Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

by StarSapphire

{ This story was originally posted at Lesbian Lolita in April 2005 }

I only spied Tanya briefly as she entered the condo opposite mine shortly after she moved in. But in that brief moment, she turned and flashed me a brilliant smile — and I was instantly smitten.

Tanya had lustrous dark hair that fell in a gentle wave to her shoulders, big blue eyes, bee stung lips and a pert little elfin nose. She was about 5 foot 1, but had a truly graceful figure for one so short. Her breasts were only gently suggested mounds, but her bottom had a round, squeezable look that set my heart racing. She was exactly my type. That she was only 11 years old shocked me to the core.

I had been spending my days in a depressing routine of work, television, reading and in general, staying out of touch with the human race as much as I could. I had recently left a gay relationship of five years and felt sad and betrayed. My lover Julia had left me for someone else, someone all of 18 years old. Having just turned 35, I felt the pain much more intensely, and longed to be reaffirmed as an attractive, sexy, worthwhile woman. That my reaffirmation would end up coming instead from a lively, self-assured young girl just reaching adolescence still astonishes me.

If anyone were to `rescue’ me, I had actually pinned my hopes on Tanya’s mother, whom I had seen more often. Leanne Grainger was 35 with honey blonde hair and a wonderful figure, standing much taller than her daughter. I’d known of her for years as a local TV reporter and part-time anchor, though I’d never actually met her before.

Leanne seemed as genuinely warm and self-assured in person as she did on air, and my heart did flip-flops whenever I bumped into her. In my present emotional state I didn’t fully trust my gaydar, but I thought I caught that `look’ from her and I quietly pinned up my hopes.

Tanya must have taken on her father’s characteristics except for her face, which was a smaller, more delicate version of her mother’s. In personality she seemed precocious and lively, a little more energetic than her mom, but with all her warmth.

Leanne and I struck up a friendship at the residents’ meeting in our building that took place a couple of weeks after she’d moved in. Being new, the only person she had even a nodding acquaintance with was me, and she invited me to her place for coffee afterwards, I was a bit excited to be spending time with such an attractive woman, even though I didn’t expect anything to happen, really… but if I was excited then, that was nothing compared to how I felt when she introduced me to her daughter Tanya.

“This is Carla, honey. Carla, this is my daughter Tanya.”

As Leanne spoke the words, Tanya popped up from the couch and came over to shake hands. I was a little startled at her eager response, but I gladly took her proffered hand in mine and felt its delicate texture. As I looked into her baby blues a little tremor ran through me… a tremor I immediately knew for what it was: sexual attraction.

I was stunned, unable to speak. What in God’s name was happening to me? I’m lusting after my neighbor’s child!

“T-Tanya, that’s a pretty name,” was all I could blurt out.

“Thank you. It’s my grandma’s name. And you’re pretty too!” Tanya giggled, covering her mouth and looking at me with her laughing eyes.

My knees felt weak. I did take some pride in my features and tried to dress the part. I am all lipstick lesbian, slim, trim and feminine with 36C breasts and the same ass I had in high school, but somehow Tanya’s compliment had touched me deeply.

When I got home later I cried for the first time since Julia had left. Then I felt so overwhelmed by my desire for little Tanya that I masturbated, getting off at least three times to images of her babyish body spread out before me naked… or her head buried between my legs, a fantasy that brought on a wave of shame when it was over.

I spent the next few weeks utterly amazed at having fallen in love so quickly with someone so impossible for me to possess… and swore a solemn oath to myself that I would never attempt to consummate my feelings. I would love Tanya safely from afar. And I did amazingly well.

Leanne worked often odd hours and asked me to mind Tanya for her until something more permanent could be arranged. I was only too happy to oblige, already having no life and now being given the chance to spend several hours a day alone in the company of this little moppet that I desired so much. But I promised myself to be good — and I was. The trouble, as it turned out, came from Tanya.

“Do you have a boyfriend?” she asked me out of the blue one evening.

“Well, uh, no,” I hesitated. “I just left a relationship a couple of months ago, but that was with another woman.” I glanced at her, trying to read her reaction, but she just stared at me as if I’d mentioned it was warm and sunny outside. “We were lovers,” I added, expecting her to be shocked, I suppose. She wasn’t.

“So… you broke up. Was it hard for you?”

“It was, yeah,” I sighed, “but I’m learning to cope… and I’m enjoying being free.” God, I’m a terrible liar.

“Did you love her?”

“Yes, very much. Why are you asking me about this, sweetheart?”

“Well it’s just that, uh, I have feelings for someone that I think is really special too… and I don’t really know what to do. I mean, I’m only 11 and … and it’s a woman. Like your friend.” Tanya was blushing furiously, toying with her fingers. “My mom said she thought you liked girls, and when you said about your lover that, um, she was a girl, I wanted to talk to you about the way I feel. Um, is that okay?”

“Oh honey, of course it is!” I exclaimed. “So… how did your mom know that I liked girls?” This was intriguing.

“I don’t know. She didn’t tell me that, and she wasn’t sure about it anyhow.” Tanya looked up at me, then grinned. “But I’m sure glad she got it right, because I need to talk to someone about how I feel. I really don’t know what to do. About the girl I like, I mean.”

“Are you good friends with her?” I asked.

“Oh, yes. I see her all the time… and she is so beautiful that sometimes I can’t stop looking at her. I want to kiss her. Like, you know, a real kiss.”

“That sounds serious. You’re a very pretty girl yourself, you know. Do you catch her looking at you now and then? That’s usually a good sign.”

“Yeah, I think so. She seems to like my boobs, like I have any!” she laughed. “I’ve even caught her looking down my shirt!”

I, of course, had been doing the same thing to her, and definitely shared her erstwhile lover’s infatuation the view down her top. Has she caught me looking too? I wondered.

“Your boobs are going to be fine, girl. My God, you’re only eleven!” I laughed. “But hey, wear some tops that make it easy for her to look. You might as well dazzle her, honey. If she’s interested, it’ll get her crazy hot… and if she’s not, well there’s no harm done.”

Tanya seemed to contemplate that advice for a moment… then gave me a sly little look. “Cool idea!” she declared, and we both dissolved into giggles.

The next evening Tanya came over and settled into the far end of my black leather couch. She looked ravishing in a pair of navy blue tight slacks and a loose cotton top. She grinned at me and lowered her knees.

“This is what I wore today,” she giggled, pulling at her loose top. “When I bend over like this, you can see right down it to my boobs.” And she did just that, giving me a tantalizingly brief glimpse of her pert young nipples, and a wicked look when she caught me staring. I blushed a deep red.

“Tanya, you are so naughty! So… did you impress her?”

“I think so,” Tanya said with a cute smile. “I’m just all confused right now about her. I mean I want to be with her and kiss her and cuddle her with all our clothes off, but I don’t know what to do after that, really.” She seemed so forlorn all of a sudden. Then she looked up. “Can you help me?”

“Tanya honey, I don’t know,” I replied, my heart going out to her as my own forbidden need to kiss and cuddle her mounted. “What do you think I can do?” I said, placing a hand on her shoulder as she sat next to me.

“Well,” she said hesitantly, “could you… could you teach me how to kiss? I’ve never kissed anyone before. I mean, it wouldn’t count, you know? Just to s-show me how.” A very pleading look was in her eye.

I was taken aback, to say the least. Kiss her? Of course I would, but how could I make it “not count”?

“I — I guess so, Tanya. Here, sit back and close your eyes,” I instructed. I nervously leaned in and brushed my trembling lips against hers. The touch was magic and a shocking current of lust shot through me, right down to my aching pussy. I lingered for a second and fell the full rich texture of her lower lip against mine as I ever so slightly parted my lips, but only enough for a quick taste with my tongue. I pulled back slowly. “There, how was that?”

“Oooh, I loved it… do it again, okay? Only longer this time!”

Tanya moved her face eagerly into mine and our lips met in a much deeper kiss. But I kept my lips closed, not trusting myself to go further with this experiment. My heart pounded like a jackhammer, and I heard Tanya moan gently as we continued. I decided to break it off.

“Doesn’t seem like there’s too much I have to teach you about kissing, you little minx.” I whispered with a grin. I was red and flustered while Tanya looked up at me, all dreamy eyed and out of focus.

“I like kissing you,” is all she said. Then she laid her head against my shoulder and wrapped her delicate pale her arms around me. I gently stroked her lustrous dark hair, my tummy tying up in anxious knots.

“This girl you like is very lucky, little one,” I told her as I gently kissed the top of her head. “I hope you’ll both be very happy together.” Tanya breathed a deep sigh against me and hugged me tighter.

“Me too, ” she murmured into my blouse. “I don’t know how I can just tell her how I feel, though,” she sighed, “It’s… kinda weird.” Then she quickly looked up at me again. “Let’s kiss some more!” she implored. “It’s okay — it doesn’t count, remember?”

“What do you mean ‘doesn’t count’?” I wanted to know.

“I mean it’s just practice, you know? It – it doesn’t mean anything, so we can do whatever we want, see?”

“Not really, but okay. And Tanya, you can’t tell your mom I was teaching you how to kiss. She’d freak out!” I laughed, but meant it all the same.

“Of course not, silly! Besides I don’t think Mom would want to know that I’ve got a crush on another girl, do you?”

“Probably not. But you’ll probably have to tell her eventually that you are… that you like girls, honey,” I cautioned her, recalling with a shudder my own dreadful experiences with coming out. I felt certain that Leanne would be far more understanding than my mother had been.

“I will, but right now I want to practice kissing with you.” Without wasting any time, Tanya leaned across me, wrapped her arms around my shoulders and planted her lush full lips square against mine, this time moving them around a little then parting them slightly.

All sorts of crazy feelings were rushing through me at this point. I so wanted to just open my mouth and kiss this young creature like a lover, but I knew there might be no turning back if I did. I was dizzy with excitement and my throat was achingly dry. A deep wet throbbing began in my loins and spread up through my breasts to stiffen my sensitive nipples. I moaned as I felt her hot wet tongue start to push against my closed lips.

“Wait, Tanya!” I cried, pulling back from our kiss. “This is getting too intense.”

“I know! That was so cool, Carla! You’re a great kisser!”

“Honey, we shouldn’t let this go any further. I’m 35 years old, sweetheart, and you’re only 11. Maybe w-we ought not to do this anymore,” I stammered.

In that moment Tanya looked shattered. Despite all her grown up precocity, she was still just a young girl. I thought she might cry.

“Besides,” I said, “What about your friend?” I asked, trying to revive her spirits. “She’s the one you want to be kissing and, um, making it count, right? I’m just your baby sitter. I bet she’s much better looking than me… and now you can teach her how to kiss.”

“I don’t have to teach her,” Tanya said sullenly.

“You don’t?” I asked, puzzled.

“No, she already knows how to kiss.”

“How do you know that?”

“Because… she’s kissed before.” Tanya stared down into her lap. “She’s… older than me, she isn’t a girl.”

“Who is she, Tanya?”

“I –- I can’t tell you yet. But I will. Is that okay?”

“Sure it is, honey.”

“Besides, I don’t care if you’re 35,” Tanya looked up at me seriously. “I’m the one who gets to decide if you’re too old anyway, not you!”

Yeah, but then I get to decide if you’re too young, ” I countered with a poke in her chest.

“But we’re just practicing… so it’s okay, right?”

“Oh, Tanya…” I drew her into my arms, and we kissed.

We were locked in a light embrace for several minutes then, the heat obviously rising between us as our mouths moved softly against each other. This time we pulled away slowly and smiled.

“That was nice,” I whispered to her.

“Mmmm, it sure was,” Tanya replied, squeezing me tightly. We sat cuddled together for the next hour or so, behaving ourselves, watching TV, then snacking until Leanne came by to pick her up.

“Was she any trouble?” Leanne asked me at the door.

“Of course not. She’s a real sweetheart. She can come back anytime.”

I felt so guilty that I couldn’t look her in the eye as Tanya walked past me and into the hall.

“See ya tomorrow!” Tanya called out as she entered her doorway.

I slowly closed my door then leaned my shoulders against it. What on earth am I going to do!? I thought frantically, then shrugged and headed for the shower.

Starting the shower, I took a long look at my naked body in the mirror. My breasts were still firm and full and my skin still nicely toned. I decided to trim my dark brown pubes, then, for a brief moment, contemplated shaving it off completely. How absolutely depraved, I thought with a wry smile.

Getting under the hot water brought back all the steamy emotions I’d been sharing on the couch with Tanya, and it wasn’t long before I had two fingers deep inside my pussy, working myself into a frenzied climax. A slower, deeper orgasm followed in bed after I’d dried myself off and hopped under the covers naked. Finally, I drifted off to sleep.

Carry on to Chapter Two!