Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By Amanda Lynn

Cheryl thumbed the recorder and sighed. “Jesus, girl. You had quite the week, I’d say.”

“Well, it gets better. I must admit, though,” Amanda chuckled, “my sex life is not usually that exciting. I guess the planets were aligned just right that week.”

The lesbian couple laughed at that.

Cheryl scribbled a few more notes down on her pad before looking over at Lisa. Lisa nodded in response to the question Cheryl didn’t need to vocalize. They looked back at Amanda.

“We still have a few hours left before you need to get to the airport,” said Cheryl. “Would you like to go back to our place to finish telling your story? I think we’d be a lot more comfortable in our living room instead of on these benches.”

Amanda studied the women, glancing from one to the other then back again. I wonder what these two are up to, Amanda thought. With a smile, she accepted their offer.

The bill was paid and they left the café. Amanda got in the backseat of Cheryl’s car, and Lisa sat up front with her wife. The women chatted as they headed out of the city and into the suburbs. They soon arrived at a modest bungalow in a quiet subdivision. Cheryl parked, and they all went inside after Lisa unlocked the door.

Amanda removed her shoes and was led into a beautifully decorated living room where she was offered a seat. She settled into an armchair and Cheryl sat at one end of the sofa across from her. Lisa had disappeared into the kitchen only to return a short time later with a bottle of wine and three glasses.

Cheryl poured the wine as Lisa sat beside her, and handed a glass to Amanda. “Cheers,” she said, and the three clinked their glasses together.

“So, whenever you’re ready, Amanda,” Cheryl nodded, placing the recorder on the coffee table and pushing the red button.

Amanda took a drink of wine and watched as Lisa wrapped an arm around Cheryl and cuddled up next to her, nuzzling and kissing her cheek. Amanda could feel the flush of her skin as she took in their warm display of affection. She had definitely become aroused herself in the café as she was recounting her erotic adventures, and now wondered if these two were equally turned on. Clearing her throat, she continued her story.

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The next day, Thursday, I found myself consuming copious amounts of coffee, and occasionally standing at the back of the room, just trying to keep from falling asleep in the warmth of the conference room.

I had to smile to myself, thinking of what the privates and corporals I’d once taught would say if they could see me now — the ones I used to admonish for staying out late and drinking, and most likely fucking, when they knew they had early classes the next day. As an instructor at one of the military’s many trades training schools, I often saw this sort of behavior. Drinking and screwing after hours was common practice for young men and women alike, the same as at any college or university. God knows I did my share of that when I was in their shoes.

It seemed the end of the day would never arrive. Eventually, 6:00 PM rolled around and I left the building, glad to be free. The cold December air felt refreshing as it nipped at my exposed skin, helping to wake me up as I made my way back to my hotel.

When I stepped out of the elevator, I saw Jeannie standing by the door to my room. She smiled sweetly as she saw me approach. Even dressed in a pair of jeans and a baggy sweatshirt, the girl still looked intoxicating.

“Hey, there, beautiful,” I greeted her.

“Hey yourself,” she cooed as I took her in my arms and kissed her.

“Did you have fun last night?” she asked, while I fished out the keycard and unlocked the door.

“Yup. It was a late night, though, and I’m bagged.”

“Oh.” Jeannie’s smile disappeared. “Would you rather I left you alone to get some rest?”

“Not at all.” I playfully slapped her butt and guided her inside the room. “I was thinking maybe just some room service and a movie.”

“Okay. As long as you don’t invite the room service girl in for a threesome.” Her smile had returned.

“Honey, I don’t think I would have the energy,” I said, unbuttoning my uniform. “I’m going to take a quick shower. Why don’t you order us something to eat?”

“Sure,” the pretty brunette said. She headed to the desk and picked up the room service menu and began to thumb through it.

Once I was undressed, I turned on the shower and stepped under the cascading water. Moments later I felt a pair of arms wrap around me and soft kisses being placed on my back.

“Why don’t we have something to eat before I call room service?” the girl said, her voice low and seductive. Her hand moved across my belly, down to my pussy. She toyed with my clit, causing me to moan and flinch. Jeannie pushed a finger through my folds and into me. Slowly, she moved it in and out as she kissed and licked my back.

“Sit,” she directed after a few moments, and I obeyed, perching on the tile seat.

The naked girl knelt before me and spread my legs apart, then ran her hands up and down my inner thighs. Droplets of warm water from the shower splashed over her back and shoulders and onto my face and chest.

As I watched Jeannie tease me, I could feel my arousal grow. I played with my nipples, and she leaned in and began to kiss my thighs. She kissed and licked her way along my flesh, lingering for just a moment after each touch, then continuing on until she was at my pussy. Then she looked up, gazing into my eyes and licking her full, luscious lips.

Jeannie’s lips reminded me very much of the actress Angelina Jolie. She too has such lips, a mouth that can bring me orgasm as I fantasize about having the woman hold me and kiss me and then make love to my pussy with her luscious mouth.

After giving me a smile, Jeannie spread my labia and then licked from my anus straight up to my clit. She did this again and again. Each pass was slow and deliberate, taking her time to dip into my core and pull my juices out and onto my slit. Jeannie swirled her tongue around my clit, slowly teasing my sensitive flesh before moving back down again. I moaned and whimpered, little bolts of electricity shooting through me. My heart was racing, and my breathing became ragged.

“Oh, fuck, Jeannie,” I grunted. “That feels so good.”

She kept licking, occasionally pausing to flick her tongue over my throbbing clit. My body jerked and flinched at the assault. My moans were loud and long. I reached down and tried to grab her head, to push my aching cunt into her face and fuck her. Jeannie just shook my hands away from her head and attacked my pussy again.

It was getting harder to breathe. The damp, steam-filled air in the bathroom didn’t help. I gripped at the slippery bench I was sitting on in an attempt to keep from sliding off. My orgasm was building in me. That familiar pressure was growing, climbing toward a thunderous release.

Jeannie must have sensed my approaching climax and sucked my clit into her mouth as she plunged two fingers deep into me. I bucked against her hand and cried out in pleasure.

“Jesus, Jeannie! Fuck me!!”

She did. Her fingers pumped in and out of my soaked pussy as she sucked on my swollen clit, flicking it with her tongue. The orgasm hit me with force, and I screamed as my vision blurred and my ears were filled with a dull roar. My body shook as I gasped for breath, finding it hard to stay seated on the slick bench.

Slowly I came down from my blissful high. I struggled to open my eyes and focus on the visage that was in front of me. Jeannie was kneeling on the shower floor resting on her heels. Her hands were on my knees, gently caressing them. She was smiling at me, so innocently, as if she had no idea what she had just done to me.

“Did I do well?” she asked.

I sat up and reached out, brushing her face with the back of my hand. “Indeed you did, baby.”

I stood, my legs a bit wobbly, and helped Jeannie to her feet. The water was starting to run cold. I shut off the taps and pulled the sweet young woman into my arms, kissing her deeply. I guided her out of the shower and grabbed a large towel and dried her body quickly. She cried out in surprise when I lifted her up and set her on the counter in one fluid motion.

Jeannie was a beautiful sight to behold, sitting there on the counter laughing. A few drops of water fell from her wet hair and trickled down her shoulders and across the smooth olive skin of her chest.

I moved toward her and kissed her. My hands found the silky-smooth skin of her shoulders. I caressed them and her upper arms. I pushed my tongue into her eager mouth, and she wrapped her arms around me. Breaking the kiss, I nibbled on her ear. She moaned as I kissed and nipped at her neck. My hands moved to her chest and teased her nipples with my thumbs and forefingers.

Jeannie grabbed my face and pulled it back to her, kissing me again. As our tongues danced, my hand found her bald pussy and gently rubbed it. I dipped a finger into her for a moment, lubricating it, before I touched her clit and explored it. She moaned into my mouth spreading her legs wide. I moved my fingers in circles around the swollen bud, and she pushed her hips against my hand.

“You like that?” I asked.

“Uh-huh.”

“You want more?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Tell me what you want.” I looked into her eyes.

She stared back, her mouth open. She was breathing rapidly now, gasping for each breath.

“I want to come,” she croaked.

“Oh, do you now? How would you like me to make you come?” I whispered, licking my lips.

She groaned as I bent down and sucked on a nipple, trapping it between my teeth and pulling on it. She cried out and bucked.

“I want you to fuck me, Amanda!”

“How?” I asked, my fingers still tormenting her clit.

“Argh! With your fingers. Fuck me with your fingers!”

“How many?” I teased as I slowly slid my hand down to her opening through her folds. She was wet, very wet, and her body quivered and shook with anticipation.

“Goddamn it, Amanda,” she said between breaths, “stop teasing and… fuck me!”

I laughed and said, “Okay, sweetie,” as I pushed two fingers into her.

“Yes!” she hissed.

I fingered her pussy much as she had done to me not that long ago. She moaned and bucked. Again, she grabbed my head and pulled me in to kiss me. She was breathing hard and clung to me. I fingered her quickly for a few moments, then I slowed, only to increase the tempo once again.

Jeannie whimpered, “Yes… right there… uh-huh, uh-huh.”

She leaned back on the counter, resting on the palms of her hands. Jeannie twitched and squirmed, then jerked violently when I curved my fingers up and found her g-spot. I gently massaged it, causing her to groan.

“Unhh, yes… yes… don’t stop, don’t stop!”

Her head was tilted back against the mirror. Her eyes were closed, and her mouth was open. She didn’t make a sound for the longest time. Only the spasms visibly rippling through her body gave me an indication of the pleasure she was feeling.

Finally, she gasped loudly, sucking air into her lungs. Jeannie flung herself forward, wrapping her arms around me and burying her face in my shoulder. She let out a long, high-pitched squeal. I could feel her muscles rippling across her body as the orgasm continued to rocket through her. Or maybe it was her second orgasm I was feeling. Jeannie cried against my neck, and I pulled my hand from her pussy and held her tight until the tremors stopped.

The girl sat back against the mirror, still panting. Opening her eyes, she looked at me. Her cheeks were tear-stained. She slowly shook her head as she spoke. “You are an evil bitch.” Her tone was flat. She sat rigid, her face emotionless.

I just stood there, not sure what to say. I had no idea what I’d done to make her say such a thing. My mind raced trying to figure out how I was going to fix it — once I figured out what it was. Although I knew there wasn’t any real future for us as a couple, I didn’t want us to part with her hating me.

I studied her face. Jeannie continued staring at me, her lips pursed. Tentatively I reached for her hand and took it in mine. Just as I was about to speak, her lips curled and she began to laugh. “Gotcha!”

She continued laughing, almost hysterically. I felt flush with embarrassment and started to chuckle myself. As I pulled her from the counter, she wrapped her legs around my hips and her arms around my neck.

“Touché,” I said as we kissed. Then I carried her to the bed, setting her down.

Jeannie let go of me and fell back, bouncing on the mattress. I grabbed a towel and dried myself before I slipped on my silk robe. Jeannie also finished drying and then put on one of the terry cloth robes. We ordered room service and ate some supper, then watched a couple of movies as we cuddled on the bed.

“Amanda, I had an idea.”

I turned to look at her. “About?”

“Well, I was thinking,” she began, tracing her fingers along my arm. “You could check out of here tomorrow morning and come stay at my place on Friday night. Then I can drive you to the airport Saturday afternoon.”

“That sounds like an excellent Idea,” I replied. “Does the hotel have a secure lockup for my luggage while I’m at the seminar?”

“Sure we do.”

“Then it’s a date.”

We lay there a while longer, and Jeannie noticed that I was having a hard time keeping my eyes open. She unwrapped herself from my arms and got up. “You’re so tired. I’m going to take off and let you get some sleep.” She kissed me softly before standing and retrieving her clothes from the floor.

“Umm… you’re right.” I got up off the bed, yawning.

“I’ll see you tomorrow then,” Jeannie said, and we embraced and kissed goodnight.

After Jeannie was gone, I quickly packed everything in my suitcase I wouldn’t need the next day, just to save time in the morning. With that done, I crawled into bed and drifted off into a peaceful sleep.

The next morning, I checked out of my room and left my luggage with the clerk at the front desk. The day seemed to go by quickly, and once the seminar was over, I made my way back to the hotel. Jeannie was waiting for me in the lobby, a big smile on her face. She rushed up to me, and we hugged.

“How was your day?” she asked.

“Good, but I’m glad it’s over. How about you? A good day?”

“Much better now that you’re here,” Jeannie smiled. “There’s a place just down the hall where you can change. Then we can go straight to the restaurant from here.”

I collected my luggage and Jeannie led me to a small room with a “Staff Only” sign posted outside. She produced a key from her pocket and unlocked the door. The room was small with a row of lockers along one wall. There were some chairs and benches, a counter with two sinks and a mirror above it. There appeared to be a single toilet and a shower stall in the back.

“This room is almost never used, but it’s here for the staff to change before or after work if they want to,” Jeannie explained.

I quickly changed out of my uniform and put on suitable attire for going out to dinner. I repacked my bags and checked myself in the mirror.

“You look beautiful,” said my date. “Ready to go?”

“I am. Let’s rock and roll.”

We loaded my luggage into her car, then headed off to a nice Italian restaurant downtown where we enjoyed an excellent meal and pleasant conversation. It was not quite 8:00 PM when we arrived at her apartment.

Jeannie opened the door and turned on the lights before stepping back and motioning for me enter. The apartment was a small two-bedroom design with open concept kitchen, dining area, and living room. It was neat and clean but still had a pleasant air of being lived in.

“Make yourself at home. I’ll get us some wine,” Jeannie smiled as she headed for the fridge.

I took off my shoes and hung up my coat, then walked over to the sofa and sat. “This is a cute little apartment,” I commented.

“Thanks. It’s a bit of a commute to work, but the rent is doable,” Jeannie said from the kitchen as she poured the wine. She made her way to the sofa and handed me a glass before sitting beside me.

Jeannie put her hand over mine and looked me in the eye. “I wish you didn’t have to leave tomorrow. It’s been so much fun being with you this week.” She kissed me on the cheek as a single tear rolled down her face.

A lump caught in my throat. “Oh, Jeannie.” My voice was soft. I put an arm around the girl, hugging her shoulder to mine and tilted my head toward hers as she did the same.

After a moment, I sat up and took her glass from her, setting both on the coffee table. Then I turned to her and put a hand on either side of her face and looked into her eyes. I could see the sadness in them.

I smiled and kissed her tenderly. “I’m going to miss you too, but let’s not think about that now.”

Kissing her again, I wrapped my arms around her and fell back onto the sofa, pulling Jeannie’s body on top of mine. Her kisses were gentle and loving at first, as she played with my bottom lip, sucking on it and pulling it into her mouth. Then her tongue darted out, playing with mine, teasing me.

I could feel the excitement building in me, and my hands roamed her back. I pulled at her shirt, freeing it from her pants. I felt the warmth of the exposed skin of her lower back. My hand moved up under her shirt, and along her spine, feeling the slight protrusion of each vertebra. I then dipped a hand back down and just under the waistband of her pants. They were tight and wouldn’t allow more than the tips of my fingers underneath.

Jeannie was now kissing my neck, nibbling at the soft flesh. I felt the heat rise in my face and across my chest. We were both breathing hard. She pulled back and eagerly worked at the buttons on my shirt, our movements becoming more aggressive.

The sound of someone loudly clearing their throat caused me to jump. Jeannie pushed herself off me and got to her feet. I tried to sit up, pulling my shirt closed, gripped by panic as I stared in disbelief at the person in the doorway. Girlfriend? Wife? Has Jeannie been lying to me? Oh crap! 

I looked quickly around for an escape route. The only exit appeared to be blocked.

“So. I guess this is why you haven’t called me.” The woman’s tone was flat. She was looking directly at me.

Jeannie crossed the room, meeting our visitor just inside the doorway.

I tilted my head as I examined the woman. I thought I recognized her face but couldn’t place her — until she removed her coat, that is, and I saw the hotel uniform. Then the realization struck me. Oh, my god!

“Hey, Sasha,” Jeannie said sweetly as she kissed the brunette on the lips. “We have company.”

“Yes, I see that.”

After handing her coat to Jeannie, Sasha untied her shoes and took them off, then walked toward me and sat down in an armchair. She looked at me with a wry smile. I studied her expression and relaxed a bit, still waiting for an explanation.

Jeannie sat next to me, putting an arm around my shoulder and kissing my cheek. I looked at her, then back to Sasha. Jeannie placed a finger on my chin and turned my face toward hers.

“It’s okay,” she said, leaving little kisses on my lips and cheeks. “Sasha just wants to watch. For now.”

I didn’t know what to think. I was subconsciously kissing Jeannie back, all the while keeping my eyes on Sasha.

“She already knows all about us. I tell her everything,” Jeannie confessed.

My trepidation was slowly melting away. I watched Sasha as she undid her tie and opened her vest. I was becoming aroused again as Jeannie kissed me and her hand explored inside my shirt.

Jeannie cupped my breast and squeezed it. She broke the kiss and gripped my chin, roughly turning my face toward her.

“I’m over here,” she hissed. Where the hell did that come from? 

Before I could respond, she kissed me again, shoving her tongue into my mouth. I gasped and wrapped my arms around her as we fell back onto the sofa. She was an animal, aggressive and urgent in her movements. This was a side of her I had not seen in the time we’d been together, and it was turning me on as she tugged at my clothes trying to free me of them.

She was determined. I’d never felt this much strength in such a petite girl. I wondered where this had been during the last week. Every time we made love, Jeannie had been meek and gentle, almost submissive. I knew I could easily overpower her if I wanted to, but I held back. It was refreshing to have such an assertive lover.

I let her undress me, never taking my gaze from her beautiful face. Once I was nude, Jeannie quickly pulled off her own clothes, then fell back on top of me, naked.

“Umm,” she moaned as she sucked on the soft flesh of my neck. Jeannie’s hand found my erect nipple and pinched and pulled at it. I could feel the heat of her body as she moved against me, the top of her thigh rubbing against my sex.

I stole a glance at Sasha. She had pushed her slacks and panties down to her ankles. Her legs were spread, and she was eagerly rubbing her clit. Her shirt and bra had been discarded, and she was playing with her tits with her other hand. It was such a turn-on knowing that we were being watched by another girl. This may turn out to be one wild and crazy evening!

My breath came in short, heated gasps as I pushed myself against Jeannie, trying to match her rhythm. She aggressively kissed me and bit my lip before sliding down to suck my nipple into her mouth.

“God, yes, Jeannie,” I croaked, leaning back and closing my eyes.

Jeannie circled my swollen nipple with her tongue. I could feel her saliva on my skin as she licked and sucked. Her hand moved slowly down across my belly, making me shiver. But then, before Jeannie reached my mound, I felt two more hands pushing my thighs apart.

I opened my eyes and saw a naked Sasha on her knees in front of me. Sasha rubbed my inner thighs as Jeannie’s hand found my sensitive clit. I jerked at the touch and moaned softly.

Jeannie played with my clit, moving her fingers in circles, causing bolts of electricity to flash through me. Sasha kissed her way up my legs and was licking my pussy with the flat of her tongue. Jeannie continued to suck on my nipples as she played with my clit. I gasped when Sasha pushed two fingers into me as she licked me from opening to clit.

My hips were rocking against Sasha’s and Jeannie’s torment of my throbbing pussy. I could feel the desire building up inside me, nearing its release. The assault on my body by the two young women was sending wave after wave of pleasure shooting out to every part of my being. I trembled as they licked, sucked, and fingered my pussy.

Time seemed to stop as my orgasm took me. I’m not sure if I yelled or not. I shook and gasped for air as trails of fire rocketed through me. When I could breathe again, I looked at the two beautiful olive-skinned women kneeling in front of me.

“Holy crap!” was all I could manage. I was still breathing hard. Sasha stood and held out her hand. Jeannie got up and helped me to my feet.

“Come on, let’s go to the bedroom,” Sasha said in a small, soft voice, as I took her hand.

We walked, me on wobbly legs, into the bedroom. Sasha pushed me backward, and I fell onto the bed. I lay there on my back, my legs dangling over the side. Sasha climbed onto the bed and straddled my face, lowering her wet pussy to my mouth. I explored her soft pink folds with my tongue and tasted the sweetness of her thick creamy juices. I inhaled deeply, savoring the scent of her arousal. Sasha moaned softly as she rocked her hips, grinding herself against my mouth. She caressed her perky breasts and pulled at the dark nipples.

Jeannie was on her knees between my legs, licking me hard, sending countless sparks of excitement through me. Her tongue moved from my clit, between my lips, around the rim of my opening, down to my anus, where she lingered for a moment, then back up again. She took my swollen clit into her mouth, sucking on it, teasing it with her tongue. My body writhed in torment as she continued to torture my sensitive bud.

I was bucking against Jeannie as I eagerly drank the juices that were flowing freely from Sasha. She ground herself against my mouth, loud moans filling the air, the tempo of her movements increasing. I was sure she was going to come soon. I held tightly onto her ass, trying to keep my mouth on her clit.

Sasha stiffened and squealed with pleasure as she climaxed. At the same time, my own orgasm swelled and erupted, enveloping me in sweet bliss. When she finished coming, Sasha rolled off me and lay on the bed panting as Jeannie crawled up beside me. Jeannie kissed my lips as I gasped for air, my breathing slowing returning to normal.

A few moments later, Sasha smiled at me. “Little Jeannie hasn’t come yet, and I think we should do something about that.”

We rearranged ourselves on the bed, with Jeannie between Sasha and me. Sasha began to fondle Jeannie’s stiff little nipples.

I kissed my way down Jeannie’s body until I was over her delicious young pussy. Her legs were spread, and she looked so wet and inviting. I spread her lips with my fingers and took a long lick of her treasures. I pushed the flat of my tongue from her anus to her swollen clit. The intoxicating scent of her sex filled my nostrils.

Jeannie bucked against me and moaned into Sasha’s mouth, who was kissing her passionately. I repeatedly licked and sucked on Jeannie’s labia as she writhed below me. Jeannie gasped as I pushed two fingers deep into her and slowly fucked her.

Sasha had repositioned herself over Jeannie to form a 69. Jeannie concentrated on Sasha’s pussy while Sasha and I shared Jeannie’s. Sasha nibbled and sucked on her clit, and I fucked her sopping entrance with my fingers. Jeannie was squirming and bucking at our ministrations.

“Oh…oh…oh…yes!” Jeannie called out.

Sasha took her mouth away and was rubbing Jeannie’s clit with her fingers. I looked up at Sasha’s face. Her eyes were closed, and she was moaning loudly again. Jeannie was making all sorts of guttural noises too.

“I’m gonna come!” both girls shouted simultaneously. I couldn’t help but snort at this, and was rewarded with a stream of warm fluids as Jeannie squirted around my fingers and onto my face. Her muscles clamped down on my fingers as she shook. Sasha was also jerking and twitching as she came, rolling off Jeannie.

“Good god, that felt so damn good,” Jeannie said between breaths.

I crawled up beside Jeannie, and the three of us cuddled and gently kissed each other for a while.

“This was fun,” said Sasha. “Too bad you have to leave tomorrow.”

“Yeah, that sucks,” Jeannie added.

We lay there for several minutes, trading soft kisses and touches. Then I propped myself up on an elbow and looked at the women. “So, I guess you two must have compared notes at some point about this older woman hitting on you both?”

“Uh-huh, on Monday night,” Jeannie nodded, “after I came home late smelling of wine and sex. We knew for sure the next day when we cross-referenced the room charges.”

I laughed and sat up. “Okay, be right back. I need to pee.”

“The bathroom is just off the kitchen,” Jeannie told me. “You can’t miss it.”

I headed out of the room and made my way through the kitchen. After I finished, I left the bathroom, bumping into a small table by the door. The collision knocked a couple of envelopes onto the floor. When I picked them up, I couldn’t help but notice the addressee.

I hadn’t meant to be nosy, but when I saw the names, I stopped and stared. One envelope was addressed to Sasha J. Carpenter, and the other to Jeannie K. Carpenter. What the fuck did this mean, I wondered.

“Everything okay, Amanda?” Jeannie yelled from the bedroom.

“Yeah. Just bumped into the table by the door,” I called.

I made my way back to the bedroom, still wondering. When I walked in, Sasha and Jeannie were holding each other, kissing like a pair of long-time lovers. I plopped down on the bed and they turned their attention to me. Jeannie moved to my other side so I was between the two of them. They started kissing me and caressing my skin.

Then I said, “Guys, um, can I ask a personal question?”

“Sure,” replied Sasha.

“Are you two married? Not that it really matters at this point.”

“Why would you think that?” Jeannie asked with a puzzled expression.

I explained about the table and seeing the mail. Sasha and Jeannie sat up and rested against the headboard, and I joined them. They looked at each other for a moment before Jeannie spoke.

“I don’t want to lie to you, Amanda,” said Jeannie, “so I hope you’ll have an open mind and will understand what I’m about to tell you and won’t hate us because of it.”

This definitely piqued my curiosity. Why did I need to be open-minded? A threesome with a married couple wasn’t anything to be secretive about. Though it would have been nice if they had told me beforehand.

“See, umm… Sasha is my sister, my big sister. We have been lovers since we were kids,” Jeannie finished.

I was stunned at the confession and, I must admit, turned on by it. I didn’t have a sister, but I am sure if I did I would have wanted to mess around with her when we were little. I’d had fun with female cousins and other girls my age back when I was a preteen.

“Amanda?” said Sasha.

I just shook my head. “Wow…”

“Do you hate us now?” Jeannie asked meekly.

I smiled. “No, not at all. I’m actually envious.” I explained to them about my youthful trysts with my cousins and my fantasies of having sex with a sister.

They were relieved, and we talked and laughed, then fucked some more before finally falling asleep. Jeannie and Sasha took me to the airport the next day, and we exchanged teary farewells as I made my way through security and to my plane home.

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Amanda was barely able to finish her tale. She had become highly aroused while observing Cheryl and Lisa. The women were seated across from her, and had been kissing and pawing at each other for a while now. Amanda figured they must already have been turned on by the time they reached their suburban home. She’d watched them crossing their legs and squeezing their thighs together as she described all the sexy action.

As Amanda was nearing the completion of her narrative, right around the part where Sasha walked in on Amanda and Jeannie, Cheryl and Lisa both had opened the buttons on their slacks, pulled down the zippers and slid a hand inside their panties, rubbing themselves. Amanda had maintained her composure the best she could, knowing full well that if she followed suit, she most definitely wouldn’t have been able to finish telling the story.

“And that’s all she wrote,” Amanda said as she pushed the button, stopping the recorder.

“That’s—” Cheryl cleared her throat. “That’s so damn hot. This is going to make a great story.”

“I can’t wait to read it,” Lisa said.

Cheryl and Lisa looked at each other for a moment, then shared a quick kiss on the lips. They stood and pushed their pants off their hips with a little wiggle and let them fall to the floor. Stepping out of them, Cheryl and Lisa approached Amanda, each taking one of her hands.

“Shall we make some of our own juicy secrets?” Cheryl asked as they led Amanda toward the master bedroom.

THE END

Author’s Note continued: Now for the true bits. I did stay in a hotel in Ottawa while attending a seminar for my job; I did order a bottle of Chablis from room service; and I did have sex, after her shift, with the lovely young woman who brought me the wine. It was delicious.

By Unfastened Belts

I couldn’t tell where I was at with Bo. When we saw each other after school on Monday, things seemed back to normal. We talked about school at lunch, then watched TV side by side on the couch, giggling and commenting on whatever Stephanie Tanner, SpongeBob and Tim Taylor were up to.

Around her bedtime, we went our separate ways. I didn’t want to force matters. I felt like she’d rebuked me last night, realizing at the same time how silly and unfair that was to Bo. Even if she’d fibbed about being tired, she didn’t owe me anything. She was just my little sister, three years my junior at age eleven. And Dad was right, sisters didn’t kiss each other that way.

At the same time, I was saddened by the possibility that our kissing and cuddling might be over for good. Thinking about it gave me a lump in my throat. It had felt so lovely with Bo lying next to me, the two of us getting affectionate. With a heavy heart, I hoped that my crush on her would eventually pass.

Temperatures were down again on Wednesday. The anticipation I felt for our pool visit on Saturday faded in the fog that was swallowing up our town. If it started to rain before then, the pool might not even open.

That night, I was on my computer when Bo went to her room. “Oh crap,” I heard her say when she opened the door.

I turned around in my chair to look at her. “What’s wrong?”

“I haven’t been in my room since I got home from school. I should have turned on the radiator right away,” she said. “It’s freezing cold in here.”

“Oh, no,” I said, sympathizing with her.

She walked out of my sight, back into her room. A few seconds later, I could hear steam rushing through the radiator.

Bo came back to the door. “Would it be okay if I left the door open tonight, so my room warms up quicker?” she asked meekly.

“Oh, you mean let all the cold air from your room into mine?” I replied.

Very slowly, Bo started to close the door, looking at me sadly the entire time. I rolled my eyes, but couldn’t help grinning. “Fine,” I said.

“Yaaay,” she said. “Thank you, Lisa!”

She turned around and crawled into her bed. I went back to browsing Gorillaz-Unofficial. It was an exciting time to be a Gorillaz fan. Their second album Demon Days had just come out, four years after their debut, and everybody was talking about it. The fans were speculating about what track might be the next single, and how many unreleased B-sides we would get with it.

Less than a minute passed before I heard Bo quietly call out, “Liiisaaa?”

“Hmm?”

“Can you come and cuddle with me for a bit? It’s so cooold,” Bo said, using the saddest voice in her repertoire.

“Let me just finish typing up this post,” I told her, trying to conceal my enthusiasm.

I wasn’t even actually writing anything. I clacked away on my keyboard for a few seconds, said, “Done,” turned off my computer and made my way over to Bo’s room. It was softly illuminated by the light coming in from my desk lamp.

Wordlessly, Bo held up her blanket, inviting me underneath. She shuffled over a little and I slipped in with her. Immediately, she embraced me.

“D-d-d-d-d,” she made.

“Yeah, it is cold,” I acknowledged.

“V-v-v-v-v,” she said, even more emphatically.

I chuckled.

“Warm me up,” she demanded.

“Hmm,” I said. “What part of you is freezing the most?”

“My n-n-n-neck,” she explained.

I started to gently rub her neck, but then had a better idea. “I’m gonna try something,” I told her.

I opened my mouth and took a deep breath, leaned in until I was almost touching Bo, then exhaled against her neck. She shuddered and said, “Oooooh.” It was basically a moan, right next to my ear. I could feel my pussy react almost instantly.

“Did that feel good?” I asked her.

“Yeeeah. Again,” she said.

I repositioned myself a little. This time, I breathed on her lower neck, below the chin. Even as I was doing it, she tilted up her chin to offer me better access, making a sweet “mmmm” sound that seemed to originate from right where I was blowing on her.

My insides were melting.

“Other side now,” Bo said, turning on her back and facing away from me a little. I could see that her eyes were closed. She looked blissful.

I got a little more daring, placing my lips right on her skin this time. I exhaled, and she moaned again. “Oooooh…” It sounded weak, almost helpless. I was turned on beyond belief.

“That felt so good,” she said.

“Can you do it on me?” I asked. “I wanna know what it feels like. I’m cold, too,” I lied.

“Okay,” she said.

I closed my eyes as Bo turned back on her side to face me. I could feel her nuzzling up to me, then her hot breath on the side of my neck. Immediately, I understood. It felt sweet and yummy and hot and beautiful. I squirmed a little under the blanket, rubbing my legs together. My pussy was pulsating.

“Did it help?” she asked.

“Yeah,” I said. “But I think I need some more.” I craned my neck like a cat.

Bo got the message. She put her soft little lips on my skin and breathed out, right against my throat. It felt indescribable. Involuntarily, I made a low humming sound.

“Oh,” she said. “I could feel that.”

“You were right, it does feel amazing,” I said.

“Yeah. I’m still cold, though,” she asserted.

“Ah, yeah? Where?” I asked, looking at her.

“My belly?”

It sounded like a question. I wasn’t sure if that was because she was making it up, or because she was asking me if I was okay with what she wanted. Either way, she didn’t have to invite me twice.

We shifted positions again. I got us out of the blanket and knelt on the bed next to Bo’s feet. She was lying on her back again, looking at me expectantly.

I put my hands on the hem of her PJ top and noticed they were trembling. I know this isn’t forbidden, I thought, but the way it’s making me feel, it might as well be.

I lifted up Bo’s shirt, exposing her belly. She wriggled a bit. “Cold,” was all she said.

I inhaled, then started blowing all over her belly, hovering above it like a vacuum cleaner in reverse. Right away, she started purring again. I saw her turning her head from side to side, going, “Mmmmm.”

I finished up by kissing her bellybutton, which made her giggle softly.

“All better?” I asked, pulling her top back down. Instead of replying, she stretched out her arms, wordlessly asking for a hug.

I tucked the blanket around my shoulders like a cape, placed my legs on either side of Bo and lay down on top of her. I wrapped my arms around the pillow below us and lay my head next to hers, facing her. Bo put her arms around my back.

“You’re my favourite sister,” she said.

“And you’re mine.”

“I’m all warm now,” she said.

“Me too.”

I wasn’t just warm, my whole body was hot. My face felt flushed. I was right on top of Bo. My boobs were pressed against her chest and our lower bellies were touching through our pyjamas. I started thinking about how close my pussy was to hers, wondering if hers felt as crazy as mine did right then. My panties were probably soaked.

Without conscious thought, I started moving my hips against her belly.

“Mmm, that feels yummy,” Bo said, smiling.

I caught up with what I was doing. I’m basically dry-humping her, I thought, forcing myself to stop. Yummy or not, that was a step too far.

“You’re getting a little heavy, though,” Bo said, and despite the heat between my legs, I was thankful for the chance to gracefully withdraw. I lifted my upper body up a little, resting on my forearms.

“But thank you for cuddling with me,” Bo added and kissed my forehead.

“I love you,” I said, meaning it both ways.

“Love you too.”

I kissed her cheek, still not sure how she felt about those unsisterly kisses on the mouth. If she’s okay with skin-breathing and having me on top her, I can do without those other kisses for a while, I thought. This is just as good. I got up into a kneeling position, still straddling Bo, and stroked her hair.

“You look so pretty,” I told her.

“Thanks,” she said, beaming and wriggling underneath me a little.

I finally got off of her all the way and out of her bed. I tucked her in and gave her a kiss on the forehead.

“Night, big sis,” she said affectionately.

“Night, Bo.”

I left her room and closed the door behind me. I slumped against it, eyes closed, trying to catch my breath. I cupped my crotch, and sure enough, my panties felt wet against my pussy. I was slick with need.

I undressed, picked up my panties and got into bed. I turned the panties inside out and slid the crotch through my pussy folds with one hand, soaking up even more of my wetness. With the other hand, I started rubbing my clit. I could tell I was already close to orgasm, so I had to go slow. It took all my willpower not to whimper — but Bo couldn’t be asleep yet, so I needed to be quiet.

Through the cotton, I pushed a finger inside my vagina. I could only get it in up to the first knuckle that way, but it still meant that I was essentially fucking myself with my panties. My pussy made soft squelching sounds that I prayed to God Bo wasn’t able to pick up.

I rode the edge of orgasm until I knew I couldn’t hold it off much longer. I pulled my panties out of my pussy, took one look at the soaking wet crotch and greedily stuffed it in my mouth, sucking on it like a pacifier as the taste of my pussy filled me up.

I wonder what Bo’s pussy tastes like. The thought made me shiver violently.

Once again I began to fuck myself, getting my finger all the way inside this time. But as soon as I started rubbing my clit again with the other hand, I came.

I kept pumping my finger in and out of my vagina through my orgasm, which only seemed to prolong it. I feverishly focused on trying not to moan, sucking my panties for all they were worth. After one last thrust, I left my finger inside my pussy, letting her squeeze and clench around it until she was done. It felt so good.

When I had mostly returned to Earth, I brought my hand to my face. It was shining wet with my pussy juice. I still had my panties hanging out of my mouth, so licking my fingers seemed redundant. Come on, naughty girl, you know what else you can do with that dirty paw. Of course I did. I wiped my fingers up and down my cheek, using my face as a canvas for my wetness. There we go.

Basking in the afterglow, I almost fell asleep. Gathering up the remainder of my consciousness, I put my pyjamas back on and turned off the desk lamp. As I lay back down, I realized that I was still holding my panties in my mouth. I took them out, slid them underneath the pillow, covered myself with the blanket and passed out.

*****

It was still foggy the next morning, but gradually the clouds cleared up — and just like that, fickle spring was back again. Bo didn’t ask for any more cuddle time that night, and of course I was too much of a wuss to ask her myself, but at least I wasn’t scared any more of losing my little sister’s affection. Sure, maybe we wouldn’t go back to kissing, but our new game of breathing on each other’s skin had been great.

On Friday, Mom announced over dinner that she and Dad had decided to get annual passes for the pool for all of us. Bo and I cheered, which made Mom and Dad cheer, too. We were all stoked.

The next day, after breakfast, Bo and I went up to our rooms to get ready for the pool. After she closed the door behind her, I stripped naked, then put on my white one-piece swimsuit with a T-shirt and shorts on top. I stashed a pair of panties in my backpack, along with a book, my headphones and my Discman, which was currently equipped with One Hot Minute by the Red Hot Chili Peppers.

By the time I was done, Bo came out of her room, also wearing a shirt, shorts and her backpack. I put on my own backpack and we raced downstairs to the bathroom to pack two large bath towels. Dad was filling up a gym bag while Mom put sandwiches, water bottles, two large blankets and sunscreen in a big wooden basket.

Bo and I sat on the stairs to put on our sandals. I donned my headphones and turned on the Discman, nodding and tapping my feet to the bass and guitar. Mom grabbed a large straw hat from the coat rack. Dad put on sunglasses and a bright grin. I vaguely heard him say “Let’s go,” through the music.

The drums kicked in as the four of us marched downstairs towards the front door in a giddy procession. We exited the house, locked up behind us, put our stuff in the trunk of the car, buckled up and left for the pool.

The sky was covered in clouds, but it was warm. Last year’s experience had taught us that this was the best weather you could hope for at the pool. It was nice enough to go swimming, yet most people stayed home if the sky wasn’t blue. Their loss, more room for us!

After ten minutes of driving, tension rose as we made our way up the hill where the pool was located. Once you reached the top, you could see the entrance building in the distance. If a red flag was up, the pool was closed, giving you the chance to turn back.

We made the last corner. The flag wasn’t up. We all cheered, and Dad put his foot to the gas pedal a little harder. Half a kilometer later we pulled into the parking lot, which was only halfway full. We even got a spot that was close to the entrance.

We grabbed our stuff from the trunk and strutted up to the entrance, where we stood in line for a minute or so, then it was Mom’s turn at the ticket window. I slid the headphones down around my neck to hear her say, “We’d like an annual pass for two adults and two kids, please.” I saw her slide a hundred-euro bill and a few coins over the counter and gulped. I didn’t know the tickets cost that much! After doing a little head math, I was pretty sure we would get our money’s worth, though.

The lady behind the counter gave Mom four tickets. Hers and Dad’s were orange, mine and Bo’s were green. Mom handed us ours, and we put them in our wallets.

“Please don’t lose them,” Mom said.

“Sure thing,” Bo and I exclaimed at the same time, perhaps a little too blithely. Mom chuckled nervously.

We went through the turnstiles and stopped in our tracks to take in the view. The pool was vast and sprawling. To the left of us was the kiosk, a little store with a food section. Lockers and showers were to our right. In front of us, a big green meadow sloped its way down to the pool supervisors’ cabin, which housed more bathrooms and a big viewing deck on top, situated on the near side of two large pools.

The one on the left was a deeper one for swimming laps, divided into six parts by broad white underwater markings. On the far side, its floor sloped beneath two diving platforms.

Right next to it was the non-swimmers’ pool, a shallower one used mostly by kids and families for playing, separated from the larger pool by a gridded drainage on which you could walk. A yellow, sixty-meter-long water slide twisted its way into the water on the far end.

To the right of the pools was a short set of large stone steps leading to a big lawn, where some groups had already claimed spots. It didn’t matter to us, we had our own favourite spot somewhere else.

From up by the turnstiles, you could only see the center third of the pool. The two big pools and the lawn were framed by tall hedges on both sides. The big, sloping meadow continued behind the hedge on the left. Past the hedge on the right-hand side were a large playground in a wooded area, soccer and volleyball fields and a bocce court.

A smaller third pool adjoined the playground. It was meant for children up to ten, but I’d gone there with Bo last year because the water there was warmer than in the large pools, and the short but wide metal slide in the center of it was great for raucous games — at least, until the supervisor had enough and made us stop.

We made our way down the meadow and past the pools. A lot of people were swimming and playing already, their sounds drowned out by my personal soundtrack coming through the headphones, mysterious and passionate.

I was riding, riding on my bike; me with my friend, we’re so alike.
Am I all alone?
She said, “All we have is this;” we just had to stop and share a kiss.
Am I all alone?
Cover your eyes and click your heels; can you believe how good it feels?
Am I all alone?

Walking up a small hill behind the big water slide on the far end of the pools, we were delighted to find our spot completely unoccupied. Mom spread out the two large blankets underneath “our” tree; one for her and Dad, one for Bo and me. We were by one end of a tall hedge, right between the water slide and the sand court of the beach volleyball field.

I set down my backpack and turned off my Discman as Anthony Kiedis was singing “I’m falling into grace with you.” I took my headphones off, spread my towel on the blanket, took off my sandals and walked past our tree to the tall metal fence surrounding the pool. There were large pastures to the outer sides of the pool and a rocky slope down the hill ahead, offering a great view of the valley below. In another month or so, the shepherd would probably be back with his flock of sheep, circling their way around the poolside.

“What’chu waiting for, Lisa?” I heard Bo call out behind me. I turned around to see her stripping down to the brightly coloured bikini she’d been wearing underneath her clothes. Grinning, I took off my shirt as I jogged back to our spot. Once there, I stripped out of my shorts, too.

Bo was already running off. As I gave chase, I heard Mom calling out behind us, “What about sunscreen?” but I pretended not to hear her. It was cloudy anyway, so what did it matter?

I caught up to Bo halfway up the spiral stairs to the water slide where the line began. I wrapped my arms around her from behind, making her laugh. We both shrieked loudly in surprise when cold water dripped down on us through the steps above.

Slowly, we made our way to the top, people starting to line up behind us along the way.

When the last person in front of us went down the slide, Bo turned around to me and said, “Rebecca taught me a trick for going down the slide extra fast when we were at the indoor pool. Look.”

I stared wide-eyed as Bo cupped her butt cheeks and spread them, letting her bikini bottom slip into the crack, then sat down swiftly between the water jets at the top of the slide. The guy in front of her made his way past the red marking that signaled she was good to go, and with one push, Bo skidded off, lying flat on her back and crossing both arms in front of her chest to pick up speed.

Quickly checking to see that no supervisor was paying attention, I copied Bo and spread my butt cheeks apart, my swimsuit bottom nestling into my crack. I heard whoever was behind me give an appreciative whistle as I slung myself down the slide giving chase to Bo, ignoring the red marking way ahead of her.

She was a few meters in front of me, but I was catching up fast, using a well-tried technique. Beside my butt cheeks, only my shoulders and heels were in contact with the slide. Bo’s friend had definitely been right, though. Without the swimsuit material between my butt and the slide, I was going faster than I’d imagined. As a nice aside, it made me feel wild and crazy.

Halfway down the slide, in one of the bends, I caught up to Bo. Apparently she hadn’t noticed me yet. My feet landed on her shoulders and I gave her a push. She squealed in surprise, skidding away from me even faster than before thanks to the boost I’d given her.

The home stretch of the slide gradually sloped into a corner of the pool, the rising water slowing down the riders. There was a rail to the left, behind which people could watch; to the right, you could swim off into the pool.

Bo sat up and adjusted her bikini bottom as she slid into the pool, slowly coming to a halt near the end of the slope. I did the same and slid right into her, putting my legs around her and hugging her from behind. She laughed.

“You’re not supposed to chase me,” she said.

“That’s right,” someone said to our left.

I looked up to see a pool supervisor leaning on the rail, a mustachioed guy with a cowboy-style hat around forty, eyeing us through a pair of sunglasses. I gulped and let go of Bo.

“Chasing people is forbidden, and I’m sure you girls know that already since there’s a big sign by the top of the slide stating just that. Can’t miss it. Now I know it’s the first day of the season and we’re all excited to be back, so I’ll give you guys a pass. But I catch you doing that again, you’re out.”

“Sorry about that,” I said meekly, thinking about the annual tickets we’d only just gotten.

“All right,” he said, holding my gaze for a long moment. Then he said, “I just realized you couldn’t see this because I’m wearing sunglasses, but I gave you a playful wink right now, so scoot off already.”

Bo and I laughed. “Okay. Thanks for the pass,” I said.

Bo and I used our feet to push ourselves off the edge of the pool into the deeper water as he left, looking like he had very important business to attend to. I took a deep breath, held my nose and dove underwater backwards, submerged for the first time.

Weightless, I used all my limbs for changing position and doing somersaults, enjoying the cool water all around. I saw Bo diving right next to me, holding her nose too, hair clouding around her head as if she was a mermaid.

She’s so beautiful, I thought.

We dove the width of the pool, only coming up for air when we’d almost reached the drainage that separated the swimmers’ pool on the other side. We swam the last few meters, lifted ourselves onto the grid that covered the drainage and sat down next to each other, our lower legs still dangling into the pool, water swashing over the sides and streaming along the drain beneath our butts.

“What you wanna do now?” I asked Bo.

“Dive to the bottom of the other pool,” she said.

“Let’s do it.”

We lifted our legs from the water, stood up on the grid and walked over to the corner of the swimmers’ pool. You weren’t supposed to dive in from the drainage. As a matter of fact, you probably weren’t meant to walk on it either, since there was a rail on the end that was supposed to keep you out. But everybody did it, and the supervisors didn’t say anything as long as you didn’t bother the swimmers by doing wild jumps in their path.

We stopped at the end of the drainage and faced the swimmers’ pool, both of us gazing into the water-filled abyss beneath us. We were on the side of the pool with the diving platforms. The water was four meters deep here. I looked around. No swimmers were close to us.

“On three?” I asked.

“On three.”

Bo and I took big breaths, held our noses and looked at each other. In tandem, we counted to three and hopped off the grid, diving into the deep; sinking quickly at first, then slowing down. The water making its way around us was a deep, droning sound that faded into silence as we reached equilibrium.

I hadn’t quite reached the bottom. I looked next to me and saw Bo landing on the floor. She used her feet to push herself up, racing past me and back up towards the surface. With the floor out of my reach, I had to tread my way up without a boost. It took me a few long seconds to get to the surface. Gratefully, I took a deep breath of air.

“I did it!” she said.

“Yeah, I saw. I just missed it.”

“Again, again!”

We got back up on the grid and dove in again. The second time, I reached the floor, too. We hopped in a couple more times, getting better at it with each dive. The more velocity you had by the time you reached the floor, the more you could bend your knees for a powerful boost back up to the surface.

Coming up from our fifth dive or so, we spotted Mom walking up to us. She was wearing a red one-piece swimsuit that Dad kept comparing to Pamela Anderson’s. Bo and I only had a vague idea of who that was, but even we called it Mom’s Pamela Anderson swimsuit. Mom was a little chubby, but her ample bosom and graceful walk more than made up for it.

Mom stood by the edge of the pool. “Hey, girls. How’s the water?” She dipped her toes skeptically.

“Great!” ”Perfect!” Bo and I replied at the same time.

Mom chuckled. “All right, then.”

She bent down and steadily lowered herself into the water. I admired her for being able to do that. I could only brace the initial cold by diving in quickly. Doing it gradually felt way more cruel to me.

“I’m gonna swim a few laps,” Mom told us.

“Where’s Dad?” I asked her.

“‘Sunbathing’,” she said, using finger quotes. Bo and I giggled. Dad was probably taking a nap. He always dozed off at least once when we went to the pool.

“You wanna swim a lap with Mom?” I asked Bo.

“Sure,” she said.

“Okay, all right!” Mom said, smiling brightly.

She pushed herself off the edge and started swimming. Bo and I followed suit, but we were no match for Mom. She swam ahead, leaving us behind. I knew this was about getting in shape for her, so I wasn’t disappointed. Bo and I leisurely swam next to each other.

We were maybe three quarters along the way when Mom passed us in the other direction. “Have fun, you girls,” she said in between strokes.

“Okay!”

Bo and I finished our own lap. Bo leaned back against the side of the pool, hooking her arms over the edge behind her. Facing her, I put my hands on her elbows and my feet around her, encircling her.

She looked at me, smiling. “You’re all around me.”

“Yeah,” I said, pulling myself closer, bridging the gap of water between us and hugging Bo to the edge.

Our faces were almost touching. I kissed Bo’s cheek right next to her nose. She giggled and gave me a tender kiss on the same spot, then said, “I need to pee.”

I needed to go, too. I freed her and we climbed out of the pool.

We were right by the supervisors’ cabin, which also housed restrooms. Dripping, we scurried through the coolness of the air into the girls’ restroom, taking stalls next to each other.

Before I started stripping my one-piece down to my knees like I’d always done, I had an idea. I just pulled the crotch to the side instead, holding it there. A little nervously, I started peeing, but my swimsuit stayed in place and my hand was safely out of the way of the stream. I felt giddy and naughty, peeing while my body was still clothed in my swimsuit, only my pussy exposed.

I heard Bo flush beside me. Leaving her stall, she said, “Gonna wait for you outside, Lees.”

I wiped my slit and dropped the paper into the toilet. Having been so close to Bo in the water, the sight of my bare pussy was turning me on. Still holding the crotch of my suit to the side with one hand, I began to rub my clit with the other. Spurred on by the lewd sight, the sensations felt delicious.

I considered rubbing myself to orgasm, knowing it wouldn’t take me long. It felt like desecration, though. Orgasms were meant for cozy beds, not public restroom stalls. Still, I continued to masturbate until I was close to coming. Wistfully, I nestled my swimsuit back into place, giving my crotch a few reassuring pats. Feeling silly, I even said, “See you later, buddy.”

I flushed, left the stall and washed my hands. Outside, I saw Bo doing knee bends and waving her arms in front of herself to warm up, still dripping a little. She stopped when I caught up to her, getting on her tiptoes and stretching her arms instead. I used the opportunity to tickle her armpits.

“Hey!” she yelled, swatting my hands away. Then she grabbed one of them, took me in tow and started walking up the stairs behind the supervisors’ cabin that led to the viewing deck on one side and the small kiddies’ pool on the other.

Holding Bo’s hand made me nervous and excited at the same time.

“What are you in the mood for?” Bo asked me.

Making out with you, I thought. “Oh, you’ll never guess,” I said, chuckling.

“Hmmm,” she made. “Warming up in the kiddies’ pool?”

“Nah.”

“Going down the slide again?”

“Nah.”

“Volleyball?”

“Nah.”

“Doing something naughty with me?”

My brain did a double-take. Did she really just say that? Is she trying to set me up? I had to make an effort not to stammer.

“No,” I said, giving Bo an incredulous look that wasn’t hard to fake.

“Oh,” she said. “You wanna go and grab candy from the kiosk?” Like nothing had happened.

“We better go back to our spot then, and see if we can bother Dad for money,” Bo said.

“All right.”

We reached the end of the stairs, passed the kiddies’ pool and walked around the hedge to our left, past the soccer and volleyball fields on the other side towards our spot. We didn’t talk the whole way, but we kept holding hands, and occasionally Bo would start skipping beside me spontaneously for a few steps, making our arms swing.

I kept glancing at her — a giddy, bouncing eleven-year-old who probably had no idea how much she was toying with my mind and body. She was wearing the same bikini as last year. It had been flat against her chest last summer, but this year, her breasts were just starting to bud, visible as small bumps underneath her top. If it was a trick question, why is she still holding my hand?

We got to our spot to find Dad lying on the blanket with both arms across his chest, the brim of Mom’s straw hat draped over his face. I wondered if he or Mom had put it there.

“Hey Dad, you awake?” Bo said softly. No reply. “Crap,” she pouted.

“Hold on,” I said. “I think I might still have a few coins in my backpack.”

I checked the front pocket. Beaming, I produced around two euros’ worth of change from it, holding out my hand to show Bo. In a swift move, she grabbed the coins from my hand and took off running. I had to stop myself from yelling at her, not wanting to wake up Dad. Of course, I raced after her.

Thanks to her surprise tactic, Bo had a pretty good lead on me, but we both knew I was gonna catch her eventually. She kept glancing behind herself to look at me, grinning like a maniac.

“I’m bigger and faster than you,” I yelled tauntingly once we were a good distance away from Dad.

“Nope,” she exclaimed, despite her diminishing lead.

I caught up to her by the soccer field, grabbing her arm mid-run. “Eeeep!” she shrieked loudly, whirling around to face me as we came to a stop.

I didn’t let go of her arm. “You stole my money,” I told her. “You’re a bad girl.”

“Am not,” she said meekly, cheeks flushed with excitement. She looked like she was trying not to grin.

“What am I gonna do with my prey, now that I’ve caught her?” I mused. Bo tilted her face down, still looking at me. “I know,” I continued. “I’m gonna carry you to my feeding place, and that’s where I’m gonna eat you. And you can carry my money for me.”

In a swift move, I turned her to her side by the shoulder, bent down and picked her up off the ground. She yelped in protest, but slung her arm around my shoulder for support. Calmly, I made my way past the soccer field and the playground, where a bunch of children were playing. Some of them looked at us.

“Let me down,” Bo said quietly. “I’m not a little girl. The kids are laughing at me.”

“Too bad,” I scolded. “Enjoy your last moments alive, little thief, because you’re about to get eaten.” In a quieter voice, I said, “Besides, you liked it when I did it at home.”

She didn’t respond to that, and I could tell from the flushed look on her face that her protest had been fake, anyway. She enjoyed being shown off. My insides felt gooey.

By the time we got to the kiosk Bo had gotten really heavy, and I looked forward to putting her down. I stopped walking, tilted my head to the side and looked at her face.

“Gotta make sure you taste good before I eat you,” I told her. I pushed my tongue out and gave her a broad lick across her face.

“Eeewww!” she said, immediately wiping her face with the back of her hand.

“That’s what I thought,” I said. “Gross. Not gonna eat you after all. You can go, I guess.” Gently, I set her down. “You wanna go get candy while I sit down over here?” I asked, pointing my thumb at one of the chairs on the patio.

“Okay,” she said, beaming. “What kind do you want?”

“Surprise me,” I told her, taking a seat.

Bo bounded inside, giving me some time to relax both my mind and my neck. I rubbed it as I gazed across the pool. There were people sprinkled about in every section, but it was still far from crowded. In spite of how warm it was, the sky was still grey. People are daft to be missing out on this, I thought.

Bo came out of the store with a box of cookies. “Awesome!” I said.

“Yeah,” she agreed, grinning from ear to ear.

“Should we go back to our spot?” I asked.

“Okay.” She handed me the change — refusing to relinquish the cookies, though. She held the box in front of her with both hands like a sacred relic.

As we walked back towards the playground, I gathered up all the courage I could muster.

“What did you mean when you asked me earlier if I wanted to do something naughty with you?” I asked quietly.

“I dunno,” Bo said, looking at the ground. “I thought that maybe you wanted to kiss me or something.” She paused; then, so quietly I could barely make it out, she continued, “On the mouth.”

I contemplated for a moment. “And what if I did?” I asked.

“I’d probably let you,” she said. My heart bounced up and down in my chest. I felt dizzy.

“Even though you know it’s naughty,” I clarified, more of a statement than a question. Bo didn’t reply, but I thought that was answer enough.

I put my hand on her arm. She took the cookies into her other hand and held my hand. It felt like we’d made a deal. My breath was trembling.

Instead of making a left around the hedge, I continued straight towards the wooded area of the playground, taking Bo with me. By the edge of the trees there was a storage shed, probably for gardening tools and stuff like that. The tall metal fence confining the pool was just past the shed, effectively creating a small backyard in conjunction with the trees on one side.

We turned the corner, walked a few steps out of sight and sat down next to each other, leaning against the stony shed, still holding hands. We put our cookies and change on the ground next to us. I gathered my thoughts, summoned up my courage.

“Well,” I said, “you read my mind. I really do wanna kiss you. Do you know what that means, though?”

Bo looked at me timidly. “I think I know,” she said.

“Tell me.”

“It means we’re bad. Kissing is something that boys and girls do, not two sisters.”

“Yeah,” I said, “that’s how most people think of it. And that’s what they told us in congregation. But I think they’re wrong.” Bo looked at me skeptically, so I elaborated. “I read up on it, you know. Sometimes, two girls can fall in love. Boys can, too.”

“Are you in love with me?” Bo asked.

All of the blood from my body seemed to rush into my head. I was so scared to tell her, but I decided to go through with it.

“I think I am,” I said.

“I’ve heard about that before. Two boys who love each other are gay, and two girls are lesbians. I know they told us that God doesn’t like that, but it doesn’t make sense to me. I know some girls in my class who say they’ve kissed. I don’t understand why it’s supposed to be bad.”

“Me either.”

“But it’s not just that we’re two girls, we’re sisters too. That’s incest,” she continued.

“I know,” I said, feeling like a monster. I was surprised that Bo was familiar with these words and concepts. “Do you know why people think incest is wrong?” I asked her.

“No.”

“If a boy and a girl from the same family have sex, their kids are often born with disabilities.”

“Really?” she said, looking a little freaked out.

“Yeah. Something about their genes being too similar or something. But we’re two girls. We can’t get each other pregnant to begin with, let alone from kissing,” I explained. In the back of my mind, I already started wondering if things might progress to more than just kissing in the future.

“So us being lesbians is really a blessing in disguise, then,” Bo said straight-faced.

I burst out laughing. Bo just giggled nervously.

“I guess so!” I said, catching my breath, then paused. “Wait. So, do you think you’re a lesbian too, then?”

“Oh, I don’t know,” she said. “I’ve never thought about it like that. I just know that I like sleeping next to you, and cuddling with you, and kissing you, and all those sorts of things.” She paused. “Are you a lesbian?”

“Yeah,” I confirmed, not feeling as scared anymore. I thought the conversation was going pretty well. We were still holding hands. “I figured it out last year,” I told Bo. “I got a crush on this girl that takes the same train as me in the mornings. Then I realized that I’d always had crushes on girls, I just didn’t notice.”

“I don’t think I’ve ever really had a crush on anyone,” Bo said; then she knitted her brows, looking at the ground in thought. “Or at least I don’t think so.” Another pause. She looked back up at me, looking a little contrite. “I do think I have a crush on you, though.”

My insides melted. “Will you kiss me, then?” I asked.

“Yeah.” Bo gave me a bashful smile, but she was still thinking. “Have you ever kissed anyone before?”

“Just you.”

Her smile brightened, lighting up her entire face. “I’m gonna be your first official kiss, then! And you’re gonna be my first official kiss!”

“Yeah,” I said, beaming back at Bo.

“Okay,” she said. “Enough talking, then. Kiss me already.”

My stomach did a somersault inside my belly. Now that things were coming to a head, I felt nauseous.

“Just one more thing,” I told her. Bo just looked at me, so I continued. “It needs to be a secret. Mom and Dad can never know.”

“Duh!” she said. “I’m not stupid, you know.” She gave me a smirk that made her look wicked and naughty to me. My nausea turned into something wilder. “Kiss me, you dork,” Bo repeated softly, grinning.

Head over heels, I thought.

I leaned in and kissed her. I let my lips linger on hers, basking in the moment, in our first “official” kiss, trying to capture the feeling, trying to make a memory, trying to make it last forever. It was sweet and warm and spring-like, and despite all our talk about it being naughty and for lovers only, it was just as sisterly. I looked into her eyes throughout.

“I’m falling into grace with you,” I said as we broke the kiss.

“Oh, it’s a lyric in a song that I was listening to earlier.”

“I like the sound of that,” she said after thinking about it. “We’re not falling from grace, we’re falling into grace.”

“Yeah,” I said and leaned in again, hungry for more.

I let go of her hand. Instead, I softly cupped Bo’s head in my hand as I kissed her. Passionately, I pressed my lips to hers, looking deep into her wide brown eyes. I don’t know who started it, but a moment later, we were gently nibbling on each other’s lips, not just letting them linger in place anymore. Our slightly opened mouths made soft, sweet sounds together that mixed in with the birds chirping around us. My heart felt close to exploding.

Without really breaking the kiss, just in one of the short moments that our lips weren’t touching, I told her, “I love you.”

“I love you, too,” Bo said so quietly that her voice broke at the end. She cupped my head in her hand, too, her lips already back on mine. She was enjoying it just as much as me.

We ran our hands through each other’s hair. I didn’t know what I loved more, feeling her soft hair flowing through my hand, or her doing the same to me, gently massaging my scalp. All the while, we were drowning in each other’s eyes. Drowning in the sea of love, I thought, remembering a song lyric from an older decade. I always thought people closed their eyes when they kiss, but I can’t get enough of looking into her, falling into her.

On impulse, I started moving my kisses away from her lips, nuzzling my way up her cheek. Bo sighed blissfully. I was so much in love with her. I showered her temple and forehead with more kisses, making a circle down her other cheek.

“I, love, you, so, much,” I said in between kisses. Bo just giggled beneath my affections, sounding happy as can be.

Before I got back to her lips, I stopped, touching my forehead to hers, taking up eye contact again. Both of us were breathing fast and shallow.

“I think Mom and Dad are gonna miss us,” I said after a while.

“And I think it’s not Mom and Dad you’re scared of,” Bo said matter-of-factly.

Again, I looked at her incredulously. This girl knows me better than I know myself. How is she just eleven?

“One more round,” I said.

“Okay,” she agreed, absent-mindedly licking her lips.

It was different this time. Both of us leaned in, slow and with intent. Our lips barely brushed against each other, but somehow, that made it feel more electric. Bo caught on to it, too.

We pursed our lips again, slowly moving toward each other; we even stopped right before our mouths touched, only going in for the kiss at the last second, hardly making contact. It felt absolutely crazy this way; it was like the physical connection between us was replaced by a strong, immaterial pull, tugging at our hearts, filling them with desire and need. Can you believe how good it feels? Another song lyric from earlier.

We kept going and going like that, teasing ourselves and each other; sometimes, one of us would move in for the final contact and the other one would pull away, smiling playfully, making us start all over again and strengthening the electricity between us. We’d rub the tips of our noses together, giving each other Eskimo kisses in between real ones.

I didn’t know when Bo’s hand had left my head, but it was now resting flatly on my thigh, her pinky just centimeters away from where my swimsuit covered my pussy. My loins were crying out with hunger and lust.

I changed up the rhythm again, pulling Bo’s head in closer, kissing her vigorously. She responded in kind. Our kisses got wild and fast. I felt her squeeze my thigh.

It ended just as suddenly as it had started. We touched our foreheads together again, both of us panting now.

“Wow,” she said.

“Yeah,” I agreed. Catching my breath, I said, “Full disclosure, I don’t think I can take any more right now. I feel like I’m gonna melt into a puddle, or explode or something.”

“That’d be unfortunate. I don’t wanna kiss a puddle,” Bo said. “Sounds gross.”

“Exactly.”

“Full disclosure on my end, too,” she said. “I think I’m gonna want to do this again later.”

“Works fine for me,” I told her.

“One more?”

“One more.”

I closed my eyes this time as I leaned in for one more kiss. Shutting out the visual stimulation intensified all the other sensations. I heard the wind go through the trees above us, birds chirping in them. I smelled Bo, her face in front of me, young and tender and beautiful. I could taste her breath on my tongue as she got closer. And then I felt her lips back on mine, pushing into me as I was pushing into her, clumsily using our bodies in the physical universe to express a feeling that went far beyond it.

I opened my eyes as our lips parted.

“You got another nice song lyric for me?” Bo asked.

“Yeah,” I told her. “Get a load of these.”

This time, I sang it to her instead of just reciting it.

“Three pounds of love inside my skull… a million more lives, it’s never dull. Just a few times spun, spun around the sun… a couple more or less and then we’re done.”

Continue on to Chapter 7