Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

A brief summary of what has transpired thus far: Katherine is a shy. inexperienced teen girl who is starting over at a new school, after being mercilessly harassed by bullies at the last one. It’s her first time in the cafeteria, and the girl assigned to show Katherine around strongly suggests she avoid one table in particular where four very different girls sit. She calls them “lesbian delinquents,” and a “regular bad girls club,” before abandoning Katherine to her own devices. Desperately needing to take a seat before everyone starts to stare, Katherine somehow finds herself approaching the very table she was warned against. She spends her lunch break with these girls and enjoys it, despite feeling a bit uncertain about the whole sex-with-other-girls thing. 

And now, dear readers, we make our way into the next installment. Read on…

by Mystery Mouse

CHAPTER 2 – Self-Examination and Troublesome Anecdotes

Sex.

That was the problem.

Katherine wasn’t naïve. She knew what sex was. At least, the mechanics of it. She’d had “The Talk”’ with her mother when she was little, and she’d sat through the period assembly with the other girls in her old school, listening to dry-as-dust lectures about “The Glory of Womanhood,” or some such tat. She knew why bits of her went in and other bits bulged out.

But the idea of people actually doing it, actually taking off their clothes and getting intimate with each other, just seemed unreal.

It was like the dinosaurs. Katherine knew they’d roamed the earth millions of years ago, but the idea of, say, a brachiosaurus munching on the fern growing outside her bedroom window was inconceivable.

Sex was a completely unknown world to her.

But tonight she was determined to take her first step into that world and see what it was all about.

“Okay,” she sighed softly.

Katherine and her mother lived in a small apartment on the top floor of an old converted Edwardian house. It was tiny and simple, and didn’t feel like home yet, but she was getting used to it.

In Katherine’s bedroom, on either side of an old fireplace, were two large, built-in closets with mirrored doors, and she was studying her reflection in one of them.

What do you see when you look in the mirror? Katherine asked herself. Not what others see, or what you think others see anyway, but what do YOU see?

Just a girl, a naked teenager unsure what to do with herself. Apart from the long red hair (and the freckles and pale skin that came with it), just an ordinary person nobody would look twice at.

She wondered what the difference was between her and the four girls she’d spent her lunch time with. They had all different body types, hair colours, skin colours, everything. And they were sexually active, so why wasn’t she?

Okay, Katherine thought. Not the right mindset. That way leads to depression. Let’s try this again. What would a lover see when they look at you?

It was an odd question. Not that she hadn’t seen herself naked. It was tricky to have a shower without seeing something, at least. But she’d never looked at herself in any sexual way.

With trembling fingers, she raised both hands to her breasts, giving a small squeak as her cold palms touched warm skin. She felt the tension in her flesh as her nipples started to harden, then smiled to herself. Even in her lowest moods, when she was most down on herself, she’d always been proud of her bosom.

Making a face, she told herself, Call them “tits,” Katherine. Call ’em “boobs” or “knockers” or something an actual grownup would say. You’re not in a romance novel, after all.

Fine. Her tits weren’t exactly small, but they weren’t large enough to condemn her to a future with back problems, like Aunt Kate had. In fact, they were just the right size and shape for her body. And just the right size for her to cup with both hands, as she did now. She laughed under her breath at the sight of her mirror-self, almost, but not quite, hiding her nipples beneath her fingers. They were almost painfully erect, standing up from the pale areolas.

Funny how I can never pronounce that word properly. Even now, I still get embarrassed when buying aioli in the supermarket.

Distracted by the memory, she absentmindedly closed her fingers, squeezing the nipples between them. A buzz of pleasure shot through her, leaving Katherine’s skin tingling, her pulse frantic.

She pinched her nipples even harder, pulling them at the same time, and found the sensations so intense she couldn’t stand up straight. Not just pleasure… it was something more, something so overwhelming she could barely cope with it.

Was this what the other girls felt? Did they touch each other like this? Did they squeeze each other’s boobs, pinch each other’s aching nipples, and moan in ecstasy at the sheer intensity of it all?

Oh, come on, thought Katherine, they must do more than that. If they actually did have sex, if they actually did fuck, there was another body part that had to be involved. She reluctantly released her grip and, pausing only to observe the temporary red marks she’d left on her breasts, slid a hand down her body, over her ribcage and stomach, slowly but inevitably toward her womanhood. Down to her now very wet sex.

Her body was alive with exciting new sensations. Her heart was pounding, her mind racing. Was this what sex felt like all the time? What else had she been missing out on?

And then she made contact.

The feelings Katherine had experienced earlier, that physical wall of pleasure, had been but a mere hint of what she was feeling now. As the little, ring and middle fingers of both hands slipped across her warm and moist outer labia, an index finger brushed her straining clitoris.

She couldn’t help it. Just that slight touch, the most minute hint of pressure, made her cry out.

Katherine froze. Staring in horror at her reflection, she listened for any movement outside her bedroom.

Her mother was home, in the lounge down the hall, watching TV after a long shift at the hospital. The television wasn’t turned up, was it? Not loud enough to cover that noise, surely?

As she strained to hear, she examined her reflection more closely. Just a few minutes ago she’d seen a shy, nervous girl who’d normally be wearing sweatpants and a comfy T-shirt. Now, she was looking at a naked young woman, hungry to experience sexual pleasure.

Fair enough. Since her mother appeared not to have heard anything, Katherine felt it only right to give her reflection what it wanted.

She had a small office chair, the sort with armrests, that she wheeled over to the closet, pausing only to make sure her bedroom door really was locked. Mum would NOT be happy about me doing this, she told herself.

Plunking down in the chair, Kathrine wriggled around until her arse was perched on the edge of the seat cushion, her legs were dangling over the armrests, and her pussy – God, I love that word! – was in full view. Peering into the mirror, she could see directly into herself – how engorged she was, how flushed with anticipation, how juicy.

She’d never looked at her pussy like this before, and marvelled at how beautiful it was.

Wobbling a little, still fixed on her reflection, she reached down to gently press a fingertip to the swollen nub of her clit. That little touch was enough to make her shudder, but she was careful not to make a sound.

Soon she was rubbing herself there with two fingers, stopping every so often to dip them into her pussy for lubrication. The little exhibitionist in the mirror repeated her every motion.

It was like torture – exquisite torture. Katherine felt every millimetre of her fingers as they slid into her pussy, every delicious inch stretching her open even further. Her body sang with ecstasy.

It took every ounce of control she had to remain quiet. The squishing and squelching of her virgin pussy seemed impossibly loud. Yet she couldn’t stop. She just couldn’t.

Vague, half-formed fantasies filled Katherine’s head as she masturbated for the first time in her young life. She pictured bodies around her, on her, inside her. With every depraved thought her fingers went faster until they were a blur.

In desperation, she reached for the nearest thing available and, finding her discarded panties on the floor, scooped them up and stuffed them in her mouth. But even with the damp cotton now absorbing her uncontrollable moans and cries, and the scent of pussy filling her nostrils, she couldn’t seem to bring herself to the point of no return.

Katherine’s body was shaking. She was glazed with sweat, her legs were starting to ache, and pussy fluids were practically pouring out of her. The pressure inside was unbearable. If she actually had forgotten to lock her bedroom door and her mother walked in right now, she couldn’t possibly have stopped. It felt too good.

And she desperately, desperately, needed to come.

She’d never done it before, wasn’t sure what it felt like, but she knew it was close. She and her reflection were so nearly there.

“Baby? You okay in there?”

What? Who?

“Katherine?”

No no no no no!

Katherine ripped her underwear out of her mouth and hurriedly called out. “I’m good, Mum! Sorry, had my headphones on!”

“No problem, baby,” came the reply from the other side of the door. “I’m going to bed now. Don’t stay up too late, ’kay?”

“Okay, Mum.” Katherine tried to get her heart rate to settle by sheer willpower, so she sounded partially normal, at least.

“Love you.” came the voice on the other side.

“Love you too. G’nite.”

As she heard her mother’s bedroom door close through the adjoining wall, Katherine studied her reflection. The moment was lost. There was no way she could continue tonight. Her legs were shaking from being in an unaccustomed position for so long, her wrist ached, and her vagina was tender.

But she didn’t mind. The whole thing had been incredible. She was just sorry to have missed out on such pleasures for so long.

But Katherine did wonder, at the very back of her mind, why she’d failed to reach orgasm. It wasn’t her mother’s fault. Even before she’d been interrupted, Katherine had been struggling to get herself over that hump in the road.

Maybe, she thought as she put on a nightdress, my body just wasn’t meant to have orgasms.

Little did Katherine realise just how wrong she was.

***

Katherine’s mum Barbara glanced up from the morning paper as her daughter shambled into the dining room. “My God, you look terrible this morning. Did you have trouble sleeping?”

“Just some weird dreams, that’s all. I’ll be fine.”

Barbara made a sympathetic noise as she buttered a slice of toast. “Not bad ones, I hope? You used to get a lot of those when you were little.”

“I’m too old for nightmares, Mum.”

But there’s no way I’ll ever be old enough to tell you what I dreamt last night. Or why I woke up covered in perspiration, my heart racing.

Katherine had hoped yesterday’s preoccupation with sex would go away once she started playing with herself. Like opening a valve to release all the pressure that had built up inside, so she could get back to her normal, boring life. Better being bored than strapped into an emotional roller coaster, one that kept wrenching her this way and that. A little self-pleasure; that ought to do the trick.

But it didn’t work. Maybe because Katherine wasn’t able to make herself come, no matter how many times she tried. Maybe it was because, even without the release of orgasm, masturbation turned out to be a lot more enjoyable than she’d anticipated. So now she was thinking about sex constantly. Sex, and the question of when she would get to experience it with someone else… and whether that someone might be a girl.

Whatever turmoil she had going on inside, Katherine still had to go to school. To her immense relief, she was able to throw herself into those first few classes, with the schoolwork interesting and challenging enough to get lost in. Also, when she took her seat in English Lit class, Katherine found herself sitting next to the same girl she’d encountered in Chemistry the previous day, and they briefly chatted. The girl was surprisingly friendly, far nicer than Katherine was used to. Maybe this school will be better, she told herself. The bullies at her previous school were starting to seem like a distant memory.

By lunchtime, she’d all but forgotten her morning’s troubles, and was glancing around with her tray, wondering where she could sit that would be quiet and out of the way.

“Hey! Hey, Katherine! Heeeeyy!! Kath-er-eeen! Over ‘ere!”

It was Terri, the short, raven-haired girl from yesterday. The one who had blithely confirmed that she and her female friends had sex on a regular basis. She was beckoning to Katherine from a table across the courtyard, her voice at full volume. Katherine felt her cheeks grow bright red in an instant.

She wasn’t familiar enough with the layout of the school grounds yet and hadn’t realised that her path would take her right around the lunch hall … and into direct sight of the outside tables, where her fiery red hair would be easily visible to everybody.

Sighing to herself, giving up on any hope for a peaceful, solitary lunch, Katherine made her way over.

As she carefully manoeuvred her way around the other students, Katherine saw that Terri was not alone, The other person at the table was Claire. Claire the Ice Queen. Claire the blonde-haired, blue eyed, Nordic princess. Fiona and Yolanda, the other half of yesterday’s foursome, were absent.

“You stuck around for a second day, then?” asked Terri with a laugh as Katherine joined them at the table.

“I guess. I mean I didn’t have …” she began.

“Aw, that’s smashin’. I’m really glad. I was sayin’ to Claire on the way home that I hoped we didn’t scare you off or nothin’.” She glanced over at her friend. “Ain’t that right?”

“I don’t–” Claire began.

“An’ it’s gotta be really hard, changin’ schools at the best of times. But havin’ to deal with the likes of us on your first day, that’s gotta be a bit much.”

“I wouldn’t–” Katherine protested, but Terri kept going.

“I’m really pleased to see you came back. I know we didn’t talk much, me an’ you. Didn’t really get the chance, did we? But I have a sense about people, don’t I, Claire?”

“Sure,” Claire replied, leaving it at that.

“An’ I sensed somethin’ good about you. You seem like a nice person. Somebody with a kind heart, know what I mean?”

Katherine said nothing, unsure whether an answer was needed or she’d even get a chance to give one. Terri apparently didn’t need to stop to breathe. She just kept on going.

“Oh! My name’s Terri,” the little girl continued brightly, “in case you didn’t remember.”

There was something about that girl’s grin. It was so big and so bright and so honest and so genuinely, almost sickeningly happy. It was impossible to do anything but feel your heart warm in return.

“Damn, T. It was only yesterday. Calm down!”

Impossible if your name wasn’t Claire, that is.

“No, no, I remember,” Katherine countered. “I’m, um, pretty good with names.”

How could I forget? Especially when I spent all night thinking about the four of you in bed together?

“Actually, that reminds me,” she added, gathering up her courage, “the stuff we talked about yesterday… Is it actually true?”

“The thing about my new shampoo?” Terri looked puzzled. “Yeah, definitely. I can lend you some if you like, but I don’t think it’ll work with your hair type.”

“No. I meant the other stuff. The, er …” Katherine faltered, not knowing how to say what she was thinking.

Claire smirked. “You mean the sex stuff.”

Katherine nodded.

“Yup. It’s true. It’s what we do,” Claire said.

“It’s one of the club’s signature activities,” added Terri, nodding authoritatively.

Claire rolled her eyes. “This again? For the last time, we are not a club. Not now, not never, no way!”

Terri snickered. “You’re only sayin’ that because you don’t wanna pay for a newsletter.”

Katherine knew she ought to leave it at that. But now that she was face-to-face with people who had done it – people she could talk to, no less! – she found herself overflowing with questions. Especially since she was constantly thinking about sex herself. How curious am I allowed to be? she wondered.

“So … er … is it just the four of you doing this?” she asked, seizing on the first query that came to mind.

“Oh yeah, yeah. Just us. Although…” Terri paused, her head halfway through a nod, pursing her lips in concentration. “Thinkin’ about it, that ain’t really true. I know Yolanda and Fi was doin’ stuff for a while, but we didn’t all of us get involved until Anne-Marie’s party. That’s when it all really kicked off. ‘Course, Gemma had already…”

The girl’s voice trailed off, her brown eyes appearing to focus on another time and place. Her smile slowly faded; her brow furrowed. A few seconds earlier, Terri had been happy and animated, but now it was as if someone had reached over and cut her strings.

“Erm…” Katherine tried after a second or two went by in silence.

“It’s just the four of us, no-one else.” Claire cut in, her tone firm.

Any follow-up questions from Katherine died on her lips. There were still things she wanted to know, but it was clear from Claire’s stern expression that they weren’t to be answered that day.

“Terri…” Claire said, speaking softly.

“Hmm? Oh. Oh, right.” The brunette shook herself, snapping back into the here and now. “Right, yeah. Yeah. Nah, it’s just us at the moment. Although…” And just like that, Terri was her cheery self again. “Me and Claire did do a boy once.”

“Oh God. Not this story,” Claire groaned, putting her face in her hands.

“It’s a good story!” came the protest. “Shows why girls are better off havin’ sex with other girls.”

Claire sighed. “Well, that’s certainly true. Fine. Just spare us the … intimate details. The poor girl hasn’t eaten yet.”

Katherine frowned. A boy? Did she want to hear about that? The boys she’d known in her last school had been immature, often downright vile. She’d found it hard to understand why the girls there had anything to do with them.

It struck her that she was only genuinely curious about what the girls did with each other. Boys hadn’t entered her mind at all. Even last night, at the height of her arousal, she hadn’t spared a thought for the male of the species.

It seemed so obvious now. Huh. I’m just not into boys, not at all. Guess I assumed that would change some day, that I’d want a boyfriend. Maybe a husband and kids. 

But… does that really mean I’m a lesbian? 

With a start, Katherine also realised that Claire was right – she hadn’t even started on lunch. Dipping into her bag, she withdrew a sandwich and an apple.

“So picture the scene, right?” Terri said as Katherine unwrapped the sandwich. “Me an’ Claire, our parents go way back. They’ve been friends since, like, before we were born. So our families go on holiday together.”

“Not all the time, though,” Claire said.

“No. But a lot. An’ a couple years ago, we went to this little place in France for a week.”

“Big place, you mean. It was, like, a converted farmhouse in the middle of nowhere. Very nicely done, too. Lots of attention to detail. Must have cost a sodding fortune.”

“Yeah, okay. A big place. Whatever. You tellin’ this story or am I? So anyway, where was … ? Oh, yeah. We’d been there for a couple of days when me an’ Claire ran into this boy in the local town. He was kinda cute an’ he liked us … an’ we kinda liked him.”

“Wait. How did you know he liked you?” Katherine asked, thinking she’d spotted a hole in the story. “Was he English as well?”

“Nah,” Terri said, beaming proudly, “I speak French. My mum comes from near Calais. So I’m bilingual an’ bisexual. So, technically, I’m a quad, when you think about it.”

“That’s not actually a thing,” Claire said.

Katherine was astonished. Foreign languages were her worst subject, hands down. “Really?” she said. “Can you … say something in French?”

She had no way to know if Terri actually was speaking French or gibberish, but the other girl didn’t hesitate. “Vos taches de rousseur vont jusqu’en bas?” she replied, still wearing her familiar grin.

“What’s that mean?” Katherine asked, still awed. It certainly sounded genuine.

Claire shrugged. “Don’t ask me… all the French I know is ‘café’, and ‘croissant’.”

“Nothin’ much. Just means I’m thirsty,” Terri replied.

There was a water-bottle on the table by the girl’s hand. It was bright pink and half-full. But Terri didn’t drink from it, choosing instead to continue her story. “Anyway, we arranged to meet up in this field near the town for a bit of fun. Completely private, nice an’ sunny, perfect.”

Claire made a small, amused snort at this for reasons Katherine didn’t get.

“Things are goin’ great,” Terri went on. “We’re getting all hot an’ personal. Then, just as things are about to get interestin’, a certain somebody, namin’ no names, goes an’ takes her top off.”

Claire smiled but said nothing.

“Now, I don’t know if you know this,” Terri continued, addressing Katherine, “but girls can last. They’ve got stamina, right? Quick recovery time. Can go for hours if they want. They don’t just … finish at the drop of a hat. Or the flash of a pair of tits, if you know what I mean.”

“It wasn’t his fault. You can’t blame him, T,” Claire finally said, trying not to laugh. “I have magic boobs.”

“I had a really beautiful sundress on,” Terri grumbled, ignoring her. “I loved that dress. An’ he sodding ruined it.”

“He was just giving you a souvenir, T.” Claire was flushed with the effort of keeping her laughter in. “Something to remember him by.”

Terri glared as Claire desperately clamped a hand over her mouth in a failed attempt to contain her mirth. “Oh, I remembered all right,” Terri said. “I remembered havin’ to walk back lookin’ like I’d been attacked by some sort of … crazed ice-cream van. An’ I never got the stains out.”

Katherine was struggling to maintain a neutral expression, but with an increasing lack of success. The sound of Claire’s muffled laughter combined with the excessively serious look on Terri’s face was downright infectious. And the grumpier Terri became, the worse it got. The last thing Katherine wanted to do was cause offence, but she could feel giggles threatening to escape.

“There’s some very good stain removers now,” she offered. “I’m sure if you can get one that works on, like, blood, then it might be okay for… erm … “

She couldn’t bring herself to finish the sentence, but she didn’t have to. Her words had clearly inspired Claire. The blonde took her hand away from her mouth long enough to make a suggestion of her own. “My washing machine has a ‘half-load’ option. That about right, T? A half-load? Or do you think his was a full load?” She quickly covered her mouth again.

What she’d said didn’t make sense to Katherine … but it was somehow meant to. By then, tears were starting to roll down Claire’s face, and Katherine had to bite back a laugh. Like seeing somebody else yawning, her body was determined to react no matter how Katherine fought it.

“I tried everythin’. Absolutely everythin’ I could think of,’’ grumbled an oblivious Terri, all but lost in her annoyance. “But nothin’ worked. My beautiful dress was destroyed by that boy. That bloody boy an’ his … his damn … demon semen!”

That was too much for Katherine. She and Claire both howled with laughter. It wasn’t very funny, not really, but that didn’t matter. The whole situation was so ridiculous that one was left with two choices: laugh or explode.

As she gasped for breath, Katherine realised she had to be drawing attention to herself. They were surrounded by other students, and lots of them had to be wondering what was making that strange redhead laugh so hard. She also realised that, for the first time in a very long while, it didn’t bother her at all. Let them stare if they want. I couldn’t give a toss. 

“An’ what’s the craic here, then?” asked a new, amused voice.

Katherine looked up. Fiona and Yolanda had arrived and were making themselves at home.

“We got held up in th’ toilets,” Fiona grumbled, taking a seat. Some eejit sat in the cubicle next to us, an’ they was yammerin’ on their phone for feckin’ ages.”

“Yuck. That’s so unhygienic,” Claire said.

“Um … why would that be a problem?” Katherine asked.

“We were … together,” Yolanda said simply.

It took a moment for the girl’s words to sink in. “Oh,” Katherine. She couldn’t think of anything else to say.

Fiona went on to explain what happened, half-protesting at the way Yolanda had manhandled her (“Ever tried not makin’ any noise when somebody’s forcin’ ya t’come? It’s feckin’ impossible!”) All the while, Katherine felt the half-crazed thoughts of the previous night return with a vengeance.

They’ve just had sex, she thought. At school!

How the hell is that even possible?

For the rest of the day, that question was never far from Katherine’s mind. But there was also the memory of her lunchtime laughter, as well as her chat with the girl from English Lit class, and a rather surprising but welcome memory of Yolanda helping her with a tricksy problem in Business Studies after lunch.

She began to realise that things were different in her new school, and definitely better. Two days had gone by and not a single nasty thing had been said about her or her red hair. People liked her. They really did!

In fact, a few of them liked Katherine enough to invite her to sit with them at lunch. That never would have happened in her old school.

As the days went by, Katherine’s cautiously hopeful feelings about her new acquaintances seemed to bear fruit. They accepted her as one of their own.

Finally, she had friends. And for the first time in ages, she was happy.

But there was still one thing they had that she lacked. One thing keeping Katherine from becoming a full-fledged member of the Bad Girls Club.

Sex. They did it. She didn’t. She still wasn’t even able to bring herself to climax, despite trying over and over. Oh, it felt nice, that much was true… but the reward, the payoff for her efforts lay tantalizingly out of Katherine’s reach.

That was about to change, though. In a big way.

Soon to come: Chapter Three!