Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

by Muffi

Kirsten and I nearly made it to my place before it started raining, but it came down so hard that we got soaked to the skin. We stomped in the back door, only to be greeted by my mom, who took one look at us and ordered us to stay right where we were, dripping in the middle of the kitchen. We were both giggling like crazy.

Mom came back with two bathrobes for us and told us to go in the pantry and get our wet clothes off before we did anything else. I told her that I’d invited Kirsten over so I could help her with her homework, and that we wanted to have a sleepover.

She smiled. “That’s fine,” she said. “Kirsten can keep you out of our hair tonight.”

We headed into the pantry, and I closed the door behind us. We started peeling each other’s clothes off quickly. In the dim light, I could just barely make out the swollen little nipples on Kirsten’s chest. We stood there for one second, staring at each other, and then I cupped her face in my hands and leaned down to kiss her again; the same kind of gentle, lingering kiss. This time I felt her lips moving against mine in response.

My heart was racing. I pulled away, motioning to Kirsten to get into the bathrobe. We came out of the pantry giggling again, and brought our wet clothes to the laundry room.

“Since you two are already soaked,” my Mom said, when we returned to the kitchen, “you might as well finish what you started, and get your showers out of the way now. I’ll have something ready for you to eat when you’re done.”

“Okay,” I said. “C’mon, Kirsten, let’s get cleaned up.”

Kirsten grabbed the tote bag with her clothes in it and we headed upstairs.

I was beside myself with excitement. Now that I’d decided that I was going to let this happen, I was looking at Kirsten in a whole new way. I guess if I have to be honest, that first night it was more about me just wanting to get my hands on her than anything else. I wish I could say it was all about love, but that night it wasn’t. I just wanted her. It wasn’t until later that I figured out I was in love.

I mean, it wasn’t all just about me being horny. It’s like, I was really flattered to know that she had such a crush on me. I guess I also wanted to be her teacher, you know? I wanted to be the one who showed her how nice it can be to love another girl. And now that I knew about her crush, I was noticing things. Like how she looked at me, that look of admiration in her eyes when they met mine. How she blushed lightly and acted all shy when I complimented her.

Don’t get me wrong, though, I was hot for her, too. Actually, I was kinda shocked at just how hot I was.

I’m pretty lucky. I’m an only child, and my parents use the master bedroom downstairs. They have their own bathroom, too, so I pretty much get the whole second floor to myself. It’s almost like having my own apartment, except I don’t have a kitchen up there. So I had a lot of privacy.

We went into my bedroom first, so Kirsten could leave her tote bag there. Then we went straight to the bathroom together. The really cool thing was that even if anyone noticed we were taking a shower together, they wouldn’t wonder why. We’re both girls, and no one would ever be suspicious. As long as we were quiet, we could pretty much do whatever we wanted to, and no one would ever know anything.

I closed the bathroom door behind us, and turned to look at Kirsten. She was just staring at me with a little smile on her face. I smiled back at her.

I reached in and turned on the water in the shower, then turned around and took my bathrobe off. Kirsten blushed a little, then untied her robe and let it fall to the floor. Her blush deepened.

“I can’t believe this is really happening,” she said in a near whisper.

I sat down on the lid of the toilet and looked at her seriously.

“Kirsten, are you sure about this?” I asked. “I mean, we don’t have to do anything, you know. Only if you’re really sure. And only what you’re comfortable with.”

She shook her head emphatically. “No, I want to,” she said. “It’s just…”

“It’s just what, sweetie?” I said quietly.

Her eyes fell to the floor. “It’s just… I don’t know what I’m s’posed to do,” she said. “And besides, look at you! You’re so gorgeous! And you have boobs already and everything. I’m still built like a little girl. I’m not sexy. I don’t get why you’d even want to do anything like this with me.”

I reached out and took her little hand in mine, pulling her closer to me. With my other hand, I reached out and lifted her chin, making her look at me.

“You listen to me, Kirsten,” I said softly. “You are beautiful. And you are sexy.”

My hand fell to her chest, my fingers brushing lightly over her puffy nipples as I stared into her eyes.

“You do so have boobs,” I said. “They just aren’t done growing yet. But they’re beautiful the way they are.”

I let my hand fall lower, so that my fingers traced through the sparse, silky hair just beginning to grow on her pussy.

“And as for being sexy… listen, you have me so excited right now that I can’t stand it. You did that to me, sweetie. So I don’t want to hear you say you’re not absolutely gorgeous, do you hear me?”

She nodded, but she still looked doubtful. I stood up and wrapped my arms around her, hugging her face to my breasts. I felt her arms slide around my face as she hugged me back, and felt her sigh deeply.

“As for not knowing what to do,” I said, “you just relax, okay? I’ll show you what to do. Everyone has to learn, it’s not something that you start out understanding.”

I leaned down and found her mouth with mine, giving her another of those long, slow, gentle kisses. I felt her breathe in sharply, then her lips began to move against mine. This time, I parted my lips slightly, and traced a light trail over her bottom lip with my tongue. I felt a tiny shudder run through her body. Hesitantly, her lips parted just a little, and I felt the tip of her little tongue against mine. That made me shiver. I pulled away and gazed into her eyes.

“You are so beautiful,” I whispered. She rewarded me with one of her sweet blushes.

“C’mon,” I said, “let’s get showered and downstairs to eat. Then we’ll have the whole night to ourselves.”

Kirsten grinned and nodded, letting me lead her into the shower by the hand. The hot water felt wonderful! We stood under the spray wrapped up in each other’s arms for a few moments, then I let go of her and reached for the bottle of body wash. I squeezed some into a washcloth, and then started to scrub away at Kirsten’s body. First I washed her face, slowly and gently, and let her rinse the soap off. Then I started on the rest of her.

Her hair had darkened in the water, and it was plastered down against her back. I scrubbed slowly over her chest, lingering at each puffy nipple, using the rough material to stimulate them. I watched as they tightened, contracting and rising up as her breathing quickened. I scrubbed down across her belly, then I turned her and started on her back. As my hand moved lower, I noticed that her cute little had suddenly turned into a small, firm, well-formed ass that I thought was sexy as hell.

I squatted down and began washing her legs. They were slender and well formed. As I reached one foot, I told her to lift it so I could wash it. She picked her foot up and I held it in my hand, smiling as she giggled when I scrubbed between her toes. I repeated that with her other foot, and then began to wash the front of her legs, starting at her ankles and working my way up slowly. I’m not stupid. I’d saved the best part for last.

I was on my knees in front of her now, Her picture-perfect little pussy just a few inches from my face. I could see the sparse, baby-fine hair that was beginning to grow there, forming a tiny little “V” shape that just ended at the very beginning of her slit. Even though I’ve heard it described this way a lot, this was the first time that I really understood what was meant by a girl’s pussy resembling a peach.

Her outer lips were puffy, almost fat. Her mons had a prominent swell, giving her whole pussy almost a heart shape. I know I haven’t really seen a lot of other girl’s pussies, but I thought that Kirsten’s was the most beautiful one I’d ever seen. I dropped the washcloth, squeezed some body wash into my hand, and began to gently clean her vulva. The soap made her skin slippery, and my hands glided effortlessly over her soft pussy, between her legs, then back out again.

Kirsten parted her legs slightly, giving me easy access to the sweet little treasure between her legs. I glanced up to see her watching me intently. I smiled at her.

“So beautiful,” I whispered.

She smiled shyly at me, then closed her eyes as my finger slid between the puffy folds of her outer lips, gliding through her warm slit. I felt the tiny button of her clitoris, still hidden beneath its hood, but definitely beginning to swell. I continued to slide my hand back and forth, my middle finger stroking her from clit to anus and back again. I used my fingernail to tease at her crinkled rosebud each time my finger started its return trip to her clit.

I decided to be a bit of a tease. I stood up, letting my hand make one last, slow trip across the warm, slick skin of her soft mons. She whimpered a little when I stood, her eyes opening to search my face.

“Your turn,” I said, smiling.

Kirsten’s eyes widened for a moment in surprise, like she hadn’t thought I’d actually let her touch me. Then she smiled bashfully. She picked up the washcloth that I’d left on the floor of the shower, and squeezed a dollop of body wash into it. Her hands were trembling slightly as she began to soap me.

She mimicked the way I’d bathed her. She started by washing my face, then letting me rinse the soap. She hesitated for a moment, searching my eyes, before she brought the washcloth to my breasts. I smiled, trying to encourage her to continue.

Kirsten lathered my breasts, watching closely as my nipples tightened and stood erect. I brought one hand up, and brought her free hand to my right breast, showing her without words how to tease and play with my nipple. She smiled when she heard me gasp, my mouth dropping open. I leaned back against the wall of the shower, looking down to watch her as she continued.

She scrubbed at my belly with the washcloth, then, just like I’d done with her, she turned me and began to wash my back. When she got to my ass, her hands lingered, a lot longer than they needed to just to clean me.

I smiled. I guess she’s into butts, I thought. That was fine with me. She could could play with my ass all she wanted.

She did the backs of my legs and feet next, turning me again so she could wash up the front of my legs. I found myself growing short of breath as her hands moved higher; finally, she stood in front of me and slowly slid her hand between my legs, making me moan as her fingers brushed my slit. I leaned back against the wall again and closed my eyes, letting her explore and get accustomed to what she was doing.

Almost automatically, my legs parted so Kirsten could have plenty of room to explore. I keep myself well trimmed, with just a small landing strip above my cleft, so her hand was sliding back and forth over bare skin. She was kind of clumsy, but what she was doing felt so good! I sighed and opened my eyes. Kirsten was staring up into my face, watching my reactions to her small, soft hand gliding over my sex. I took a deep breath and smiled, straightening away from the shower wall.

Gently, I reached down and took her hand, smiling at her. “We better hurry,” I said. “My mom’s gonna wonder where we are. The sooner we go eat, the sooner we can come back up and be alone together.”

She smiled, a pretty, shy little smile, and wrapped her arms around me in a hug. I hugged her back, then I let go of her, picked up the shampoo, and squeezed some into my hand. I handed the shampoo to her, and started washing my hair. Kirsten did the same, and soon we were both stepping from the shower, reaching for towels and drying ourselves off. We put our robes back on and went back to my room. We both put on panties and oversized t-shirts, then we went downstairs to eat.

My parents kinda droned on and on through dinner. I was sort of paying attention, but not really. Finally we were done, and Kirsten and I brought our plates and things to the kitchen. We went back in the dining room, and I kissed my mom and dad.

“Night, Dad,” I said. “Night, Mom. We’re gonna go do our homework and then go to bed.”

“Night, Mr. and Mrs. Andrews,” said Kirsten. “Thanks for lettin’ me stay tonight.”

My parents said good night to both of us, and Kirsten and I went upstairs to my room.

As soon as I closed my bedroom door, I turned and put my arms around Kirsten, kissing her. I still took it slow, because I didn’t want to freak her out. When I parted my lips, though, her little tongue darted out to meet mine, and it wasn’t long before the kiss had deepened, and we were exploring each other’s mouths hungrily.

I reached between us, and untied Kirsten’s bathrobe. I pushed it back, letting it fall to the floor, then reached down and lifted her t-shirt. Breaking the kiss just long enough to pull it over her head, I helped her help me get my robe and shirt off, too, and then we were kissing again, warm skin pressing and rubbing against warm skin. One of my hands slid down her back, sliding under her panties to cup her small, firm ass, squeezing it with my fingers.

I broke the kiss, standing and staring into Kirsten’s eyes. “God, you’re so lovely, babe,” I whispered.

I watched her blush and smile shyly, ducking her head. “So are you,” she whispered.

I stepped away from her for a moment, and turned on my radio, keeping the volume down. Just enough so we could hear it in the background. I made sure my door was locked, then I took Kirsten’s hand and led her to my bed. I squatted down for a second, long enough to help her step out of her panties, then stood and quickly took mine off. We lay down side by side, staring into each other’s eyes.

Her eyes slid away from mine for a moment. “I’m scared you aren’t gonna like b-being with me,” she said softly.

I lifted her chin and looked at her. “Why would you think that?”

“Cos I don’t know what I’m s’posed to do,” she said. “What if I do it wrong?”

“Shhhh…” I pulled her face into my neck, shushing her, stroking her hair. “sweetie, you can’t do anything wrong. You’re here with me right now, and that’s the most perfect and right thing in the world. Right now, I just want you to be here, and let me do what needs to be done, okay?”

I felt her nod against my neck. “Okay,” she said softly.

I took her head in my hands and looked in her eyes again. “Just kiss me for a little while,” I said. “Please?”

We sighed in unison as our lips came together in a kiss. I slid one arm beneath her neck, cradling her head with it. As the kiss lingered and deepened, my other began to explore her small body, just stroking her, up and down. I felt her shiver as my fingernails grazed over her skin. I shifted my top leg, sliding it between her legs and bringing it up so that my thigh was pressed against her soft, warm pussy. I felt her sigh as she pressed her hips forward, rubbing herself on my leg.

My hand reached down and cupped one cheek of her soft ass, my fingers digging into her flesh, pulling her tighter to my thigh. As I helped her, pressing my leg more tightly against her swollen outer lips, I felt one of her hands reach up, tentatively stroking my breast. I broke the kiss for a moment.

“Oh, yes, baby,” I breathed, “touch me, please…”

I leaned back in, sighing as I placed feather-soft kisses on Kirsten’s neck and ear now, nuzzling into the crook of her shoulder. I felt my nipple tighten as her small fingers gently tugged and pinched at it. Letting go of her ass, I let my hand slide slowly up over her hip, sliding it between my thigh and her mons, my finger gently separating her puffy outer labia. I heard her gasp as my fingernail scraped over the tiny bud of her clit, hidden under its delicate hood. Her hips twitched forward sharply.

I sucked in a deep breath. I wanted her. I wanted to just eat her up, completely. I shifted suddenly, rolling Kirsten to her back so that I was on my hands and knees above her slender body. Her hands were on my shoulders now as she stared up at me, a shy smile on her face. I leaned down and kissed her lightly.

“You just relax, pretty girl,” I said softly. “Just relax, and let me love you.”

Kirsten’s blush deepened. I slowly leaned down to kiss her again, this time more aggressively. When I felt her tongue touch mine, I pushed past it, sliding my tongue into her mouth. She tasted sweet and clean. Our lips moved hungrily as our tongues tangled together. I felt my breath coming faster, felt a warm dampness growing between my legs.

Gasping, I broke the kiss with a wet smacking sound. I rose up, my ass resting on her at the top of her thighs. Bringing my hands up, I stroked her face for a moment, smiling at her, then slid my hands down so I could toy with her nipples.

She had just the beginnings of breasts. Her nipples were puffy, the palest pink, capping two tiny mounds. I stared in awe, watching my fingers trace light circles over them, then looked up at Kirsten again.

“You’re so very beautiful, girl,” I whispered.

Her eyes fell away from mine, but I saw the delighted smile that came across her face at my words. She blushed deeply again – God, she’s so pretty when she blushes for me! Her hair was fanned out around her head and shoulders, framing her upper body in caramel-hued softness. I brought my thumbs and forefingers together and began to gently pinch at her nipples, smiling when I saw her eyes widen, her mouth opening slightly in surprise at the sensation.

I let my hands fall away, tracing soft trails down her sides, across her belly, then back up over her ribs to her chest again. I kept this up, stopping each time to toy with her pretty nipples. Before long, I was being rewarded with soft gasps and whimpers.

I shifted position again, nudging her legs apart with one knee, holding myself up on my elbows so that my face hovered over her chest. I could feel the heat of her pussy pressed against my belly, soft and damp. Slowly, I ran my flattened tongue over the surface of one tiny breast. I lifted my head and blew gently on the wet skin, watching her nipple crinkle slightly, tightening and contracting. Lowering my head again, I drew the entire little mound into my mouth, sucking gently, lightly scraping it with my teeth.

I felt Kirsten’s hands move to my upper arms, gripping them tightly as she let out a breathy whimper. I caressed and pinched lightly at her other nipple with my fingers, while my mouth lingered, refusing to let go of this sweet morsel of flesh it had captured. When I could finally force myself to let it go, it was only to switch sides, so that I could taste her other nipple as intimately as I had the first.

I felt like I was drowning in her. My pussy was responding eagerly to what I was doing, leaking wetness, grown warm and swollen; hungry. Honestly, I couldn’t remember ever feeling so turned on. But I could wait. For now, I wanted to taste every inch of Kirsten’s body. I wanted to drown in the sight, the smell, the taste, and the sound of her.

I slid down a little, placing soft wet kisses on her belly, trailing my tongue over her skin. As I moved lower, my hands gripped her sides, my thumbs caressing first her ribs, then the softness of her waist. I pushed one breast against her now thoroughly wet pussy, coating my nipple with the sweet nectar leaking from her. I was close enough now that I could smell her fragrance, musky and sweet. Her scent was barely there, but noticeable enough to make me feel lightheaded. As I continued to explore her, I found myself thinking that I had brought perfection into my bed.

I slid lower.

I kissed and licked a trail down over Kirsten’s left hip, stopping for a moment to suck lightly at her hip bone. Moving further down, I lingered for long minutes at her thighs, kissing, licking, nibbling lightly with my lips and teeth. From where I was positioned now, I could look up and see her sweet center, opened slightly for me like a little flower just beginning to bloom. It glistened wetly before me, inviting me to come closer. To taste. To drink from her.

Slowly, I trailed my lips along the inside of her right thigh, until I was close enough to brush my nose over the wet heat of her cunt. I heard her gasp at that first contact, then a sharp, “Oh!” escaped her as my lips pressed themselves to her sex.

She smelled like heaven, and I couldn’t wait any longer. I extended my tongue, and gently ran it along the length of her wet cleft, tasting the sweetness of her for the first time.

We moaned in unison as Kirsten’s hips tilted upward, her pussy sliding firmly against my mouth. My tongue dug deeper, gently parting the soft, firm folds, exploring everywhere.

“Oh, Jess...” The sound was half moan, half sigh, long and drawn out.

I shifted again, lifting my head reluctantly from its warm resting place. Sliding one hand beneath her ass, I used my other to gently open her delicate pussy with my fingers. Bright pink little folds greeted my eyes as I parted the outer lips. With one finger, I gently rolled the protective little hood back from her clit, exposing its tip. It nestled there, waiting for me to worship it with my mouth. I was anxious to do just that.

Softly, I trailed my finger over the sensitive little nubbin. The moment I touched it, Kirsten’s hips shot up from the bed. She sucked in a deep breath, her little pussy now twitching up and down beneath my hand.

Quickly, I drew my finger away, replacing it with my mouth. I closed my lips over her wetness, gently drawing her clit into my mouth, flicking it with the tip of my tongue. I began to suck at it lightly.

I felt Kirsten’s hands slam against the back of my head, her fingers clutching at my hair. Still holding her clit in my mouth, I brought my hand down, until I could nudge just the tip of my little finger into her tight little opening. I didn’t want to go too far, but I wanted her to feel me inside of her. Her tight little opening clenched on my finger, a small flood of sweet wetness leaking out to coat it. I moved my head just long enough to lap greedily at it, then I sucked her clit back into my mouth again.

Moving my finger in a back and forth motion, not really entering her very far, more just pushing against her opening then backing off again, I sucked down hard on her clit. My tongue danced across it. Her fingers tightened even more in my hair, shoving my face downward as her hips moved in quick circles, grinding her pussy into my face. She was panting now, fast and hard, her back arched off the bed.

Mewling little moans were coming from her throat in a steady stream as she came closer and closer to the peak. As she drew ever nearer to the inevitable explosion, she began to whisper my name hoarsely.

“Oh, Jess… oh, Jess… oh, J-Jess…” Over and over, without stopping.

I moaned my encouragement to her, urging her on, wanting to feel, taste, smell, see her first real orgasm.

Suddenly, with a long, throaty moan, her body went absolutely rigid and still. The moan cut itself off, and she hung there, her hips and lower back off the bed, tense and stiff. The moan came again as she began to shudder violently. Her face, when I rolled my eyes up to look at her, was twisted in ecstasy, her mouth hanging open, eyes clenched shut.

I let my mouth ride her clit through the orgasm. It went on and on, until finally, she collapsed on the bed. She continued to shudder and twitch, aftershocks coursing through her body.

Finally, I let go of her clit. I ran my tongue over her sex, cleaning up the sweet wetness I found there, savoring every drop as it rolled into my mouth. When I had searched out every trace, I lay there with my head on her upper thigh, stroking her mons, placing light kisses there now and then. Her hands toyed with my hair as her breathing slowly began to return to normal.

I crawled up to lay beside her, cradling her head to my breasts. I kissed her lightly on the lips, once, twice, then a third time. Finally, she sighed deeply and lifted her head to look at me, smiling shyly.

“Jess,” she whispered. “That was… oh my God, it was amazing…”

I smiled, stroking her cheek. “So you liked it?”

She nodded. “I never… I mean, I’ve touched myself. But it was never like that!”

I kissed the tip of her nose. “I’m glad you liked it, pretty girl,” I said. “I loved it.”

She blushed. “But you didn’t…” She hesitated. “I mean, you didn’t… well, you know. You just did it for me.”

“Sometimes, pretty girl, that’s more than enough,” I said softly.

“Are you sure?” she asked. “I’ll do it for you, if you want me to try. But I’m scared. I don’t wanna mess it up and ruin it.”

“Kirsten,” I said quietly. “You’ve already done it for me, just by letting me make love to you. There’s no rush. We have lots and lots of time, you know. When you’re ready, you’ll know. Until then, let’s just do what you feel comfortable with, okay?”

She snuggled down into my breasts. “Jess?” she whispered.

“Yes, baby?”

“I think I love you.”

I pulled her tightly to me as my breath caught in my throat. I stroked her hair, surprised at the depth of what I was feeling for her in that moment. This night may have started out being more lust than anything else for me, but that wasn’t the way it was ending.

“You know what, pretty girl?”

She looked up at me.

“I think I love you, too.”

That shy smile crossed her face again, accompanied by it’s constant companion, the pretty blush. We fell asleep that way, wrapped up around each other. We woke in exactly the same position.

That all happened a little more than six months ago. Since then, Kirsten and I have spent every possible moment together. Some people think it’s a little odd that I like to spend so much time with a kid so much younger than I am, but we don’t care. I sit with her every day after school, so it’s only natural that we’d be close friends, right? My parents are proud of me for looking out for Kirsten the way I do, and her mom is grateful that she has someone she looks up to as such a close friend.

It works perfectly for us.

Kirsten has become incredibly skilled at making love to me. Now, whenever we’re together, we both come at least two or three times, usually more. She’s especially adept at pleasuring my ass, and really enjoys licking my anus. But honestly, there’s not a part of each other’s bodies that we haven’t explored.

She’s the most amazing little lover in the world, and as long as she wants me, I’ll never leave her.

The End