Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

Note from JetBoy: Please join me in welcoming our latest author to the Juicy Secrets pack. I offer E.M. a hearty welcome — along with an apology. You see, the author sent us this story over a year ago, and I eagerly accepted it — then promptly misplaced the story and forgot about its very existence. Imagine my horror when stumbling upon it much, much later! Luckily, she accepted my mea culpa instead of mailing me a box of scorpions. So I’m still breathing, and here is E.M.’s debut story. Please enjoy.

 

by E.M. Parsons

 

There’s a wonderful lesbian eroticism about women’s and girls’ soccer. I remember before a game one time I saw a hot soccer mom stand behind her pretty daughter, slip her hands inside the collar, and lovingly massage the girl’s neck and shoulders. The look of love that passed between them, staring into the eyes of the person they love most in the world, was beautiful. This story is inspired by moments like that. I also use names that I like the sound of. Both elements help with the creation of a story, but the events depicted here never happened and the characters are not based on real people. It is a work of complete fantasy.

***

I’ll steal a famous opening line from a novel and say the past is a foreign country, because it’s literally true for me. The line jumped into my mind one April morning as our plane came in to land over Sydney Harbour.

My only child Kaitlyn was beside me. It was just the two of us, her dad having recently passed away after a long battle with cancer. The large insurance payout gave us the means to live independently, so I gave up my job as an English teacher and returned to the city of my birth for a new beginning. I was sad, but also glad to be back home.

“I hope they play soccer here,” Kaitlyn said.

“Your first view of Sydney Harbour, and that’s all you can say?” I asked. “By the way, here it’s football, not soccer.”

“Oh, yeah, I gotta get used to that. Well, do they? Play football, I mean?”

“You know they do. Didn’t the Aussie Matildas play at the World Cup?”

“Yeah, they did.”

“We’ll find a local team for you. After you’ve settled into your new school.”

“Good idea, Mom,” Kaitlyn said. “US women’s soccer – football, damn it! – it’s the best in the world. Any Aussie team would jump at the chance to have me play with them.” She looked out the window and back to me, smiled, and flopped her wrists in front of her chest and bounced on the seat. “Jump like kangaroos, boing, boing.”

“Such a comedian,” I said, and laughed.

***

Turns out the little squirt was right. I spoke to a couple of moms at school pickup and they said their daughters were in a local under-thirteen team and the new season would start soon. The squad was already picked, but one extra place had come available as a girl had broken her leg.

I took Kaitlyn to pre-season training, and after a speedy run with the ball down the wing with her red hair flowing behind, the coach turned to me and nodded. She was in. Could we make the game on Sunday morning? No worries, mate.

Actually, I’d lost my Australian accent a number of years ago. Now it now sounded kinda midwestern American, don’cha know? Coupled with my long blonde hair, I was pure Yank soccer mom to these Australian parents. Everyone looked my way when I shouted encouragement to Kaitlyn on the field, especially the dads.

Kaitlyn and I were walking back to the car at the end of the first game of the season when one of them spoke to me.

“You daughter, she did well today,” he said. He threw his hand out. “Reallyfast.” That’s how he said it, the words stuck together in some kind of European accent.

“Thanks. And your daughter has a great throw.” Earlier, I’d admired his daughter from behind, when the ball went out of play and she launched a powerful throw-in towards the opposing goal. “Her name is Elodie, right?”

“Yes. She and Kaitlyn on the same team is a good thing.”

No doubt he was using the fact that our girls were the two best players in the team as an angle to get more familiar with me. I didn’t want him to get the wrong idea, but I liked the idea of Kaitlyn having friends like Elodie.

“Well, see you next game?” he said.

“Sure.”

***

The following week it was an away game near the water’s edge with a view over the harbour. It was going to be a warm day and I wore khaki shorts and a t-shirt with a thin white sweater. I loved how that sweater accentuated the curve of my back and the upward tilt of my breasts. I’d put my hair in a high ponytail to show off my tanned neck, and I’d applied just a hint of that Dior perfume I love. Despite our recent bereavement, it was hard not to be happy on a morning with such a view over the harbour. I felt good. And for the first time in ages, sexy.

Elodie’s dad came over and stood next to me on the sideline. Of course he did.

“Oh, hi again,” he said.

“Hi.”

“I’m Michel, by the way.”

I nodded towards him. “Jen.”

The ball went out of play beside us. His daughter was nearest the sideline and he ran to retrieve the ball and hand it to her. “There you go, ma chérie, long throw.”

The pretty girl looked at him, then at me, and smiled. My brain immediately went into story mode. There’s just her and Dad. His wife died tragically young. Cancer too, probably. They’ve been through terrible grief but they are strong, and now he feels ready for another relationship. It’s what his late wife would have wanted. But it’s hard being a single parent. His best chance of future happiness is to find an attractive parent in a similar situation. He hasn’t seen anyone who might be Kaitlyn’s father, so this American lady and her daughter are probably a single-parent family too. It’s an opportunity – a new wife for him; a new mom and sister for her. Perfect.

The shouts to the girl from her team mates brought me back to reality.

“Elodie! Elodie! El-oo-dee!”

Elodie threw the ball to Kaitlyn, who chipped it over the defence, sprinted ahead and took possession again. She side-stepped the goalkeeper and blasted the ball into the top of the net. The team and supporters screamed with joy as Elodie and Kaitlyn embraced.

They won easily in the end, and once again Michel took the opportunity to chat as we walked back towards our cars. Elodie and Kaitlyn went ahead.

“You enjoying the Aussie autumn weather, Jen?” Michel asked. “Or should I say fall?”

“It’s okay, I understand. I grew up here. And yes, I am enjoying it. Looks like we’ll get to use the pool for a little longer.” We walked on and I nodded towards him and his daughter. “So you’re French?”

“Yes. Elodie’s mother and I ‘ave been here fifteen years now.”

Hmm. So much for my vivid imagination. My new acquaintance clearly wasn’t in the market for a new mommy for his daughter. Just as well – I wasn’t looking for a boyfriend. “Ah, and such a pretty name for a pretty girl,” I said.

He smiled. “Thank you. We wish we had a pool. We once did, but I lost my job and we had to sell our house, so we’re in an apartment now. Elodie wants a house again, but I’ve told her it will have to wait until I have a job.”

“Sorry to hear that.”

Kaitlyn and Elodie were waiting for us to catch up. “Can Elodie come over for a play date this week?” Kaitlyn asked. “She doesn’t have a pool.”

“Well, how about Friday afternoon after school? As long as it’s okay with her dad?” I said.

“Sure,” he said, then gave me a wry smile. “I promise you, we did not set that up.”

I turned to my daughter. “Okay, Friday afternoon it is. Elodie’s dad and I will swap phone numbers. And Elodie, I guess you should bring your swimming costume. The forecast is that this good weather is going to last.”

“That sounds great. Thank you,” Michel said.

“Thanks, Kaitlyn’s mum,” a beaming Elodie said.

“No problem,” I said, slightly taken aback by the way Elodie looked at me just then. She was a real cutie, ever so slightly olive-skinned, green-eyed and gorgeously French with an Australian accent. Oh my God.

We got to our car first, put Kaitlyn’s gear in the back and said goodbye. As we drove towards the exit, I waved as we passed Michel and Elodie as they got into a little car that had seen better days.

“They seem nice,” I said.

“They do. I hope me and Elodie get to be friends,” Kaitlyn said.

“It would be good for you to have a friend who doesn’t go to the same school,” I said.

Glancing in the rear-view mirror, I noticed Michel and Elodie chatting as they watched us drive away. Were they having a similar conversation?

***

Unable to concentrate on my book, I shifted about on the lounger, trying to get comfortable. I’d left my reading glasses upstairs in the bedroom and that didn’t help, but it was the sight of Kaitlyn and Elodie playing in the pool that had really distracted me.

I’d been hit pretty hard by post-natal depression shortly after Kaitlyn was born, so the desire for a second child just hadn’t been there. I figured there was plenty of time to give her a sibling, but then her dad got sick and, well, that was the end of that. Life doesn’t always give us what we want, and Kaitlyn remained an only child.

Kaitlyn peeked around the door. “Hey, Mom!” she shouted. “What’s up with the downstairs bathroom? Can Elodie use it?”

“No, honey,” I replied. “The plumber needs to come back to fix it next week. She can use the upstairs bathroom. And I’m going to cut up some fruit. Do you guys want some?”

“Okay. And yeah, thanks, Mom.”

In the kitchen I grabbed a cantaloupe, or rockmelon as they call them in Australia, some strawberries and apples, and sliced them on a chopping board. I picked up the board, then immediately placed it back on the bench top when I remembered my reading glasses were upstairs and I should fetch them first.

I was just entering my bedroom as Elodie emerged from the bathroom. “Oh,” she said, and blushed.

“Hi, honey,” I said.

“Um… Kaitlyn said it was okay to use your bathroom.”

“I think she meant the bathroom over there,” I said, nodding at the door across the hallway. “But the one in my bedroom is fine, too. By the way, I cut up some fruit for you girls. It’s on a platter in the kitchen. Get Kaitlyn to help you carry it outside.”

She reddened with embarrassment as she rushed past me and out of the room.

When I picked up my glasses from the bedside table, I noticed something odd: my clothes were still on the bed, but not how I’d left them when I undressed. I always fold my panties and bra and place them on top of my other clothes. Just a little obsessive-compulsive habit of mine. But I could see the bra on the bed, and my panties were no longer folded. Had Elodie picked them up?

I walked to the window and angled the shutters in such a way that I could see down to the pool, but no one below could see me. Kaitlyn and Elodie had taken the fruit platter and placed it on a table on the patio next to the pool. I watched them pick pieces of fruit and eat. Mostly, I watched Elodie. Had that little minx played with my underwear when she was in the room? My heart throbbed with the possibility that she’d done exactly that. Did she pick up my bra, press it to her face and imagine she was sucking my tits? Had she covered her nose and mouth with my knickers to breathe in my scent?

“Oh, God!” I moaned, shoving a hand between my legs. Why the fuck did I think it would be any different back in Australia? Changing countries wouldn’t make my perverted thoughts disappear.

It wasn’t just Kaitlyn’s friends back in the States who affected me this way. Like Sarah and Grace, or darling Kate, who fell in love with me. No, it would happen with pretty young things anywhere, especially those who liked me a lot. I related easily to little girls, and often ended up being an older friend to them. It’s the kind of thing a normal adult would think of as a part of growing up. And I would play along, like I did when Kate’s mom mentioned that her daughter had a huge crush on me. I remember I put a hand to my mouth and said, “Oh, bless her heart, that’s so cute!”

What Kate’s mom didn’t know was how I’d rushed home afterwards, dashed up to my bedroom, locked the door and gave myself a screaming orgasm, thinking of that gorgeous dark-haired girl and her pale little bottom peeking out of her denim shorts. Some nights I’d cry myself to sleep with shame and longing, squeezing a pillow while fantasizing of Kate or some girl like her, naked and in my arms. And oh, the hypocrisy – never once have I thought about my own daughter that way, and I’d kill anyone who did. But I couldn’t help myself when it came to other people’s pretty girls.

I walked over to the bedroom door and locked it. There was no chance anyone was going to get in to interrupt. I could see the girls below, but that click was my way of allowing my dirty thoughts to come out into the open. No limits.

Moving back to the window, I slipped my bikini bottoms off while looking down at Elodie. Then the top. I brought my hands up to my tits and weighed them. “Is this what you wanted, my darling?” I whispered down to Elodie. “Did you pick my bra up sweetie? Did you put it to your nose and imagine your mouth on my nipples? Did you imagine sucking them, gorgeous girl?”

“Ohhhhhh!” I toyed with my clit while watching her. SO fucking cute in that small black bikini. The tiny bumps of her nipples at the front, and oh God, that sweet little butt. How good would it be to undress her? My tongue would explore all over her sweet little body. She would taste divine, I just knew it.

My excitement rose as I watched Elodie take a bite of cantaloupe, and I thought of eating fruit off her body. Oh God, from inside her! I would put a strawberry inside that sweet, creamy slit and suck it out.

I dropped to my knees, still able to see over the window frame and through the slats. I had a good view of Elodie’s bottom, and I quivered with excitement when an especially obscene thought entered my mind. I would take a delicious thick finger of semi-hard cantaloupe and push it into her gorgeous bum until there was only a little piece sticking out. Then I’d lie on my back and get the little darling to squat over my face and release it into my mouth.

“Uhhhhhhhhhhh!” My fingers were a blur on my clit as I lay back in the position I wanted to be in my fantasy, under her, quivering on the carpet. I would reach up and grab her hips after she’d pushed the melon out, pull her down to cover her rosebud with my mouth. I would push my tongue inside and suck the sweet juice out.

Pushing a finger into my own anus, I went over the edge with this deliciously filthy thought. I screamed and squirted all over the wall underneath the blinds, shaking like a leaf, moaning, whispering, “Oh yes, oh yes,” over and over.

Yes, I told myself, thrilled to have let myself go, embraced my deepest desire and celebrated it.

What amazed me was how I managed to act completely normal afterwards, even when Elodie’s dad came around later to pick her up and it was time to say goodbye.

“So, we will see you at the weekend on Gala Day, Jen?” Michel asked me.

“What’s that?” I replied.

“It is where all the club’s teams ‘ave a mini-tournament in one day. The players are, how you say, random picked into teams. Each team plays four games – fifteen minutes each half and a fifteen-minute break in between.”

I gave a thoughtful nod. “It sounds like fun. What do you think, Kaitlyn?”

“I want to do it,” Kaitlyn said.

“It is fun,” Elodie said. “I hope you both come.”

“Oh, we will,” I said.

***

On Gala Day I stood on the sideline and watched Kaitlyn walk up to me, looking glum.

“Elodie’s not on my team,” she said.

“Oh, not to worry, dear. When is your first game?”

“In five minutes.”

Michel and Elodie walked towards us.

“I will be referee in Kaitlyn’s game,” Michel said.

“They get the parents to help out too?”

“Yes. But our girls are not on the same team. Unfortunately.”

“I heard,” I said.

“Elodie will ‘ave to wait,” Michel said. “Her team’s first game is after this one.” He pointed to the playing field.

Elodie glanced at me, also looking a little sad, and walked away.

Five minutes into Kaitlyn’s game, I remembered I hadn’t had coffee yet. I’d parked the car next to a toilet block at the edge of the playing fields with a café nearby. I’d have time to go grab a cappuccino and still catch the second half.

As I walked past the toilet block, I noticed a single-roomed unisex disabled toilet on the side – the male and female facilities were at the back. The door was partly open, and there was a sink and mirror inside. It was an opportunity I decided to go for. The slim pretty blonde teen with the glasses might be working at the café today. I’d want to look my best if she was there.

After a quick check of my makeup, hair and lip gloss, I turned to leave, then started. Elodie was there, standing in the doorway. She looked so fucking gorgeous in her shorts and jersey and her hair tied back in a tight ponytail.

“Oh, hi, Elodie,” I said.

“Hi,” she replied.

“All yours. I only came in to wash my hands.”

A blush spread across Elodie’s beautiful face. “No, I’ve just been.” She tilted her head in the direction of the women’s toilets.

“Oh, okay.”

As I moved past her towards the door, I noticed she kept her head down, as if unable to meet my gaze. Something was up with her. “Are you all right, Elodie?”

She looked at me, nodded and bowed her head again.

“You don’t look all right. Are you sure everything’s okay?” I was trying to act the role of a responsible adult, but now I could sense what was going on, and it made me tremble inside.

I’d better explain. At the age of twelve, I’d fallen in love with my mom’s friend Rachel. She was so beautiful and Jewish, dark-haired and sophisticated. I loved my mom, but ached to be Rachel’s little girl, her only child who she pampered and adored. She would be my special mommy who would undress me and bathe me and cuddle me naked in her bed and love me all night. At nighttime I would fondle myself while caught up in sexual fantasies of Rachel. Then afterward, I’d sob with longing for her.

Now, years later, I had a strong suspicion that I was Elodie’s Rachel; that she was in love with me.

It’s hard for me to admit this, but my first thought was that I’d just stumbled onto a golden opportunity,  one I’d be a fool to pass up. If I walked away now, how many nights would I spend cursing myself, reduced to masturbating furiously, fantasizing of what might have been?

It wasn’t all about my selfish desires, mind you. Right then and there I had the power to make both our dreams come true.

There was an OUT OF ORDER sign in the corner. Picking it up, I eased past Elodie and placed it outside. I had a quick look to make sure no one was around, then closed the door from the inside and locked it.

I took Elodie’s hand. “Let’s have a chat, honey. No one will bother us here.”

I felt her shiver as I led her towards the sink and mirror. She was tall for her age, so she only had to look up a little when we stood and faced each other. I lifted her chin so we could stare into each other’s eyes.

“Would you like a hug?” I asked.

Elodie nodded. I embraced her, nuzzling her hair just above the ear. She clung to me and moaned.

“Feels nice, doesn’t it?”

“Y-yes.”

“Good girl.”

I stroked her cheek with the backs of my fingers, then briefly touched my lips to Elodie’s forehead. Her beautiful round face was flushed with excitement. Unable to resist a sudden impulse, I bent down to kiss her on the lips.

Elodie sighed, and I caught the sweet scent of her breath as I teased my tongue into her hot little mouth. It was a brief but extremely potent kiss.

“You are so beautiful,” I said.

“I – I love you,” Elodie said.

I held on to her slim waist to stop her from swooning. “My darling girl,” I said. “You know something? I’m falling in love with you too.”

I hugged Elodie again. This time I felt her lips press into my ear. “You smell so good,” she whispered.

“It’s my favourite perfume,” I said. “It’s very expensive and I don’t wear it every day, but I will for you, my love. Every time I know I’m going to see you, I’ll wear it.”

I kissed the top of her head and rocked her gently as we hugged. Then I eased back and looked at her beautiful face again. My kiss lingered on her soft pink lips and I kept an affectionate hand on her waist. She looked down to the exposed cleavage above my low-cut sweater.

“Would you like to see them?” I asked.

She nodded.

I lifted the sweater over my head, pausing to hang it on the door of one of the toilet stalls, then reached back to unhook my bra. Elodie gasped when I eased it off to expose my full, creamy tits.

“You can touch them. Even kiss them, if you like.”

Elodie raised both hands to touch my right breast, her eyes wide in awe. She looked so utterly adorable at that moment as she bent to take my nipple into her mouth. I could tell she was unsure what to do next, so she just did what came naturally and sucked on it.

I gazed down at her as she mouthed the stiffening tip of my breast, her eyes half-closed. Had she dreamt of doing this to me? Could she be reliving the experience of nursing from her mother?

“Oh, my darling, I wish I had milk for you,” I whispered. She didn’t reply, just gave a contented hum.

I reached down to withdraw the long nipple from between Elodie’s lips. It came away stiff, erect and trailing saliva. “Now the other one,” I told her, then fed her my left breast.

I arched my back and moaned, feeling a mini-orgasmic shiver as the eager, wet tugging continued. I had an utterly disgraceful thought of having another baby and giving it up for adoption, just so I could feed this darling girl my milk instead.

She was about to make me come just from sucking my nipples. I didn’t want that to happen yet, so I eased her mouth away and reached up to toy with her earlobe. Elodie shivered and pressed her face against my hand.

“There’s something of yours I’d like to see,” I said. “It’s a little naughty.”

She peered up at me, wide-eyed. “What is it?”

“You have the cutest bottom. Could you show it to me?”

Elodie smiled. “Sure.”

She turned her back to me, put both hands on her waist and slowly, tantalisingly eased her shorts and panties down. She bent forward to remove them from over her football boots, then blushed as she looked back at me.

My heart thumped and I felt a weakness in my legs. “Good girl,” I said. I reached out to stroke an adorable little butt cheek as Elodie placed both hands on the sink and looked back over her shoulder at me, bending slightly as if putting herself on display. The jersey, boots and socks were still on, but her sweet little bum was fully exposed for my admiration. It was so fucking erotic.

I moved forward and embraced her from behind. “Honey, I have a blanket in the car. If I bring it back here and spread it out on the floor, will you lie down with me? I’d love to cuddle you.”

“Okay,” she whispered, turning to face me, a shy hand covering her sex.

“Stand by the door and keep it locked until I get back. I’ll knock three times.”

I snatched up my sweater and wriggled back into it, then opened the door, dashed outside and around the corner to the car. Unlocking it with trembling hands, I grabbed the blanket and raced back to the toilet with my heart thumping, tits jiggling loose. It was fucking nuts, letting myself get caught up in something like this, but I couldn’t stop now.

Three small knocks. “It’s me, honey.”

Elodie opened the door. I darted inside, slammed the door and locked it again. She leaned back against the sink, still self-consciously concealing her pussy with one hand.

I spread the blanket on the ground, then took her in my arms. She clung to me.

“Kaitlyn’s game will go on for a while, so she and your dad won’t be looking for us any time soon,” I said. “How about we take all our clothes off? Would you like that? Getting naked with me?”

Elodie stared at me with love. “I think I would,” she said, a slight quaver in her voice.

My sweater was off again in an instant, and I kicked off my shoes and eased my jeans and underwear down. I reached forward to touch the hem of Elodie’s jersey and she lifted her arms. She blushed when I helped her remove her adorable little sports bra. “I haven’t really got boobies,” she said, frowning at her flat chest.

“Don’t be embarrassed, honey, you’re gorgeous. And you can leave your boots on.” It would be too inconvenient to take them off anyway, given the limited time we had. I got so excited when she showed me her ass, but the sight of her stark naked but for boots and socks was the hottest thing I’d ever seen. I also adored the bashful way her hand occasionally wandered between her legs to cover herself. I caught glimpses of her precious little slit and shivered with excitement when I realized I’d get to taste it.

I took her hand. “Come on, baby, let’s lie down.”

We knelt down on the blanket, then lay on our sides to face each other. I traced my fingertips along her arm and down to her waist, then rested my hand there. “You’re such a beautiful girl.” I leaned forward and kissed her again. Her eyelids fluttered nervously and her sweet breath came in shivers. “Lie on your back, darling, and stick out your tongue for me.”

She dutifully obeyed, and I leaned forward and sucked the delicious wet pinkness. Elodie moaned and I stuck my own tongue out. The sweet girl didn’t hesitate, raising her head to suck on mine. We drifted together in a kiss that immediately grew hot and passionate.

I kissed her chin and trailed my lips down her neck, accompanied by tiny, playful nibbles. Elodie moaned and arched her back when I traced her ear with the tip of the tongue, then I murmured, “You’re so fucking gorgeous. I love you.”

“I – I love you too!” Elodie cried, hugging me tightly with both arms. “So, so, SO much!”

I slipped my tongue into the child’s ear, nibbled playfully at the lobe, then down the elegant column of her neck, leaving behind a trail of kisses until reaching Elodie’s chest. She gave a little “Ah!” when I lightly licked her puffy little nipple. I circled the tiny bud, causing it to stiffen, then darted across to do the same to the other, sucking it until she squealed. Unwinding Elodie’s arm from around my body, I raised it above her head and licked her smooth armpit.

“Oh, wow,” she moaned.

Then I kissed my way back to the centre of Elodie’s chest, and set off on my journey downward. My tongue flicked into Elodie’s delectable little belly button, probing it like I’d done with her ear. My body slid onto the coolness of the tiled floor, which probably hadn’t been cleaned in at least a week, but right then I couldn’t care less. I was a woman on a mission, my tongue now below Elodie’s belly, getting steadily closer to my prize. She was shivering with excitement as she realized where I was going.

“Ease your legs apart for me, love,” I said, and when those slender limbs parted, I positioned myself between them. I reached beneath her thighs to grasp each one, then brought them closer to my face. I tasted the soft skin of Elodie’s inner thigh, then moved in until what I wanted was right there, close enough for me to feel its warmth.

What a perfect age she was. Old enough to be aware of her sweet little sex, but young enough for it to still be flawlessly smooth. She was a delicate flower, ready to be plucked.

I drew a deep breath, sampling Elodie’s scent. The aroma promised sweetness. And when my tongue made contact, that promise was fulfilled – she was absolutely delicious. I licked a path from the top to the bottom of the girl’s baby-smooth slit.

I had to whisper as I explored her. “So beautiful. So luscious. Look at what you have. Let me taste it. Yes, it’s okay to moan, my love – no one will hear, that’s it. Oh God, you taste so good. Did you have a pee before you came in here, my sweet?”

“Yes,” the darling girl whispered back.

“I can taste it, I love it. Do you shower every day, and change your panties?”

“Yes, Maman says I must.”

“Of course she does.”

Was her French mother a stickler for cleanliness? She must have been – there was a freshness to Elodie’s sex that was downright intoxicating. I’d never tasted a sweeter pussy. I played around her clitoris with tiny swipes of the tongue, but not too much – I meant to take my sweet time pleasuring her. Instead, I pressed my index and middle fingers to each side of those sweet lips and gently parted them. They eased open with the most delicious wet sound, and I licked inside the exposed pinkness to make her even juicier. “So precious,” I whispered.

It didn’t seem right for me to penetrate her there with my finger. Not yet. So I eased myself along the blanket until my face was level with Elodie’s once more. I kissed her, and she responded just as I hoped, shyly extending her tongue to meet mine. Such a quick learner.

“Would you like to touch me, angel?”

“Um, I think so.”

“Good girl.” I took Elodie’s hand and guided it to my trimmed pussy. “There you go. Feel how warm it is. And wet. Yes, further down. Put two fingers in me, sweetie, and you’ll make me even wetter.”

I helped her get those fingers inside, then arched my back, dizzy with pleasure. “Oh, sweet Jesus, yes, Elodie, you’re incredible.” By then, my clit was begging for attention, so I began to tweak it with my free hand, using the other to show my little lover how to fuck me. “Good girl, feel how slippery it is, how easy it is to push in and out? Don’t be afraid – go in as far as you can.”

She began to saw her arm back and forth, hesitantly at first. “Um, like this?”

“Fuck, yes. Now do it fast, fast as you can.”

My clit rubbing became frantic as Elodie plunged her fingers in and out, in and out. I felt an orgasm build and my breath came in gasps. “You, you’re s-so beautiful, Elodie. D-don’t – oh, God, don’t stop!” I stammered.

Then, oh, my goodness. This little honey made me come so hard I nearly swooned. I was shuddering and moaning, groping my breasts. It was clear that I was going to squirt, so I drew back enough to avoid drenching Elodie with my juices. Then the final ecstasy was upon me, rising to an unimaginable peak, culminating in a violent jerk, a deep moan and a gush of womanly fluids.

I collapsed, with just enough remaining strength to take Elodie in my arms.

“Did you pee?” she asked.

“Not really,” I said. “It’s something some women do when they have sex and get especially excited. It isn’t  pee, but it comes from the same place.”

Her brow was slightly furrowed. “Is that what we just did? Have sex?”

“Oh, yes, my darling.” I kissed her. “Did you like it?”

Elodie slowly nodded. “Yes, very much. I liked it when you, um, put your mouth on me down there. And the kissing; that was nice. Also, I liked giving you good feelings.”

I gazed at her lovingly, well aware that she had yet to come herself. And I had some very definite thoughts about how to make that happen….

“I want to give you those good feelings, my love,” I told her. “But I’d like to do it a special way.”

“What sort of–”

There was a sudden commotion of thudding boots and girls’ voices just outside the door.

I placed a finger over Elodie’s lips before she could finish. “Sssh. Let’s wait for them to go.”

I continued to cradle her in my arms, nuzzling the child’s sweet-smelling hair. Then those boots abruptly clumped away, accompanied by fading girls’ voices, then silence.

Finally, I felt secure enough to speak. “There is something I’d like to do to you, honey. It’s kind of naughty, like before.”

“What is it?”

“I’d like you to turn over and lie on your tummy.”

“Okay.”

The gorgeous girl shifted onto her front. I eased Elodie’s ponytail to one side and gently massaged her shoulders. “You have such beautiful skin.”

“Thank you,” she whispered.

I scooted up until I was on all fours above her, resting my mound on her angel-soft bottom, then I leaned down to her ear. “I said I wanted to lick you everywhere, remember?”

“Y-yes,” the child replied, already quivering in anticipation.

I briefly sucked Elodie’s earlobe before moving to kiss the back of her neck, then began a long sensuous journey, trailing my tongue down her spine. I eased my body down the length of hers, shifting position as I licked lower and lower.

The dip of her lower back was heaven, and my heart was thumping like crazy. The curve rose until I  reached the top of her buttocks, where there was a delicious hint of saltiness around her tail bone. Elodie’s breath was coming in quiet shudders, and I knew she had to be wondering what I intended to do to her next. I already knew the answer, and the thought of it made my heart gallop even faster.

The first time I saw Elodie take a throw-in, what I admired most wasn’t just her technique, her legs or the backs of her knees. No, there was something else I craved – the thing I’ve always wanted when it comes to pretty girls. One final push downwards brought her pert little bottom to within inches of my face. I kissed one cheek, then the other, sliding my hands down to grasp her thighs. “Let me spread your legs a little, sweetie. There you go.”

My hands rested once again on those tender cheeks. “Do you have something for me here, angel? A little jewel? A precious ruby?” I pressed into her buttocks and slowly, slowly parted them.

There it was. Her perfect little anus. “Oh, baby girl, you do. Look at this. Oh, my, it’s beautiful.” I leaned forward, pressed my nose against the tight brown orifice and inhaled deeply. Elodie whimpered, then a choked cry escaped her lips when I thrust my tongue forward, sliding the tip into her rectum.

It was nasty. It was delicious. The thick aroma, the sour taste and the surprised gasp Elodie gave, no doubt stunned to have a grown woman lick her back there – this was what I craved. I thought of all those years of secretly being in love with girls, then occasionally having them fall in love with me. It had been sheer torture, knowing I couldn’t do a damn thing about my feelings, or theirs. I was a mother, an ex-wife, a former teacher who was very good at her job, and what I wanted more than anything was to do this forbidden thing to a pretty little girl. To inspect her most secret place. To worship it. A perverted lesbian fantasy, one I couldn’t share with anyone. Ever.

Only now, in this place far away from my old life, I’d been given the opportunity to do just that. My twisted, beautiful dream was about to come true with Elodie. I forced my tongue into her again.

Elodie raised her head to moan, “Ohhhhhhh!”

I paused my licking. “Is it good?”

“Oh, God.”

“I know, I know.” I collected a gob of saliva in my mouth and spat it on her rosebud. The rudeness of the act turned me on even more. I used the tip of my index finger to rub the spit around the tight knot of Elodie’s anus.

“I want to put my finger in there, honey. If we go slow, it won’t hurt. Okay?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Push back against my finger, sweetie, and try to relax.”

I felt the sphincter muscle contract, then grip and suck the digit inside.

“Oh, yes, Elodie. Such a good girl.”

I penetrated her up to the knuckle. There I could feel the girl’s pulse, her rising excitement. Then I began to slowly go in and out. I pushed my long, manicured finger even further inside, past the tight anal ring and into the warm butter of her colon.

This dirty scenario had me trembling all over, beside myself with arousal. The sheer dirtiness of what I was doing to such an adorable young girl made me feel so fucking good. I probed her to the core, my finger as deep as it could go.

“Oh,” Elodie moaned. “Ohhhh, yes. Yes. So g-good.” She gave a shiver of ecstasy, her anal ring gripping my finger.

I was aflame with lust, aching with the need to come again. Once again, I reached down to toy with my clit, gazing in awe at Elodie’s ass. I moved closer to kiss a flawless buttock, but resisted an impulse to give it a playful bite. Maybe next time.

Elodie’s body was pumping on the blanket, gasping, “Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh,” then she suddenly stiffened and cried out loud. “Ahhhhhhhh!”

My God, I’d given her an anal orgasm. I’d only experienced that once or twice myself. The thought of making Elodie come in such a lewd way; the reality of this deep, dark fantasy playing out before my eyes; the certainty that she’d never felt anything even remotely like it, the knowledge that I’d just made this underage girl my lesbian lover – all these things came together to overwhelm me completely. Like a bolt from the blue, I came again, twitching and wailing and out of control. I peaked with a sharp scream, and this time I didn’t fucking care if anyone heard me or not.

I lay on the floor for a good minute with my finger still buried in Elodie’s rectum while we both recovered, sinking into a warm, post-orgasmic glow. Then I eased myself back up and patted her bottom with my free hand, murmuring, “I’m going to take my finger out now, sweetie.”

“Um, all right.”

I carefully withdrew from Elodie, then took her in my arms. “I hope you’re okay with me doing that to you, sweetie.”

“No one has ever touched me there before,” she replied.

“I’m glad I got to be the first,” I said, caressing her face. “Now we have to put our clothes on and get back to the game, before your dad and Kaitlyn start wondering where we are. If it was up to me, though, I’d spend the whole day here with you.”

“I would like that,” Elodie said. “Can we do this again some time?”

“I’d love to, angel, but we have to keep it completely secret. You can’t tell anyone else about this. You know the two of us aren’t supposed to be doing these things, don’t you?”

“I know,” Elodie said. She glanced down at my boobs, then gently cupped one. “But I cannot do anything about how I feel.” Her eyes met mine. “I love you, Jen.”

I could have cried. Instead I said, “Oh my precious, I love you, too. Tell you what, when I see you again, I’ll put my fingers on my earlobe, like this, and play with it. Then you’ll know I’m thinking of your sweet body and the very naughty things I want to do with you.”

She broke into a grin. “And I will put my hand on my hip when I look at you, so you will then know I’m thinking of things we can do together,” Elodie said. “Next time I want to use my mouth on you, just as you did for me.”

Oh, my goodness. I was sorely tempted to throw caution to the winds and have her go down on me there and then, but common sense prevailed, thank God. “I’d love that, sweetie. Listen, what if I spoke to your father about you and Kaitlyn having another play date? Then we could see each other, and maybe get a chance to kiss and cuddle and touch each other while Kaitlyn is doing something else.”

“I want to do that, yes!” Elodie exclaimed with a huge smile.

“Okay.” Getting to my feet, I reached down to take Elodie’s hand and help her up. We gathered up our clothes and began to dress. Once we were done, I studied her, then brushed a few hints of dust from her jersey.

“There you go, young lady. Go out there and warm up for your game. I’ll follow you in a minute.”

I led her to the door and just before I opened it, we embraced again. Unable to resist, I placed both hands on Elodie’s waist, then eased one down inside her shorts to cup that warm little slit. “I’ll think about this part of you a lot. I wish I could cover it all day like this. Protect it.”

Elodie gave a little sigh of pleasure. “Oh, Jen.”

I allowed my other hand to slip down the back to her sweet cheeks, easing a finger between them to caress her rosebud. “And I wish I could touch and kiss you here whenever I liked.”

“I’ll think of you in bed later,” Elodie said. “All night long. I will pretend you are there with me. Maybe I will touch myself while I have thoughts of you.”

We shared one last passionate kiss, then I opened the door and had a quick glance around. “Okay, the coast is clear. Go on, my darling.”

I patted Elodie on the bottom, and she set off toward the playing field. I followed behind a moment later, watching the way her gorgeous little bum moved in her shorts as we made our way back to the game.

***

Kaitlyn turned to me when we were in the car. “Is it okay if I listen to music, Mom?”

I looked over and noticed she was already wearing her earbuds. “Sure, go ahead.”

My daughter settled in for the ride and I drove on, thinking about the future and its possibilities. With my teacher qualifications I could easily get work in Australia. I’d seen all those private schools on the Pacific Highway. Private schools, for girls only. Hundreds of teenage nymphs together in the same place, with a mostly female staff. For me, the stuff of dreams.

I placed my right arm against the window while steering with the left. I’d been away so long that it still felt odd to drive from the right side of the car on the left side of the road, but I’d be completely used to it in a few weeks. It was a more natural way for a right-hander to drive anyhow. A quick glance at Kaitlyn confirmed she wasn’t looking, so I took the finger I’d used to probe Elodie and held it under my nose.

Now I had a plan. Kaitlyn and I would arrange play dates, so I’d get to see my darling Elodie again. Maybe we’d only get to make love every now and then, but I’d make each time special. I’d get a job in a good school and constantly be in the presence of young girls. Girls from good families, who took care of their bodies and always wore clean knickers. Some of the little darlings would fall in love with me, and this time I would give them what they wanted.

I shivered with wicked pleasure as I slipped that finger into my mouth to suck, making sure I kept my eyes on the road. Kaitlyn, bless her, didn’t notice a thing.

I was going to put an end to merely dreaming of and yearning for pretty girls. No, from now on I would indulge my appetite; embrace their love and make them mine. This was a new home, a fresh start – and I would do things differently here.

The End