Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

 

Author Unknown

The girl struggled with the night’s events until it was time to leave for school. Thanking her lucky stars it was Friday, at least, Kori grabbed her jacket, checked her long, dark hair in the mirror and headed for her sister’s car. At least I have the whole weekend to make some kind of sense out of this.

In the car, Kori unwillingly continued her inner battle until she was brought back to the here and now by her sixteen-year-old sister, Suzy.

“You’re awful quiet this morning,” said the cute older girl, without much concern in her voice.

“Yeah, guess I’m just tired,” muttered Kori.

That was the end of the conversation in the car; Kori tried to prepare her mind for school, and Suzy told herself over and over how embarrassing it was to have to drop off her seventh-grade sister at the junior high school; after all, she was now in the 11th grade.

Suzy stopped the car at the door and said shortly, “Well, see ya later.” Kori stepped out and trudged inside, not even bothering to thank her big sister for the ride.

She was a little early for school, so she searched out her two best friends. Becka and Jenna were both eighth-graders. Jenna was known among her friends as a quiet, innocent type; she’d only recently experienced her first kiss. Becka was totally different; earlier in the year, she had dated a high school freshman, and it was said that she was no longer a virgin, a rumor she would neither confirm nor deny. Becka’s the one I need to talk to, she assured herself.

She had the opportunity when Jenna excused herself to the restroom. Grabbing Becka’s arm, Kori led her to a nearby stairwell, where she said, “I need to talk to you.”

Trying to keep herself from crying, Kori spilled the whole story about what had happened on the previous night.

Becka only said, “You mean, you’ve never touched yourself before?”

When Kori shook her head, the older girl chuckled and tried to explain to her that it was okay. With only a few minutes to spare, Becka tried to explain the concept of masturbation to her fascinated friend — but before she could make any real headway, it was time for class.

“We’ll talk after school,” Becka called over her shoulder as she disappeared into a classroom.

Kori had trouble concentrating during her first three classes. She thought about what Becka had told her: that masturbating was kind of like having sex with yourself, it wasn’t a sin, and almost everybody did it. It was just enough information to leave Kori brimming over with curiosity, dying to know more.

At lunch, she made a beeline for the table where she always ate with her friends, only to be informed by Jenna that Becka had gone home sick. Kori fumed about it, though there wasn’t anything she could do but wait. Needless to say, the prospect of a whole weekend of unanswered questions had the girl bristling with frustration.

After struggling through the rest of the day, Kori made her way home from school. She had to walk, because big sister Suzy had cheerleader practice that day — but it wasn’t very far anyhow, and Kori appreciated the chance to be on her own with her thoughts for awhile.

Once home, Kori’s mother Sandra called out, “Hey, hon — Jenna just called, she wants you to phone her back.”

Racing up to her room, Kori chucked her backpack into a corner, kicked off her shoes, then flopped down on the bed before picking up her phone to dial up Jenna.

“Hey, you. Wanna sleep over tonight?” Jenna inquired after she answered. Kori checked with her mother, got her permission and told her friend that she would love to. She quickly packed an overnight bag  — shorts, clean undies, t-shirt, toothbrush and a few PlayStation games — took her bike out of the garage and quickly pedaled her way to Jenna’s house.

The evening did help take Kori’s mind off her problem. She and her friend played games, ate pizza and watched movies; typical sleepover stuff. They slept until nearly noon, when Jenna’s mother woke Kori up. She informed the girl that her parents had gone out to dinner in a nearby town and that Suzy was gone to the mall with some friends. Jenna’s mother was getting ready to leave for the store, so Kori dressed, said a quick goodbye to Jenna and caught a ride home.

When they pulled into the driveway, Kori was puzzled to see Suzy’s car there. Her sister usually drove when she went anywhere with friends, because she had the nicest car. Shrugging it off, the girl unlocked the front door and carried her bag into her house.

She was met with a strange sound; she couldn’t put her finger on what it might be, but quickly realized that it was coming from the other end of the house, where hers and Suzy’s bedrooms were.

Tiptoeing down the hall, Kori saw a faint light coming from her sister’s room on the left. Peeping inside, the girl noticed that the curtains were closed tightly, making the TV the only light in the room. She then noticed the image on the television, and was shocked to see a man and woman having very energetic sex.

Kori’s only sexual know-how had come from sixth grade sex education, but she knew right away what the two lovers were doing. The man’s erect penis was sliding in and out of the woman’s vagina, and both were panting hard as they coupled.

Finally, Kori noticed a figure, stretched out on the bed. It was Suzy; she was lying naked on her belly at the foot of the bed — luckily facing away, so she couldn’t see Kori in the doorway. All of her clothes were on the floor, and her long blond hair was pulled back in a ponytail. Suzy had her knees tucked underneath, causing her bottom to stick out as if she was presenting it to a partner. Kori could see her sister’s hand working away between her legs; every so often, Suzy would switch hands and suck the fingers that had just been touching her pussy.

After only a few seconds of watching this, the younger girl felt the same tingling between her legs that had taunted her earlier in the week. Common sense prevailed, however, and she determined that this would be her means of learning how to masturbate.

Before long, however, her watch-and-learn mentality gave way to an unbearable desire try it out, right then and there. She silently slipped a hand into the waist of her jeans and found her young slit, surprised at how wet it was. Kori gently toyed with her pussy as her sexy older sister fucked herself to the movie on the television.

Soon, Suzy began to moan. The moans grew louder and louder until they became a long scream. Finally, the older girl relaxed and licked her hand clean one last time before reaching for the remote control that lay beside her.

Sizing up the situation, Kori reluctantly withdrew her hand from her jeans, tiptoed back down the hallway and quietly slipped out of the house. Locking the door behind her, she rang the doorbell.

After a few moments, Suzy appeared at the door. “Where’s your key?” she demanded.

“I think I left it in my room,” answered the younger girl. “Hey, I thought you were going to the mall.”

Suzy struggled to think of a cover story. “Uh, I am. I just got up and I was getting ready to go take a shower.”

“Okay, then.” Kori walked past her sister, smiling as she retreated to her room.

Soon, Suzy left. Kori waited a few minutes to make sure she wasn’t coming back for anything, then she headed for Suzy’s room, hoping against hope that the movie was still there. After a little searching, she found it, behind some books on her sister’s bookshelf. Quickly removing all her clothes, Kori popped the video cassette in and settled down on Suzy’s bed.

As the first scene began, a woman was dancing in front two men, occasionally lifting her skirt to reveal her naked pussy to them. Kori spread her legs and examined her own womanhood. She knew that dark hair was beginning to grow there, just like the woman in the movie.

When the two men started fucking the woman, Kori positioned herself on the bed just as she had seen her sister do. This, however, was uncomfortable for her, so she turned around and lay on her back with her legs wide open. She began to mimic her sister’s hand movements, until that scene ended and a new one began.

This one featured two women masturbating while a third woman sucked a guy’s dick. Kori began to do exactly what the two women did, and before long she had a nice rhythm going as she caressed her throbbing clit. After a few moments, her hand began to move faster and faster until she felt an incredible new feeling welling up inside her body.

Suddenly a rush of pleasure overwhelmed her, and Kori heard a cry come from her mouth that was very similar to the sound her sister had made earlier. The feeling seemed to go on forever, but finally she came back down to the ground, dazed, sweaty and very satisfied.

*****

At the breakfast table on Monday morning, young Kori could hardly believe how much had changed since this same time the previous Friday. After feeling so certain that her weekend would be ruined by her struggle with the desire to touch herself, everything was suddenly and unexpectedly different.

First, her friend Becka, a year and a half (and one grade) older, had briefly explained masturbation to the curious seventh-grader. Then she had received the best education imaginable, by coming home and spying on her sixteen-year-old sister Suzy and she masturbated to a porn flick. After learning all she could from her older sister, Kori seized the opportunity to watch the movie after Suzy left, and fingered herself to a lovely orgasm, her very first.

All weekend long, over and over, Kori explored this new pleasure — in her bedroom, in the bathtub. She even got bold on Sunday morning while her parents were at church and fingered herself to a satisfying orgasm in their room!

I got off at least seven times this weekend, the young girl thought. All traces of her previous inhibitions about masturbation were long gone, and Kori had only one goal for school that day: to tell Becka that she had finally done it, taught herself how to come.

As Kori made her way to her locker that morning, she realized she wasn’t going to have to search her friend out to share the news; Becka was already looking for her. When their eyes met, Becka ran over to her. “Oh, Kori, I’m so sorry. I hate that I left you hanging like that,” she said apologetically.

Kori smiled and said, “It’s okay; I figured it out myself!”

Becka’s eyes lit up and her mouth displayed a wide smile as she said, “Really? Oh, wow! That’s great!”

“What’s great?” interrupted their other friend Jenna, who had just found the girls.

“Uh… nothing, really,” said Becka. “Kori was just telling me about something that happened on TV this weekend.”

Jenna looked confused for a moment before saying, “Oh,” and excusing herself for class. Kori thought seriously about telling Becka the rest of the story, about her big sister Suzy and the porn movie, but decided against it.

School was a breeze that day. When the bell rung, Kori grabbed her backpack, said a quick goodbye to her friends and disappeared out the door. Sure enough, Suzy was waiting for her — impatiently, as always.

When they arrived at the house, Kori said, “Y’know, I kinda feel like taking a bath.”

Suzy gave her younger sister a funny look. “In the afternoon? Whatever.” With that, she went into her bedroom.

Kori grabbed some clean clothes before heading off to the bath. There, with the door locked, she undressed as she turned the faucet of the tub on. Once it was full, the girl eased into the steamy water and settled back, letting her thoughts wander. She made it a point to wash her hair and body before she got carried away. After those chores were done, it was time to relax.

Kori sat back and began to caress her budding breasts. She imagined herself masturbating in other, riskier places. She thought of touching herself in the bathroom at school, and in the garage. She pictured herself, jeans and panties around her ankles, sitting on the steps and bringing herself to an orgasm in the basement. As her arousal grew, Kori began to focus her attention on her pussy. Spreading the labia, she found her clit, which was already throbbing with excitement. The girl began to tease the tiny organ.

Before she could get too far, Kori was interrupted by a pounding on the bathroom door. “It’s Becka on the phone,” said her sister. “You wanna come out and take it?”

“Can you bring me the cordless?” asked Kori.

Moments later, an annoyed Suzy opened the bathroom door, the phone in her hand. “Here, your Majesty.”

As she walked toward the bathtub, Kori desperately hoped it wasn’t obvious what she had been doing, but her red face and stiff nipples were a definite giveaway. Suzy didn’t seem so irritated now, and she was definitely checking out her younger sister’s nudity as she handed Kori the phone. Then the older girl slowly left the bathroom, turning to take one last look before closing the door behind her.

What’s she so interested in? Kori wondered, feeling somewhat embarrassed at Suzy’s perusal. Bet she knows what I was up to, damn it.

She brought the phone to her ear. “Hello?”

“Hey, it’s me,” came the voice on the other end.

“Sorry. I was just taking a bath,” said Kori.

Becka giggled and said, “Yeah, I’ll bet you were just taking a bath.”

“Stop that!” Kori said, trying to sound angry. Both girls broke into giggles and then silence.

“I just can’t believe that you never did it before,” said the older friend. “I started when I was eleven.”

Kori thought for a second before responding, “Yeah, but you don’t have the same kind of parents I do. They’re way more uptight.”

Becka admitted this was true. They engaged in idle chat for the next few minutes. Then, with Kori in the middle of a story about school, Becka accidentally yelped.

“What was that? Are you okay?” inquired the concerned younger girl.

“Uh, yeah, I’m fine,” stammered Becka. Kori pressed her friend to tell her what was wrong, until the older girl finally gave in and said, “Okay, I was playing with myself. Are you happy now?”

Kori didn’t know what to say. She certainly hadn’t expected that, although she had been doing the same thing the entire time they had been talking. Almost without thinking, she replied, “Me too.”

“Well, don’t let me stop you,” said Becka, and the phone fell silent again, as both girls concentrated on their pussies.

Breaking the silence, Kori innocently inquired, “Where are you?”

Becka answered, “No one’s here, so I’m in the living room on the love seat. All I’ve got on is a t-shirt, and that’s pushed all the way up to my neck.” She laughed. “Good think no one is around… you can see everything I’ve got!”

Becka’s mind conjured an image of her friend loving herself in the bath, an image that sent a thrill through her. This was very unusual; she’d never thought about another girl in that way before, but the feeling it gave her was too good to pass up. She let the image run free in her mind as her hand picked up the pace.

Meanwhile, Kori was facing the same issue in her bathtub. She imagined Becka, the way the girl had just described herself, and the mental picture brought a whole new level of desire to the eager young teen. She, too, began to finger herself faster as she pictured her friend doing likewise in her living room. She’d never seen Becka naked before, so she was forced to conjure up an image of how her friend might look without her clothes.

Kori tried to picture Becka’s soaking pussy, imagining a tuft of dark blonde hair. Each girl imagined what the other was doing, and pretty soon, there were stifled moans on both ends of the phone.

As silence fell again, Becka thought she would break the ice this time. “Wow, I never did anything like that before,” she said, kicking herself for saying something so lame.

Kori was still coming down from her climax; finally she gathered herself and said, “Me neither.”

Becka brought up something about school, thinking that her friend may be a bit uncomfortable by this point. The two talked for a few minutes, then Becka said, “Hey, you wanna come over and watch TV tonight?”

Kori replied, “Sure! But I don’t think Mom and Dad will let me stay.”

“That’s okay,” said Becka. The girls set a time and said goodbye.

When her parents returned, Kori convinced her mom to let her go over to Becka’s, promising to be home by 10 PM.

When she reached her friend’s house, Kori raced to the front door and rang the bell.

Becka met her at the door. Both girls had dressed modestly, still a little self-conscious about the afternoon’s phone conversation. Kori had worn jeans and an old sweater, while Becka wore a sweatsuit.

“My folks are upstairs already,” Becka said. “Dad’s doing some work, and I think Mom’s taking a bath, then she’ll probably go to bed.”

The girls turned their attention to the TV for a minute before Becka asked, “Are you uncomfortable about… you know? What we did on the phone?”

Kori shyly nodded before asking, “Does that make us lesbians?”

Becka laughed before replying, “No. Lots of girls actually watch each other do that, and it doesn’t make them gay.” Kori was satisfied by this answer; at least it put her guilt to rest.

Kori thought and thought and finally chose to tell her friend the truth. “Becka, I want to know something. If I learned how to touch myself by watching somebody, would that be bad?”

“I don’t see why,” Becka assured her friend, curious to know more.

“Well, I did learn by watching somebody,” said Kori.

Becka had figured this from the question. “Who?”

Kori paused for a moment and replied, “My big sister Suzy.”

Becka’s eyes widened with surprise. She wanted to know all about it. Kori spilled the whole story — she told Becka about the movie and what her sister had done while she watched it, and about how she later watched it herself and mimicked Suzy’s actions.

Becka was both shocked and intrigued. She could feel her pussy growing very wet underneath her sweat pants. She tried to keep it to herself, promising herself that she would use that image in her bedroom later.

Kori was very bubbly all of a sudden; when she first came in, she seemed incredibly uncomfortable, but now she was talking incessantly. Then, out of the blue, she asked Becka, “Do you think Jenna does it too?”

Becka was fairly certain that she did; one time she had spent the night with Jenna, and the girl had disappeared into the bathroom for about half an hour after she thought Becka was asleep. Instead, she answered, “Maybe. I know how we could find out.”

“How?” Kori asked, a little suspicious.

“Let’s have a sleepover here Friday night — we’ll invite Jenna and we’ll ask her.”

Kori felt a little pessimistic. “We’ll just ask her?” she said with a frown. “You think she’ll tell the truth?”

Becka smiled at her friend. “If we do, I bet she will.”

Onward to Chapter Two!