Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

I first felt the tingle between my legs while looking at another person in the eighth grade, when I was twelve. That person was another girl, Liz, who was in my class.

She wasn’t a girl that was in my circle of friends. She was in a clique with a bunch of stuck-up girls that I couldn’t even pretend to a part of, way out of my league. She was, though, in my swim lesson class at the pool club so I had an advantage over a lot of other girls. I got to see her naked.

After I realized that it was seeing her that way that made me feel tingly between my legs, I would go home after swim lessons, go directly to my room and masturbate. I would tell my mother that I was tired from the lessons and needed to lie down. Closing my door, I would strip naked as I walked to the bed, flop down on it and touch my sweet spot until I got some relief from the tingling.

That was basically the whole of my eighth grade year, far as I can remember it. I don’t remember any classes or events or any other classmates. I only remember swim lessons where I could see Liz naked, then masturbating while thinking about her. At that time, I didn’t even have a fantasy about being with her or what we might be doing together if we were. I just saw her in the nude, then jilled off while thinking about her body.

That situation changed dramatically at the end of eighth grade. The big event at the end of the year was a class trip to New York City. We went down on a bus on a Friday, stayed overnight, spent all of Saturday taking in the sights and a Broadway show, then traveled home Saturday night.

Liz and I ended up in the same hotel room and, unbelievably, in the same double bed. Two other girls were also in the room, mind you, but no adults. YES!

Naturally, it took us forever to settle down, and the chaperones paced the hallways until we were reasonably quiet. After that Liz and I were very quiet. We hadn’t even talked much, even being in the same bed together. I mean, we weren’t even used to saying ‘Hi’ to each other, either at swim lessons or at school.

I think, in retrospect, that I was so quiet that Liz thought I was asleep. I wasn’t. I was like hyper-awake, so acutely aware that the object of so many masturbation sessions was lying next to me with just a t-shirt and panties on. I wanted desperately to touch myself, but I didn’t dare because I knew she’d hear me.

But then I heard a little rustle next to me that might have been the back of a hand moving under a sheet, and the rhythmic breathing of someone masturbating. Just as those sounds became steady, Liz’s free hand reached over and touched my thigh. I started a tiny bit, then froze again. I still wanted her to think I was sleeping so I could see what was going to happen next.

What happened next was that her hand came up onto my panties and began touching my pussy through the cotton. It was electrifying. I started breathing heavily, then without hesitation, but quietly as I could, I snaked my thumbs into the elastic of my panties and pushed them down to my thighs. Liz hardly missed a beat, but now she was touching my pussy lips directly. She wasn’t exactly doing it in the right place, so I took the task directly in hand and touched myself as well. Our hands were brushing together as they both worked my pussy.

When we both had relieved ourselves a bit we stopped. I would have gone on, but I wasn’t about to start making a lot of noise and probably wake up the other girls in the room. I wanted to touch Liz too, but I didn’t right away and then it was too late. I was so happy, though, that it happened.

Liz pushed my panties the rest of the way off my legs and pushed up my t-shirt so that it was bunched up under my arms. She’d done the same thing to herself and, pushing me onto my side facing away from her, she sidled her naked body up to mine and spooned me. I could feel her cunny on my bum and I wanted to start touching myself again, but she held me tightly and we fell asleep. Luckily for us, we both woke up before the other girls, so we had a minute to pull ourselves together.

That next day was so odd and painful for me. Liz and I didn’t speak at all about what had happened. In fact, Liz didn’t speak to me even once. She went back to hanging with her clique buddies and sat with them on the bus back home.

It wasn’t until we went for a swim lesson after school the following Tuesday afternoon that she talked to me. “Do you want to sleep over Friday night?” she wanted to know.

“Of course!” I blurted out even though I was trying to be cool and nonchalant.

Liz put her finger to her lips, cautioning me to silence or at least quite discretion, and I nodded, realizing that just because I had been thinking about her for the entire school year, outing ourselves as a couple isn’t what she had in mind, even considering our one little tryst. I went home walking on air, so happy to be seeing Liz again that week.

It seemed as if Friday would never come, but it did — and my mom dropped me off and did the parent thing with Liz’s mother Barbara. She came to the door in a really skimpy string bikini, a thong and just a bit of something covering her nipples. She was so beautiful. Even Mom was fumbling for words, though that might have been because of how close to being naked Liz’s mom was, not how beautiful. Me, I couldn’t take my eyes off of her.

Liz and Barbara had been swimming in their pool, and planned on cooking supper for us outside. I was envious of the pool and the house and the mother, all three. Liz had such an amazing life; I felt drab compared to her.

Without having talked about or planned it, Liz and I both hurried through dinner and even skipped dessert. Liz told her mother that we wanted to get to the movie she’d rented for us to watch in her room.

We did put the movie on, but Liz and I also got right down to the sex. She started pulling her clothes off, and I just followed suit. It was sort of like the locker room only I suspected that I would be able to act on my feelings — though I wasn’t totally sure of what exactly that would entail. For sure though, I was getting that tingly feeling between my legs in a big way and if nothing else, I would be touching myself soon.

Instead of that, though, Liz pulled me onto the bed and onto her and we kissed and pressed our bodies together for a long time. I’d barely kissed a guy any longer than a few minutes before, and here I was naked and making out with Liz. More amazing, though, is that we still hadn’t really talked.

Liz rolled us onto our sides and put her hand between my legs, separating my pussy lips, and began to finger me. My plan was to just imitate what she did for as long as I could, then improvise. It turns out that imitation works really well in a situation like that, if one of you knows what to do. Liz did know what to do, and she took us through mutual masturbation, different positions for oral and even fingering each other’s assholes, which I thought would be really gross — but when combined with a thumb on your clit and a couple of fingers in your pussy, it’s very hot.

I think we made love all night, or at least until dawn when we slept a little bit. Her mother routed us out of bed by reminding us about our Saturday swim lessons, and we pulled ourselves together.

After the lesson, Mom picked me up and we went our separate ways.

I was beginning to think that I would end up spending another miserable week without Liz talking to me, when she phoned. She told me how much fun she had when I stayed over, and hoped we could do it again sometime. Liz also hinted about hanging out at other times… but her friends were being dorky about including me, so it was awkward. I told her I understood, which I did. I would have trouble including her in my own crowd, even though she was from the best clique and people would kill to be her friend.

I asked my mom if Liz could stay over at our house, and she said yes. It wouldn’t be as much fun, because we didn’t have a pool and it would be my dorky parents instead of her cool ones, but I wanted more of what we’d already done. We decided on Saturday night the following weekend, so that we could sleep later on Sunday.

Liz and I again hurried through dinner so that we could watch that movie we had rented in my room. But when we got there, we were soon naked in each other’s arms and loving each other up. After a bit, Liz showed me how we could put our cunnies together by intertwining our legs. It was an odd sensation at first,, but it got both of us really hot and we helped out by using our hands on each other, too.

When that made us come, I asked her where she’d learned that from.

“My mom,” she said.

“Your mom? She knows about us?”

“Yes, and she wants to watch.”

“She wants to watch what? You and me, doing this?”

“Tribbing, it’s called. Can you stay over next weekend? My dad will be away.”

My head spun. “Um… what will your mom do? I mean, while she’s watching?”

“Probably touch herself, why?”

At that point, I was so dazed that I simply dropped the subject.

It was another long week, waiting for Friday to come. It was impossible for me to study. Thanks goodness, school was nearly over for the semester. I spent every moment I could masturbating, thinking about being with Liz and her mom. I wanted her mom to watch me touch myself, and to see Liz and me rubbing our pussies together.

Mom didn’t need to do the mom thing that next time, so she dropped me at Liz’s house and I let myself in. I heard Liz and Barbara at the pool and went outside.

I was surprised to find them both naked, horsing around in the water. Liz explained that when her dad wasn’t home, she and her mom pretty much stayed naked — in the summertime, anyway.

“We’re sort of a nudist camp,” Barbara said. “Will you join us?”

She climbed out of the pool. God, what a gorgeous woman. She was closely shaved between her legs. Her firm breasts were even more beautiful than I remembered them to be in her little bikini. I wanted to touch them.

We went for a swim, but after a minute or so, Liz asked me if it would be okay if we did what we had talked about last weekend, where we had sex with her mom watching. I nervously laughed, then nodded my head.

The three of us dried off and went into the house. We went upstairs but instead of stopping at one of the second floor bedrooms, we went up to the third floor. There were a couple of bedrooms up there and a bath. Barbara told me that this was a private place for her and Liz, and her husband didn’t know it was ever used.

Barbara settled into a soft chair by the bed. She said that we should pretend that she wasn’t there and do whatever we felt like doing. I don’t think she realized that having her there watching was making it even more exciting than the other nights — and they had been the most exciting of my life so far.

I was so aroused that I had to touch myself, and I moved to face Barbara as I began to finger my pussy. Barbara responded right away to this, opening her legs and putting a hand on her shaved mound. She and I could have gone on doing that for awhile, but then Liz got my attention and then we were making love.

I didn’t look at Barbara again until we were tribbing. I remembered Liz telling me that it was something that her mom had taught her. I glanced over at Barbara — she had a vibrator and was using it on herself quite roughly, coming over and over. I guess she did like watching us. I certainly liked it, and hoped that Liz did too.

I wanted to do more of these kind of things with Liz’s mom. Actually, what I really wanted was to fuck her.

As it turned out, Barbara wanted more than just watching too. Once she’d come a few times from her vibrator and it looked like Liz and I were slowing down, she came to join us on the bed. She lay back and opened her legs, and Liz immediately knelt between them and went down on her. It surprised me to see that happen, but I soon realized it wasn’t the first time that mother and daughter had been together.

From where I was, her breasts were within reach, so I touched them. They were heavenly.

“Do you like my breasts?” she wanted to know.

“Yes,” I was compelled to say. “I love them.”

“Then they are yours, little one. A gift from me. If you want to take care of them properly you will suck my nipples for me.”

Funny, I was thinking the same thing. I nursed on one, then the other. She was moaning, but I didn’t know if that was because of Liz licking her pussy, my nursing or both.

Either way, when I came up for air, Barbara whispered in my ear, “Will you sit on my face, please?” With a bit of assistance, I mounted her and settled in for a long, hot ride.

That was just the beginning of what turned out to be a very satisfying relationship. I ended up spending nearly as much time at Liz and Barbara’s place as I did at home, and we had sex hundreds of times. Once we graduated high school, Liz went off to college, where she found a girlfriend who would eventually become her wife.