Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

Note from JetBoy: When Juicy Secrets contributor Karin Halle died a few months ago, she left behind a number of stories. These were well-written but somewhat rough first drafts that she would have worked on with either BlueJean or yours truly. In the months (years?) to come, we want to share the best of these with you.

BlueJean and I both worked on this one. My hat is raised to Mr. Blue for the valuable editing he did here (especially since he has stories of his own to, er, keep his hand busy).

Thanks for the stories, Karin… and for your friendship. We miss you.

by Karin Halle

Few people were in attendance at the graveside funeral service, not due to any pandemic restrictions but because hardly anyone had come to mourn the passing of Elizabeth Long, dead at forty-six. She never married, had no children, and her parents were long gone. There was an older sister, Joyce, but they had been estranged for many years. Elizabeth had never known much about her niece and two nephews, except that they existed.

A couple of Elizabeth’s work colleagues attended the funeral, along with several other people with whom she had kept in touch from her student days. The neighbours who had witnessed the freak accident were there as well, still visibly shaken by the experience. They’d been complaining about that big tree branch for years, they said. It wasn’t safe, they said. It killed Elizabeth instantly.

They had been the ones to call the paramedics, who could do nothing, and the police, who concluded that the accident didn’t call for an investigation.

Only one member of Elizabeth’s small family was in attendance. Despite the fact that they hardly knew each other beyond a handful of letters and emails, Elizabeth had listed her niece Tammy as next of kin, so Tammy was the one who had been contacted by the authorities. Joyce had advised her daughter not to get involved, but Tammy ignored her. She was unaware of the reason why the two sisters had been so bitterly divided – but the feud had been going on for as long as the thirty-four-year-old could remember.

To Tammy, obligations were far more important than her mother’s feud, so she’d taken on the task of handling her late aunt’s affairs, as Elizabeth had wanted. The police had handed over her aunt’s handbag, along with her wallet and keys, so she had been able to let herself into her aunt’s modest house. Her first task had been to locate Elizabeth’s will, which she eventually found in a folder marked Important in her aunt’s unlocked roll-top desk. Her next priority was to engage with a lawyer to deal with all the other matters.

As she half-listened to the preacher’s droning voice, Tammy noticed another person at the gravesite, or more accurately, nearby. A teenage girl was standing by a small stand of trees that ran alongside a wall separating sections of the cemetery. She was clearly watching the service, but made no move to join the other mourners. Tammy couldn’t help but wonder who she was.

When the brief ceremony was over, Tammy headed towards the line of trees and spoke to the onlooker. “Hi there. You know, if you were that interested, you could’ve joined us.”

Glancing around, the girl seemed bent on escape, but decided not to run away. “I… I was afraid.” Then she said something which surprised Tammy. “Were you Liz’s friend too?”

“I’m her niece,” Tammy said evenly. “How did you know my aunt?”

With a defiant look, the girl replied, “We were friends.” As quickly as it had appeared, the defiance washed away. She quietly added, “Girlfriends.”

Unable to fully process that, Tammy asked, “H-how old are you?”

“Fifteen.”

Her head swimming, Tammy put a hand against a tree to steady herself. “How long were you and my aunt… how long has this been going on?”

“Over two years, close to three now.”

Tammy did the subtraction. “So you were… my God.”

“Yeah. Twelve.” The flash of bravado returned. “Are you shocked?”

“Not shocked; not exactly, anyway. I’m not sure what I feel.” She looked closely at the girl. “I barely knew my aunt. She and my mum hadn’t spoken for years. I didn’t even know she was gay. Mum probably didn’t, either.”

Then a realisation hit her. Hard. “Or maybe she did know. Maybe that’s why they… oh, wow, that would explain a lot.” With an effort she pulled her attention back to the present. “I’m Tammy.”

“I’m Watson,” the teenager replied, causing Tammy to gasp. This time the girl’s words had shocked her.

“You’re Watson? Watson Cobb?”

“That’s right.” The girl’s puzzlement was evident.

Tammy swallowed and said, “What’s your middle name?”

Unsure where this was leading, Watson’s reply was tinged with suspicion. Nevertheless, she answered. “Louisa. Watson Louisa Cobb. Why? What’s it to you?”

“My Aunt Elizabeth… her, her will. She left most of her possessions to me, but there was a life insurance policy, in your name. I didn’t know who Watson Louisa Cobb was, or how I would even be able to find you, but the benefit on that policy is $250,000. A quarter of a million dollars.”

Watson looked as if she might burst into tears at any moment. “Oh, no… No, no, no! She shouldn’t have done that! She just, she shouldn’t have.” The teen looked desperately at Tammy, utterly distraught. “I never wanted anything from her. Really, I didn’t. She kept saying how much she loved me, and how much I meant to her, but I knew – you know, deep down, that she’d find somebody else sooner or later. But she said, over and over, that it wasn’t going to be like that, that I was… the one.”

Tears began trickling down her cheeks. “I never wanted anything from her – except her love, f-for as long as it lasted.”

Tammy hesitantly put both arms around Watson and drew her close, letting the girl sob into her chest.

“I don’t want her stuff, or anything else from her – I just want her back!”

Tammy held Watson in silence until the tears stopped. Trite words weren’t going to help. It was already late afternoon, and when the sun became obscured by a bank of clouds, Tammy figured it was time to leave. Noticing several groundskeepers approaching the open grave, spades in hand, she gently led Watson away.

“Can I give you a lift somewhere?” Tammy asked the girl as they drifted toward the parking lot.

“I don’t have any place to go,” Watson replied despondently.

“Well, where’s home? Or where have you been staying?”

“I’ve been living with Liz for over eighteen months now. When my parents found out about us, they kicked me out. They didn’t know I was gay, not until then. We were lucky they didn’t call the cops on us.”

Bewildered, Tammy came to an abrupt stop. “But I’ve been over at the house sorting stuff out all week and you weren’t there. All the food in the fridge is out of date.”

“I was locked out – I never had a key. I didn’t ever need one. But the police locked the place when they finished up after… after what happened.”

“You’ve been locked out since she died? But that’s six days ago!”

Watson nodded, then explained, “I slept on the sofa on the back porch. The weather’s been pretty good – well, some of the nights were a bit cool.”

Tammy was stunned. “What about food?”

“There’s fruit trees in the backyard. I’m getting pretty sick of apples, though.”

“That’s all you’ve had to live on for six days?!” Tammy was appalled. “Come on, we’ll go and get dinner – a proper dinner. We’ll get you a key cut for the house, too.”

The sheer gratitude on Watson’s face nearly broke Tammy’s heart. “You mean… you’re letting me stay?”

“Well, I can’t think of any other suitable arrangement at the moment. I’m certainly not going to let you sleep outside!”

It was the teenager’s turn to wrap her arms around Tammy. “Oh, thank you. Thank you! That’s so nice of you. Does this mean we’re going to be sharing?”

“Maybe,” Tammy admitted. “Maybe it does.”

In fact, Tammy hadn’t yet given much thought about what to do with the house she’d inherited – sell it, rent it, or move in herself. She had an apartment of her own, but it was only rented, and the idea of owning a home was very appealing.

But now there was the question of what to do about Watson. She couldn’t put the girl out on the streets; this was a kid who’d already been thrown out once before – by her own parents, no less. On the other hand, her aunt’s house wasn’t big enough to accommodate paying tenants and let Watson stay.

I’ll worry about it later, she told herself. At least this poor kid doesn’t have to sleep rough tonight.

***

The first order of business was Watson’s key, and by the time that task was completed, it was time for dinner.

The restaurant at which they ate wasn’t particularly fancy, but the food was tasty, and the portions generous. Watson couldn’t disguise her hunger, but she didn’t rush the meal, making it a point to savour every mouthful.

By the time Tammy pulled the car into the driveway of her aunt’s house, it was getting late. She handed Watson the new key and waited for the girl to get out of the car.

Watson didn’t move. “I don’t think I can go in there alone.” She turned to Tammy. “Can you please come with me?”

Tammy got out of the car, and they walked to the front door together. She gave Watson a reassuring smile. “Try your key to make sure it works. We’ll have to take it back to the locksmith if it doesn’t.”

Although it was already full dark, the night couldn’t mask the look of relief on Watson’s face as she slipped the key into the lock and the tongue drew back. She swung the door open and slowly stepped inside.

Knowing that Watson would be feeling melancholy, Tammy put her arm around the teenager’s shoulders. She felt a tremble, then the girl leaned against her.

When she felt able to speak without breaking down, Watson turned to Tammy. “Look, I know it’s a lot to ask, ‘cause we’ve only just met and you’ve got your own place and all, but… would you mind staying with me? Just for tonight? I really don’t want to be here by myself.”

Between her aunt’s funeral and the revelations surrounding Watson Cobb, it had been a stressful day. It was late, she was tired, and didn’t much relish the idea of the forty-five minute drive back to her apartment. She’d taken a few days off work to attend to her aunt’s affairs, so there was no need for an early start in the morning.

Tammy was just about ready to agree to the girl’s request when something occurred to her: there was no spare bed. The house had two bedrooms, but the second bedroom had been used for storage.

“It’s okay,” Watson said when Tammy raised the issue. “I’ll sleep in the living room.”

“No,” Tammy firmly stated. “This is your home, so that means it’s your bedroom and your bed.”

“But it’s your house, and that includes everything in it,” Watson pointed out.

“There’s no sofa, only two easy chairs,” Tammy argued. “And you’ve been outside for too long, so you deserve to have the bed.”

For a moment they just stared at each other, each waiting for the other to yield. Neither did.

Watson broke the impasse. “We could, maybe… share? If you’re okay with it, that is. It’s a big bed, so we’d have plenty of room. We wouldn’t have to be close together, and I’ll stay on my side. You can use one of Liz’s nighties.” A hint of colour reached Watson’s cheeks. “If you can find one, that is. She usually didn’t wear them. Neither of us did, actually.”

“I’m fine with sleeping in my undies,” Tammy assured her.

“I will too, then,” Watson declared.

With that decided, the two of them settled in the living room to watch TV and chat. When it was time to turn in for the night they made for the bedroom, self-consciously stripped to their underwear and slipped between the sheets.

No sooner had they wished each other goodnight and turned to face away from each other than Tammy could hear the teenager crying, although she was clearly trying to do it quietly.

Tammy rolled over and reached out, pulling the weeping girl close and holding her until the tears petered out. For a while, she thought the teen had cried herself to sleep, but after a long silence, Watson said quietly, “I’ve never been in this bed without Liz. She never stayed away overnight or went anywhere without me. I loved her s-so much!”

“Are you going to be okay?” Tammy asked.

“I’m… I’m not used to wearing anything in bed. Is it okay if I sleep naked?”

Without waiting for a reply, Watson rolled onto her back, where she unclipped her bra and wriggled out of her panties. Tammy was expecting the girl to settle in once she was nude, but instead, Watson slipped back into her arms.

It was somewhat unnerving to find herself cradling a naked young girl in her arms, but Tammy knew how badly Watson needed to be comforted. She was still somewhat restless, too – even after freeing herself of bra and knickers, the teen continued to fidget restlessly, still pressed into Tammy’s embrace.

Eventually Watson was still, but Tammy was becoming alarmed by her own feelings. She could smell Watson’s natural fragrance, delicate and sweet, and feel the warmth of the girl’s bare skin against her body.

Tammy was enjoying this, more than she ought to. None of the men she’d been with had ever held her like this. Bet I wouldn’t have enjoyed snuggling like this with a bloke anyway, she told herself. For the first time in her life, Tammy found herself wondering what sex with a woman would be like.

Oh, don’t be silly, she scolded herself. I’m not a lesbian. And what does it matter? – I’ve never been that much into sex anyway.

Finally, despite these unsettling thoughts, Tammy managed to drift off to sleep.

She had no idea what the time was when she woke up, but it was still dark outside. Watson was stroking her breast, gently brushing Tammy’s nipple through her bra.

Before Tammy could make a sound of protest, Watson mumbled, “Why’re you wearin’ a bra in bed, Liz?” The teen’s fingers slipped inside Tammy’s bra cup to get at the bare flesh.

Tammy gave a short gasp of surprise at the sudden contact. She began to push Watson’s hand away, but had second thoughts. Was the girl really asleep, or just pretending? Tammy knew she should put a stop to this immediately, but that hand upon her breast felt lovely, and it had an undeniable effect on her.

She was still struggling with this dilemma when Watson suddenly pulled away and rolled onto her back, legs spread wide in apparent invitation.

“I need you, Liz,” the girl whispered, still in the toneless voice of the unwoken. “…Days since we did anything… An’ I’m so hot – f-feel how wet I am.”

Unable to help herself, Tammy let a hand wander to Watson’s lightly-downed vulva. It was wrong, she knew that, but somehow right, too. It even felt… familiar. She wanted this. She’d never stopped wanting this.

That doesn’t make sense, though. I’ve never touched a woman this way. And I don’t know this girl, for God’s sake.

Watson might have been talking in her sleep, but she was absolutely correct about her pussy being wet. Tammy’s finger slipped easily into the teenager’s vagina, and Watson responded with a deep sigh. “Fuck me, Liz. Please.”

Tammy knew she was playing with fire, but couldn’t bring herself to stop. I’m not Aunt Elizabeth, but I can play that part for Watson, can’t I? Poor kid, she needs to be loved so badly. And damn it, I’m enjoying this. 

She’d never done anything sexual with a girl before – or a woman, for that matter – and found herself astonished by how good this felt. It was far more of a thrill than any of her brief experiences with men, that much was certain.

She began to slide her finger in and out of Watson’s cunt, moving cautiously at first.

“Harder!” the sleeping girl demanded.

When Tammy eased a second finger in to accompany the first, Watson began to move her hips in time with the woman’s strokes, moaning in ecstasy. Tammy fucked the girl even more forcefully, intuitively understanding what the girl wanted, as if she’d pleasured her this way many times before. Little wet sounds punctuated each thrust as her arm sawed back and forth. My God, she’s so wet…

“Oh, fuck yeah!” Watson gasped. “Oh, Liz, I’m about to come!”

Seconds later, a choked cry escaped her lips, and she shook violently in the throes of rapture, leaving Tammy shocked, amazed, and very, very turned on.

She gazed in awe at the trembling young woman, seeing as if for the first time how utterly lovely Watson was, feeling a powerful urge to kiss her.

Half-open eyes were peering up at her… then before she knew what was what, Watson firmly shoved her with both hands, rolling a startled Tammy onto her back.

When Watson spoke again, it was clearly Aunt Elizabeth she was addressing. “Your turn, lover.”

Lowering her face, she brought their mouths together. Her tongue ran along Tammy’s lower lip, seeking entry. Without hesitation, Tammy opened her mouth. That was all Watson needed. She immediately thrust her tongue forward, claiming the woman’s mouth in a heated kiss.

Tammy soon found herself meeting the teen’s ardor with everything she had, kissing Watson with a passion she’d never felt for a lover.

Watson’s lips were soft and sweet. And once more, oddly familiar.

With Tammy eagerly responding, Watson ran a hand over her belly, then slipped into her panties.

“You shaved…” the teen murmured. It was the first significant display of emotion in Watson’s voice since this dream-like encounter had begun. “For me, Liz? Oh, wow. I love it.”

Tammy felt a sudden twinge of guilt. Should I be allowing this? She thinks I’m someone else, for God’s sake. We’re making love under false pretenses!

But when Watson’s fingers found her clit, Tammy lost the will to resist. None of her male partners had paid much attention to the clitoris, usually affording it a brief lick or caress as a prelude to what they really wanted. Watson’s approach was completely different, showering Tammy’s joy button with her undivided attention. Whenever she masturbated, Tammy always gave her clit plenty of love, but for the first time somebody else was concentrating on the sensitive bud, and it was like a gift from heaven.

Except it doesn’t feel like the first time, does it? Tammy considered, then shook her head impatiently. Why do I keep thinking I’ve done this before?

Her excitement and arousal continued to mount, but it was only when she was on the brink of orgasm that Tammy begged, “Put your fingers inside me, oh, please…”

Uncertain if the girl even registered what she wanted, Tammy was thrilled when Watson crammed a couple of fingers into her cunt, teasing the clitoris with her thumb just in time to take Tammy over the precipice.

She arched her back as the most amazing climax washed over her. But Watson refused to stop, her fingers working their magic until Tammy writhed through a second orgasm.

Finally, she lay spent, unable to do more than fill her lungs with air. After a moment, Watson’s lips found hers, and Tammy responded with a hungry lover’s kiss, already wanting to pleasure her partner again.

This time, I’ll use my mouth on her. Tammy was surprised how easily that thought had come to her. She’d never seen herself as capable of lesbian sex, much less going down on another woman. Now Tammy longed to pleasure this lovely girl in every way imaginable.

But acute as her desire was, she was exhausted. I’ll just rest a bit, she thought, then quickly drifted into a deep, dreamless slumber.

***

It was late morning when Tammy’s eyes fluttered open. She felt movement beside her, and was awake in an instant. She peered across at Watson, but the girl showed nothing but serenity, gazing back at her with a shy smile.

My God… I think I might be gay, Tammy told herself. Maybe even in love. How the hell did this happen?

“Um, did you sleep okay?” Tammy asked, keeping her voice even, even though her heart was racing.

“Really, really well. I was kinda surprised – I thought I might have trouble sleeping in this bed. You know, because of Liz.”

Tammy said nothing.

“I had a really strange dream, though… super realistic.” Watson blushed before continuing. “Me and Liz… we were together. Making love. It was like she came to me one last time.”

Tammy knew it was better to be truthful and deal with the consequences here and now. “Watson… you were talking in your sleep. And you… well, you thought I was Aunt Elizabeth, and started, er, touching me. I should’ve stopped you, I know. But instead I, I let it happen. And, um, I touched you, and we ended up making love.”

Watson turned pale. “Oh, God… I’m so sorry! I didn’t know what I was doing.”

“Don’t blame yourself,” Tammy told her. “You weren’t in control. I don’t know, maybe I wasn’t either.”

“What do you mean?” Watson asked.

“It sounds crazy, I know, but it seems to me that we might’ve had a – a visitation.”

Watson’s eyes widened in astonishment. “From Liz?”

Tammy nodded. “I think so. I never knew her that well, but… I just didn’t feel like myself last night. And the whole time I was making love to you, I felt as if it had happened before. Many times. Not only that – I’ve never had a lesbian experience before, and yet… Well, let’s just say I knew exactly how to – to give you pleasure.” She could feel her face getting hot. It had always embarrassed her, discussing sex.

“Oh, yeah. You were incredible,” Watson murmured. “I remember that much, at least. So you think Liz wanted that to happen, for you and me to, to fuck? And… oh, wow, I made you come, too! Um… did you enjoy it?”

“It was beautiful,” said Tammy. “Easily the best sexual experience I’ve ever had.” Suddenly feeling constrained by her underthings, she sat up and took off her bra, then made equally short work of the panties. She tossed them both on the carpet, then stretched out, placing a hand on her companion’s hip. “Watson? Would you mind terribly if I was to kiss you?”

With a shaky laugh, Watson said, “I wanted to ask you the same thing.”

“Something tells me it’s what Aunt Liz wants,” Tammy said. “But I think I want it even more.”

Slowly, slowly, the two women came together until their mouths met. Tammy made the kiss a passionate one, her tongue darting between Watson’s parted lips. The teen was quick to respond, pressing the length of her body against Tammy’s.

They kissed for a long while, finally drifting apart. “Oh, Tammy,” the teen whispered, “that was so, so nice.”

“Yeah, it was,” a dazed Tammy replied. “Uh, Watson? I’m not an impulsive person by nature, but I’m in the mood to do something right now that, well, might sound kinda crazy.” She took a deep breath. “I want to get rid of my apartment and move in here.”

“Oh,” Watson said, her brow furrowed slightly. “So I need to find somewhere else to live.”

“No, no – that’s not what I mean!” Tammy was quick to clarify. “What I’m trying to say is, I’d like it very much if you moved in with me.”

Watson’s eyes widened. “You want me t-to live with you?”

Tammy nodded. “In fact… well, I was hoping we could be girlfriends.”

“But you d-don’t even know me!” Watson cried. “Not really. What if I – Look, I might drive you mental in a week! What then?”

“I do know you,” Tammy insisted, twining her arms around the girl’s waist. “Because Aunt Liz knew you. I think she knew somehow that we belonged together, that we could love each other. That’s how I feel – how about you?”

Watson’s response was to burst into tears. “Oh, Tammy!” she sobbed. “I already have those feelings! I liked you right away, b-but it seemed wrong for me to think that, ‘specially at Liz’s funeral.” She fought to calm herself, impatiently brushing the tears away. “Do you think we were supposed to meet that way?”

“I’m starting to think so,” Tammy said. “Maybe my aunt knew how much I needed a real lover in my life. And at the same time, she didn’t want you to be left alone. So, she put us in each other’s path. Or her spirit did. I don’t know, it sounds completely insane now that I say it out loud, but my heart tells me it might just be true.”

For a moment, Watson considered the proposition. “Like a ghost of love,” she murmured. “Do you think we’ll ever get another visit from her?”

“No,” Tammy said, sensing the truth of her words. “Something tells me she won’t be back. But it doesn’t matter, because Aunt Liz did what she needed to do. We have each other now.”

“Oh, my God, yes.” They came together in an impassioned embrace, Watson burying her face in the woman’s sweet-smelling hair. “I love you, Tammy,” she whispered.

“I… I love you too, Watson.” As she spoke, Tammy allowed her lips to brush the teen’s neck. “Know what I’d like to do right now?”

“Hmm? What’s that?”

“Get better acquainted,” Tammy replied, slipping her leg between Watson’s parted thighs. “When we made love last night, you thought it was Aunt Liz touching you. Now, it’s my turn. I want to hear you call out my name when you come.”

“Oh, yes, Tammy,” Watson moaned.

The two lovers slipped easily into each other’s embrace, as if they had known one another all their lives.

 The End