Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By Michelle

I awoke the next morning after having the most wonderful dreams. For once my dreams did not include Tiffany, but Erin. I felt a little guilty about that since most of my erotic dreams had been featuring Tiffany and myself. But since meeting Erin last night, I could not get her image out of my head.

Now waking up and feeling a little horny, I began to picture little Erin lying in my bed next to me. Of me kissing her little lips and stroking her blonde hair while staring into her green eyes. Holding her naked body to mine.

My hand slipped down to my panties and I began to trace lazy circles around my lips through the fabric. I closed my eyes and slipped a finger inside. My pussy was soaked already. I began to lightly flick my clit while thinking of Erin. My breath grew deeper as I let my mind and body be carried away on waves of pleasure. I was nearing an orgasm when my doorbell rang…

“Shit!” I said to no one in particular, and pulled my hand away. I jumped out of bed looking at the clock. It was 8:30 in the morning, my panties were soaking wet, my nipples erect, and the room smelled like pussy.

I grabbed a long t-shirt and pulled in over my head as I walked down the stairs to the door. I looked out the peephole and to my surprise, saw Erin standing there. Not Erin and Tiffany, only Erin.

“Hello Erin,” I said as I opened the door. “Where’s Tiffany?”

“She’s not home. When I went to her house, she said her mom wanted her to go run errands with her today and they just left. But I was kinda bored and wondered if I could help you out today. We did say we were coming over to help you.” Erin said.

I looked down at her, my God she was so adorable. Here I was horny as hell, panties soaked, with a cute little girl standing in my doorway. Alarms were going off in my head. My mind was telling me just to send her home, that we could do this some other time when Tiff was here…

“Sure, sweetie, come on in.” I said.

She walked in and I closed the door behind her. She was wearing the same short jeans skirt and a light blue t-shirt today. I was very curious as to what she had on under the skirt. Yesterday when we met I caught a glimpse under her skirt and it looked like she had on some black shorts. I was hoping to get another peek under there today.

“Would you like something to drink, Erin?” I asked.

“Yes, please.” she answered.

I walked into the kitchen and she followed. “I’ve got soda, water, milk, or grape juice. What would you like, dear?”

“I’ll have some water.” she answered.

I poured her a glass and handed it to her. As our fingers met I felt that same electricity I felt yesterday.

“What would you like me to do?” she asked.

About a thousand answers flew through my mind when I considered what I would like her to do, but I simply replied, “ Sweetie, it’s very early, it’s Saturday, and I’m not going to have you do any chores. I feel kinda lazy today. Why don’t we sit together on the couch and just chat? How would you like that?”

She shrugged her shoulders, smiled in the cutest way, and said “Okay.”

I sat on one end of the couch, drawing my knees up under me. She sat on the other side turned slightly to face me. We chatted about the usual things. School, she didn’t like it because she was shy and did not have many friends. Siblings, she had two sisters, one older and one younger. She had to share a room with her younger sister that was seven. She said she didn’t like it because her sister snored. That brought out a round of giggles from us both.

As we sat and chatted, I found myself growing more attracted to her. She was adorable and beautiful. But where my attraction to Tiffany was a physical one, my attraction to Erin was not only physical but emotional as well. This little girl was making me aware that there was something missing in my life.

Not to mention that I was very aroused. I had been very close to an orgasm when she had knocked on my door almost an hour ago, and my feelings had not diminished, but grown stronger.

I knew my panties were still damp and the scent of my excitement was drifting up. I thought Erin might be able to detect the scent in the air. I could see her cute little nostrils flare slightly every once in a while as we talked. By this time she had turned and we were both sitting cross legged on the couch facing each other. I now caught a glimpse under her skirt. She was not wearing the black shorts she had on under them yesterday, but a pair of white cotton panties. I smiled inwardly at the sight. The way they hugged her tiny peach. I felt another wave of emotion, and arousal, course through my body. My God… how I wanted this girl!

I leaned over to her and placed my hands on her little knees. “Erin, I’m so happy you came by today. You’re such a sweet girl and a very good conversationalist.”

She smiled back and blushed, “I’m glad I did too! Tiffany was right, you are a cool lady.”

It was my turn to blush now. “Why thank you, sweetie, that was a nice thing to say. You are welcome to come over anytime and visit, with or without Tiffany. I really am enjoying your company.”

Her eyes lit up in the cutest way. “Do you mean it? Can I really come over anytime I want?”

I smiled. “Of course Erin, anytime. Hey, would you like to see the rest of the condo? If you are going to be helping Tiffany with chores I should show you around.” I swung my legs out and got up off the couch. I thought I saw her steal a glance at my panties as I did this and smiled to myself.

“Sure,” she said and jumped of the couch to join me.

“Okay, my dear, I’ll give you the grand tour,” I said as I presented my arm to her. She hooked hers in mine and giggled.

“You’re already seen the living room and kitchen,” I said as I led her around the area. I pointed to my right, “This is the downstairs bathroom, I use it when I have to pee so bad I can’t make it upstairs.” She giggled at that. “If you’ll follow me upstairs, I’ll show you the rest of the place.”

We climbed up the stairs. Using my best tour guide voice, I said, “This is my upstairs bathroom and over here is my spare bedroom. I keep my computer and other odds and ends in here.”

“Oooo, how nice,” she said, nodding and smiling, trying to mimic a tourist. We both laughed hard and fell against each other giggling. “Now over here we have the master bedroom,” I said as I led her inside.

She looked around. “Wow, it’s so big. I wish my room was this big. And your bed looks so comfy. But it’s not made.” She put her hands on her hips and gave me a scolding look. “You should always make your bed,” she said, giggling.

“Well, young lady, since I was sleeping when you woke me up and didn’t have time to do it before rushing downstairs to answer the door for you, why don’t you make it for me?” I asked.

She jumped over and began to make the bed. I stood and watched this little angel work, my body trembling as she did. I was totally aroused now, watching her pull my sheets and blankets around. I wanted to grab her and throw her down on the bed and make love to her at that moment.

She turned around after finishing, “Now isn’t that better?” she asked.

“Oh yes, you did a wonderful job,” I replied.

With that she jumped up on the bed and laid down on her back with her knees bent. “Wow, it’s comfy!” she exclaimed and began to bounce up and down. I caught another glimpse of her panties as she did this.

I was on fire at this point. Here was a little girl I had met the day before and had been fantasizing about ever since, bouncing around on my bed flashing her panties. My mind was racing with the possibilities.

I shook my head slightly to snap out of the erotic thoughts running through my head. “Now, sweetie, you’re going to mess up the bed you just made if you keep that up,” I said. She just giggled. The sound was like music to my ears. “But… it does look like fun.”

With that I jumped on the bed , landing on my back, and began to bounce around too. She giggled and laughed and began bouncing around faster. Soon we were both giggling and laughing like a couple kids. Well, one of us was a kid, I only felt like one again.

“Tickle fight!” she yelled and begin to tickle me under my arms. I responded by tickling under her arms and sides. We began to roll around on the bed tickling each other, our bare legs touching each other’s.

I rolled on top of her, straddling her thighs and began to tickle her sides. Her shirt had slid up, exposing her bare belly. She pulled her arms up, crossing them over her chest and tossed her head back and forth, side to side, giggling incessantly. She was trying to kick her legs around, but it only resulted in pushing her thighs closer to my crotch.

I decided to let her win, and rolled off and on my back. She was on top of me instantly as we traded positions. She was now straddling my legs and tickling my sides. My shirt had not ridden up as far as hers, but my panties were exposed. I crossed my arms over my chest as she had done, covering my erect nipples. We were both laughing hard.

I had totally given myself to the moment and was in a state pure bliss. Every nerve in my body felt like it was going to explode. My pussy was on fire with hers so close to mine. I’m sure if I touched my clit, or if her sweet peach made contact with mine, I would have had an orgasm at that instant.

“S-stop!” I stammered. “I Give up, please no more, I’ll wet my panties!” With that, she laughed loud and rolled off and lay on her back next to me.

We lay there together, my arm around her. We were both breathing heavily, I from the sexual excitement, and she from the exertion of the play. Or maybe something else. Was she feeling some of the same feelings I was?

I glanced down at her chest. Her tiny nipples were poking the fabric of her t shirt. As our breathing grew more regular and relaxed I felt myself drifting away. My scent of arousal had filled the room like an intoxicating nectar. I’m quite sure she could smell it. She snuggled up close to me and we lay there holding each other quietly. She turned her head and looked up at me, smiling. I smiled back. I wanted to lean in for a kiss but I did not feel the time was right yet. Besides, just lying here snuggled together was wholly satisfying.

We drifted off to sleep together in each other’s arms.

After a while we woke. We had slept for almost an hour. She looked over at the clock and said her mom wanted her home soon.

We got up and went downstairs. “I had fun today, I’ll see you soon,” she said, smiling, and began to walk towards the door. Then she turned quickly, ran back and hugged me close. “I like you,” she said blushing.

I leaned down and kissed her forehead. “I like you too,” I said with so much emotion I thought my voice would crack.

She scampered off and out the door flashing her cute smile and waving. I stood there like a statue for a long moment, trembling. I climbed up the stairs and collapsed on my bed again. I could smell her on my sheets and pillow. My mind raced back to the “tickle fight” we had. The images of her white panties flashing in my mind. Of her cute face. Of her long blond hair. Her sweet smile, her tiny nipples poking through her t-shirt.

I slipped my panties off and began to play with myself. I came almost instantly. I lay there basking in the afterglow thinking about Erin. About how much I wanted to be with her.

Only a few hours together and I felt like I was falling in love with her.

******

I saw Erin off and on over the next couple weeks. But Erin had yet to stop by alone again. She and Tiffany would stop by and do housework for me, wash my car, or just hang out. The times they were over were fun. Every once in a while during their visits I would catch Erin stealing a glance at my chest. I always made sure to wear the tightest shirts I could find, with no bra. My nipples were almost always erect. Or I would catch her giving me a flirtatious smile, at least that’s how I interpreted it, when Tiffany wasn’t looking. Of course I would return the smile and give her a wink. She would blush and turn away smiling.

I was in a state of constant arousal when the girls were over. Tiffany may have kindled my desire for little girls, but it was Erin that was fueling the fire now burning in my heart and soul. I wanted her to come over alone. I was not sure I could trust myself, but part of me no longer cared. I had been alone for so long now and she had brought something into my life I was missing.

******

It was late afternoon one Saturday. I was sitting on the deck sipping a glass of wine reading a book when I heard my doorbell ring. I placed the novel aside and got up. It was a warm pleasant day and I was dressed accordingly, shorts and a tank top.

I walked through living room and peeked out the window. My heart leapt, there was Erin standing at the door, alone!

I opened the door and Erin burst in. “Hi Susan!” she said excitedly and threw her arms around me, hugging me tightly. Her head nestled on my breasts.

“Hi back, sweetie! And how’s my little princess today?” I asked, innocently kissing the top of her head.

“Oh, just super. I stopped by Tiffany’s and she wasn’t home, so I decided to come visit you. You don’t mind, do you?” she asked.

I had been waiting for this for a couple weeks now, and my heart was racing. She was wearing a cute little white tank top and a pair of yellow shorts that came to the middle of her thighs. “Of course not, angel, I’m glad you stopped by. Can you stay long?” I asked.

She tilted her head to the side, “As long as I want. My mom is gone and Terri (her older sister) is watching Jamie (her younger sister). She told me I was being a pest and I should go out and play. Sooooooo, here I am!”

I smiled back at her. “Wonderful, sweetheart. Would you care for a drink?” I asked.

“What are you drinking?” she said. I was holding my wine glass which was half full.

“Well, I’m having wine, but I can get you some grape juice and put it in a wine glass so you can pretend you’re having some too. Would you like that?” I asked as we walked into the kitchen.

“Oh lovely, that would be great!” She was beaming.

I filled her glass with juice and topped mine off with some more Merlot. “Come join me on the deck, Erin, and lets enjoy the afternoon together,” I said as I took her warm hand in mine.

We sat in chairs on the deck, me sipping my wine and she her grape juice. We caught up since her last visit. She was tired of her older sister watching her while her mom worked. “She treats me like a baby!“ She was tired of sharing a room with her younger sister. “Her snoring is getting worse!” She was glad school was out. “Everyone there is a jerk!” She was kind of sad because Tiffany was going away to summer camp next week and she would not have anyone to hang out with. “What am I gonna do all summer?” she said.

I placed my hand on her knee and leaned in closer. “I said you can come over and visit me anytime you want, after work, on the weekends, whenever. I know I’m not your age, Erin, but I enjoy your company and I hope you enjoy mine. That is if you don’t mind hanging out with an older lady.”

She blushed and I saw little tears well in her eyes. “Do you mean it? I can really hang out with you? Oh Susan, I’m so happy!” She leaned forward to hug me, and in the process, spilled the rest of her juice on the bottom of her shorts.

“Oh, poop!” she exclaimed. I giggled at her expletive. “Now I’ve done it. These are new and Mom’s gonna be so mad. I guess I better get home so I can wash them,” she said as she stood up to leave.

“Oh sweetie, that will stain if you don’t get them in the wash soon, but there is no reason for you to leave, I can wash them for you.” I said.

“Can you really? You don’t mind?” she asked.

“Yes Erin, it’s not a problem. But I’m afraid I don’t have any shorts that will fit you, so if you don’t mind running around in your panties for a while, I’ll get them in the wash right away.”

She blushed. I blushed too at the thought of her wearing only panties and her tank top. “Okay. But we can’t sit out here anymore. I don’t want anyone peeking at me,” she said.

We went inside. “Okay, get out of those shorts, young lady!” I said.

She giggled and ran into the bathroom closing the door. My mind was spinning. What was I thinking? The wine had definitely reached my head. I had just basically told her to strip to her panties and tank top, and she was in the bathroom doing that right now. Just be good, I told myself. You can handle it. I kept repeating this in my head like a mantra. I closed my eyes and waited.

The door opened and Erin came out. She was holding her shorts out in front of her. “I rinsed them out a little, but the stain is still there.”

I took them, glancing down at her. Her panties were white with little flowers on them. They looked a little small and absolutely adorable! I made eye contact with her. “I’ll put some stain remover on them, honey, they should be good as new,” I said, opening the laundry closet. She watched me squirt the stain remover on them and toss them in the washer. I turned it on and closed the door.

We walked back to the living room together, my eyes glued to her little bottom swaying back and forth in front of me. “Well, it could be worse. You could have got some on your panties too. Then they would be in the wash too, and you’d have to run around here with that cute little bottom of yours all bare,” I said, smiling at the visual.

She giggled, blushed, and then looked down at her panties. “I didn’t get any on them, did I?” she asked.

I knelt down and looked intently at the front of her panties. They were hugging her sweet little peach nicely, outlining the sides of her little lips and the cleft in the middle. My face was just a foot away from the object of my desire. My heart was pounding. I was flushed and I’m sure my face was red. My pussy was dripping with desire.

“Well, did I?” she asked.

“N-no, sweetie, they l-look… fine. Um, turn around and I’ll check the back,” I said in a shaky voice.

She turned slowly and bent slightly to present me with her bottom. Her panties were so snug and fit her little butt tightly. The legs of her panties had crept up and the bottoms of her cheeks were showing. I could make out the dark line between her cheeks as it traveled upwards. The waistband just barely covering the top of her tiny crack. With a shaking hand I reached out, wanting to caress her perfect rear. I let my finger gently brush her panty-covered cheek and felt a searing heat in my pussy, like fire. I shuddered, pulling my hand away.

I gave a deep sigh. “N-no Erin, nothing back here either,” I said quietly.

She turned back to face me. Her face was a little flushed too. Her tiny nipples were now visible as they poked against her tank top.

I began to stand up, and felt my legs shake and knees grow weak. I was feeling dizzy. “I feel lightheaded Erin, I need to sit down,” I said as I stumbled to the couch.

As I sat down on the couch, Erin came and stood before me. She looked at me with concern. “Are you alright, Susan?” she asked.

“Yes dear, I’ll be fine. I just felt a little dizzy, that’s all. Can you go get me a glass of water, please?”

She nodded her head and ran off to the kitchen, her little bottom bouncing, to get me water. I placed my head between my thighs to restore the blood to my head. I was thinking about how close I came to grabbing her little cheek in my hand. How would she have reacted?

I heard her approach and looked up as she stood in front of me. I let my gaze travel from her cute little feet, up her slender legs, to the crotch of her panties. I took a long moment to gaze at that precious mound, trying to imagine what it would look like bare. I continued to raise my head, I looked at her tiny nipples poking though her tank top. I finally made eye contact.

“Here you go, Susan,” she said, handing me the water.

I took the glass from her and drank deeply, then placed it on the end table. “Thank you Erin, I feel better now.”

She sighed. “Whew, you kinda scared me, Susan. I’m glad you’re alright now.”

She stared at me intently and I back at her. Our eyes were locked into each other’s. She smiled mischievously and said, “Can I ask you something?”

I nodded my head, “Sure. Anything, sweetheart.”

Then, as if floodgates had opened, she was all questions…

“How come you don’t have a boyfriend?” she asked.

“I don’t want one.”

“How come you’re not married?”

“Well, you have to have a boyfriend first, and since I don’t want one, that’s why.”

“Why don’t you want a boyfriend?”

“I’m just not interested in men.”

“Why?”

“I’m just not. I don’t really care for their company.”

“Boys are yucky.”

“Yes they are Erin, and so are men.” “

Are you a…” She paused, thinking about what she was going to say, “um… lesbian?”

“Where did you learn about lesbians?”

“School, TV, movies. Are you?”

I sat there a moment, thinking about what I would say to her. What would she do if I told her? Would she stop coming over, would she tell her mom, sisters, Tiffany?

I sighed deeply and said, “Yes, Erin. I am a lesbian. I like girls and not men. I think I have most of my life. Are you okay with that?”

She leaned in and hugged me. “I don’t care, you are a nice lady and I like you.” she said.

That simple statement from her, the utter honesty I heard in her voice, the matter-of-fact way she said it had me on the verge of tears.

I hugged her back, drawing her up on my lap. “I’m so glad you feel that way, Erin,” my voice cracked with emotion. “I was afraid you would stop coming over if I told you.”

We looked into each other’s eyes for the longest moment. She broke the silence asking, “Do you like me?”

I smiled and said, “Erin, you know I do.”

“That’s not what I meant,” she said. “I um… mean… um, do you like me, um, like a um… you know…” Her voice trailed off.

“Do you mean do I like you like a… girlfriend?” I asked.

She turned her head blushing. “Yeah, like a girlfriend,” she said quietly.

I did not know what to say. Events were running out of control. I was on a slippery slope and there was no way back. Here she was sitting on my lap in her panties and a thin tank top, looking in my eyes, waiting for an answer.

I swallowed hard. My pulse racing. Every nerve in my body on fire. The warmth of her body next to mine. The feelings of arousal and yearning in my body were too much to bear. I moved my hands to her shoulders and looked her in the eyes. “Yes, Erin, I like you like a girlfriend. In fact, I think, I-I-I think I love you.”

There, I said it. There was no turning back now. She looked at me deeply for such a young girl. She smiled that cute smile of hers and said. “ I love you too, Susan.”

Words cannot express what I felt at that moment. I was on a euphoric high that was indescribable. It was like a huge weight had been lifted off my chest and I could breathe again. I felt tears well in my eyes, saw tears in Erin’s too.

I moved my hands from her shoulders to the sides of her face, ran my fingers through her hair, and drew her face close to mine, our lips brushed together and met.

We kissed.

Our lips pressed softly together. A sweet gentle kiss. A kiss full of mutual love. It felt like it lasted for an eternity.

I slowly parted my lips and my tongue entered her mouth. She responded. Awkwardly at first, but then following my lead, our tongues began to dance together ever so softly. I caressed the sides of her face gently as our kiss grew more intense and full of passion.

After what seemed like a lifetime I broke the kiss and pulled back. We looked deeply into each other’s eyes. She was trembling, as was I. “Are you okay, Erin?” I asked, my voice cracking with emotion.

“I feel all tingly all over,” was her response.

“I do too, sweetheart, I do too.” I took her hand in mine and kissed it gently. “Erin, we need to talk about this.” I said. “This is really important. Do you understand?” She nodded.

“Erin, you know I love you and I do not want to hurt you. That tingly feeling we both have right now is because we are both sexually aroused. That happens when two people care about each other and kiss like we just did. Understand?” Another nod yes.

“Okay. But I am a grown woman and you are still a little girl. People would not understand the way we are feeling right now. And I could get into a lot of trouble and go to jail if anyone found out about this. Understand?”

She nodded. “Yes, Susan, I do understand. I don’t want you to get into trouble and go away.” She seemed on the verge of tears. “I promise I will not tell anyone about this, ever!”

I hugged her close and held her against me for the longest time. The feeling of having her on my lap held so close had me on the verge of an orgasm. Well, maybe not an orgasm. I can’t explain what I was feeling. I was in a heightened state of arousal like I had never felt before. I was happy and content to just remain as we were, holding each other and feeling the electricity flow back and forth though us. I was caressing her hair, her face, her arms, her legs. I think I was consciously avoiding touching her anyplace else. For some reason I did not want to take the next step, knowing that would come soon enough. I subconsciously knew I needed to give this little angel time to digest all that had happened this afternoon.

I leaned down and kissed her softly on the lips, a quick loving kiss. She smiled gently.

We sat together like that for quite sometime. Just holding each other. We would kiss a little. Caress each other, and kiss more. I felt at peace with myself. I felt an empty space in my heart had been filled, at long last. We began to doze off when the washing machine sounded and broke the silence.

“I think your shorts are ready for the dryer now, Erin,” I said.

She sighed lazily and pulled herself off my lap. We walked together to the laundry closet and I pulled out her wet shorts. “Look Erin, the stain did come out.” I tossed them in the dryer and turned it on, closing the door.

I took her hand and led her back to the couch, and she was on my lap again in an instant. We sat there looking at each other. Holding each other, caressing each other, kissing each other. Basking in the glow of our new feelings for each other.

Soon, her shorts were dry and she had put them on and was ready to leave. We hugged and kissed one last time before she went home. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Susan.” she said.

“And I’ll see you too,” I replied. She waved goodbye and walked out the door.

I watched mesmerized as she left. I dropped to my knees and broke down in tears of joy.

I lay on the floor holding myself, crying.

I was totally and helplessly in love.

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