Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

by Purple Les

We drove to the farmer’s market fairly early Saturday morning in Mom’s new car. Well, it was almost 15 years old, but it was new to us. Mom seemed to be really enjoying the car.

Mom wore her stocking cap. It was cold as always. I think she wore the cap more ’cause she was shy about her new short haircut.

I walked around with Mom. She would look at the vendors’ vegetables or whatever and talk with them about it. Some would give us a sample of this or that.

I helped Mom bring stuff back to the car. We put it in the trunk. It was pretty cold, so we didn’t have to worry about anything spoiling.

Mom seemed to be feeling pretty good today. She wanted to look around some more. I’d had enough of walking around with her.

“Mom? I wanna go to the stores.”

She gave me a look. Then she sighed and said, “Meet me by the car in forty minutes. And don’t make me come looking for you, or you’ll walk home.”

I looked at the big clock in the church tower near by. I gave her a big hug and wandered over to the comic book store. As I walked over there, I liked looking at the people from the bigger towns acting like it was a big deal to be here at the market.

I walked around inside the comic book store. They didn’t have the new comics in yet. So I just looked around some. They had a part of the store that said Adults Only.

There are beads hanging all down over the doorway to that part. You would see guys go back there. Sometimes I would edge back that way. When I would get real close to it though, whoever was by the cash register would always say, “That’s not for you. Move back out here.”

I wondered what kind of comics were back there. Guess I’d never find out. So then I went over to Gunderson’s Antiques and Junk.

I opened the door to hear the jingly bells. I looked around for a while. I liked all the old stuff and the Gundersons were always nice to me. Most grownups would get mad if you opened and closed their door a lot to hear the bells ring, but Mr. and Mrs. Gunderson just laughed and talked with me.

I asked them the time and when they told me I said, “Golly, I got to run. ’Bye.”

I ran toward where the car was parked. As I got closer I looked at the time and slowed down. I had a whole five minutes to get there without being late.

I saw Mom leaning against the car. She was talking to two women. Their backs were to me. When I got closer and could see them from the side one of them looked sort of familiar.

Mom saw me and pulled me in front of her. She crossed her hands on the outside of my coat on my chest and I leaned against her.

The two women smiled at me. That was when I recognized Mrs. Collins. It wasn’t just because I didn’t expect to see her. She was dressed in a bright yellow winter coat and blue jeans and boots. She also wore a green, red, and yellow wool cap. Mrs. Collins didn’t look anything like she did in school. She looked… well, she looked hot.

I said “Hi, Mrs. Collins. I didn’t know it was you at first. You look nice. I mean you always look nice. You look different than at school, I mean.”

Mrs. Collins said, “Hi, Katy, I understand what you mean. Thank you. This is my youngest daughter, Amy.” She nodded toward the young woman next to her.

Amy looked beautiful. Almost like a movie star, she was that pretty. She wore a dark wool coat, blue jeans and a black beret. Her long reddish brown hair hung over her collar. She smiled at me and said “Hi.” The way she smiled made me like her right away.

Mrs. Collins was drinking a cup of coffee. I was watching the steam rise from it while the grownups chatted. I wasn’t paying too much attention at first.

Then Mrs. Collins said to my mom, “Well, Carol, I don’t understand why someone who’s been offered two scholarships would rather spend a year being in a production of Hair.”

“Mom! I’m eighteen. This might lead to something. It will be a great experience.” Amy said to Mrs Collins, sounding kind of flustered.

Mrs Collins gave Amy a dirty look. Then she snorted and said, “Carol, who would want to watch my daughter prance around naked on stage?”

“Golly, I sure would.” I put my hands over my mouth as soon as I’d said that. Then I said, “Sorry. I didn’t mean to say that out loud.”

I could feel Mom’s nails digging through my winter coat into my shoulders.

Amy looked at Mrs Collins and said, “Is this what it’s really about, Mom? The brief nude scene? We don’t ‘prance around’ we stand still.”

Mrs Collins sipped her coffee and then said, “Well that’s part of it. But not all of it.”

“Mom, I can get in college anytime. This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.”

My mom said, “It’s a very good musical. The nude scene is very tasteful. Sorry, I didn’t really mean to put my two cents in. I understand both your sides to this.”

Just at that moment the sky, which had been gray all week, opened up a little and some blue sky came through.

I started to clap my hands which couldn’t be heard because I had mittens on. I began to sing, “Let the sunshine, let the sunshine in, let the sunshine in.” I couldn’t help but shake my hips back and forth a little when I sang it.

Amy laughed and started to clap to keep time too, then we were both singing, “Let the sunshine, let the sunshine in, let the sunshine in.”

Then Mom joined in too, all three of us in the parking lot singing, “Let the sunshine, let the sunshine in, let the sunshine in.” Over and over.

Some people walked by us and dropped coins into Mrs Collins now empty coffee cup.

Mom and Amy stopped singing and started laughing. Even Mrs Collins was laughing now.

“That’s from ‘Hair’, Katy. Where did you pick that up from?” Amy asked me.

“It’s an album I’ve listened to.”

Mom added, “It’s the original cast recording.”

“I would love to hear that,” said Amy.

“Well, why not come over now and listen to it,” Mom said. She looked at Mrs Collins and said, “How about it, Kay? We just live up the road.”

Mrs Collins looked at Amy and said, “Sure. Why not.”

We got home and put away groceries. Shortly after that Mrs Collins and Amy pulled in the driveway. Mrs Collins had stopped to get donuts. Mom made tea.

Amy handed me her mother’s coffee cup and said, “Here, we figured you did the most to earn it.”

I dumped the sticky coins in the kitchen sink and rinsed them off. Two dollars and twenty cents.

“Mom, look! We should sing there every week.” The look Mom gave me showed I wouldn’t be singing at the farmer’s market anymore.

We all sat around the kitchen table. It was so weird to have my teacher at my house like a real person. I raised my hand once to say something and that got a laugh. I didn’t do it to be funny. It was just habit I guess.

I had a funny feeling inside me. The kind of feeling like something sexy was in the air. But I didn’t think anything would happen. I figured it was just because Mrs Collins was here in my house for real after all the sex dreams I’d had about her.

After a while Amy said, “Mom, do I have time to listen to the whole album?”

Mrs Collins said, “If Carol doesn’t have plans you can listen to it a few times if you want.”

My mom said, “That’s fine. I’ve got nothing going on. Katy, why don’t you take Amy up to your room and play the record for her.”

Amy followed me up the stairs to my bedroom. I’d forgot to close the door to my room that morning and all the heat from downstairs had gone up there. I told Amy to close the door behind her. For once it wasn’t freezing in my room.

Amy looked around.

I pulled the Hair album out of the one of the crates full of records and turned on the record player. It had two big speakers. I had them on either side of my room. When you sat on my bed you could hear them both. So I told Amy to sit on the bed. I sat next to her.

As we listened, I asked Amy, “In the play do you really get naked in front of everyone?”

Amy smiled at me, “Yes we do. I think it’s really beautiful and freeing. The song for that scene is coming up. Want to see me do it?”

“Um, sure, if you don’t mind.”

“No, not at all. It’s good practice for me. On the stage we start out with our costumes on. Then a screen comes down. They show things on it while we keep singing and undress behind it. Then the screen comes up and we’re all nude.

“Since we can’t do that in your room, I’ll have you turn your back to me and then tell you to turn around again at the right time. Okay?”

“Sure.”

We both stood up.

Amy put the record arm to a certain spot and started singing along to the music. She has a real nice voice and pretty loud too. She sang some and then motioned for me with her hand to turn around.

I turned my back to her. While my back was turned I felt funny. It dawned on me that this was really going to happen. I was going to see an eighteen-year-old woman I’d just met bare-naked. Plus she was Mrs Collins’ daughter. My knees felt all weak.

Then I heard her say “Okay, Katy, turn and face me again.”

As soon as I turned there she was. Bare-naked and still singing to the record, I had to kneel on the floor cause my legs felt like rubber. She was curvy and thin but not skinny.

She had medium-sized boobies. Her nipples were smallish but not tiny. And they were all stiff. Her pubes were the same color as her hair, a dark reddish brown.

She stood still while she sang. Her legs are real nice. Long and lean. The song ended. She reached down to me and took my hands and pulled me up and sat me on the bed.

Amy bent over in front of the record player to start the album again. I think she bent over more than she needed to. That made me glad, ’cause I got a great look at her bare ass. I got a glimpse of her pussy too.

She came back and sat next to me on the bed. She explained to me what Hair was all about.

I liked listening to her. I tried to keep my eyes on her face but I couldn’t keep them from drifting down some before I remembered to look at her face again.

Amy said, “Katy, I don’t mind if you look at me. It’s normal for you to be curious about an older girl’s body. Have you ever seen anyone naked before?”

I knew I shouldn’t say too much. There were a lot of things I was supposed to keep secret. I thought there was a little I could say though.

“Um, well, I uh… will it be our secret?”

“Well, of course, it will just be between us. You don’t have to tell me anything if you don’t want to.”

“Well, sometimes I shower with my mom. So I’ve seen her naked. But seeing you naked is different. It feels neat, like when… I better not say, maybe.”

“It’s okay. I’d like to know though. I hope we’re friends. I mean I trust you enough to let you see me naked and keep it our secret.”

“Okay, well I have a friend. Sometimes we do stuff. Um, like kiss and hug. And sometimes we look at each other naked. It makes us feel funny and we touch ourselves. Sometimes we touch each other, um, you know, down there.”

“Oh, sure, I understand. I like to do that too with other girls. Is your friend your age?”

“No, she’s ten, a year older than me. I hope you don’t think I’m weird.”

“No, not at all. I think you’re a very sweet girl. So you like kissing?”

“Yeah.” I made no attempt to not stare right at her nipples now. My eyes were glued to her boobies.

“Would you like to touch them?” Amy asked me.

“Could I, please?”

“Sure.”

Amy didn’t tell me what to do or not do with her boobies and nipples. She just let me play with them anyway I wanted. I think she was pretty sure I’d never done anything like this even though I had.

I could see Amy was enjoying it. She seemed to like just watching me feel her boobies and nipples up. I guess maybe it felt nice to her also. The music stopped and she got up to flip the album over. I got another great look at her ass.

She stood in front of me. My eyes moved up and down her. Mostly though my eyes stopped at her pussy now.

“You can touch my hair down there if you’d like to.” Amy said. So I did. “What do you think of it, Katy?”

“It looks like it would feel wiry but it’s nice and soft.”

“I guess you and your friend don’t have any hair, down there?”

“No, we don’t.”

“Would you like to kiss me like you and your friend do?”

I nodded my head “Yes” and Amy lay down on her back on my bed.

“Just lay on top of me, Katy, and kiss me like you kiss your friend.”

So I did. I just kind of touched my lips to hers briefly at first, then kissed her a little bit more. I pressed my lips against hers longer and harder. Then finally I slowly opened my mouth more and more, till I could stick my tongue in her mouth.

Her one arm was around the top of my back hugging me. Amy’s other arm moved up and down my back. Each time it went down my back her hand came closer to my butt.

After we had been kissing for a while she touched my behind and then cupped my ass cheeks with her hand and squeezed them.

I couldn’t help but wiggle my hips around a little bit trying to grind myself against Amy a little. The music stopped and slowly we stopped kissing.

“Would you mind turning the album over again, Katy?”

“No, I don’t mind.” I said as I slowly got on my knees. I felt her boobies a little bit more as I put my feet on the floor. I turned the album over and turned around to face Amy again.

She was laying on her side now. She had one hand between her legs and her other hand had her head resting against it. I stood looking at her and Amy said, “You are so cute. Tell me, Katy, when you kiss your girlfriend do one of you stay dressed or do you both get naked?”

“Um, we both get naked.”

“Oh. Well should I get dressed? Or can I get you to take off your clothes too?”

“Um, I don’t mind getting undressed. If you promise not to laugh.”

“Why on earth would I laugh.”

“Cause I don’t have any pubes or boobs or nothing.”

“I think you’re a perfect looking little girl. I won’t laugh. In fact, there’s something about seeing a girl your age that’s special to me. I mean you don’t get to see kids nude. So it would be a real treat for me to see a cute girl like you without anything on.”

I could see Amy was starting to kind of play with herself. “You don’t have to if you don’t want to, Katy.”

“No, I want to. It gives me the tingles down there.”

I lifted a foot up and took a sock off then did the same with my other foot. I pulled my sweater off next and stood there looking at Amy.

“That’s a good start.” Amy said. “Now take off your t-shirt.”

So I did.

“Yeah, nice. I love your little nipples. You’ve got a nice tight bod, Katy.”

“Thanks. Um, now what?”

“Unbutton your jeans and pull down the zipper.”

So I did that too.

“Oh, I like your pretty blue panties.” Amy said. “Now take your jeans off and your panties too.”

I pushed them both down to my knees and then I got on the floor and took them the rest of the way off. I stood back up and let Amy look at me bare-naked.

“Can we kiss some more, Amy?”

“We sure can. Get back up here.”

Amy turned on her back again and I lay on top of her again and we started to kiss. This time when she grabbed my butt I melted against her. I let my legs slide off on either side of her and she quickly ran a finger up my slit before rubbing my ass again.

We kissed till the record ended. She had me flip it over and start it again.

As I flipped the record over, she said, “You have the most perfect little ass.”

When I got back on the bed she had turned on her side.

We kissed some more. As we kissed we felt each other up.

I mostly played with her boobs and nipples at first.

Amy said, “I just have to rub off.” She moved back a little and began to masturbate.

I loved watching her and I started to play with myself too.

When I moved my middle finger up inside my pussy, Amy let out a moan. I could smell her pussy. She was getting real wet.

“Amy? Can we play with each other’s? You know, let me touch yours and you can play with mine. Okay?”

Amy took my hand and placed it on her pussy. She moved my hand on her and said, “Do it like that, okay?”

I said “Yeah, okay.”

After I was doing it for a little bit she put her hand on my bare pussy. She was very gentle but she touched me everywhere. I was getting close to having a come.

Amy started coming right at that moment. I came shortly after she did because she didn’t stop rubbing my pussy when she came. We both just lay there.

We kissed some more and laughed a little, ’cause now we shared a special secret. We stayed naked and listened to a couple more albums.

Amy suggested, “Maybe we can do this again sometime. Would you like that, Katy?”

“Yeah, I sure would.”

We finally got dressed and went downstairs. Amy used the bathroom and so did I when she was done.

Mrs Collins and Amy left after we’d sat around a little bit just chatting. Well, they chatted. I mostly just listened and daydreamed.

Then they left. I’d noticed that Mom was barefoot. I’d also seen that Mrs Collins shirt was buttoned up uneven. It had been normal before me and Amy had gone upstairs.

I snuggled next to Mom on the couch. Mom asked me what had happened up in my room and I told her everything. Mom seemed kind of horny. Her nipples were hard against her shirt and she kissed me a lot.

I asked her what she and Mrs Collins talked about.

“Well, Katy, it seems Mrs Collins and I are very much alike in some ways. It seems she has feelings like me and Aunt Billie and Grace Tran and your Aunt Sue.” Then Mom laughed a little. “And like Jean and Sandie.

“I can tell you, Angel, ’cause I know you won’t say anything. You see when Amy was ten she’d seen her big sisters having sex with each other. They were 14 and 17 at the time. They didn’t let her join in and she asked her mother about it. Amy really liked seeing them naked and having sex. Her mother understood and explained to Amy that her sisters were older.

“Kay, that’s Mrs Collins first name, Angel, told Amy if she wanted to she would show her anything she wanted to know about what her big sisters were doing.”

I unbuttoned Mom’s blue jeans and pulled her zipper down.

“So Kay took Amy into her bedroom. Kay told her about what kinds of things girls like to do with each other. Kay found out Amy was already masturbating.”

I pushed my hand down under Mom’s panties. She was real wet and I started to play with her pussy.

“So, uh, Kay, uh. Where was I, Katy?”

“Mrs Collins found out Amy knew how to masturbate already.”

“Yes, so well they, uh, Kay taught her how to kiss. Amy wanted for them to kiss naked like her big sisters did with each other. So, uh, Kay and Amy got naked together, and, uh, the rest is history so to speak, and uh. Oh! Shit! Katy, that feels good.”

“What else happened down here while I was upstairs?”

“Kay did this foot massage thing on me. She made me cum just by touching my foot in a certain spot. I couldn’t believe how good it was. Don’t stop, Katy. I think I’m… ”

Mom put her hand over her pants where my hand was on the inside of her pants. She pressed my hand down harder on her and pushed her pussy against my hand more. Then I felt her come.

Mom panted some and kissed me. We just sat for a little while and then Mom started to French kiss me. Next thing I knew she’d pulled my clothes off and started to lick my pussy.

I was really enjoying her mouth on me. I wanted it to last longer but when she rubbed a finger around my butt hole I couldn’t hold back and had my big come.

It wasn’t even dinner time yet and we’d had a lot of sex. After dinner Mom got out her laptop and we got in Mom’s bed naked together and read stories at Juicy Secrets. We read some of the new chapters of stuff together. We did that till we got so horny again we watched each other rub off. Mom let me sleep with her that night.

I woke up first on Sunday morning and looked at her sleep for a while. Then I went to the bathroom. I went to the kitchen next and had juice and made coffee for Mom.

We had a nice lazy Sunday with lots of sex thrown in. I wished it could be like that every day.

Continue on to Chapter 28

By Amanda

Neither Sandra nor I had drunk so much that we felt unwell the next morning. I led my love down the stairs and into the dining room, and over the next hour the rest of the women found their way there for breakfast. It was all quite informal.

Many of my guests were suffering from the night before, and I knew Josette’s remedy was nearly useless. However, Charity offered to make something to help them all, and her remedy was both fast and effective.

By noon everyone was cheery and ready for the final night of the party. I toured the house, making small talk as I did, finally stopping when I found the Madame Le Granade sitting in my library reading.

“Madame,” I said as I entered.

She marked her page and closed the book. “Hardly matters if I keep my place,” she said, looking at the tome. “Force of habit really.”

“I’ll leave it as an open invitation for your return,” I offered. Annabelle smiled at me.

“I wanted to thank you for greeting Charity.”

“The Negress?” she shrugged. “What’s the use of having all this influence if I can’t do something noble once in a while.”

Annabelle invited me to sit next to her, and I did.

“I once believed in slavery, and remaining loyal to the Crown,” she said. “I looked down on the common people, the poor, the Negros, the Orientals. I thought them all beneath me. Then, after the Revolution, I occasioned to speak with people other than just those of my own class and station. I found them charming in their determination and diligence. In the time since the Revolution I have come to believe that there is no one truly beneath me, only those less fortunate. I have seen people of standing lose their wealth, their homes, everything they had, and come to realize that it is only through chance or by the grace of God that I have held onto mine.”

“Words of wisdom,” I said with a smile.

“And I learned too late in life, I fear, to undo those things I’ve done that I now would consider immoral. At my age, you are keenly aware that the grave is ever approaching. It makes you look back on your life with different eyes. You are fortunate indeed that you had such wisdom so young.”

“I was orphaned. I dare say it is only the greatest fortune that I did not live my life as a simple maid, and in time a poor wife. Were it not for me meeting one particular girl, who was living in the home of a good man, my fate might have been… I shudder to think.”

“There but for the grace of God…” Annabelle repeated quietly.

“You believe in God?” I asked.

“I am a very bad Catholic. Which is no surprise, I was born here in Paris after all. I don’t know if I believe in everything the Church teaches, but I do think there is a deity.  Don’t you?”

“Not really,” I answered bluntly. “But don’t you worry about judgement?”

“‘Course I do, girl,” she laughed. “If the priests are right, I’ll be damned. I’ve not gone to confession in twenty years, and have committed such sins with women and girls that if I confessed them I would be excommunicated. But I don’t truly believe in damnation. It seems too cruel for a God who is supposed to love us so very much.”

“I suppose it’s the doctrine of hell that made me stop believing,” I said.

“Not to worry. We’ll likely cross paths in hell, if there is such a thing, and we can debate it there,” she quipped.

I couldn’t help laughing. Annabelle was stern and distant most of the time. She exuded an air of nobility in her normal comings and goings. But I, and perhaps a few others, were privileged once in a while to see a lighter side of her. For me, it was when she and I were alone as we were now.

“I have come to develop a great fondness for you, Elizabeth Jordan,” she said. “Were I thirty years younger, I’d give that pretty little maid you’ve taken up with a fight she would not soon forget.”

“What about the pretty maid you keep?”

“No, she is much too young. And to be honest, I do not even know if she is of like mind to us,” Annabelle replied.

After a moment’s pause, I said, “I have a question I’ve not found an answer to for years.”

Annabelle raised her eyebrow. “Do tell.”

“What is the word for women like us? We say ‘of like mind’, and I call us tom boys and ladies, but do we have a proper word?”

“The English call us Sapphists, I think. I have read of women like us being known as Tribades and Lesbians, the latter being a reference, I believe, to Sappho’s place of origin.”

“I have heard of Sappho,” I said. “So, there have been women like us since ancient times?”

“I’m certain of it,” Annabelle nodded.

“But what is it that makes us like this?” I asked.

She seemed to contemplate the question a time, then said, “There are those who say we suffer some madness, and others who see it as willful wickedness. But I prefer to think we were created this way for some purpose… though in all my years, I’ve not been able to imagine what that might be.”

“If that were true, it would seem that for some of us the purpose is to be damned to a life of permanent melancholy.”

“Well, at least you alleviated that for some of us,” Annabelle said with a smile. “Now, I think you’ve entertained this old crone far too long. Go and mingle with your guests before you’re missed.”

Taking her advice, I set about spending time with as many of the other women as I could find. I kept Sandra on my arm. I do not know how many people knew of my arrangement with the girl, but I wanted to be near her as much as I could for fear that I might never see her again after this party.

Eventually we found ourselves in the courtyard where Josephine and Penelope were flirting in a corner.

“Mistress,” Sandra said as we approached them.

Josephine turned toward us. “Aren’t we cozy,” she teased. “You make a lovely couple.” She pulled Penelope close to her. “This little girl tells me she’s a virgin,” Josephine grinned.

“Does she?” I said, trying to contain my mirth.

“Oh, that it were true,” Josephine laughed. She looked at Penelope. “Come, child, you do have the look of experience.”

“Is it my age?” Penelope asked. “Do I seem too old to be a virgin?” Then she sighed, “I don’t know why I bother. It’s not as if anyone would pass up the chance to bed me.”

“Indeed,” Josephine agreed. “And since you broached the subject…”

“Penelope,” I interjected, “perhaps this once you should resist your baser urges. I’ve no doubt someone else would be happy to indulge you.”

“Nonsense, darling,” Josephine protested. “Come now, even I can behave myself once in a while.” She tightened her grip on the girl. “I promise I won’t break her. Now if you will excuse us.” She began walking away with Penelope, then stopped before Sandra, looking her in the eye.

“Sandra, dear, would you like to join us?” Josephine was teasing me.

“I mustn’t, mistress,” Sandra curtseyed.

“That’s not a no.” I told Sandra. She looked at me with fear in her eyes. “I’ll not stop you.”

I pulled her close for a moment. “Would it be easier if I ordered you to go with them?” I asked.

Sandra was silent for what seemed quite a time before she curtseyed low. “I’m sorry, miss, I’m truly sorry. It is not for me to indulge myself.”

“Then allow me.” I pushed her toward Josephine hard enough that my former mistress had to catch her. Sandra couldn’t bring herself to state what she wanted, but to me it was obvious enough.

I watched the three of them return to the house. If Sandra chose to stay with me, then this would be the last time she would ever be able to make love to her mistress.

Back inside, I caught up to Catherine and somehow coaxed her up to my room. There I lay on my bed. She was watching me with a knowing smile, but it certainly did not seem like she was tempted.

“Alice says that I probably will never see her again,” I began. I patted the bed next to me and with a chuckle Catherine came and sat down. “Do you think you’ll ever return to France?” I asked.

“Of course not. Eliza and Alice have a daughter, as do I. I can hardly believe that we were able to be here at all. Besides, a ship really is no place for a woman. It would please me to never again have to set foot upon one.” She sighed, “Come along, dear, we should go back to the parlor.”

I reached out and stroked her arm. “Catherine, in all these years the only thing I’ve regretted is you not having me.”

“I, it’s, you’re like a daughter,” she said. “It isn’t that you aren’t beautiful or tempting, but… I don’t think I could.”

“Kiss me,” I begged. “Touch me, and if you still don’t think you can, then I’ll accept it.”

I sat up and drew close to her. I pressed my lips to hers and we kissed, perhaps more passionately than we ever had before. I took her hand and placed it on my breast, giving her permission to undress me.

Catherine pushed me down to the bed and opened my dress. She caressed my bare flesh, causing me to shudder. I could feel the blood rushing to my sex and the tingle in my belly.

She took my nipple in her mouth and suckled gently. Catherine pushed my dress the rest of the way open until I lay fully naked before her. She ran her hand along my flanks, and I couldn’t help but draw a deep breath and smile up at her.

“I’ve dreamed of this,” I whispered.

Catherine’s fingers played in circles on my belly. I was trembling at her touch. I reached out to began undoing the buttons of her shirt, but she stopped me. I lay back down and she removed her shirt, then her breeches.

“Are you pleased?” she asked me.

I had never seen her completely naked. She had seen me in various states of undress many times, but this was the first time I’d ever seen Catherine undressed.

“I am.”

She leaned down and kissed me while running her hand over my mound and into my soft pubic hair. Her hand had only just folded down to brush against my sex when she stopped and sat back, covering her face.

“Oh god Liz, I’m sorry,” she said. “I may be many things, dear girl, but you truly are my first daughter and I cannot do this.”

I sat up. “Catherine, look at me. I’m a woman. I know I’m still comely, and I’m ready for you.” As I said this, I took her hand and guided it back between my thighs.

“See for yourself how ready.” I pressed her fingers into my folds and let her feel my wetness.

“Oh Liz, you tempt me, but this is wrong.” Again she tried to pull away, but I would not let her.

“Is it?” I said, before finally letting go of her hand. “Then go.”

She did not move.

“Catherine, I want this. I’ve always wanted this.”

She looked into my eyes for some time. She seemed unsure, something I was not accustomed to seeing in her.

”I’m so sorry Liz,” she finally said. She stood and begin to dress. I sighed and began putting my underclothing back on, but I decided I’d not bother with trying to get back into my dress.

“I do love you, child, but not like this.” She smiled at me. “I’m a lech, but not a cad.” She pulled me close and kissed my forehead. “You are the one pure love I’ve ever had. To me you’ll always be that untainted wide-eyed girl I first met in my tavern. Let me keep that… stay my daughter, Liz.”

Disappointed, I agreed, and we returned to the party with me on her arm. I did not care that all the women there would assume she’d taken me. I rather liked the idea to be honest.

“Be still my heart.” Josephine’s voice came from the main stair.

Catherine and I turned to see her coming down with Penelope and Sandra in tow. I held my hand out and Sandra hurried to me. I pulled her close and kissed her.

“Two of my favorite girls together,” said Josephine. “Was she all I remember, Catherine?”

“I wouldn’t know,” Catherine responded.

“No!” Josephine gasped. “Are you losing your touch?”

“I’m afraid that I would be the one losing my touch,” I admitted. Josephine gave me a confused look. “It’s true, mistress.”

“What is the world coming to?” she laughed. “Well, all the same.” She waved her hand. “Is dinner soon?”

“In about an hour,” I told her.

I had told everyone that there would be a show that night. During dinner the women speculated wildly about what it might be, but I and my co-conspirators would not reveal anything.

When the meal was done, we retired to the parlor and drank absinthe. Josephine provided us with the hemp she smoked, and we passed the next few hours quite dazed and drunk. At last the clock struck ten, and I led the ladies to my second floor where I had laid out pillows much as I had done the year before.

Once everyone was gathered, Annette entered and stood before the makeshift bed. I departed and found Virginia waiting below at the foot of the stair in her nun’s habit.

“Keep the coif and veil on,” I instructed.

She looked nervous but nodded.

“Will you be alright?” I asked.

“Yes, I will.”

She drew a deep breath, and we ascended the stair and entered my second floor ball room, as it were.

“Ladies and gentlemen,” I began as we stepped into view.

All of the women turned to us. Many appeared quite shocked seeing Virginia dressed in a habit.

“Tonight, our lovely Virginia, a virtuous nun” — there were titters of laughter — “will be violated before your very eyes.”

I led her over to Annette.

“Mind you, my friends,” I said, “this is no costume. This girl you see before you is indeed truly a nun, having taken her vows and committed her life to the church.”

“It’s true,” Virginia affirmed. Several women seemed taken aback.

I handed the girl to Annette who began kissing her. They lowered slowly down onto the pillows, caressing one another and kissing as they did.

First Virginia removed her lover’s dress, and soon after Annette began removing the nun’s habit, but Virginia was careful not to allow her headdress or crucifix to be taken off. Beneath she wore black stockings and garters, but nothing else, and these Annette left in place.

“Come, my child,” Virginia urged, in a stage whisper. “Show your devotion to the blessed virgin.”

Several women gasped at this.

Virginia pulled Annette to her breast, and her lover kissed and suckled, moving ever downward until at last she had reached the nun’s spread legs. Annette hesitated a moment before nearly falling forward and lapping at her sex. Virginia moaned and rocked her hips. She ran her fingers through Annette’s hair as the woman drove her fingers deep inside the girl.

The coif was nearly dislodged from Virginia’s head when she threw it back and cried out in ecstasy. Annette held her firmly, suckling her clitoris while the nun convulsed.

Virginia fell back onto the pillows, trying to catch her breath. Annette gently adjusted her head covering, then coaxed her to sit up. She kissed the girl, and they reclined, threading their legs together, each pressing her sex against that of the other. I’d never seen such a thing and was quite fascinated. They were moving in concert with one another, moaning as they did. They moved faster and faster, grunting and gasping until at last Annette and then Virginia each had reached climax.

They lay a time, recovering and caressing, before Virginia rose to her knees and crossed herself. “May the Lord bless and keep you,” she intoned.

This was almost too much for the ladies and they began cheering wildly.

I was quite pleased with it all. I called for Josette and had her escort my guests back to the parlor and provide them with champagne.

Myself, Annette, and Virginia lagged behind, waiting to make a grand entrance. Annette put on her underclothing, while Virginia remained only in her coif and veil.

“Thank you,” I said to them.

“All too happy to be a part of it,” Virginia laughed.

“Shall we meet your audience?” I asked, and they nodded their heads.

We made our way to the parlor where I announced them again to the cheers of my guests. “A toast to my lovely friends,” I said, “who entertained us so generously.”

The women raised their glasses and we drank. I began blowing out candles, not all of them but enough that the room was soon filled with shadow.

I found Sandra and took her to my side, then said to my guests, “I thank you all for coming, ladies. I hope you are all highly excited by the scandal and bawdiness of my party. Please, take your lover in your arms and enjoy this last night we have together.”

To encourage them, I pulled Sandra close and kissed her deeply. She sighed in my arms and almost seemed to melt into me. I wasted no time in removing her dress and then my own underclothes. We lay upon the floor kissing as we did.

Around us, women began to embrace one another. Unlike my first party, it took very little persuading to get them all undressed and making love.

“I wonder,” I said to Sandra as we lay gently caressing, “if this will be our last night together…”

She wrapped her arms around me and kissed me deeply when I spoke. It was no answer, no real hint, but I preferred not to think about the future at that moment.

Sandra reached between my thighs and pushed her fingers into my sex. “Use me for your pleasure, mistress,” she said, and then she was once again whispering her nearly incoherent mantras as she passionately kissed my body and worked to excite my loins.

When her mouth covered my sex and she drove her tongue between my folds I shuddered. Sandra was an expert lover in every sense. As she lapped at me and suckled my most sensitive places, she hummed a lullaby. The reverberations of it sent waves of pleasure through my body. She had never done anything like this before, and the ecstasy of it robbed me of any strength.

Without thinking about it I had raised my knees and was rocking with her tender attentions. The fire of my climax built within my belly and burst from me in shattering waves, and all the while Sandra continued her humming.

When I was fully spent, Sandra crawled to lay beside me. “Penelope taught me that,” she explained. “I’d no notion such a thing could be done.”

I returned the devilish kiss, humming the very same lullaby as she. As I did, Sandra moaned and writhed such that I had to wrap my arms about her thighs to maintain my hold on her. In a sudden movement she curled forward taking my head in her hands, and then fell back arching herself and nearly screaming. I’d never seen her react so. Then, to my utter shock my chin was dowsed in moisture.

With Sandra catching her breath I moved to lay behind her, spooning. Around us some of the women still made love, while others had long since sated one another. In time they all began to retire, and with that Sandra and I sought the privacy of our room.

In bed we pulled close to one another. She lay her head against my breast and I held her, stroking her back as I stared at the ceiling above. “Reste avec moi… mon cher.”

“Forever yours,” she murmured. I only understood part of what she’d said. She was very sleepy, and I was not certain she was even aware of what she was saying. I did not even want to dare the hope, for fear it would be dashed.

When morning came, I served my guests breakfast. Afterward I found myself bidding farewell to them in turn. Among the last to leave was the Madame. I had a driver prepared to take Josephine, Catherine, Eliza, and Alice to their hotel. They had booked a return passage on the same ship they’d arrived on, and it would take them days to get back to it.

Eliza and Alice were the first to say their goodbyes. Alice and I wept in each other’s arms. I wished I could promise her I would find my way back to the United States, but I knew that such a thing was almost impossible. And of course I knew that they would never return here.

They were followed by Catherine. There was no end of tears as we were both certain that this would be our final goodbye. I held Catherine such a long time, not wanting her to go. She was my oldest, dearest, most beloved friend. As I stood holding her, enjoying the matronly embrace, I realized that I was relieved we had not made love. She was a mother to me, and that is how it always should be.

At long last I managed to bring myself to let her go. When we stepped apart, Sandra took my arm and pulled close to me. She was trembling, and I think perhaps I might have been too.

Josephine then stood before us, smiling. “Well, Liz, there is only the matter of Sandra.”

I nodded my head.

“Come along, girl, it is time to go,” Josephine ordered. “I think you’ve shamed me enough.”

Sandra released my arm and I felt my knees go weak. She approached Josephine, her head bowed. Her steps were hesitant and once she reached her mistress she fell to her knees, taking the hem of Josephine’s dress in her hands.

“Forgive me, mistress,” she sobbed. “Please forgive me.”

Tears rolled down my cheeks. For everything else, for all my love, she was Josephine’s. The chains binding her would never be broken.

Josephine knelt down and pulled the girl to her. They whispered a moment before Josephine stood, tugging her dress from Sandra’s hands.

“Rise,” she ordered and Sandra obeyed. Josephine then approached me, her smile not fading. She came so close I found myself fighting not to shrink from her. My former mistress looked me over, studying my face. After a moment, she stepped back and took Sandra’s arm, pulling her close.

“Sandra, tell her your decision.”

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I am not an extraordinary woman, but I have had an extraordinary life, mostly due to much good fortune being heaped upon me, and a helping of gall that served me well more often than not.

My life continued on like this for many years. I saw many old and new faces in my tavern and held my yearly parties, always striving to make each one more awful than the year before. Of course, it was all in fun. My parties were meant to allow us to run wild and unrestrained. To let us have for those three days the freedom we never had in the outside world, and the debauchery we engaged in was meant to draw that out.

But as the years go by, one finds she attends more funerals than parties and that too much correspondence arrives in black-edged envelopes. The first was Annabelle La Granade, who passed two years after Sandra made her decision. She was attended by only her family and myself, as she had specifically called for me. In accordance with her wishes, her son continued to supply my tavern, though not at the prices his mother had given me.

Six years later, Catherine died of tuberculosis. Her daughter later married and is raising two sons I hear. Her daughter kept Charity in the home they had shared, and cared for her for the last four years of the former slave’s life. From all accounts, Elizabeth had loved Charity as a second mother. Though I must assume she had no idea of what their true relationship had been.

Virginia was, as she had predicted, found out by the Church, and I kept my promise to her. She worked in my tavern and lived in the house above for many years before I simply gave it all to her. She and Annette remain as close as ever to this day, though Annette’s health is failing and age is taking its toll as well on the former nun.

On occasion I still visit the Velvet Pony. It is more for nostalgia’s sake than anything else. The faces have all changed, but the old tavern remains a meeting place for women seeking one another’s company. I hear tell of salons and cafes which cater only to our kind, and have even visited one such place. I once believed women like us were an exceedingly rare breed. In my later years, though, I have come to think that perhaps we are not so rare as I’d previously thought.

Some years ago, Josephine took in a young girl of seventeen who had run away to escape marriage. Sadly for us all, her father found the girl and exposed Josephine. A male relative, one Marcus Wellerby, used the opportunity to steal Josephine’s wealth and have her committed to an asylum where she would spend the last eight years of her life.

As I have said, many of my friends have been taken from me. For some I know their fate, for others I do not. Josephine, however, is the only woman I know who was placed in an asylum after being discovered. Though I hear rumors of others, I have never confirmed any of them. I think the only reason her fate was so unthinkable was the extremity with which she lived. Had she and the girl simply been sweethearts, I do not think the results would have been so bad. After all, I think the father might not have imagined what was really happening. But he must have discovered something awful, because Josephine’s exploits became known. He did not simply take his daughter back, he exposed Josephine and publicly shamed her. A mistake for him, I suppose, as his name and his daughter’s were printed and his family humiliated. He lost his business, and from what I hear the daughter soon took her own life.

I traveled to New York to try and secure Josephine’s release, but failed to do so. I begged Mr. Wellerby to retrieve her and turn her over to me, but he was a beastly man, devoid of any compassion or kindness. I went so far as to offer a bribe, but I simply hadn’t enough money to interest him.

I am ashamed to admit that I even offered my body. I told him that just like Josephine I desired only women, and that men’s hands had never touched me. I told him that if he brought her to me, he would be the first. I would stay a month with him, and in that time he could do with me whatever pleased him.

I find it a source of embarrassment to admit to such a thing, and more so that he declined. Of course, I would never have upheld my end of the bargain, but I also knew that no matter what I could not have escaped unsoiled by his touch.

I do not know what animosity he held for her, but I believe the man truly hated Josephine and wanted to hurt her. Perhaps the only solace I could take is that Josephine was well cared for in the asylum, and her accommodations were the best one could hope for under such circumstances.

I found Temperance still serving in that house, and took the girl back to Paris with me. She said nothing of the man who’d taken her mistress from her. In truth, when I asked of him she would shrink and tremble. I take that as proof enough that he abused her.

In all the years I’ve known her since, she never spoke of her time with him, and seeing the distress it caused her, I never pressed. But from time to time I reminded her that should she ever wish it, I would hear her story.

She serves as a maid in my home to this day. However, I fear she will mourn the loss of her mistress to her grave. I do not think I will ever really understand why those girls, Temperance and Sandra, so loved Josephine, but they did indeed love her. I suppose for my part I do not think Josephine was wicked or intentionally cruel. But I think she was not a good woman either. Whether she meant it that way or not, what she did amounted to wickedness and cruelty. I do not think she had ever given a thought to what would become of her maids if something happened to her.

After Josephine’s death, I received a trunk that contained her personal effects, and fourteen volumes of what I can only call her diaries. They proved a most fascinating and terrible read. They did not significantly change my opinion of her, but they did allow me to understand her better.

Eliza died five years ago, and dear Alice followed her to the grave a few months later, from a broken heart they say. I learned this when a guitar arrived for me at my home. I recognized it right away as the lyre-style guitar the girl had so often played. I hardly needed an explanation, though, as it came along with a black-edged envelope.

We had continued writing each other until just before she passed. A month after I had received the guitar, a letter arrived. I recognized Alice’s hand on the envelope and when I opened the letter it read only, ‘I’m so alone.’ It must have been delayed or perhaps found and sent on once she was gone, but seeing it after knowing she was dead sent a chill down my spine.

Angelique and Jezebel lived for years in Paris, but they left some time ago and I have no idea where they are now or if they are even still alive. My last meeting with them, however, found them deliriously happy together and I should hope that they have remained that way.

Monique disappeared with a Dutch girl. I have heard conflicting rumors about her perhaps living in Amsterdam, but no one seems to know anything for certain. It is a necessity that we keep our secrets. But this also often means that dear friends or lovers may be lost forever. Even posing as widows or spinsters we were subject to men and their whims. And we mustn’t risk discovery no matter the cost. Josephine is proof enough of that, I think.

I ferried slaves out of the south for years. Catherine’s daughter, Elizabeth, continued her mother’s efforts with the blessing of her husband. But in time I was no longer able to keep up with the many demands of such a pursuit while also trying to appear as a legitimate shipping company. Finally I sold my ships to Elizabeth and now live in retirement from the wealth I was able to build over my life. I am proud that I was a part of the early abolitionist movement, even at such a distance. I may never see it, but I do hope a day will come that sees no slavery anywhere in the world.

I have no heir. All my worldly goods will belong to France when I die. Save, that is, what I have hidden away for Temperance and Josette. It should be enough for them to live a comfortable enough life on. It is my hope that they will remain at one another’s side. I do not think they were ever lovers, but they have always been close.

Neither Sandra nor Josephine told me what they whispered to each other that day in my entry hall. But in the end, Sandra chose to remain with me. We lived together, in love, never leaving one another’s side for twenty-six years, until two years ago when I lay my beloved Sandra to rest. Some nights the emptiness of my bed denies me even the slightest hint of sleep. I did not know I could love someone so deeply, nor miss them so dearly as I do Sandra.

In the years after she left her mistress, she slowly began to shed her chains. Sandra would always remain submissive to me, but she would, in time, stop calling me miss or mistress. And submissive though she was, she learned to speak her mind, and to make known her will in matters. I think men expect we women to be submissive. And having had such a woman at my side I understand the appeal. But as Sandra slowly began to act as my equal, I was much happier. I cared for her happiness greatly, so fulfilling it became much easier and more complete as she learned to express her wants and wishes.

When she died, her hand was in mine and our closest friends stood watch with me. Much as Maddy had, she died peacefully in her sleep. Her last words to me were simply, ‘Thank you, Liz.’ I like to believe she meant for taking her from Josephine, but her true intent I suppose I will never know.

Sandra had left instructions that she wished to be buried in her uniform, a uniform that had hung in my wardrobe for twenty years unused. It was worn and threadbare, but thanks to my skills with needle and thread I made it presentable for a funeral. As I worked on it, I found in a pocket three copper coins which I did not immediately recognize as pennies from the United States. They were old and seemed to have been worried over so much that most of the markings were missing. I nearly tossed them out when it occurred to me that she surely had carried them for a very long time. Thus I decided I would return them to the pocket so she could be interred with them.

I have left out much of my story. Nearly all of the troubles I faced in my life I have said nothing of. But troubles were many. I’ve seen so many dear friends snatched away. Forced to marry, or being married and discovered by their husbands, then made prisoners in their homes. Penelope was discovered by a husband we did not know she had, and beaten so badly that she nearly died. He then threw her out onto the streets and whatever has become of her I do not know. What I do know, I only know because after it happened she stayed with me three months. Then one morning I awoke to find that she and several expensive gold trinkets had gone missing in the night. She was a desperate girl with no prospects. I do not begrudge her the theft, and would consider it worth the small loss just to know if she was well. I suppose I hope most that she did not end up in a brothel. Even another husband would be better than that.

Out of respect for the families of those women I have known, I have in this telling used false names or forgone surnames. My own name is not what I have called it, because I am known in Paris, and my servants and associates would suffer shame if I were exposed. Only Josephine’s name is unchanged, as her exploits were known, and if it brings more shame on the man who committed her that this be known, then all the better.

I do not care about my fortune, nor if my name goes down in history. But what I do wish is for these pages to find their way into the hands of other Sapphists, or Lesbians, or whatever it is we are called. I want them to know what we did here so that we will never be forgotten. So that, though small it may be, it will be seen that we did leave our mark on history. That even beneath the boot heel of men, we found some happiness.

Fin

by Purple Les

After Aunt Billie had come on my face, we got ready for bed. Aunt Billie tucked me in and listened to my prayers and blessings.

I was the first one up Sunday morning. Aunt Billie was asleep on the couch and Mom’s bedroom door was closed. I poured juice for myself. Then I started a pot of coffee for Mom and Aunt Billie. I sat at the kitchen table and drank my juice and read the Gandhi book.

Aunt Billie got up, said “Good morning” to me, and went into the bathroom.

When she came back she poured herself some coffee and sat at the table with me. I asked her what was up with her and Mom.

“Where do you guys go? What do you do?”

Aunt Billie sipped some coffee and stared at me. “I wish I could tell you,” she said. “Your mother still has me sworn to secrecy. You make good coffee, Katy.”

“Thanks. What about you and Pam? Did you guys do more than kiss?”

“Not much more than kiss. Well, okay, I let her see and play with my tits. That was about it. I’d have liked to do more, but I had to get her home. I didn’t want to go too far with her. Besides, it sounded like you gave her plenty of comes yesterday.”

I felt my face get warm as I said, “Yeah, I guess so.”

Aunt Billie had a second cup of coffee. She took a cup into Mom. She came back a little later with the cup still half full. Mom slept most of the day.

I made a late lunch of scrambled eggs and mashed potatoes for all of us after Mom got up. Later Mom told Aunt Billie to go on home. She would be okay.

I didn’t dare ask Mom what they did. I just behaved myself. I went up to my room after awhile and read and listened to records. I got ready for bed and Mom tucked me in.

Monday was just a regular day except Mom didn’t go to work that day. I liked her being home when I got home from school.

When I got home after school on Tuesday she was home again. She’d been to the hairdressers. Mom had got her hair cut real super short. It took me awhile to get used to. I’d never seen her with short hair. I guess I stared a lot at it, getting used to her new look.

After dinner I said, “I guess I like it short, Mom. It makes you look younger and cool.”

Mom smiled at that and kissed my head when she got up from the table.

Wednesday when I got home Mom said, “Let’s go out to eat, okay?”

Well, I was okay with that, for sure.

Mom said, “The diner, or the Tran’s restaurant, or the pizza place?” Those were all the places to eat.

I voted for the Tran’s. I liked the food and I’d get to visit with Mary. When we drove by though, it was real busy, so we went to the diner. Mom wore a stocking cap. She didn’t take it off all evening.

I ate all my dinner. Mom got a to-go box for all the food she didn’t finish. We went out to the truck to head home. Mom turned the key in the ignition. Total silence.

Mom sighed. She looked at me and said as she patted my leg, “Maybe we’ll be walking home.”

There was a light tap on Mom’s window. We looked and there was Jed Johnson. He was around Mom’s age and no relation to Sheriff Johnson. Mom rolled down her window.

Well, this had happened so many times before I knew what they’d say to each other. He’d offer Mom five thousand dollars for the pickup truck as is. Mom would say “How do you have five thousand dollars?”

Jed would say, “It’s easy for a single guy like to me to save money when he doesn’t spend it all on horse. I have you and your late husband to thank for that. Helping me get clean and all.”

I guessed maybe Jed had a horse at one time and not having to feed and house it any more saved him lots of money. I’d rather be poor and have a horse.

As usual, Mom replied, “We were glad to help you. This truck meant a lot to my husband. I don’t think I could get rid of it.”

This was the part where Jed would say “Well, if you ever change your mind, Carol, call me.”

Instead he said, “Damn, I love this truck. It’s a classic, Carol. Tell you what. I’ll pay eight thousand cash plus I have a nice two-door car. Stick shift like you like, and it’s a solid good running car from this century. I’ll throw that in for nothing.”

Mom looked at him, then at me, then straight ahead out the windshield. She chewed her bottom lip and held the steering wheel with both hands. What she did next could not have surprised me more than her new haircut.

Mom stuck her hand out the window and said, “Okay, Jed. You’ve got a deal.”

Jed looked even more surprised than me. He shook Mom’s hand and said, “Well, all right! Damn, Carol, I never thought I’d see the day.”

“Well, there is one condition, Jed.”

Jed looked a little worried and said, “Knew there was a catch.”

“Get the truck started for me so we can get home.”

Jed laughed. Then he walked over and lifted the hood. It was a good thing Mom had parked by the streetlight. I heard his voice say, to no one, “Damn, all original except this battery.” Then he swore under the hood for a little bit.

“Turn the key and give her some gas, Carol,” Jed yelled out.

The truck started up and after a moment he closed the hood. Jed came to the window and said, “How’s first thing in the morning?”

“That’s fine,” said Mom.

We drove off toward home. By the time we pulled in the driveway I was trying as hard as I could to hide that I was crying.

Mom backed in to the driveway, leaving the truck facing toward the road and shut it off. Mom put her hand on my shoulder and I looked away.

“What’s wrong, angel?”

“It’s our last ride ever in the pickup.” And now I was bawling like a stupid little kid.

Mom sounded sort of relieved and said, “Aw, Katy, I bet when Jed’s got her all restored, he’ll give us a ride to the car show in it.”

I turned toward Mom and buried my face in her chest and said, “It’s not the same.”

Mom patted my hair and said, “I know the car he’s giving us, Katy. It’s sweet. It has a sunroof and CD player. It’s got AC, power steering, and power windows. We’ll drive up lots of new good times in it. I’m going to miss the pickup more than you. I have to be practical, angel. Understand?”

I sniffled and nodded my head “Yes”.

“I understand, Mom. I know it’s just a truck. But I’ll miss her.”

Mom put her nose in my hair and said, “I know, angel. I know. I’ll miss her too.”

We sat in the driveway looking through the windshield at the stars. We talked about the good times we’d had in the truck. Then we were getting too cold to stay out in her any longer. We went in the house.

I curled up next to Mom on the couch. Mom twirled her finger in my hair. I thanked her for taking me out to dinner. Then Mom said a strange thing.

“Katy, I know you’ve seen DVD’s and pictures of your Dad. You’ve heard all the family stories about him. I was wondering though, what do you remember about him?”

I snuggled against Mom as I tried my best to remember Dad. I had been so little when he died.

“I don’t remember a real lot,” I started. “I remember he would get on his hands and knees and pretend to be a horse for me.”

Mom smiled and hugged me. “That’s right, angel. I’d forgotten that.”

I said, “I loved when he would rear up like a real horse for me. I remember he’d call me ‘Katy Bug’. I liked when the three of us would hike in the woods, and he’d carry me when I got tired. Mom? Did Dad used to play a guitar and you guys would sing?”

Mom hugged me hard. “Yes. Your father played. We would sing. He taught me how to play one song. It only had two and a half chords. And you would make funny noises while we sang.”

“Do you still have his guitar?”

“Yep. It’s under my bed.”

“Can you show it to me?”

“Sure, but not tonight. It’s getting late.”

“Mom, how come when I was bad he’d say I was your daughter? And now when I’m bad you say I’m just like my father?”

Mom said, “How ‘bout you go brush your teeth and get ready for bed. I’ll be up to tuck you in.”

I got up but started to protest. That got me a light smack on my behind and Mom’s usual, “Get going, Kathleen.”

Mom came up to tuck me in. She listened to my prayers and blessings.

When I was done she said, “Katy, that’s just kind of a thing parents do sometimes. You know, like when you’re bad I say you’re like your dad. The truth is your dad did do some stupid things sometimes. But you are a sweet kid. And that’s when you’re most like your father. He was a very nice man.

“When you hit that boy a few weeks ago, well, that’s when you were most like me. I hated to see the worst of me in you.” Then she kissed me goodnight and went downstairs.

The next morning I said a last goodbye to the pickup truck. Mary came walking up the road to meet me and we walked to the bus stop.

When we came back after school the pickup was gone and a new-to-us car was in the driveway. It was cold out but that didn’t stop me and Mary from walking all around the car checking it out.

The car was a dull jet black. Mary said, “It’s cool, like a gangsta car or something.”

Mom must have seen or heard us outside. She came out with her coat and boots on and said, “Hi girls. What do you say we go for a spin? We can drive you home, Mary.”

Mom unlocked the door without touching the car. I’d seen people do that. Mary was unimpressed since her parents’ cars were new. I thought it was totally awesome.

Me and Mary sat in the back. Mary said, “CD players are old fashioned, every car has blue tooth these days.”

I said, “Well a CD player is okay with me. The truck had something called an eight-track player that didn’t work. Now we can listen to something besides the radio.”

Mom drove up to the highway and we went a good stretch. Then Mom exited and came back to town from the other direction. We stopped at the Tran’s.

Mr and Mrs Tran came out to look at the car.

Mary said, “Mom, can me and Katy play in my room?”

“Yes, that’s fine. And take Lucy with you so I can visit with Carol.” Then she looked at my Mom. “Carol, you come have some soup while the girls play.”

Me, Mary and Lucy went up to the apartment over the restaurant where the Tran’s lived. We went right to Lucy and Mary’s bedroom. We all took our shoes off and jumped on Mary’s bed for a little bit.

Then we talked about the new car for a little bit. Then Mary said, “Hey, Katy, we have time to play, you wanna?”

I said, “Okay, sure.”

Mary got off the bed and reached up under her school skirt and pulled her panties down and off. I did the same but I did it laying on the bed. Mary hopped back on the bed next to me.

Mary said, “Lucy, you can watch but you have to get naked.” We both watched Lucy take off all her clothes. I just loved looking at her tight little body and plump hairless pussy. Then me and Mary began to kiss each other. Lucy jumped on the bed and pulled the back of our skirts up and felt up our behinds.

Mary put her hand on my bare pussy and I did the same to her. We began rubbing each other off. I was sucking Mary’s tongue. Mary had a finger in my pussy. So I did the same to her, wiggling my middle finger into her tight wet pussy hole.

Lucy was lightly spanking my bare ass.

I broke my kiss with Mary so I could turn my head and look at Lucy. With her right hand she was spanking me and her left hand was cupped over her pussy. She was giggling.

The door swung open and Mrs Tran came in and closed it behind her. “Katy, your Mom wants to get going soon so you girls better hurry up and come.”

“Then you better help out, Mom.” Mary calmly said.

Mrs Tran flipped Lucy on to her back and began licking her pussy. Mary got on top of me and we began to sixty nine. I could hear Lucy next to me.

“Yeah, Mommy!” Lucy squealed. “Having a good feel good.”

Mrs Tran said, “Mary, you sit on Katy’s face while I lick her pussy.” Mary started to rub her pussy back and forth on my mouth while I felt Mrs Tran lick my pussy.

Mary pressed her sex down on my mouth. I could taste her pussy goo and she started to moan out, “Yeah! I’m cumming.” as she fucked my face. I kept my tongue stuck out to help her.

Mrs Tran was doing a good job on my pussy and I came hard in her mouth.

Mrs Tran didn’t let us hardly catch our breath.

She sent me across the hall to the bathroom where I washed my hands and face. I came back to the bedroom and Lucy was dressed and Mary lay comfortably on her bed. I put my shoes on.

I reached for my panties. Mrs Tran said, “No time for that.” I got a fast goodbye kiss in with Mary, and Mrs Tran took me by the hand downstairs.

Mom had an empty soup bowl in front of her and was drinking tea.

“Okay, thanks, Grace.” Mom said as she got up and put her coat on. I put on my coat.

Out in the car Mom said, “So, did you have fun?” I sat in the front seat and played with the radio.

Mom didn’t wait for an answer. She pulled out of the parking lot. Even though it had started to snow Mom opened up the sunroof. We were freezing but we left it open all the way home.

Mom pulled in the driveway and she was actually happy. She pressed the button for the sunroof and we watched it close. Then we went in the house.

Mom made me some dinner. While I ate, the phone rang.

Mom picked it up and said, “Hi, Grace. Thanks again for the soup, it really hit the spot.”

Mom listened then and finally said, “Yeah, well I had a feeling since you were up there so long. Yeah… that would be nice sometime. Huh? Yeah, I guess Jean and Siobhan could join all of us now. Okay, Grace, you too, bye,” and Mom hung the phone up.

Me and Mom cleaned up the kitchen and went to the living room.

Then we sat on the couch. “You were listening to me on the phone. What do you think, Katy? Would you like that, me and you and Siobhan and her mom and Mary and her mom and little sister, all of us having fun together with no clothes on?”

Just the thought of it was making me breath hard. “Yeah, Mom, that would be awesome, but we’d have a girl too many.”

“Maybe Aunt Billie could join us too.” Mom said.

“That’s a great idea. When, Mom?”

“Oh, sometime when it all works out for everyone’s schedule I guess.”

Mom put her hand on my thigh. She moved her hand up under my skirt. Her finger touched my bare pussy and she smiled.

“So you did have fun in Mary’s room, huh?” Mom asked me.

I didn’t mean to giggle but I did. “Yeah. I guess did.”

“Want some more fun, angel?”

“Okay.”

Mom lifted my skirt up. She lay me on my back on the couch and began to kiss and lick my pussy. She licked my butt hole also. Then she worked my pussy with her tongue till I couldn’t hardly stand it. I had my second come, my big come, and then I just lay there while she kissed my thighs and then my face and mouth.

After I rested awhile I asked Mom if she wanted me to lick her now.

Mom held me a long time before she sighed and said, “Thanks, not tonight, Angel. Time to get ready for bed.”

When Mom tucked me in I said, “Me and Mary are sure lucky to have moms like you and Mrs Tran.”

“Well, I guess me and Grace are pretty lucky too.” Mom kissed me and went downstairs.

Friday went by fast. The only thing special about it was on the way to school Mary handed me my panties from the other day when I was in her room.

“My mom washed them, Katy. But that doesn’t mean I wouldn’t mind helping you get them all sticky again.” Mary laughed after she said that, but she gave me a fast kiss on the mouth.

I felt funny having my panties in my school bag all day. Well, I didn’t have them all day. After lunch Mary took me aside. She looked around. We were in a spot nobody went to.

Mary lifted her skirt up. I was looking at her bare pussy.

Mary innocently said, “Oh, I guess I forgot to put my panties on this morning. Could I please borrow the ones I gave you this morning?”

Without saying anything, ’cause my mouth was hanging open, I reached in my book bag and gave her the panties. Mary slipped them on like it was the most common thing to do.

Seeing Mary’s pussy right in school like that gave me dirty thoughts all day. Then to top it all off, when she walked me home after school she… Well, she took the panties back off, right in my driveway.

“Thanks for loaning these to me today.” Mary said as she handed my panties back to me. Then she kissed me and made sure I moved my hands under her skirt to feel her bare ass.

Then she said goodbye, and made sure to pull her skirt up high to give me a goodbye look at her pussy and ass as she left.

When I went to my room to put on my play clothes I had to masturbate. The thought of Mary not wearing any panties, seeing her bare ass and pussy briefly right outside in my driveway, I came trying to picture Mary walking around outside bare naked for me.

That night, me and Mom just went to bed early.

Saturday, me and Mom were both up early. We had breakfast. We took a shower together. That was fun. But we didn’t really do anything except wash each other’s backs and kiss some after we were dried off.

We headed off to the farmers’ market in Mom’s new car. She brought a CD and we were playing it on the way there.

What happened at the farmers’ market that morning was the weirdest coolest thing ever.

Continue on to Chapter 27