a little horny.

I greeted her at the door wearing a white tank top and light pink shorts, my hair still damp from the shower. She was standing at the door wearing a one piece white swimsuit and a pair of tight blue shorts over the bottoms. Her long curly hair falling about her shoulders. Her swimsuit was rather tight and her budding breasts were straining against the material. She had just began to develop a few months ago, after turning twelve in December. Her little nipples were clearly visible thru the fabric.

I felt a flush I had never felt in her company, a tingle between my legs as I stared at her little nipples. What was I feeling here? I had never looked at her like that before.

“Do you want your car washed Susan?” Tiffany said again.

Pulling my gaze away from her sweet little nipples I replied, “I’m sorry sweetheart, I was… just thinking about something. Yes, please. I would like my car washed.”

She walked inside and went to the closet to get the bucket, sponge, and soap. My eyes never left her as she walked down the hall to the closet. Her swimsuit was backless. Her back was so soft looking. Her slender legs disappearing inside her shorts, the line of the swimsuit visible under her shorts. Her little bottom swaying back and forth.

My God! I thought to myself. What am I, some kind of pervert? This little girl is making me horny.

She retrieved the supplies from the closet and walked back down the hall towards me. “Are you okay Susan? You look kinda funny,” she said.

“I’m okay sweetie. Just feeling a little hot.” I answered. Hot… I thought, yeah, I’m hot alright.

She looked at me kind of funny and went outside to my car. I looked down at my tank top and noticed my nipples were rock hard.

I stood at my window and watched her wash my car. She was getting more water on her than the car. Her white swimsuit getting wet and transparent. She had peeled off her shorts and was bent over washing the hood. The suit was too small and it was riding up her perfect little cheeks.

Oh my god, I thought as I felt my pussy begin to get wet. I watched her for a while, watched her little bottom swaying back and forth as she scrubbed my car. The perfect globes of her cheeks underneath the thin fabric of her wet suit. I imagined my hands running over her little bottom, squeezing those tiny cheeks in my hands… I shook the thought out of my mind and went to the kitchen to pour myself a glass of wine.

I was sitting at the table sipping my wine, trying to sort through these feelings I was having. These lustful thoughts about a twelve year old girl, my neighbor, when she walked in the house. “All done!” she exclaimed as she walked down the hall to put the supplies away. I stood and watched her sweet bottom as she walked down the hall. She was showing quite a bit of cheek. I began to breathe deeply, my hands trembling. I sat back down at the table and gulped the rest of the wine.

I was setting the glass down as she returned. My eyes instantly shot to the crotch of her wet suit, her little cameltoe visible through the wet fabric, the tiny lips perfectly outlined. I missed the table with my glass and it fell to the floor, breaking.

“Oh shit!” I exclaimed. “Sorry honey, I didn’t mean to swear.”

“Oh, it’s okay. I’ll get it,” she said, giggling and bent over to pick up the pieces. My pussy was now soaking my shorts as I watched her bend over, her little cheeks wet and shiny, the suit clinging to them.

I knew I could not take much more of this when a little yelp escaped her mouth. “What’s wrong, sweetie?” I asked.

“I cut my finger,” she said.

I took her soft hand in mine and looked at her finger. It was a small cut and not bleeding much. “Come on,” I said and took her into the bathroom to dress her cut.

I sat on the toilet and she stood in front of me. My eyes traveled down the length of her body and focused on her crotch. I reached over and grabbed some antiseptic and took her hand in mine. I sprayed some on her cut and placed a bandage on her finger. It was hard to concentrate with her little body so close to mine.

I was feeling tingling sensations all through my body. I kept stealing a glance at her little cameltoe, wondering what this beautiful flower would look like bare. Would it be hairless, would there be a light dusting of fur? My pussy was throbbing, my nipples erect.

Her tiny voice broke the silence, ” Did you have an accident? ” she said, giggling, pointing to my soaked shorts.

I blushed a deep red. “Oh my, it looks like I did. I must have wet myself when you cut yourself. I guess I was startled.”

She seemed to accept that excuse and smiled. She looked at her bandaged finger and began to turn and walk out, her little ass swaying back and forth. I stood and followed her.

We came into the living room, I grabbed my purse, fished out a five, and handed it to her. “Here you go, Tiff, thanks for the car wash. I’m kinda feeling funny and I need to change my shorts and take a nap.”

She took the money from my trembling hand and thanked me. She walked out the door and said she would see me tomorrow. I waved mindlessly as she closed the door behind her.

I instantly ran to my bedroom and peeled off my shorts. The musky smell of my dripping pussy filled the room. I pulled of my tank top and threw myself on the bed and parted my legs. My hand racing down to my pussy. I began to masturbate furiously. My fingers probing the slick folds of my labia. I began to rub frantic circles around my engorged clit, hard and fast. My other hand caressing my breasts, pinching my nipples. I leaned my head back and moaned loudly.

My mind was flooded with thoughts of a nude Tiffany grinding her bare pussy against mine…

Of her sweet budding breasts in my hungry mouth as I teased her nipples hard…

Of her sitting on my face as I eagerly lapped at the folds of her sweet flower, inhaling its sweet aroma…

Of my tongue probing her tiny sex, flicking her tiny clit as she shuddered with her first orgasm…

I came in waves, soaking my sheets, as these images coursed through my mind. I feel asleep shortly after having the best orgasm I had had in years.

Over the next couple weeks I saw Tiffany off and on. She would stop by and do some chores, car wash, or just chat. She was always wearing shorts or a little tank top or that lovely swimsuit. Always something that I wanted to tear off her little body, to gaze at her perfect naked form before I made sweet love to her.

I tried to keep the lustful thoughts about her out of my head, but it was not working and found myself masturbating as soon as she left. I kept picturing her nude pubescent body against mine as we made love in every imaginably way. She was fueling all my fantasies. I don’t think that girl had a clue as to what I was thinking about her.

I knew that I was sick to have these thoughts, but a part of me didn’t care anymore.

I finally accepted the fact that I was a lesbian pedophile.

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Then came the fateful day in May when I met little Erin. I was driving home from work and had pulled into the condo unit. I looked over and there was Tiffany playing with a young blonde girl. They were riding their bikes around when Tiff noticed me pulling in.

I parked my car and got out when Tiffany and her little friend rode up to me. She jumped off her bike and threw herself around me, hugging me tightly. “Hi, Susan, how was work?” she said.

“Oh, just fine.” I answered, patting her on the back.

I glanced over to her little friend sitting on her bike. She was blonde with green eyes. She was wearing a gray baseball jersey with black sleeves and a short jeans skirt. She had a waif-like quality about her and the most lovely smile. My heart skipped a beat, she was the most beautiful little girl I had ever seen.

“Who’s your little friend?” I asked.

“Oh, this is Erin, we know each other from school.”

I walked over to her and extended my hand. “Hello, Erin, I’m Susan and I’m pleased to meet you.” I felt electricity shoot though my body as our hands met.

She looked at me and smiled. “Hi Susan,” she said shyly.

We stared into each other’s eyes for several beats. Then, with great reluctance, I pulled my hand away. I looked over at Tiffany, she was wearing long blue shorts and a white tank top. Her little breast buds were pushing against the fabric.

I asked what they had been doing. Tiffany responded, “Just waiting for you to come home so we could wash your car.”

I smiled, “Tiff, you washed my car two days ago. Do you really think it needs it again so soon?”

She giggled. “Yeah, I think so. We need to earn money, we are sooooo broke.”

I laughed. “Well, Tiff. I don’t think I need a car wash right now, but I might have some chores for you to do… tomorrow. I’m very tired tonight and I need to get some rest. You can come over early since it’s Saturday and spend the day helping me. How’s that sound?”

She made a cute little pouty face and said, “Okay, but can Erin help too?”

I looked over at Erin, she smiled shyly, I smiled back and winked at her. “That would be wonderful,” I said.

I waved goodbye as I walked up the walk to my door, thinking about tomorrow…

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