Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

Edited by Jacqueline Jillinghoff — an amazing job.

by Kinkys_sis

For a few weeks now I’d been noticing this girl. Okay, so I notice lots of girls, but this one had something that got me looking a bit more often.

Really, she was too young for me, because, I guessed—she was only ten or eleven. So why was I drawn to her? It wasn’t as if she was beautiful, although she was certainly pretty. Maybe it was that lovely black hair or those eyes? Yes, I loved her eyes. Then again, it could just be that she was Asian and I was discovering that I was getting a thing about non-white girls.

Of course, her shyness showed a mile away. She had friends, but they mostly seemed the quieter girls, nothing like the noisy bunch I hung out with.

Even Tess noticed. “Hey, Bee,” she said, “you perving on some little girl? I didn’t think you liked them that young?”

“Well, she’s kinda cute. Got any idea what her name is?”

“Course not. Why would I?”

After a few more days, I saw that she walked home after school unless it was pouring with rain. Then she took the bus. It was the same bus I would have taken if I could, but I hardly ever take the bus. I can’t afford it.

Then, guess what? The heavens opened on Thursday. I saw her standing waiting for the bus under a small umbrella. I watched the swish of her skirt as she climbed on, and I thought, God I hope she goes upstairs. It was my lucky day, She did, and I was right behind her.

I just got a brief glimpse of her panties before her hand came around and held her skirt close to her legs. Fuck!

I followed her towards the front. She seemed surprised when I sat down next to her. There were plenty of empty seats on the bus.

“You don’t mind if I sit with you?” I said. “I’ve seen you at school, so I thought I might keep you company.”

She looked confused and nervous, kinda at a loss for words. She just shook her head.

“My name’s Bee,” I said. What’s yours?”

For a second, I thought she was going to cry, but then she said, “I know who you are. Everyone does, because you’re the school hero.” She trailed off, sorta like she thought she’d said too much.

“You still didn’t tell me your name, though,” I said.

She mumbled something which I didn’t catch, then took a deep breath and repeated it so I could hear this time. “Evelyn, that’s my name.”

“Hey, that’s a nice name. I like that.”

Now she looked at me for the first time. “You do?” She paused to consider. “It’s odd though. Why are you bothering with me? I’m nobody and way below you in school.”

I didn’t want to frighten her, but clumsy me, I put my foot straight in it. “Coz I think you’re kinda cute, that’s why.”

I’ve heard that you can’t tell when Asians blush, but Evelyn was clearly blushing. Now she did look really nervous.

“Hey, it’s okay. I’m only joking,” I told her.

I chatted on about any old nonsense. She hardly ever spoke but I could tell she was interested in most of what I said.

She interrupted me mid-sentence. “I have to get off at the next stop,” she said. Then she blurted out in a rush, “Thank you for talking to me. That was nice.” Then she hurried away. I saw her glance up as she walked away from the bus, so I gave her a wave. She sorta fluttered a hand in reply.

My own stop was only one after hers, so we lived pretty close to each other. I’d enjoyed talking to her, although she was painfully shy. I’d have to work on that.

***

I saw Evelyn across the playground. I knew she was pretending she wasn’t looking. I gave her a little wave, nothing too obvious, but I saw her smile before she turned to answer something one of her friends had said.

Later, I passed her in the hallway. “See you at four, if you like?” I said as I went by. I was rewarded with another little smile.

Yesterday, it had poured rain, but today couldn’t have been nicer, warm and sunny. It was a beautiful day.

She was waiting by the gate when I got there.

“Hey Evelyn,” I said. “You good?”

Another quick smile. “Yes, thank you, Bee. I was surprised when you asked to see me again, I really didn’t expect that.”

“You didn’t mind, did you?”

“Oh no, I’m glad that you did.”

“Shall we walk through the reserve? Do you know that way?”

“No, I didn’t know there was a way home through there, but I’d love to.”

The reserve was one of my favourite places, I often went running there and I knew nearly every nook and cranny. There were some heavily wooded places. Other parts were open and grassy. The whole reserve was crisscrossed with a network of footpaths.

I was delighted to see how enthralled Evelyn was. Even her shyness seemed to melt away. But then I saw she was getting agitated. She was clutching her bag tighter. Was it something I said?

“Are you okay?” I asked.

“I… I have to go,” she stammered out.

“Go? Go where?”

“No, not go somewhere, I mean that I have to… you know, go.”

I suddenly realised what she meant. “Oh, is that all? You want a pee.”

She stopped walking and pressed a hand at the front of her skirt. I could see that she was on the verge of tears. “Evelyn, it’s not a problem,” I said. “Look, just go behind that bush over there. There’s no one about, and I’ll keep an eye out for you.”

For a moment, she looked horrified, but then she scuttled off. Why do girls always face away from you when they pee? Don’t they realise it’s actually sexier to see from behind? Anyway, I could see her through the bottom of the bush. I saw her frantically drag her little white panties down and then do a squat.

My eyes were glued on the most lovely little ass. I could even see her little hole winking at me. Then she peed. OMG, she must have been desperate. It gushed out with a massive force. It seemed to go on forever.

I saw her hesitate when she’d finished. Of course, there wasn’t any paper. I walked around the bush and passed her a hanky. “Here, use this.”

She took it from my hand but waited. “Oh, okay, sorry,” I said. Then I turned away.

She came back alongside me, holding the hanky. “What shall I do with this? It’s a bit wet, I’m sorry.” I took it from her. “Careful, it’s got my… pee on it.”

“I know and it’s still warm, thank you.” Instantly, I realised that I shouldn’t have said that. It would only shock her.

But she just gave me a puzzled look, then shrugged.

We carried on along the path until we got to the river. “I often sit here,” I said, pointing up to the parapet. “Shall we sit for a bit?”

“But I can’t get up there,” Evelyn said.

“Not a problem,” I said. I grabbed her by her hips and lifted her up and plonked her down. I hadn’t planned for it to happen, but naturally, it put her knees up level with my eyes. I could see her panties.

She saw me looking. A hand dived to press her skirt, so I couldn’t see anymore. I heaved myself up and sat next to her.

She was looking about. “I’m glad you brought me this way. It’s really lovely,” she said. She turned and looked at me, “Are we friends? Not at school, I know that would be awkward for you, but I mean like now.”

“Oh, I hope so. I like being with you.”

She frowned. “But I don’t really understand why you’d want to be with me. I’m only a little kid.”

I took hold of her hand. “Don’t put yourself down, I like you and I enjoy being with you. Isn’t that answer enough?”

She glanced down at our hands. I was loving the feel of her slim fingers, and she didn’t pull away. Instead, she simply said, “I’m pleased you do.” Then she squeezed my fingers. “You’re nice. They said you were.”

“Oh I see, you’ve been talking about me.”

She looked embarrassed, but then she saw I was grinning. “Only a little. I wanted to know more about you, that’s all.”

“And what have you learned? All good, I hope?”

She was thinking how to answer me, I saw it was making her nervous again. “I s’pose.” she finally said.

“Hey, what’s that supposed to mean? Somebody said something bad?”

“You know when you called me ‘cute’ — well, it’s sort of what they said. They said you liked girls.”

She was still holding my hand. “And yet you still came to meet me,” I said. “So it didn’t worry you, what they said?”

“Yes, it did worry me, but I still wanted to see you. I don’t really know why except I knew I liked you.” She hesitated for a moment, but then; “I know you were watching me pee but I had to go so badly I couldn’t stop you. And I know you like looking up my skirt.” She actually looked straight at me for a change.

“Even after all that, you’re still holding my hand.” I said.

“Yes I am. It feels nice.”

“So I guess I haven’t frightened you?” I asked.

“No, I’m not frightened, but I am nervous.”

I was surprised by how this was going. “So if I put my arm around your shoulder you wouldn’t freak out?”

“N… no, I wouldn’t.”

So I did just that, and then pulled her a little closer. Her head rested against me, and suddenly, everything felt wonderful.

We just sat there. I was content to be holding her — well, for now anyway. Then I realised, she ought to be getting home before her parents got worried. Reluctantly, I took my arm away and dropped back to the ground. I turned around and reached up for her, and she almost fell down into my arms. I fought my natural urge. It seemed like it might be easy, but I wanted to take my time. Even so, I leaned in and gave her just a quick peck on the lips.

Once again, I took hold of her hand. “Come on,” I said. Let’s get you home.”

A bit later she pointed to a house. “That’s where I live.”

“Evelyn, are you free tomorrow? Can you… would you like to come ‘round mine?”

A lovely smile lit up her face. “Oh Bee, I’d love to.” Then she really surprised me by reaching up and just brushing her lips on mine.

I got my wits back together. “Okay, so if I call for you at eleven, would that be okay?”

“Oh yes, that would be lovely.” Then she was gone, almost skipping up to her front door.

I walked the rest of the way home thinking about how she had almost kissed me. Shit, I felt good, and I could feel my knickers squelching, they were so wet. What had I let this girl do to me?

That night, I fucked my pussy hard. Pictures flickered through my mind the whole time — her little ass as she peed, her white panties, and the brief touch of her lips. I came harder than I had for ages.

***

I rang the doorbell, and there she was. Shit, she looked gorgeous, in a short, colourful button-up dress. Her smile melted my heart. Fuck, I was losing myself to this girl.

“Are you just going to stare at me, or should we go?”

I shook myself hard. “It’s just that you look so lovely in that dress,” I said. Sorry. Yes, let’s go.” She looked pleased with my comment. She reached for my hand, then fell into step beside me.

It didn’t take very long to get to my house. “It looks nice,” she said as we walked through the front garden.

She followed me inside. “Can I get you anything, a drink or something?” I said.

“No thank you, Bee, not just yet.” She was busy looking around. I stood behind her and rested my hands on her shoulders. She leaned back against me. “Are you going to kiss me now? I can tell it’s what you want, but I’ve never been kissed, Bee, and I’m a bit scared.”

I turned her around and lifted her face with a finger under her chin. “There’s no need to be scared. I would never do anything to upset you. Would you mind if I kissed you?”

She shook her head. but my lips were already on the way to hers. I drew her body close with one hand behind her back, the other still holding her chin. Then our lips met. Oh my God. I’ve kissed a load of girls and even a few older ladies, but I’d never felt like this. It wasn’t so much the kiss. She wasn’t kissing me back. It was just such a thrill having her in my arms.

I pulled away and looked into her eyes. “There. That wasn’t so bad, was it?”

She looked down for a moment, clearly flustered, but then her eyes came back to mine. “It was… well, nice, but I told you I was hopeless. I’m sorry.”

Now I grinned. “Evelyn, it was lovely. You’re not hopeless at all. You just need to relax and try to actually kiss me. Shall we do it again?”

This time, her lips began to move. I had both of my arms around her, then I felt hers come around my waist, her little hands gripping me tightly. I kept firm control of myself and just enjoyed the kiss without putting too much passion into it.

I broke the kiss but only pulled back a tiny bit. Our nose-tips were still touching. “You okay?”

She smiled and nodded, then said, “Yes, I am. Was that better?”

“Oh, my lovely girl, that was wonderful. Thank you so much.”

“I can’t believe you’re thanking me, and I still don’t understand what you see in me.”

“Would you believe it’s nearly three weeks since I first noticed you? I knew straight away I wanted to know you, but I never dreamed that you’d be here in my arms. And now you are and I’m so happy.”

She often frowned, and she did again now. “Really? I didn’t think I’d ever let a girl kiss me, but I wanted you to. I don’t know why. It did frighten me when the others told me about you, but something still made me want to see you.”

“Well, I’m glad you did. Would you like to see my room, or maybe you’d prefer the garden?”

“I want to see your room, and I’m going to guess you want me to go up the stairs in front.”

I laughed. “Now, why would I do that?”

She grinned. “So you can see my panties again and look at my… my bum. It’s what you like.”

“And why do I get the impression that you don’t mind?”

“Well, I don’t really know why you want to do that, but I think it’s naughty and it’s fun but mostly, if it makes you happy, then I guess I am as well.”

“What, you want to make me happy?”

“More than you know, Bee, because you’ve already made me so happy.”

Then I got the best surprise so far. She actually lifted the back of her dress as she went up the stairs. This was getting interesting much quicker than I expected. I knew my knickers were getting wet and not just from looking at her bum. What she had said suggested so much more.

She stood looking around my room, mostly studying my posters. “I’ve never seen any of these singers. Who are they?”

“They were from my dad’s collection. They’re all fifties rock-and-roll singers. I don’t think you’d have ever heard of them, but it’s what I like.”

She walked over to my bed and put her hand on the pillow, “And this is where you sleep.” She bent down and smelled my pillow, “I can smell you. It’s lovely, Bee. Can I lie down?”

“Of course you can, make yourself at home.”

I watched her as she lay. Now she had become so beautiful to me. “Can I kiss you again please, Evelyn?”

“I don’t think you need to ask me anymore.”

I climbed onto the bed alongside her and pulled her into my arms, until, slowly, our lips came together. Her arms went around my neck. Now she really kissed me.

The kiss went on and on. My fingers caressed her ear and then her neck. I felt her shiver before she kissed me harder. This girl was learning fast.

She didn’t offer any protest when I began to unfasten the top buttons of her dress. I felt the bare flesh of her chest. I hadn’t intended to push things so quickly but she seemed happy to let me do as I wanted.

She didn’t break our kiss but her eyes flew open when my hand covered her nipple. Obviously, there were no breasts, just two tiny bumps, but her nipple instantly reacted to my touch. I felt it growing and stiffening.

Still, she stared into my eyes, her own fingers gripping my neck harder. I heard the little moan in her throat before her eyes closed again. Her kiss became more insistent, and I let my tongue tease her lips. She didn’t know what I wanted, but I continued to press, and she slowly opened her lips and let me push my tongue into her mouth. I was amazed at how tight she held me.

I began to unfasten more of her buttons, and still, there was no reaction other than that her tongue now mingled with mine. Without any conscious thought, my knee had pressed down, opening her legs until my thigh was over her pussy.

The front of my knickers was soaking wet, I could feel the squidgyness as I slid my pussy along her leg. My arousal took control and I began to rub faster. I pressed my other leg into her, and her eyes flew open again at the contact. I broke the kiss and watched her expression as I felt her hips begin to move.

Emotions showed on her face, maybe shock or wonder at what she was feeling. Her hips had gone still. I barely heard her whisper, “Are we having sex, Bee?”

“Yes, my love, we are but I’ll stop if you want.”

“Oh no, don’t stop.” Then she frowned again, “Bee, you said, ‘my love’?”

“Yes, I did and I meant it.”

She kept on looking at me but her hips started to move again, she was now rubbing herself on me, “Then you can sex me.” I almost giggled at her girlie expression but then I thought it was lovely.

“What are you feeling — anything good, Evie?”

“I don’t know what it is, but it’s so good, all sort of tingly and exciting in my pee purse.”

I’d never heard it called that before, but I thought it was adorable. “Can I make your pee purse feel even better? Do you trust me?”

“Of course I do. I love you, so why wouldn’t I?”

I moved myself down her body but I kept my eyes on hers, she lifted her head to watch me but she was smiling. Then my lips wrapped around a nipple. “Ooh Bee, that feels nice.”

At first, I sucked softly, marvelling that the nipple was harder and bigger than I expected. Her moans told me that it was a sensitive part of her body and that she loved what I was doing.

I lifted my head. “I love you so much, and I want to make you so happy.”

I pulled her dress down, exposing her arms. I tickled her belly button with my tongue. Still, I watched the wonderful expressions on her face. When I got the dress bunched down around her hips, she lifted her bum off the bed so I could get it all the way off. I hooked my fingers into the elastic of her panties as I went and pulled them off, too.

Then I knelt over her and looked, holding her clothes in my lap. She was more beautiful than I dreamed when I was peeking up her skirt or spying on her when she peed. That all felt like pathetic baby games now that she was lying naked. She looked so smooth and slender and gold-coloured all over.

The hungry way I was looking at her made her nervous again. She put a hand over her pussy, suddenly shy.

“No, love,” I said. I moved her arm away.

I tossed her clothes to the floor and got down between her legs. My face was an inch from her beautiful hairless mound. Her eyes opened wider. “Bee, what…” but she trailed off when my tongue licked her slit, those lovely tight lips.

A long hard lick, and then I dipped my tongue, pushing into her, between her little lips. I heard her strangled voice: “Oh my God, that’s so good.”

She suddenly screamed out, “Bee!” when my tongue found her little clit. Her hips surged up to meet me as I sucked her. She gave an “ooh” as I flicked it with my tongue.

I was very careful with my fingers when I gently pushed inside her. My mind was in a whirl. How I wanted this girl! But, somehow, I stayed in control.

So gently, I fucked her pussy and sucked her clit, I felt her body responding as she lifted to meet me.

I kept up a steady rhythm. Somehow, I knew she didn’t know what was happening to her and I so wanted to make it special, something she would always remember in a good way.

Her back was arching and I felt her vagina clamping on my fingers, and again, she called my name. I knew my baby was about to come. She hadn’t told me, so I didn’t know if she’d ever come before.

Her body went mad, writhing, bucking, banging into my sucking lips until she stopped moving, coiled like a spring waiting for release. I sucked and tongued her clit while my fingers caressed her inside her pussy. Then the shaking began. My baby was coming. Her mound banged me so hard it bruised my lip. But I didn’t care… I was too happy.

Then the splash hit me. This was something new to me. I’d never known it before. I lowered my mouth, taking her in, tasting the wonders of my love.

She dropped to the bed and I followed, my head lying between her legs. Never had I felt so worn out just trying to please someone. The wonderful smell from her sex filled my senses. Then I worried, had I pleased her or had I frightened her? Oh God, I hoped I hadn’t.

I lay and watched her as she panted for breath. Then her eyes opened and she looked at me. “What was that, Bee? I never felt anything like that before.”

“But did you like it, my sweet, or are you cross with me?”

She stared at me, then she spoke, “Bee, I never swore in my life. Can I now? I so fucking loved every second of it. I didn’t know such wonderful feelings existed. What you just did to me… it was so fucking wonderful.”

I felt the tear trickle down my cheek. Her hand reached to stop it.

“Bee, what’s wrong?”

“Oh, my love, absolutely nothing.”

We cuddled for an age. There was no need to speak. Our love was enough.

Finally, she whispered, “Bee, am I your girlfriend? Do you want me to be your girlfriend?”

I sat up, resting on an elbow and looked down at my little dream, “Evelyn, I love you so much, if you want to be my girlfriend. You’d make me so happy and I don’t just mean here. I mean at school too, I don’t care who knows.”

“You really mean that, don’t you?”

“More than you can possibly imagine, my darling Evelyn.”

On to Part Two!