Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By Cassandra Blue

{ This story was originally posted at Lesbian Lolita in March 2005 }

Rhonda gasped as she lost control of her car on the slippery road. She veered off the pavement, over the shoulder, and down into the ditch, where the car finally stopped, lodged in a pile of snow. Rhonda kept her hands on the wheel and leaned forward, taking a breath, resting her head on her hands, waiting for her heart to stop pounding. Great! Now what? But she was alive and in one piece. That didn’t really make up for the fact that she had no cell phone. She was one of a handful of people she knew who had no cell phone, and she had good reasons for not having one, though she couldn’t remember them as she sat in her car, looking out at the winter storm.

Well, if there was any consolation, she was only three or four blocks from her boyfriend Ray’s house. She felt better going there than knocking on some stranger’s door. And she did have a key, just in case he wasn’t home. The problem was getting there. Under different conditions, walking four blocks would have been nothing, but to walk them in this shit! And that was if she could get herself out of the car, out of the ditch, and through the deep snow to the nearest side street without breaking a leg. Rhonda was wearing boots but she was also wearing a dress, and not much in the way of a coat, and she had no gloves. It was also dark outside, and she hoped she wouldn’t get hit by some other poor soul sliding off the road.

There was nothing she could do but try, so the thirty-five-year-old woman shut off her engine, put her keys in her purse, buttoned up her coat, and opened her door. The icy gust hit her, stinging her everywhere there was bare skin, as she left the car. She climbed out, shut the door, and looked up through the blinding snow at the road. No one had stopped, was stopping, or was going to stop. Fuck you all, she said, between trembling lips. She found her footing and trudged though the snow, sinking in past her boots so that the snow stung her through her pantyhose. She was freezing anyway, so it didn’t matter. The gust was so strong, she might as well have been naked. She found her way to the first side-street, a walk of about fifty yards, and she at last found pavement under her feet. Stomping to get the snow off her boots and legs, she then, with eyes tearing from the cold, started the careful walk toward Ray’s house.

*****

Her black hair was long, like a cloak about her shoulders and down her back. Her t-shirt was black and her jeans were black and her feet were bare, with the toenails painted black.

Her face was dark with full, coral-red lips speaking into the cordless phone as she lay on the couch in high lamplight, petite and slender, all of fourteen years old, nearly fifteen. Her name was Kathryn.

“My dad called a while ago,” she said into the phone. “He’s stuck in Indy for the night. He got a hotel room. Leaves me here all by myself. Don’t suppose there’s any way you can get over here in this fucking snow, is there? Well, I can think about you, right? Are you cozy? I wish I was there, or you were here. Oh, you know I would. I’m getting hot just thinking about it.” Her jeans were already unbuttoned, and Kathryn slipped her hand down inside the front of them, pressing her fingers against the warm and wetness inside her panties. “Oh, yeah, it’s hot, Robbie, like a blue flame…”

The doorbell rang, startling Kathryn, but she easily recovered, getting up off the couch and moving to the railing of the stairs that led to the front door. “Someone’s at the fucking door, Robbie. I don’t know, baby, but I’ll keep you on the line in case it’s some sort of vicious serial killer, okay?” She laughed, stepping down to the door and looking out through the small windows that flanked the doorway. “Shit, it’s Rhonda.”

Rhonda was just going for her keys when the door opened and she stood, her blonde hair dishevelled, covered with snow from head to toe, shivering, and Kathryn opened the storm-door for her. Rhonda stepped into the warm house and hugged herself. Rhonda closed the door behind herself as Ray’s daughter stepped quickly back up the stairs.

“Listen, Robbie, I gotta go,” Kathryn said softly. “I don’t know, but she’s got icicles hanging off of her. Yeah, I love you, too.” Kathryn hit the off button and set the phone down and turned to Rhonda. “Hi, Rhonda. What happened? Couldn’t make it home?”

“I went off the road into a ditch,” Rhonda told her, and the girl’s smile faded. “I walked all the way.”

“Oh, shit,” Kathryn said. “Well, take off your coat and boots and come on up.”

“Where’s your dad?”

“Stuck in Indianapolis for the night.”

“I didn’t think you’d be here,” Rhonda said. She walked up the stairs and met Kathryn at the top. Rhonda was a petite woman herself, and the two were eye to eye as the young girl handed her a towel.

“It’s my dad’s weekend. My school’s two blocks away, so I just walked here.”

“Thanks for the towel,” Rhonda said, drying her hair with it. “God, what a storm, huh?”

“Yeah. You okay?”

“Now that I’m here. Can I get a phone book and use your phone?”

“Be my guest.”

*****

The kitchen was warm. Kathryn, or “Kat” to her friends and family, set a cup of coffee in front of Rhonda.

“It’s too bad they can’t get to your car until late,” Kat said, “but just the same, it’s okay with me if you hang out here for the night.”

“Really? I didn’t think you liked me.”

“Oh, that bullshit’s for my dad’s benefit. He takes me every other weekend and expects us to be best friends. But I like you just fine. You talk to me like a person. Want something a little stronger in your coffee?”

“Like what?”

“Bourbon. That’s what I’m putting in mine.”

“Kat!”

“Why not? It’s not like I’m a teenage alky or anything like that. You want some or not?”

“Yeah,” Rhonda smiled. “Why not?”

Kat poured out some of Rhonda’s coffee and tipped the bottle of bourbon over the cup. She poured some in her own cup and then stirred both. She brought them to the table and sat down close to Rhonda. They each took a healthy sip.

“Mmmm,” Rhonda said, “that’s a good feeling.”

“Yes, it is. So, what do you want to do tonight? I can cook a frozen pizza, we can each take a hot bath, and we can take our drinks out to the TV and watch a movie.”

“Sounds great, but I’ve got no clothes.”

“You’d fit in mine, I’m sure.”

“I’d feel funny doing that. Do you have anything less ‘goth’?”

“I have a silky nightgown and robe that I’ve never worn, some shit my dad bought me to be more lady-like. I don’t even wear nightgowns. I sleep in the nude.” Rhonda laughed and shook her head. She could already feel a little buzz from the spiked coffee. Kat got up and turned on the oven and took a pizza out of the freezer. “Sausage and mushroom okay?”

“Sure,” Rhonda smiled.

*****

Fed, bathed and dry, wearing Kat’s nightgown and robe and sitting very comfortably in one corner of the couch, Rhonda took a sip of her drink, still bourbon but the coffee had been traded in for Sprite. She was buzzed, but better for having eaten. Kat was still in her black clothes, sitting at the other end of the couch. They were watching “Fried Green Tomatoes,” but not watching very closely. They were enjoying each other’s company, talking about the movie, about the characters, and about other things.

“Are you warm enough?” Kat asked Rhonda. “I could get you a blanket.”

“I’m fine, sweetie,” Rhonda said. “You sure are nice to be with. I can’t remember the last time I felt so relaxed with someone.”

“I like being with you too,” Kat said. “It makes up for the fact that my girlfriend Robbie couldn’t come over tonight. I woulda been all by myself.”

“How about boyfriends? You have one?”

“No. I’m really not into boys… I mean, not right now.”

“Healthy attitude. No need to rush into all that stuff.”

Kat looked down at her black toenails. She looked over at Rhonda. The woman was very pretty. She looked very attractive in the nightgown and robe her legs were shapely and smooth. She smiled, her dark eyes widening a bit, and then she bit her lip.

“Rhonda, can you keep a secret?”

“Sure.”

“You aren’t one of those ‘holier than thou’ people, are you? You’re pretty open-minded, right?”

“I like to think so. What is it?”

“Um… I don’t know if I’ll ever be into boys. I mean, I… I like girls.”

A warm tingle crept over Rhonda’s body as she sat looking at Kat. It was not a reaction she would have ever expected from herself, a giddy sort of feeling, in a way aroused by the thought of this young girl kissing another girl.

“You mean, you’re attracted to… girls?”

“Yes, and I’ve… I’ve been with a girl, too. My girlfriend Robbie and I, we’re lovers.”

“Hm, and how long has this been going on?”

“Since we were twelve, but before that, really. I mean, I remember us touching each other when we were nine. One of us would close our eyes and the other would pretend to be the boy, and then, after a while, we just stopped pretending.” Kat sat very quiet then. “Well, Rhonda, what do you think?”

“I think…” Rhona sighed, “I’m pretty buzzed.”

“Yeah? And I think you’re pretty… pretty.”

Rhonda, in the middle of a sip, choked a little, but recovered.

“Oh, yeah?”

“As a matter of fact, I think you’re beautiful.”

Rhonda blushed like a schoolgirl, and shifted a little bit on her seat, feeling tingly and uneasy. She smiled, not knowing what to say.

“I’m sorry,” Kat said. “I’m making you uncomfortable.”

“No, Kat,” Rhonda said. “I’m just buzzed and you’re taking me by surprise. But you’re so dammed honest, I like it. You just say what you’re thinking. That’s hard for most people. It’s hard for me.”

“Well, I’m going to take my hot bath now,” Kat said. “Would you like to keep me company in the bathroom, or are you into the movie?” Kat looked into Rhonda’s widened blue eyes. “I’d close the shower curtain.”

“Um, yeah, I’ll come and keep you… keep you company.”

*****

Rhonda sat on the toilet seat, sipping her drink as Kat moved about in the tub inside the shower curtain. She could see the faint outline of the young girl through the semi-transparent plastic.

“Rhonda, would you do me a favor and wash my back?”

Rhonda sat very still, holding her glass and blinking her eyes. She turned and set down the drink by the sink and moved to kneel on the floor, pulling back the curtain. Her eyes clouded over as she looked upon the sight before her, Kat reclining in the tub, the front of her beautiful young naked body completely in view. Rhonda stared in awe of Kat. She could not avert her gaze. It was strong, the desire to look. The light reddish-brown skin, so smooth and perfect, so even about the girl’s shapely body, was breath-taking. Kat smiled.

“You know, I wasn’t really ready, Rhonda,” she said. She sat up and leaned forward, handing Rhonda the soap. Rhonda took the bar and began to soap the girl’s silky-smooth back. “So, Rhonda,” Kat said softly, “do you think I’m pretty?”

“You are…” Rhonda said, hesitating, “the most beautiful sight I have ever seen.”

“Wow. That’s quite a thing to say.”

Both woman and girl were silent as Rhonda washed Kat’s back, then Kat lay back in the water and Rhonda remained there, staring once again, her eyes on the girl’s breasts, small but with big, dark nipples, stiff from the reaction of water and air. She started to hand back the soap, but Kat did not reach for it. Instead, she allowed herself to float just above the surface of the water.

“Wash my front, too?” Kat smiled gently. “It’s so much nicer when someone else does it.”

Rhonda hesitated, but finally reached over and began to soap up the girl’s neck, shoulders, and then moved lower, closing on on the girl’s pert little tits. She soaped them up, trying to pretend it was just business as usual, but all the while feeling a strong tingle between her legs, one that she tried to stifle but would not go away. It was something she had not felt for a long time, that tingle. Never with Ray, never without her pussy being touched.

“Use your hands, not just the soap,” Kat said softly.

Rhonda looked into Kat’s dark eyes. They seemed to see right in to hers and through them, to her thoughts. She set aside the soap and wet her hands and placed them on the girl’s breasts, rubbing the soap all around. The nipples pressed against her palms as she basically was fondling Kat’s beautiful young tits, the soap only a buffer to kid herself that she was only bathing the girl. Reaching for the soap, she began to lather the girl’s flat brown tummy and then dropped the soap, her hands trembling suddenly.

“What’s wrong?”

“You’d better do the rest yourself,” Rhonda smiled, laughing it off. “Don’t want to… um… go too far…”

“And what would be wrong with that?” Kat asked her, taking the woman’s hand and pressing it to her own cheek, caressing it.

“You’re fourteen years old, and I’m thirty-five. I shouldn’t even be bathing you. I mean, you’re not a young child.”

“No,” Kat smiled, “I’m not.”

Rhonda got up off the floor, feeling a little dizzy, and picked up her drink. She turned to the door and opened it.

“If you want to be with me tonight,” Kat said, “if you change your mind, just light the candles on the coffee table and turn out the light. If you don’t, that’s okay.”

Rhonda turned, still trembling, and gazed upon the beautiful young body. She watched Kat soap herself between the legs and watched the girl’s shapely brown legs stretch, toes pressed to the tiles at either side of the faucet.

“You know, tonight could be beautiful,” Kat said tenderly, “and no one ever has to know.”

Rhonda slipped out into the hallway and eased the door closed. She stood in the hallway and looked down into her glass. She walked to the kitchen and put the glass in the sink. She took her cup from earlier in the evening and filled it with coffee. She took the cup with her to the living room, sat down on the couch, and looked at the candles that stood at either end of the coffee table. On the TV, the movie was still going. Blanche was on the bed, dying, and Idgie was telling that story about the ducks taking the frozen lake with them to the next county.

A tear ran down Rhonda’s cheek. She reached for her purse and looked inside. She found a book of matches. She struck one and lit it and reached for the first candle, setting the wick aflame.

Continue on to Part Two