Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

by Ebo

Rachel moved closer, kissed her deeply, then put her lips to Megan’s ear to whisper, “Tonight is your chance. All of those things you have been thinking about doing to a girl… Do them to me.”

Her heart racing, Megan thought about the videos she had seen. When she had finally admitted to herself that she was a lesbian, she had turned to the internet to see just what that meant. She had found a blog about how to please a woman. The publisher had been very thorough in her articles, including some very graphic how-to videos.

She had lain awake that night, wondering if she could do those things to another woman or to let another person do them to her. She had fallen asleep still thinking about it and had had the most vivid, erotic dream of her life. The details of the dream had faded as she came awake but she remembered feminine curves and frantic passion. The crotch of the thin panties she had worn to bed had been wet from her excitement.

It hadn’t taken long for her to start fantasizing about doing those things she had seen in the videos. Especially at night, right before bed, when she’d slip her hand into her panties and close her eyes. Thinking about pleasing another girl or woman with her hands and mouth would bring her to intense orgasms, leaving her a trembling mess of happy nerve endings.

She had already fulfilled one of those little fantasies tonight, had kissed a girl for the first time. Now, with her hand on Rachel’s breast, she was so nervous because she sensed it was going to be a night of many firsts.

Rachel must have felt Megan tense up at her words, because it sounded like she was smiling as she whispered, “Ah. So there is something.”

Swallowing hard, Megan asked, “How did you know I’ve been thinking about… things?”

“I was about your age when I started thinking about them,” Rachel said, smiling at Megan, “I was lucky enough to have a close friend who let me try those things with her.”

“Try them?” Megan parroted, her heart racing.

“She was my first,” Rachel said, a touch of wistfulness in her voice.

“Oh,” Megan said.

“She was a little older than me,” Rachel said, meeting Megan’s eyes, “taught me many things.”

Rachel’s is a little older than me, Megan thought, not missing the look in the girl’s eyes, and I’m sure she could teach me many things.

“Like what?” Megan found herself asking.

Rachel gave her a weighing look, then asked, “Do you really want to know?”

Megan started to answer, then realized there was more to the question. Rachel wasn’t asking if Megan wanted to know what her friend had taught her, but if Megan wanted to learn them herself. Megan had to admit the offer was intriguing. Rachel had already taught her a few things tonight and she didn’t see the harm in learning a little more.

Her voice was a little shaky as she said, “I think so.”

“You think so?” Rachel said, amused.

“Yeah?” Megan said.

“Was that a question?” Rachel teased.

“Yes,” Megan said, laughing, “teach me.”

“Well, if you insist,” Rachel said, moving closer. She put her arms around Megan’s neck and kissed her deeply.

Megan’s toes curled and she didn’t want the kiss to end. She melted against Rachel, her arms going around the girl. It was all instinct, since she had no idea what she was doing. Still, it felt right. With a mind of their own, Megan’s hand explored Rachel’s back, then lower to test the firmness of her buttocks. She could barely believe her own boldness.

“Why don’t you lie down?” Rachel said, easing back from the kiss.

Megan looked down at the leaf covered, muddy ground, then said, “Really?”

Smiling, Rachel kissed her, said, “Use my dress.”

“It’s going to get muddy,” Megan said.

“That’s what a washing machine is for,” Rachel said, letting go of Megan. She went to her knees, stretched her dress out on the ground. Taking her hand, Rachel urged Megan to join her. Her heart beating a mile a minute, Megan sat on the dress. With a playful smile, Rachel put her hand on Megan’s shoulder and gently pushed her down. From her hands and knees, Rachel leaned in and kissed her

Megan’s breath caught in her throat when Rachel pressed her lips to the curve of her neck, then the slope of one of her breasts. She shivered as Rachel ran her tongue around her areola. Rachel trapped her nipple between her lips. Not ready for the intensity of the lovely sensation, Megan moaned in surprise. Rachel rolled her eyes up at Megan, a smile tugging at the corners of her mouth as she continued to tease the pink nub of Megan’s nipple. Just when Megan didn’t think she could take much more, Rachel moved to her other breast.

Rachel’s lips pressed against the hollow of her rib cage, then lower on her stomach. Megan gasped as she realized what was happening. Her eyes wide, she watched as Rachel kissed her stomach, just above her belly button. Rachel hooked her fingers in the garter belt, pulling it down long enough to place another kiss where it had been. Letting the garter belt return to its place, Rachel put her hands on the insides of Megan’s thighs and gently spread them wide.

Feeling painfully revealed, Megan wanted to clamp her thighs closed, but Rachel’s hands were still on her legs, holding them open. She gasped as Rachel leaned in and pressed her lips to the crotch of her panties. She didn’t know why she was surprised; she had known where this was heading when Rachel urged her to her back on the ground. Still, knowing where it was going and having it suddenly get there were two different things, apparently. Feeling Rachel’s lips on her very intimate place was both exciting and frightening.

Oh my God, what have I gotten myself into, Megan thought, chewing on her lip as Rachel placed another kiss on her girlhood.

Rachel’s fingers hooked in one of leg holes of her panties, pulling it aside. Megan shivered as the cold air found her sensitive skin, then shivered again as Rachel’s hot tongue found her bud. The sudden rush of pleasure startled a nervous laugh from Megan and she put her hand over her mouth. Her laughter turned into a moan as the flick of Rachel’s tongue awoke her nerve endings.

“Do you like this?” Rachel asked.

“Yeah,” Megan said, chewing on her lip.

“If you do it lightly,” Rachel said, lightly caressing Megan’s bud with her tongue, “it tickles.”

“Yeah,” Megan said, squirming.

“A little more pressure,” Rachel said, once again showing Megan what she meant. The lovely pressure of her tongue made Megan’s moan thickly. Rachel kept it up a lot longer than it took to make her point, had Megan’s body going crazy under her attention.

Megan was a little frustrated when Rachel suddenly stopped. She met the girl’s eyes in the dark, saw her smiling playfully. Frustrated or not, that smile got her heart racing. She shivered as Rachel kissed the inside of her thigh, ran her tongue over the soft folds of her labia. It didn’t feel as good as what Rachel had just been doing to her but Megan thought Rachel was teaching her another lesson. By the time Rachel’s tongue found her bud again, she wanted it so much more.

A little tease to build the anticipation, Megan thought. As her hips began to move with a mind of their own, pushing her girlhood eagerly against Rachel’s mouth, she decided it was a good lesson to learn.

“Do you like this?” Rachel asked, her smile saying she already knew the answer to her question, “What I’m doing?”

“Yeah,” Megan said, a little embarrassed.

“So I shouldn’t stop?” Rachel teased.

“No,” Megan laughed.

“You know, if I keep doing this,” Rachel said, using her fingers to massage Megan’s bud, “it’ll be your turn next.”

“Um, I know,” Megan said.

“Should I stop?” Rachel asked, again.

Taking a deep breath, Megan said, “No.”

Rachel moved up to give Megan a breath-stealing kiss, then smiled and said, “I guess I better teach you everything I know, then.”

Laughing, Megan said, “I guess so.”

Rachel hooked her thumbs in Megan’s panties, removing them. She lowered her mouth back to Megan’s girlhood. The hot, wet caress of her tongue set Megan’s nerve endings to crying out for more and the roll of her hips pushed her pussy against Rachel’s mouth eagerly. Megan tried to pay attention to what Rachel was doing to her so she’d know what to do when it was her turn, but the pleasure washing through her young body made it hard to focus.

As another moan slipped from her slack mouth, Megan rolled her eyes in the direction of the party. She and Rachel had walked just past the reach of the fire’s light and the music was still blaring, but she really didn’t know how much privacy they had. Chewing on her lip, she tried to stifle her little noises of enjoyment, failing miserably. Rachel was making it impossible to keep quiet.

Megan hadn’t been sure that she was ready for this, for having sex with a high school girl, but she couldn’t deny her body’s response to the lovely things Rachel was doing to her. The heat of her excitement melted away her doubts, her nervousness. Any questions she had about her sexuality had been put to rest. This is what she wanted. More than that, she wanted Rachel.

She stopped worrying about the party, surrendering herself to the pleasure washing through her. She had no experience to use as a reference, but she thought Rachel was skilled with her mouth. The teenager was having no difficulty driving Megan’s young body crazy.

Megan’s eyes widened as she realized she was going to come. She had discovered the joys of masturbating a couple of years ago, recognized the build-up of tension in her body in anticipation of that explosion of pleasure. In the moonlight, Megan met Rachel’s eyes, saw the girl knew what she was doing to Megan, knew what was about to happen.

Even though she knew it was coming, her orgasm still startled a gasp from her. As intense a climax as she has ever had, it shook her to pieces and left her a trembling mess. It had never been like this before, never so good. Rachel kept the lovely sensations rolling through her with a lazy caress of her tongue, let her drift down slowly from her orgasm.

“Oh my God,” Megan managed to say, still trying to catch her breath.

Laughing, Rachel crawled up to kiss her, a deep lingering one that made Megan’s toes curl all over, again. Megan kissed the girl back eagerly, a little surprised by how quickly she was taking to it. She had just received her first kiss minutes ago, but already the hesitation was gone. She just felt comfortable kissing Rachel, even though they had just met. There seemed to be a connection between them.

Or maybe I’m just drunk and horny, Megan thought.

Rachel pulled back from the kiss, said, “Trade spots with me.”

Her heart started beating faster as Megan moved so Rachel could stretch out on her back. Looking down at the lovely high school girl, Megan wondered what it was going to be like doing those things Rachel had done to her to the girl in return. Again, she thought about those instructional videos she had seen and how she had wondered if she could ever do those things to another person. She knew the answer to that question now. With a deep breath to bolster her courage, Megan moved between Rachel’s legs.

The author of the blog had talked about foreplay, about letting her touch and her kisses turn her partner on before they moved onto the more naughty fun. Megan thought about how excited Rachel had made her before moving lower and she thought the author was probably right.

On her hands and knees, she leaned in to kiss Rachel’s neck, her collarbone. She heard Rachel sigh and it emboldened her. Megan got a thrill up her spine as she placed her lips on the slope of one of Rachel’s breasts. It was the same tingle of excitement she always got when she was doing something she wasn’t allowed to do. She definitely shouldn’t be doing this.

Trapping the nub of Rachel’s nipple with her lips, Megan teased it until Rachel’s back arched off the ground. The moans that dripped from Rachel’s slack mouth encouraged her. She ran her tongue around the pebbled areola, making Rachel shiver with excitement. Rachel’s hand slipped onto the back of Megan’s head, holding her there. Getting the message, Megan didn’t let up until the girl had had enough. Only then did she move lower.

Megan’s breathing had quickened and her pulse had raced as Rachel had kissed her way down her stomach and Megan had to smile when she heard Rachel’s breathing change. Megan had succeeded in turning the girl on, the butterfly kisses she was leaving on Rachel’s stomach exciting her.

Rachel lifted her backside off the ground and Megan hooked her fingers in the panties she wore. Her hands were shaking some as she removed the underwear, running it down Rachel’s long legs and off. Setting them aside, she looked at the girl. There was just enough light from the moon above to reveal the soft folds of her labia, the hood of her clitoris just peeking through. She took a deep breath and ran her hands up Rachel’s thighs. She had to bite back a nervous giggle as she moved her hand onto Rachel’s pussy.

God, she’s wet, Megan thought, her fingers teasing a moan from Rachel. The girl’s body moved against her hand eagerly, encouragingly. Before she could chicken out, Megan placed a kiss on the girl’s bud. That first brush of her lips in a very intimate place was the worst of it and she realized it wasn’t much different than the rest of Rachel she had kissed tonight. It was taboo and exciting but not unpleasant.

Relaxing, she ran her tongue across Rachel’s bud, tasting the salt on her skin. She heard Rachel moan and Megan had to hold in another nervous giggle. That moan was because of her, because of what she was doing to Rachel. She was going down on another girl, something she had only fantasized about doing at night when she was pleasuring herself. One thing she hadn’t expected about this experience was the way Rachel’s moans and sighs of enjoyment made her feel. Her little fantasies hadn’t accounted for how sexy it was to make another girl feel this good.

She might be as turned on as Rachel was. Rachel’s back suddenly arched and her fingers dug into the earth as Megan gently sucked on her hood. Smiling, Megan thought, Well, maybe not quite as turned on as Rachel.

Rachel’s hand returned to the back of Megan’s head and it made Megan smile. She must be doing something right because Rachel didn’t want her to stop. The hand on her head wasn’t necessary; Megan didn’t want to stop until she had returned the favor from her orgasm earlier. It had been a night of many firsts and she wanted to add making Rachel come to that list.

Her cheeks were wet and her jaw was beginning to hurt but Megan heard something new enter Rachel’s little cries of enjoyment. She looked up and saw the look in Rachel’s eyes. Her heart beating faster, Megan thought the girl was close. Rachel’s eyes held hers, and she couldn’t look away as the girl started to lose control. In that shared intimacy, she saw Rachel’s climax in her eyes even before she felt the girl’s body go crazy against her mouth.

Wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, she moved up Rachel’s supine body to give her a kiss. She giggled as the girl pulled her down atop of her, wrapping her arms and legs around her. When Megan pulled back from the kiss, Rachel was smiling at her.

“I must be an amazing teacher,” Rachel said, sighing happily.

Grinning, Megan said, “I take it I did okay.”

“More than okay,” Rachel said, kissing her. In a move that startled a giggle from Megan, Rachel rolled them over.

On her back in the leaves and mud, Megan looked up at the girl expectantly. Rachel gave her one more lingering kiss before getting to her knees. Megan propped up on her elbows, curious what the girl was up to. Nudging her legs open, Rachel moved between them and straddled one of Megan’s hips. With her hand on Megan’s knee, Rachel lifted her stocking clad leg up until it rested on her shoulder. Megan frowned, wondering what Rachel intended.

It wasn’t until Rachel lowered her body weight onto Megan and their bodies molded together that it sank in. Her eyes wide, Megan looked at the very intimate joining of their bodies. Megan met Rachel’s eyes and the girl just smiled and rolled her hips back and forth. Megan gasped at the lovely pressure and friction on her bud as their bodies ground together.

Laughing at Megan’s reaction, Rachel leaned in and kissed her, said, “You didn’t know about this, then?”

“No,” Megan sighed.

“Ah, then you are in for a treat,” Rachel said, then laughed, “Um, no Halloween pun intended.”

“Are we… doing it?” Megan asked.

“It’s called tribbing,” Rachel said, nodding, “but yeah.”

“Tribbing,” Megan said, remembering seeing a video with that name on the blog she had found. She hadn’t clicked on the link. Now, she really didn’t know what to expect.

The feel of Rachel’s body rubbing against hers was lovely, each meeting of their pussies sending a ripple of pleasure through her young body. The roll of Rachel’s hips started out slow, but her pace increased with her excitement. The teenager hugged Megan’s leg close, used it as leverage to really grind against Megan. Those ripples of pleasure came faster and faster, each one more intense than the one before it.

Rachel put her arm around Megan’s neck and rolled them, so Megan was on top. They were getting further and further away from their clothes, something Megan was vaguely aware of as Rachel helped her into position. She felt Rachel’s labia mash against hers as their bodies molded together again. Rachel had her hand Megan’s buttock, urging her to push her hips back and forth. With a little practice, Megan found a rhythm that had both of them moaning.

The night air was still chilly but she didn’t notice anymore. The world receded until it was just the two of them in their throes of passion. Megan lost herself in her own pleasure and that of Rachel. She kept her hips moving, pushing them both closer and closer to the edge of bliss. Rachel met her with every thrust of her hips, their bodies moving with harmonious grace.

Megan found that place, a sort of plateau where her body couldn’t go any further, and she was ready to come. In the dark, she met Rachel’s eyes, and the girl nodded. It was the look in Rachel’s eyes that finally pushed her all the way into ecstasy and she cried out as she climaxed. Her cry wasn’t the only one to break the stillness of the night, Rachel coming only a heartbeat behind her. Even through the cloud of pleasure in her brain and body, Megan felt Rachel shaking beneath her.

Out of breath and trembling all over, Megan flopped on her side next Rachel. She smiled when Rachel pulled her close. Putting her head on Rachel’s breast, she listened to the girl’s heartbeat as it began to slow back to normal. She snuggled tighter against the girl as the cold night air, temporarily forgotten, made its presence known, again.

“Holy shit, Harley,” Rachel said, laughing.

Megan frowned at the name ‘Harley’ then remembered it was what she had told Rachel her name was. Blushing, she regretted not telling Rachel her real name. It would have been nice to hear Rachel say ‘Megan’ in that sexy tone like she had said ‘Harley’.

Should I tell her my real name? Megan wondered, chewing on her lip, I’m sure she’ll understand why I didn’t before.

Megan started to, then changed her mind. She reminded herself why she had worn the mask in the first place, which was to hide her true identity. Thinking about the mask, she wondered what Rachel would think of her without it. Would she be upset she had been tricked into sleeping with a thirteen-year-old girl? Would she still think Megan was beautiful if she could see her face?

Her insecurities reared their ugly head and she was glad Rachel didn’t know her name or what she looked like. Tomorrow, she’d fade back into mediocrity and Rachel would never know it was her if they passed each other on the street. That thought made her both sad and relieved.

Easing out of Rachel’s arms, she said, “Maybe we should go back.”

Rachel looked at her a long moment, then asked, “You aren’t having regrets about what we did, are you?”

“No,” Megan said, smiling at her. It was the truth. This wasn’t how she imagined her first time would be, but it was still pretty amazing. More than that, Rachel had been amazing- a patient teacher and a capable lover who had shown Megan the joys of being with another girl.

“Good,” Rachel said, kissing her, “let’s go back, then. I’m freezing.”

As she got dressed, she kept looking at Rachel. There was enough moonlight that she could make out the girl’s lovely body. Part of her wished they weren’t getting dressed. Rachel must have felt her eyes on her, because she looked up and smiled at Megan. Coming closer, she wrapped her arms around Megan’s neck and kissed her deeply.

“You better stop that,” Megan husked, trying to catch her breath, “I… We need to get back.”

Pouting, Rachel said, “You’re no fun.”

“Rachel, I… thank you,” Megan said, shyly.

“For what?” Rachel asked.

“I guess for being patient with me,” Megan said, shyly.

“I’m the one who should be thanking you,” Rachel said, kissing her again. “You were amazing.”

“Yeah?” Megan asked. Meeting the girl’s eyes, Megan thought she meant it. She was surprised how much the girl’s approval meant to her.

With a sexy smile, Rachel said, “I’m still waiting for my toes to uncurl.”

Pleased, Megan kissed her.

“We better get back. Your friend has probably noticed you’re missing,” Rachel said, slipping out of Megan’s arms.

They finished getting dressed, then started walking back toward the party. Rachel caught Megan’s arm just outside the fire’s reach. Raising her eyebrows, Megan gave the girl a curious look.

“Um… I liked being with you,” Rachel said, rubbing the back of her neck.

“I liked it, too,” Megan said, truthfully.

“I have to admit, I’m curious about the girl behind the mask,” Rachel said, digging in her purse.

“Curious?” Megan asked.

There was suddenly light, Rachel producing a small flashlight from her purse. Pointing it at the ground, Rachel said, “Do you think… I could see you without your mask?”

Her heart racing, Megan said, “I’m not sure that would be a good idea.”

“I know you’re too young to be at this party,” Rachel said, smiling at her.

“You do?” Megan said, surprised.

“Can I see if you are as beautiful as I think?” Rachel asked.

“Um, I…” Megan said, hesitating. She knew it was a bad idea, but the way Rachel said she was beautiful made her want to take the mask off. She wanted to be beautiful to the girl. Just how much surprised her.

“Please?” Rachel asked.

With a nervous laugh, Megan nodded. Biting her lip, she pulled the mask up, waited to see if she met Rachel’s expectations. As the flashlight slowly turned up and the light fell on her bare face, Megan really hoped the girl liked her.

Rachel gasped, “What the fuck — Megan?!”

It was Megan’s turn to gasp as she recognized that tone of voice. Only, she shouldn’t be hearing it now. Her heart sank as she asked, “What are you doing here?”

“What am I doing here? What are you doing here? I thought I said you couldn’t go to this party,” her stepmother said. The southern accent was gone, now, and Megan recognized her voice.

Megan looked closer, and she could see her stepmother’s face under the face paint. Now that she could see it, she didn’t know how she could have missed it before.

Her face grew hot as the reality of what she just did sank in. She’d had sex with her stepmother. Megan watched as the woman put a hand to her mouth as the same realization dawned on her, too.

“Well, this is awkward,” Megan said.

A startled laugh escaped her stepmother, and she said, “That’s one word for it.”

Remembering the party, Megan pushed the light away from her face and lowered her mask back into place. Looking at her stepmother through the eye holes, she said, “Um, what now?”

“Now…” her stepmother said, then sighed, “I — I guess we have a lot to talk about.”

“Yeah,” Megan said, laughing, “Am I grounded?”

“Oh, yeah. Sneaking out to parties, sleeping with older women,” Nicole said.

“In my defense, I thought you were just an older girl, not a woman,” Megan said, then squirmed when Nicole gave her a look, “I’m just putting that out there.”

“Duly noted,” Nicole said.

“Speaking of which,” Megan said, frowning, “what are you doing here? This is a party for high school kids.”

Megan couldn’t tell through the makeup, but she thought her stepmother was blushing. Looking away in embarrassment, Nicole said, “I… well… that’s complicated.”

Her eyes widening, Megan said, “Oh my God!”

Rubbing the back of her neck, Nicole said, “Fine. I’m attracted to… younger girls. I came to the party hoping to get lucky.”

Her own cheeks red, Megan thought, And I guess she did… with me.

Still frowning, Megan asked, “But, how did you know about the party in the first place? The seniors keep its location pretty hush-hush.”

“Um, I was invited,” Nicole said, then laughed when Megan gave her a look, “I was.”

“Who invited you?” Megan asked.

“Her name is Susan,” Nicole said, with a nervous laugh, “she’s a junior.”

“Are you… I mean… well, you know what I mean?” Megan asked, seeing her stepmother squirm, “wow! Really?”

Sighing, Nicole said, “Your father has been in prison for three years now, and he’s not getting out anytime soon. I — I have needs, like everyone else.”

“Oh,” Megan said, never really thinking about her stepmother’s sex life. Or lack of one, in this case. Her father being in prison was hard on everyone, she guessed.

A little sheepishly, her stepmother said, “I think Susan and I are over, though. She stood me up tonight.”

Grinning, Megan asked, “Is that why you picked me up?”

The woman rubbed the back of her neck and laughed, “Um, yeah… well, that and you looked really hot in your costume… This is my costume, isn’t it?”

Megan cringed, said, “Yeah.”

“Thought so,” Nicole said.

Something her stepmother said sank in and Megan asked, “You thought I looked hot in this costume?”

“Before I knew it was you,” Nicole said, then shook her head and laughed, “what a messed up night, right?”

Megan looked at her stepmother a long moment, decided neither one of them was freaked out enough about what had happened. She didn’t know how Nicole felt, but Megan realized she wasn’t all that upset about it.

Her beating a little faster, Megan said, “I don’t know… I’ve had worse.”

“Yeah?” Nicole asked, meeting Megan’s eyes. Seeing Megan meant it, the woman relaxed some.

“I thought you were hot in your costume before I knew it was you, too,” Megan said, then summoning her courage, “Still think you’re kind of hot.”

“I — well,” her stepmother said, flustered. Laughing, she met Megan’s eyes. She just looked at her stepdaughter for a second, then favored her with a sheepish smile. “If we are being completely honest, I’ve always thought you were beautiful.”

“Oh,” Megan said, caught off guard.

“Too much honesty?” Her stepmother asked.

“Just a lot to process,” Megan said, her heart a little goofy in her breast, “I think you are beautiful, too.”

“Oh, God,” Nicole said, taking a deep breath. Letting it out in a sigh, she said, “Um, I’m going to go home. I think I’ve had enough excitement for one night. You can stay, if you want.”

“Really?” Megan said, glancing at the party, “You are letting me stay?”

Laughing, Nicole said, “Might as well have some fun before you get grounded.”

“I… tThanks, I think,” Megan said, surprised.

“Just do me a favor,” Nicole said, meeting Megan’s eyes, “don’t get into too much trouble.”

“I’ll try,” Megan said, playfully.

“Don’t make me regret letting you stay,” Nicole said, putting her hand on Megan’s arm, “be safe.”

“I will,” Megan said, smiling warmly at the woman.

She hadn’t wanted to like Nicole when her father started dating her, had set out to dislike any woman after he left her mother. Nicole hadn’t seemed to mind Megan’s icy demeanor, didn’t try too hard to win her over. The woman made it clear early on that she wasn’t trying to be Megan’s mom. She was happy just to be Nicole’s friend.

Surprisingly, Megan found herself loving the woman almost as much as her father did. She wasn’t exactly sure when she first started having genuine affection for the Nicole; she just sort of realized she loved the woman one day. The first time she called Nicole ‘Mom’, the woman cried and hugged her tightly. It was then that Megan realized the woman loved her, too.

Their stepmother-daughter relationship became more formal when Megan’s father was indicted on two counts of vehicular manslaughter and sentenced to ten years in prison. With Megan’s father in prison, Nicole has had to step into the role of Megan’s guardian. Nicole has never complained, but Megan figured it had to be a bummer getting stuck with a step-kid while your new husband was away in prison. Megan tried to give the woman as little grief as possible and tried to help out around the house as much as she could.

Nicole looked like she wanted to say something else, then changed her mind. Turning to walk away, she said, “I’ll see you when you get home.”

“Okay,” Megan said, then added, “I love you.”

Turning back, Nicole said, “I love you too, sweetie. Have fun.”

Then her stepmother was gone, and Megan was left to wonder what would happen when she got home. She had just slept with her stepmother and the fact that she wasn’t all that freaked out about it worried her. She could still feel the woman’s body moving against her own, could smell Nicole’s perfume on her skin. Even after Megan’s mask was pulled back and her identity revealed, there had still been a glimmer of desire in her stepmother’s eyes. Megan hadn’t been lying when she admitted she thought Nicole was beautiful. She’d always thought so, and after what happened tonight…

“Shit,” Megan said, rubbing the back of her neck.

Walking back to the party, she wondered if Nicole was having thoughts like the ones going in her mind. Like maybe it wouldn’t be such a bad thing if there was a repeat of what happened tonight. Megan’s cheeks were flushed as she thought about sleeping with Nicole again. She’d be lying if she said the idea didn’t appeal to her, at least a little bit.

“Shit,” Megan said, again. She made a beeline for the drink table, suddenly needing something for her nerves.

“There you are,” Casey said, coming up beside her.

“Hey,” Megan said, smiling at her friend.

“Blake was looking for you,” Casey said, a mischievous grin on her face, “I told him you found another dance partner.”

“I — What do you mean?” Megan said, sounding guilty as hell to her own ears.

Must have sounded guilty to Casey’s ears, too because her smile widened. Her eyes were shining as she moved closer, said in just loud enough so no one but Megan could hear her, “Oh my God. I was right! So who is she?”

“No, I…” Megan said, then realized her friend wasn’t buying it. More than that, she didn’t seem all that surprised. Sighing, Megan said, “She’s… her name is Rachel.”

She didn’t want to explain to Casey how she ended up sleeping with her stepmother, so she just told the girl the fake name Nicole had given her.

“Did you two make out?” Casey asked, then started laughing when Megan blushed, “You did!”

“Shh,” Megan said, looking around.

“Sorry,” Casey said, moving closer, “so what are we talking here? First base? Second?”

Megan looked at the girl for a long moment, then said, “You don’t seem… I don’t know… surprised, I guess.”

“That you’re into girls?” Casey asked, then shrugged, “I’ve been getting the feeling lately, then I saw you and Rachel sneak off and I knew.”

“Huh,” Megan said, her stomach sinking.

“Relax,” Casey said, putting her arm around Megan’s shoulder, “You are my best friend. That’s how I noticed. I doubt anyone else has figured it out, yet.”

With a sigh of relief, Megan said, “Good. I — I don’t think I’m ready to tell anyone. To be honest, I’m a little freaked out, you know.”

Laughing, Casey said, “You should have thought about that before sneaking off to make out with some high school girl.”

“I didn’t think you would notice,” Megan said, smiling at the girl, “you seemed distracted by that boy you were dancing with.”

“I did notice, though,” Casey said, then gave her a look, “you dodged my question earlier. How far did you go?”

Megan looked away, her face on fire. When she glanced back, she saw Casey’s eyes get wide and her face got even hotter.

“Seriously?” Casey asked, laughing.

Shrugging, Megan said, “It just sort of… happened.”

“You slut,” Casey said, playfully.

“Hey,” Megan said, giving the girl a dirty look.

“Told you you were going to get some attention in that costume,” Casey said, winking at Megan, “danced with the captain of the football team, slept with a high school girl… Not too shabby for your first party.”

Not too shabby, indeed, Megan thought, then with an inward groan, too bad Nicole is going to ground me forever and this is the only party I’ll ever get to go to.

*****

Coming up the sidewalk to her house, Megan saw lights on in the living room. She glanced at the tree in the yard, weighing the option of just climbing in her window. She had ignored her own advice, had drunk four of the red cups full of punch, so climbing anything but the steps didn’t seem safe. Sighing, she headed up the walkway.

On the front porch, she hesitated. After the crazy events of the night, she really didn’t know what to expect when she walked through the door. It could run the gambit from an angry tirade about sneaking out to another bout of lovemaking.

She took a deep breath and opened the door. Her stepmother was sitting on the couch, looked up when Megan stepped inside. She had a glass of wine in her hand and a bottle on the table in front of her. Fresh from a shower, she had her robe on and her legs tucked up under her. Her hair was up in a ponytail and her face scrubbed of paint. Forgoing her contacts, Nicole wore her glasses.

God, she looks good like that, Megan thought, forcing her eyes away.

“Have a seat,” Nicole said.

Megan closed the door and walked over to the armchair adjacent to where Nicole sat. Sitting down, she crossed her legs and looked at the woman expectantly. Her heart was racing as she tried to figure out what came next.

“Did you have fun?” Nicole asked, sipping her wine.

“Yeah,” Megan said, her heart beating a little faster.

“Good,” Nicole said, then sighed, “I’m pretty sure I’m required to ground you now.”

Laughing, Megan said, “Probably.”

“Let’s do… a week, then,” Nicole said.

“A week?” Megan parroted, surprised.

“Not enough?” Nicole asked, a hint of a smile tugging at her lips.

“No, no. A week is plenty,” Megan said, in a hurry.

“Good,” Nicole said, laughing.

Megan looked at her stepmother for a long moment, thought even dressed down like this the woman looked incredibly sexy. Her face hot, Megan looked away before Nicole could notice. When she glanced back, she saw the woman playing with the collar of her robe nervously, which only made Megan’s heart beat faster.

“Um, about what happened…” Nicole said, her voice a little shaky, “when we… are you okay with what we did?”

Laughing, Megan said, “I don’t know… I was fine with it right up until I realized it was you.”

“Gee, thanks,” Nicole said.

“I didn’t mean it like that,” Megan said, blushing, “I don’t even regret it happened… I — I just don’t know what happens now.”

“Yeah, now…” her stepmother said, laughing, “That’s the big question, isn’t it?”

“I mean, do we just laugh it off,” Megan said, meeting her stepmother’s eyes, “chalk it up as a comic misadventure?”

“It does have a certain twisted humor about it,” Nicole said, laughing and shaking her head. Sobering up some, she said, “Do you think that’s all it should be? Just a story to remember and laugh about?”

“No,” Megan said, blushing. Looking down at her hands, she said, “It was my first time.”

“I know, sweetie,” Nicole said.

“I think it was a pretty cool first time,” Megan said, glancing at Nicole shyly.

Smiling warmly at her, Nicole said, “I’m glad you think so. I thought it was pretty amazing, too.”

Nodding, Megan got to her feet, the alcohol and the heels making her a little unsteady on her feet. Her stepmother laughed, gave her a knowing look. Megan shrugged and gave her a sheepish smile, said, “I’m going to grab a shower, then go to bed.”

“Sounds like a good idea,” Nicole said, smiling at her.

Megan headed for the stairs, paused at the bottom to ask, “Do you want to join me?”

Her stepmother inhaled sharply, her eyes widening. A slow smile spread on her face as she asked, “Just like that, huh?”

Laughing, Megan asked, “Too forward?”

The End

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