Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

Marie’s Challenge and Confession

By Cheryl Taggert 

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The next day at school, Thursday, I saw Clare. She glanced my way and walked past me without saying a word. The glance was anything but friendly, but I was fine with that. Jenna had spoken to Carmen the night before. They were still friends, and that was all that mattered to me.

I had no idea what Gwen had said to her niece after they left our house. I knew it excited our private investigator that her nieces had sex with each other, but given what had happened the afternoon before, I didn’t know what Gwen would try with Clare if ever given the chance. I actually hoped they would get together. At least something positive would come out of all this mess Clare had started.

Then I remembered. Something positive had already happened as a result of Clare’s decision to blackmail me into being her sex slave. I had gotten to know my classmate Marie better. Actually, a LOT better. We had ended up masturbating in the girls’ restroom together, and she was spending the night with me the next night, Friday. She would be coming home after school with me.

We both knew exactly what we planned to do together. Well, maybe not exactly since I didn’t know if she would be okay with doing more than touching ourselves and coming. We had already masturbated together, and our conversation when I had asked her to spend the night led me to believe she was up for more, perhaps a lot more. Still, I knew that at the very least, we would be masturbating in my bed the next night.

I had asked her on Monday evening to spend the night, and we’d spoken a lot since then, but we hadn’t done more with each other sexually, though it had been a frequent topic of our conversations.

She usually got dropped off just before the first bell, so we didn’t have a chance to talk much before school. Most of our conversations had happened between classes and when we could manage to chat briefly in our math class that we shared, but that didn’t happen often. Math was one of those classes I couldn’t stop paying attention in or I would fall behind quickly.

As I said, though, she usually got dropped off late, so I was surprised when I saw her walking up to me, a big smile on her face. She was wearing a denim skirt and a Mickey Mouse T-shirt that had a picture of Mickey stepping toward the person looking at the shirt, so his foot seemed large because of the perspective. It said, “Putting My Best Foot Forward” on the front. Later, when I saw the back of the shirt, it said “And Leaving You Behind.” I told Marie I thought it was cute.

We had been chatting and walking around the area outside the entry when I made that comment about her shirt. She turned to face me, leered at me a bit, and said, “That’s not all that’s cute.”

I knew she had something going on, but I wasn’t sure what. “Whatcha mean?” I asked.

She looked around and, taking my arm, she pulled me over to this planter with little shrubs growing in it. Sometimes students would sit on the edge of the planter, which was made of bricks, and chat. She sat down on the brick wall and said, “Stand in front of me.” Suddenly, I knew what was going on.

She tried to tug her skirt up, but was having some trouble since she was sitting on the bricks. She sort of stood up a bit, hoisted her skirt while looking all around to make sure nobody could see, and showed me her pussy.

She was not wearing panties.

“I had to put a tampon in to absorb all the goo that was leaking out of me,” she said, giggling. “I shoulda done this years ago. It feels so sexy. Liberating, actually.”

What she didn’t know was how much my mouth watered seeing her like that. For one thing, she was now completely bare. She had had pubic hair before, but now she was as bald as I was. She had shaved.

I was actually very surprised she had done that. She had mentioned yesterday she was afraid to for fear of cutting herself. Yet, here she was, as bare of hair as Jenna was.

“You got up the nerve to shave?” I asked, curious about how she’d managed to talk herself into doing it.

“I’ll tell you about it sometime,” she said. “I have to say, though, it turned out to be a lot of fun.” She grinned at me, knowing I would get the full meaning of her words.

“Doing the lips is the hardest part,” I said. “It’s kinda hard to see yourself down there without a mirror, and that reverses everything, so you gotta be careful.”

“Yeah, well, like I said, I’ll tell you about it sometime.”

“Tomorrow night?”

She looked kind of strange then, and it puzzled me, especially when she said, “Eventually.”

She got up from the planter and we walked around some more. Then she said, “So, are you gonna join me or what?”

“Join you?”

“Yeah, you know. Going without panties.” I looked at her and she smiled. “And I have an idea.”

“What?” I asked.

“Be watching the clock today. At exactly 1:15, ask to go to the bathroom. That’s fifteen minutes before class ends, and teachers usually got us doing some kinda paper and pencil work by then.”

I grinned at her and she grinned back at me. This was during my English class, and I knew exactly what she had in mind. She wanted to meet up in the same bathroom and masturbate again.

“I’ll do my best,” I said. “Same restroom?”

“Of course,” she said.

At that moment the bell rang, and we entered the building.

“So, you gonna strip ’em off, or do I have to attack you and remove ’em myself?” she asked, meaning my panties, of course.

“As tempting as it is to have you take them off, I’ll do it myself,” I answered, grinning and giggling at our plan to go the entire day without panties. “Fortunately, I have a tampon in my purse.”

We entered the first girls’ restroom we came to and I went into a stall. Marie waited outside the stall, but she was watching my feet under the opening in the bottom of the door to see me peel them off. “Mmm. Virginal white cotton panties. My favorite,” she said when she saw them slipping off over my shoes. I placed my purse on the floor and took out a tampon and unwrapped it, all where she could see.

“Wanna put it in me?” I dared to ask her.

“I would, but someone could come in and notice or something. Not good,” she said, but I was encouraged by the fact she hadn’t said ‘no.’

We saw each other in math class, of course, and I managed to flash her. She sat in the next row and a seat ahead of mine, so flashing me from there was not possible without her turning around and letting everyone on my row behind me see what she was doing, so I cleared my throat at one point and went to sharpen my pencil. When I was coming back to my seat, she managed to give me a quick flash, a big smile on her face.

Later when I was in English, I was watching the clock. At exactly 1:15 I raised my hand and asked Ms. Patterson if I could go to the restroom. She said yes, and I was on my way to another wonderful session of mutual masturbation with Marie.

As I entered the bathroom, she was standing at one of the sinks, looking at the mirror and waiting for my arrival.

She put her finger to her lips in a ‘shhh’ gesture and crooked her finger at me, indicating I should follow her.

She entered a stall and then climbed up to stand on the seat. Raising her skirt, she displayed her bare pubes to my gaze. With a quick nod, she indicated I should enter the same stall, lock the cubicle’s door, and sit down on the toilet seat.

It would appear that only one person was in the stall. All we had to do was make sure we were alone in the restroom before opening the door. In three seconds, we would be outside the stall, and anyone entering would be oblivious to what had gone on moments before.

It was sheer genius.

Hiking up my skirt, I sat down, making sure my pussy was in easy view from above. I pulled the tampon out to allow my juices to flow freely and make it easier to rub myself and get off. Marie did the same, actually handing it to me to drop into the toilet. By looking straight up, I could see Marie’s pussy just inches above my face. I wondered if I could get through this without stretching my neck to lick her pussy. Then I wondered if she would even mind if I did that. I sort of doubted it, but I still wasn’t sure, so I didn’t. It wasn’t easy to refrain from doing it, though.

We masturbated and came. My eyes were glued to Marie’s pussy when she climaxed, and she would have had to close her eyes not to see mine when I reached my orgasm.

The entire time we were masturbating, nobody came into the girls’ restroom, but the moment we had finished and were about to leave the stall, someone walked into the bathroom and headed for the stall next to ours. We had to sit there while the girl peed, wiped herself, and left the stall, washing her hands on the way out. The entire process took about three minutes at least. I was starting to get antsy about returning to class. Sometimes teachers would come check on you if you took too long.

And sure enough, that’s exactly what happened. And Ms. Patterson’s timing was awful, at least for us. For her as a teacher, it was perfect.

The second we opened the stall door and were leaving the stall, the door opened, and Ms. Patterson’s face was in the room. She saw us, and what she was seeing registered immediately. She knew we had been together in the stall.

Without a word, we moved to the sinks. Looking at my face, I could see that I was flushed and sweaty from having just climaxed a few minutes ago. It was as if MASTURBATOR was written across my forehead or something.

Ms. Patterson entered the bathroom and said, “Are you okay, Cheryl?”

Turning from the sinks without washing my hands, I looked at her, knowing I looked as guilty as sin, and said, “Yeah.”

“What about you?” she asked Marie. Marie had someone else for English, so Ms. Patterson didn’t know her name.

“Fine,” said Marie. Like me, she looked as if she’d just had sex, and she still had not washed her hands.

“Girls, what’s going on? It’s obvious you two were in the same stall.”

“Nothing,” I said.

“Nothing, what?” she asked.

“Nothing’s going on,” I replied.

“Were you two doing drugs? Snorting, maybe?”

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. Drugs? Me? I was so far from the drug scene, some kids thought I was a narc or something.

The shocked look must have said more than my denials ever could, but I denied it anyway.

“No, Ma’am. I don’t do drugs!” I said.

Then Ms. Patterson looked at Marie.

“Me either,” Marie said. I looked at her and could see the same disbelief that she was being accused of this. She was probably as clean as I was when it came to drugs, and it was evident on her face, as I’m sure it was on mine.

“Then what were you two doing in the same stall? It’s kind of hard to use it at the same time. Boys might be able to, but girls have to sit no matter what they’re business is.”

“We were just talking,” I said. “You know. I peed while we talked, then she peed and we talked. We’re friends.”

“Then why did you look so guilty when I stuck my face in here and saw you?”

Marie and I looked at each other. I was so nervous my mind was a complete blank. Then Ms. Patterson stepped closer. She stood there, her hands on her hips. She was usually a nice lady, even younger than my mom was, and I liked her class.

“Besides,” she said. “You’d been gone a lot longer than it took for two girls to pee.”

“We…talked a lot?” I said, making it sound more like a question without meaning to. It sounded like the lie it was.

Then I noticed Ms. Patterson was getting this look on her face. Her brow furrowed, and she sniffed. Shit! She could smell it on us. We weren’t even wearing panties to conceal the fragrance our pussies made.

Then she looked at my hand. We hadn’t had a chance to wash our hands, and our juices were covering our fingers. We were caught, red-handed in fact, or wet-handed.

Ms. Patterson looked at us and she got this sort of sad look on her face and said, “Oh, God.” I could tell she didn’t want to catch us for that. Taking my hand, she raised it to her nose and sniffed. Usually, something like that would make me horny, but it just scared me this time. She said, “Wash up.” When we had done that, she said, “Come on,” and we followed her out of the bathroom and down the hall towards the front office. We passed Ms. Grey, who was apparently Marie’s teacher that period.

Ms. Patterson stopped to talk to Ms. Grey for a moment, but neither Marie nor I could hear what they said. It didn’t seem Ms. Patterson told because Ms. Grey didn’t look shocked or anything.

We continued down the hallway and Ms. Patterson ushered us into the office. She indicated we should sit down across the room from each other and say nothing. Then she asked to see Mr. Spivey, the principal.

A few moments later, we were ushered into his office. Ms. Patterson remained there, thank goodness. I don’t think I could have discussed anything like this with a man if a woman weren’t there. Marie and I hadn’t spoken to each other since leaving the bathroom.

“Ms. Patterson tells me you two have gotten rather intimate with each other in the bathroom,” he said.

I started to deny it, but Ms. Patterson spoke up.

“Girls, I’m a woman, and I know that wasn’t soap on your hands. Were you two touching each other or just yourselves?”

I looked at the floor and confessed. “Just ourselves.”

“Why were you two together in the stall?” Mr. Spivey asked, apparently having been told everything.

“We were…well…watching each other do it,” Marie said.

Ms. Patterson said, “Girls, if this were to get out, the kids would be extremely cruel to you. They’d call you ugly names and you’d not have many friends.”

I glanced at Mr. Spivey, and I could see he was getting lots of fun out of this. I wondered if he had a hard-on while he imagined what we’d been doing.

Ms. Patterson realized maybe we would talk more freely without him there, so she turned to Mr. Spivey and said, “Mr. Spivey, could I have a moment alone with them?” I could see Mr. Spivey didn’t want to do that. I realized he didn’t want to get up from his desk and show the world his erection that was probably tenting his pants right at that moment.

Mr. Spivey cleared his throat and said, “Well, to be honest, I have a lot of work I was doing prior to this incident. Would you like to go into the conference room and talk to them?”

Yep. Horny old bastard. I guess I couldn’t blame him, though. In his place I would probably get turned on too.

I think Ms. Patterson recognized what was happening. She gave a sort of shocked “Oh” and escorted us out of his office and into the conference room across the narrow hall from Mr. Spivey’s office.

I looked at Ms. Patterson as she closed his door, and she was turning red from embarrassment. She obviously hadn’t expected that to happen. It was odd how I seemed to be the more worldly of the two of us. I had expected it; she was surprised.

We entered the room and sat down, Ms. Patterson at the head of the table, and Marie and I sitting across from each other and next to her.

I could see she was uncomfortable, but it was also clear she wanted to help us stay out of trouble if at all possible.

“Girls, I understand how these things can happen,” she began. “Girls your age can be very curious about things. Your bodies are changing and all these feelings just sort of flood your body, and sometimes you aren’t sure what to do about it.” She paused before continuing. “But doing what you did, masturbating together in the girls’ restroom, is not a good idea.”

I started to speak, but she stopped me. “Let me continue. If anyone were to find out what you two were doing, you’d be branded for as long as these other kids know you. They’d call you lezzies and dykes and all manner of hurtful things.” Again she paused. This time I waited for her to finish what she had to say. “If you do grow up and you find you are lesbians, that’s fine, but you shouldn’t take the chance of being caught doing things like this at school.” She cleared her throat. “Unfortunately, I will have to call your mothers and let them know what happened. I have already talked with Mr. Spivey about this before you came back to his office, and he’s willing to allow your parents to handle the punishment.”

Well, I didn’t know about Marie, but this was great news, of course, for me. Mom would just tell me not to do that at school anymore since I could do it at home all I wanted, which would be no problem. I wasn’t sure, though, about Marie. Would she be allowed to be my friend anymore? That bothered me a lot. I could see her not being allowed to spend the night tomorrow.

When I looked at Marie, she looked very serious, but not scared. That was a good sign.

Then Marie spoke up. “Ms. Patterson, my mom’s out of town. She won’t be back until next week.”

“Who’s looking after you while she’s gone?” Ms. Patterson asked.

“My sister.”

“How old is she?”

“She’s twenty. She goes to UCLA.”

“Okay, then. I’ll call and speak with her about this. You two wait here.” She stood up and left the conference room, leaving the door open a bit on her way out, supposedly to use the phone. I actually began to wonder what my classmates were doing without a teacher when the bell rang to end the period.

Marie looked at me and grinned. “That’s great!” she said.

“What is?”

She gave me this “duh” look. “My sister knows I masturbate all the time. I told you. Will your mom care? I mean she’s like a porn actress, right?”

Apparently, Marie knew who my mom was.

“She won’t care at all. She’ll just tell me not to do it at school anymore.” I changed the subject, sort of. “Will you still be able to spend the night? My mom won’t mind if she knows we were doing it like that together. What about your sister?”

Marie looked at me and was about to say something, but she paused when Mr. Spivey came out of his office. He looked at us and moved down the hall towards the main area.

“So?” I asked. “Do you think she’ll still let you spend the night after we were, like, so close to doing lesbian stuff?”

“If I tell you something, you have to promise never to ever tell a living soul.” I nodded. Was I about to hear something about her sister? I had been curious about Marie’s relationship with her since our first phone conversation on Monday.

“Who do you think shaved me?”

My mouth may have dropped open. I don’t know. But this said a lot. This said that an intimate relationship with her sister Sara was almost a certainty. I pictured Marie’s hairless pubes and thought about her older sister being the one touching her pussy while shaving her. My mom shaved me, and I know how intimate that touch is. More often than not, my mom ended up doing something sexual with me when she shaved or waxed my mound.

Marie was grinning from ear to ear. She could tell she had shocked me.

I leaned across the table to ask her a question that I felt I knew the answer to but was going to ask anyway.

“So she won’t mind if we’re, you know — fooling around — when you spend the night?”

“Are you kidding? She’s jealous.”

Okay. I had to ask the natural follow-up question.

“Do you two ever…do anything together?”

“You won’t tell?” I shook my head in a definite no. “And you won’t think I’m some kinda pervy nut?” Again, the head shake — no. “Since I was five,” she said and smiled at me.

“You and your sister have been doing stuff… sexual stuff… since you were five?”

“Uh-huh.”

“She would have been –“

“Twelve,” she interrupted me from doing the math myself.

“What about your other sister? Does she do stuff with you, too?”

She grinned again. “All the time.”

“What all do you do?”

“Pretty well everything that two girls can do with each other,” she said. “In fact, in the bathroom today, I was kinda hoping you would, you know, lick me when you looked up at me.”

“Believe me, it crossed my mind. More than once.”

At that moment, we heard footsteps and we sat back as if we’d not said anything to each other at all. Ms. Patterson stepped in.

“I’ve spoken to your mom, Cheryl. She assures me she will deal with you when you get home.” She turned to Marie. “Unfortunately, I couldn’t get ahold of your sister, but I have your home number. I’m going to call this evening and speak to her. It might go better for you if you tell her first,” she said.

I smiled at that. I was fairly certain that if Marie told her kinky sister what had happened, it would definitely be good for Marie. I even wished I could be there.

Ms. Patterson gave us admit slips to our next classes with instructions not to go to the restroom on our way. She did this with a chuckle, and both Marie and I grinned at her joke as well. I was happy she could make a joke about this. I even wondered if Ms. Patterson had ever done anything with one of her friends when she was our age. Maybe that’s why she was so understanding about it.

Then, being the cheeky girl I was, I decided to ask her.

“Ms. Patterson, did you ever do anything with a friend when you were our age? Is that why you understand?”

She looked down at me and blushed, saying, “That’s none of your business.” She was serious, but I had my answer anyway. She had. Otherwise, she would have said no. I smiled back with a knowing look on my face. She blushed again and told us to get to class.

When I got home, nothing happened, of course, other than Mom being upset she’d gotten a call from the school in the first place. If it had been anything else, like not doing homework, she would have been very pissed off. As it was, though, she said to be more careful.

The next day, I asked Marie what her sister had said, and she told me Sara had told her not to get caught anymore was all. Then she told me Ms. Patterson had called, and she and Marie’s sister Sara had chatted for quite a while. “I think Ms. Patterson was flirting with her, in fact,” Marie said. I hoped so. Ms. Patterson was pretty and if Sara ended up in bed with her, we’d hear all the details, I was sure. At least Marie would, and that meant I would too.

I found myself unable to sleep that night I was so excited for Friday night to get here.

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