Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

Author’s Note: I’m so excited about my first story on Juicy Secrets! I’ve set the start of this story in 2008 to give me the option to continue to the present date (If anyone wants to read it that is!). I’ve located the story in England, in entirely fictitious, semi-rural surroundings. Any similarity to real places is coincidental. As we progress and more characters are introduced I’ll write a handy who’s who guide. Like many authors, I thrive on your feedback so please feel free to comment and let me know what you think of my work! I hope you have as much fun reading “Sweet Poppy,” as I did writing it.

I’d like to add a special thank you to JetBoy. I’m not sure if the readers know this, but he puts in a tremendous amount of work for literally every story that gets published here. Ever wonder why there are no typos? That’s him, crossing every t and dotting every I. He gives feedback and the benefit of his considerable knowledge and helps immensely on the editing and publishing process. “Sweet Poppy” would not be the story it has become without his help, for which I’m grateful beyond measure, Thank you JetBoy, and please keep up the hard work, it is VERY much appreciated.

Joe.

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by Joe Dornish

England, Surrey, Sept 2008.

I could hear heavy footsteps coming down the landing, then a creaking noise as the door opened. I shut my eyes and hoped I wouldn’t be discovered in my hiding place under Mummy’s bed. The monster growled, making the butterflies in my tummy dance around like crazy. I tried hard not to giggle, I even put a hand over my mouth, but a few little titters still escaped.

Then I heard a low, threatening growl, and the wardrobe door opening.

“She’s not in here, hmmm… now where can she be?” the monster said in a menacing tone.

An instant later, the monster grabbed my ankles and pulled me out from under the bed. I screamed and tried to wriggle free.

“There she is!” growled the monster when my face came into view.

“NO! Let me go, you horrible monster!” I protested, but it was no good, the monster was too strong.

“I’m going to eat you for my dinner.”

“No!” I yelled, laughing uncontrollably.

We rolled around on the floor in fits of hysterics while Mum pretended to make a meal of me. She was gently biting and nibbling me, making ‘nom-nom’ noises.

“Ah, a nice juicy leg,” she said, then started to ‘eat’ my thigh and tickle my tummy at the same time. I nearly wet myself with laughter, tears streaming down my face. I managed to wrestle free from her grip and was on my feet in a flash, but as I tried to run she caught my leg and I fell down in a heap next to her. Mum was lying on her side and I managed to fight my way on top of her, then I sat on her thigh, bouncing up and down.

“I win, I win!” I declared triumphantly.

As I sat astride my mum, there was a funny feeling inside me, down between my legs. I was still bouncing around and kind of moving back and forth on my mother’s thigh, and the more I did it the stronger this odd feeling became. It felt good, but I was a little worried. Is this normal? Am I getting sick? When I’m sick it doesn’t feel nice like this did, so I didn’t think that was it.

I was trying to work out what was going on when Mum said, “Okay sweetie, I think that’s enough for today.”

“Oh, please, Mummy, just one more minute? Please?”

Mum gazed at me with interest. “Does it feel nice, when you move like that?”

“Um… yeah, a bit.”

She thought about this for a few seconds. “Okay, one more minute, then you have to do your homework.”

“YES!”

I tried just bouncing again; that was fun but it didn’t make me feel whatever it was I felt before. Then I sort of rode her leg like a horse… wow, okay, that felt good. I had no idea what was causing this, all I knew was that I wanted more of this delicious tingly feeling. After what was probably much longer than the promised one minute, I had to stop and go do my homework.

I sat at the kitchen table, staring out of the window while Mum got our dinner ready. I was thinking about the funny feeling I had playing the monster game when she said, “Poppy, you’ve not written anything yet, and dinner will be ready soon.”

It was just the two of us that night. My little sister had been invited to a sleepover birthday party and wouldn’t be home until the next afternoon. For my homework, I had to write a story about my family.

I decided to start by saying who was actually in my family. That way, at least, I’d have something on the page.

In my family is me, Poppy, I am 10 years old. My sister Lilly, she is 7 years old, and my Mummy, Heather, she is…

“Mum, how old are you?”

“I’m twenty-nine. Just so you know, though, it isn’t usually thought of as polite to ask a lady her age.”

I took that in, then continued to write. …Heather, she is 29 years old. We have a cat called Pixie who is…

“Mum.”

“Yes, sweetie.”

“How old is Pixie?”

“She’s six.”

“Thanks.”

…Pixie, who is 6. People say we all look alike, with the same dark brown hair, pale skin, and what people call pronounced cheekbones, although Mum and Lilly have brown eyes and I have blue eyes. We live in a house in Westerfield, in Surrey, England. We used to live in a flat in Chelsea, which is in London and then 2 months ago we moved into our new house. Me and Lilly love the…

“Lilly and I,” said Mum, looking over my shoulder

“Sorry?”

“It’s Lilly and I, not me and Lilly.”

“Thanks,” I said, rubbing it out, then rewriting it.

Lilly and I love the big garden and all the fields near our house.

Now I was a bit stuck. This wasn’t sounding much like a real story. I considered writing about school, but thought better of it. I was in year seven, just starting senior school. Mum said it would be a culture shock, but I didn’t get what that meant, so I just smiled at her and said ‘I know’.

After a few days, I understood I’d gone from being the oldest in my junior school and top of the tree to the youngest in senior school and very much the bottom of the heap. I felt like a small fish in a very big pond.

Being a little shy didn’t help. Worse, I was also a lot younger than everyone else. Early on, when I was at nursery, Mum got me moved up to the year ahead because I was ‘special’, as she put it. This was fine all through primary school, I breezed through the work and got good grades. But when it came to senior school we had a problem. You have to be eleven when school starts in September, and my eleventh birthday isn’t until November.

We moved house to be in the catchment area of a very good private girls school. Mum said she knew someone at the school and was able to get me in right away, meaning I wouldn’t have to repeat the last year of primary school. The other big bonus was that we now had a house with a garden, and Lilly and I each got our own bedroom. Plus there were miles of countryside near us to explore.

In the three weeks since I started school, all those in my year had already moved into groups of friends, mostly kids who knew each other from the local primary school. Being new to the area, I didn’t know anyone, and struggled to make friends with the girls who were all older than me. There’s a girl in my class, Justine Williams, who is already twelve and wearing a C-cup. There was one person I spoke to who I thought could be my friend, her name was Mia. She was very pretty, a little shorter than me with dark hair and lovely grey eyes. We started sitting together at lunchtime and walked part of the way home together after school.

I decided not to talk about school and concentrated my story on moving house.

One day, Mummy woke me and Lilly up and said that we were going to be moving house, and that it would be an adventure!

That’s as far as I got when Mum said dinner was ready. After we’d eaten I had a bath, then watched TV with Mum. As it was a Friday night I was allowed to stay up until 10 o’clock, an hour later than usual. When bedtime came I got changed into a nightie, then Mum tucked me in and kissed me goodnight, turning the night light off as she left. I’ve always slept without a nightlight, the dark never bothered me, but Lilly still leaves the light on in her room when she goes to bed.

As I drifted off to sleep, I decided that I would ask Mum to play Monsters again the next day.

The next day, despite being ‘super busy’ as Mum put it, we managed to squeeze in one quick game of Monsters before we had to go and pick up Lilly from her sleepover. Try as I might though, I couldn’t get that good feeling back. I played it with Lilly when she got home, but again there was no warm fuzzy feeling, not like I had that one time with Mum.

Over the next few weeks I played Monsters with Mum or Lilly every chance I got, to the point where they both got bored of the game. One Saturday afternoon near the end of September, after Lilly had refused to play, I asked Mum to instead.

“Where’s your sister?” she replied. “Why can’t she play with you?”

“She’s having a tea party with her teddies. Please Mummy, please can we play Monsters?”

Mum didn’t say anything for a while, I thought she was going to say yes, then she smiled at me and said,“My baby is growing up fast. I think perhaps we should have a chat. Come and sit down, sweetie.”

We sat on the sofa together and she held my hand. “I’m guessing you want to play monsters because of that time it felt good, when you, er, bounced on my leg?”

I could feel the blood rushing to my cheeks, “Um…”

“It’s okay, you’ve not done anything wrong. You’re just growing up and discovering things.”

“What things?”

“Things like…” she paused, thought for a few seconds then said, “Maybe we should start at the beginning. Tell me, Poppy, what do you know about sex?”

I was confused about what this had to do with playing Monsters, but I answered with what little I knew.

“We did it in school. A man puts his… thing inside a woman, then they have a baby.”

“You covered this in school already?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Did they say anything about masturbation?”

I had no idea what that was, so I shook my head.

“When a man and a lady have sex, it’s not just to make a baby, you know… people also do it because it feels good. That can be a man and a woman, a man and another man, or two ladies.”

“That’s being a lesbian, right?” Mum had told me a while ago that when two ladies fall in love that’s being a lesbian, or something like that. I couldn’t remember exactly.

“That’s right, sweetie… a lady who is only sexually attracted to other ladies is called a lesbian.”

“What’s this got to do with playing Monsters?”

“Good question. I suppose I have been beating around the bush. Pardon the pun.” She giggled.

“Huh?”

“Never mind. What I was trying to say is that you can give yourself the same nice feeling you get when you have sex.”

“Really? I can have sex with myself?” This was big news, sex is proper grown-up stuff.

“Sort of. When you do it by yourself it’s called masturbation.”

I considered this for a moment. Questions were flying around my head, but for reasons that escape me the one I blurted out was, “Do you do it?”

“Yes, sweetie. Most people do.”

Mum waited patiently while I processed this new information. I was still rather puzzled, though.“Um, how do you do it?”

“I use my hand.”

“Your hand?”

“Uh-huh.”

“How do you use your hand?”

“That’s just one way of doing it. There are others.” She thought for a moment, then stood up. “I’ve got an idea, come with me.”

I followed her upstairs. Along the way, we peered into Lilly’s room, where my little sister was serving tea to two teddy bears, a fluffy pink rabbit and a small plastic hippo. Then we went into Mum’s room.

She opened the wardrobe and started searching for something. “Where’s it gone? I know it’s here somewhere… ah. There it is.”

She pulled out a sort of cushion. It was about the same length as my arm, round and long like a sausage and bright shiny pink. It wasn’t as soft as a normal cushion, though.

“When I was pregnant with you and your sister I had an achy back. This is a special cushion that I used when I sat down, it helped to ease the pain. When we were playing Monsters, do you remember what you were doing to give yourself that nice feeling?”

“I was bouncing on your leg.”

“I think it was more the rubbing than the bouncing that did it. Anyhow, you can use this cushion the same way you used my leg.”

“Did you ever use it like that?” For some reason, the thought of Mummy rubbing herself against the cushion really excited me.

“Yes, I did. Sometimes I would hump the… um, use the…”

“Wait. Mum — what does hump mean?”

Mum looked at me for a bit, then said, “Oh. well, in for a penny, in for a pound.”

“Huh?”

“If we’re going to have this conversation then we may as well do it properly. The word ‘hump’. That’s what you were doing when we played Monsters, you were humping my leg.”

“Humping. Um, okay,” I said, smiling.

“Sweetie, that’s a bit of a rude word, though. It’s fine to say it when you’re alone with me, but otherwise best not to, okay?”

“Okay… but I still don’t understand, how do you use your hand?”

“There are a few ways you can do it, but my favorite is to lie back and rub my clitoris.”

“Your what?”

“My clitoris, or clit for short.”

“Do I have a clitoris?”

“Of course, all women have one.”

“Where is it?”

She got up and locked the bedroom door, then said, “It’ll be easier if I show you. Take your leggings and knickers off.”

I peeled off my black leggings, then my pink and blue knickers, leaving me wearing only my T-shirt. I’d seen my mum naked a few times when she was getting dressed and stuff, but this felt different, more like a naughty secret. I watched as she slipped off her jeans and her white thong, then got on the bed.

“Here, sit opposite me, like this.”

We both sat up with our legs apart, knees raised slightly. I was staring between Mum’s legs, thinking about how her kitty was different from mine. It looked similar in some ways, but I could see her inner lips poking out a little and she had a small thin patch of dark brown pubic hair. Later she told me that was her ‘landing strip’. I thought it was beautiful.

I blushed when she saw me gawping at her. “S-sorry, Mum,” I quickly said.

“It’s okay to look, sweetie,” Mum replied, staring between my legs.

“So, um… where’s my clit then?”

“At the top, here…”

She parted her labia with her fingers and pointed to where her clit was hidden under what she called a ‘hood’ at the top of her bright pink inner lips — the labia minora, she explained.

I spread my legs a little wider and copied Mum, using the fingers on one hand to pull my lips apart, which is something I’ve never done before. Well, maybe under the covers at night I’d explore down there, but never anything like this.

“Is this it?” I asked.

Mom was staring. “My God, you’re beautiful.”

“Thanks. Is this it, then?”

Mum had a funny look on her face, “Yes, that’s it. Erm… try rubbing it like this…”

She started working her two middle fingers in a circular motion just below her landing strip, then closed her eyes, moaning softly. I did the same and rubbed my fingers like Mummy was doing… Omigod. It was like the feeling I had when playing Monsters, but lots more intense. We both sat there rubbing for maybe half a minute, then Mum snapped her legs shut.

She sat up, her face flushed. I was still rubbing, the feeling was getting bigger and my fingers were wet. Mum said, “Okay, I think you’ve got the hang of this now.”

“Is this mastibation then?”

“MasTURbation. Yes, you are masturbating. We’d better stop there, darling.”

“Why?”

“Because, well, erm… Poppy, do you know what an orgasm is?”

“Yeah, we did it in science.”

“Really?” Mum looked shocked.

“Uh-huh, orgasms are like little tiny creatures. You know, like insects, only smaller.”

“Bless you. No, not an organism, but an orgasm. They sort of sound alike, but they’re two very different things.”

Feeling quite embarrassed, I shook my head. “Um, then I guess I don’t know.”

“When you masturbate it starts to get better and better until you have an orgasm. It’s difficult to explain, but it feels incredible.”

“Can I have an orgasm?”

“I’m not sure. You may be a little young, but I think you might be able to.”

“Do you have orgasms?”

Mum laughed. “Yes, all the time. That’s why I masturbate, to give myself an orgasm. Although it feels better when someone else does it.”

I started rubbing myself again, then Mum said, “Poppy, why don’t you take the cushion to your room and do that in private.”

“Okay,” I said and hopped off the bed, eager to put my newfound knowledge to the test. Mum got up and followed me to the door. I turned and hugged her tightly. “I love you, Mummy.”

She kissed the top of my head and said, “I love you too, my darling.”

I walked across the landing to my room, but Mum stayed in her bedroom and locked the door, something she hardly ever does. Lilly’s door was open as I walked past. Her tea party was now some sort of safari by the look of it. She noticed me as I passed but said nothing about my being half-dressed or carrying an oddly-shaped cushion, Lily was too wrapped up in her game.

On my bedroom door is a sign that says Poppy’s room. It’s a little wooden thing with pretty pink lettering. I turned it over so it read NO ENTRY. GO AWAY!, shut the door, then lay on my bed thinking about what Mum had told me.

Lilly and I don’t have locks on our bedroom doors, so I put the chair against it instead. It doesn’t stop anyone coming in, but it would slow them down enough for me to dive under the covers or something. I took my top off and stood naked in front of the mirror. Mum always tells me not to be in a rush to grow up, but I still wish my boobs would hurry up and get bigger. I had tiny buds the size of strawberries that seemed to never grow. I had no pubic hair, save for a tiny patch of down that’s almost invisible. I have no hips to speak of, either, so all in all I felt like the child I was instead of the woman I wanted to be. Masturbating sort of changed that for me  though, it made me feel more grown-up.

With the room secured, I jumped naked onto the bed. At first, I sat up like Mum and I did. It felt nice but a bit awkward, so I laid flat. My fingers explored my almost hairless, smooth kitty (the word Mum uses for it). I wasn’t really trying to do anything at that point, just explore. I let the middle finger slip down between my lips towards the opening of my vagina and rubbed around there. I even slipped the tip of the finger inside, which felt really good.

For half an hour I rubbed and caressed and played with myself, mainly with my clit. It was wonderful and the feelings came rushing back the more I kept the rhythm going. My stomach was buzzing, I was sweaty and breathing hard. My kitty was wet, really wet, in fact my fingers were soaked. But I didn’t have one of those orgasms that Mummy talked about, at least I didn’t think so.

I decided to try ‘humping’ the cushion to see how that felt. Placing it on the bed, I knelt astride it. It was silky and soft but firm, and didn’t squish up as a normal cushion would. I closed my eyes and gently moved back and forth. I imagined it was Mummy’s leg, like that one time we played Monsters. Then I imagined doing it on Mummy’s leg, on her bed with both of us naked.

The thought of humping Mum’s leg sparked something inside me. I was moving faster and faster, and my hips seemed to have a mind of their own. Sweat was pouring down my face, my breathing getting heavier. The buzzing, tingling feeling spread from my kitty to my tummy, then up my spine and all over me until I exploded. That’s the best word I could think of to describe it, an explosion. Only it took place inside me. I think I may have called out but I’m not sure, my mind was very cloudy. I fell onto my side gripping the cushion tightly between my thighs, clinging on to what I still thought of as Mum’s leg.

One minute, one hour, I’ve no idea how long it lasted. My kitty was soaked, the cushion had a large wet patch on it, and I felt amazing. That was not only my first orgasm, but the first time I got to smell my own sex. The room was thick with the sweet aroma. I brought my hand to my face and breathed in the scent, then licked a finger. It felt so naughty to do that, but it tasted nice. I sucked each finger clean, then got under the covers and fell asleep right away.

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I got hungry later on, so I got dressed and went downstairs. Lilly was in the living room watching TV, Mum was sat at the kitchen table flicking through a magazine. The smell of cooking made my tummy growl. “Is dinner ready?” I asked.

“Not for about half an hour or so,” Mum replied, looking me up and down.

“What are we having?”

“Pasta bake. Your sister helped make it.” Mum had this odd sort of grin on her face.

“Why are you looking at me like that?”

Mum whispered, “So the cushion worked, then?”

“How did you know?”

“A mother knows these things,” she said, tapping her nose. “So how was it?”

I sat next to her. “I don’t know how to describe it… it was… it was… just wow. Like, really strong.”

“Did you come?”

“What do you mean?”

“Coming is another term for having an orgasm.”

I think I’d heard the term a few times before, but I never knew what it meant until right then. “Yeah, I came. The cushion got all wet.”

“My baby is growing up.” Mum stroked my cheek and kissed my forehead. “I’ll wash the cushion every couple of days for you.”

“Thanks. I think I fell asleep or passed out or something.”

“That can happen when it’s intense like that.”

“When it happened, the orgasm? I was thinking of you, pretending the cushion was your leg. Was that wrong?”

I have a habit of blurting out what’s on my mind, to my mum anyway, and I didn’t realise the gravity of what I’d said.

She sure did, though. Mum looked at me for a moment, then quietly said, “No, it’s not wrong, not at all… but let’s keep that our little secret. She paused, then asked, “Do you ever think about boys?”

“Eww. No!”

“It’s okay, you can tell me if you do.”

“No, I don’t like boys, not like that anyway. Justine Williams has a boyfriend, I saw them tongue kissing outside school one time.” I screwed my face up, which made her laugh.

“Do you prefer girls then?”

“Erm. I’ve honestly not thought about it, but yeah, I think I do.” Oh my God, did I really just say that?

Mum didn’t seem at all bothered, though. She just said, “Whether you like girls or boys or both, it’s all fine sweetheart.”

Right then and there, I decided to be totally truthful with my mother.  “No, no I’m sure of it, I don’t like boys that way. Just girls. I’m a… a… lesbian.”

I’ve no idea where this newfound insight came from, or indeed, where I got the courage to say it out loud. But I was sure of it, the words felt right as they passed my lips.

Mum hugged me, her eyes were welling up. “I’m so proud of you, baby,” she said in a shaky voice. Her reaction caught me completely off guard, and I started to cry.

“I love you, Mummy,” I said as the tears rolled down my cheeks.

Mum was crying too. “I love you so much, Poppy,” she whispered, then suddenly stood up and wiped her eyes, “Right. If my ten-year-old daughter can do it…” She smiled at me, then walked off into the living room. I just sat there completely confused, trying to work out what she meant.

Soon Mum came back into the kitchen, dragging a protesting Lilly behind her. “Sit down, Lilly,” she said. There’s something I need to tell you both.” Mum took a deep breath, then carried on. “You see, I’m… I’m gay.” She let the words hang, waiting for it to sink in.

“I know,” said Lilly rather matter-of-factly.

“No, you don’t,” I said, annoyed at her presumptive tone.

“Yes, I do,” she protested.

Mum stepped in before it turned into a row. “How did you know?” she asked, taking Lilly’s hand.

“Because you never have a boyfriend, and you think Holly Willoughby is the sexiest person on the telly.”

Mum burst out laughing,

“What?” Lilly said, frowning.

“Out of the mouths of babes,” Mum said, which confused us both.

“See. I did know.” said Lilly, poking her tongue out at me.

There was only one way I could think to get back at her, “I bet you never knew I was a lesbian as well… did you?”

That got her. “Really?”

“Uh-huh,” I said proudly.

Lilly looked at Mum who nodded, confirming that she already knew.

“Fine, I guess. How long for dinner?” asked Lilly. Mum and I both started laughing. Annoyed, Lilly stomped off back to the living room to finish watching her TV program.

That night, I masturbated again. This time I managed to give myself an orgasm with my fingers, lying on my back. I thought about Mummy again. The visions in my head switched between me humping her bare leg and watching her play with her kitty. I licked my fingers clean when I was done, then fell into a deep sleep.

On to Chapter Two!