Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By Amanda Lynn

Morning came too early for Trish. Since school ended, she had become accustomed to sleeping in. Even at Monica’s, they never rose early, usually because they’d been up late making love. This morning, however, she and every other camper were roused from their sleep by the sounds of a… what was that? A bugle? Trish groaned, wishing the noise would go away. It eventually did but was quickly replaced by an overly pleasant voice coming from what sounded like a megaphone. Not much of an improvement.

“Good morning, campers. It is a beautiful day here at camp Witchatic and it’s time for you to get up and get ready for a busy day of fun activities. Breakfast will start at 8 o’clock, so let’s not dawdle.”

“Mornings would be great if they started after lunch,” a voice mumbled in her ear.

Trish laughed and rolled over to face the owner of that voice. Kat still had her eyes closed but was smiling. She gave Kat a soft kiss on the lips and stroked her hair. “I agree,” she said. “But we need to get up.”

Kat moaned. “Do we have to?” she said, burying her face in the pillow.

“Uh-huh,” Trish replied, giving her new friend a playful tickle on the ribs.

Kat yelped and jerked away from the attack, then retaliated, grabbing hold of Trish’s wrists and climbing on top of her. She captured Trish’s mouth and kissed her, her tongue finding easy access. “Last night was great,” Kat said, pushing a hand between them. “I can’t wait to do it again.”

“Don’t think you’re gonna get her all to yourself every night,” Gabby said.

Kat turned to look at her cousin, acting casual while her finger brushed against Trish’s clit under the covers. “And why not?” she said with a saucy grin on her face.

Trish sucked in a breath and pushed back against the finger. She couldn’t help it.

“Because.”

“That’s not an answer.” Kat rubbed a bit harder.

Trish turned her head away from Gabby and Monica, glad she was covered by the sheets. It had taken no time at all for Kat’s fingers to stir her arousal up to its peak and now she was nearing the edge. As that wonderful feeling built, she bit her lip to keep from crying out.

“Well, I haven’t seen Trish since spring break. I want to get…  reacquainted,” Gabby said playfully.

“That’s one way of putting it.” Monica laughed. “You just want my stepsister’s tongue on your pussy as much as Kat wants it on hers.”

“That’s what I thought,” Kat said, pushing harder on the swollen clit. “You’re such a slut.” The three of them laughed, Monica and Gabby were seemingly unaware of the state Kat had Trish in.

“I think we should let Trish decide,” Gabby said. “What do you say, Trish?”

Trish heard the exchange as if from far away, the question not registering in her mind. Even if it had, she probably wouldn’t have been able to answer. The orgasm within her was building quickly and it took all her effort not to scream out. She was panting and gripping the sheets as Kat’s rapid fingers brought her closer and closer to release.

“Trish?” Gabby repeated.

Kat grinned at them. “She can’t answer right now,” she said. “I think she’s about to come.”

And that was exactly what she did. Trish pushed her hips up and groaned, unable to restrain herself as her orgasm took hold. She froze for long moments as pure pleasure coursed through her, then fell back onto the bed, twitching with each aftershock as Kat’s fingers continued to play for a bit longer.

Kat kissed her softly once more before slipping out of bed. Trish turned to face the three grinning girls, her face burning. Kat and Gabby then gathered up their clothes and shower items while Monica moved over to Trish, offering her a hand up.

“That was quite the wake-up call,” Monica said.

“Yeah, it was.” Trish took Monica’s hand and stood. She wobbled for a second, her knees still shaky from her climax. Leaning close, Trish brushed Monica’s ear with her lips and said, “She’s great but I still like your wake-up calls better.” Trish placed a soft kiss on her stepsister’s lips before fetching her shower stuff.

***

The dining hall smelled of breakfast, the scent of bacon and sausage wafting from the kitchen area behind the steam line. Three cooks wearing white aprons moved about the kitchen with purpose as they tended to the morning meal. One of them stood at the grill, cooking up eggs to order. Besides the bacon and sausage, there were beans and hash browns, an assortment of fresh fruits. Bagels and various cereals were also available for those who wanted them. Trish and the girls made their way through the line, choosing their breakfasts before settling at one of the tables.

“I could get used to this,” Gabby said as she squirted ketchup onto her hash browns.

“You and me both,” Kat replied with a chuckle.

Trish and Monica agreed with a nod as they had already shoveled food into their mouths. It seemed their activities from the night before had left them famished. They ate and talked, excited about the day ahead. It was during a discussion about taking peeks at other girls in the shower that Trish noticed something a bit strange.

The Barbies, who were sitting a few tables away from Trish and crew, had been eating and chatting like everyone else until Veronica stopped by their table. The camp counselor had been walking around the room talking to each group of girls as they ate. She’d stopped by Trish’s table a few minutes earlier, saying good morning and asking if they’d slept well in a strange bed, the typical pleasantries. But when it came to the Barbies’ turn, all four girls sat up straight, placed their hands in their laps, and lowered their gaze to the table. It was very odd. Trish nudged Monica with her elbow and nodded in the direction of the blonde girls. They watched, unable to hear what Veronica was saying. After a moment, Alexis looked up and said something. Veronica nodded then walked off, and the Barbies returned to their meal a few moments later.

“What was that all about?” Monica asked.

“What?” Kat asked, craning her neck to follow Monica’s gaze.

“The Barbies acted weird when Veronica stopped at their table. They all sat up straight and bowed their heads like they were praying or being chewed out,” Trish said.

“Huh. I doubt they were praying. None of them really seems like the religious type,” Kat wiped her face with a napkin and dropped it on her empty plate. “If they got themselves into trouble, it won’t be long before we hear something. Rumors tend to travel fast around here.”

Gabby snorted. “That’s for sure. Do you remember last year when those two assistant counselors got caught fucking on the dock in the middle of the night? The entire camp knew before either of them came.” They all broke into laughter.

After clearing away their dishes, they spent their morning playing volleyball on the sand courts behind the dining hall. The girls were broken up into two teams of five, their names being randomly drawn by Veronica.

Trish was disappointed that she wouldn’t be hanging with Monica and company but was soon enjoying herself with her new teammates. One of them, a pretty, younger girl, seemed to be drawn to Trish. Daisy was 10 and lived in the city with her parents and little sister, Trish had learned when the girl introduced herself before their first match had started. They chatted when they could as the morning passed, mostly between matches but sometimes on the court. Daisy was soft-spoken, and some would probably call her shy, but Trish saw a little bit of herself at that age in the girl. Of course, that was before Monica had introduced her to the wonderful world of girls loving girls. Any shyness or inhibitions she may have felt had all but vanished now.

There weren’t enough courts for all the teams to play at the same time, so the play schedule rotated with six teams on and two off. Trish’s team was currently taking a break and rested on logs that served as benches lining the courts.

“Do you think it’s true?” Daisy spoke from her spot beside Trish.

“Do I think what’s true?” Trish asked after screwing the cap back on her water bottle.

“The rumor about the camp. Well, the camp’s nickname.”

Trish raised an eyebrow and studied the girl, naughty thoughts flashing through her mind. She would be lying if she said she hadn’t already undressed Daisy with her eyes while they were on the court. The young girl was very cute with her brown hair bobbing around in its ponytail. She also had a nice bum.

“And which nickname would that be?” Trish asked, playing innocent.

Daisy’s eyes widened. “You don’t know?” She leaned closer and lowered her voice. “They call it camp Lick-a-Clit, and say that all the girls will have it happen to them before camp ends.”

A blush crossed Daisy’s face and Trish felt her clit twitch with excitement. “Oh, that.” Trish paused for a beat, wondering if Daisy was simply curious or maybe looking for something. “Yeah, I’ve heard that. It might be fun if it’s true.”

“Really? You think so?” The look Daisy gave her was somewhere between disbelief and hopefulness.

Trish shrugged and took another swallow of her water. “Sure. Don’t you?”

“I guess. I don’t know. I mean…there’s just girls here, so…” Daisy whispered.

“Well, it’s up to you but you won’t regret it if it happens. Believe me.” Trish squeezed Daisy’s knee, enjoying the contact with the smooth skin. She winked at the younger girl then stood as their team was called to the court.

“Wait! What do you mean?” Daisy pleaded as she followed close behind and almost collided with Trish when she came to a stop.

Trish studied the girl for a moment. Maybe Daisy would be open to some experimenting. “Tell ya what. Meet me outside the dining hall after lunch and we’ll go somewhere where we can talk without being overheard. Okay?” When Daisy nodded, Trish turned and they hurried after the rest of the team.

***

Trish took a huge bite of her ham and cheese sandwich and moaned her satisfaction around the mouthful. She hadn’t realized how hungry she was until she stepped inside the dining hall and was greeted by the mouth-watering smells. Besides her sandwich, Trish had chosen a small plate of raw veggies and a piece of delicious-looking cheesecake.

“Wow! This is actually really good,” Monica said after tasting her chili, then immediately shoveled another spoonful into her mouth.

“Apparently,” Gabby replied with a chuckle.

“Hey,” Kat said. “I heard an interesting rumor.”

Trish and the others quickly forgot about their meal and turned their attention to Kat.

“Oh?” Gabby said. “Do tell.”

“It seems some ‘naughty sounds’ were coming from the Barbies’ cabin after lights out last night,” Kat explained with a grin.

“Well, that explains what we saw at breakfast. They were being chewed out,” Trish said.

Kat shook her head. “Maybe not. I also heard Veronica was seen leaving the cabin sometime later.”

“Oh my God. Does that mean…?” Trish said, looking at each of them in turn.

“Veronica’s banging the Barbies? Wow.” Monica said in a low voice. “Isn’t that rather risky? I mean, she could get caught so easily. We already know about it and it hasn’t even been a day.”

“You would think,” Kat said, “but it’s just a rumor after all.”

“Oh, it’s no rumor. At least, not all of it,” a soft voice said from behind Trish.

Trish jumped and turned to see who had spoken. Daisy was standing near, holding her lunch tray. “May I join you?” she asked Trish directly, which warranted a questioning look from her friends.

“Yeah, sure,” Trish said and motioned to the empty spot beside her. “Guys, this is Daisy. We were on the same team at volleyball. Daisy, this Monica, my stepsister, and our friends Gabby and Kat.”

“Hi,” Daisy said. “I didn’t mean to listen in, but I overheard what you said about Veronica. I’m in cabin 9, right next door the cabin with Alexis and her crew.” She chuckled. “It took me a sec to figure out who ‘the Barbies’ were. Good name for them, though.

“So, you said it’s not a rumor?” Monica asked.

Daisy nodded. “It was just after lights out, one of the girls in my cabin found a cricket near her bed and she didn’t wanna go to sleep until it was gone. Silly, right?” She said with a grin, glancing around the group. “Anyway, I picked it up and took it outside to the grass at the back of the cabin. When I came back, that’s when I saw Veronica going into cabin 10.”

“Did you hear what she said or anything?” Gabby asked.

“No. I really didn’t think anything of it and just went to bed,” Daisy explained. “But I didn’t fall asleep right away, and after a while, maybe like twenty minutes, that’s when the noises started. Some girls were speaking but I couldn’t really hear the words. And then there were moans and other noises. Like something being slapped together.”

No one spoke and Trish looked around at her friends. Were they thinking the same thing she was? Did Veronica spank the Barbies last night? Did she have sex with them? Trish did not doubt that her panties were wet right now. They finished their lunch, their conversation mostly small talk, but images of what must have gone on in cabin 10 last night were probably playing in everyone’s mind.

They filed out of the dining hall and Trish stopped at the bottom of the steps, waiting for Daisy, when Monica passed her.

“You coming?” Monica called over her shoulder as she followed Gabby and Kat back to their cabin.

“I’ll be there in a bit,” Trish replied.

Monica grinned slyly when Daisy stopped beside Trish. “Okay. See you later, then.”

Trish turned to Daisy and took her hand. “Come on,” she said, leading her toward the volleyball courts. As she had expected, the area was deserted when they arrived, and she guided the younger girl to the far end. Trish sat on the log bench and Daisy joined her

“I think you had a question earlier,” Trish said, breaking the silence. It was obvious that Daisy was nervous.

“Um, yeah. You said that I wouldn’t regret it. If I let a girl… you know.” Daisy spoke softly, a blush of pink on her cheeks.

Trish nodded. “Ya, I remember.”

“So, you have, then?”

“Had my pussy licked? Yeah, I have.”

Daisy’s eyes widened and she turned to face Trish. “Really? Here at camp? With who? Was it Veronica?”

Trish chuckled and held up a hand. “Slow down.”

Daisy’s face reddened even more, and she looked down at the ground. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay,” Trish said, resting her hand on the younger girl’s leg. “No, it wasn’t Veronica.”

“Oh, okay.” Daisy sounded a bit disappointed. “Do you think it will happen… to me?”

“I’m pretty sure the thing about the camp name is only a story. If you want it to happen, you’re gonna have to make it happen,” Trish replied as she caressed Daisy’s thigh.

“But how?”

“Ask someone you know well, and that you think might be interested. Say, a close friend. Or, if you already know a girl who’s into girls…” Trish paused, hoping Daisy would take the bait.

“I only have one close friend, and I don’t think she’d be into it.” Daisy sat quietly for a moment, chewing on her bottom lip as she thought. A revelation must have hit her, because she suddenly sat up straight and looked at Trish with wide eyes. “You’ve had your pussy licked, so you must be into girls, right? And I know you. Well, sort of.”

Daisy spoke excitedly and Trish had to laugh. “Yeah, I guess so,” Trish said, moving a bit closer, her hand climbing higher up Daisy’s leg.

“Have you ever kissed anyone, Daisy? A real kiss. Not like a kiss you would give your grandma.”

Daisy shook her head. Her eyes locked on Trish’s mouth.

“Oh,” Trish said, “I’ll have to do something about that, then.” Trish closed the distance and gently pressed her lips to Daisy’s. The girl sucked in a breath but didn’t pull away. Trish placed a hand on the back of Daisy’s neck and kissed a bit harder, pushing her tongue across the younger girl’s lips. Daisy breathed a soft moan and hesitantly parted her lips. Trish moved in, slowly, not wanting to frighten her. Slipping her tongue inside, she soon found Daisy’s. She decided to let her inexperienced partner take the lead, let her explore what must be a new experience for her.

Daisy pulled back after a minute or so, panting and flushed. “Wow,” she said.

“Yeah? You like that?”

Daisy nodded. “Yeah.” She held a hand to her chest as she tried to calm herself. She looked down at Trish’s hand, perched precariously close to the apex of her thighs. Her eyes widened as if she was just now realizing the hand was there.

“I’m sorry. I got a little carried away,” Trish said, withdrawing her hand.

“It’s okay, but I don’t know if I’m ready for that yet. I mean, I want to, but… not yet. Am I making any sense?”

“I get it. No need to rush into anything. Let me know when you’re ready. That is, if you want me to be the one who, well, you know.” Trish gave her a wink and a smile.

Daisy blushed a bit and giggled. “Can we still hang out, though? Maybe kiss some more?”

“For sure.”

***

“So, what was that all about?” Monica asked as Trish stepped into cabin 7.

The three of them, Monica, Gabby, and Kat, were sitting on the bunks looking rather sexy in their swimsuits. They were all looking at her with eager anticipation, though, as if she had some earth-shattering news to share.

“What was what all about?” She froze in place and looked from one girl to the next.

“You know what. Where did you and Daisy sneak off to?” Gabby asked.

“Yeah, she’s cute. Did you get some?” Kat snorted.

Trish wasn’t completely sure what get some meant, but she had an idea. She put her hands on her hips and glared at them. “It wasn’t like that. She just had some questions, that’s all.”

“Questions about what?” Monica asked.

Trish hesitated. “Well, about the camp nickname.”

“The nickname?” Gabby asked. “Camp Lick-a-Clit?”

“Yeah, she wanted to know if it was true.”

“I see… and did you offer to make it come true for her?” Kat asked, smirking.

“Kinda,” Trish said, feeling the blush climb her cheeks.

“Kinda?” The trio said in unison.

Trish sat on the edge of one of the bunks. She drew a deep breath, then launched into an explanation of everything that had happened with Daisy today, from her initial curiosity during volleyball to the kisses they had just shared—though it was a little embarrassing admitting the latter.

“Wow!” Monica and Gabby said at the same time when Trish was done.

“So, are you going to, if she asks?” Kat asked.

Trish shrugged. “I guess so. I mean, she is really cute.”

“Yeah, she’s going to for sure,” Gabby said and they all laughed.

“We better get going. Swimming starts soon,” Monica said.

Trish still needed to change, and Monica hung back to wait for her as Gabby and Kat headed out the door.

“I’m impressed,” Monica said once they were alone. “A few months ago, you didn’t know the first thing about sex, and now you’re seducing girls.”

Trish knew Monica was teasing her, but she felt a bit guilty. “Is that okay? It doesn’t bother you, does it?”

“No, why would it?”

Trish shrugged as she stood naked in front of Monica, her swimsuit in her hand. “I’m not sure. I just don’t want to hurt you or anything, I guess. I mean…”

“It’s okay, Trish. I love you, too.” She pulled Trish into a hug and kissed her, brief but passionate. “I’ll see you in the water.”

Trish let out a sigh and smiled to herself after Monica had left. She didn’t know exactly what she was feeling for her stepsister, but she was now sure that Monica felt the same.

On to Chapter 8!