Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

You’re Not My Girlfriend

By Pretty Pink Taco

I reached down below my stomach and placed a firm hold on my clit, rubbing it rhythmically as I humped against her body.

“Oh, Sammy, keep sucking baby… Yeah, like that… A little harder… Oh, yes, baby, yes!” I had lost complete control of my body, my thoughts, my moans, my only focus was on cumming.

“Jen–” she started to detach herself from my nipple.

“Don’t stop!” I shoved it back in her mouth and pressed her to me as I rubbed with the other hand. “Fuuuck,” I moaned, feeling rush of adrenaline build in my clitoris and exploding throughout my body. I felt my heart beating out of my chest, I couldn’t even breathe properly as I collapsed beside her, huffing and puffing against the bed.

“Jenna, are you okay?”

“Yeah,” I laughed to myself nervously, “I’m going to hell for this.”

“You said the F word,” she giggled, “Can we watch Cartoon Network?”

“Oh, god,” I groaned, putting my hand on my face and burying my head into the pillow beside me.

“Or we don’t have to maybe. What do you want to watch?” she asked sweetly.

“Let’s watch Cartoon Network,” I said monotonously, lifting my head and smirking at her. “Let me put some clothes on first.” I got up and left her room as she turned on her television from bed. After I was dressed, I got back into bed with her and she immediately rested her head on my shoulder while we watched cartoons.

“Jenna, are you still my girlfriend?” she asked. I grabbed her plump little ass cheek and kissed the top of her head.

“Of course.”

***

I didn’t realize when Scott came home a few hours later. Samantha and I had fallen asleep watching cartoons. Part of me was scared because the door was wide open when I woke up and Samantha had no bikini top on and my hand was resting on her bottom.

“Daddy, daddy!” Samantha leaped into his arms when we saw him in the kitchen.

“Hey!! Where are your clothes?” he laughed.

“I have to take a bath.”

“You do, you’re smelly,” he sniffed around her neck playfully making her giggle uncontrollably.

“We’re going out to the movies tonight,” she told him.

“Oh, yeah? Who is we?”

“Me and Jenna.”

“Ahh. Okay, good,” he sighed with relief, “I’m going out tonight.”

“We’re going to get dressed up, Jenna says.”

“Oh yeah? That’s fancy!” Scott looked at his expensive watch and then at me, still carrying Samantha in his arms. “Hey Jenna, why don’t you go take a break or something before tonight. I’ll be home until 9 or so. Not sure when you planned to take Sammy out.”

“Oh, me neither. I’ll check movie times. Maybe 7 or so?” I realized I mimicked his words.

“Cool! Go get take a bath, I need to shower and take a nap before tonight.”

***

Scott let me borrow his Acura for the night. I was surprised he was serious about me being able to use it. Thankfully, the shopping center that had several restaurants, as well as the mall and a movie theatre was less than 5 miles away. I wore a plain black dress with some blue flats and Samantha had a pretty tea style pink and green dress with wide stripes on the skirt. I put a bit of makeup on around my eyes and glossed my lips. When we pulled into the parking garage I felt a little nervous about what we would do, I had no idea what to talk to her about during dinner.

“Sammy?” I leaned over and puckered my lips for a kiss in the car; thankfully the windows were tinted. She eagerly placed her hand on the center console and boosted herself up to join mine. “Mhh. Again?” I asked and she kissed me some more, opening her mouth for my tongue. I cupped her chin and we continued to kiss like two lovers, I knew it would be a few hours before I was able to touch her again. She didn’t want to pull away, but I timed dinner so that we’d make the movie. “Ready?” I asked, finally pulling away. She nodded with a big smile.

When we stepped out the car she immediately took my hand, it was a little strange at first. I thought everyone knew of all of the inappropriate things I was doing to this little girl, but no one seemed to even glance. Holding the hand of a child was a normal thing most people did, I realized. During dinner, we mostly talked about the menu and her friends back home and her friends at school.

“What do you want to be when you grow up?” I asked her.

“Uhhm, I don’t know,” she looked down at her plate, “Maybe I want to do what my dad does?”

“Do you know what he does?”

“Not really,” she shook her head.

“Your dad has a lot of girlfriends?” I asked curiously, remembering the picture of the hot blonde on his cellphone.

“Yeah, he does. He kisses them.”

“Oh, yeah? You’ve seen them?”

“Yeah,” she giggled and blushed a little.

“Were you peeking on him?” I teased her, and she nodded, taking another bite of her dessert. “Do you care if we see a grown up movie?”

“No, is that what you want?”

“Yeah, all of the other movie times have passed or sold out,” I lied, looking at my phone for the time.

The theatre was a bit chilly and as soon as we walked in Samantha said she had to use the bathroom.

“Come with me, Jenna?” she tugged my arm.

“I’m here, I’ll be right here waiting for you, go ahead,” I told her. A mother of two girls who was standing nearby glanced at us.

“Please?” she begged.

“My little one doesn’t like going in by herself either, you should go with her,” the mom told me empathetically before she left. I nodded and followed Samantha into the stall. As soon as the door closed behind us I rushed to her little mouth and gave her a quiet tongue kiss, making my heart race incredibly fast.

“OK, hurry up,” I said a little loudly so that no one would get suspicious. She raised her big skirt, pulled down her panties and sat on the toilet seat.

“Watch me,” she whispered, “Watch me pee.” I lowered my head and looked around the bathroom for any feet in the other stalls. There was no one else in there. I helped her lift her skirt a bit in the front with one hand and got my first glimpse of her smooth bald pussy. She had no visible slit from my angle, but I was craving to touch it. I touched my own covered pussy with the other hand under my skirt. Suddenly, a stream of clear yellow fluid flowed into the toilet. My clit was throbbing at the sight of her little pussy flex slightly while she peed. I never thought I’d ever find urine to be sexy, but I was ready and willing to lick the fresh piss off her little girl cunt.

“Get some toilet paper, come on,” I said to her. She grabbed a few sheets and wiped herself dry.

“You go,” she told me.

“But, I don’t have to go.”

“Go!!” she whined, followed by a devilish giggle. All of a sudden, a huge influx of people marched through the door, it has sounded like a movie had just let out. There were so many stalls in this bathroom, we were somewhere in the middle.

“Okay!” I whispered to her nervously. I didn’t know what was happening or why I was about to expose myself to this little girl so publicly. I pulled down my panties and lifted my dress up over my hips as a squatted over the toilet seat.

“Why don’t you sit?” she asked me. I found sitting on public toilets to be so disgusting.

“Sshh!”

She squatted down to get a better view of my pussy, as she did I spread my lips apart with two fingers, giving her full visual access. She watched in awe as I started to pee into the toilet and my face turned red with embarrassment. The bathroom was so loud with people flushing toilets and chattering about, no one heard the multiple tongue kisses I gave her.

“Ready?” I asked her and she nodded.

We went to see a romantic comedy that had gotten terrible reviews and was in its last week of viewing at the theatre, so I knew the theatre would be nearly empty. 15 minutes into the movie, Samantha was already restless.

“It’s cold in here,” she complained, “Can we get ice cream later?”

“Sshhh!” I whispered to her quietly, holding a finger to my lips. The theatre really was empty, we sat all the way in the back row at a far end corner.

“Jenna!” Samantha whispered a few minutes later.

“What!” I whispered back, tersely.

“I want to sit on your lap,” she looked at me and grinned. I looked around the theatre, the closest people were 5 rows ahead of us and in the middle. I rolled my skirt up my lap, exposing my thighs and cotton blue panties.

“Come,” I patted my lap and she quickly jumped up from her seat and onto my thigh. I pulled the bottom of her dress up so that her skin would touch my skin and I felt her tiny covered pussy crash against my thigh. She rocked herself back and forth on my thigh for a bit before I pulled her toward me more, her plump ass against my lap, panty to panty. “You have to be quiet now, okay?” I told her, she nodded. She started to rub herself against my lap while I leaned back and pushed my pussy up toward her ass. We sat there, grinding on each other while the others watched the dumb movie.

“Can we go?” she whined after 10 minutes, “I’m tired.” I sighed deeply, I had never been so annoyed and horny at the same time.

“Fine,” I lifted her off my lap and on to her feet. “Let’s go,” I took a hold of her hand and lead her out of the theatre quickly and quietly. Maybe it was a good idea to leave, going back to her house would be more private.

“Are you mad at me?” Samantha asked quietly as we rode down the escalator of the giant movie theatre. Her question did take me by surprise, I supposed I was being a bit short with her.

“Haha, no. You little brat,” I yanked her arm and pulled her into me for a big hug. There were lots of people there, no one was watching us, nobody cared. Who could ever imagine that a young teenage girl was having a somewhat sexual relationship with an eight year girl? Still, I wanted to avoid people I knew from school or from the pool. “Ready for ice cream?”

****

“Jenna!” a familiar voice called out to me while we waited in line at Cold Stone Creamery. I turned to find Amber’s warm face, smiling and waving from the small tables. She was with a group of boys from my school. Before I could wave back, she started to walk over. Her light colored, soft, skin-tight jeans hugged her hips and thighs perfectly and her casual top was short enough to expose her belly ring and low-cut enough to show off the tops of her gorgeous breasts. If only she weren’t walking over to me, not right now. “I never see you out!” she said when she got near.

“Yeah,” I looked at the ground bashfully. I noticed her toenails were now painted. The boys at the table became loud and rowdy with laughter as they talked and joked about.

“God, they can be such beasts,” she laughed, “Fucking childish.”

“Jenna?” Samantha tugged on my arm, zapping me back into reality.

“Oh! Hey, buddy!” Amber said in a high pitched voice at Samantha, like she did to all the children at the pool. “You guys are dressed up! What are you on a date or something?” she laughed. This was probably the worst scenario I could imagine.

“Hi,” Samantha responded to her quietly and then looked up at me, “Can we go pick what we want?”

“You can go up there and see what flavors there are. I have to wait in line. Go ahead,” I nudged her. Once Samantha was out of earshot, I turned back to Amber and explained nervously, “My parents are celebrating a promotion at work. Mr. Price needed someone to watch her tonight, so they said it was OK to bring her along. They’re both waiting for us in the parking lot.”

“Hey, you should come to my birthday thing next week– Friday. It will be at Rio Lounge,” she told me, practically ignoring everything I had said. It took a lot for me to come up with that lie on the fly.

“Isn’t that a nightclub?”

“Yeah, it’s Teen Night,” she said, “I reserved a section for my party. Wanna come? I can add you to the VIP list.”

“Friday?” I pretended to think, but I couldn’t with her golden cleavage in my face. “Alright.”

“Awesome,” she smiled, “Ah, it’s your turn. I’ll see ya at work.”

“Oh, you too. Bye,” I said awkwardly, not able to finish my sentence before she walked away. She always made me so tongue tied and act like a complete idiot. She waved to us again on our way out, I couldn’t wave back because I was holding my cup, but I nodded– with a shy smile.

“Do you like Amber?” I asked Samantha as we ate our ice creams on a bench near the parking lot.

“I don’t know. She’s okay,” Samantha shrugged.

“I think she’s pretty,” I thought outloud.

“You do? Everybody thinks she’s pretty. I don’t think she’s that pretty,” her eyebrows became furrowed and she stared at her ice cream long and hard.

“I think you’re prettier,” I told her, trying to change the topic. I leaned over and kissed her cheek, but it didn’t seem to change her face much. As we got in the car, I had noticed Samantha had grown quieter and I wasn’t sure why. I almost asked her but I didn’t like people bugging me when I needed space. After I strapped her in next to me, I began to pull my own seatbelt.

“Do you want Amber to be your girlfriend instead of me because she’s a big girl?” she asked me very frankly. I felt nervous, as if I got caught doing something wrong.

“What? No, Sam.”

“You stare at her like my Daddy stares at her,” she pouted, she didn’t look at me, only forward at the glove compartment.

“Look at me,” I leaned over to her and she stared, disinterested, “Don’t be sad. You are so beautiful and nice and smart and the best kisser. That’s why you’re my girlfriend and no one else.” She saw the sincerity in my eyes and kissed me. I took her tongue in slowly, tasting the sweetness of the ice cream that still clung to her lips. “Mhhh, stick your tongue all the way out,” I instructed her. When she did, I flicked and sucked on her tongue, making her giggle.

“Can I do it to you?” she asked and waited for my tongue to come out. She licked and sucked on it as well, bobbing her head and suckling on it like she would a huge nipple.

“Ready to head back?” I asked her. She nodded with a smile. My cellphone buzzed suddenly, in my bag. “It’s probably your dad,” I said, reaching for my purse. It was Amber.

Amber: Jake thinks you’re cute.

Me: LOL

Amber: Do you like him? He’s breathing down my neck right now reading this.

I never replied and drove us back to Scott’s place. I had no idea what to say.

“Can you tie my hair like yours?” Samantha asked me back at Scott’s place. It was a bit past 11pm and we were both in our bikinis about to step into the hot tub. I had just tied my hair in a messy bun at the top of my head to keep my hair dry.

“Your hair is so long and pretty,” I said as I tied it for her. She had much thicker hair than I did, I had always wanted to have lots of thick hair.

I got in first and then helped her in. She immediately clung to me, wrapping her arms around my neck and legs around my torso.

“Jenna,” she whispered, and pressed her forehead on mine and our noses touched. It was amazing how instantly she’d turn me on. I didn’t react, I wanted to see what she’d do. Her green eyes were dark and pupils very dilated. Our breathing increased as both our mouths were parted due to the hot steam coming up from the water. She rubbed her nose on my nose slowly and eventually touched her lips on mine. Our tongues joined naturally, slowly and passionately as I felt my insides burning with desire for her. She eventually moved one arm from around my neck and trailed it clumsily down my chest and over my black bikini top. I pulled on the string around her neck and her top fell in front of her revealing her tiny nipples. I immediately latched on to the right one, rolling over the little bump with my tongue several times before switching to the left. I pulled away to look at her, her lips were plump and pink and as she panted and looked at me with those beautiful eyes. I rushed a kiss on her like before but a little more sloppily. She placed both hands at the tops of my breasts and squeezed them.

“Take it off,” I whispered and she pushed my triangle top to the sides, letting my breasts pop out. I moved the both of us over to a corner seat of the hot tub and moved my leg between hers as I sat. She rubbed herself up and down my thigh as she bent forward to suck on my hard, wet nipples. It’s amazing she knew what to do– at least what I wanted her to do. Maybe she had wanted it too.

“Like that?” she asked with a smirk, removing herself from my nipple for a half second before sucking it again. I leaned my head back and closed my eyes, arching my back and pushing my breast further into her mouth.

“Yeah, just like that,” I moaned as I began to relax, rubbing my clit over my bikini bottom as the jets from the hot tub massaged my back.

“It feels good?” she asked. I realized she was copying what the two women were saying in the “girlfriends” porn video. I decided to play along with her.

“Mhhh, yes it feels so good, baby,” I would have almost felt silly saying it, but hearing the words come out of my mouth made me hornier.

We suddenly heard the sound of the sliding glass door opening with the voice of a woman laughing and talking to someone. I quickly put my bikini triangles back over my nipples.

“Fix your top!” I whispered to Samantha, sloppily tying her own little top back around her neck from where it hanged. We separated quickly in the water as we looked to see who would appear.

“Hello, my darling Sammy!” a very sexy, tan, blonde woman with huge fake boobs shouted in a Russian accent, blowing kisses into the air.

“Katya!” Samantha waved at her. Scott followed behind and placed his hand around her waist and then trailed it down to her hip and gave her ass a squeeze. The woman jumped up and giggled. She had on a neon yellow micro bikini and her hair was was so blonde it almost looked white against her very tanned skin.

“Hello ladies,” Scott smiled at us before getting into the hot tub and taking a seat across from us. My eyes were fixed on Katya, I couldn’t stop staring at her. She pulled her strings off her top and tossed it aside before stepping in herself. I had never seen breasts so round and fake up close– only in porn movies. Scott stood up to help her in, like a gentleman.

“Why’d you take your top off? My kid’s here,” I heard him say to her. I looked at Samantha who looked at me and giggled.

“It doesn’t matter,” she smiled nonchalantly. Her body was tight and toned and I couldn’t keep my eyes off her enormous breasts.

“Hi, Samantha,” she moved across the tub and gave Samantha a peck on the lips. Samantha seemed to have done it before, she knew it was coming.

“That’s Jenna, Sammy’s uh– friend,” he told her. I wondered if he just didn’t want to say “babysitter” for Samantha’s sake or “girlfriend” for my sake.

“Mhh, hi, Jenny,” she moved over to me and leaned in with puckered lips. I closed my eyes instinctively and held my breath, feeling suddenly anxious to have this woman’s mouth on mine. The kiss was a little wet because her lips were slightly parted when they touched mine. Maybe I imagined it, but it seemed to linger a bit longer than Samantha’s kiss. I had no way of telling because by the time I opened my eyes she was already walking back toward Scott.

“We won’t be here long,” Scott said to me almost apologetically, “I didn’t know you guys were out here.”

“Scooaahtt!” Katya whined in her accent and pressed her tits to his chin. He grabbed her waist and pulled her down to his lap and she shrieked loudly with laughter. She wrapped her arms around his neck and started to whisper something.

“I love it when you talk Russian to me,” he muttered between his teeth before grabbing the back of her head and planting a sloppy kiss on her mouth.

I realized I was probably staring a little too hard and averted my eyes to the water and then to Samantha on my left who looked at me and smiled. She was so beautiful with her bright eyes and pretty smile. I wished I was her for a second, to be so sexually aware at such a young age and surrounded by beautiful women who walked around naked and kissed me. I wished I was just half as beautiful as she was as well, to have people stare everywhere I went and picture me naked. But then I remembered that the beautiful little creature was all mine– my girlfriend. I reached out for her hand under the water and she took it eagerly. Eventually, she moved a little more closely to me and I put my hand on her small thigh. She looked at me and I looked at her, I wanted to kiss her so badly. Kiss her the way Scott kissed Katya– openly and unafraid of repercussions or judgment and just completely free to feel the way I feel.

“Want to know a secret?” I asked her quietly, leaning in. She waited eagerly for the words. I covered my mouth with one hand and licked her soft skin below her ear, feeling a sudden rush knowing that at any moment Scott could turn his face and catch me seducing his eight year old daughter. I licked her some more and then sucked on her earlobe for a split second before pulling away.

“I’ll tell you a secret,” she said to me and tried to do the same thing, except her licks were sprinkled with giggles.

“Okay, okay,” I said, laughing. I glanced at Katya and Scott and it looked as if she were touching him beneath the water.

“Let’s go to bed,” he smiled at her with a wink. Oh, how I envied him. I wanted Katya’s tits in my face, kissing me and whispering Russian nothings in my ear. She stood up again, her entire body glistening. “Goodnight, girls,” Scott said to us as he stood and headed for the steps.

“Oh, goodnight, Samantha,” Katya moved to Samantha and pressed her lips to hers again quickly in short multiple kisses, “Mwah, mwah, mwah!”

“Goodnight, Jaime,” she turned to me. Scott was already out of the hot tub.

“She’s Jenna!” Samantha laughed.

“Ohh, I’m sorry! Jenny, Jenny,” she smiled and made her way over to me in what seemed like slow motion. This time I left my eyes open and parted my lips slightly, making our lips miss and her top lip fell between my wet inner lips. Our eyes locked the entire time, her eyes were a pale, light blue, like a Siberian Husky’s. Suddenly, I felt something rub me quickly in an upward motion on my pussy making me gasp. Katya smiled devilishly and I was frozen– breathless.

“You’re not going to drip all over the bed like last time,” Scott appeared with an open robe.

“I can’t promise that,” she laughed and left the tub. Scott had her in a complete trance. He held the robe open until she slipped her hot body in and then lifted her off her feet and covered her face with kisses, making her laugh loudly all the way inside the house before it went suddenly silent.

“She’s your dad’s girlfriend?” I asked Samantha, curiously.

“No. That’s just Katya. His girlfriend is– not so nice,” she told me.

“Oh.”

“Did you like her, too?” she asked. Her mild jealousy and possessiveness of me was a little cute.

“Nah– she was a little annoying,” I lied, “Ready to go inside?”

“Awww, no. Let’s stay a little longer?” she begged, “Please?”

“Alright,” I pulled her over to me with a smirk.

***

Later that evening before putting her to bed, I told Samantha we couldn’t really do anything because I was too worried with her dad being home. Which was partially true, but also because Scott and Katya left his bedroom door halfway open with sounds of sex echoing throughout the house and I was eager to have a look.

By the time I left Samantha’s room, the sounds had stopped– I had missed it. I didn’t want to risk getting caught in Samantha’s room, so I decided to grab and soda from the fridge before heading home.

“Have you eaten that little girl’s pussy yet?” Katya appeared suddenly in the dark kitchen, completely naked.

“What?” my heart raced. Was she watching us outside in the hot tub? Or maybe when I was putting Samantha to bed? Had Samantha said something to Scott?

“It’s okay,” she said in her accent, “My older sister showed me how to eat pussy when she was your age. You’re like thirteen? Fourteen?”

“Fifteen,” I said quietly, holding the right side of the French fridge doors open, it was the only light we had other than the hallway light out past the living room. I didn’t dare correct her to say that I was turning Sixteen at the end of the year. I knew I didn’t look my age.

“Mhh,” she purred, looking at me up and down. I was still in my black bikini. She made me so nervous I couldn’t even get turned on. Not even because her pussy was waxed completely bald like a little girl’s or because of the incredibly sexy look in her eye. “I asked Scott if we could play with you and he said you’re off-limits. Then he called me ‘sick’ and fucked me,” she laughed. I just stood there, listening intently as she began to walk toward me slowly. “His little girl has a crush on you or something he says. If I had a sweet girl around your age spending time with me, I’d have a lot of fun with her.”

Now I was beginning to get aroused.

“What did Scott say?” I asked shyly, my voice cracking a bit.

“You don’t want Scott, do you?” she moved closer to me and I shook my head immediately. “No, of course not. You want that young pussy in bed. You like girls, right?” she asked. I shook my head again.

“N-no, I–”

“You’re a liar,” she smiled, “It’s okay. I don’t like girls either.” She pressed her body against mine as I walked back toward the counter– letting the fridge door close on its own. I could smell the alcohol and cigarettes on her breath and it was a bit arousing. My breathing became deeper and my head felt light. “You want me to kiss you,” she told me, locking eyes with me and not looking away. She pushed her large, fake breasts against mine and leaned her face in very near. “You want me to kiss you,” she said again, getting a little closer, her parted lips and mine danced dangerously within an inch of each other. “Tell me you want me to kiss you,” she whispered more tenderly, “Say it.” She stuck her tongue out and very gently brushed my bottom lip with the tip for a split second. I couldn’t resist any longer, I wanted her so badly. I wanted her tongue in my mouth and mine in hers. “Tell me. Tell me what you want,” she trailed a finger down my neck and to my chest. My lips were burning for her.

“Kiss me,” I huffed, barely a whisper. She immediately cracked a smile and dropped to her knees, pulling my bottoms down on the way swiftly and almost instinctively finding her tongue to my clit. “W-wait, no, don’t,” I tried to speak but couldn’t, it was too late. She attached herself in a way that wouldn’t come off. She didn’t take breaths for air or stopped to look at it after some licks like they did in porn movies, she just sucked and sucked harder each second. The indirect pressure of her lips on my clit made it throb, I had never been kissed or touched there before– at least not directly. Small whimpers escaped my mouth and my hand that was trying to push her away a moment ago was now stroking her hair. She lifted one of my legs up and rested it on her shoulder, getting her angled access to my vaginal opening. “Ooooh,” I moaned, it was the best feeling I had ever had. For a split second she used her tongue to lap up the wetness that was forming at my pussy before going back up to my clit. I knew that if she had sucked on it even for as half as long as she had, I wouldn’t have lasted much longer. “Ahh, ahh, ahhhh!” I had lost all control of the sounds coming out of my mouth. My clit tingled in a way that seemed like a bottle-neck of nerves.

“Katya, what the fuck!” The lights suddenly turned on in the kitchen and Scott stood there, staring at us in boxer-briefs. At that very moment, I hated him. I hated him because he made her pull away from my aching pussy and look at him. I hated him because he stopped the first ever close-to-orgasm another person had ever given me. I hated him because he had all the time in the world to be with her and now she would go back to him again– for his disposal. As much as I hated him, I was embarrassed and completely mortified. As soon as Katya stood up, I pulled up my bikini bottom.

“What?! She liked it!” Katya exclaimed loudly, with a small smirk on her face.

“You’re trying to get me fucking arrested or sued or something?” he shouted. As she walked out the kitchen Scott gave her a hard smack on her ass and she laughed, darting off into the bedroom.

“Jenna, I’m so, so sorry,” he looked at me sympathetically. I couldn’t look him in the eyes, instead I just looked at the floor near his feet. He had looked more nervous than I felt. “Take a day off to yourself tomorrow or something, I’ll stay here with Sam all day,” he said. I nodded silently. “I’m really sorry about her and everything,” he sighed deeply. “I’m just gonna go now. Night, Jenna.”

I came that night thinking about Samantha on my tits and Katya on my clit, it was the hardest orgasm I had had yet.

***

It was now Monday and I had to work at the pool. I quit my job at the ice cream parlor the night before because of the new job babysitting Samantha. It wasn’t a completely Samantha-free day like Scott had implied. He had sent her over for a few minutes to my house with an envelope filled with cash. Instead of counting it, I stuffed it in my dresser drawer, picked up Samantha and carried her to my bed, covering her face and lips with kisses.

“My daddy said only ten minutes,” she giggled.

“Alright,” I told her as I cuddled her in my arms.

“What did Katya do to you?”

“What?”

“Katya. Remember? From last night?”

“What do you mean?”

“She ate your pussy?” she asked innocently. It threw me off to hear such a young girl say such a naughty thing. “That’s what she did?”

“I don’t know what that means, Sam. Where’d you hear that?”

“My daddy was talking to Katya this morning.”

“What does it mean?” I asked her naively. She shrugged. “Alright. I think it’s been ten minutes.” She groaned in disagreement and got to her feet.

“You’ll be at the pool on Monday?”

“Yup! See you then!”

I was seeing her alright. With my sunglasses on I was watching her, especially among the other children playing and laughing about. From time to time she’d look at me and smile and I smiled back; it was our secret.

“Jenna, you never texted me back!” Amber exclaimed from below. I climbed down to meet her.

“Hey.”

“Hey, so what? Do you like Jake or what?”

“Uhhh–”

“Mrs. Stevens was in here earlier asking about you. She said she’d be by later,” Amber informed me.

“Ugh,” I scoffed.

“What? Don’t like your future mother-in-law?” she joked.

“Please, don’t say that,” I blushed.

“You know my friend Heather?” she asked. Of course I knew Heather, Amber’s best-friend. She was a sexy skinny girl with straight, jet black hair and tiny little green eyes. Everyone at school said she looked like Megan Fox. “Well, ex-friend, now.”

“You’re not getting along?”

“Fuck no. She’s such a cunt. And she’s super insecure and needy. Like it’s my fault she has an eating disorder,” Amber said sharply, crossing her arms. I had no clue what to say to that. I had never said a word to Heather. “Sorry, I know that sounds bitchy, but she does! Anyway, my mom booked this Spa day for my birthday before the party so that I could bring someone and I think I’ll bring you.”

I wanted to go, but I wasn’t sure if it was an invitation or a command. I felt like one of her accessories, like a handbag she chooses to match with a pair of shoes one day. But I didn’t mind, she had been my female crush since I was in 6th grade and she was in 8th. I glanced over at Samantha from across the pool, she had suddenly stopped playing and only looked at me and Amber.

“I might have to babysit,” I told her.

“That kid again? Jesus, Jenna!” she exclaimed and then paused for a second and opened her eyes wide, “Wait a minute, are you crushing on Scott too? You can tell me, ya know?”

“What? No, no,” I shook my head.

“Are you fucking him?”

“Amber! No!” I whispered uncomfortably, looking around to see if anyone else had heard. She laughed loudly and nudged my arm with hers. It was the first time she had ever touched me.

“So ask Scott for the day off– I’ll ask him for you,” she smiled, “Do you want to come?”

“Yeah. I’ll go,” I said quickly. Some kids at the corner of the pool were roughhousing and diving in. “Hey!” I blew my whistle at them– thankful to get out of the weird conversation with Amber.

“See you, Jenna. Oh, and you better wear something hot Friday night! Text me a pic!”

That’s right, I had nothing to wear. I had no idea what was hot. I glanced over at Samantha again and I didn’t see her. Her friends were all there, but there was no sign of her. I had just had the last break of the afternoon, the pool would close in about an hour and there were no signs of the crowd of people getting any lighter. I sat back in my chair and after about 15 minutes the skies got dark. It was the best sound I could of asked for– thunder. The droplets fell lightly and then all at once, making people run for cover and start heading into the showers or just leaving altogether. When everything seemed clear, I headed into the locker room to get started on cleaning before I had to leave. I heard one of the showers running and I didn’t bother to see who it was, but then I remembered I had not seen Samantha in a while.

“Sam?” I called out, but then regretted doing so incase it wasn’t her. I found my little Samantha curled up under the shower where I found her. This time she had her head dug in her lap and her knees up, sobbing heavily. “Samantha! What’s wrong? What happened?” I rushed over to her and put my hand on her wet head.

“Nothing! Leave me alone!” she cried. I turned the shower off.

“What did I do?”

“You’re supposed to be MY girlfriend and you’re always with Amber or always with Katya and you let Katya do stuff with you and you’re supposed to be MY girlfriend, but you’re not!”

“Samantha, you’re exaggerating!”

“You’re not my girlfriend! You’re not!”

“Yes, I am!”

“No, you’re not! You’re not! Stop lying!” she screamed. I had never seen her so upset. I stood up and walked away toward the doors, shutting them and then locking them from the inside. I walked back toward the crying little girl that I adored so much and stood directly above her.

“Stand up,” I said sternly.

“No!” she muttered. I took my T-shirt off and tossed it on the wet shower floor. Then I stood under the falling water and began taking the straps of my red bathing suit down and off my shoulders.

“Come here,” I said a little more softly. She looked up and me with her red eyes and began to to stand slowly. “Take off your clothes,” I instructed her. She stared blankly a moment and began to undo the straps of her bathing suit top. I pulled my own bathing suit down my body and over my hips, letting it plop on the floor.

“And my bottoms too?” she asked.

“Yes, everything.” She obeyed eagerly. Once I stood completely naked under the shower and she lost the last bit of her clothing as well, I extended my arm and pulled her to me for a big tight hug, her head reaching right beneath my breasts. I dropped down to my knees and kissed her, warm water falling down on our heads and down our faces. I kissed her passionately as if it were the first and the last kiss we’d ever have. I ran my hands up and down her back, over her plump ass cheeks and down her legs. I rubbed her nipples and sucked on them hard, tasting the water as I went.

“Jenna,” she said quietly. I looked up at her face, dripping with water. “Touch me?” I knew exactly what she meant. I took a hand and trailed it down from her flat chest to the hard bone of her hip. “Touch it,” she breathed lightly. I pulled her arms down, guiding her to kneel. I kissed her mouth again under the water.

“Get on your back,” I said, between licks of her tongue. She slowly started to lean back and I layed on my stomach in front of her. “Open your legs.”

There was no stopping it now. There I was, face-to-face with the peach I had been waiting for. My lips trembled as I kissed the skin above her slit. I wish I knew what to do with it, but I just didn’t. I knew how it was supposed to look from watching porn, but even Katya managed to get me almost cuming from sucking in one spot.

I made my tongue wide and licked over her slit from the bottom up, peeking up at her and noticed a smile spread across her face and her head fell to the side. For a second I thought of how dirty the floor of the shower must’ve been and considered moving her to a bench near the lockers. I started at the base again and licked up slowly, tasting the soft uncharted skin between her legs. The third time I slipped my tongue into her slit a bit more, slowly pulling apart skin that was used to being closed. I propped myself off the floor with my elbows and spread open her pussy lips with one hand.

“It’s so beautiful,” I told her, gazing at the hot pink contrast against her skin.

“Really?” she started to lift her head a bit to see.

“Stay down,” I extended my hand and pushed on her chest. I licked the sides of her little pussy and then used my tongue to completely cover her pink entrance. It was wet and slimy and her clit began to jut out a bit from its cave. I swallowed hard, tasting her sweetness before going back for me. I licked over her tiny pink hole to up and around her little clit.

“Oh!” Samantha winced, with a jolt.

“Sorry. Did that hurt?” I asked from between her legs. She shook her head.

“Kiss it more,” she said, putting both hands on my head and pressing it toward her. I smiled to myself before extending my tongue once more, water dripping down my head and onto her body. I lost track of time, having the taste of my first prize. And there was nothing sweeter than the pussy of a little girl, a little girl who wanted me just as badly.

“Jennifer!!” a voice shouted angrily from behind us. I turned to see Mrs. Stevens standing there in her one piece black bathing suit with white flowers on it. She had a white seran wrapped around her waist and a stupid big hat with a scarf wrapped around it like she always did. She was a rather portly woman who looked like maybe once at her peak she was curvy but never exactly thin. She wore her hair around her shoulders like female politicians in their 50’s do. Samantha and I both sat up and just stared at her– completely naked under the shower. “Do you have any idea what it is you’re doing?!”

“Mrs.Stevens, I–”

“No excuses! This is despicable and disgusting! No wonder you’re such a strange girl,” she continued. I got up and turned off the shower, making it suddenly much more quiet.

“I’m going to have to tell your parents about this,” she said nastily. Samantha began to sniffle. “Don’t cry now, little girl. You didn’t know any better. It’s this one who is the predator! You’re lucky I don’t call the police!”

“Jenna?!” Samantha whimpered, looking at me with big scared eyes. It was my worst nightmare. I would lose my job, get grounded, everyone at school would know, everyone in the neighborhood. Worst of all I would have never gotten to see Samantha again. Samantha got up to her feet quickly and stood behind me.

“Little girl, take your clothes and your things and go wait outside for your daddy to come get you.”

“No!” Samantha shouted from behind me.

“Let her just go home. She can go home by herself,” I told Mrs. Stevens, never removing my sharp glare from her eyes.

“Unlock this door, Jenna! She can go wait and get changed in the office,” Mrs. Stevens commanded.

“Come, Sam,” I took her by the hand and gathered all her things off the floor. “Take this towel and wait for me in the office, OK? Please.”

I unlocked the door and it pained me to see her leave, distraught and in tears. Mrs.Stevens walked to the door and slammed it closed as soon as Samantha left, turning the latch and locking us inside again. I covered my breasts up with one arm and walked back toward the shower to get my clothing that was soaked and on the floor.

“Leave it there!” Mrs. Stevens yelled, “Put your arm down.” I gave her a nasty look, contemptuously lowering my arm, standing perfectly straight and still in the nude while she stared me down. She suddenly began to lower her bathingsuit straps off her shoulders and two very large white breasts flopped out. They were fat and sagging, touching the top of her fat belly that protruded forward. I was shocked and confused, but didn’t want to show it. She walked closer toward me, stopping inches from my face. I turned my head away from her and looked down at the ground, I could feel her breathing against my skin. Without saying a word, she stuck out her tongue and began to lick my neck. It would’ve felt better if I hadn’t found her to be so repulsive. The more I tightened my mouth and clenched my jaw in anger, the more she licked me. Up to my face and across my lips, then down my chin and to my chest, just her clammy wet tongue. I started breathing heavily, wanting her to stop but wasn’t sure how. It was the quietest I had ever seen her.

“I knew those tits were perfect under there,” she growled before sucking my left nipple, attempting to fit my entire breast in her mouth. She squatted down in front of me and grabbed me by the hips roughly. She then took one hand and used it to spread my pussy lips apart. Having her down there reminded me of Katya– except I hoped she wouldn’t lick me. She stared at it for a moment, leaning in and smelling it.

“Mhhh, I haven’t had a pussy this young since my boys needed babysitters,” she said to herself. She puckered her lips and spit on it, spit all over my clit and around my lips. She followed the spit with multiple, hard, short slaps on my clit with her hand.

“Ahhh,” I winced in pain. It was mostly a shock, something about the pain in that spot made pleasure travel in waves up my spine and to my nipples.

“It hurts, huh?” she said sadistically and licked my clit, followed by a long rough suck, more spit and more short slaps.

“Ohhh, ohhh,” whimpered in pain and pleasure or both. I closed my eyes and pictured Katya between my legs while Mrs.Stevens sucked on it some more.

“Tell me you want me to stop and I’ll stop,” Mrs. Stevens said slyly between licks and slaps. I felt a pressure building in my clit like I never had before. “Tell me. Tell me what you want!” she demanded.

“Don’t– stop,” I breathed hesitantly, shocking even myself.

“What was that?” I saw her grin.

“Don’t stop,” I pushed her head closer to my pussy, “Please.”

She lowered her head further between my legs and ran her tongue from my vagina up toward my clit and then quickly got to her feet. She stared at me with small eyes and an open mouth– she seemed to have a pool of white fluid resting on her tongue. Before I could even blink, she jammed her tongue right in my mouth, unloading my own pussy juices in a big dump on my tongue.

“Taste yourself,” she said, pulling away and creating a trail of long sticky juice between our lips. I swallowed hard in one big gulp, mad that I had lost the great sensation. I just stared at her and breathed deeply. She yanked my arm and lead me toward the locker area and out of the row of showers. “Get on your knees,” she commanded, stopping at one of the small benches in between the lockers and releasing me harshly. I started to kneel in front of her slowly. “Now!” she yelled, pushing on my shoulders. She bent her knees a little, picked up her two big floppy breasts with both arms and rubbed them across my face; gently at first but then a little harder. “Suck on them.”

I didn’t look happy, I looked absolutely miserable and I think a big part of her enjoyed my misery. But, deep down, I loved breasts. I loved looking at them I loved touching my own. I imagined so many times what it would be like to suck on big, oversized breasts with little nipples. Now I had in front of me, huge, sloppy, white udders with big dvd sized areolas and almost inch long nipples and I couldn’t have been more excited to have them in my mouth.

She shoved one in, I can’t even remember which because she did it so forcefully. I closed my eyes and felt like a baby– a very hungry baby.

“Oooohh yeah, suck my big titties,” she moaned loudly. After what seemed like only a few seconds, she yanked that one out and shoved the other one in. She slapped my cheek several times lightly while my mouth was stuffed with her breast. “Yes, just like that. I love seeing you girls like that. Girls like you and Amber and your very mother tortured and pick on me mercilessly. Now look at you, you’re all mine. I control you, I own you,” she monologued. Jesus, was she fucked in the head. I was too busy focusing on that big soft tit in my mouth.

There was a sudden loud pounding on the locker room door.

“Jenna?! Jenna, are you okay?!” it was Scott’s voice. Mrs. Stevens removed herself from my mouth and pulled her bathing suit back over her shoulders quickly. I was completely frozen in place, on my knees and just staring at the pounding door.

“Get up!” Mrs. Stevens whispered tersely. I rose to my feet and a big wad of stickiness dripped down my leg from my soaked pussy. Scott continued to pound and knock as I rushed to my wet swimsuit and put it back on.

“I’m here!” I called out behind the door, I turned the latch and opened it.

“What happened? Where were you?” Scott asked with genuine worry.

“Just cleaning one of the back toilets.”

“Where’s Mrs. Stevens? Is she in here?” he whispered. I knew Mrs. Stevens could hear everything being said.

“No, she just left a little bit ago,” I lied.

“Oh, good,” he sighed with relief, “Samantha said she was being mean to the both of you. That crazy old bitch. What did she do?”

“Oh, uhm– nah, it wasn’t that bad. I thought no one was around so I tossed my wet clothes on the floor before my shower and she got mad and kinda snapped at us,” I lied again.

“What a psycho. Well, Sam won’t stop crying. Are you almost off? Can you come by when you’re done?”

“Uh, yeah. I should be wrapping up in like 20 minutes.”

“Alright, I’ll see you in a bit.”

I didn’t bother to watch him leave, instead hurried back inside to get my things together.

“God, you’re good,” Mrs. Stevens said standing near the showers, her voice made me cringe. I didn’t bother to look at her, I was mortified over what we had done. “You look so sweet and innocent,” she laughed, making my blood boil. “If only people knew how sick you are. You’re just like me.”

“The pool is closed now, Mrs. Stevens,” I said tersely and walked heavily toward the door. She rushed over to me and grabbed my arm.

“Don’t forget that I own you now!” she growled, inches from my face. I stared her down for several seconds defiantly. Eventually, she cracked a smile, “We’re going to have so much fun together, Jenna. You’ll see.”

***

“This is for all of your hard work this past week and a half,” Scott smiled at me in his living room, handing me an envelope.

“Oh, thanks,” I took it calmly and folded it into the back pocket of my jeans. “But you just gave me some cash yesterday with Samantha.”

“I know, I know– but you’ve done an amazing job and my little girl adores you. I think you’re fantastic and you keep this place pretty neat- – although you don’t have to.”

“Thanks,” I looked down to the ground, feeling my face get a little warm. “Scott, I was going to ask–”

“What’s up?”

“I have a thing on Friday. Amber wants to celebrate her birthday at a spa or something but then we’re going out later in the night.”

“Oh, yeah. You can be off that day for sure. Thanks for giving me the heads-up,” he responded.

“But, also– I wasn’t sure what to wear and I think you may know.”

“Where are you going?”

“Rio Lounge, it’s for teen night.”

“Ahh, yeah, I was there a few weeks ago. I didn’t know they did Teen Nights,” he looked at me a bit weird, I shrugged. “We can go to the mall and find you something hot, if that’s what you want. Tight and short.”

“Could you help me pick something? I have no idea about that stuff.”

“Yeah, for sure! Wanna…” he pulled out his cellphone to check the time, “Wanna go right now? The mall won’t close for a couple of hours.”

“Okay!”

“Alright, we’ll leave in 20. Let me grab a quick shower,” he said before heading off to his room, “See if you can get Samantha cheered up, she’s in her room, crying her eyes out.”

He was right. I found Samantha with her head buried in her pillow, she looked as if she were sleeping facedown, but I could see her little body moving with deep breaths. I closed and locked the door behind me and layed beside her in bed.

“Jenna!” she cheered, with tears in her eyes, and threw herself on top of me. “Are you okay?”

“Sam, are you okay? There’s nothing to be sad about. That was pretty crazy, right?” I tried to make it seem like it was no big deal.

“But she saw us. What did she do to you? Did she yell at you?”

“Yeah, Mrs. Stevens yelled at me and told me to never do it again.” I cradled her head to my chest, stroked her hair gently, and gave her a light kiss on the head. “You were very brave.”

“Did you– did you like what we did?” she climbed on top of me and propped herself up on my chest. I could only smile at her. “Did I taste like pee-pee?”

“What?” I laughed very hard, “No, no. You didn’t taste like pee. You were very yummy.”

“How was it? My… sticky.”

“Haha. You’re sticky? Well, it didn’t taste like much, just tastiness,” I squeezed her little ass. “We should get ready to head to the mall with your dad soon.” I pressed my lips to hers and she quickly slipped her tongue in my mouth.

“Jenna?”

“Yeah, baby?”

“Can I taste you?”