Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By Amanda Lynn

Lisa woke early the next morning. Although the sun was still below the horizon, its light bathed the room in a pale glow. She looked over at Charlie, who was sleeping soundly, and watched her for several minutes. Lisa was beginning to feel very protective of this young girl. She knew she needed to find her a place with her family where she could be safe and loved. Lisa then felt a pang of fear at the thought of losing her. Charlie had just come into her life, and in that very short time, she had become very dear to her.

Slowly she slid out of the bed, trying to not wake Charlie, and slipped into the robe that was hanging on the back of the bedroom door. She closed the curtains, then left the room, careful not to make any noise as she shut the door.

After making a cup of coffee for herself, Lisa went into the living room and sat on the sofa. Outside the window, the sky was brightening. It looked like it was going to be a beautiful day. As she sipped her coffee, Lisa thought back to their conversation from the night before, the things the girl had told her…

Charlie had said that after she ran away she lost track of time, just wandering the streets alone for several weeks. She recounted how she usually went to a soup kitchen for food, or sometimes stole things from convenience stores. At night she would slip into a homeless shelter where she tried to find a woman of the right age who could pass for her mother, and shadowed her. Charlie hoped this would fool anyone who worked there into believing that she was with her mom, and that they would not call child services. There was no way she was going back into foster care, she’d decided.

It was only a couple of days ago when the girl finally had thought of her aunt in Kamloops. Charlie could not recall the last time she’d seen her, but she knew her aunt was her mother’s older sister and vaguely remembered that she seemed to like Charlie and was nice to her. One of her mother’s possessions Charlie still had was a small leather journal that among other things contained the name, address, and phone number of her aunt. After stealing a provincial road map from the drug store, Charlie had set out for Kamloops.

Lisa spied the journal on the coffee table right where Charlie had left it the night before, following their conversation. She put down her cup and retrieved the journal, thumbing through until she found the page again with the aunt’s number. Lisa picked up her cell phone to call the woman, then found herself hesitating. She had to be certain that if she turned Charlie over to her, she would be well taken care of. And she also knew that once she dropped Charlie off with her aunt, that might be the last time she would ever see her. But did she really have any choice?

It was all too confusing. Lisa punched in the number and placed the phone to her ear. Her stomach was in knots. After a slight pause, she expected to hear the phone ringing on the other end. Instead, she was greeted by an automated voice.

“We’re sorry, but the number you have dialed is no longer in service. Please hang up and try your call again, or dial 411 for directory assistance.”

Lisa ended the call. She was sure she had entered the number accurately. She looked at the journal again, then dialed once more ensuring that she punched in each number correctly. Again she was answered by the same disembodied voice.

Ending the call for the second time, she opened up a browser on her laptop and accessed Canada411. Lisa typed in the aunt’s name and town, then tapped the enter button. The website returned zero hits. For the next several minutes Lisa tried different variations of the search parameters, including the reverse lookup feature. Still, there weren’t any hits.

Now she dialed another number. This time, after several rings, someone picked up.

“Hey, Sheryl, did I wake you?” Lisa asked cheerfully.

“What the fuck do you think?” came the grumpy reply. “It’s Saturday morning. Barely.” Her voice was dripping with sarcasm.

“I’m sorry, hon. I wouldn’t have called if it wasn’t important.”

“It bloody well better be, or I’m gonna charge you triple.”

“You do that. Can we meet for lunch today? Say 12:30, at McAlister’s?”

“Ugh… well, okay,” Sheryl replied half-heartedly.

“Thanks, sweetie. I owe you.”

“Goddamn right you do. Just wait until I get you alone again,” she teasingly threatened as she hung up.

Lisa smiled at the response. Sheryl was her lawyer and a good friend. A friend with benefits, as the cool kids say. Their relationship was professional during office hours and typically platonic after hours. But occasionally, maybe eight or nine times a year, they would get together at one of their homes to kick back with a bottle of wine and a movie. The night would end with both of them naked and spent, wrapped in each other’s arms.

She put the journal and her cell phone down, picked up the coffee cup, and relaxed on the sofa contemplating her course of action. It wasn’t long after that she heard her bedroom door open, and Charlie calling for her.

“Lisa? Where are you?”

“Out here, honey, in the living room,” Lisa answered. She heard the patter of bare feet running across the laminate floor.

Charlie came around the corner into the room, but abruptly stopped at the end of the sofa. Smiling at Lisa, she held one finger up. “Gotta pee. I’ll be right back.” Then she spun on her heel and rushed off.

Lisa laughed at the sight of the cute naked girl dashing away. It warmed her heart. There was no question Lisa was falling for her. She couldn’t deny that.

But really it’s just a sexual thing, she tried to convince herself. Once she’s safe with her family, she will become nothing more than a sweet memory I will treasure forever.

You’re so full of crap, exactly who are you trying to kid? a little voice deep inside replied.

“I’m back!” Charlie announced as she leaped onto her lap causing Lisa to jump.

She’d been so lost in thought, she hadn’t heard the young girl as she bounded back into the room. Lisa was glad she’d already put the empty coffee cup on the table. Charlie threw her arms around her neck and began covering her face with kisses.

“Last night was so perfect” — kiss, kiss, kiss — “do we really have to” — kiss, kiss, kiss — “go to my aunt’s house today?” the energetic girl asked pleadingly.

Lisa took Charlie’s face in both hands and looked into those beautiful brown eyes.

“No, you little nymph. We don’t have to go today,” she replied with a chuckle. Or tomorrow, or ever, Lisa thought to herself as she peppered Charlie’s face with just as many quick little kisses in loving retaliation. Then the woman placed her arms around the naked child and kissed her mouth the way lovers do.

As they kissed, she felt a hand slipping inside her robe to cup one of her breasts. The touch felt wonderful — but Lisa realized that if she didn’t stop her young sweetheart now, she wouldn’t be able to. With the residue of last night’s passion still clinging to her body, she decided that a trip to the shower would be a more prudent course of action for them to take.

Lisa broke the kiss and gently pushed Charlie off her lap. “Come with me,” she said, taking the girl by the hand.

Arriving in the bathroom Lisa got the shower going. Once she was satisfied with the temperature, she hung up her robe and stepped inside, then turned and beckoned to Charlie to join her.

Lisa watched as the girl slowly scanned her body from neck to knees, realizing that although the preteen had thoroughly explored her with mouth and hands the night before, she had never actually seen her naked before this.

“Can I wash you?” Charlie asked as she picked up the facecloth.

“Please do.” Lisa could feel butterflies in her stomach in anticipation of what might happen next.

Charlie soaped the facecloth and placed it on Lisa’s belly. Fixing her gaze on her hand, she began to gently wash Lisa, making small circles. Slowly she moved the cloth upward and to the side of Lisa’s torso, stopping at her armpit. Charlie brought the facecloth back down and under the woman’s breasts, soaping the undersides, tantalizingly close but not quite touching her erect nipples. Lisa was amazed at how sensual the 11-year-old could be. Charlie continued washing, carrying on to the opposite underarm, then eased around behind her.

Lisa stepped forward a bit, giving the girl more room to work. Charlie washed her back and then moved to her buttocks. After caressing each globe, she slid the side of her cloth-covered hand down the crack. Lisa felt Charlie lovingly wash her pussy from behind, sending tiny tendrils of pleasure snaking through her body. Her arousal mixed with the water and soap as her excitement grew, her breath coming faster. With her knees threatening to betray her, Lisa placed both hands on the shower wall for support.

After an extended and very thorough but tender scrubbing from behind, Charlie finally moved back around in front of Lisa. She rinsed out the facecloth, then knelt and wiped Lisa’s sensitive pussy clean of suds. Satisfied that all the soap was gone, Charlie dropped the cloth to the shower floor and used her thumbs to spread Lisa’s fleshy folds.

Lisa moaned. She inhaled sharply, and her breath caught as Charlie eagerly took her swollen clit into her mouth. Charlie licked and sucked at Lisa’s pearl, savoring the taste and texture as she held the woman’s ass, squeezing the cheeks.

Now Lisa was on the brink. Waves of desire raced through her body, the warm water of the shower making it that much more erotic. She took Charlie’s head in her hands, grinding her pussy into the child’s face.

Then her legs suddenly gave way and she fell to her knees, overwhelmed with passion. She cried out as the supernova inside her exploded. Lisa pulled the girl close and held on tight, burying her face in Charlie’s neck. She dared not let go for fear of collapsing on the tile floor as the powerful orgasm went on and on and on…

Lisa eventually released her death grip, much to Charlie’s relief. Still trembling, shaking with occasional aftershocks while trying to catch her breath, Lisa leaned back a bit and smiled weakly at Charlie. Then she noticed the panic on her face. “What’s wrong sweetie?” she asked.

“You scared me. You fell down, and you started crying,” the child croaked, almost sobbing herself.

“Oh, baby, I’m sorry if I scared you. But you made me feel so wonderful. I was crying tears of joy,” Lisa reassured her. “Now how about I wash you before we run out of hot water?”

“Okay,” Charlie nodded as she got to her feet. Concern was soon replaced with contentment.

Lisa picked up the facecloth and lathered it, then quickly scrubbed the girl’s arms, legs, and back. After turning Charlie away from her, she cleaned her little bum, much the way hers had been washed a short time earlier. Then she reached between Charlie’s legs and lovingly rubbed her pussy for several seconds before dropping the cloth.

“Charlie, honey. I want you to bend over and put your hands on the wall,” Lisa instructed. The girl looked at her with a quizzical gaze, but did as she was asked.

When Charlie was in position, Lisa knelt behind her and gently massaged her small bottom with both hands, leaving many soft kisses there. Then she spread her butt cheeks apart.

Charlie yelped. Her head swiveled back as far as it would go trying to find out what Lisa was doing. She couldn’t see, but she could definitely tell that Lisa’s tongue was teasing her rosebud. Her initial shock quickly faded away as the delightful new sensation made her juices flow.

“Oh, wow… no one has ever touched me there before,” Charlie cooed.

Lisa explored Charlie’s bum a while longer with her tongue, building the girl’s pleasure. Then she stood and placed her left hand on Charlie’s lower back to hold her in position while reaching between her legs with her right hand. She rubbed the child’s pussy, pushing her fingers through the soft, warm folds. Her middle finger slipped into her core, causing Charlie to let out a long moan.

The woman eagerly fucked her young lover in the shower, making sure to hit her swollen clit with each rapid stroke. Charlie whimpered as her hips rocked in rhythm to Lisa’s touch.

Lisa kept on pleasuring her until Charlie cried out, “Lisa, please, please! Yes!” Her body jerked as she came. Lisa helped Charlie stand up again, taking her into her arms from behind. She could feel the muscles rippling underneath the girl’s skin as the orgasm continued to chase through her.

She held Charlie close, softly caressing her, kissing her neck. Neither of them spoke. Slowly Charlie turned herself around, still in Lisa’s embrace. When Lisa looked down and saw love in the young girl’s beautiful brown eyes, she felt her heart melting.

Now look at what you have done, the little voice inside her said, as the lovers gazed at one another.

“We’d better get out and get some breakfast,” Lisa finally said, breaking the long silence. The water spraying them was turning cold.

After quickly drying themselves off, Lisa put her robe back on and Charlie covered up with a towel, then they headed to the kitchen.

“Bacon and eggs?” Lisa asked

“Yummy!” Charlie grinned. “Scrambled for me, please.”

The two chatted while Lisa puttered around preparing the food. She poured them each a glass of orange juice. Soon the kitchen was filled with the delicious aroma of frying bacon. The toaster popped. Lisa scooped up equal portions of scrambled egg, then put three strips of bacon and two slices of toast on each of their plates. After ensuring the elements were turned off, Lisa sat across from Charlie to enjoy her breakfast.

“I was thinking,” Lisa began, after a few forkfuls of scrambled egg, “we could go into town and get you some new clothes when we’re done eating.”

“That sounds like fun,” Charlie replied while buttering a slice of toast.

“I thought you might like that. Also, we’re going to meet a friend of mine for lunch,” Lisa continued. Charlie just nodded as she ate.

After breakfast, the two washed their face and hands. Lisa took a new toothbrush from the medicine cabinet and gave it to Charlie. With their teeth brushed, they dressed and headed out the door.

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