Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

A very brief recap: After crushing on fellow schoolgirl Astrid for months, Sandy has realised her dream of making love to the beautiful blonde while Astrid is laid up at home from a gymnastics mishap. Astrid eagerly returns the favour, and Sandy passes out when she comes. Read on, friends…

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by kinkys_sis

The next thing I recall was a wet cloth wiping my face. I let my eyes flutter open, only to find myself looking up at Astrid’s mum Britta.

“There, there, love,” she said, stroking my brow, “it’s all right.” Her presence was so soothing that I wasn’t at all embarrassed about being stark naked.

Astrid was frowning. “You are okay, right? I think you fainted.”

“Is that wh-what happened?” I replied, the words clumsy in my mouth. I wasn’t sure myself, but then it all came flooding back. “Oh, Astrid, it was so very wonderful. I think the good feelings were too much for me, that’s all.” Reaching out, I took her hand. “Are you sure this is your first time with another girl? You really are good at this.”

Astrid blushed. “I… I was going to ask you the same thing. You didn’t know you were gay until you, y’know, noticed me, right? Um, that’s what you said yesterday. Well, I wouldn’t have guessed you’d never done this before, not in a million years.”

“From what I saw, you were beautiful together,” Britta observed. I noticed that she had changed into a lovely floral print dress that showed off her shapely figure quite nicely.

“Thanks, Mum,” Astrid said, “Um, can you help me get back into bed?”

“Oh, of course, dear,” Britta murmured. She carefully assisted her daughter, helping her to lie down. Astrid winced slightly as she swung her leg up onto the bed, then sank into the pillow with a contented sigh.

Seating herself next to me, Britta took my hand, then Astrid’s. “My little sweethearts,” she said. “just the sight of you, side by side after making love… it stirs me up inside. Have to admit, I’m actually a bit jealous,” she added. “Would you mind terribly if I snuggle with you both for a while?”

I shared a quick glance with Astrid. “Fine by me,” was my reply. And why not? I liked Britta. And after all, she knew exactly what we’d been up to, Astrid and me. No point in being shy about it now!

Astrid seemed puzzled by her mother’s request, but said, “Sure, Mum,” then shifted over to make room.

What happened next made my jaw drop. Britta stood, then reached up to fiddle with something at the back of her neck… then with a flick of the hand, the floral print dress she wore slipped to the floor, leaving her completely nude.

Cupping her generous breasts, Britta glanced up, blushing a bit when she noticed our disbelieving stares. “Well, I don’t want to be the only one wearing clothes,” she said.

Climbing onto the bed, Britta stretched out on my right, so I was sandwiched between her and Astrid. She reached out to take her daughter’s hand, which she then placed on my breast. “Your titties are lovely, Sandy. Absolutely perfect. Don’t you think so, Astrid?”

“Um, well, yes. They’re lovely,” Astrid replied, clearly surprised by her mother’s move – as was I. Could Britta be encouraging her daughter and me to make love again while she watched? It shocked me to realise that I found the idea intriguing. I imagined Britta masturbating while we put on a sex show for her, and it got me going all over again.

Fortunately, Astrid seemed to be okay with whatever her mum was up to. She began to lightly caress my breast, teasing the nipple with her fingertips. I sank back into the bedding, savouring her touch, then my eyes widened in astonishment when Britta began to fondle my other breast. It appeared that she had more in mind than just watching us fuck.

Giving me a bashful smile, Britta glanced up at her daughter.  “Sweetheart, do you mind if I touch Sandy for a moment?”

I had no idea how to respond, but Astrid seemed to be thoughtfully considering her mother’s request. After a few heartbeats, she smiled at Britta and nodded. “Sure, Mum.”

All I could do was close my eyes and relax while mother and daughter went to work on my tits, savouring the joy of being pleasured by two lovers at once. That said, there was some small part of me that felt ill at ease by this crazy situation I’d stumbled into. Being gay was one thing, but having it off with a girl and her mother at the same time felt, well, sort of pervy. A tiny voice in my head told me I ought to push Britta and Astrid away, grab my clothes and make a hasty departure for the safety of home, while the greater part of me was screaming Don’t you dare!

Interrupting this train of thought, a warm, soft mouth covered mine. At first I thought it was Astrid, and immediately responded, my tongue seeking hers.

But something was different. A thicker pair of lips and a faint hint of gardenia scent caused me to open my eyes, only to discover I was sharing this kiss with Britta. And with that revelation, those concerns about right and wrong evaporated like mist. I wanted her, she wanted me, and a giggle from Astrid told me she was fine with it.

Wrapping an arm around Britta’s waist, I returned her kiss with every ounce of passion I possessed, while she and Astrid continued to feel me up. Britta broke away, nuzzling my face, my ear, my neck. I could tell how thrilled she was to make love to me, and that only drove my own excitement higher. My pussy was so wet I swore I could hear it squish when I pressed both thighs together.

I blindly reached out toward Astrid until I found her shoulder, then felt my way to her breasts. While groping her, I sought out Britta’s larger tits with the other hand. My God, they were so full and soft, her nipples fat as cherries.

This was completely perverted, but I didn’t care. Mere minutes earlier, I made Astrid my lover; now she was sharing me with her mother! It was the wildest, freakiest thing I’d ever done… and at that moment, all I wanted was to keep going. If that meant I was twisted, so be it.

I felt Britta remove her hand from my breast; a second later, Astrid did the same. Then both their hands were finding their way between my thighs. “Oh, God,” I whispered as mother and daughter joined in touching me. One finger was toying with my clitoris; two more were sliding up and down the opening to my vagina. I had no idea who was doing what, just that it felt incredible.

As if they had a mind of their own, my thighs spread wide apart, as if inviting my new lovers to explore. And explore they did. I still had my hymen, so they couldn’t go far inside, but every other part of my sex was showered with attention.

Omigosh, it was happening again. My orgasm was going to hit me hard and fast, but this time I was ready. I would seize ecstasy with both hands and ride it into the sky.

Britta’s lips sought out mine, her tongue emerging to play. But wait – now Astrid’s mouth was approaching from the other side. Just like that, I began to kiss them both… then somehow all three of us were kissing. I feasted on Astrid’s mouth, swapped tongues with Britta, then…

Oh. My. GOD. Now Astrid and Britta were kissing, and it wasn’t anything like what you’d expect to happen between a mother and daughter. I forgot all about coming, and my heart was pounding so hard that it rang in my ears. Astrid seemed every bit as surprised as me, but soon her eyes drifted shut as she melted into her mum’s embrace..

We finally drifted apart. Astrid glanced at me, her face flushed a bright pink, then slowly turned back to Britta. “Mum?” she whispered. “What was that?”

“Oh, my love,” Britta replied, shaking her head. “Perhaps I shouldn’t have… but I’ve wanted to kiss you that way for so very long.”

Astrid’s eyes widened in astonishment. “You – you have…?”

Britta nodded. “Since you were ten.”

I couldn’t restrain a tiny gasp. Britta glanced my way, giving me a sad smile, then back to her daughter. “I know mums aren’t supposed to think that way about their little girls, but… “ She sighed. “I still recall how it happened. You were doing stretches by the sofa, wearing those white tights you liked, but with nothing on underneath.”

“I did that sometimes,” Astrid murmured. “I mean, never in dance class… but at home, yeah. It was more comfortable that way. And you – you noticed?”

“My goodness, yes. I could see everything. It made me feel warm all over. Mind you, I didn’t understand my feelings, not right then, but later in bed, I pictured you completely naked, and… and it excited me. I touched myself that night, imagining we were sharing my bed. First we kissed, then more.” She gave a shaky laugh. “I’ve been building on that fantasy for years.”

“I had no idea,” a dazed Astrid replied. “And you… still feel that way about me?”

“I do – but don’t worry, sweetheart,” said Britta. “It doesn’t mean I’m genuinely trying to seduce you. Some fantasies aren’t meant to come true. That kiss was enough for me.”

Astrid frowned. “But… here you are, Mum, in bed with us, without a stitch of clothing.” With a thoughtful nod, she added, “It seems to me that – that you want more than just a kiss.” Hesitantly reaching for Britta’s hand, she held it for a moment, then pressed it to her breast.

My heart thudded like a bass drum as I witnessed this crucial moment between mother and daughter. Britta was gone pale and trembling. “I d-don’t know, sweetheart. It’s fun to dream about, but…”

“Mum… I think I want this,” Astrid said, gazing into her mother’s eyes.

“I – I want it too, love. But I’m not sure it’s a good idea…” I noticed she didn’t take her hand back, though.

I was caught by surprise when Astrid turned to me. “Sandy? What do you think? Me and my mum – and you, of course. All three of us, making love. Should we do this or not?”

If someone had asked me this question a day earlier, I’d have thought they were mental. Sex with your own mother? But now, I’d heard Britta explain her feelings. I’d seen the wanting in her eyes – Astrid’s, too. And I was on fire all over again, the need for release pulsing like a motor beneath my belly. I longed to share love with them both – the girl I’d adored for ages, the woman who’d given her birth.

“I think you totally should,” I told them as I glanced from mother to daughter, my confidence growing with every word. “You love each other. It’s what you both want. And no one else but me will know. Why not do what you feel?”

Britta began to reply, but Astrid cut her off. “She’s right, Mum. I’m tired of holding back; always trying to be good. I spent all this time pretending I didn’t like girls, and for what? I’m just lucky Sandy didn’t give up after I told her no.” She wrapped both arms around Britta, then slid her hands down to cup her arse. “Know what? I… I want to fuck you, Mum.”

“Astrid!” Britta gasped.

But Astrid wouldn’t be silenced. “I think I’ve felt that way about you for a long time, but – well, I just didn’t see it. Well, now I do. And you want the same thing, Mum. That’s enough for me.”

She kissed her mother. Britta stiffened for a moment, but I suppose her desire was too intense to be restrained any longer. She melted into Astrid’s embrace; first allowing herself to be kissed, then matching her daughter’s passion, bringing her tongue into the dance.

Britta’s hand still rested on Astrid’s breast, but now it began to move. She began to fondle her daughter, pausing to take a nipple between two fingers and give it a light squeeze. Astrid moaned into her mum’s mouth, the two of them still caught up in a kiss turned absolutely torrid.

When they finally parted. Astrid looked at me, wearing a wicked grin. “C’mon, Sandy – join the party!”

She didn’t have to tell me twice! I practically thrust myself into their embrace. Astrid kissed me first, then I feasted on Britta’s mouth, groping those lovely great tits all the while.

I was about to dip down and take one of her nipples between my lips when Astrid stopped me. “Hold on!” she told me, then turned to Britta. “Mum, we interrupted Sandy before she got to come. We have to do something about that.”

“Oh, absolutely!” Britta exclaimed, breaking into a huge grin. Shifting to one side, she patted the bed. “Lie down, love. We’re going to shag you silly.”

“Muuuum,” Astrid sighed, rolling her eyes. “No one says ‘shag’, any more.”

I was going to tell them it wasn’t necessary, that I could wait – but my new lovers clearly meant to bring me off there and then, so I obeyed, meekly getting into position with my legs wide apart.

Quickly kneeling between my legs, Britta got right to work, her tongue gliding through my vaginal cleft. As for Astrid, she took me in her arms, whispered, “You’re amazing, Sandy!” gave me a brief but sizzling-hot kiss, then bent to take my left nipple between her lips.

“S-so are you, Astrid!” I gasped. Twining my fingers through her mother’s hair, I added, “And you, Britta!”

It felt amazing. For a novice lesbian, Astrid had done a first-rate job licking me to climax, but Britta’s tongue was positively magical. “Yes,” I breathed, sinking into the pillow as that point of warmth began to pool, then grow. “Oh, yes.”

My excitement surged higher still when Astrid licked a pathway down to my pubes, then joined her mum between my spread legs to get in on the oral action. Oh my God, what a thrill that was, watching mother and daughter ravish my pussy with their mouths and tongues. Especially when they paused their licking to share deep kisses, their lips dripping with my honey. Britta knew enough to pleasure me with her fingers when they were occupied with one another, keeping me on the boil.

I forgot everything when I came, my body going off like a firework. Nothing existed but the moment’s ecstasy, so I surrendered all control, allowing those rapturous sensations to tug me this way and that. My body seemed to respond on its own, without my participation – limbs twitching helplessly, eyes squeezed tightly shut, back arched, hips raised up from the bed. I began to stiffen, then went rigid as my climax reached its unimaginable peak. I’d been giving myself orgasms for nearly three years by then, but they’d been nothing like this.

Soon the storm began to wane, and I was finally able to draw a steady breath. My body was enveloped in a warm, comforting glow, and I relaxed into it, conscious that Britta and Astrid were still licking me. I was just about to tell them I was finished, then my hips twitched, my legs started to shake and it was happening again.

This climax was a gentler release. Probably just as well; a repeat of the last one might well have killed me stone dead. I was basking in the moment’s beauty, loving Astrid and Britta for this precious gift, shedding tears of happiness. Soon, my ecstasy began to subside, leaving me limp, glazed in 9 and utterly sated.

Opening my eyes, I saw Britta and Astrid smiling down at me. My heart swelled with adoration for them both. I had to marvel at the turn my emotions had taken. For months, I’d been utterly smitten by this gorgeous blonde gymnast; now, I was in love with her mother, too. I guess the only certainty in life is that you can’t actually be sure about a bloody thing.

I looked from one to the other, these two wonderful people who were now part of my world. “Astrid, Britta… thank you. That was wonderful. Now, I think you ought to make one another feel good.”

Britta hesitated, but Astrid placed a hand on the back of her mum’s neck and pulled her close until their lips met. It was almost chaste for a couple of heartbeats, but I saw Britta’s arms twine around Astrid, and just like that they were caught up in a kiss full of fire and passion.

I was a bit concerned that Britta might suddenly get cold feet and pull away, but when she dipped down to capture Astrid’s left nipple between her lips, a wave of relief swept through me.

“Mum!” Astrid gasped, clutching her mother’s shoulders. “Oh yes.”

Britta was making love to Astrid’s breasts – pleasuring one with her mouth, and the other with her hand, then switching. She licked her daughter’s nipples, sucked them, gave them little teasing bites. I watched raptly, studying Britta’s moves, intent on making them my own.

Then Astrid surprised me by abruptly pushing her mum away, rolling Britta onto her back. “It’s your turn to feel good, Mum,” she said, flashing a grin that made me quiver inside. “I’ve already had mine.” She gave Britta yet another deep, hungry kiss, then nuzzled a path down to her mother’s titties. “Been a long time since I’ve seen these up close,” she added, then buried her face in their softness.

Britta was shedding tears of joy, her expression a portrait of bliss as she cradled Astrid’s head to her chest. I knew how she felt. After all, I’d wanted her daughter myself… and hadn’t I finally seen my dream come true?

Astrid lingered on her mother’s breasts for another couple of minutes, then began moving downward, trailing kisses as she went. I was buzzing with anticipation, well aware of what was about to happen, telling myself, She’s about to lick her mum.

Not quite yet, though. She paused to shower Britta’s tummy with affection, spearing the tip of her tongue into her mum’s navel. Startled, Britta gave a jittery laugh that trailed off into a groan as Astrid descended further still, until she was lying between the spread thighs of the woman who had given her life.

“So pretty,” Astrid said, slowly running a finger between Britta’s juicy labia. “Mum, you have a gorgeous pussy.” Then she giggled. “Wonder if it tastes as good as it looks?”

Britta was trembling all over. “B-baby…”

Thoughtfully stroking her chin, Astrid murmured, “Only one way to find out, I suppose…”

Hot as I was, watching Astrid tease her mum nearly caused me to laugh out loud, but my mirth turned to awe when she buried her lips in Britta’s pubic thatch. I didn’t see Astrid’s tongue emerge, but I could hear it when she began to lick her mother.

“Oh, my God!” Britta cried, her body bowed as she arched upward from the bed. “That’s it, sweetie. “Don’t stop… please d-don’t stop!”

I felt an overwhelming urge to masturbate, but what I wanted even more was to join in. My gaze drifted to Astrid’s exquisite arse, close enough to reach out and touch. So I did, resting a hand on a bum cheek. She spread her thighs a bit, enough to put her rosy slit on display.

As if hypnotised, I drew closer, reaching out to trace Astrid’s vaginal opening from anus to clitoris with a fingertip, satisfied to hear her moan into Britta’s pussy. That spurred me to let that wicked finger go inside, to penetrate Astrid as deeply as I could. She briefly tensed – then relaxed completely, opening herself up to me.

I began to fuck her, steadily pumping my finger in and out, feeling her cunt get juicier with each stroke. Astrid hummed her approval as she continued to feast on her mother.

Britta’s hands were trembling as she cupped both her breasts, tugging at their tips. Her body gave a jerk, and her mewls of pleasure began to mount into a long, drawn-out cry. She’s about to come, I told myself.

But before that could happen, Astrid abruptly broke away, raising her head to look up at me. She wore a wicked grin, her lips and chin dripping with Britta’s fluids. It was the sexiest sight imaginable.

“Wh-what – what’s happening?” Britta stammered, understandably confused.

“C’mere, Sandy,” Astrid said as she spread her mother’s legs even further apart, her eyes burning into mine all the while. “It’s your turn. Why don’t you finish Mum off?”

Her words had my lust blazing all over again, desire flooding through me like molten lava. I shifted my attention to Britta’s pussy – open and dripping with nectar, a luscious pink flower awaiting the caress of a lover’s mouth. My mouth.

No power on earth could have stopped me from what I did then. Carefully withdrawing my fingers from Astrid, I crawled toward her mother’s lovely cunt, positioning myself between her thighs as Astrid moved to one side to make room. The thick aroma of the woman had my head reeling, and I had to pause a moment to breathe it in.

I placed two fingers between Britta’s thick labia and slid them deep, deep into her vagina. She was even wetter than Astrid had been, slippery to the touch and hot as a furnace.

I could have fucked her silly then and there, but I wanted to sample Britta’s flavour, to bury my face in that tuft of pubic fur and love her with my mouth. First, though, I removed my glistening fingers and licked them. She tasted lovely, slightly stronger than Astrid.

I drew nearer, opening Britta’s cunt with my fingers until I spied her clitoris, standing firm and proud. Since teaching myself to masturbate six months earlier, I was well familiar with how good it felt to caress that tiny nubbin, and determined to put that knowledge to use on Astrid’s mum. I inched closer still so my tongue could reach it, then felt her body twitch as I flicked at the tip.

The temptation was there to take Britta’s clitoris between my lips to suck, leading her straight to what I suspected would be the wildest of orgasms. But I also remembered a sexy story I read where this girl who’s making love to her best friend and really takes her time with it, keeping the other girl on the boil until she’s begging to be allowed to come. I loved the idea of driving Astrid’s mother wild like that, so I kept giving her clit these tiny licks, occasionally dipping my tongue into her to get another taste of pussy.

I was so centred on Britta’s pleasure, it took me a moment to notice that she and Astrid were kissing again. Deep, heated kisses, the kind one lover gives another. Fuck me, what an amazing sight that was!

A fire was smouldering between my legs, and it needed to be dealt with, so I shoved a hand down there and began to masturbate. But just as I was getting started, Britta broke their kiss.

Gazing into her daughter’s eyes, she said, “I want to taste you, dearest. Sit on my face; feed me your cunt. I’m gasping for it!” Then she glanced at Astrid’s leg brace. “Oh… well, that won’t work.” Britta turned to me. “Sandy, dearest… you’re doing a lovely job, but could you lick me from behind instead?”

I got the idea right away. “Sure!”

Britta got onto her knees, then patted the bed. “Lie down,” she told her daughter.

Astrid’s smile was something to see. Still favouring the injured leg, she carefully stretched out with her thighs parted. “Okay, Mum.”

Now on all fours between her daughter’s legs, Britta glanced back at me. “As you were, love,” she cooed, then turned back to Astrid and lowered her head. My heart pounded like thunder.

Placing both hands on Britta’s arse, I returned to licking her. She was juicy as a piece of ripe fruit, and the lower half of my face was soon bathed in her fluids.

I wished it was possible to see Britta go down on her daughter, but the joyous expression on Astrid’s face told me everything I needed to know. “Oh, Mum…” she moaned, “I… I love you.”

There was something about eating Britta’s pussy from behind that made the act seem especially lewd. The sight of her bum hole inspired me to lick her there, too, trailing my tongue through the crack of her arse a few times before returning to her cunt.

I suppose Britta knew she was about to come, because it wasn’t long at all before she had her daughter on the verge, too. Astrid’s low moan swiftly mounted into a choked cry, then a shriek. “Mum!”

By then I’d taken Britta’s clitoris into my mouth, sucking it like a tiny nipple. Honestly, I was mainly going on pure instinct, assisted by close reading of lesbian stories I’d unearthed on the internet. My clumsy efforts seemed to bear fruit, though, when Britta’s hips began to move forward and back as if she was trying to fuck my face. Maybe she really was.

Suddenly her body went steel-rigid, and she gave a loud cry that would’ve been far louder if it hadn’t been muffled by her daughter’s pussy. Astrid was shaking all over, clutching the sheets as she rode out her orgasm, finally going limp.

I continued to lavish attention on Britta’s cunt and arse until she clutched my shoulder. “Th-that’s enough, sweetie,” she stammered.

Rolling onto my back, I masturbated in a frenzy, in desperate need of my own release. It came a moment later, and I relaxed into the mussed sheets with a blissful sigh. A moment to catch my breath, then I opened my eyes to see my new lovers nestled together, Britta gently rocking Astrid in her arms.

I ached to join them, but it felt wrong to break into such intimacy between parent and child. But when Britta’s eyes opened to see me watching, she beckoned, whispering, “Come here, sweetheart.”

In a flash I scooted over to Astrid and Britta, who drew me into their warm embrace. We cuddled for a bit, then started exchanging kisses. These were more tender than lustful. At that point, the three of us were fairly done in, but we still bubbled over with affection.

Astrid reached for my hand. “Well, Sandy – that was quite the surprise, don’t you think? Can’t say I was expecting it! You didn’t mind Mum joining in, did you?”

I smiled at her, every atom of me radiating love for this bewitching girl. “Oh, I thought it was weird at first when she kissed me, and especially when she kissed you! But in the end, well, it was awesome.”

Britta spoke up. “Okay, girls, it’s time to go to sleep. We’ll discuss this tomorrow over breakfast.”

Breakfast? I abruptly sat up. “Oh, hell. Mum’s expecting me home soon!”

“Just ring her up,” Astrid said. “Tell her I invited you to stay the night. Will she be okay with that?”

“Um, sure,” I said. Getting to my feet, I looked around for my pants, finding them at the foot of the bed. I fished my phone from the back pocket, then phoned Mum to explain the situation, hoping she wouldn’t ask too many questions.

Luckily, she only had one. “Should I bring you some clean clothes for tomorrow?”

That made me smile. “No thanks, Mum. I’ll just come home early and get sorted there.”

“All right. Have a good time, angel.”

God, if she only knew how good. “I will, Mum. Love you.”

“Love you, too.”

Ending the call, I placed my phone on the vanity and crawled back into bed to join my new lovers. I kissed Astrid’s ear, then whispered, “So… are we girlfriends now?”

She turned to give me a quick kiss. “If you want us to be, then yes, we are.” Giving me a bashful smile, she added, “I love you, Sandy.”

It took everything I had to keep from bursting into tears, but somehow I managed it. “I love you, Astrid,” I said, fumbling for her hand and bringing it to my lips. “Forever and always.”

Still holding hands, we settled in for the night.

My heart was so full that I wondered if I would sleep at all, but I surprised myself by drifting off within minutes. The last thought I remember having was how strange this series of events had been. Astrid’s painful accident had torn me apart inside. But in the end, that catastrophe helped make my dream come true.

***

Tracy had a huge grin on her face as she approached me on the school grounds the next day. “Oh, wow!” she gushed. You look so… happy. It’s been ages since I last saw you smile like that. As if you’re walking on air! Did you win the lottery or something?”

“Or something,” I replied with a wink. “And yeah, I’m really happy.”

Tracy came to an abrupt halt. “Hey, wait a minute. Is this something to do with Astrid? No way! But yeah, I see it in your eyes.” Seizing my arm, she steered me off to the hedge. “That’s what happened, huh?  You and Astrid got together. I’m right, aren’t I?”

“Yeah, she had me come by for a sleepover. We’re friends now.”

Tracy narrowed her eyes. “Oh come on, Sandy. The look on your face? In fact, your whole attitude. You’re more than just friends now, aren’t you? C’mon, bitch – no keeping secrets from your best friend!”

She was right, of course. I had to be truthful, though I didn’t want to make her jealous. “Oh, my God, Trace… we made out, and it was wonderful. We’re girlfriends now.”

Tracy’s eyes sparkled mischievously. “We made out,” she mimicked. “Bollocks, girl. You two did a lot more than just make out. Look at you, you’re blushing. Just say the words, Sandy. Look me in the eye and say, ‘Yes, we fucked’.”

I blurted, “Okay, okay! You’re right.” Taking a deep breath, I murmured, “Yes, we fucked.”

Tracy seized both my hands. “Oh, wow, Sandy! That’s amazing. You deserved it, after crushing on her all this time.”

I was relieved she was happy for me, especially after dropping hints that she wanted me herself. “So you’re not upset with me? I’ve been thinking about what you said the other day. God, I’m so dense. I had no idea you’d been thinking about me that way.”

“Upset? Nah, not me. All I wanted was to get in your knickers and have a bit of fun. We’ve always been so close, it just seemed like the natural thing for us to do. But I knew you were really in love with Astrid, so I never pushed things.”

I gave her hands a squeeze. “Tracy, you’re the best. I kind of wish we had, at least once, but now…”

“Hey, don’t worry yourself, we’re still mates. So what happens now? Are you and Astrid gonna be a public thing, or will you keep it secret?”

I shook my head. “We’re not hiding anything. We discussed it with Britta – that’s Astrid’s mum – and decided the best thing is to be open about it. Oh, and I finally told my mum that I’m gay.”

Tracy gasped. “Oh, my. How’d that go? Did she, like, freak the fuck out?”

“That’s what I expected, but no, she’s totally fine. Turns out she figured out I was in love with Astrid ages ago. Mum never thought I had a chance with her, so she’s thrilled by how things worked out.”

“Astrid’s mum is named Britta, right? Saw her coming to fetch Astrid a time or two. Yeh, she’s a looker. Don’t you think? Fuck me, I’d love to get her between the sheets!”

That gave me an idea. “Really? Hey, I can introduce you to her. She’d love that, I bet.”

Tracy’s jaw dropped. “You – you’re serious? Astrid’s mum is into girls?”

“Oh, she definitely is!”

“How do you know that?” Tracy exclaimed, clutching her head with both hands. “Oh, fuck, don’t tell me. Well, okay, yeah, you do have to tell me…” Her attention was captured by the approach of a very familiar car. “Oh, my God, I think that’s her!”

Sure enough, Britta’s car was pulling up at the school gate. “Didn’t you tell me Astrid wouldn’t be back for another three weeks?” Tracy said.

“At least that long. But yeah, that’s her mum’s car. Wonder what’s going on?”

Then the passenger door swung open, and my heart soared as Astrid emerged, struggling with her crutches. She gave me a clumsy wave, and I hastened toward her. “Come on, Trace,” I told my friend, glancing back at her. “No time like now.”

Astrid beamed when she saw me, and we met in a snug embrace. “Oh, Sandy… I had to come, even though I shouldn’t be here yet. I just… I already miss you.”

Britta came around the car, “Good morning, Sandy.” She glanced at Tracy. “Hello. Are you one of Sandy’s friends?”

I knew Tracy was a bold one, but this time she shocked me. “I’m Tracy. And I’ve been dying to meet you.”

Britta smiled, a glimmer of interest in her eyes. “Oh? Well, here’s your chance.” She offered Tracy a hand. “I’m Britta… Astrid’s mother.”

“Hello, Britta.” She glanced from mother to daughter. “I see the resemblance. You’re every bit as beautiful, by the way.”

Britta was still holding Tracy’s hand. “Aren’t you the charmer! I’ll bet you say that to all the single mothers.”

“Only the sexy ones,” Tracy replied.

“You’re quite the package yourself, young lady,” Britta replied, looking my friend up and down, clearly liking what she saw.

“Mum,” said Astrid, rolling her eyes.”Can you please behave yourself?”

“Why?” Tracy asked her.

“Why, indeed?” Britta echoed.

“I mean… you shouldn’t flirt with girls right outside school, Mum. Get her phone number, for God’s sake!”

We heard the bell ring; time to report to class. Tracy was already tearing a sheet of paper from her notebook. She scribbled her name and number, accompanied by a couple of drawn hearts, folded it up and handed it to Britta. “Call me after nine tonight.”

Gazing into my friend’s eyes, Britta carefully tucked the note into her bra. “We’ll talk then.”

“Oh, I’m planning on a lot more than just conversation,” Tracy said. “Wear as little as possible.”

Britta loved it. “Maybe nothing at all.” she purred.

I was flat-out gobsmacked. In all the years of being best mates with Tracy, I’d never seen her acting or talking like this.

“Mum!” Astrid hissed. “Enough! They’ve got to get to class!”

All right, then. You girls get going before you’re late. Sandy, we’ll see you after school, yes?” I gave a quick nod. “Tracy, we’ll speak later. Nine o’clock. Now hurry!”

Tracy and I hastened into the building, making our way to Mrs. Wyatt’s class.

“What was that?” I asked her as we hurried down the corridor. “Fuck me, I thought you were about to lift your skirt and show her your knicks!”

She barely heard me, just stared ahead with a dreamy expression. “Oh, my lord, Sandy… she’s even hotter than I remembered!” Her eyes met mine as we approached the classroom door. And just before we entered, she whispered, “I think I’m in love.”

***

Time, rest and loads of physio got Astrid back into the gym. I did everything I could to help her through the healing process. This would be her first competition since the injury. I tried not to set my expectations too high, not after such a long break from competition.

Astrid had other ideas though. That day, she was unstoppable. She won two disciplines, came second in two others, and third in one. Overall, she had her best ever result. I was giddy with joy, and Astrid was over the moon.

Coach Holdsworth was thrilled, too. She actually gave me a big hug after Astrid’s final routine. “She’s done it, Sandy. She’s the champion!”

I was now part of the gymnastics team; a sort of ‘second’ to Astrid. I glanced up to the stands where Tracy and Britta were seated to see waving and cheering. When they spied me, I blew them kisses.

Wondering where Astrid had got to, I spotted her speaking to a woman I’d not seen before. I sidled over to the coach. “Who’s that talking to Astrid?”

The coach shook her head. “I don’t know her… wait. I think… Oh, I know who that is. She’s the National Women’s Gymnastics team coach. Crikey, I didn’t know she was here today. Hmmm… I wonder if she’s considering Astrid for the national team?”

Astrid seemed to be in a daze as she walked towards us. “What’s doing?” I asked her.

I saw tears in her eyes as she struggled to find her voice. “I’m… I’m going to Paris, Sandy. I’ve been s-selected for the European Championships!” She began to sob.

We drew her into an embrace. I heard the coach murmur, “My first ever girl to make the national team. I’m proud of you, Astrid.”

For a moment, I forgot where we were. Kissing her on the mouth, I said, “It’s only what you deserve, my love. You’ve earned it and then some.”

Coach Holdsworth glanced from Astrid to me, a puzzled look on her face. But then she laughed. “How did I not see that before? You two, you’re a couple! Maybe you gave her that extra little something, Sandy.”

Astrid took my hand. “She did, Coach. She did. Sandy is the love of my life. What she gave me… it made the difference between being a competitor and being a winner.”

“I’m thrilled for you both,” Coach Holdsworth said, grinning hugely. Laying a hand on my shoulder, she added, “Sandy, you take good care of our champion. All right, Astrid, hit the showers!”

Hugging me once more, Astrid whispered, “I’ll be back!” With that, she left for the changing rooms. I took a moment to admire her taut arse, already anticipating the celebration to come once I had my lover naked and between the sheets.

I decided to give Britta and Tracy the good news, but once I’d made it up into the stands, there was no sign of them, just a note on the bench. It read, Left something in the car, gone to look for it – back in a while. xxoo, Britta

I knew what they were really looking for, and where it was: in each other’s knickers!

***

By then, my best friend and Astrid’s mum had been lovers for two months. As Tracy put it, “We went off like a couple of bombs!” Of course, they had to keep their relationship a strict secret, so there could be no going on dates… then again, that left them with more time for sex.

We didn’t want there to be secrets between us, so Britta, Astrid and I sat down with Tracy and told her  about the threesome we’d had the night before she met Britta. I was nervous, worried Tracy might react badly – especially when Britta confessed to having made love to her daughter, and Astrid admitted to returning the favour.

To our surprise, not only was Tracy fine with it, she expressed jealousy at having missed out on our little sex party. “If you ever feel like getting together like that again… well, I’d be into it!” she announced.

Who could resist an invitation like that? Much as I adored Astrid, it was hard not to feel a measure of regret at never having tried it on with Tracy at least once. I definitely wanted another chance to fuck Britta. And going by the smiles Astrid and her mother wore, they liked Tracy’s suggestion as much as I did.

So without a word, we led Tracy to the king-sized bed in Britta’s room, where the four of us stripped off. Once naked, we began to swap kisses that quickly grew deep and passionate. Moments later, our little orgy was in full swing.

We fucked for hours, coupling in every combination – driving each other to orgasm, resting, then starting all over again. Tracy was enthralled by the sight of Britta and Astrid licking each other at the same time while I ate her from behind. “So wrong,” she whispered, “but so, so hot!” All in all, a truly magical evening.

Wonderful as the experience was, it’s not one we often repeat. We’re still mainly two loving couples who want to stay focused on our one-on-one relationships. That said, we’ll still get together every now and then on special occasions for group sex.

***

Tucking Britta’s note into my pocket, I descended the stands, then took a seat by the changing rooms to wait for Astrid. A familiar pulse was thrumming between my legs, and I allowed my imagination to drift once more, imagining what awaited us when we got back to Britta’s place. Mum, bless her, had given me permission to spend the night there, knowing full well the kind of games we’d be getting up to.

Well, Mum didn’t know everything. I found myself wondering what Tracy and Britta were getting up to in the car, hoping they didn’t wear each other out. This seemed like an ideal night for the four of us to celebrate Astrid’s triumph together in the same bed.

My reverie evaporated when the door to the changing room opened, and Astrid emerged. She was in sweats and battered trainers, face scrubbed clean, hair damp from the shower… and more beautiful than ever.

As always, my heart leapt to see her. I seemed to float from my seat and drift through space to reach Astrid, wanting nothing in the world but to be in her arms, whispering words of love.

The End