Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

by Sapphmore and JetBoy

It was Saturday, and Jessica was taking her daughters to their respective weekend activities. First, she dropped Alice off at school, where she and her Girl Scout troop would catch their coach to Wales, then Jess drove the younger girls to their friends’ house at a rural estate a few miles outside of town for a day out at a local play centre, followed by a birthday party and sleepover.

As she drove up to the closed security gates, manned by cameras and an intercom, Jess lowered her window to look expectantly at the camera. Almost immediately, the gates slid open. They passed through stone pillars and the electronic gates closed silently behind them.

The Turner estate was large and impressive, with a fountain in the center of a circular drive, extensive formal gardens near a large old manor house, fields, woodland, a lake and a tennis court, as well as a swimming pool housed in a large glass structure attached to the house. A hundred meters from the main house, and joined by a pergola-covered path, there was a second house, larger than an average home, which Jess took to be for staff or guests.

Jessica had only been there once or twice before to deliver some very expensive haute couture. It wasn’t something she did routinely, but Blanche was a friend, as well as a good customer.

As she drove up the long driveway to the house, the door opened and Blanche came out to greet them — followed by the birthday girls, running past to hug Katie and Poppy, who gave their friends their wrapped presents. After a quick, “Hello, Mrs. Turner,” Jessica’s daughters raced into the house with their friends, all four girls screaming and giggling.

“I hope you have a generous supply of earplugs,” Jessica said to the very elegant lady standing before her.

Blanche was a regular customer of Jessica’s and one of the ‘ladies who lunch’; although perhaps that gave a false impression that she spent her days doing just that. In fact, Blanche was a pillar of the community — an astute businesswoman with her own property portfolio, Chairwoman of the School Governors and a noted philanthropist, being involved in several local charities. She had just turned forty and was married to a very successful property developer.

Jess greeted her warmly with a kiss on the cheek. Blanche spent a lot of money in Jessica’s store, on herself as well as her three daughters — the eldest of whom, Lola, was thirteen.

“Hello, Jessica, lovely to see you. Sorry, I haven’t been into the shop for a while… my schedule these days is positively manic. Do you have time for a coffee?” Blanche asked, lightly touching Jessica’s elbow.

“Sorry, Blanche, I already made plans to spend a couple of hours at the shop. Believe me, I know what you mean about having a full schedule. I’ll take a rain check for tomorrow morning when I pick up the girls, how about that?”

“That would be lovely, Jessica. I asked all the parents to collect their daughters around midday… but do come earlier than that if you can, so we’ll have enough time for a good chat.”

“I’d love to, Blanche. See you tomorrow.”

Waving goodbye to the girls — who were too engrossed in playing to notice — Jess drove back to the shop, which had been opened that morning by her assistant manager, Ella Rigby. Her real name was Eleanor, but she used the shorter name to keep people from bringing up the Beatles song, “like they’re the first ones in the whole bloody world to notice,” as she put it.

Jess and Ella sat down with the invoices for their recent arrivals, and Jess was pleased to learn that all the newer stock had been received, priced, and put out on the sales floor. Ella and Bridget had even improvised a beautiful new display for the new line of Kate Spade handbags that had just arrived. As it turned out, there wasn’t much left that needed doing.

“Why don’t you call it a day, Jess?” Ella told her. “I’ve got everything in hand here. Relax, take an afternoon for yourself. You’re overdue for a little self-indulgence.”

The offer was too tempting to pass up. “Thanks, Ella, you’re an absolute gem,” Jessica said. Thanking providence that she had such dedicated employees, she exited the store and drove home.

It was early afternoon, so Jess had plenty of time before she needed to get ready for her night out with the ladies. Deciding to tidy up the house, she made quick progress until she got to her daughters’ rooms. Frowning at Katie’s clutter, she thought, I don’t know why I should even bother — five minutes after the girls get home, it’ll look like a tornado cruised through. Still, anticipation for the night to come had her filled with nervous energy that needed to be used, so she shrugged, got out the large laundry hamper and waded in.

Jess elected to start with Alice’s room, which was somewhat tidier than the others. With the girls all out, this was an excellent opportunity to wash the bed linen, so she began to strip the bed.

As she took off the pillowcase, something fell out that had been tucked inside.

She stopped to stare down at the small piece of material lying on the floor, her eyes widening when she realised what it was. There on the carpet was a pair of her panties, the ones she’d worn the day before while masturbating in her office.

Jessica gaped at the skimpy knickers, heart racing, all thoughts of housework gone. I distinctly remember putting these into my laundry basket, so how did they get here? Alice must’ve dug them out, but what for? Oh my God, could she possibly be…

With a trembling hand, she picked up her panties, lifted them to her nose and took a hesitant sniff. No doubt about it, the scent of her cunt still lingered. Was Alice doing this? Why else would she take them?

Jess took another sniff — then frowned. Wait just a minute…

Bringing them back to her nose and inhaling more deeply, Jessica grew aware that another scent besides hers permeated the gauzy material — stronger and more recent. It suddenly struck her that she recognised the source of this new odour; it was Alice!

Her head was spinning. Bloody hell, my daughter is rubbing herself off with my dirty knickers!

As if on automatic pilot, Jessica reached down to the front of her tracksuit bottoms, groping at the rapidly mounting warmth between her legs. She stumbled towards the door and down the hallway like a  sleepwalker, thinking only of getting to her room, of stripping naked and masturbating.

When she got there, Jess saw her dressing gown hanging from its hook on the inside of her door. The sight of it reminded her that she had an erotic memento of her own. Delving into the pocket, she pulled out the lacy panties that Sally had given her just the day before. At first she just stared at them — then, in a moment of lucidity, she strode over to her bedside cabinet, opened the top drawer and, fumbling around inside, brought out her vibrator.

Jessica looked at the toy with the kind of relief one might feel after finally finding something that had gone missing for days. Thankful that she’d remembered to change its batteries, she quickly undressed, then laid down on her bed and stretched out.

But as she began to caress herself, Jess paused — then raised her head, lost in thought as she gazed through the open doorway.

I really shouldn’t, she told herself. But God, I want to. Touching my cunt in Alice’s bed, where my beautiful daughter lay just a couple of hours ago. The scent of her body, still lingering on the sheets…

The thudding of Jessica’s heart pulsed through her like an electric bass as she slowly rose from her bed and padded through her door, then back up the hall to Alice’s room — vibrator in one hand, two pairs of soiled knickers in the other.

Spreading herself out on Alice’s bed, Jess placed the sex toy by her side, then pressed her own knickers to her face and took a deep breath. Then she brought Sally’s panties up to her nose and inhaled, savouring the memory of that illicit coupling. With one pair in each hand, she switched back and forth between the two, becoming light-headed as she lost herself in the varied scents of three different cunts, hers included.

The tingling between Jessica’s thighs was now an ache, desire a raging beast that snapped and snarled beneath her belly. Switching both pairs of panties to one hand, Jess held them to her face while she fumbled around blindly for the vibrator. Finally grasping the toy, she twisted the base, sighing with relief to hear its loud buzzing.

The temptation was there to get off right away, to apply the quivering plastic cock directly to her clit and bring the house down around her ears. But Jess also longed to tease herself, to spin the pleasure out for as long as possible. So she brought the vibrator to her breasts instead, teasing each nipple in turn with the tip of her toy.

All the while she breathed through the pairs of panties in her left hand, filling her nose with the thick perfume of cunt, imagining her twelve-year-old lying naked in this very spot, doing the exact same thing.

The image of a nude Alice sniffing her dirty knickers sent Jessica’s lust meter screaming into the red, threatening imminent overload. It was too much for her — taking it slow was no longer an option. She had to come, and it had to happen now.

Spreading her legs even wider, she pressed the length of the vibrator against her pubis, then changed the angle to rub the tip up and down through the slit. As the toy eased its way between her labia, she paused, withdrawing it to briefly touch the tip to her clitoris — a choked gasp exploding from her lips at how lovely that felt.

Returning to her cunt, Jess eased the hard tube into the creamy tunnel, which did little to dampen the vibrator’s buzzing. Penetrating herself up to the hilt, she began to work the device in and out — going slowly at first, but gradually increasing the tempo until she reached a heated pace, occasionally pulling out to tease the nub of her clit.

She continued for several minutes, feeling the ecstasy rise until it spilled over, and then Jessica was coming like a woman possessed, crying, “Fuck, fuck, fuck. Oh, Alice!”

God, this is so fucking perverted, she thought. Her breath was coming in short heavy pants, similar to how she’d done when giving birth to Alice and her sisters. She jerked almost violently as another surge of pleasure kicked in, strong enough to lift her hips up from the bed, only the shoulders and heels to support the weight of her.

Jessica let out a long, shivery moan before she sank back down into the sheets, holding the vibrator deep inside her cunt, whispering, “My precious little girl… oh, Alice, I’m s-so in love with you, sweet child… ooooohhh, you m-make Mummy so happy, my little lover…”

Finally, she lay still and quiet, her body humming from head to toe. Then she realized that the humming was coming from the sex toy, still buzzing and buried in her vagina. She slowly extracted the rigid object and, switching it off, brought it to her lips, breathing in her scent before taking it into her mouth to suck.

Jess rested for a while, gradually getting her heartbeat back under control while she tried to rationalise what she’d just done. What the hell has happened to me? she asked herself. I’m turning into a sex-obsessed dyke, one who can’t stop having fantasies about her twelve-year-old daughter!

Frowning, she pondered the situation. I was beginning to think that Alice wasn’t interested in having sex with me again… but I must be wrong about that, if she’s stealing my knickers and masturbating with them. But if she still wants me, why hasn’t she done anything about it?

Reaching for her panties, she idly toyed with them, still lost in thought. Then again, I want her too. No sense in lying to myself about that, not anymore. Oh, Alice, if you only knew how desperately I ache to have you naked in my arms, to kiss that lovely mouth over and over… But if that’s so, then why haven’t I come on to her? Could we each be waiting for the other to make the next move?

Soon as that idea entered her consciousness, Jessica knew it was the right one. She and her daughter had made love once… now, they both wanted more, but were too timid to do anything about it.

I still feel that way, Jess admitted. I can’t approach Alice and ask her, ‘Sweetheart, I’d like to have sex with you again’, even if I knew she’d say yes! Ridiculous, but there it is. What I need to do is send her a signal, some clue to let her know I’m interested.

She stared at the worn underwear in her hands, the seed of an idea beginning to germinate. What if I…

Jess reached between her thighs, pressing the soiled panties into the dripping flesh of her cunt like a washcloth. After all, the smell of pussy is beginning to fade; it’s only fair that I add something to it.

Sitting up and swinging her legs to the floor, Jessica rose to her feet, examining the bed to see the mess she’d made of it. She quickly tidied it up, putting the stray pillow back in the pillowcase, then tucking her now sodden knickers back inside. I’ll wash the sheets later this week, she decided, and give Alice time to discover my little surprise.

She took one last look around the room and left, still a little surprised by the boldness of her act. Next time Alice smells my panties, she’ll get the message loud and clear — that I want to make love with her again. Wonder how she’ll respond?

Back in her bedroom, she took one last sniff of Sally’s lacy gift before replacing it in her robe pocket, then strode into her bathroom, started up the shower and climbed into the cubicle.

As she soaped herself, thoughts of Alice continued to make themselves known. Instead of her usual straightforward and functional wash-and-go, Jessica lingered, paying particular attention to soaping her breasts, tweaking the nipples. She lathered up her hand and placed it between her legs, stroking those closely trimmed auburn pubes, trailing her middle finger down until it slipped easily into her vagina. It felt lovely, but after that mad rogering she’d given herself with the vibrator, not quite enough.

And it’s the cheapest sex toy you can buy! Jess thought. I need something more substantial. Maybe I ought to upgrade and buy one of those realistic silicone cocks — at least nine inches’ worth.

She knew that Ann Summers shops sold such things, but couldn’t see herself plucking up the courage to visit one — especially the outlet in Oxford, where she might be seen by someone who knew her. Of course, she could always purchase sex toys online, if only there was a way to ensure that the package went straight into her hands. Imagine one of the girls finding that on the doormat! Then again, Alice would probably be thrilled right down to her boots.

Suddenly Jess imagined herself with a rubbery fake prick in her hand, using it on a moaning Alice — not fully penetrating her daughter, just teasing her cunt with the buzzing tip until the girl cried, Fuck me, Mummy, fuck me! Overwhelmed with renewed lust, Jess wriggled a second finger into her vagina to join the first, using the thumb to rub her clit.

On impulse, she reached behind with the other soapy hand and worked a slick index finger deep into her bum. This double penetration quickly brought Jessica to another climax. She leaned against the tiled walls of the shower, hot water cascading down on her body as she cried out her daughter’s name.

Catching her breath, she quickly rinsed off the soap, turned off the water and stepped out. Grabbing a fluffy towel, she gazed thoughtfully at the image in the steam-obscured mirror. The same questions she’d asked herself a few days ago resurfaced – and she still wasn’t certain of the answers. I’m closer than I was then, though.

She vigourously dried herself, blow-drying her long red hair. She considered lying down on her bed to relax for awhile, but decided she couldn’t trust herself not to start masturbating again. Instead, she elected to apply moisturising lotions to her skin and paint her nails, then unwound with a sandwich, a cup of coffee and a trade magazine.

After washing up, she rummaged through the racks of clothes in her dressing room, finally selecting a glittery gold mini-dress that she hadn’t worn since a Christmas dinner and dance a couple of years ago, back when she was still trying to get back into the dating game. It was not only short enough to show off her long, shapely legs, but had a plunging neckline and hugged her curves nicely. Complemented with a push-up bra, skimpy thong and four-inch heels, she appraised herself in the full-length mirror, pleased with the results.

Shortly after 7 PM, the bell rang, and she opened the door to Rachel — but the words of greeting froze in her mouth. She could only stare.

Jess had thought of her own outfit as pretty hot, but Rachel’s was stunning. She wore a red stretch mini-dress that clung so tightly to her incredible figure that it might as well have been spray-painted on; essentially two panels of thin material joined at the sides by crossover straps. She realised with a start that it came from one of her new collections at the shop. However, what caught Jessica’s attention more than anything was how the exposed sides made it obvious that Rachel had gone completely bare under her dress.

“Rachel Thomas!” Jess exclaimed, pulling her friend inside and closing the door. “Are you really going out like that?”

“What’s wrong, don’t you like it? You said I should check out your new range,” Rachel retorted with a spin.

Jessica shook her head in disbelief. “I thought some of the party-wear stuff I got in for the young girls was dead sexy — but on you it looks downright criminal! I’d never have the nerve.” She stood back to admire the view.

“Well, I can’t really wear anything under it without spoiling the lines, can I? Anyway, look at you, little Miss Wallflower. Not exactly dressed for Sunday school, are we?”

Jessica shrugged and said, “Fair point, fancy a glass of wine?”

Leaning in, Rachel gave Jess a hug and brief air-kiss, careful not to spoil her friend’s lipstick. “Thought you’d never ask.”

Jessica went to the wine cooler and turned. “Pinot okay?”

“Mmm, that’ll do nicely,” responded her friend with a nod.

She opened a bottle of Pinot Grigio and poured two generous glasses. As she passed one to Rachel, she asked, “So, what’s the deal with this club we’re going to?”

The sexy brunette looked a bit coy, causing Jessica to raise a curious eyebrow. “Actually, when I said it was ‘Ladies Night’, I mean ladies only night. I thought it would be good not to have loads of desperately optimistic men competing with each other to have it off with us, so we can just relax and enjoy ourselves. And each other.”

At first, Jess felt as if she should be disappointed. She’d taken it for granted that, even on ladies night, there might be the odd chance of meeting an available man. But soon as the thought entered her head, she cast it aside. Rachel was right; the presence of men would just spoil their fun. Anyhow, all I’m interested in right now is being with women… or girls.

As they drank their wine, Rachel and Jess chatted about their daughters, work and friends — anything to avoid discussing what had happened between them… and what might happen again. There was a charge in the air, lingering like static before a thunderstorm. Each woman was harbouring sexual thoughts about the other and the tension was almost palpable.

Jessica noticed Rachel looking her up and down in a most appreciative way. She caught herself doing the same, and could swear that Rachel’s nipples were more visible through the clingy dress than they’d been before. She even caught herself looking up Rachel’s dress for a glimpse at the dark junction between her thighs, but quickly turned away when she thought Rachel had noticed.

Damn it, Jess, she admonished herself. Stop checking her out!

Rachel said, “Actually Jess, while I was looking at your new stuff, I wondered why you don’t stock some of the more raunchy gear — you know, a bit of leather and latex, or tarty nurse and schoolgirl uniforms.”

Jessica raised her hands in protest. “I’m not running a sex shop! What do you think my older ladies would say if I started selling kinky bondage gear?”

“Hey, they might like it,” Rachel replied with a laugh. “You know, spice up their love lives a bit. Anyway, I don’t mean that cheap tacky stuff. I’m talking classy clubwear for those ladies who want to really make an impression. I bet there are a few people in the money who go to swingers clubs round here. You could clean up!”

“When did you become an authority on swingers clubs?” Jess said, studying her friend in disbelief. “Don’t tell me you’ve done that as well! I’m beginning to think I don’t really know you.”

Rachel just smiled — as if she was fighting the urge to take the two small steps that lay between her and Jessica and kiss that lipsticked mouth.

Jess waved the wine bottle. “Another?” she said, changing the subject.

“Ta very much,” Rachel said, proffering her empty glass.

The bottle was empty when Jess said, “Let’s freshen up, our taxi is due soon.” They went to Jessica’s bathroom and reapplied the lippie they’d left on their wine glasses, brushed their hair and did minor touch-ups until the horn of their taxi sounded from the drive. They left the house and walked arm in arm to the minibus.

They picked up Abby and Mel first, as they lived just up the road. Both women were dressed in sexy short lace dresses and ridiculously high heels. The minibus went on to town to collect the other four women before making its way into the city, another half hour away.

The group arrived at the club just after 9 o’clock — a little early for clubbing, but it allowed them to get a good table out of the direct line of the speakers. With the music not yet cranked up to full volume, it gave them a chance to catch up without shouting over the non-stop bass beats.

As more clubbers began to arrive, a puzzled Melinda shouted across the table. “Hey, Rachel… how come there are no bloody men here?”

“You know, I wondered what ‘Ladies Night’ meant,” Rachel replied, and the others laughed. As drinks and conversation flowed and the jokes and laughter grew more raucous, more women arrived and the dance floor began to fill as the volume and tempo of the music increased, the room now pulsing with a hard, sexy beat.

A couple of the group were pointing out some of the more striking patrons and commenting on their outfits, then they noticed that some of the women in the booths scattered around the club were kissing.

Serena yelled across the table, “Oi, Rachel! When you said Ladies Night, you didn’t tell us it was really Lesbian Night!”

“Oh, it must have slipped my mind,” she said with a look of feigned innocence. “Actually, I thought some of you girls might back out in case you were tempted to start wearing dungarees and taking your holidays on Lesbos — except for Jess, of course. I thought she might blush so much that her face would clash with her hair!”

The others laughed, and Jessica protested, “Hey, I’ve just got a new line in dungarees!” which made the group laugh even louder. She recalled her conversation of a few days ago, when she asked Rachel if she was trying to convert her — and blushed anyway.

The DJ put on some classic Motown, and the group got up to dance. Everyone was happy to be letting their hair down a little — even Serena, in her case literally, surprising the group with a lustrous mane of dark hair that she normally kept imprisoned in a tight ponytail.

Jessica wasn’t usually one to let herself go either, being a somewhat restrained person in general. She tended to stand out in public a bit more than she liked, because of her height and those long, lustrous tresses of red hair. But on this night, she managed to put all cares out of her mind and was simply enjoying herself.

As they danced in a group, singing along with the old hits, Jess glanced around the floor and noticed for the first time that several of the dancing women were kissing, some even grinding their bodies together in a most provocative way.

Then one particular couple caught her eye. She was surprised to see Beverley Masters, Alice’s twenty-eight-year-old PE & sports teacher. However, what surprised her even more was that she was with Hannah Brookes, a lovely young girl of only nineteen, one of the teaching assistants at the school. It was quite clear they were more than just good friends. They were gyrating sensually to the music like snakes in a courtship dance and the younger girl was nuzzling the older woman’s neck, causing Beverley to throw her head back, then pull Hannah in closer for a deep, hungry kiss.

She gave Rachel a nudge, inclining her head toward the dancing couple. Rachel’s unexpected response was merely, “Oh, yeah, it’s Bev and Hannah.”

Jessica stared at Rachel. “You know about them? You never told me that Beverley was with Hannah — or that she was gay, for that matter.”

Rachel shrugged. “Well, it never came up in conversation. I saw them once together and we got chatting. She told me they’d been together for a few months, and asked me to keep it quiet.”

“Well, what else have you been keeping secret?”

Rachel extended an index finger to lift her friend’s chin and responded, “Well, if you’re a good girl — no, make that a bad girl — I just might tell you later.” She pouted her lips in a kiss.

Jessica raised an eyebrow. “I just might hold you to that. Here, I’m off to the ladies.”

“Don’t have too much fun,” Rachel said with a wink, then got back into the dance with a delighted squeal as Marvin Gaye’s “Ain’t That Peculiar” began to play.

As Jess entered the toilets, she saw a couple of pretty twentysomethings snogging against a wash basin. They didn’t stop to acknowledge her presence, or even come up for air as she swiftly entered a cubicle.

Soon as she hoisted her skirt, slipped her thong down and sat, Jessica heard the rustling of clothes, then the unmistakable sounds of sexual activity in the stall next door. She listened intently, trying to picture the scene as she heard a voice hiss, “Take off your knickers and stand on the loo.”

There was a shuffling movement, and suddenly four fingers came over the partition wall, the nails done in glossy black varnish. Those fingers tensed and gripped the wall, turning white with the pressure of squeezing the panel. Jess finished peeing and wiped herself, but remained right where she was, caught up in the lewdness of the moment.

Listening to the panting and gasps of pleasure on the other side of the wall, Jess let her hand stray back between her legs, holding her breath as she lightly teased her clit with a fingertip.

She’d just begun to masturbate herself when the girl was perched on the toilet blurted, “Oh, fuck me — I’m c-coming!” and tried to suppress a scream — only it came out as a squeak, with the girl’s partner giving out with a muffled moan. Guess I know where her mouth is right now, Jessica thought.

The fingers tightened, then relaxed. “Lovely,” their owner whispered. “Oh, Mrs. Ayers, that tongue of yours…”

Jessica paused her ministrations, fearful of being caught in the act — half expecting the owner of the hand to peek over the partition at any moment. Instead, the girl awkwardly climbed down from the loo, and Jess heard the two lovers share a very wet kiss.

Feeling far less bold now, she withdrew her hand from where it nestled between her thighs. Better not do this here, she decided. She stood and tugged up the thong, adjusted her dress and cautiously opened the door, then emerged.

As Jess washed her hands, two women came out of the adjoining cubicle. Glancing in the mirror, she saw an attractive woman of around forty and a girl who appeared to be half her age — and the owner of those black fingernails. They were both casually adjusting their clothing.

When the woman noticed Jess, she then turned quite deliberately to her young companion and, gripping the girl’s ponytail, drew her close for a passionate kiss. With her other hand on the girl’s bum, which was barely covered by the tiny leather skirt, the two lovers rubbed their bodies together, as if they were trying to fuck while standing up.

Finally, they broke apart — and Jessica felt her face grow hot, realizing that she’d just allowed two perfect strangers to put on a live sex show for her.

The woman turned to wash her hands, grabbed her partner by the elbow and led her out of the toilet. Just before the door swung shut, she looked back at Jessica, then licked her lips and winked. Jess could only stare at the closed door, pulsing from head to toe with excitement. Maybe Rachel will kiss me like that tonight, she thought. I hope she does, too. There, I admit it.

Pushing the button that started up the hot air dispenser, she dried her hands, pausing to steal a look at the two young women who she’d seen upon entering the toilets. They were still kissing, oblivious to anything else. The taller girl was pushing her partner back against the basin; she slid a hand down between their bodies, then up her partner’s tartan mini skirt. The other girl emitted a loud moan, reaching back behind to grab the edge of the basin as her body stiffened.

As Jess opened the door to leave, shocked at how brazen these girls were, she was still peering back at them when she bumped into a woman coming into the toilets.

“Oops, sorry,” she said and looked up, surprised to see that it was the mother of Alice’s school friend, Azumi. “Oh, my goodness! Hi, Reiko, how are you?”

The beautiful, petite Japanese woman was momentarily lost for words. “Hi, Jess… um, what are you doing here?” she asked.

Jessica pulled Reiko aside in the hallway to let other women pass. She said, “Oh, I’m out with the girls — Abby and Mel, plus Rachel and a few others. Are you here with Nadya, then?”

Reiko’s eyes widened in surprise at the realisation that Jessica knew about her partner. “It’s okay,” Jess hastened to add, “Azumi told Alice and Olivia about you and Nadya. I’m sorry; I don’t want to get your daughter into trouble. It’s just that, uh, the girls were talking, and she told them about your… situation. Then Alice had some questions, so she told me.”

Reiko seemed to relax as it sank in that Jessica was perfectly fine with her sexuality — of course, they were chatting in a lesbian bar. “That’s okay, Jess — Azumi isn’t in any trouble. I don’t hide my being gay… but I don’t exactly broadcast it, either.”

Jess smiled. “Don’t worry. I’m the soul of discretion.”

Patting Reiko’s shoulder, she started to return to the dance floor when a young woman sidled up to them. “Hello,” she said to Jess in a strong East European accent. “You are… mother of Alice, yes?”

“Uh, yes.” she said with a brief nod.

Reiko smiled. “Jessica… I’d like you to meet my lover, Nadya.”

The Russian girl greeted Jess warmly, kissing her on both cheeks. She had several streaks of colour in her mainly black hair, and if Jessica hadn’t already known her age, she’d have estimated her to be at least a couple of years younger than twenty-one.

They exchanged goodbyes, then Jess returned to the dance floor. She noticed that Rachel wasn’t with the others. Did she go for more drinks?

Then she saw her. Rachel was dancing with a young woman — or to be more precise, grinding herself into a young woman, who couldn’t have been a day over twenty. The girl was working her thigh between Rachel’s legs, causing her dress to ride up. Rachel was riding that thigh, clearly grinding her cunt against it. They were clutching each other tightly and, as the record segued into the next, shared a brief but heated kiss.

It was only as they parted that Jessica recognised the girl as Heidi Kirk, a young fitness trainer at their gym. She reminded Jessica of a slightly older version of Sally, and the sight of her making out with Rachel gave her a sudden pang of jealousy — though she wasn’t certain which of the two women made her feel that way. Maybe both?

Not wanting Rachel to catch her staring, she quickly made her way back to their table. Then, less than a minute after seating herself, Rachel returned, sitting next to Jessica. Her face was slightly flushed.

Jess gave her friend a wry smile. “You seemed to really be enjoying that dance with Heidi.”

Rachel winked. “Well, when in Rome and all that…” she said, reaching for her drink.

Shit, I AM jealous, Jessica suddenly realised, and turned to look for her drink in case her face betrayed how she felt.

They sat without speaking for a few minutes, watching the crowd. Then Serena noticed them and cried, “Hey, you two — get back out here and shake those arses!”

Seizing Jessica’s arm, Rachel dragged her friend from her seat to join the rest of the group, who were strutting their stuff to Donna Summer. The DJ played a few more disco plates, then switched to Sixties dance hits, with everyone in their party singing along with Dusty, Diana, Aretha and Otis.

Several songs and a strained voice later, Jess returned to the table to drain her glass, then decided she needed the loo again. Entering the ladies, she saw only that one cubicle was occupied.

Another woman, perhaps a little younger than her, stood with both hands under the loud dryer. As their eyes met, the woman smiled and said, “Great night, eh?”

Jess smiled nervously and mumbled, “Yeah,” before the woman left. Jess thought she looked familiar, but couldn’t recall where from. Maybe I saw her in the shop?

Turning around to face the toilet stalls, she thought about it for a moment, then entered the cubicle furthest away from the one that was occupied.

But as she raised her skirt and sat down, Jessica heard whispered voices from the other cubicle, and rolled her eyes. Again? Bloody hell, has everyone here gone sex mad?

With a sigh, she sat in silence, trying in vain to ignore the sounds of rustling clothes and heavy breathing, punctuated by the occasional moan. There were wet slurping sounds as the lovers got into what sounded like very intense French kissing — then their whispers grew a little louder, enough for Jess to hear a voice say, “Put your leg up over my shoulder.”

Jessica had been sitting with her face resting in both hands, but at those words her head snapped up, eyes suddenly very wide. She knew that voice. Her body was taut as piano wire as she listened intently, waiting for the woman to speak again.

There was a wet squishing sound, and it didn’t take much imagination to know it was the sound of fingers plunging in and out of a wet pussy. Then she heard, “Christ, Mel, you’re so nasty… but so good. No one can fuck me like you do.”

Jess held her breath. What the fuck!? That was Abby… and my God, she’s with Melinda! Two of my best friends are having lesbian sex in a public toilet!

She was in shock — but as an image formed in her mind of her friends locked in a passionate kiss, she realised it wasn’t so much that they were lovers, but that she hadn’t known about it. I’ve never caught even a hint of this kind of thing from them… then again, would I have known enough to recognize the signs?

She wondered how long this had been going on. This isn’t their first time, that’s for certain.

Jessica recalled the kiss she’d shared with Abby at that sleepover, over twenty-five years ago. I wonder if she and Mel have been at it ever since? Kissing her certainly had quite the effect on me at the time, but it didn’t last. Maybe Abby enjoyed it even more than she let on. Jess frowned. Wonder why she never tried to have it off with me since then?

Mind you, I’ve certainly made up for lost time over the last few days. I masturbated with my best friend, had sex with a schoolgirl, made love to my own daughter, let her love me…

Jessica’s reverie was interrupted when she heard Abby’s voice say, “Lick me!” followed by a muffled moan. The sounds of oral sex continued for what felt like an eternity, as Jess held her breath, fearful of being caught eavesdropping by her friends.

She found herself getting increasingly turned on, though — and finally Jess had to slip a hand between her thighs to tease her very moist hole. Trying to stay as quiet as possible, she hooked a finger deep into her vagina, using the thumb to rub her clit. When her eyes drifted shut, she immediately pictured Abby’s face staring up from between her legs, imagined Abby’s tongue delving into her cunt.

As if on cue, all three women came, Jessica clamping a hand over her mouth to muffle her cries. She rode her orgasm as high and far as she could take it, then leaned against the wall of the cubicle to keep herself from falling off the toilet.

“Fuck, that was good,” she heard Abby say. “Don’t know if I can dance any more after that… I’m positively knackered!”

“I can’t believe how wet you were,” said Melinda. “My lipstick must be a right mess… think I left at least half of it on your pussy!”

Abby giggled. “I think whoever’s in that other cubicle enjoyed it, too.” Jessica froze.

“Oh, I’m sure she did,” Melinda said, then called out. “Hey, girl! Why don’t you come join us?”

Jess was in full panic mode. Christ, what am I going to do? I can’t let them know it was me listening to them!

A pause, then she heard Abby murmur. “Hmm. Guess she’s only into solo action.”

“Doesn’t know what she’s missing,” Mel laughed.

Jessica heard the two lovers share one last kiss, then emerge from the stall. She spent an agonizing couple of minutes waiting while her friends washed and dried their hands, hoping against hope that they didn’t intend to find out who this mysterious witness to their lovemaking might be. Finally, Mel and Abby left the loo, the large, thick wooden door closing behind them with a dull thunk.

It took another couple of minutes before Jess dared to glance outside her cubicle. As she did, she saw the door begin to open and quickly ducked back into the stall. She heard two women enter the toilets, but an overheard fragment of conversation made it clear that they were strangers to her.

Sighing in relief, Jess came out and went to the basins without looking at the other women. After drying her hands, she returned to the table, trying to slip back into her seat without being noticed.

No such luck, though. Rachel gave her a wry smile. “Christ, Jess, we were beginning to think you’d wandered off and got lost. Where have you been?”

Mel and Abby were also there, seated side by side. Glancing their way, Jessica was momentarily lost for words, so she picked up her glass to give herself time to think.

She took a slug of tepid gin and tonic, then said, “Um, I was just talking to someone I know… on the other side of the floor.”

“Oh, we thought maybe you were in the ladies, chucking up — or something else, maybe…?”

“No, I wasn’t in the ladies,” she mumbled. Her eyes met Abby’s, then Mel’s, both women looking at her in a strange way. Brazening it out, she suddenly jumped up and said, “Hey, why are we all just sitting here like a pack of old age pensioners? Come on, let’s shake it!”

Seizing Rachel’s hand, Jess led her friend out to the dance floor, the others close behind. She wasn’t sure why, but suddenly she felt downright giddy with joy, eager to lose herself in the music — and the night.

Onward to Chapter Eight!