Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By Girl Lover

For several minutes, Susan lay awake in bed, trying to reconcile her thoughts. At first, she told herself that all she was doing was looking, but then realized that she didn’t want to just look at Elena, she also wanted to touch her.

After a long struggle, she finally had to admit that she was sexually attracted to the girl. That was a very hard thing to admit, but there was no denying it. She tried to think of why it was so, but could only come up with that it was because she was so lonely that she had attached herself to the first person who wanted to spend some time with her.

‘She really is beautiful’, she thought to herself. ‘Especially the way her dark hair hangs down over one shoulder. And her skin… it’s so smooth and… well, youthful. Not like mine.’ She looked at her arms. ‘And it’s not like I’m wanting to take advantage of her to make her do something she doesn’t want.’ She sighed. ‘For what it is, this seems to be something we both want.’

Also, there was something else about her. Something she couldn’t quite put her finger on. Not able to figure out what it could be, she turned over and went to sleep.

*****

In the living room, Elena was trying to follow Harvey’s coming of age in Captains Courageous, but she kept thinking back to how Susan had looked at her… and how much she enjoyed it. If only Susan wasn’t hung up on her age. Feeling depressed, she laid down the book and wondered what to do. One thing about being a solitary vampire is that there wasn’t much to do after feeding. All the stores were closed, the bars wouldn’t let her in because she looked too young, and nobody was out because they were all asleep.

She turned on the TV to see what was on. As she was going through the channels, she recognized the show, True Blood. One of the episodes from the first season. It was still a soap opera like every other vampire show, with the vampires being unrealistic in unrealistic situations. Being a vampire wasn’t as exciting as TV shows made them out to be. The truth was that they were no different than people. There was no stereotypical vampire. They were all different, just like people are all different. Some were boring, others exciting; some were good, others evil. Elena considered herself the same as most other vampires. Simply trying to survive. Trying to find food at night and trying not to be discovered during the day, when you were completely vulnerable and could easily be killed.

These shows always glamorized vampires, either as suave and alluring or as powerful and dangerous. Well, the powerful and dangerous part was right, but not as powerful as a lot of the shows made them out to be. As a vampire, you couldn’t come into a house unless invited, you’re frightened by crosses, you’re completely helpless during the daytime…

But what really hurt the most… what TV shows hardly showed… is how it was more difficult to feed if you didn’t want to hurt anyone. And there was also the bloodlust. That uncontrollable urge that sometimes happened if you weren’t careful to stay in control. That was the worst thing for Elena, when she would lose control and the bloodlust would take over. She had been under its spell many times and she always hated it. It was detestable, as well as her biggest fear.

*****

Susan got out of bed and went into the living room. On the couch, Elena was sprawled on her back, completely naked, her head resting on top of her arm and her legs slightly askew as she watched TV. Susan froze in mid-stride, hardly believing the sight before her. She gawked at the pale, nude body. She couldn’t help it. Elena’s body drew her in so that she just kept looking at it. Elena’s buds stood up, her nipples a bright pink color. Her hand casually brushing along the bald slit at the V between her legs. As she stared, Elena slowly turned her head from the TV to face Susan and smiled. Sitting up, she held her arms outward, welcoming her. Everything became a blur as Susan’s legs moved slowly forward on their own, towards the couch. Reaching it, she sat down as Elena slid over to her, gently taking one of her hands and placing it on her breast. Her breathing was quick and shallow as Elena, smiling seductively, slightly raised her mouth and placed it upon Susan’s.

Her eyes remained open as she continued to stare in complete disbelief that this was actually happening. But as she became aware of Elena’s small, smooth body beneath her hands, they began roaming, slightly at first, then all over as her lust grew into a frenzy. She began kissing Elena more aggressively as her hand moved down to grip Elena’s smooth, soft vulva….

 

BEEP…BEEP…BEEP

 

Susan awoke in her bed and opened her eyes. She stared at the ceiling as she realized it had been a dream. After reaching over to shut off the alarm, she fell back, looking back at the ceiling as she muttered, “What the hell is wrong with me!”

It had been so real. She just had to see, so getting out of bed, she went to the living room. Elena was lying on the couch, watching TV, and was completely clothed. When she saw Susan looking at her, she smiled.

“Good morning,” Susan said shyly.

“Good morning,” Elena echoed cheerfully. She didn’t seemed to have any bad feelings towards her from last night. “Did you need something?” Elena asked.

“No… no, I was just checking on you.”

Sighing softly to herself, she went to the bathroom to pee and shower. She wondered if she should continue last night’s conversation with Elena, except that she didn’t know how to do it. The dream certainly didn’t help matters. In fact, it made it worse. There was no doubt that she was attracted to Elena sexually. ‘But why?’ Realizing that she was a pedophile scared her. Did this make her a predator, the same as Elena? She didn’t know, and that was probably what frightened her the worst.

After her shower, she got dressed and went into the kitchen and opened the fridge. Taking out two biscuit sandwiches, she remembered that Elena couldn’t eat food. Returning one back to the box, she popped the other one into the microwave and set the timer. She went over to her shoulder bag to make sure that her homework papers were there, then went to get her sandwich from the microwave.

Bringing the sandwich and a glass of orange juice to the couch, she sat beside Elena. “Have you been watching TV all night?” she asked.

“Yea, there’s really nothing to do outside because everything’s closed and everyone’s asleep.”

Susan finished her sandwich as Elena began yawning and looking tired. Susan asked, “You need to go to bed now?”

Elena smiled sleepily, “Yea.”

“Is your bed comfortable? Do you need another pillow?”

“No, it’s fine.”

Elena got up as Susan told her, “Have a good night… I mean uh, sleep.” Elena smiled and replied, “Have a good day at school.” Then she went to her room and closed the door.

Susan stood up, grabbed her shoulder bag and went to work.

*****

After school let out, Susan walked into her apartment. After laying down her bag and purse, she gave into her curiosity and peeked into Elena’s room. It was fascinating to watch Elena’s rapid breathing. It made her look like she was possessed or something. Susan quietly pulled the door closed, then went to her room to change into something more comfortable.

Going to the fridge, she wondered what she should have for supper. Looking at the uninteresting things sitting on the shelves, she suddenly had a thought.

“We could go to The Magic Time Machine,” she wondered aloud. She never ate out because she didn’t like going places alone. It was too depressing and only reminded her of how lonely she was.

She closed the fridge. The Magic Time Machine was a theme restaurant south of the river. where the waiters dressed like super-heroes, pirates, and cartoon characters. The arcade was lit by black lights so white clothing glowed in the dark, and there were all sorts of interesting things to look at. She had heard plenty of stories about it from her students and always wanted to go, but didn’t want to go alone. With Elena, she could finally go and…

She suddenly stopped. Damn, she just remembered that Elena wouldn’t be able to eat there. She couldn’t drag Elena there just so Elena could watch her eat. Susan’s brow creased as she thought if there was any other reason for Elena to go. There was the arcade, but she probably wasn’t interested in games. Susan only had a vague idea of some of the things that decorated the place, none of which she was sure that Elena would like. She sighed. As soon as it looked likely that she would be able to go somewhere, suddenly it looks like she would be spending another boring evening at home. Well, at least she wouldn’t be lonely.

She opened the fridge again, sighing a second time disappointedly. Nothing looked good so she closed it, poured herself a glass of wine, then went to her bag to get out her homework papers. Sitting down on the couch, she picked up the first one.

*****

She had just finished her grading when Elena walking in, looking tired and with her hair tousled. Only wearing a t-shirt, she smiled when she saw Susan and came over, falling onto the couch sleepily.

“Hi,” she grinned at Susan.

Susan smiled back, “Hello. You look tired.”

“I just woke up.”

“What do you usually do at night? I mean, when you’re not… um, feeding,” Susan asked.

“Well, for the last few decades, I’ve been trying to hang out with people. Talk to them. Make friends. It’s kinda hard, because at night, most people are either in a bar that I’m not allowed in or at a store and they’re too busy shopping to wanna talk.”

She brushed aside a lock of hair that had fallen across her face. “It’s actually pretty lonely,” she remarked.

“I was wondering earlier if you would like to go to this restaurant called The Magic Time Machine. I’ve heard all kinds of really cool stories about it and I’ve been dying to go.”

“I would love to go,” Elena replied.

Susan beamed happily, “Oh, I’m so glad you do. I know you can’t eat there, so are you okay with me wanting to eat there? Do you want to feed first?” She was getting more comfortable mentioning the word “feeding.”

“No, I’m fine.”

Susan smiled, “Oh good. I… really don’t have any friends myself, except for Stacy. And I don’t see her that much so there’s all these places I want to go to but I don’t have anyone to go with.” Susan stopped then said, “I guess I’m rambling.”

“It’s okay.”

Elena got up and went to her room to get dressed. Susan’s eyes were glued to her tiny butt as she walked away, and when she realized what she was doing, she silently chastised herself.

Susan grabbed her purse and waited as Elena came out, still looking like a commando going out on a night-time raid, or maybe a Goth girl. Yea, she looked like a Goth girl with her black clothes and pale skin. Susan smiled to herself, then opened the door and they left.

*****

Pulling into the parking lot, they both got out and walked inside.

“Wow,” Susan exclaimed. It was impressive. There were all kinds of crazy decorations on the walls and the waiters really were dressed up as different fictional characters. She saw a pirate, Indiana Jones, and Snow White.

“How many in your party?” the hostess asked.

“Two,” Susan replied, then they followed her as she led them to a small booth along the wall. She handed them two menus, and asked, “Would you like something to drink?”

“Water,” they both replied.

“Okay, your waitress will be Snow White and she’ll be here shortly.”

Susan looked at the menu while Elena looked around, watching what other people were doing. Soon their waitress, Snow White came over, “Hi. I’m Snow White and I’ll…” Suddenly, Elena scrambled back in the booth against the wall, glaring angrily at her. Both Snow White’s and Susan’s eyes and mouth dropped open as they watched Elena, trying to push herself back as far as she could from the waitress.

“Elena?! What’s wrong?!” Susan gasped.

“Get that away from me!” she whispered fiercely, her eyes narrowing at Snow White.

Dumbfounded, Susan asked, “What?!” then as she looked at where Elena was looking at the waitress, her eyes focused on Snow White’s necklace, with its cross attached.

“Oh… uh, ma’am… I’m sorry, but she… doesn’t like crosses. Could you put it away, please?”

Her eyes bigger than dinner plates, Snow White looked first at Susan then back at Elena, who continued to glare at her. Then, she reached back, unhooked her necklace and slipped it in to her pocket.

At once, Elena calmed down and slowly lowered herself back into her seat as she released her breath and began breathing again. Still staring at the waitress suspiciously, she slowly slid back towards the center of her seat as both Susan and Snow White watched, unsure of what she might do next. To Susan, this sight beat anything else the restaurant had to offer.

When Snow White finally was able to find her voice, she asked nervously, “A-are you ready to order?”

“Uh… yea,” Susan said, still staring at Elena who seemed absolutely mortified by what just happened and was looking down at her lap. “I’ll have the Chicken Alfredo and a Time Machine Tea.”

Snow White looked apprehensively at Elena, who didn’t even look at her, but continued looking down at her lap silently, her face a pink color as she blushed. When Snow White asked, “Ma’am…?”

Elena simply shook her head faintly.

“She doesn’t want anything,” Susan told the waitress.

Snow White picked up their menus, saying, “I’ll bring it out when it’s ready,” then she left.

Elena looked as if she was going to cry.

Susan asked, “Elena? Are you all right?”

She shook her head sadly. “I’m sorry,” she whispered, “I-I couldn’t help it.”

Laying her head in her hands, she said, “I am sooo embarrassed. I humiliated myself… and you! She’s going to tell everyone that I’m some kind of freak.”

“Elena… please don’t beat yourself up.” Susan tried to make her feel better. “It wasn’t your fault. It’s just that… thing you have with crosses.”

The girl muttered angrily at herself, “It’s hard enough for me to fit in already and then I go and do this!”

For the first time, Susan began to understand that it wasn’t easy for Elena to assimilate into society. “I’m sorry, Elena. Please… try to enjoy the rest of the evening.”

With her head resting in her hands, propped up by her elbows, she stared at the table, grumbling, “Why do those damn crosses do that to me? Why can’t I be normal?”

She looked out at the restaurant, scanning the room till she saw their waitress at a register by the kitchen, talking to another waitress dressed as Cinderella. Elena groaned and looked back at the table.

“Elena…” Susan started then paused, as she tried to think of what to say. “I know you’re embarrassed, but it doesn’t change things to just mope around. We’re here to have fun. And you want to be around people, right? So, let’s just enjoy being here.”

Elena, still staring at the table, sighed and said quietly, “Okay.” She straightened up and half-heartedly smiled.

A few minutes later, Snow White brought Susan’s Chicken Alfredo and tea over and set it on the table, all the while staring nervously at Elena. Elena tried to keep her eyes on Susan, but she kept glancing over at the waitress, just as nervous as she was. After the waitress left and Susan was able to engage Elena in conversation, Elena finally relaxed and began to enjoy being there.

“Susan!” a voice called out.

Susan, her mouth half-full of chicken, looked up at the sound of her name and saw, to her surprise, Stacy coming over, with her husband and kids. “What are you doing here? I never expected to see you here.”

Wiping her mouth with her napkin, Susan stared at Stacy, clearly not expecting to see her either. After recovering from her surprise, she exclaimed, “Stacy!” then looking at her husband, Greg and the kids, five-year-old Michael and ten-year-old Julie, she thought, ‘Oh geez! The whole bunch is here.’

“So, who’s your friend?” Stacy asked, looking at Elena.

Susan looked at Elena and faltered at what to say, “Oh she… uh, she’s my cousin.”

“Your cousin?”

“Yea, my cousin, Elena,” Susan answered more confidently. “She’s staying with me for a few days.”

“Dad, can we go play some games?” Michael asked.

“Sure.” He handed some quarters to Michael and Julie.

“Do you want to play Hot Rod with us?” Julie asked Elena suddenly.

Elena, caught off guard, looked at Susan for a second then back at Julie and said, “Yea!” She started to slide out of her seat and then remembered she didn’t have any quarters. Looking back at Susan, she asked embarrassed, “Uh Susan, do you have a quarter I could borrow?”

“Uh, sure. Lemme look.”

Susan grabbed her purse and began fishing through it. Finding a few, she poured them into Elena’s hand and then Elena followed Michael and Julie to the arcade. As Susan watched them go, she felt a twinge of nervousness, hoping nothing would go wrong.

Stacy asked, “So, what’s with all the black? And why is she so pale? Doesn’t she get any sun?”

As Susan tried to think of how to answer that, Stacy added, “I mean, she looks like a vampire.”

“Yeeaah…” Susan whispered uncomfortably to herself.

*****

“So, did you enjoy yourself?” Susan asked Elena.

“Yea, I love Michael and Julie. They’re so much fun.”

They were in the car, driving back to the apartment. “I’m so glad you liked it. So did I. I never got to tell you… Stacy is my best friend. And till I met you, she was my only friend.”

Elena looked at her, “Did you tell her about me?”

She looked back at Elena, “No. She wouldn’t believe me.”

Pulling up to the apartment, they went inside. Susan looked at the clock, which read 10:03. “Ooh, it’s getting late.” She went over to the couch and collapsed on it.

Elena followed, sitting next to her sideways so she was facing Susan. Susan turned to look at Elena who was smiling at her. “What?”

The girl shrugged her shoulders, “I was just thinking how much fun I had.” Her furrow creased into a scowl, “Well, that is, until Snow White.”

“Yea,” Susan’s eyes raised, “That kinda scared me when you freaked out like that.”

“Sorry,” Elena smiled sheepishly. “Her cross scared me.”

“I had fun too,” Susan said.

Looking into Elena’s eyes, Susan couldn’t think of anything more to say and for several seconds, they just sat there, each subconsciously looking at the other’s body, Elena gazing at Susan’s ample breasts while Susan gazed at the less than ample bumps poking out of Elena’s t-shirt.

Susan became aware of what she was doing and glanced up to see Elena looking right at her. Knowing she had been caught yet again ogling her, she felt her face grow hot as she blushed and quickly stood up, saying, “I, uh, I need to go to bed now. I’ll see you in the morning.”

Embarrassed, she quickly strode off to her room with Elena watching as she left.

Alone in the living room, Elena was hungry, but for the first time, she wasn’t thinking about feeding. She had watched Susan staring at her. She seemed to be as attracted to Elena as Elena was to her. After thinking about what she wanted and what Susan seemed to want, Elena stood up and went to her room. She quickly got undressed and then went into the bathroom to take a shower.

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