Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

Note from JetBoy: An old story from Lesbian Lolita, composed nearly twenty years ago by author Eva, who has several other lovely erotic treats here in our archive. She kindly gave me permission to fiddle with it many years back, and fiddle I did, expanding the story somewhat in the process. The reason it took so long to post here is simple enough: I was considering adding a sequel. In the end, though, I decided that it feels complete as is. Many thanks to Eva for her lovely original. I’ll be posting more of her Leslita stories in the months to come. Hope you enjoy this one.

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“I don’t want to go on the Scary House ride,” pouted the small girl, arms folded in defiance. She was only ten or so.

I casually studied her while the girl’s mother and father debated whether they could leave her there in the middle of the amusement park while the rest of the family explored the thrills and chills of the Scary House.

As I’d just had a similar confrontation with my own family, only I was the one who didn’t want to queue for ages for a ride designed to frighten you out of your wits. The screams coming from inside were enough to keep me out. I may be a grown woman of thirty-two, but I also hated things like the Scary House. Horror movies, ghost stories, things that go bump in the night – definitely not my cup of tea.

“Be reasonable, Nadia,” sighed the girl’s father, looking frustrated.

Whatever his idea of reasonable was, Nadia didn’t share it. She merely pouted a little more. “I don’t like being scared,” she insisted, shaking her head so her braids jiggled. This, I thought, is one very determined little girl. Pretty, too, I couldn’t help but notice, in her pale yellow top and little blue skirt.

It occurred to me as I stood there that the answer would be for one of the parents to stay with the girl while the other went in, but I could tell neither one wanted to miss out on the ride. Certainly the older brother – no more than twelve or thirteen – was all but dancing in place, making it clear that he wasn’t about to miss out on being scared out of his wits.

“Excuse me,” I said, interrupting. “I couldn’t help overhearing what you were saying just now.”

All the family turned to stare at me. The little girl was the only one smiling, as if she recognized some kindred spirit who disliked frightening things just as much as she did. “My family has just gone into the line for the Scary House, but I refuse to go myself. If it would help, I can look after Nadia here for you. We can wait while you go in.”

“I don’t know who you are,” said the woman rather frostily, just as my own daughter Louise came rushing up from where she had left her dad and big brother.

“Mom,” said my nine-year-old, thrusting her purse at me, “can you look after this for me, please? Thanks!” and turned to dash back to where the others were waiting in the queue.

It must have been Louise’s appearance that made me seem like a safe bet. “You’d look after her?” asked the father. “While we go in?”

“Of course I will,” I said. “Well, if Nadia wants me to.”

“Yes, please,” the little girl quickly said, clearly seeing a way out of being dragged round the ride she so obviously hated. “Can we go and get ice cream?” She detached herself from her mother and father and brother and pushed her small hand into mine, peering up at me. “What’s your name?”

“I’m Cathy,” I said. “Cathy Smith. And you’re Nadia, right?”

“That’s right, Nadia Hopkins,” said the girl’s mother. “I’m Elaine and this is my husband Dave. If you wouldn’t mind looking after our girl while we go in…” She trailed off, not knowing what to say. I could tell they were anxious to get in the queue, which seemed to be growing longer by the minute.

“Sure,” I said. “I’ll treat Nadia and me to an ice cream and we’ll see you later. My daughter tells me that it takes about forty-five minutes to really enjoy the Scary House. If you get out sooner and we’re not standing here, we’ll meet you by the Safari Rides.”

“The Giraffe’s my favorite,” said Nadia, with that sort of hopeful note that I’d take her on it. I got her meaning and smiled.

“Say bye to your mom and dad,” I said, and the parents and the boy all nodded and hastened away, their minds already on the Scary House.

I led Nadia away towards the concession stand. “I don’t really want an ice-cream,” said the child, almost confidentially, “or go on the Giraffe.” For a moment I thought, Oh damn, I’ve saddled myself with a problem child. But I was wrong. “I only said that, ’cause I didn’t want them hanging around.” She wrinkled her nose. “I’m happy just to be with you.” She gave my hand a squeeze.

“Well, that was very cunning,” I said. “You know what cunning is?”

“Course I do. It’s what foxes do. They’re cunning.” She grinned and made a face that was, I think, meant to be a fierce looking fox with some sense of cunning about it. I laughed and she chuckled too. Already I was feeling my decision to take this little girl for an hour or so had proven to be a very nice idea.

“And lions are scary too,” said the child imitating a growl. It also looked a lot like her version cunning, but I didn’t mind. I’d already decided that I liked this girl very much.

As we walked, hand in hand, she peered up at my t-shirt. “You’ve got a silver butterfly on your front,” Nadia remarked.

I had forgotten about that. My blue t-shirt sported a silver butterfly, with wings outspread. It caught the sunlight and gleamed. “Yes, I call her Flutterby.”

“Flutterby,” the child echoed, then she said: “Her? How’d you know it’s a lady butterfly?”

“Because I only wear ladies’ things,” I said cheerfully. “Lady things are best.”

Nadia agreed. “Uh-huh. I like lady things, too.”

We had reached a quiet spot in the theme park. I was always amazed to find islands of calm and almost emptiness among such crowds, but there were no rides here and it looked like the kind of place all theme parks had with a sign reading, “for future expansion.” In other words, they were waiting to see what the next trend was before they built something fast or gaudy or just plain money-making right here.

Nadia stopped and looked up at me quizzically. “Your Flutterby,” she said. “It’s got all funny. You’ve got lady bumps underneath.”

I must have looked puzzled because the child pointed at my chest. “Those wings, they’ve got bump thingies.”

Without thinking I glanced down, suddenly aware that what the child was talking about wasn’t my breasts as such, but my nipples. The temperature there where we stood had dropped and my nipples had stiffened under my t-shirt, enough to make them practically visible. Perhaps going without a bra that day had made them more prominent than usual… or maybe it was just being in the presence of this adorable little girl.

“Uh, it’s just the cold.” I shivered, and not because the sun had gone behind a cloud. The moment somehow felt strangely… arousing. “It’s my nipples, actually,” I said, lowering my voice, though there weren’t really any people nearby. “See, when the temperature goes down, the tips of your breasts sort of, um, stiffen. That makes them larger. Your nipples probably do that too, but not as much.”

Nadia stopped, looked thoughtfully up at me. “Can I see them?” she finally asked.

“What?” I asked back.

“Your nipples, see them big.” Without hesitating, Nadia reached up and slipped one hand under my t-shirt, and I was suddenly aware she was trying to lift my top up.

“Nadia!” I gasped, trying to pull her hand down. But she’d got hold of one of my breasts and was cupping it. I tried to draw away from her but she wouldn’t release my hand, gripping it tightly. It was almost as if she was determined to grope my tits, and only with great effort did I get her hand out from under my clothes.

“You shouldn’t do that,” I said, face flushed and, if truth be known, my nipples even harder than before. I tried not to seem angry, as I didn’t want to scare the child, but it was a disturbing moment.

On the other hand… why was I feeling a hint of warmth down in my panties?

This wasn’t an event for public viewing, so I steered the little girl into an utterly isolated place — the doorway to some future ride, I suspected. Here we were completely hidden from anyone’s gaze.

“Don’t you like me touching you there, Cathy?” Nadia sounded hurt. For a moment I thought she would cry.

“Nadia,” I began. I squatted to be at her height. “You can’t go round just feeling a woman’s breasts.”

The girl looked at me as if she didn’t understand. “But it’s nice,” she said, trying not to be upset. “I like feeling them.”

“And whose breasts have you felt before?”

The girl hesitated, a flush of color in her cheeks. “I promised I wouldn’t say,” she mumbled.

I felt my cunt twinge: a little girl feeling up a grown woman and promising not to tell? It was too intriguing, too delicious for me to let go. “Well, Nadia, I know you’re a very good and sensible little girl… and so I’m sure the lady wouldn’t mind you telling me, especially as you like feeling my titties.”

“Titties.” Nadia stifled a smirk. “That’s what Sarah calls them, too.”

“Sarah… Is that the lady you touched?”

“No!” The girl giggled. “Sarah’s my friend. She calls boobs titties – funny, isn’t it?”

“Yes, but you weren’t feeling Sarah’s titties, were you?” I was taking a gamble that Sarah was about Nadia’s age. Not a sister, as it didn’t appear that she had one.

“Sarah’s my bestest friend,” said the girl. “She’s nine next month, and I’m going to her party. She doesn’t even have boobs yet!”

Now on fire with curiosity — and, let’s face it, a growing arousal — I pressed the point. “Okay, but you and your friend Sarah have been touching a lady’s breasts, right?”

Nadia nodded. “It was only Miss Howard… an’ she said we could!”

“And Miss Howard is who…?”

A look of anxiety came over Nadia’s pretty face. “You won’t tell, will you?”

“No, I won’t tell. After all, I’m your friend too, right?” The girl nodded at this. “So we can have secrets.”

“Miss Howard is our teacher. She’s very nice and she likes us – me an’ Sarah – touching her boobs. But we only do it after class, before we go home.” She giggled. “Miss Howard is a les-bian. That’s the word for ladies who like other ladies instead of men. I’m a lesbian too.”

I felt my sex throb at the thought of two sweet little girls fondling a woman’s titties. I wondered how they did it. “Show me how you and Sarah feel Miss Howard’s boobs,” I said.

“Mmmkay, but you have to stand, ‘cos we reach up her blouse an’ stuff.” I nodded and stood, holding my arms away from my body slightly. “No,” said Nadia. “Miss Howard puts her hands behind her. She likes it best that way.”

I took a quick glance around. Incredibly, we were still alone, though I could hear the theme park and the crowds well enough to know that no one was approaching. We were quite alone in this quiet, ignored area of the fairground. I put my hands behind my back and thrust my chest. With a saucy grin, Nadia slipped both hands beneath my t-shirt.

“Look! I can make Flutterby move her wings,” the little girl laughed, and her small hands groping up my top and over my tits made the silver on the butterfly’s wings shimmer. I laughed at her hands, squeezing and caressing with surprising skill, even rubbing my nipples. I felt juices from my slit soaking through my panties. God, this… this child was getting me hot!

I’d better explain. Even though I was a married woman, my real passion was for other women. And while I led what seemed to be a perfectly normal heterosexual lifestyle, with the home and family I’d always wanted, I really defined myself as a lesbian.

Oh, I cared deeply for my husband Craig, mind you. A good man, a solid provider and a decent enough bedmate, I was happy to have him as a partner. But there was no way that he or any male could ever feed my lust and desire the way a woman could. So I had my lesbian affairs on the side, always careful to choose discreet lovers who posed no threat to my marriage — usually women with husbands of their own.

This, however, was something new and unsettling. Never before had I been turned on by a little girl, even in my kinkiest fantasies. Now I was confronted by an underage self-declared lesbian who was very much interested in getting to know me better… and I found myself wanting to explore her, to do forbidden things to that undeveloped, childish body.

In the meantime, I was leaning back against the wall of some inactive carnival attraction, letting little Nadia grope my tits, feeling more sexually excited than I had in ages.

Then Nadia said: “Miss Howard’s older than you. An’ her boobs are bigger and she wears a… a bra thing.”

“D-does she?” I asked, a small catch in my voice as Nadia’s little fingers pinched the tips of my breasts, fanning the heat I felt into an open flame. “Oooohh!”

“Did I hurt you, Cathy?” The girl was gazing up at me, her pretty face furrowed with concern, though she hadn’t taken her hands away from my chest.

“No, it was very nice, Nadia. You’ve got perfect little hands. Miss Howard must be very happy when you do this to her.”

“She is,” smiled the girl. “She says Sarah and me are her sweet little lovers.” Nadia blushes slightly. “Miss Howard showed me an’ Sarah how to kiss like grownups, too. We take turns kissing her, then I kiss Sarah.”

The thought of this woman – older than me, apparently, though children think anyone over twenty is fully mature – being fondled and French kissed by a pair of pretty little lesbian girls just about sent me over the edge. I moaned.

Nadia was grinning up at me. “You gonna come, Cathy?”

“C-come?” I managed to ask.

“Miss Howard says she comes in her panties when Sarah an’ me really get going. She makes sounds like you’re making when it happens.”

“Oh, yes,” I breathed, eyes closed, luxuriating in the possibility of having an orgasm, just from having my breasts fondled and teased.

“Can I touch inside your panties now?” Nadia whispered her hands still cupping my tits.

I opened my eyes and looked at her pretty face. “D-do you do that? Go into your teacher’s panties?”

Nadia made a face. “No. I want to, but Miss Howard says we can’t do that in class, ’cause someone might come in. So Miss Howard only lets me an’ Sarah feel her boobs… and we have to stop if we hear anyone at the door of her classroom.”

“Yes,” I breathed. I wasn’t sure if I was agreeing it made sense not to finger Miss Howard’s cunt in the classroom, or giving permission for Nadia to go in my panties. The child took it as the latter.

I was wearing a simple wrap-around skirt – not the best choice for a place full of rides, I admit, but then I wasn’t planning to go on many. For what Nadia wanted, though, it was perfect. She was inside my panties in seconds, where her little hand found my dripping cunt almost immediately. Like a homing missile.

I was sorry she had let go of my boobs, but once Nadia had found that hot, wet place between my legs she thrust the other hand beneath the T-shirt to feel me up.

In spite of myself, I said “Fuck!” as I began to come, which was about five seconds after her fingers slipped into the folds of my cunt.

Nadia giggled. “It’s naughty to say that word,” but I didn’t care. I gripped the girl’s shoulders so she wouldn’t move away – not as though there was any chance of that! – while I let my orgasm thunder over me, slowly settling to a raging torrent, finally easing into a gentle tide.

“Was that nice, Cathy?” The girl asked, as if she knew the answer.

“Fucking perfect,” I sighed, not caring whether it was a naughty word or not.

Nadia withdrew her hand from inside my knickers and held it up, grinning at me. “Look,” she said, “my fingers are all wet.”

I could see my essence on her fingers and I smiled through the waves of delight washing over me. “Of course, that’s what happens when a woman feels good.”

“What do I do with it?”

“Oh, Nadia, you lick it off.” I had slumped back a little against the wall behind me, not sure if my knees would hold me up or not. The girl still had hold of my tit and it felt lovely.

I watched, enthralled, as little Nadia carefully licked my juices off her fingers. She pondered the flavor, then cooed with delight. “Yummy!”

“That’s another way for girls to make love, you know,” I told her. “They lick each other down there.”

Her eyes widened. “Really?” she gasped. “Wow. I woulda thought that would be way icky, but” — she paused to suck her fingertips again — “you taste soooo good!”

My pussy throbbed anew at the thought of this child crouched between my spread legs, licking me. Then again, the idea of going down on her appealed to me even more.

I knelt before my underage lover, gazing deep into those warm hazel eyes. “Nadia… would you like it if I licked you that way?”

She stared at me, dazed. “You wanna do that to me?”

“I’d love to,” I replied, caressing her bare arm.

“But you’re not a lesbian, are you?” Nadia asked, puzzled. “You’re married… and you got kids!”

“I am married, little one… but I like women too. And right now, I think I especially like certain little girls.” I touched the tip of that adorable button nose.

“Golly,” she said, staring into the distance, her face alight with wonder. Then her gaze met mine, and she blushed. “Okay, yeah. Do I take my underpants off?”

“Why don’t you let me take care of that,” I whispered.

Taking a quick glance around to ensure that we were still alone, I reached beneath Nadia’s skirt and, grasping the waistband of her panties, gently slid them down to ring her ankles. “Step out, sweetheart.” She obeyed, and then her warm white knickers were in my hand. I felt a powerful impulse to sniff them, but figured it might weird Nadia out. Instead, I slowly lifted her skirt to get a glimpse of the child’s baby-smooth slit.

“Oh, honey,” I murmured, reaching out to stroke Nadia there. “You are so beautiful.”

Moving closer, I paused to inhale deeply, drinking in the fine scent of a young girl’s sex. The tang of her danced in my nostrils as I bent forward and took a long, loving lick.

“Oooooohhh,” a surprised Nadia cooed. “Th-that feels… golly!”

I didn’t bother with a reply. The child’s cunt was warm and wet and utterly delicious, leaving me ravenous for more. Grasping her bare hips with both hands, I licked harder, deeper, allowing the tip of my tongue to penetrate little Nadia’s vagina.

“Oh, Cathy, Cathy,” the girl gasped, “k-keep doing that!” Her fingers tangled in my hair.

Nadia’s juices flowed freely, and I drank them down as if I was dying of thirst. This was the loveliest sexual experience imaginable, sharing pleasure with a beautiful underage nymph… how had I gone for so many years without knowing the joy of little girls?

I sought out my young lover’s tiny clitoris, then took it between my lips to suckle. Nadia was panting hoarsely, legs trembling as her ecstasy continued to build.

Then a violent shudder coursed through the child’s body, and my excitement soared at the realization that I was making her come. I wondered if it was her first orgasm.

I took Nadia through the rise of her climax, then brought her back down to earth with feather-light kisses upon her sex. Finally she relaxed against the wall with a blissful sigh.

Lifting my face from between my little lover’s thighs, I peered up at her. “Did you like that, sweetheart?”

Wrapping both arms around me, Nadia answered my question by crushing her mouth into mine, her sweet tongue darting between my lips. I returned her affection with everything I had, kissing the child with a passion I hadn’t shown my husband in ages.

Finally we broke apart, and Nadia gazed at me with adoring eyes. “I love you, Cathy.”

I hugged this divine child to me, my hand drifting down to cup her bare bottom. “I love you too, Nadia,” I whispered, and a shiver raced through me at the realization that I was speaking the honest truth.

I was a thirty-something woman, contentedly married — or so I’d believed — who had fallen in love. With a little girl of nine. My God.

Her lips brushed my neck. “Will you be my girlfriend, Cathy? Miss Howard is too scared… but I love you more than her anyhow. Way more!”

Wanting to cry, I managed to choke back the sudden tears. “Yes, sweetheart. I’d… I’d love for us to be girlfriends.”

Our mouths drifted together, and we shared a tender kiss.

Then I heard people nearby, and my heart sank. I knew I’d only had a limited time with Nadia anyway, and longed to make love to her all over again. But being alone in even this unused place was too much to hope for. Nadia was looking disappointed that we were no longer alone.

I straightened my skirt and t-shirt, hoping my nipples didn’t look too obvious, and held out the girl’s wadded panties for her to take. She shook her head. “You can keep them, Cathy,” she said with a shy grin.

Quickly stuffing my little lover’s knickers into my purse, I led her out of our secluded nook.

The other people were a woman and a child, a girl not much older than Nadia, though I didn’t think she was as pretty. I was about to speak, say some nonsense about my child feeling unwell – but the woman beat me to it.

“Oh,” she said, looking incredibly guilty as we emerged. “I was taking, uh, Leanne here to look for… um, the toilet.”

The way the woman’s cheeks flushed, the furtive look on the child’s face… I knew exactly what they were looking for. A quiet place.

I took a deep breath and went with my instinct. “It isn’t a toilet back there,” I flicked my head back over my shoulder, “but it is quiet and private and, well, perfect for anything, really.”

The woman, who wore owl-like dark glasses, blinked at me, then a small smile came to her lips. She knew what I meant. “Thank you,” she said. “It’s so hard to find a suitably, ah, intimate space here.”

“I know,” I said. “We were lucky. Enjoy yourselves.”

I guided Nadia past the pair, smiling as I heard the girl say behind me: “Can we, Mrs Lloyd?”

Nadia was looking up at me, eyes round as she understood too. “Cathy… that woman,” she whispered excitedly. “Did you see her nipples?”

“Yes, I did,” I said with a smile.

“They were all hard an’ big and I bet that little girl’s gonna touch her titties!”

“I should hope so,” I smiled as we made our way through the rest of the busy theme park. Before we emerged into the brightly colored lights of the fairway, I glanced back to catch a glimpse of the woman and her young girl, dimly visible in the dark space where Nadia and I had been. They were kissing.

We merged into the crowd, heading back to the Scary House ride. I didn’t want to, but it was better to be there when Nadia’s family emerged. At least I could hold her hand, with fingers still slightly moist from my cunt. My desire simmered deep inside as I imagined the child’s bare sex, now completely exposed beneath her dress.

***

We were on the road, halfway between the theme park and home when my husband said: “That little girl you were looking after seemed sorry you left her when her family got back.”

“Oh, yes, little Nadia. I’d almost forgotten about her.” Quite a lie, beautifully told. “She and I got on well. She wanted to talk about Flutterby.”

“What’s that?” said my daughter Louise from the back seat.

“The butterfly on my t-shirt,” I said. “The girl was fascinated by it, but she couldn’t say ‘butterfly,’ for some reason. ‘Flutterby,’ she called it.” My pussy pulsed as I spoke, still warm from the memory of it all.

“Well,” said my husband. “Her parents were certainly grateful.”

“I know she was. She didn’t want to go on that sort of ride. There was only one ride she wanted to be on,” I couldn’t help but add.

“Her name is Nadia?” my daughter suddenly responded, “Wait a minute… I think she goes to my school!”

“That makes sense,” my husband said. “That family… the man was telling me they live about five miles from us. Small world, huh?”

“Really?” I let the conversation drift into silence. After a few minutes, I casually lifted my handbag up from by my feet and made sure I still had the piece of paper with Nadia’s home address, phone number and email address on it, nestled inside my little lover’s underpants. Not that it mattered — I’d memorized it anyway.

I would be paying her a visit, I knew, when the coast was clear, and we would undress, come together and explore the hot, juicy delights of lesbian lovemaking.

And one day — not right away, but before very long — Nadia’s little friend Sarah would join us. Nadia had assured me that Sarah would love to participate in our games. She also insisted that her friend was sure to love the taste of pussy, just like she did.

My little Flutterby will be very busy indeed, I told myself.

The End