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. 

In the days that follow, Katherine finds herself feeling very much at home in the company of Yolanda, Fiona, Claire and Terri, enough to consider them friends. She still feels like a bit of an outsider, not having tried sex with a girl before… or with anyone, truth be told. Still uncertain about her own sexual preferences, but thinking more and more about other girls, she begins to masturbate on a regular basis. She enjoys touching herself. but has yet to achieve orgasm. What to do?

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

by Mystery Mouse

CHAPTER 3 – Girls Watching Girls

Saturday mornings, freed from the demands of school, Katherine usually took it easy. She’d sleep in, watch TV in her pyjamas with a big bowl of sugary cereal, not bothering to get dressed until close to lunchtime.

Which would explain why, at 10 o’clock on this particular Saturday, she was trying not to yawn. Who gets up and about this early by choice? she grumbled to herself.

She was at school. On Saturday, damn it! Or, more accurately, she was at the small sports hall on the school grounds, which was open to the public outside of school hours and served as a leisure centre of sorts. Katherine wasn’t exactly sure what a leisure center was, and wasn’t about to embarrass herself by asking.

The reason she was there, far earlier in the day than she liked, could be found in the assortment of gymnastic equipment that filled the space. It was all being used by a collection of girls for a variety of exercises she couldn’t follow.

Gymnastics had never been Katherine’s thing. At her previous school, she’d steered well clear of anything that drew the attention of bullies, preferring to spend free time on her own or with her mum, a woman who understood the challenges redheads often face.

It wasn’t that she didn’t understand how gymnastics worked. She just wasn’t interested.

“I like your top. It’s very retro.”

This was Yolanda. She and Katherine were sitting with some other girls on one of two long wooden benches placed along one side of the hall.

Katherine’s first impression of Yolanda had been of somebody whose clothes somehow looked smarter than everybody else’s, even though everyone dressed alike. And that impression still held. Katherine didn’t know much about fashion, but she could tell how well Yolanda’s clothes fit her, and how well they complemented her dark skin. Yolanda always looked good.

By comparison, Katherine felt badly underdressed. She’d deliberately chosen to wear the most inoffensive, generic clothes she possessed. This was the first time her new friends would see her in anything other than a school uniform, and she was determined not to take any chances.

She muttered her thanks, struggling to resist a sudden urge to cross her arms and “accidentally” cover her T-shirt. What’s so retro about it? I only got this shirt a few months ago!

“We shoulda brung popcorn,” came a voice from the bench behind her. “Anybody got snacks?”

“We’re not at the movies,” a second voice replied. “You should have had a proper breakfast.”

“Feck,” the first voice grumbled.

Those voices belonged to Fiona and Claire. That Irish twang and the sarcastic rejoinder couldn’t have come from anyone else.

Since Katherine had first encountered this group, she’d come to a much better understanding of them. She spent every lunch break with the girls and shared some classes with them, though never all at the same time.

Yolanda was clearly the one in charge, the one who told the other girls what to do. They often complained about it, but Katherine noticed that, more times than not, what Yolanda said was what got done. Perhaps because she hosted the big sleepovers where the bulk of the group’s lesbian shenanigans took place. Katherine had heard plenty of stories about the girls’ kinky exploits by this point, and they did nothing at all to ease her sexual frustration.

Fiona was a nice, friendly girl who was more than prepared to hit anybody who crossed her. It wasn’t so much that she had a temper, Katherine realised, as that she wasn’t afraid to stand up for what she believed in. Katherine found that admirable.

She was also intrigued by Fiona’s accent, which seemed to come and go according to the strength of her feelings. When Fiona was particularly annoyed or excited, she was practically incomprehensible.

Claire was an interesting one. Katherine had come to realise that the tall blonde wasn’t as scary as she’d seemed at first. Claire had a dry, sarcastic wit and a razor-sharp tongue. Together, they made the girl seem nastier than she actually was.

Probably.

Nonetheless, Claire was still a bit of a mystery. Katherine didn’t feel like she’d really cracked her yet, but the two got on well enough, a positive step in Katherine’s eyes.

That just left one person in her new group of friends. The short, irrepressible, hyperenergetic ball of chaos that was the reason Katherine was here so early.

“Hey, there she is!” Claire exclaimed, echoing Katherine’s thoughts. She followed the pointing finger and realised with a shock that she wouldn’t have noticed the last member of the foursome if she hadn’t been pointed out.

Terri stood by a large grey mat in the middle of the hall, speaking with an instructor. Her long, jet-black hair was tied into a simple ponytail to reveal a serious, even sober expression on her face. There was no hint of a smile, and she looked almost fragile – so different from her normal demeanour that Katherine understood right away why she’d failed to recognise her at first.

“Feck, she looks nervous,” Fiona observed quietly.

“This is her last one, isn’t it?” Yolanda asked. “After this, it’s the next level?”

“If she does well enough, aye,” Fiona said. “If not, she’ll have t’rethink th’ whole routine. Like, th’ whole feckin’ thing. Not something I’d ever wanna do.”

“No, that’d kill her,” said Yolanda. “She’s been practising for ages.”

“She’s looking for us,” Claire interrupted. “Quick, everybody smile!”

Terri was now on her own, the man she’d been talking to engaged in conversation with someone else. Katherine thought she looked scared, like a little girl lost in the forest in some fairytale, wolves slowly circling her. Certainly not the feisty and enthusiastic sixteen-year-old Katherine had come to know.

But then Terri saw the group waving. Her face lit up, and she was back to her familiar, beaming self.

“Good grief.” Claire murmured. “That smile of hers. I should have brought my sunglasses.”

“How does she do that?” added Fiona. “Ya could power an entire bloody city with that face o’ hers, ya really could.”

“Ladies, please,” Yolanda admonished.

Katherine said nothing. She wasn’t immune to Terri’s megawatt smile, but now that she wasn’t worried so much about her friend’s mood, she began to notice what Terri was wearing. And she felt her pulse start to race.

Honestly, it was nothing out of the ordinary. All the other girls were wearing leotards, too. It was a practical item of clothing for any activity that required free movement of the arms and legs while keeping all the naughty bits hidden from view.

But there was something about the one Terri was wearing. It seemed almost like it was painted on. While the other girls’ leotards were clearly designed to draw attention away from what was underneath, Terri’s seemed to do the exact opposite.

Her breasts, which Katherine noticed only now and then at school, were clearly defined by the taut fabric. Katherine could see exactly how small they were, and she couldn’t help but imagine how they’d feel in her hands.

The material continued over Terri’s flat stomach, hugged her pubic mound, and passed between her legs, cradling her taut bottom to perfection.

Nothing was left to the imagination. Although Katherine couldn’t see through the leotard, she had no difficulty imagining what Terri would look like without it.

To make matters worse, the garment was cut high on the hip. Terri was four-foot-six – a mere one hundred thirty-seven centimetres – positively miniscule, compared to the rest of the girls. But most of that height was in her legs, and Katherine marvelled at how, thanks to the leotard, she could see every square inch of them.

“Are you alright, Katherine?” Yolanda’s voice came as if from far away. Katherine forced herself to tear her eyes away and turn to her neighbour.

“Yeah. Yeah. No, I’m fine.”

“You look a little flushed. Everything okay?”

“Yeah, definitely. Nothing to worry about. Just a little hot, that’s all. It’s kinda warm in here,” Katherine replied, improvising as best she could. “Besides, I’m a redhead. My people blush easily.”

Oh. My. GOD. My people? My PEOPLE? Did I really just say that? And did I have to say it to Yolanda, the one girl in the group most likely to be offended?

But Yolanda, for her part, simply raised an immaculately trimmed eyebrow and glanced back to where Terri was doing some warmup exercises. “Rrrrrright …” she said, dragging the word out in an amused tone.

Now blushing for real, Katherine turned back to face the hall, hoping to bring her colour back under control. As she did so, she glanced at Terri again… only to realise with a shock that her friend wasn’t wearing anything scandalous. It was just a normal leotard – no more, no less. That rush of sexually charged fascination had been nothing more than a figment of Katherine’s imagination. Sure, the garment was close-fitting, but no more so than what any of the other gymnasts were wearing.

What’s wrong with me? I notice Teri has a nice pair of tits, and it turns me into a hot mess! She gave her head a tiny shake, trying to clear it without being noticed. Get it together, girl.

And then the music started. “Shut it,” hissed Fiona. “She’s on!”

Terri stood stock-still at the corner of the mat. Her arms were straight out at her sides as the sound of a stringed instrument filled the hall… a cello? No melody yet, just one long note rising slowly.

As the pitch rose, so did Terri’s arms, and just as her hands were pointing straight up, the note ceased. After a moment of silence, an electric bass throbbed and the tune kicked in. A fast, intense track with a beat that dug into the brain.

Then Terri moved.

Katherine had no idea what to expect. She knew a floor routine involved some rhythmic movement to go along with all the actual gymnastic stuff … but she didn’t see this coming.

Terri was poetry in motion, dancing to the music in ways Katherine barely believed possible. The girl was impossibly lithe. Every step, every jump, every turn was perfect. She was graceful yet sensual and, through it all, incredibly agile. And she’d only just begun!

After a few seconds of the dance, Terri set her sights on the opposite corner of the mat and took off, exploding into a run like a champion greyhound.

As she ran, she fell into a cartwheel that somehow turned into a pair of backflips that saw her flying through the air, twisting as she soared, then deftly landing back on both feet. She posed, steady as a rock, as Katherine’s friends burst into applause.

Katherine did not applaud. She didn’t even think of applauding. In fact, she could barely think at all.

The whole display had taken seconds, but Katherine was blown away. Terri was so fast and nimble that her motions seemed effortless. Then, before it occurred to Katherine that she ought to join in the applause, Terri was off again.

This time, Katherine simply stopped thinking, and for the rest of the performance, allowed the sheer beauty of Terri’s movements to wash over her. The petite, raven-haired girl tumbled and spun. She flipped and rolled. She stretched and bent. She did things with her body that Katherine knew she couldn’t have accomplished in a million years.

All of it was in perfect sync with the music. Every element was in complete control. And it was nothing short of astonishing to watch.

When the routine finally came to a close, Terri bowed to the judges, then boldly strutted out of the hall – to get changed, no doubt. To Katherine, it was as if her friend’s departure signalled the breaking of a magic spell. Her attention had been riveted to Terri during the whole performance. What else could she possibly have watched while that was taking place? Now, with her friend no longer in view, the everyday world snapped back in a rush that left Katherine feeling almost shell-shocked.

Distantly, through the haze, she grew aware that her friends were discussing what they’d seen.

“I mean, I could do that. Y’know, if I wanted.”

“D’you think that was good enough for the judges?”

“Beats me. I have no idea what they look for.”

Getting to her feet, Yolanda brushed some nonexistent dust off her skirt. “Well, we’ll just have to keep our fingers crossed, won’t we?” she said. “C’mon, let’s go meet Terri outside.”

As she rose with the others, Katherine noticed no one else was standing. “Wait… aren’t Terri’s parents here?”

Claire gave a derisive laugh. “Ha! No chance. They don’t exactly get on.”

“But this is a big deal to her, right? I mean, I would’ve thought – ”

“Yeah, but the thing is, the Freeman family is… well, they have problems,” Claire cut in. “It’s kind of a long story. Let’s just say that the day Terri’s mother and father show up at one of these things is the day the world comes to an end.”

Katherine pondered this as they proceeded to the exit. If she’d been the one performing, Mum would have moved Heaven and Earth to be there. She just couldn’t imagine parents showing such indifference to their daughter.

She’d always been grateful to have somebody who loved her as much as her mother did. Mum had even changed jobs and moved to a different town for her daughter, just to get Katherine out of that awful school and away from the bullying she endured there. That’s what parents should be like, she told herself.

Just like that, it occurred to Katherine how lucky she was. Not just to have a great mother, but to have found friends like these girls. Life at her previous school had been such a misery that Katherine sometimes wondered if she’d ever be happy again.

And though Katherine was still uncertain how she felt about her friends’ sexual lifestyle, and there was always the possibility that she would say or do something stupid that would turn them all against her, for the time being she was in a good place. A happy place, even. For once, her future held promise.

And it was all thanks to the four girls she’d shared a table with on her first day here. The ones she’d been warned to avoid. They were the first to invite her to do something outside of school… not because they had to, but because they wanted to.

“Guys,” she said as they were about to head outside, “can we talk for a minute?”

The others exchanged glances. “Um, sure, Kat,” Yolanda said. “What’s up?”

Katherine took a deep breath and, before she had a chance to lose her nerve, began to speak. She told Yolanda, Fiona and Claire, what had happened in her previous school. She told them why she and her mother had moved to another town. Katherine told them about how she’d been bullied, then abandoned by the few acquaintances she had. How lonely she’d been.

She’d kept it to herself for so long. But the girls had made such a difference in her life. They deserved to know that.

When she finished, her cheeks glowing with embarrassment, there was silence.

Then Fiona stepped forward and put a hand on Katherine’s shoulder. “Kat,” she said, looking her dead in the eye, “if anybody, an’ I mean anybody, ever treats ya like that again, let me know. An’ I will beat … th’ ever-lovin’ … shite outta them.”

Claire and Yolanda added murmurs of agreement.

Katherine didn’t trust herself to speak. In fact, she felt emotionally exhausted. This morning had been an emotional roller-coaster, and she was wiped.

“Come on,” said Yolanda after pausing for a moment to let Katherine recover. “Terri’s waiting.”

But Terri wasn’t waiting. She was nowhere to be seen.

“Of course,” Claire said, shaking her head, “she probably has to get showered and all that first.”

This took Katherine by surprise. From what she understood, Claire and Terri had spent most of their childhoods together. Surely Claire would know how long they needed to wait.

“Haven’t you been to one of these before?” she asked.

Claire shrugged. “Not for a while. This was always T’s thing, not mine. She’s the fitness junkie. I like my morning lie-ins too much.”

“It works, though,” Fiona interjected. “That was really good. Best floor routine I seen in ages.”

“Oh?” Once again, Katherine was surprised. Fiona hadn’t ever expressed an interest in gymnastics. “You follow this stuff?”

“Pretty girls in wee leotards,” Fiona answered with a shrug, as if that was all she needed to say. Which it probably was.

“There’s Terri,” Yolanda announced.

Terri was indeed approaching. And with good news. “I passed! Nearly perfect scores!” she declared excitedly as soon as she was within range.

Katherine tried to join in as the others eagerly congratulated Terri. She did her best, but she was aware of how self-conscious it made her.

Fiona, on the other hand, squealed with excitement and rushed to wrap Terri up in a giant hug. Fiona wasn’t that big a girl, but Terri was so small it didn’t matter – big hugs automatically became giant ones.

“Does this mean you’ve gone up a level?” Katherine asked, remembering the conversation from earlier.

Terri’s face was lost in the depths of Fiona’s curly hair, but she must have heard the question.

“Yup! Gettin’ a certificate an’ all.” came the muffled reply.

“Great. That’s very cool. Very cool.”

Katherine couldn’t think of anything else to say. She was happy for Terri, sure, but didn’t know what else to do about it. She certainly didn’t feel like she could get away with offering a hug of her own.

“So what do we do now?” Claire asked once Terri had been released. “It’s not even eleven o’clock yet.”

“I need to do some clothes shoppin’, I think.” Terri replied. “The elastic on these things is pretty much gone. Look.”

With that, she lifted her top to just above her belly button, exposing her midriff and showing just how low her sweatpants were.

“For goodness sakes, Terri,” exclaimed Yolanda, who was standing behind her. “Do you always have to go without underwear? I’m looking at a good few inches of butt crack here.”

Terri blinked innocently. “See what I mean? If I don’t get new ones soon, I’m gonna end up flashin’ everyone.”

“You could always just wear knickers occasionally,” Claire suggested. “You never know, you might actually come to like it. And then you can do it every day like a normal person.”

Katherine didn’t comment. The sight of Terri’s bare belly had unwanted thoughts whirling through her mind again.

“Can we get some lunch while we’re in town?” Fiona asked. “I’m starvin’.”

Yolanda nodded in agreement. “Sure, we could eat. Are you joining us, Katherine?”

Katherine panicked. She had just been able to convince herself to come out this morning. At least this was technically in school. But hanging out with people in an unfamiliar town centre for an unknown length of time? What if something happened? What if she ended up embarrassing herself? What if the girls realised they didn’t actually like her at all and left her there?

She couldn’t. It was too much. “Ooh, I would, but I promised I’d help my mum with the housework,” she lied. “Sorry.”

“Oh. That’s not a problem. Next time, maybe?” Yolanda replied with a smile that seemed a bit too knowing for Katherine’s liking.

She nodded and, after saying their goodbyes, the girls walked away.

She heard a quick snippet of conversation. “Hey, I realised somethin’. This right here is our first official club outing.”

“We are not a club.”

… and then they were gone.

Katherine heaved a sigh, then set off on the trek home. At least she hadn’t been completely untruthful. There was housework to be done, but she hadn’t promised to help with it. Still, the fact that she’d lied so easily to her friends bothered her.

For the rest of the day she felt a mix of guilt and annoyance. But there was one other thing that unsettled her much more. Try as she might, Katherine could not stop thinking about Terri in that snug leotard, especially now she knew that the girl had been stark naked underneath. When Terri pulled up her top, the sight of that cute tummy had affected Katherine in a big way. There was no denying the arousal she’d felt at that moment.

Could that be because all her friends were into other girls? Katherine was still a virgin, and intensely curious about the act of physical love. Her friends had already done it… with each other, even. If they were constantly thinking about and discussing lesbian sex, it’s no surprise that she’d be thinking about it too.

Or was there more to it? Could she actually be gay herself? Katherine remembered how she’d pictured herself cupping Terri’s breasts through her leotard. Would a straight girl even have thoughts like that?

Maybe I like girls AND boys, she told herself. Guess I should try figuring that out.  

Determined to unravel the riddle of her sexuality, Katherine said goodnight to her mother and went to bed early. She was tired, yes, but she wasn’t intending to sleep anytime soon.

The bedroom door securely closed, she stripped naked, then slipped into an extra-large Simple Minds t-shirt she’d been gifted last Christmas by a well-intentioned but culturally clueless aunt. Rummaging through a desk drawer, she emerged with a glossy teen mag Mum had bought for her a few months earlier. She thumbed through the pages to find the image she wanted: a shirtless male model, posing on a beach next to a cute blonde girl in a skimpy bikini.

Sliding beneath the blanket, Katherine folded the page down to remove the girl from the shot, then propped the magazine against a pillow. She hoisted the t-shirt up to just below her chest and began to masturbate, picturing herself in the man’s strong arms. His body firm against mine, breathing in the scent of his skin as he nibbles my ear…

It was pleasant enough, but nothing like the surge of warmth she experienced while watching Terri move. Still, Katherine refused to throw in the towel so easily. She imagined the man stripping off for her, moving his body in a lewd, slow dance. He’s taking down those Speedos, showing off what he has…

Nothing. Oh, sure, touching herself was nice… still, no matter how handsome he was, Katherine found the image of a naked man far more interesting than arousing. She was intrigued by the prospect of seeing an erect penis, but the thought of reaching out to touch it held no appeal whatsoever.

With a sigh, Katherine sat up. Okay, let’s try it this way. She folded the magazine page again, so only the girl in the skimpy bathing suit could be seen, they lay back and began to fondle herself again.

It was better, and she felt a stronger attraction to the girl, to the point of wondering what it would be like to kiss that pretty mouth, maybe hold her while they were both nude.

But I don’t even know her, Katherine thought. Why would I want to fool around with a stranger?  

Just then, the memory of Terri in her skintight leotard flashed through Katherine’s head like summer lightning. She shivered, that yummy warm sensation from earlier making itself felt all over again.

Fine. If that’s what I need to get excited, so be it. Let’s do this.

Impatiently sweeping the teen mag to the floor, Katherine began to touch herself for the third time. She pictured Terri standing at the foot of the bed, wearing that dazzling smile as she slowly peeled down the leotard to bare her breasts.

This time Katherine’s fingers seemed to summon up magic, complete with cascading stars and spinning moons. Now she imagined Terri stripping off completely, posing nude for a moment before joining her in bed.

Katherine wasn’t ready to fantasise about having actual lesbian sex… it just seemed like going too far. So instead, she had her petite friend lie down by her side to masturbate, just like she was.

The image only spurred Katherine’s excitement. In her mind, Terri was close enough for their bodies to touch, humming contentedly as she pleasured herself. I could kiss her, Katherine thought. Bet she’d like that. 

She was caught up in this naughty scenario, her touches feeling nicer than ever. Maybe this time, she thought, already anticipating her first orgasm; how good it would be.

But even then, Katherine still couldn’t make herself come. Again and again, she skirted the cliff’s edge, and each time, her body failed to go that extra inch. Not even when she imagined a naked Terri lying next to her, doing the same thing she was.

Eventually, exhausted and frustrated, she turned onto her side with a despairing sob. Damn it all… why can’t I do this? Is something wrong with me?

She gave a heavy sigh. At least I got closer this time. I’ll have to try again some other night. 

After a few minutes, Katherine managed to relax… then she drifted into a restless slumber.

As she dozed fitfully, caught up in bizarre and confused dreams, Katherine had no idea that something she’d done that morning had started a ball rolling. A ball that was about to knock over everything that stood between her and the pleasure she longed for so desperately.

Soon to come: Chapter Four!