Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

You’ll never guess what happened the very next night. It was like the culmination of everything that had begun nearly two and a half years earlier when I first watched my mom have sex with the babysitter, spying on them from upstairs…

The initial hint of something special came at around noon on that Saturday, December 18th, when the phone rang. It was Paula Crawford, calling to float an idea with my mom. She proposed that together they throw a big New Year’s Eve bash — an exclusive kind of party, for mothers and daughters only — and hold it at Paula’s house, which was even larger and nicer than ours. Their place was built on the side of a hill and had a huge rec room on the lower level that opened onto a backyard patio. It was a perfect spot. Even if it ended up too cold that night to spend much time outside, we could still grill out there and bring the food inside.

Mommy thought this was a wonderful idea. She and Paula brainstormed for a while, coming up with plans for what to eat and drink and working on an invitation list. In addition to our extended family — including Dana and Chelsea, plus Megan and Samantha — Theresa and her daughter Emily definitely would be there. Paula had already talked with them about it. She also said that Alexa insisted she wanted Hannah and Lindsey to be invited, along with their mothers. That was fine with us, of course (I was standing by my mom, listening in). Mommy next suggested we include Karen and Miranda and Marisol. Paula hadn’t met them yet, but she said that sounded great. Then I nudged my mom and whispered that we should also invite Ms. Firth and Cadence. That idea was accepted as well, and the guest list was complete.

Assuming that everyone could attend, it added up to 22 people (not counting the baby, Jorge), with nine moms, four teenagers, and nine pre-teen girls. Quite a party!

But then, after this discussion was complete, my mother and Paula made even more plans. They decided on the spur of the moment that they wanted to go out dancing that very night. Paula clicked some buttons on her phone, turning it into a three-way call with Theresa, who quickly agreed to join the gaiety. Dana and Megan were already at our house, so they were easily invited too. It would be a fun night of clubbing and dancing for the moms, while I would be responsible for staying home and taking care of all the girls. Lucky me!!

And then still another thing happened. Shortly after my mom hung up with Paula, the phone rang again. This time it was for me.

“Julie?”

“Yeah?”

“Hi, this is Alexa.”

“Oh, hey, Alexa — how are you?”

“I’m good, how are you?”

“I’m great.”

“Okay, so, um, I guess our moms are going out tonight, right?”

“Yeah, I guess they are,” I nodded.

“And, well, I hope you don’t think I’m rude, calling up and inviting myself again, but like… is it okay if I come over to your place too, along with Riley?”

“Is it okay? Sure it is! Of course it’s okay!” I gushed, grinning like a maniac.

“Good,” she chuckled, “I’m glad you don’t mind that I have no manners at all.”

“No, I don’t care,” I giggled. And then, feeling bold, I added, “Anyway, I think you’re really cute, and I can’t wait to see you again.”

“Aww, Julie, you’re the best. You always know what to say to make me feel good.”

I didn’t know what to say to that, so I just stood there blushing and giggling. Why in the world would this older girl like someone like me, who was such a total dork? I didn’t know the answer, but I sure was glad she did!

“All right, so, I guess I’ll see you tonight then,” said Alexa.

“Yeah, okay, cool. See you tonight. Bye.”

“Bye.”

Wow! Oh my god! That was twice now that Alexa had called up to ask if she could come over and spend time us, with me. It was so awesome!

I was floating on air the rest of the day, impatient for the evening to hurry up and get there and the other girls to show up, Emily and Riley and Alexa. Chelsea and Samantha were already at our house. They’d had dinner with us, along with their moms.

At around 8:00, Theresa and Riley arrived, and Paula and her two daughters not long after that. The women stood around for a few minutes complimenting one another on their appearance — all five looked hot, dressed for a sexy night of flirting and showing off their bodies — and then they left. Megan drove, as usual, since she would typically drink the least.

So there we were, seven girls from age 16 down to age 7, ready to have our own kind of fun.

“What do you guys want to do?” I asked, looking around at the group. The others just shrugged, no one making a suggestion yet.

“Um, do you want, like, I mean, something to drink? Or maybe some dessert or whatever?” This I addressed to Alexa, feeling it was the polite thing to say.

“No, not really, not now,” she said. “But thanks, maybe later.”

“Wanna play Undercover Spy?” asked Kate.

The younger kids thought this sounded terrific — but Alexa had another idea. “We could, that would be great. Except, you know what? I wanna do the nipple test first, like last time, okay?”

The Nipple Test! Omigod yes!! Now everyone was really excited.

“Okay, so we’ll need a blindfold,” I said. “And of course we need to get naked.”

“That’s no problem,” grinned Alexa, pulling her hoodie sweatshirt off. Underneath she wore a thin white tank top with no bra, and the blonde teenager quickly removed that too. We all stared at her revealed breasts, so much more developed than ours. They weren’t especially large, probably a B-cup, but beautifully rounded like a pair of apples, and topped with pert pink nipples.

We’d seen her boobs before, of course, at the giant slumber party only a week earlier, but that didn’t stop us from gawking. It would be very easy for any one of us, completely blindfolded, to identify her by touch. Alexa had the most amazing tits!

She gave us a toothy cheerleader smile, proudly holding out her chest, obviously relishing the attention.

Kate was the first to follow her lead after we’d all finished staring. My sister yanked off the long-sleeved shirt she was wearing, along with a short-sleeved shirt, tugging them both off at once and tossing them away. At 11 years old, Katie still didn’t have much in the way of boobs. They’d already acquired a nice shape, however, even if they were only about the size of egg yolks. Her brown nipples looked like little buttons.

“Nice,” Alexa nodded, her gaze eagerly taking in my sister’s small breasts.

“You like girls?” Kate blurted.

This was kind of forward, and a bit awkward. I hadn’t told Kate, or anyone else, about the private conversation I’d had with Alexa on the night of the party, just before we fell asleep, when she confessed to me that she was a closet lesbian.

Evidently Kate could read the signs, though, could detect a same-sex longing in the older girl’s eyes. But now I was worried that Alexa might be angry, might think I’d revealed her secret. Luckily, that wasn’t a problem.

“Yeah, um, I…” the teen stammered for a moment, blushing, then recovered. “It’s true, I do like girls. I haven’t told many people yet, hardly anyone really, but I guess it’s okay. Might as well let everyone know. I like girls.”

“That’s cool,” said Kate. “I like girls too. I’m a lesbian.”

“Me too,” added my sister Molly, and this was echoed by Chelsea and Samantha, who stated almost in unison, “Me too.”

“And you already know I am,” I laughed. “My whole family is.”

Alexa turned to look at Emily, raising her eyebrows as if to ask the question. The lovely 9-year-old just shrugged her shoulders, not saying a word. But when Alexa’s gaze next went to her own sister, Riley, the flirty blonde cheerfully piped up, “I think I do, you know, like girls better, I mean. I like Emily and Molly, and um, well, all the ones here. I like girls.”

“More than boys?” Alexa asked.

“Uh-huh,” Riley nodded.

“Wow…” said Alexa.

“I think, um, maybe I do too,” Emily ventured, “but, you know, I don’t know for sure, maybe though.”

“It’s okay if you don’t know for sure,” I told her. “And it’s okay if you like boys better, either way is fine. Or if you like both, that’s fine too. Whatever makes you happy, that’s all that matters. Don’t worry about what anyone else says or thinks. Just do what feels right for you.”

“Yeah, Julie’s right,” said Alexa. “I should, um, I really should be more brave, I guess, and not try to hide it any more. But, anyway… are we gonna do the nipple test now?”

“Yeah!” came the affirmative chorus — and right away the rest of the girls began taking off their clothes. I did too, and within less than a minute, we were all nude, standing around and looking at each other in the family room, giggling.

“Lemme get a blindfold,” said Kate, going to the cabinet by the TV where we stored all the scarves and things for Undercover Spy. She found the strip of black cloth we’d used before, and pulled it out. “Who’s gonna be first?”

We did the test, taking turns, although with fewer girls it wasn’t especially difficult to identify who was who. The 7-year-olds, Chelsea and Samantha, both still had completely flat chests, of course, but Samantha was several inches taller than her best friend so it was fairly easy to distinguish between them. The three 9-year-olds, Molly, Riley, and Emily, each showed only the barest beginnings of development, cute little buds. Emily’s, however, were the most pronounced. In the past year or so, she’d really started to sprout, gaining height and a bit of a figure. It was clear that as the girl continued to mature she would become a striking beauty, just like Theresa. Riley and my sister Molly had not much more than puffy nipples at that stage, but while Riley was slim, Molly, who was almost a year younger than her friends (she’d skipped second grade), still had some baby fat. They weren’t too hard to tell apart, even with a blindfold on.

As a result, nearly all of us made a perfect score. We didn’t have prizes this time, but that was okay, because the game itself was so much fun — feeling each other up for much longer than was really needed, fondling and stroking the bare nipples while pretending to have a hard time figuring out who it was we were touching.

I went last, and by the time my turn was over, my pussy was very wet. I wondered if it would show, but when the black cloth was removed from my eyes and I glanced down between my legs, I didn’t see any telltale moisture. I certainly could feel it, though!

Now it was time for Undercover Spy.

“Are we gonna use the same secret kiss?” Alexa asked. “Or should we make up a different one?”

“No, we won’t use kisses,” Kate told her. “That’s only for when you have a really big group, with lots of teams.”

“Oh, okay.” Alexa nodded, frowning slightly. She’d only played the game once and didn’t know that the rules could vary, depending on, well, on a lot of things.

Kate went on, “But we do have to search each other for hidden weapons.”

“Weapons??” Alexa blinked. There’d been no mention of this the previous time she played.

“Yeah,” said Kate, “we — well, I’ll you about that after we get upstairs, in the closet.”

“I like doing that,” Riley giggled.

“Me too,” I agreed, rubbing the girl’s shoulder.

“Um, but let’s see, teams…” Katie put a hand on her chin, looking over the group. “We’ll have two teams, red and blue, and two evil scientists, me and, uh, Chelsea. Lemme get scarves for you guys.”

She dug out three scarves of each color, then split us into teams. I was on the red team with Riley and Samantha. The blue team was Molly, Emily, and Alexa.

After turning off all the lights, we followed my sister up the stairs, wearing nothing but scarves tied around our foreheads. Kate found a secret formula bottle in her bedroom and handed it to Chelsea, then led us down the hall to Mommy’s room. There she ushered us into the walk-in closet, shutting the door behind us. The only light still on in the house was the one above our heads.

“I know you don’t know this,” Kate said to Alexa, “but usually when we play, we start by taking off each other’s clothes and then searching for hidden weapons, ‘cause that’s what real spies do, right?”

The older girl nodded, white teeth gleaming in a huge smile. It was clear she would go along with anything, no matter how extreme. I looked at her erect nipples, thinking how nice it was going to be to play with her in the dark, when we did the search. My pussy was getting even wetter.

“Okay, so, we’re gonna search each other, after I turn off the light,” said Kate. “You have to search everyone, even people on your own team, plus me and Chelsea too. Search everybody everywhere, all over, make sure they’re not hiding anything, okay?”

Everyone nodded. We were eager to start!

Kate switched off the light and we began the search. As with our nipple test, this went on quite a bit longer than was actually necessary. Our hands and fingers went everywhere, touching and feeling and probing. There were sounds of heavy breathing and soft moans. It quickly became warm inside the closet, a steamy, almost tropical heat, not just from our bodies but from our feverish sexual arousal.

When girls reached between my legs, they discovered my moisture, my abundant lubrication. No one said anything about it, but more than one of them used that slippery fluid to rub my pussy, stroking my clit, a few even reaching down to insert a finger briefly into my vagina, thrilling me.

I wasn’t the only girl who was wet and creamy. Kate was too, and so was Emily. And Alexa! Oh my god, Alexa!

When I put my hand between her legs, feeling the teen’s smoothly shaved pussy lips, I immediately encountered a big gooey glob of her juices. There was so much of it I wondered if some had dripped onto the floor — and that thought made me even hotter. I boldly caressed her labia, rubbing the wetness all around. She had her hands on my breasts, squeezing the nipples. We both groaned in pleasure.

I grabbed her butt with my other hand, pulling her against me. Straddling Alexa’s thigh, I humped the older girl’s leg as I aggressively rubbed her pussy. In response, she pinched my nipples even harder, enough to hurt, but I didn’t mind that. I loved it, it totally turned me on.

Showing surprising will power, I managed to convince myself I really shouldn’t have sex with Alexa — not then and there, anyway, but maybe later! — and reluctantly drew my hand away from her crotch. Before leaving her, however, I raised the hand to her mouth, running my slippery fingers along her lower lip. She giggled and briefly licked the fingers, and then we separated, moving on to other girls.

Finally, after another few minutes, after we’d all had numerous opportunities to fondle each of the others in the dark, Kate said the search was over.

“Okay, so, Chelsea and me are gonna take one team out now, the red team,” she told us, “and put ‘em inside another closet. Then we’ll yell and say it’s time to count to a hundred while we go and hide somewhere downstairs, all right?”

We played the exciting game, racing and chasing and laughing and wrestling — plus a lot more groping of one another’s naked bodies — until at last the red team claimed victory, getting back to our mother’s bed with the bottle containing the secret formula. My team won, yay! Truthfully, though, I didn’t care very much about winning. It was just fun to play.

We sat there together, panting and grinning: eight hot and sweaty girls, a few of us with creamy pussies, now plainly visible. What, I wondered, would happen next?

Several suggestions suddenly came out all at once, overlapping in comic fashion. After we finished giggling about that, we sifted through the possibilities. Riley wanted to do one of the secret kisses again, the version that involved giving hickeys. Everyone agreed this was a good idea, since the marks we’d received a week earlier had almost entirely faded away. Mine was still the most visible, a big one my sister Kate had planted on my left breast. Molly wanted to play Truth or Dare, and the other girls liked that idea as well. Samantha’s proposal was to have ice cream — and that’s what we decided to do before anything else, because why wouldn’t we?

We trooped downstairs, filled up bowls with Ben and Jerry’s, then sat on the carpeted floor in the family room, enjoying our treats. We were in a circle, still naked, of course, each girl sitting cross-legged, chatting happily. After our ice cream, we’d play Truth or Dare, and following that we’d refresh the hickeys.

“And, um, you know, there’s another thing I think we oughta do later,” I said, after swallowing a spoonful of Chunky Monkey.

“What’s that?” asked Alexa.

“Well, we haven’t really talked about it yet, but are you staying over tonight? Riley and Emily are, I know that, but are you?”

“Um, yeah, I guess so. If it’s okay, I mean, if you want me to.”

“Yeah, I do want you to,” I told her.

“Okay,” the teenager smiled, giving me a wink.

“But, what I want to do is, after the moms come home…” and I proceeded to lay out my plan, a scheme that made everyone itchy with anticipation.

It still wasn’t very late then, not quite 10:00, and none of the girls seemed the least bit sleepy at that point, not even the youngest ones. I didn’t expect the women to get back until around midnight, however, if not later, and I was hoping I could keep everyone awake until they arrived. It all turned out perfectly, as you will see.

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