Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By Muffi

What the hell was I going to do?

I had no choice in this. I had promised that I’d call Sara’s mother and ask if she could spend the night here with Janelle and I. I had also promised Janelle that even if Sara couldn’t come, she could still come and spend the night with me.

Rock and a hard place? You’d better believe it.

For the first time I could remember, I didn’t trust myself. That’s a scary feeling, particularly when you don’t trust yourself because of some newly realized feelings about a little girl who spends a great deal of time in your presence.

I couldn’t face this right now. I needed to call Sara’s mother, and then I needed to pick up either both of the girls, or Janelle. I couldn’t, and I wouldn’t, break a promise to Janelle. I would have to put on a brave face, and prepare myself to spend the day and night with at least one, possibly two little girls. If I needed to suppress my feelings, I could do that. I’d face those feelings, try to sort them out and decipher just what the hell they meant tomorrow, when I was alone.

From their terrariums, Ellie and Nellie still seemed to be accusing me with their eyes.

When you can anthropomorphize two snakes to the point where you think they’re not only aware of your thoughts, but taking the time to make their own opinion of you known, you’re suffering from some major guilt.

Oh, yeah. Guilt. I was awash in guilt and shame over these newly discovered feelings.

I took a deep sip of my now cooling coffee, then went to my office. I looked up the Davidson’s phone number again, picked up the phone, and dialed. A gruff male voice answered.

“H’lo?”

“Hello,” I said, as pleasantly as I could. “Could I speak to Colleen, please?”

“Who the hell is this?” came the response.

Okay, then. Nice phone manners. I truly hoped that he wouldn’t piss me off. I wasn’t in the mood to be pissed off. Particularly by a male. Be nice, Meagan, I admonished myself.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” I chirped. “My name is Meagan Bristol. My niece, Janelle, is a friend of Sara’s. Sara came to Janelle’s birthday party yesterday. I’m the one who brought Sara home. I just wanted to talk to Sara’s Mom for a…”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” growled the voice, cutting me off in mid-sentence. “I don’t need yer life story, fer Chrissake. A name’ll do. What’d ya say it was?”

“Meagan Bristol,” I said, fighting to control my temper.

“Wait a minute,” he snapped. The phone thunked down on a table or a desk or something. Maybe the floor, for all I knew.

Well, fuck you very much, too, I thought. Asshole…

I heard him bellowing distantly. “Colleen!! Get in here! There’s some woman named Bristol, wants you on the phone.”

I grated my teeth for a moment, then tried to calm myself when I heard someone fumbling with the phone. Colleen Davidson’s timid voice came into my ear.

“Hello?”

“Hi, Colleen,” I said. “It’s Meagan Bristol, Janelle’s aunt. I’m sorry to call so early.”

“Oh, that’s all right,” she said. “I’ve been up for a while.”

“Oh, good,” I said. “The reason I’m calling is, on our way to bring Sara home yesterday, I kind of invited both girls to come to my house for a sleepover. Janelle would love it if Sara can come. They’d spend the afternoon and evening with me, we can have a girl’s pizza party, they’ll spend the night, and I can take them both to school tomorrow. Would that be okay? I know it’s kind of short notice, and I apologize. But Janelle would love it if Sara could come.”

“Uhmm… Well, I suppose that’s okay,” she said. “What time would you need her there?”

“Oh, don’t worry about getting her here. I’m picking Janelle up at about ten this morning, and we can head from there right out to your place and pick her up.”

“Oh, well, sure. That will be fine then.” She sounded relieved that I’d pick Sara up.

“Oh, thank you!” I said. “Janelle will be thrilled. She really likes Sara.” I did some quick mental calculations. “Let’s plan on Janelle and I being there to pick Sara up at about ten-thirty? Will that be okay?”

“That’s fine,” she said listlessly.

“Perfect!” I said. “Tell Sara to be sure to bring pajamas or a nightgown, and some clothes for school tomorrow. Her school books, too. We’ll be going straight from my house to school in the morning.”

“Okay. Thank you,” she said.

“Thank you, Colleen,” I said. “Janelle really does like Sara. I think they’re going to be good friends.”

“That would be nice,” she answered wistfully. “Sara doesn’t have too many friends. None, really.”

“Oh, yes she does,” I said. “She has at least one. Janelle.”

She almost laughed, I think. Then it was gone. “Okay, then,” she said. “Sara will be ready at about ten-thirty. We’ll watch for you.”

“That’s great,” I said. “I’ll see you in a little while. ‘Bye, now.”

“Goodbye,” she said.

I hung up, then dialed Kate’s house. Janelle answered. I heard her shouting as she picked up the phone. “It’s Aunt Meagan,” she shrieked out. “I got it!” Then back to me, voice as sweet as cherry coke, “Hi, Aunt Meagan.”

“Hiya, sweetie,” I said. “How’re you this morning?”

“I’m good!” she chirped.

“Well, then,” I said, “I just got off the phone with Sara’s mom, and as soon as I pick you up, we’re going to go and pick Sara up, too. After that, it’s Girl Power for the rest of the day, and a sleepover at my house tonight.”

“Awesome!! What time are you picking me up?”

“I’ll be there at about ten o’clock. Are you all packed already?”

“Yup! I have my pajamas and school clothes ready, and I have my schoolbooks, too. I have three backpacks of stuff!”

I rolled my eyes. Janelle may be mostly tomboy, but when it comes to packing for an outing, she’s all female. She packs enough to go on a one night sleepover to last most people a week. I laughed.

“Okay, then, Sweetie,” I said. “I’m going to get showered and dressed, and then I’ll be on my way. Let your mom and dad know, okay?”

“I will. See ya in a while, Aunt Meagan. ‘Bye!”

I was smiling when I hung up the phone. To my horror, I was also feeling aroused at knowing she’d be with me for the day, and overnight. Not all out horny, but definitely aroused.

“Fuck me,” I muttered.

Scratch that. The last thing I needed to be thinking about right now was being fucked. That just wouldn’t do at all.

I went into the living room, picked up my now ice cold coffee, and glanced at the two terrariums again.

“Stop looking at me like that, will you please?” I muttered to Ellie and Nellie. “I promise, I’ll be good.”

They looked as though they didn’t believe me. Smart snakes. I wasn’t sure if I believed me, either.

My shower was an exercise in futility. What? Oh, no, I got clean. But it was interesting, to say the least. And frightening. I didn’t want to masturbate. Well, okay, let me rephrase that. I was afraid to masturbate, because I didn’t want to know where my thoughts might go if I did. I got ready for my shower quickly, and decided that I’d avoid using my hands on myself. I have this wonderful natural loofah scrubber on a long wooden handle. It’s an absolute necessity for exfoliating. Anyway, I thought that if I used just the loofah, and didn’t use my hands anywhere on my body, I might make it out of the shower without masturbating.

Yeah, yeah. I know it was stupid, but I was grasping at straws. You’ve never grasped at straws before?

Anyway, I got into the shower with the best of intentions. I soaked down the loofah, squirted body wash over it, and began to scrub.

Once again, so much for good intentions.

If you’re a female, and you’ve never had the experience of using a loofah to masturbate in the shower, I’m here to give you my official endorsement. You have to be careful, because they can be kind of rough, but it’s worth the risk.

As soon as the damned thing scraped across my nipples, I knew I’d lost the battle. Okay, so it wasn’t really a battle, it was more of a small skirmish. No? All right then, I’d already raised the white flag before the enemy even came into sight.

I pulled the loofah away from my nipples, and scrubbed down my back, then my arms, then my belly, then my legs and my still rather nicely shaped butt. Unfortunately, I’m not the kind of person who can leave unwashed body parts. The loofah was going to have to go between my legs eventually.

Might as well get it over with, I thought.

I parted my legs, and brought the loofah down across my mons, intending to be quick about this. Yeah, right. The best laid plans, and all that.

I gasped as the rough loofah scraped over the sensitive skin of my pussy. God, that’s good! I thought. Yeppers, it sure was. Too good. That thing wasn’t going to leave my genitals until I’d come. I knew it. You know it. What can I say?

I tried. I mean, I really, really tried. I conjured up images of a past girlfriend whom I’d been particularly in lust with almost constantly. I created a fictional woman in my mind, complete with enormous breasts and a thick dark thatch of pubic hair. For some reason, I thought the breasts and the pubic hair seemed important today.

They may have been important, but they failed utterly. In the back of my mind, I heard Janelle’s voice. “I love you, Aunt Meagan…”

My labia parted as if they had a mind of their own. The loofah scraped over my clit, and I shuddered, moaning loudly. It wasn’t a wordless moan, either.

“Oh, Janelle, baby…”

I had to grab the handle of the shower door to stay on my feet as the orgasm hit. I shuddered hard, feeling a warm gush of fluid run down my legs from my pussy. I clamped my legs together, locking the loofah in place, rocking it slightly as I ground myself into it. A second wave hit me.

“I love you, Aunt Meagan. Do it, please… Do it for me, Aunt Meagan…”

As the waves subsided, I pulled the loofah from between my legs, panting heavily. Meagan Bristol, you are truly one sick, fucked up slut, I thought disgustedly.

Muttering to myself, calling myself some very choice names, I got out of the shower and dried off quickly. I moisturized, brushed out my hair, decided to forgo the makeup, and went to get dressed.

Let’s see. Jeans, or jeans? Uhm… jeans, I think. I pulled on a pair of panties, followed them up with some old and comfy jeans, and pulled a red tee-shirt over my head. I skipped the bra, since it was just me and the two kids today. My decision to go braless had nothing to do with the fact that Janelle would be able to see my nipples poking through the material of the shirt. Honest. It didn’t.

I shoved my feet into a pair of old sneakers, and I was pretty much ready to go. I looked at the clock. It was nine-thirty. I still had a few minutes before I had to leave. I did my daily shutdown and reboot of the computer, checked my email, and then went and filled my huge travel mug with coffee before grabbing the car keys.

As I passed through the living room, Ellie and Nellie were looking at me as if to say, We know what you did. And we know what you were thinking when you did it.

“Come on, you two,” I said. “Knock it off, please? I’m really trying here.”

The look on their faces seemed to call me a liar.

Let me explain something about snakes. They care very little for what’s going on around them, unless they feel threatened or hungry. If you have a snake that was raised in captivity, it’s accustomed to humans. If your snake thinks about you at all, it most likely considers you to be some sort of a strange tree or something. In other words, they really aren’t emotional creatures. They’re nothing like a cat or a dog in that sense.

Today, though, I was seriously considering writing a paper on the topic of the emotional response of snakes to twisted, sick individuals they come into contact with. Ellie and Nellie were still regarding me with looks of stark accusation.

“Okay, here’s the plan,” I said to them. “Janelle and Sara will be here for the rest of the day and overnight. You two can keep an eye on things, and make sure that I don’t get out of line. Deal?”

Don’t even think about it, they seemed to be saying. We’ve got our eyes on you.

Good. That was taken care of. The snakes would be guarding Janelle. I felt better.

Have I mentioned to you that I’m a strange person? No? Well, I am.

I locked up the house, backed the Chevy out of the garage, and headed to my sister’s house to pick up Janelle. Kate met me at the door, grinning.

“I hope you’re ready for this,” she said. “She’s hyperactive this morning.”

I hope I’m ready for it, too, I thought. I didn’t say it, though. I would have had to explain myself. I wasn’t ready for that.

“She’ll be fine,” I said. “I love having her over, you know that.”

“And she loves visiting you,” she replied.

Suddenly, Janelle came bouncing through the door, one backpack slung over her shoulder, lugging two more in her hands. She was wearing cut-off denim shorts that showed off almost all of her legs. I mean, these were short-shorts. Above it, she wore a little midriff pullover top that left her belly exposed. White sneakers and ankle socks completed the outfit.

God help me, I thought.

“Hi, Aunt Meagan!”

“Hi, Sweetie! You need some help with those?”

She grinned, nodding. I took one of the backpacks from her hands.

“Give me a kiss goodbye, Honey,” said Kate. Janelle turned her face up to her mother, who stooped to smack her on the lips. “I’ll pick you up at Aunt Meagan’s after work tomorrow, okay? You have fun. Oh! Did you close your bedroom door? I don’t want to have to see that creature.”

Kate shot me a look. I blinked my innocence.

Janelle rolled her eyes, grabbing my hand. “Yes, Mom, I closed my bedroom door,” she said sarcastically.

I smirked at Kate. She stuck her tongue out at me.

“Bye, Honey. See you tomorrow,” Kate called as Janelle dragged me my Chevy.

“Bye, Mom. Love you!”

“I love you too,” Kate yelled.

I opened the rear hatch so we could stow Janelle’s backpacks. She got into the front seat with me for the trip to Sara’s house. The whole way there, I was acutely aware of her slender little thighs on the seat next to mine.

Stop it, Meagan. Ellie and Nellie will kill you and eat you.

“I hope Sara likes pizza,” Janelle said.

“Who doesn’t like pizza?” I replied.

“Ellie and Nellie?”

I laughed, and Janelle gave me one of her signature smiles. I melted inside. It was going to be a very long day and night.

When we pulled into the Davidson’s driveway, the door opened, and little Sara stepped onto the porch with a backpack on her shoulders, carrying a rather oversized duffel bag. The duffel bag was bigger than her. My god, I thought, she’s as bad as Janelle! Her outfit was a close match for Janelle’s; tight, very short shorts, sneakers, and a tank top. I suddenly found myself looking at her a bit differently.

Jesus fucking-A Christ, Meagan! Knock it off!

Colleen Davidson was standing in the doorway, watching Sara head down the steps. I had a sudden thought, grabbed my purse, got out, and went up on the porch. “Hi, Colleen,” I said. “How are you?”

“Fine, thank you,” she said with a wan smile.

“I’m going to give you my address and phone number,” I said, “just in case something comes up and you need to get in touch, or if you just want to check on Sara.”

Colleen nodded listlessly. I wrote the information down on a slip of paper and handed it to her. Over her shoulder, I could see a man I assumed to be the Davidson patriarch sitting in a recliner in the living room, watching television. There was a half empty bottle of vodka on the table next to him, the cap off, a glass about a third full of clear liquid next to it. He was wearing old jeans and a greyish, badly stained wife-beater tee-shirt. The wife-beater seemed to fit his personality.

Geez! It wasn’t even quite ten-thirty in the morning yet, and he was already into the vodka. How attractive is that?

Janelle had gotten out and was helping Sara carry her things to the Chevy. They stuffed everything in the back with Janelle’s things, and then climbed into the back seat. I saw them buckling their seatbelts. I turned back to Colleen. “Well, then,” I said, “I’ll drop Sara off at school with Janelle in the morning. And don’t worry, she’s in safe hands for the night.” I sincerely hoped that was a truthful statement.

Colleen gave me that ghost of a smile again, and nodded. “That’s fine, then,” she said. “Could you try to make sure she remembers to bring everything with her when she leaves? Sometimes she forgets things.”

I laughed. “Don’t worry, I’ll make sure everything is packed back up before they leave in the morning.”

“Thank you again,” she said. “It’s nice to see Sara finally making friends with someone.”

“I’m just the go-between,” I said. “Janelle is the one making friends with her.”

She smiled back, a genuine smile this time, I think. “Sara really likes her, too,” she said.

“Good! Let’s hope they become the best of friends.”

“Have fun with them,” she said. “Tell Sara her father will be here when she gets home from school tomorrow.”

“I will,” I said. “Bye, now.”

“Goodbye.” She moved back a step, and the door closed slowly.

There was no way I was going to remind Sara that her asshole dad was going to be waiting for her. I was certain that she was already more than aware of that fact.

I got into the Chevy and started the engine. The two girls were chattering away in the backseat. Sara was very animated today. But then, Janelle has that effect. You can’t help but be excited when she’s around.

I glanced in the rear view. “Okay, sistahs!” I exclaimed. “What’s the plan for today?”

The two heads came together for a moment, then I heard a loud cry, in unison. “PIZZA!”

I snorted. “That’s it? Pizza? That’s your grand plan for the day?”

Janelle shrugged. “Oh… we’ll figure it out, Aunt Meagan. Do you think it would be okay if Sara can hold Ellie and Nellie for a minute?”

“If she wants to, sure. They haven’t been fed recently, so they’ll be fine with being held.”

Snakes don’t appreciate being handled when they’ve recently been fed. It takes them a while to digest their food, and being held is uncomfortable for them when they’ve just had a snack.

Sara’s mouth formed a little O shape. “You really mean it?” she piped. “You’d let me hold them?”

“Of course, as long as you’re careful. Janelle handles them a lot.”

Her face lit up. “Oh, cool!”

“Wait’ll you see ’em, Sara,” said Janelle. “They’re way bigger than my snake is. Aunt Meagan’s had ’em for a long time, and they’re pretty big. They’re so pretty, too.”

Sara giggled. “My Mom would faint if she ever saw me holdin’ a snake.”

“Sweetie, a lot of people feel that way. Janelle’s Mom is having a hard time with her snake being in the house right now, too.”

“Why are people so scared of them?” she asked.

I looked in the rear view again. “Janelle, you want to explain that to Sara?”

Janelle nodded. “People are scared of ’em cause they don’t understand ’em. Most snakes aren’t poison, but lots of people think they all are. ‘An snakes that you get as pets were never wild snakes, they were born to be pets. If people would just give ’em a chance, they wouldn’t be such scaredy-cats.”

I was smiling in the front seat as I listened to Janelle’s explanation. Pretty well reasoned, especially for a nine-year-old.

“I used to be scared to death of ’em,” she continued. “But Aunt Meagan taught me stuff, and now I really love her two snakes, and mine, too!”

Sara was listening in rapt attention as the “expert” expounded further. “Wild snakes are good to have around, too, ‘cos they eat mice and rats and bugs and stuff. Pet snakes don’t do that, at least not if ya keep ’em in a terrarium. I guess if ya let ’em free in your house they would. But I don’t think my mom would like that very much.”

By now we were pulling into my driveway. I drove into the garage, and the girls flew out of the Chevy, dashed around to the back and began digging out their belongings. I unlocked the door, and we all stomped into my kitchen. Four backpacks and an oversized duffel bag wound up in the middle of the floor. Janelle was dragging Sara through the room by one hand.

“C’mon, Sara, you gotta see Ellie and Nellie!”

I shook my head, smiling, and followed them to the living room.

Ellie and Nellie stared at me. Have you been behaving yourself, Meagan? they seemed to be asking.

Bite me, I thought.

We don’t bite, you know that. But we could choke the life out of you.

Guilt-ridden? Me? Please…

Sara was cooing softly as she took in my two snakes. I’ve had Ellie for almost twelve years, Nellie for about ten. They’re both fully mature snakes, which means that their growth has slowed significantly. They’re both about seven feet long, and weigh about sixty pounds. When Janelle handles them, she’s always sitting on the floor. They’re too heavy for her to pick them up and carry around.

Sara looked up at me as I entered the room. “They’re huge!” she exclaimed.

“Yeah, they’re fully grown,” I said. “Do you like them?”

She nodded vigorously. “They’re awesome!”

“Later on, I’ll take them out and you can handle them,” I said. “If you want to, that is.”

“Oh, yeah!” Sara replied. “That’d be cool!”

“Okay, you two. What are we doing tonight?” I asked. “I mean, Janelle, what do you want to do for sleeping arrangements? Do you and Sara want the guest room? Or do you want to camp out on the floor in here tonight?”

“Aren’t you gonna sleep with us, Aunt Meagan?” she asked. “It’s a sleep-over party, ya know. We should all sleep together.”

I was afraid of that. Damage control? Yeah, right. Good luck.

“Okay,” I said, “then where do you want us to sleep? On the floor in the living room, or where?”

“Can’t we all just sleep in your bed?” She turned to Sara. “She has the biggest you’ve ever seen in your life!”

Great. So much for damage control.

I could feel Ellie and Nellie’s gaze, burning into my back. We’re watching you…

I forced a smile. “Okay then, my room it is Let’s get your things upstairs, and then we can figure out what we’re doing for the rest of the day.”

Continue on to Chapter 4