Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

Full Time Companionship

By Cheryl Taggert 

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Two years had passed since that summer. Quite a few times since then, Marie and I or Deanna and I had sat outside, looking up at the moon, talking about our futures and making out. There were a number of times all three of us would sit outside doing the same, only taking turns with which pair was kissing. Of course, that always led to a lot more.

There was also the time Deanna had dared Marie and me to go into the bathroom at a McDonald’s, strip down to our panties and bras, and run out to our bikes and ride home like that. It’s a wonder we weren’t arrested. But I have to admit it was fun. We laughed the entire ride home, which was at least a mile. I think most people must have thought we were wearing bikinis. Only a few people stared, as if asking themselves if they were seeing what they thought they were seeing. Marie had even stood up on her bike pedals and pulled the back of her panties down and mooned this old couple out for a walk. I heard the old woman say, “Oh, my word!” The man, however, didn’t say anything, at least as far as I heard. I think he may have enjoyed the view.

I had engaged in countless sexual acts with my friends, my mother, and my sister, as well as two of her friends who came to enjoy what girls could do together. There was Carmen, of course, and she’d met a girl named Bianca too. They were very much like Deanna, Marie, and me. Inseparable and into whatever fun three girls could find, especially in the bedroom, or some other place that could serve the same purpose. Of course, I had also enjoyed having sex with Bianca, who was a sexy little thing. Bianca was bi, and she talked about how much she liked fucking guys. She said she’d fucked a cousin of hers who was eighteen. She and the cousin started when she was ten and the cousin was sixteen. I told her I bet the cousin had a lot of fun with her. She just smiled and said, “Yeah, and I have fun with him, too.”

I also got to have sex with Marie and her mom on a number of occasions. She enjoyed watching Marie and me more than anything, unless it was getting her toes sucked. That woman could have orgasms if someone sucked her toes. Marie had warned me about her mom’s foot fetish, so it hadn’t surprised me when we finally got in bed together. She would even come get me out of bed where I was sleeping with Marie and take me into her bed for sex. I didn’t mind, though I have never figured out the attraction of having one’s toes licked and sucked. It felt okay to me when she ‘worshiped’ my feet, as she called it, but it wasn’t anything special. Oh, well, to each her own.

Anyway, the past two years had worked into a routine of sorts. I had turned fifteen and had just finished my freshman year of high school. Marie and I were still lovers, and Deanna was still an almost daily part of my life as well. Jenna had turned twelve recently, and her boobs were coming along wonderfully. They were now like two small, barely B-cup-sized half-oranges, capped by pink nipples that grew a darker shade when they were excited.

Mom had let me begin sharing my bedroom with Jenna — more out of necessity than anything else, but more on that later — so now we were “roomies” and slept together every night. That was fine with us. Sometimes one of us would wake up in the night from having a sexy dream and play the sleep seduction game with the other. Jenna still slept like the dead, but undressing her wasn’t a problem because we always slept in the nude now. We also shaved and waxed each other every weekend to keep our pussies bare.

We still waited for the day that Cindy, Jenna’s mom, would show up at our door. We assumed she was still alive, but it wasn’t always easy to continue believing that.

My aunt Emmy had taken a lover, which was the biggest reason Jenna and I had started rooming together. Emmy and her girlfriend had moved in with us. Emmy was twenty-five now, and her lover was none other than my former English teacher, Danni Patterson. They were the same age. Mom had introduced them one night when Danni came over for some fun and Emmy was there. They had hit it off immediately, and Danni had ended up going home with Emmy after the little orgy. Emmy had run into some financial problems and Mom had let them move in with us.

Mom also had a frequent lover, Randi Barrett. I’d had sex with her and her twin sister Ronni before, along with Emily, Ronni’s daughter. Ronni had to move away because of her husband’s job moving him to Seattle, but Randi ended up meeting my mom when she became a production assistant for the production company Mom worked for. Randi didn’t live with us, but she was around a lot. And of course, Mom didn’t mind if the rest of us enjoyed Randi’s talents as well. She certainly enjoyed ours!

I continued to seethe about the man who impregnated my mom, and I still vowed to get back at him one day. The ass-wipe had raped her to produce me, and he also raped my little sister Jenna when she was very young. Not only that, but he had ‘sold’ Cindy to another pimp after he decided she owed him money that I still thought should rightfully be hers. I considered my revenge on this shit-heel to be the number one goal of my life. It would take time, but I swore to myself he would get what was coming to him.

He was a sleazeball. It was my fondest wish that he would one day be a prison inmate, where he would become the favorite play-toy of a muscle-bound guy who would pass him around to his friends. And I further hoped the muscle-bound guy had more friends at the prison than anyone else.

Still, life goes on. There are girls to seduce and fun to have.

That summer when I was fifteen, I actually got a paying job. It was a babysitting job, like before when I watched Emily, but there were differences. First, it was an everyday thing during the week while the girl’s mom was at work, so it was full time. It cut into my time with Deanna and Marie, but it paid well, and they actually had an indoor pool for even more of a great time. Next, the girl in question was eleven, so she wasn’t a little girl but a blossoming pre-teen. I was scrupulously called a “companion,” not a babysitter so that the girl would even accept my presence. She considered it an insult to have a “babysitter.”

And oh yes, the girl was as hot as Death Valley in July.

Her name was Erin, and she had blonde hair to her shoulders, with bangs. She just parted it down the middle and let it go. She had a cute nose that turned up slightly at the tip, and the most brilliant blue eyes I’d ever seen on a girl. They were a stunning, clear blue that I thought must hook everyone she looked at.

Unfortunately, her beauty didn’t extend to her personality, at least not at first.

The mom hired me because the previous summer, left to her own devices, Erin had gotten into quite a bit of trouble, including thumbing a ride to the mall where she was picked up for shoplifting. Pretty bold for a girl who was only ten at that time.

The problem was she really resented me being there at all. My first day, her mom kept going on about how I was a companion, not a babysitter. Erin wasn’t having any of it. I witnessed an argument I felt was better discussed when I wasn’t there, but in the end, Erin’s mom, of course, won. I was going to be with Erin every day until her mom got home, and that was that.

Erin’s mom was the manager of an office supply company, so she worked fairly regular hours, but she would call home every afternoon to see how the day went and to ask if she needed to pick anything up from the grocery store. This ended up working out very well for me. I always had at least a thirty-minute warning that the mom would be home. What luck!

That first day, though, nothing looked good about the job except the money. Erin was petulant and obnoxious. When her mom got home, Erin greeted her with, “Mom, you need to fire Cheryl. She left for about three hours today. And believe it or not, I managed not to get into trouble or burn the house down.”

I looked at Erin with the wide-eyed look of someone totally shocked by the words she’d heard. “That is not true!” I said. Looking at her mom, Ms. Hartley, I added, “I was here all day! I swear!”

“Don’t worry, Cheryl,” Ms. Hartley said. “I know she’s just trying to get rid of you so she can do whatever she wants.” Then she looked at Erin and said, “I certainly hope Cheryl doesn’t do something she shouldn’t, because it would take a lot for me to believe you, Erin. I know what game you’re playing here.”

“Shit!” Erin said, stomping off.

“And stop that cussing! For that, you can spend the rest of the evening in your room!”

“Don’t worry! I wouldn’t spend it out here with you for anything!” Erin shouted as she made her noisy way to her room, slamming the door behind her.

I could hear from her voice that she’d started crying. This girl hated my guts! And I was actually a nice person. We could have a lot of fun if she’d just let me be her friend.

“I’m sorry. She’s really a sweet girl, but since my husband left me, she has grown more and more difficult. Her dad’s a jerk and pays her no attention.” Ms. Hartley was tearing up telling me this. I could see it was eating her up inside.

“The man who got my mom pregnant with me is a jerk too,” I said. “I don’t even call him my dad. I think Erin and I might have a lot in common. I’ll give it a try again tomorrow,” I said.

“Thank you for not quitting on me… or Erin,” she said and came over to hug me.

I returned the hug and left, climbing on my bike to ride the few blocks to my home.

That night, I thought about how I could convince Erin I’m not the bad guy, that I could be a lot of fun, and a trustworthy friend to talk about problems with. When I set out for the Hartleys’ the next day, I had a plan in mind. I hoped it wouldn’t backfire on me. Then again, if she told her mom what I’d tried to do, Ms. Hartley wouldn’t believe her anyway.

When Ms. Hartley left for work, Erin glared daggers at me until she got up to go to her room. I figured she would do that, and I waited until then on purpose. I could easily block her door to prevent her leaving before I’d had my say. There were at least four exits from the great room where she’d been sitting and pouting.

I got up and went to her room. The door was locked.

“Erin?”

“Go away. I don’t need a babysitter or companion or anything else.”

“I figured everybody could use a friend,” I said.

“Not me,” she answered.

“Don’t be ridiculous. The fact is I’m a lot of fun.”

“Yeah, I’ve been having a blast with you here,” she said. “Go away.”

But I wouldn’t accept that answer. I knew if this was going to work, I’d have to weather any storm she tossed my way until she listened to me.

“Sorry. I’m not leaving.”

“Yeah, I know. Mom’s paying you.”

“No, I mean I’m not leaving from this spot until you let me in and at least hear me out. I’m serious. We can have a LOT of fun together.”

“Yeah, right.”

“Did you know my mom’s a porn star?”

That had at least some kind of effect. She said nothing for about ten seconds. No witty or snarky comebacks at all.

“Did you hear me?” I asked, more to keep the conversation going than anything else.

“Yeah. I heard.” There was another pause. “Are you telling me the truth, or are you shitting me just to get me talking?”

“It’s the truth. I swear. Please let me in. I just want to talk. Also, the man who got my mom pregnant with me is even more of a shitheel than your dad. We really have a lot in common.”

The doorknob shook some and the door opened. I was in!

Erin had a suspicious look on her face, though, as if figuring she would listen to me for a minute or two and if I was full of shit, she’d boot me out again.

I prayed she wouldn’t kick me out of her room. There was a reason my first revelation about myself involved my mom’s career. That topic would lead to talking about sex, which could lead to other things.

“Truce? Please?” I said.

She looked wary, mistrustful, and on the edge of belligerence. “Temporary truce,” she said. I figured it was as good as I would get for now.

“Let’s sit,” I said, indicating her bed. She got up on it, easily pulling her legs into a knot like someone about to meditate. I just squatted, pulling my feet under me and resting my elbows on my knees, which were sticking out toward my sides.

I had worn a skirt that day because I wanted to let her see my panties at some point. Now my legs were spread wide, and my panties were on full display. She definitely noticed. The entire time I talked, her eyes would look at my face then down at my crotch. It was like she was watching an odd tennis match.

“My mom really is a porn star,” I began. “Have you ever watched any porn?”

“No.”

“Have you ever wondered what it was like?”

“You’re trying to get me to admit to things so you can tell my mom, aren’t you?”

I sighed. This would be harder than I thought.

“No. In fact, we could have a lot of fun here and I wouldn’t say jack shit to your mom,” I said. Then I asked her, “What’s one thing you do that your mom knows you do but doesn’t like that you do it?”

“What do you mean?” She furrowed her brow, trying to understand me.

“Like, do you smoke cigarettes? Do you listen to rap music that has lots of cussing and talks bad about women? That kind of thing.”

“Not really. Nothing she knows about anyway. And I intend to keep it that way.”

“How about if I do something I know your mom wouldn’t like. Then you’d have something on me. That way you’ll understand that I’m fine with you doing anything that won’t put your life or health in danger.”

“Like what?” she asked, growing curious.

“Do you ever touch yourself?”

“Touch myself?”

“Yeah, you know. Masturbate?”

She shrugged, but her blush told me she did, or at least had tried it.

I laughed a little. “Come on, don’t shrug. Either you’ve touched your pussy because it feels good, or you haven’t. I don’t care which answer you give as long as it’s the truth.”

“Maybe.”

Again, I saw it was as good an answer as I was going to get from her about that.

Reaching down to my panties, I hooked my thumbs in the waistband and tugged them down, exposing my pussy to her.

Her jaw hung open.

“So, do you think your mom would be okay with that? Would she not care that I just showed you my pussy?”

“She wouldn’t like it at all.”

“What about you? Do you like that I did that?”

She shrugged again. “I guess it was kinda wild. I never thought you’d do anything like that. I kinda figured you were a straight arrow. You know. A goody-goody.”

“Far from it, girl,” I said, and reached down and began to rub myself, gently at first just to give her the idea of what I intended to do.

“Holy fuck,” she said, nearly a whisper.

“I don’t know about you, but I love to do this. I do it all the time.”

She glanced at my face long enough to say, “Really?” before returning her gaze to my pussy.

“Oh, yeah. Really. But you can’t tell your mom. Here’s the deal. As long as what you do doesn’t hurt anyone, including you, I won’t tell your mom. That means no shoplifting or smoking cigarettes or jumping off the roof or anything like that, okay? Is it a deal?”

She looked at me and smiled for the first time since we’d met. It wasn’t a big smile, but I’d take it over the pouting and attitude I’d been getting.

“Deal,” she said.

“So tell me the truth. You ever do this?”

She blushed and nodded. “Yeah.”

“Do you come?”

“Yeah.”

“Do you feel like doing it right now?”

“Yeah.” She grinned at me.

“Then what are you waiting for?” I laughed again.

“You’re sure this isn’t some trick to get me in trouble?”

“Sure. I’m gonna tell your mom, ‘Ms. Hartley, I started masturbating in front of your daughter today and she masturbated too. I think she needs to be grounded for a year.”

This time she grinned, and I said, “I repeat. What are you waiting for? The orgasms are waiting!”

Uncoiling her legs and reaching down to her pants, she undid the belt, unsnapped her jeans, and pulled them down to her knees. Her panties followed.

She had a cute pussy with only a little bit of peach fuzz, which I could barely see since she was a natural blonde. She started to rub her clit with one finger, circling it and getting it moist.

“Why don’t we get naked?” I asked. She grinned at me again and her eyes fell to my still-covered boobs. I could see she was anxious to know what they looked like.

I began removing my clothes, and she did the same. When I pulled my bra off, she was staring at my tits. They weren’t much, really, still a 34B, but their shape was, I thought, magnificent.

As we sat back down on the bed, our legs once again folded to reveal our pussies to the other, she asked, “How long have you been doing this?”

“Since I was little, like six. Been coming that long, too.”

“Wow. I’ve only been coming for about six months, but it wasn’t for lack of trying. I finally got some stuff to read about it and discovered my clit.”

“How old were you the first time you touched it because it felt good?”

“I don’t know, but I was really little. Five maybe?”

“My mom says I was probably doing it in the womb.”

“Your mom knows you play with yourself?”

“Sure,” I said. “She’s VERY open about sex, as you might imagine.”

“Shit. I wish my mom was like that,” Erin said, starting to really get into what we were doing.

“Maybe she is and you just don’t know it. All women know their kids are going to do this eventually. Maybe she just isn’t aware you’re already doing it.”

“Really? You think my mom knows, like, you do this?”

“I don’t think she’s thought about it, but if asked, she would probably say that she felt I probably did. But don’t ask her. That would lead to questions about what we are doing.”

“Okay,” she said, and lay back on her bed, spread her legs farther, and started in on her pussy in earnest. “Bet I can get there first,” she said.

“You’re on,” I answered, and sat with my back against the headboard of the bed so I could watch her. My pussy was almost next to her head, and she turned her head to watch my fingers do their magic. Then she sat up as well to get a better angle to watch me. This also made it easier for her to look at my boobs.

Our fingers were flying over our pussies, making wet noises as we smeared the juices while pleasuring ourselves. I held off so she could “win” this time. I wanted this first time together to be a completely positive experience for her. I hadn’t even mentioned what we could do to each other, and I was hoping she would be receptive to the idea.

Soon, Erin was coming. Her moans and sighs reached a peak and her hand stopped its motion and she gripped her pussy, holding it as the throbbing provided her the exquisite torture of an orgasm.

Once she had come, she looked at me and smiled, “Told ya,” she said.

I looked into her face and gave my body to my climax. It rolled through me, gripping my stomach muscles into almost violent clinches as my body hunched itself in reaction to coming. I tried to keep my eyes open to watch her reaction and succeeded for the most part. She was obviously fascinated by watching me reach my sexual peak. I could almost see her drooling she was so mesmerized by the sight.

I glanced at my watch. It was only 8:37 in the morning.

“Does your mom ever come home for lunch?” I asked.

“Nope,” she said. “I asked her once why she didn’t, and she said it took her nearly a half hour to get home. Since she only has an hour, that would mean she would only be able to come inside and use the bathroom before she had to go back to work.”

“What about if she gets sick and is coming home early?”

“She’d call. That’s happened before, and that’s what she’s done every time. You’ll see. She always calls before coming home in case I need something. Every day. She called yesterday, didn’t she?”

“Yeah,” I said, not believing how great this news was.

“And she’ll call today too. She told me she always calls because she doesn’t want to have to leave the house to go pick something up after she gets home.”

“You have no idea what great news this is.”

“Why?”

“You like being naked?” I asked.

“Yeah.”

“If it’s true she always calls, we can just be naked all day if we want. We can swim naked, eat lunch naked. Everything. And if we get an urge to do… well… something, we can.”

Her grin grew even bigger than it had been earlier.

“Was what we just did the ‘something’ you just mentioned?”

“Well, yes, but it’s not all of the ‘something,'” I answered, grinning back at her.

Her brow furrowed inquisitively. “What else is there, then?”

Deciding to make her a bit impatient to know, I said, “You’ll see,” and left it at that for the moment.

She gave me a mild “Uh” of incredulity and stared at me with a ‘you’ve got to be kidding’ look, her mouth slightly open.

I just smiled at her and said, “Don’t worry. I’ll tell you after we have a swim in the pool. In the meantime, just know that it’s a lot more fun than what we just did.”

Rising from the bed, I stepped to her door, looked back at her naked, prone body, and said, “Last one in the pool naked is a rotten egg!” Then I began to hurry to the indoor pool with Erin hot on my heels.

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