Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

Author Unknown

Piper had always been around the house since we moved to the neighborhood. She was my daughter Julie’s age and they almost immediately became friends, having sleepovers and doing homework together. She never needed to knock to drop by, and you could often find the two of them on the sofa watching movies in the evenings, or outside in the yard together during the summer.

Once they both graduated, my daughter Julie decided to go to the state college a couple of hours away but Piper remained to go to the local college, saving money by staying at home. She would still come round from time to time and I appreciated the company —  by then, my marriage had long since ended and apart from Julie’s occasional visits, I didn’t have much in the way of social interaction. I worked from home, and despite the efforts made by the neighbors my age to make friends; I never had much in common with them and preferred to live vicariously through the college gossip I got from Julie and Piper.

My own college life had been cut short by my pregnancy and I dropped out at the age of 20 before finishing my degree part-time as Julie was a teenager. She was an only child and we were very close, especially after her father left us, with little attempt to maintain a relationship with his daughter. While Julie only opened up to me as a nineteen-year-old daughter would, Piper was completely transparent, detailing almost every aspect of college life for me, over some leftovers or a glass of wine. She had moved beyond being my daughter’s friend to being my friend too.

Looking back on it, I should have been aware of what was happening, of how Piper slowly became more dependent on my company, and how she would give me a look sometimes that suggested there were other feelings simmering inside her.

Perhaps I was kidding myself too, that our ever-lengthening chats were platonic banter to pass the time. I probably lied to myself that I was merely a woman shy of forty, envying the beauty of a younger girl every time I took a second glance at her figure or admired her beautiful skin. The pang I felt when she mentioned someone she was interested in could only have been a yearning for my own youth, not the attention of my daughter’s best friend.

At least that was what I told myself until one Friday evening when I heard her familiar knock at the kitchen door and I went to open it.

“Hi, Ms Olsen, I saw the light was still on. I’m a little tipsy, and didn’t want to go home just yet.” It made me laugh she still called me that, even though I’d tried in vain to get her to address me by my first name. Old habits die hard, I suppose. She was a very pretty girl, slim and athletic, her hair always changed color and style and this night it was shoulder-length auburn. She could look older and brooding when she forgot to smile, but once she did, she looked like the warmest person you could meet, innocent and carefree.

“Hi, Piper, what did you get up to tonight? Want a glass of water?” I was halfway through a bottle of wine myself, but it didn’t look like she needed any more booze.

“Sure, thanks. Well, I went to a party. It was fun, but things got kinda weird towards the end.”

I brought her the water and we sat on opposite sides of the kitchen island. “Oh yes? How so?” I was anticipating more boy trouble; it seemed that Piper always had a revolving door of admirers to juggle.

“Well, this girl Ashley… y’know, from school? I made out with her.” This was a bit of a surprise but I hid it, not wanting her to feel any stranger about the situation.

“That’s just college, I’m sure these days it’s pretty normal for those things to happen.”

“Did it ever happen to you?” I laughed.

“You better not tell Julie a word of this, but yes, I made out with my roommate’s older sister once in college. It was no big deal, really.” Actually, I had done much more than make out with her, but I wasn’t going to tell Piper that. There was an awkward pause between us as Piper looked at her glass of water.

“Ashley’s such a phony, anyway, she’s always hitting on all the other girls and says she only likes women, but I don’t know anyone who has done more than kiss her. I think it’s all for attention.” She downed the rest of the water. “Did you enjoy it? Did you ever want to do more with this girl you mentioned?”

I wasn’t sure that I liked where this was going, so I absentmindedly picked the glass up and walked to the fridge to refill it. “Lisa was her name… sure, I enjoyed it, but we kept it friendly,”

A lie. The memory of the weekend spent with her, exploring one another — it made my stomach knot. I became aware of Piper getting up and standing behind me as I poured the water. I turned with the glass in my hand and met her green eyes, a foot away from mine, usually sparkling with glee but now staring at me with intent.

“I wanted to do more tonight, but I don’t think Ashley was the right person.” She took the glass of water and set it down on the counter.

“Well, then maybe just wait for the right–” I was cut off as Piper leaned in to kiss me. I recoiled, leaning back to avoid her lips and gently pushing her back. “No, Piper, what are you doing?”

“I don’t want Ashley… I want you.” She came at me again, reaching out to take me in her arms. I fended her off as best I could, not wanting to get too physical.

“Piper, this isn’t a good idea, you’ve had too much to drink, just think about this…” She held my face in her warm hands, looking deep into my eyes.

“I’ve been thinking about this for a long time. Please…?” She kissed my mouth, and this time I didn’t try to move out of the way, hoping that one kiss would be enough, and then she’d come to her senses. As our lips touched, I felt myself giving in to her, the warmth of Piper’s embrace, the taste of her mouth, the smell of her perfume clouding my senses.

“Please, Piper… I’m your best friend’s mother… we can’t do this.” My voice sounded suddenly weak, my heart beat faster; my body needing an extra breath that I seemed unable to draw.

“Nobody needs to find out, Ms. Olsen… please, be with me, just for tonight.” She kissed me again and I let her hold it for an extra second, my eyes closing briefly, my body responding despite my conscience screaming at me to stop. Her hand trailed down my body and slipped between my thighs, resting on my vulva. I jerked and pushed it away but she didn’t stop, pressing her body closer to mine, her hand going back between my thighs.

“Please, we shouldn’t do this…” It was an honest plea to stop before we did something we regretted, but it was lost on her.

“Just tonight, that’s all… I promise.” We kissed again and this time our tongues met, I whimpered, my body now reminding me that I hadn’t had any intimate contact for over a year. Once more, I tried to push away Piper’s insistent hand but failed to do so before it pressed against my mound, making me gasp as a surge of pleasure resonated through my body. That signaled the end of my protests.

Piper paused to look at my face, smiling slightly as she realized as well that I had given in. I was hers.

What followed was a race to bring each other to orgasm. Our mouths locked and our tongues began to dance, my hands were on her body, groping and fondling everything, pressing against her crotch through her jeans. We broke for air and to shed clothing in intervals. First, my skirt went, then her top was pulled over her head and discarded, soon my blouse was unbuttoned and her jeans were pushed down to her ankles.

We sank to our knees on the cold kitchen floor tile, lacking the patience to move to a bed or a couch. We both quickly struggled out of our bras, each exposing our breasts and hard nipples for the other to suck.

We paused for a second to take in the sight of our bodies, my large bosom with thick nipples, her smaller upturned breasts with stiffened pink points. It was only a momentary respite before our mouths, bodies and hands came together again.

We took turns suckling on each other, hands seeking and finding our wet pussies, whispering soft pleas to urge one another on. We moaned in tandem between kisses, our movements more feverish with the steady increase in sensation.

Piper and I came quickly and violently, our legs seizing up and clamping together as we cried out. We shuddered through our orgasms, holding each other long afterward, knowing when we finally separated that we would have to face the guilt over what we’d just done.

And the guilt did come, like a bullet to the heart. We broke apart and stood up, putting our clothes back on while avoiding the other’s eyes. It took fierce concentration to keep from crying. I cleared my throat to disguise the oncoming tears.

“I think you’d better go, Piper…” I let myself glance at her once and saw that her tears had already started as she stared at the ground, making her way out the door.

The second it was closed behind her the dams broke and I sobbed. I cried for many things — for the betrayal to my daughter, for my inability to stop what I knew was wrong. Deep down, the most upsetting thing was that I’d just experienced a passion that had been absent from my life for almost twenty years, and I couldn’t let it happen again.

***

Saturday passed without any drama, and by Sunday evening I was beginning to hope that the incident could be forgotten about, hidden in memory like a dream.

But then the texts came. She had only used my number a few times before when Julie’s phone died at the movies and they needed a ride.

I can’t stop thinking about you.

My heart plummeted with sudden fear; the possibility that it would be forgotten was gone.

I replied. It was a mistake, it shouldn’t have happened.

She fired back. I want to be with you again.

My head ignored the message but my body didn’t. I tried to masturbate that night while thinking about anything else: a man, another woman, but Piper would infiltrate the scene, cutting my brain off at every turn. And ultimately it was thoughts of her that pushed me over the edge, the shame returning afterward.

Another day went by until the familiar knock was heard late afternoon on Tuesday. I readied myself to be stern, to keep our indiscretion in the past. It was a fruitless effort, as Piper was standing beyond the door, tears rolling down her cheeks.

“I tried to…” was all she could manage before I took her hand and pulled her into my arms, hating myself for doing this to her. She cried against my neck, hugging me tightly until her sobs died and I felt her wet lips brushing my skin.

I didn’t protest this time, I couldn’t; my will was outgunned by Piper and my body’s needs. When she looked at me with puffy eyes, I stroked her face before kissing her tenderly, reigniting our passion.

This time we made it as far as the couch before urgency took its stand and we frantically shed our clothes. I knew it was wrong and I even whispered a helpless “No,” as Piper kissed her way down to between my legs. She didn’t listen and I spread my thighs in resignation, giving her what she wanted. My clit was swollen and hot and her tongue was the balm to take away its ache.

Her eyes gazed up at me, watching me moan and twist my face to her hunger. When she pushed me over the edge, I screamed her name out and squeezed my thighs around her head.

If there was regret after my orgasm, it was hidden in my desire to taste her.

I kissed Piper deeply, sucking my sex from her tongue and then throwing her back onto the couch. She grunted as I started to lick her, drinking from her dripping hole. She twitched and squirmed with every lap I took of her cunt, squeezing both breasts as I pressed my mouth harder into her. Piper came with a squeal, my arms holding her hips down through her spasms, giving her no escape from my mouth.

I rested on top of her once it was done, our heavy breathing filling the silent room. We stroked and cradled each other, letting the time pass without a word, the two of us lost in a cocktail of excitement and dread. When she finally left, it was only a goodbye with our eyes and a gentle squeeze of the hand. We both knew that it wasn’t the last time.

And so the pattern continued. Piper would visit me in the evening or after class, we barely spoke from the moment I answered the door to the moment she left. Our lovemaking became less rushed as we sought to prolong the intensity, eking ourselves to a climax instead of charging through it. We would sit or stand naked in front of each other, taking turns to explore our bodies with our hands and mouths, looking deep into each other’s eyes.

On the sixth encounter, Piper broke her silence. She was lying on top of me in the bedroom, straddling my thigh, our hips grinding together. We were clasping each other’s faces, staring deep into each other’s eyes as the friction slowly built, the heat rising in our cores. We were moaning together with every pelvic thrust. When Piper got closer, she gasped the haunting words I’d both longed for and hoped would never come. “I’m in love with you.”

It scared me and I couldn’t respond at first, but my hips never stopped moving. All I could do was kiss her, but Piper managed to say them once more before our tongues met, the words almost accelerating the climax that followed shortly, my hands squeezing her buttocks into me as I came.

She spent the night for the first time on that occasion, and from that point on I stopped lying to myself that I wanted the relationship to end and began to look forward to every hour I got to share with Piper. We kept it private, only showing affection to each other behind closed doors, and even though there was an acceptance of our love, we still shared the fear of being caught.

Our attraction for each other was voracious and we maintained the intensity of our early encounters throughout. Piper’s appetite for experimentation was limitless. She was young, and wanted to try everything with me; her eagerness waking a sexual curiosity that had laid dormant for years. I agreed to everything, the foreplay starting days before the act with a suggestive text that I would nervously accept. She would detail everything she wanted to do to me, building my anticipation until I would be left helplessly begging her to use my body however she wanted. In that way, I almost seamlessly ceded control to Piper until I realized one day that I would do anything for her. The intoxication of our lovemaking had rendered me weak and powerless, hopelessly waiting for my next fix.

Piper relished her role, always pushing my boundaries. We explored kink and role-play; she told me what to wear and how to act, she would interrogate me when I was at my most aroused, always delving deeper into my mind to discover my next hidden fantasy. She transformed me into a confident sexual woman, happy with her body and free from self-doubt.

Towards the end of May, our moods changed; we became more introverted, knowing what was coming. Julie would be returning from college for the summer and our opportunities to be alone together would be severely limited. I almost resented my daughter for it. I was finally happy and now the source of that happiness was being taken away from me. I knew I was being selfish, so we both resolved to think positively, to make the few occasions together that summer truly special.

***

It was awkward at first when Julie first came home, and we had to revert back to our previous dynamic. Piper spent more time around the house on the pretense that she wanted to hang out with Julie, but I soon realized that it was just to be close to me. At first, we would exchange a knowing glance when Julie wouldn’t notice or she would brush close to me, a hand on my arm if Julie left the room. But soon we became more daring: a hurried kiss in the hallway, or if Julie took a shower she would pin me against the wall, her wicked hand diving into my pants, pleasuring me just enough to make me uncomfortably wet. She would tell me to wear a skirt and remove my panties before she came over, giving her free access in those brief stolen moments we had.

Finally, Julie planned to go to a movie with a guy she dated in high school, giving Piper and me a window to quench our growing frustration. Soon after Julie let her plans known to us, the text from Piper came asking how I wanted to be fucked; I responded with a single word: Hard.

Our teasing continued for two days, Piper telling me that I was to be her prisoner for three delicious hours, that I would need to be restrained and gagged to prevent the neighbors hearing my cries, I only encouraged her, promising that I would scream at the top of my voice.

When Julie’s car pulled out that Friday evening, I sat impatiently in the living room, my stomach dancing as the minutes crept by until I heard the door open and steps through the kitchen until Piper stood in front of me, wearing a sundress, staring at me.

“Bedroom.”

We walked upstairs in silence, going into the bedroom before standing in front of each other, trembling with desire.

“Why have you been turning me on all week, Ms Olson?” she asked, those deep green eyes sparkling under her auburn hair.

I chose to be completely honest about it. “Because I need to be fucked, and you’re the only one that knows how I want it.” It was part of the game, cold and purely physical; the loving tenderness would come later.

“Turn around,” she said. Piper removed a tie from her purse, pulling my hands behind me and binding my wrists with it. She opened my blouse and pulled it down over my shoulders, bunching around my hands to make my arms immobile. I was facing the full-length mirror on the closet door, able to see her reach back into her bag to remove a thick latex cock. She hiked my skirt around my hips, exposing my bare crotch; I’d gone without panties at her request.

I groaned as she rubbed the length of the dildo between my wet lips, letting my clit feel the full length of the shaft, pushing against my hole without inserting it, merely coating the tip with the production of my arousal.

“This is what you want.” She was looking over my shoulder at our reflection, raising the phallus to my mouth; allowing me to taste myself on it, letting my tongue glide up its length. She traced it down my chin and neck, running down to my cleavage and the tops of my breasts.

Piper pushed me forward over the side of the bed, pulling her sundress off over her head, leaving her standing stark naked. She fished a harness out of her bag, stepping into it, then placing the rubber cock into the hole and fastening it around her hips. She removed another tie, this time wrapping it around my head, the material running between my teeth, letting me bite down on it like a rein.

I grunted as she slapped my ass, then moaned as I felt her hand on my pussy, her fingers dipping into me and spreading the natural lubricant over my entire vulva. Then the pressure filled me, and I sucked in air as she pushed inside, my vagina tightening, then relaxing to take more of its length. Only the initial strokes were gentle, probing my capacity before Piper began to administer longer and harder thrusts, the initial resistance evaporating as my body sang with relief to have something inside me.

I watched it all in the mirror, my face contorting in pleasure as Piper fucked me hard and fast. Her eyes were fixed on the pistoning dildo, breasts swaying with her body’s movement. My grunts were barely muffled by the makeshift gag and they coursed through the room urgently, coaxing Piper to not hold back. I buried my face in the sheets to savor every stroke, letting my climax build within me, my body tingling as I got ever closer.

I looked up one final time, wanting to witness my surging orgasm, and then the most heart-wrenching terror surged through me as my eyes gravitated to the figure standing in the doorway — my daughter Julie.

Her face was struck by fear, disgust, and incomprehension. But the worst thing on my daughter’s face was the look of palpable devastating hurt: something a mother never wants to see on the face of her child.

I twisted and desperately tried to stop Piper, screaming through my gagged mouth, but it only served to encourage her; she was locked into the moment, oblivious to our audience. She gripped my hips tighter as I tried to roll free, all the time pumping inside of me. My body was stunned by shock, and the arousal was going but my orgasm was still fast approaching.

Panic set in at the realization that my daughter could witness my climax, and my brain screamed at my body to will it away, to reject the rising ecstasy. In those brief seconds, however, pleasure claimed its victory, and my unwanted rapture erupted through me, surprising me in its intensity as my head collapsed into the sheets, tears streaming down my face as I prayed for the interminable waves of ecstasy to stop.

When I raised my face, now burning with shame, Julie was gone, the sound of her slamming bedroom door rocking the house, echoing into my room where we were both panting for air.

“What the fuck was that?” Piper exclaimed as she undid the saliva drenched gag.

“Shit! Untie me, Julie’s back and just saw us.”

“What?! Oh shit oh shit oh shit!” She loosened my binds enough for me to shimmy my wrists free. I frantically snatched for my clothes as Piper paced up and down in a nervous turmoil.

“What are we going to do?” she whispered loudly.

“I don’t fucking know, Piper, we fucked up!” I really didn’t know. My first concern was for Julie’s safety, I had to check on her to see if she was going to be okay. I was dreading it, but it was my responsibility.

Piper frowned. “Should I go talk to her?”

“No, I should. You better go home… you probably won’t want to hear this.”

She nodded, gathered her things and left. I straightened myself out one last time before knocking on Julie’s door.

“Julie, honey… can I come in?” There was no answer, but sobs could be heard through the door. I let myself in and my heart broke. She had her face in her hands, her body shaking.

She looked up at me in sheer anguish. “How long?”

Tears began to roll down my cheeks. “Three months… almost four. I’m so sorry, I never wanted to hurt you, Julie… it just happened. I guess I was just lonely, and…”

“So you fucked my best friend?!”

“I know, I’m so sorry… it’s not right. It’s my fault, I just want you to know that I love you… we both do…”

“Why couldn’t you find someone else?! You’re not even a fucking lesbian!” There was pure anger in her voice, and I knew it wasn’t going to disappear overnight. Her whole life had just flipped upside down with no warning.

“I know… I’m — I’m sorry.”

“Just leave me the fuck alone!”

“Okay, Julie, you’re upset, but I want you to know it’s over… it never should have happened in the first place.” I left her crying, going to my room before I broke down, curling into a ball on my bed, despising myself for what I’d done… but also mourning the end of a relationship where I had been truly in love.

On to Part Two!