Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By Girl Lover

Bonnie walked into her house to find both of her parents waiting for her and instantly knew something was very wrong. Her dad motioned to the couch, “Sit down, Bonnie.”

She went over and sat on the edge of the couch, fidgeting nervously.

“Bonnie…” her mother began, “Alice’s mom was at the mall today and saw you with a strange-looking woman who was… touching and… kissing you. And she said you seemed to be letting her… and that you even kissed her back.”

Bonnie froze.

“She said the woman looked like some street thug, with dyed hair and a lot of tattoos.”

Her mouth suddenly became dry.

“Bonnie? Who is this woman?!” her father demanded.

She remained silent, looking down at the floor.

“BONNIE!” her dad yelled, startling her.

Her voice was barely a whisper, “Somebody I met…”

“WHERE DID YOU MEET HER?!” – “WHY WAS SHE KISSING YOU?!” – “HOW LONG HAS THIS BEEN GOING ON?!” – “WHO IS SHE?!” The questions were fired thick and fast, causing the little girl to recoil within herself.

“BONNIE!” Her dad seized her upper arms. “WHO IS SHE?!”

Terrified, the words spilled out of her before Bonnie knew it. “Her name is Raven. I’ve been going to her house every night and we’re in love.”

For several seconds, there was a deathly silence in the house as her mother covered her open mouth with her hand.

Her dad shouted, “YOU’VE BEEN SNEAKING OUT AT NIGHT TO GO TO HER HOUSE?!”

At the same time, her mom screamed, “You’re just a child! You don’t know what love is!” Then she pulled out her phone. “That woman is molesting you!! I’m calling the police!”

Bonnie looked up in alarm as her mom dialed, “No, don’t! She’s not molesting me! She loves me!”

“You don’t know what you’re talking about!” her father yelled, red in the face. “From now on, young lady, the only time you will leave this house is to go to school! And to make sure you never contact that woman again” — he yanked her phone out of her pocket — “no more phone!”

Bonnie gasped, wide-eyed in distress, “B-but… I… love her…”

As Bonnie heard her mother speaking to the police, her father scowled at her, “I’m disappointed in you, Bonnie. This is not how we raised you. To have thoughts like this. To sneak around behind our backs. No matter what you think, that woman does not love you. She’s sick and she’s only hurting you.”

With tears in her eyes, Bonnie cried out, “That’s not true! She does love me!”

“I don’t want to hear any more of this nonsense!”

“You don’t understand…” Bonnie sobbed.

“ENOUGH! NOW STOP IT!”

The nine-year-old ran to her room, slamming the door. Throwing herself on her bed, she curled up and cried. Everything was messed up. She would never be able to see Raven again. How did everything go so wrong? First Jennie, and now her.

A few minutes later, Bonnie heard a knock at the front door, then a strange voice speaking. Looking out her window, she saw a police car. She suddenly became very angry with her parents. They were going to get Raven in trouble! But Raven had never tried to hurt her or make her do anything she didn’t want to do. Raven loved her.

Feeling the tears coming back, Bonnie curled up on the bed again, sobbing.

She heard her bedroom door come open. Her mother said, “Bonnie, these two police officers would like to ask you a few questions.” Bonnie ignored her mom, not even acknowledging her existence.

She heard the officer’s voice, “Bonnie, can you tell us what this woman looked like?” The girl didn’t move or reply.

“Bonnie?!” her mother cried out. “Answer him!”

“Where does she live…? How did you meet her…? What is her name…?” The officer’s questions fell on deaf ears.

“BONNIE!” her father yelled. Bonnie still didn’t respond.

“If she won’t talk, there’s not much we can do,” the officer told her parents.

“There has to be something!” her mother beseeched. “She’s been seeing this woman.”

“I understand that, but we have nothing to go on.”

The officers left the room. Bonnie heard her door close, and a minute later, the police car driving away.

For hours, she just lay there, thinking of Raven, how much she loved her, and how she was suddenly gone from her life. As she looked around at everything in her room, she saw that none of these things brought her joy. Only Raven did… and now she was gone.

Shortly afterwards, Bonnie heard a noise outside her bedroom window. She looked up to see a man holding a set of bars up to the window and drilling into the wall. As she watched, she realized he was attaching the bars outside both of her windows, effectively creating a cage for her, a jail.

That evening at six o’clock, her mom came in to tell her to come to supper. She didn’t really have much of an appetite as she went to the dining room. She sat down, but only picked at her food as an unnatural silence settled over them. Her father just scowled at her, while her mother looked remorseful. Bonnie managed to eat no more than a few bites before her father finally told her to go to bed.

After she changed into her pajamas and crawled under the covers, she began crying again. The pain was too much. She couldn’t leave the house, or even call Raven and talk to her. She thought she would never be able to fall asleep, but eventually she did. In her sleep, she dreamed she was standing in the parking lot while Raven, astride her bike, was looking all around for her. Bonnie ran toward her friend, calling her name desperately, but Raven didn’t see her and drove away.

*****

Jennie leaned comfortably into Kala as they sat on the couch, watching a DVD of Darby O’Gill and the Little People. Kala’s arm was wrapped around the girl, lazily stroking her leg, as they finished eating last night’s pizza. Jennie seemed to be completely engrossed in the movie, which Kala didn’t think much about at first — but when she thought back to the shack Jennie had been living in, she couldn’t remember seeing a TV anywhere, so watching movies this way was probably a new experience for her.

Unlike Jennie, Kala wasn’t really paying attention to the movie. Her mind was on the consequences of having Jennie live with her. She wouldn’t be able to leave the house anytime she wanted as she had in the past because she didn’t want to leave Jennie by herself. There also would be expenses, such as new clothes, groceries, doctor visits if she got sick, school supplies… school! That was a problem. Her current school will soon see she’s no longer attending and will investigate, and once the police become involved — she couldn’t take Jennie to school anyway, because of the Burning Angels.

Kala frowned. What the hell was she supposed to do about that?! This was what Raven was warning her about when she’d tapped the tattoo on her chest. She certainly couldn’t take Jennie around the Burning Angels… so maybe she should turn Jennie over to the authorities, maybe to Child Protective Services.

Having no idea what to do, Kala finally turned her attention back to the DVD they were watching. Several minutes later, Jennie pointed at the girl in the movie, Katie, and asked, “Does she love him?”

“Yes.”

“Then why doesn’t she kiss him?”

“Some girls are shy… like you.” Kala poked Jennie’s belly, making her giggle.

Later in the movie, as the banshee was coming for Katie, Jennie covered her eyes and huddled tightly against Kala, who hugged her close. Kala enjoyed being able to comfort Jennie, and noticed how good it felt just holding her. When the movie ended, she noticed that Jennie seemed tired, and told her, “Come on, it’s getting late. You need a bath and then you should go to bed.”

The woman helped Jennie off the couch and into the bathroom, then realized that she didn’t have an extra toothbrush. She handed her own toothbrush to the girl, “Here, use mine.” As Jennie brushed her teeth, Kala began filling the tub. Jennie finished brushing her teeth by the time the tub was filled. Kala carefully undressed her, and after telling Jennie to hold her broken arm, she unbuckled the strap and removed the soft cast, then helped her into the tub.

Kala felt no lust as she slowly washed Jennie. She did not see a sexy young girl before her, but an injured child she cared very deeply for. She carefully rubbed the washcloth over the bruises on Jennie’s back, causing Jennie to flinch.

“I’m so sorry about what you parents did to you, Jennie. No one should ever hit you or treat you like that. That’s why I want you to stay with me. You can have all the things your parents didn’t give you.” Kala rubbed the washcloth across her legs, then gingerly washed her broken arm which had a purplish bruise on it.

“Jennie…” Kala paused, unsure how to explain what she needed to say, “…if you’re going to live with me, you can’t go back to school anymore.”

“Why not?”

“Because the school will notice that I’m not your mom and eventually, the police will find out what happened, and they’ll take you away from me. Also…” Kala paused again, “…I’m going to be leaving soon.”

“Where are you going?”

“Someplace else…”

Jennie’s face became agitated, “I don’t want you to go! Please don’t leave me!”

“I won’t,” Kala quickly assured her. And before she realized what she was saying, she added, “I’ll take you with me. Later, after we come back, I’ll try to figure out how to get you back in school.”

Kala finished bathing the girl, dried her off, and put her cast back on. As they lay in bed that evening, for the first time Kala’s mind wasn’t on sex. She wanted to comfort Jennie, and was also very worried about the future with this newfound responsibility she had undertaken.

After Jennie fell asleep, snuggled up with her teddy bear, Kala gazed at her, seeing her in a new light. Lightly stroking her arm, she looked at the child’s hand, comparing it with her own. It was so tiny and delicate, like she was. How could anybody want to hurt someone so small and fragile?

As Kala watched Jennie sleeping peacefully, and thought about everything, she knew she was in love, really in love. She turned to the side, reaching down and pulling her jacket off the floor to fish around in the pocket. She pulled out the crayon pictures Jennie had made and looked at them. In the crude drawings, she saw Jennie’s hope and desire. More than that, she saw a glint of happiness. Kala was the only source of happiness the girl had in that hell-hole where she’d been forced to live.

She smiled at the drawing of the two of them holding hands with a heart up above. That did it. She couldn’t give Jennie up. No matter what.

Slowly she raised up and slid off the bed. Picking up her jeans and shirt, she carried them to the living room and quietly put them on, then walked through the garage over to Raven’s. After a knock on the door, Raven opened it.

“I’m keeping her,” Kala told her flatly.

“So this is more than just a fling, huh? What about the Burning Angels?”

“I don’t care,” Kala paused, then added quietly, “I love her…”

“If you love her, you’ll take her to the police.”

“Could you leave Bonnie that easily?!”

“Yes!” Raven stated defiantly. “Bonnie has a good home, and I’m not about to fuck her life up by taking her around Jadis and the others. Leave her, Kala! You had your fun, now say goodbye!”

“I can’t,” Kala wiped her eyes. “She needs me…”

“Are you crying?” Raven asked dubiously.

“She needs me,” Kala repeated, “…and I need her.”

“So you’re going to take her around Jadis, Diamond, and the others?”

“What else am I supposed to do?”

“Leave her!” Raven told her sternly.

“I can’t do that!”

“If you take her there, she’ll be considered common-law property. To be shared by all the Burning Angels.”

Angrily, Kala growled, “She’s mine!”

Raven leaned closer, speaking slowly and quietly, “Not to Jadis and the others, she’s not. You know what they’re like. They’re not gentle or loving. They’ll tear her apart.”

Kala’s eyes widened at the thought of all the Burning Angels taking their turns at Jennie, using her, then throwing her away for the next woman to use. Her eyes flashed with rage, “If anyone touches her…”

“You can’t protect her,” Raven warned as Kala stared back wide-eyed.

*****

Kala woke up. She had gone to bed hours ago, snuggled up against Jennie. Looking over, Kala’s breath stopped when she saw that Jennie wasn’t there. Alarmed, she threw back the covers and jumped out of bed.

“Jennie…?” she called worriedly as she first peeked in the bathroom, then ran out to the living room. There, she found Jennie holding one of the CDs from the shelf and looking at it. Breathing a sigh of relief, she hurried over to Jennie and squatted down before her. “Are you okay?”

Jennie nodded, and Kala hugged her, “What are you doing out here?”

Putting the CD back, Jennie said quietly, “I hadda go pee, and everything seemed strange. I thought I was back home, then I remembered I’m not at home anymore, so I just started looking round.”

“It’s okay. Come on, let’s go back to bed.”

Kala stood up and led the girl back to the bedroom. After helping her into bed, Kala pulled the blanket over them. She looked at Jennie’s face and gently stroked her cheek, “Jennie?”

Jennie looked at her. Kala whispered, “I love you.”

“I love you too,” Jennie whispered back, smiling.

Kala kissed her, then stroked her hair as the child tucked her head under Kala’s chin. Minutes later, Jennie was asleep, breathing softly. Kala held her, her eyes staring into the darkness as Raven’s words echoed in her head, ‘You can’t protect her…’

*****

Slolwy, Kala came awake and opened her eyes. She was on her back, staring at the ceiling. It was light outside. Sunday morning. Sensing someone beside her, she suddenly remembered Jennie, and turned to look at her.

The little girl was sleeping soundly with her lips slightly parted, a quiet snore issuing from them. Her good arm was stretched up over her head with her legs flung out above the covers. Kala thought the kid looked so cute and funny lying that way, she couldn’t resist touching her, poking her tummy. She knew Jennie was ticklish, and sure enough, Jennie stirred and jerked slightly as a small gasp escaped her lips. Her eyes fluttered open and she looked at Kala, smiling the biggest smile.

“Hi,” Kala said to her.

“Hi,” Jennie whispered back, grinning sheepishly.

“Are you still tired, or d’ya want some breakfast?”

Jennie’s eyes turned up, looking toward the ceiling as she thought about it. “I…… think…… I’m……” she answered slowly, pausing a couple seconds between each word… “hungry!”

Kala laughed under her breath, “Okay.”

The woman raised up, getting to her hands and knees, then seeing Jennie lying there in her bed, propped herself across the girl, smiling down at her. She’s just so beautiful, Kala thought to herself. Brushing some hair away from Jennie’s face, she bent down and softly kissed her mouth.

As their lips parted, Jennie sighed, “I like it when you kiss me.”

“I like it too,” Kala whispered. Then, with a sly look, she asked, “What else do you like about me?”

Jennie smiled shyly and didn’t say anything, but Kala saw her gaze move to her breasts dangling above the girl. “You like my boobs?” she asked, swaying side to side, making them swing back and forth. Jennie’s eyes widened, her pupils moving left and right as they followed the hypnotic sight.

Marveling at this, Kala told her, “You can touch them if you want. Don’t be afraid.”

The child reached out, gently poking one of her nipples. Kala tried to keep a straight face. Despite how erotic this was, it was also really funny. That was one of the reasons Kala loved her.

Jennie rubbed her finger back and forth over Kala’s nipple, then cupped the breast in her hand, feeling its heft. She had been fascinated by Kala’s boobs ever since they’d met three nights earlier.

“They’re all yours,” Kala encouraged.

“All mine?” Jennie asked wondrously.

“Uh-huh. Whenever you want.”

“All mine,” Jennie murmured proudly to herself as she pinched an erect nipple.

Kala’s sides gently shook with silent laughter, thinking, ‘She is so cute!’

After a few minutes, Kala said, “Come on, let’s go get some breakfast,” helping Jennie sit up, protective of the broken arm. Watching to see if she needed more help, she followed closely behind her as she first went to the bathroom, then out to the kitchen.

Kala opened the fridge, letting Jennie look inside. “What do you want?”

Jennie just shrugged her shoulders.

“Pancakes?” Kala suggested.

“Yeah!” the girl nodded excitedly. Kala took the milk and pancake mix and syrup out, then proceeded to make breakfast for both of them. As they were eating, Kala remembered that she needed to take Jennie clothes shopping that day.

Later that morning, Kala and Jennie drove over to the mall, taking Jennie’s backpack with them. They bought several items of clothing and a new toothbrush. Then Jennie asked if she could go look at toys again. Kala agreed. As the little girl browsed the aisles at Kay-Bee, Kala watched her, remembering how Jennie had given no answer when Kala asked what kinds of toys she had.

Jennie slowly perused the selection until she found one thing she especially liked. Kala looked at it in disbelief. It was a Barbie doll riding a crotch rocket similar to hers, with a sidecar attached carrying what looked like a small dog. The label said: Barbie Spy Squad – Secret Agent Motorcycle. Jennie held the box in her hands, examining it eagerly.

Kala knelt down next to her, “You like that?” Jennie nodded, smiling. Chuckling to herself, Kala took the toy to the register and paid for it. Then she turned to Jennie, “Okay, we need to get some groceries now, but first we’ll have to drop this stuff off back home.”

They left the mall hand in hand. After Kala divided up the clothes, putting half in Jennie’s backpack and the other half and the new toy in the bag attached to the back of her Honda, they rode to Kala’s house, and then after that to HEB, where Kala let the girl choose whatever cereal and other things she might like to eat since Kala didn’t know.

Back at the house, Kala cleaned out some of the drawers in her room for Jennie’s new clothes and laid her toothbrush on the bathroom counter. As she walked out to the living room, she saw Jennie sitting on the floor with the Barbie motorcycle. Kala leaned against the doorframe, watching as Jennie pushed the motorcycle around in circles with Barbie and the little dog riding it. Then, Jennie picked up the dog, turned it around so Barbie and the pup were facing each other, and pushed their faces together.

‘They’re kissing’, Kala remarked to herself humorously, ‘She’s pretending that it’s me and her, and we’re kissing.’ After watching a few more minutes, Kala sat down beside the girl, “Is your arm feeling okay?”

“Mmm-hmm. But, um, Barbie’s hair doesn’t look like yours. Can you cut it?”

“Sure,” Kala said, springing up to grab some scissors, then returning. She cut off all of Barbie’s hair, leaving a quarter-inch strip down the middle.

“Now she looks like you,” Jennie smiled.

Kala chuckled, “Let me see what I have for lunch.”

For the rest of the day, Kala experienced what it was like to be a mother. Though a stark contrast to being a loner with complete freedom, she surprised herself by how much she enjoyed taking care of Jennie: making lunch for her, helping her carry things, checking on her arm… she even didn’t mind Jennie wanting to watch some annoying TV show, because she loved cuddling with her on the couch.

That evening as they lay naked together in bed, facing one another, Kala saw that Jennie had a questioning look on her face, “What?”

“Remember this morning when you said that your boobies were all mine?”

“Yeah.”

“Are they still mine?”

Kala snickered quietly, “Sure.”

Jennie didn’t say anything for a while. Kala waited, knowing the girl needed time to think what she wanted to ask. After a minute, Jennie said, “I want to do something, but I don’t want you to make fun of me.”

With a gentle hug, Kala reassured her, “I would never make fun of you.”

“And please don’t tell ever Bonnie or Raven,” Jennie added. “I would die if they knew.”

Thoroughly intrigued by now, Kala promised she wouldn’t tell anyone. Jennie blushed, then haltingly went on, “I… want to know… if…”

Kala could see that the child was highly embarrassed by what she intended to ask, so she waited patiently.

“Can I, um…” Jennie took a deep breath, “…put your boobie in my mouth? …y’know, like a baby drinking from it?”

Kala sat stunned. That was the last thing she’d ever expected Jennie to ask. For several seconds, she couldn’t respond at all. It seemed shocking that a little girl would want such a thing, but as Kala thought about it, the idea became more and more erotic. As she imagined Jennie suckling at her breast, she silently mouthed ‘Oh my God’ in her arousal.

Then she remembered that Jennie was still waiting for an answer. “Yes, I — I would love that!”

“You won’t think I’m weird?” Jennie asked apprehensively.

Kala stroked her hair, “No, of course not.”

She shifted a bit, moving up on the bed so her breasts were aligned with Jennie’s face. The child’s eyes were wide-open, visibly sparkling in desire. Kala lifted her breast with one hand and slowly drew Jennie’s head to it with the other. Jennie parted her lips, took the engorged nipple into her mouth, and began to suck.

With Jennie staring up at the woman’s face as her mouth squeezed in and out in its efforts at suckling, Kala kept her hand on the back of her head, tenderly holding her in place. It was hard to explain why, but to Jennie this felt very relaxing and comforting. After a while, she closed her eyes and luxuriated in the warm closeness.

Though this was may have been the single most erotic act Kala had ever experienced, it did make her reconsider some things as she cradled the girl, stroking her hair. Jennie, with her fucked-up non-existent childhood, had perhaps never really had the chance to be a baby, never knew what it was to be so intimate and safe with someone who loved her. And like Jennie, Kala was feeling something new and special too… not merely sexual, but one of those maternal bonding moments. In the deep love that she was feeling, Kala bent over and softly kissed Jennie on the top of her head as she suckled.

After a while, Kala’s lust took over. Her hand inched downward, sliding along Jennie’s smooth, supple skin till it came to rest between her thighs. Then her fingers casually tickled the puffy outer labia before she carefully pressed her middle finger into the warm slit.

Jennie’s eyes widened as she looked up at Kala in surprise, pulling off the breast, leaving a strand of saliva connecting her lips to the wet nipple. Kala’s finger eased farther in, causing Jennie’s hips to jerk slightly.

“Does this feel good?” Kala whispered, her finger sliding slowly up and down.

“Yeaahh…” Jennie breathed, her eyes closing, “Oooh, really good.”

Seeing that Jennie’s mind wasn’t on breastfeeding any more, Kala moved down on the bed and planted her lips over the child’s vulva. Kala’s tongue slid up and down and around her closed slit, before using her thumbs to part the girl’s labia. Kala was always amazed at how small Jennie’s clit was. Pressing her tongue inside, Kala bathed her as Jennie grew very quiet and still, with only her hips jerking from time to time.

Her twitching became stronger and Kala’s ears detected a slight moaning as Jennie’s orgasm began to take hold. Then, without warning, it burst forth, causing Jennie to cry out as if in pain, “Eeeeeeaaaaawww…” And almost as suddenly as it began, it ended. Jennie sank into the bed, gasping for air as her body occasionally twitched from tiny aftershocks of pleasure.

Kala crawled up and lay next to the child, gathering her into her arms and cradling her. Jennie, her eyes still closed and panting, whispered, “Kala…”

“I’m right here.”

Jennie didn’t say anything else. She had fallen asleep. Reaching down, Kala pulled the covers over them. Then once again cradling her, Kala fell asleep too.

*****

A few miles away, Bonnie was curled up on her bed in the darkness. She had been there all day long, leaving only a couple of times to get a drink of water or to use the bathroom. Her mother had come in several times to check on her, to see if she was ill, and to try to get her interested in doing something, anything, but the girl wouldn’t respond to her. She just lay there listlessly, occasionally crying. To Bonnie, this was no longer her family or her home, but had become a prison instead.

Now, late Sunday night as she lay awake, she could hear her parents talking about her just outside her bedroom door.

“I think she’s sick, Henry. She hasn’t eaten a thing, and all she does is lie there and cry.”

“She’ll get over it. She’s just upset because she’s grounded,” her father replied. “In another day or two, she’ll forget all about that woman.”

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