Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By: Amanda Lynn

The Edmonton Aquatic Centre was a large, impressive building made of glass and steel. It was one of several buildings that made up the recreational facilities of the University of Alberta campus. Trish stared up at the angular lines, and the transparent glass walls of the main entranceway, impressed by its size.

The two girls made their way inside to the reception desk, paid the entry fee and headed off to the changing rooms. The humidity smacked Trish in the face as she followed Monica into the noisy room. There was row after row of lockers with wooden benches between them. The sounds of closing metal locker doors and the voices of young girls and women filled the air. Monica moved deeper into the room until she found an empty locker they could use.

Trish discreetly glanced from side to side as they walked, secretly hoping to catch a glimpse of exposed flesh. She had spotted a couple of girls, younger than she was, maybe seven or eight, standing by their lockers and chatting. Both were naked and just stepping into their panties. The closest girl had her back to Trish while the other girl, who was a little farther away faced her. Trish’s eyes quickly traveled to the cute round butt of the first girl then promptly to the bald pussy of the second. Memories of the pictures from the garage came flooding back, and not for the first time since they had left the garage, Trish wondered what it would be like to have a girl kiss her pussy or maybe even lick her there.

“You’re still thinking of those pictures, aren’t you?” Monica asked.

“Huh? Oh! Yeah.” Trish giggled, caught in her daydream.

Monica took Trish’s swimsuit from the gym bag and handing it to her. Then she leaned in close and whispered. “You didn’t like the pictures of the boy, did you?”

Trish didn’t recognize the expression on Monica’s face. Her step-sister was biting her lower lip and watching her as if she was hoping for her to say no. Trish had sort of forgotten about those pictures but thinking about it now she realized something. Seeing the boy’s cock in the girls’ mouth and pussy didn’t interest her very much. It was the photos of just the two girls kissing and touching that excited her. What did that mean?

She gazed into Monica’s eyes. “No. I don’t think I did.” Then she saw her smile widen.

“Good. Neither did I,” Monica said happily and stripped off her clothes.

The girls had their suits on and the street clothes secured inside the locker. Monica gave the combination lock one last spin before they headed through the showers to the pool.

“Hey! Monica!” A voice called from behind them.

Trish and Monica turned and saw a blonde girl waving at them with a bright smile on her face. Trish ran her eyes over the length of the girl’s body. She stood about the same height as Monica, only about 10 centimeters taller than her. Like her and Monica, the new girl was wearing a one-piece swimsuit, that showed off her toned arms and legs, probably on a sports team with Monica. Trish figured she must be close to Monica’s age as she too had small but noticeable breasts pressing against the fabric of her suit, her nipples quite evident.

“Gabby! Hey. I figured you would be away for spring break,” Monica said.

Gabby stopped just short of Monica. So close in fact that Trish though they would collide for sure. Then she did something odd. Gabby leaned in, bringing her face even closer to Monica, but then changed her mind. She straightened and took a small step back, glancing quickly at Trish then back to Monica.

“Hi,” Gabby said, in a subdued tone. She wasn’t sure, but Trish thought she saw Gabby’s face pinken just a bit. “No. Not this year. Dad couldn’t get the time off, and my grandparents are visiting for the week anyway,” Gabby continued.

“That blows. The not getting the time off part,” Monica said and put her arm around Trish. “You remember my step-sister, Trish, right?”

Gabby turned to face Trish and smiled. “Hi. I didn’t recognize you at first. It’s been a long time.”

Trish nodded. “Yeah. Last Canada Day.”

The three of them had gone down to Victoria Park to spend the day. They enjoyed all the activities, music, and the fabulous fireworks show after dark. Even though they had spent all those hours together, Trish had not caught the girl’s name. But now, after studying her face for several moments, she recognized her. Gabby had grown a bit taller, lost her baby fat, and of course, there were the boobs that Trish couldn’t help but steal glances at.

“Right!” Gabby laughed. “If I remember right, you had too much cotton candy…”

“…and puked in the back of the bus.” Monica laughed as she finished for her.

“Shut up!” Trish groaned, feeling her face flush. She couldn’t help but grin at the memory, and they all laughed for a moment before heading to the pool.

The water was a comfortable 30 degrees Celsius. Young children with their mothers occupied the shallow end of the pool, so the girls stayed a bit closer to the deeper water. They swam the width of the pool several times and jumped off the side making large splashes.

“It’s been a while since I’ve gone swimming,” Trish said, as they gathered at the edge of the pool.

“We try to come here at least once a week,” Monica said, motioning between her and Gabby.

“Speaking of coming…” Gabby said, and leaned over and whispered something in Monica’s ear.

Trish frowned. Not liking that they didn’t include her in the conversation. She watched as Monica pulled back and looked at Gabby wide-eyed and then grinned. She then glanced over at the lifeguard and then to Trish. Monica whispered something to Gabby, and the blonde swam away, along the edge of the pool.

“Feel like having some naughty fun?” Monica asked Trish in a low voice.

Trish studied her brown eyes and raised her own eyebrow. “What kind of naughty fun?”

Monica glanced over to where Gabby had stopped a few meters away, nodding at them with a bright smile. “Come on,” Monica said, and casually swam toward Gabby.

Curiosity grabbed hold of Trish and she followed her step-sister. When they reached the spot where Gabby had stopped, Trish saw that the pretty blonde girl was facing the side of the pool, her body pushed up against the blue cement. Gabby’s lips were slightly parted, and her eyelids were fluttering.

“Damn, that feels good,” Gabby moaned softly.

Trish’s eyes opened wide in sudden realization of what was happening. “Oh my god,” she whispered. She knew exactly what was going on. It wasn’t that long ago she had done the same thing, except she stopped before the good part. Just to make sure she was correct, Trish held onto the side of the pool and pushed herself under the surface. Looking to where Gabby had purchase on the wall, she could see the bubbles for the water jet, and it was hitting Gabby on her exposed pussy.

Gabby’s hand was holding the material of her swimsuit to one side, allowing the jet to hit her clit directly. Trish was enjoying the scene immensely, and she could feel that tingle in her core. She would have stayed where she was and continue to watch, but her lungs had a different craving. Trish broke the surface and took a deep breath just in time to see Gabby’s eyes roll and her body shake. The blonde had put a hand over her mouth to muffle the cry that escaped. She moved away from the jet, and after a couple of seconds, she smiled at Trish and Monica. “That was awesome. Who’s next?”

Monica looked at Trish and cocked her head. Trish wanted to. She really did, but she wasn’t sure she had the courage to yet. She glanced over to lifeguard station then back to Monica. “You go next,” she said, to her step-sister.

“Okay.” Monica giggled and moved to the spot that Gabby had vacated. Trish watched with fascination when Monica twitched and let go a soft moan.

“Oh fuck.” She whispered, and it shocked Trish to hear Monica say it. Sure, she heard the word at school, but she never said it nor did she ever hear it at either of her parents’ homes. Monica was starting to move, undulating her hips in the water. Her breathing quickened, and she had her eyes squeezed shut. Within moments she stiffened and let out a squeal before falling back into the water. She surfaced a few seconds later, wiped the water from her eyes and swam the short distance back to the side.

“Did you come?” Trish asked excitedly and a bit louder than she should have.

“Shhh!” The other two admonished.

“Sorry. But did you?” she whispered.

Monica nodded. “Un-huh. And it was a good one.”

They all giggled, and Monica put her hand on Trish’s back, pushing her toward the waiting jet. “Go on. It’s your turn.”

Trish hesitated, glancing back and forth between Monica and Gabby. Both girls gave her encouraging smiles, and Gabby nodded toward the spot on the wall. “Go ahead,” she said. “You won’t regret it.”

Smiling back, Trish took a breath and moved to the spot. At first, she didn’t feel anything and wondered if the jets were off. Looking down she could see where the water was churning, several centimeters just to her right. She moved and felt the pressure of the water hit her hip.

She adjusted again and a sudden familiar flash of electricity shot from her clit, straight up her spine. Trish gasped. Loudly. Both Monica and Gabby shushed her, but she didn’t hear them. She held her position and closed her eyes. The water pounded her clit sending wave after wave of pleasure through her. She twitched and shook and moaned at the sensations that coursed through her body. She felt a hand on her waist and another on her mouth, and she opened her eyes for just a second. Monica was there beside her, holding her, covering her mouth.

“Trish. You need to be quiet.” Monica whispered.

Trish nodded as another bolt of pleasure shot through her, setting every nerve ending ablaze. She moaned into Monica’s hand. She realized that Monica wasn’t moving away and she found herself enjoying her touch. She would have to visit that tidbit later. Right now, the pressure in her belly had reached its pinnacle, and a moment later Trish tumbled over the edge. Time stopped, and her world faded away. Her body went limp, and Monica had to hold her head above water.

When Trish opened her eyes moments later, she was looking up into Monica’s soft brown eyes. “Wow,” she said and giggled. “Why didn’t I do this before?”

“Ahem.”

The girls turned at the sound. Trish felt a wave of panic until her eyes fell on the young woman standing at the side of the pool. Trish sucked a breath and found herself moving to the edge of the pool, never taking her eyes from the lifeguard. The young woman stood still, hands on her hips and staring down at the three girls in the pool, an expression that none of the girls could read. Trish studied the woman, finding herself strangely attracted by her exotic look.

She was dark skinned, and her eyes were large and black. Her hair was just as black, and she kept it buzzed. Her breasts weren’t large, but they weren’t small either. She had a narrow waist with hips only slightly wider. Her one-piece swimsuit was snug and emphasized the strength and beauty of the fit body underneath, flat belly, and defined abs evident. Trish sighed, not understanding what her body was telling her right now.

The woman squatted and motioned the girls closer. Once they were all shoulder to shoulder in front of the lifeguard she spoke.

“Ladies, I know what you were doing,” she said, a matter of factly. There was no anger in her tone.

Trish filled with panic again, and she was sure the other two were also. She wanted to dive under the surface and never come up. Monica was about to say something, but the woman held up her hand.

“It’s okay,” she said, in a hushed voice. “If it were up to me I would let you hang there and get off on the jet until closing time. Hell, I might even join you.”

The three of them stared dumbfounded. Trish shook her head. Did she hear that right? She gazed up at the woman and their eyes locked for a moment. The corner of the dark-skinned woman’s mouth twitched upward.

“I liked the water jets too when I was your age. Still do, just not in public pools,” She continued. “Anyway, you need to stop. There are small kids and their mothers here, and I think the moms may have clued in on what you were doing,” she said, not taking her eyes from Trish.

Trish nodded. “Okay,” she croaked then cleared her throat. “What’s your name?”

The woman tilted her head and smiled. “Keesha,” she replied.

“You’re very pretty… I mean your name is very pretty.” Trish felt the heat rise in her face and heard Monica snort beside her.

Keesha’s smile widened and chuckled softly. “Thank you. You’re kinda cute yourself. What I can see of you that is… ah?”

“Trish. Her name is Trish,” Monica provided. “I think she’s in love.”

Keesha laughed and stood. “Okay, girls. Enjoy the rest of your swim and stay away from the jets,” she said, giving Trish a wink before heading back to her post.

Trish felt mortified, and her faced burned. She gave Monica a dirty look along with a playful slap on the arm. “I am not in love.”

Both Gabby and Monica laughed. “I don’t know,” Gabby said. “I think you were about to drool.”

With the allotted casual swim time over, the girls made their way back to the lockers. Stripping off their swimsuits and grabbing their towels they went back to the large communal shower room to wash off the chlorine from the pool. Trish stood naked under the spray of warm water, enjoying the sensation. She found herself thinking about Keesha and then the photos waiting back in Monica’s room. What would she look like naked? Trish wondered, trying to imagine Keesha without her swimsuit.

She glanced over at Monica who stood under the shower head beside her. Feeling embarrassed, as if somehow Monica had heard the naughty thought. She caught herself then, looking at Monica’s breasts and down to her pussy. Trish snapped her head forward just in time to see a naked Gabby, her back to Trish, turning on the shower directly opposite her. Trish let her eyes travel down the girl’s back to her smooth round ass.

Trish swallowed. It was a nice ass. She studied it a little longer as streams of water flowed over the flawless skin. Her gaze not moving, Gabby began to turn and Trish, unknowingly, licked her lips. She took in the small curly patch of blonde hair just above the girl’s puffy labia. She stared at it for a beat before letting her eyes travel up the girl’s body, only stopping at her breasts. A bit bigger than Monica’s and capped with pink nipples. Trish moved her eyes upward again until she caught the sparkling blue of Gabby’s eyes. Her broad smile touching them. Trish froze, and once again she felt the heat rise on her skin when Gabby winked. Trish quickly turned to face the wall and was thankful that Gabby didn’t say anything.

Sex with girls. She knew it. Deep inside she knew it. Her pussy knew it too, and it was telling her so, right now. Trish wanted, maybe even needed to have sex with a girl. She gave a quick glance to her right at Monica. She offered, right? This morning in her room?

***

It was nearly 10 P.M. by the time Trish, Monica, and their parents returned home. They had gone to the evening showing of a new film and then stopped for ice cream on their way home. Monica had Chocolate Chip Cookie Dough and Trish, Cookies and Cream.

“You girls have a good time tonight?” Jason asked as they entered the house.

“We did, Daddy,” Trish said with a giggle.

“Yeah. The movie was good, and so was the ice cream,” Monica added.

“Glad to hear it.”

“I think you two should go wash up and get into your night clothes,” Gwen suggested. “With all the sugar you ate this evening you probably won’t want to sleep. So, you can stay up for another hour or so if you promise to keep the noise to a minimum.”

The girls nodded their agreement, and each kissed Gwen and Jason goodnight. Upstairs they took care of their bathroom needs and slipped into nightshirts.

“Where did you hide the pictures?” Trish asked excitedly from her spot on the edge of her bed.

Monica grinned. “Someone’s in a hurry,” she said, retrieving the envelope from its hiding spot. “I bet you’re wet already, aren’t you?”

Trish didn’t respond and just stared at the envelope, Monica’s eyes went wide. “Oh my god, you are!” Trish didn’t have to check, she could feel the stickiness between her legs. As a matter of fact, she had been this way for a while. It was during the drive home that thoughts of the photos came forward in her mind, the two young girls licking each other. She wanted to try that, try it with Monica. Her arousal had flowed freely, and she tingled with excitement.

She nodded and looked up at Monica, sure that her step-sister could see the pink in her cheeks. With a small smile, she sighed. “Monica, can I ask you something?”

Monica moved to the bed and sat beside her. “Yeah. Sure,” she said, pulling the photos from the envelope.

Trish looked down at the first picture in the stack, the young blonde and brunette lying head to toe, eagerly licking the other’s pussy. “Have you… you know.” She paused for a second, then tapped the photo with a shaky finger. “Done anything like that?”

Monica chuckled. “Yeah. Lots of times.”

Trish looked over at Monica and saw a sparkle in her eyes. She wasn’t really surprised by that response, and she felt herself smiling at it. “With who?” She asked quietly.

“Gabby.” Monica didn’t move her eyes from Trish’s, her smile never faltering.

“Oh,” she replied, a hint of disappointment in her tone. Was that jealousy she was feeling? She looked down at the next picture. The blonde was on her hands and knees. The brunette was behind her, her tongue teasing the blonde’s anus. “Is Gabby your girlfriend?”

“No,” Monica said and leaned forward to catch her eye. “We’re just friends. Friends who like to have sex sometimes.”

Trish lifted her head and gave Monica a half smile. “Sorry, I don’t know why that bothered me,” she said. “I want to try this with you.”

Monica glanced back down at the picture. “You want to lick my butt hole?” She laughed.

“What! No!” Trish’s eyes shot back to the photo. “Gross! No, I want to try the other stuff. With you,” Trish said, with a laugh.

“Well, butt-hole licking is sex too, ya know. But I know what you’re getting at,” Monica said, putting the photos aside. “I would love to have sex with you if you’re really sure that’s what you want.”

Trish nodded enthusiastically and suddenly felt all tingly. Partly because Monica’s hand was now under her nightshirt and resting on her thigh. She watched intently when Monica moved closer to her, leaning in, her lips parting slightly and her eyes closing. Trish froze when her step-sister’s lips touched hers. She panicked, she didn’t know what to do. Monica must have sensed it as she pulled back and cocked her head, looking at her questioningly.

“Never kissed before?”

Trish shook her head. “Sorry.”

“Don’t be. Just do what I do, okay?”

“Okay.”

Monica leaned in again, pressed her lips against Trish’s mouth. Trish parted her lips and moved them with Monica’s. She felt the older girl put a hand on the back of her neck and pull her in, deepening the kiss. Trish gasped when she felt Monica’s tongue push into her mouth.

Tentatively Trish probed Monica’s mouth with her tongue. Then before she knew it, their tongues were twirling together. Her breathing was becoming ragged, and her mouth moved eagerly over her step-sister’s. Her body was thrumming, and her hands ran quickly over Monica’s back.

Monica soon broke the kiss. She was panting and giggling. “Wow,” she said. “You learn quickly.”

Trish smiled and let Monica push her back onto the bed. Monica lay partly on her, a leg moved between hers, and Monica’s hand roamed her flat chest. Trish moaned softly as their mouths met again and Monica began to kiss her harder, and then pushed her thigh against Trish’s pussy. Trish was on fire, and she clawed at Monica’s back, pulling her nightshirt up and caressed the soft skin underneath. Monica rolled her hips forward, rubbing herself against Trish and sending flashes of pleasure through her younger step-sister. Trish whimpered. She couldn’t believe this was happening, what she was feeling. She broke the kiss but tightened her embrace. She needed to breathe, and she didn’t want Monica to stop moving against her.

“Monica. It’s happening! Don’t stop! Please!” She was practically begging.

Monica grunted into her neck, increasing the tempo. Trish twitched as the pressure built in her core. Waves of pleasure flashed through her body as she raised her hips to meet Monica’s thrusts. She clawed at Monica’s back and stiffened as the pressure released, and an intense orgasm rocketed through her. She wanted to scream but only gave a muffled cry into Monica’s shoulder. She kept her tight grip on the older girl as Monica continued to thrust against her a little longer until her own orgasm took her.

They lay still for several minutes, waiting until their breathing slowed and the last of the aftershocks faded. Trish was amazed at how wonderful that felt. Of the five orgasms she had had in her life, all of which happened today, this last one was by far the best. Trish opened her eyes when she felt Monica move her body off her and snuggle with her.
“How did that feel?” Monica asked softly.

“That was awesome,” Trish said, with a giggle. “I hope we can do it again soon.”

Trish looked over at Monica, who had propped her head up on her hand and was smiling down at her. “We’re not done yet,” Monica said, with a chuckle. “That was just a warm-up.”

Trish felt her pussy twitch, and she squeezed her thighs together. “Really? There’s more?” She asked as an excited smile crossed her face.

“For sure,” she replied giving Trish a slow kiss. Trish moaned in protest when Monica pulled away and stood. Turning on the lamp beside the bed she made her way to the door, locked it, then turned off the overhead light.

Trish watched as Monica turned to face her and slowly pulled her nightshirt over her head and drop it to the floor. Turning her back to Trish, she bent at the waist and ever so slowly, pushed her panties down to her ankles and kick them off. Trish smiled at the sight of Monica’s ass. When Monica stood and turned, Trish saw the naughty grin on her face. She held her twinkling eyes with her own as Monica slinked back to the bed. She took Trish’s hands and pulled her into a seated position and leaned in, giving her a slow kiss and traced her lips with her tongue.

She let Monica pull off her nightshirt then guided her back down onto the bed. Monica again kissed her lips. Then kissed her chin, her neck, and down her clavicle. Trish gasped when she kissed her nipples. First one then the other. Monica circled them with her tongue and flicked at the stiff peaks.

Trish twitched and giggled a bit when the trail of hot kisses reached her bellybutton. Monica’s tongue played there too, driving Trish wild. As Monica continued her journey southward, it was Trish’s turn to prop herself up on her elbows. She watched with wide-eyed wonder as the girl kissed her way down to the band of her panties.

Monica looked up then and grinned wickedly at Trish. With practiced hands she thumbed the panties and slowly pulled them off her hips and down her legs, dropping them on to the floor. “Are you ready to have your mind blown?” Monica asked hotly.

Trish could only nod. She trembled with excitement. Her clit throbbed. Images of the two girls licking each other in the photos flashed through her mind. Only a few days ago she knew nothing of sex, let alone sex with another girl. Now here she was, doing just that.

Trish moaned, and she felt her arousal trickling down her ass. She took a breath and held it when Monica crawled up the bed and placed a soft kiss on her inner thigh. Then another, this time on the opposite side. She kissed her hip and ran her tongue over her skin to her mons, stopping just shy of her clit.

“Monica,” she moaned.

“Yes,” Monica replied sweetly.

“Please. I can’t take it,” Trish whined.

Monica giggled, and Trish twitched when a tongue traced the outer edge of her labia, down one side then back up the other. Trish sucked a sharp breath as Monica’s tongue pushed into her wet folds. Monica explored that one spot for an agonizingly long time, or so it seemed. Trish thrust her pelvis skyward, craving more of her step-sister’s tongue.

Moving her head slightly, Monica flicked the girl’s clit, and Trish jerked as a powerful jolt shot from her sensitive bud. Kissing and sucking and licking, Monica continued to torment the young girl. She swirled her tongue from clit to entrance, dipping inside for a moment, then moving back to her clit.

Trish was panting now, and her chest heaved. She clawed at the bed sheets, gripping them tight in her fists as her nerves caught fire. Pleasures she had never experienced before swept through her body, threatening to tear her apart. Soon, it became all too much, and she cried out as an intense wave of euphoria washed over her. Her back arched and her head flung back. Monica stopped moving but kept her mouth on Trish’s soaked pussy, kissing softly until she brought her back down.

Trish finally relaxed, collapsing back on the bed. Her mind was reeling from the intense pleasure she had just experienced. How was it that Monica could make her feel so good with her mouth and tongue? And now she had to amend her previous thought, this orgasm had been the best by far. A soft kiss on the lips caused her to open her eyes, and she saw Monica smiling at her. She hadn’t noticed the older girl move from between her legs. What she did notice though was a strange taste on Monica’s lips that wasn’t there before.

“Kiss me again,” Trish said.

Monica smiled and kissed her. Their mouth moved together slowly, and Trish focused on the taste, it wasn’t as strong now, but it was still there. When the kiss ended, Trish was still analyzing the flavor.

“What are you thinking about?” Monica asked.

“Hmm? Oh, that taste on your lips. It’s different.”

Monica giggled. “That was your pussy you were tasting.”

“Oh my god! Really?” Trish asked. Realizing now that Monica had just spent the last several minutes licking and sucking and kissing her pussy. Of course, her juices would be all over Monica’s mouth. “Is that what you taste like?”

Trish watched with fascination when Monica pushed two fingers into her own pussy then brought them to her mouth. She could see the glistening goo on their tips and gasped softly as Monica slipped them into her mouth, sucking them clean.

“Umm, yummy,” Monica said. “Not the same as yours, but close.”

Trish swallowed. “Can… can I try licking you?”

“I would like that,” Monica answered. She rolled on to her back and spread her legs. “But only if you want to.”

Yes, she wanted to. Damn, she had been thinking about this most of the day. That didn’t help with the nervousness she was feeling though. Trish rolled onto her side and cupped Monica’s breast, squeezing, and kneading the soft flesh. She glanced up at Monica and saw that the girl had closed her eyes, her lips parted. Turning her attention back to the small breast that she held, she studied the pebbled areola and the stiff pink tip.

Trish put her mouth on her step-sister’s nipple and kissed softly, once, twice, then a third time. She parted her lips and let her tongue poke out, feeling the warm texture of Monica’s skin. She flicked her tongue, and the girl responded instantly. Monica sucked a short breath and released a soft moan.

“That feels nice, Trish. Don’t stop.”

Trish’s courage and curiosity grew. She was literally exploring new territory, and without reservation she opened her mouth and sucked on the nipple, letting the flat of her tongue tease the surface.

Trish continued to suckle, enjoying these new sensations, wondering why she had never done this before. She wondered if her best friend back home had ever done anything like this. If she might be interested in doing it with her. Trish would have to think about that. Later.

“The other one is feeling lonely,” Monica said, playfully.

Trish peeked up again. Monica’s eyes remained closed, and she was breathing quicker now, her skin flushed red from her arousal. Trish smiled and moved to engulf the other nipple with an eager mouth. She let her hand wander down the girl’s belly, feeling the warm dampness of her skin, and subtle twitching of the muscles underneath.

Her fingers explored the sparse patch of hair for a moment, before journeying farther. Her hand trembled slightly with nervous anticipation. She’d never touched a girl there before, and she only touched herself there to wash. Nothing sexual about that. And the quick feel of Monica’s pussy the night before didn’t really count either. Not really.

Monica’s hips jerked as Trish’s fingers brushed over her swollen clit. She stopped for just a breath, waiting for Monica to say something. When no cry or command to stop came, she continued her exploration. She pushed a finger through the wet heat of Monica’s labia and easily slipped into her entrance. Monica bucked which only forced Trish’s finger deeper. Monica then whimpered a mournful “No,” as Trish quickly withdrew. The unintentional penetration and unexpected reaction of Monica had startled Trish.

Satisfied that things were okay, Trish pushed her finger back in, feeling the smooth wetness of Monica’s vagina. Pumping her finger slowly she gave one last suck on the nipple in her mouth. What she felt beneath her hand fascinated her, and she had to see it. Had to lick it. Had to taste it. She moved quickly down the bed and positioned herself, so her face was only centimeters from Monica’s sex.

Feeling the sticky wetness of her step-sister’s vagina on her finger, Trish absently put it in her mouth and sucked it clean. The tangy sweetness of Monica’s juices grabbed her attention, and she stared at the finger she had just sucked on. Surprised with herself, and the pleasant taste, Trish leaned in and softly kissed Monica’s pussy.

“Yes.” The older girl hissed above her.

She kissed again, then tentatively probed the slickness with her tongue. Swiping upward through wet folds, Trish lapped at Monica’s juices. Entirely by accident, she flicked the older girl’s engorged clit.

“That’s it, Trish. Right there,” Monica gasped. Trish felt Monica’s hand tangle in her hair, trying to guide her mouth to where she wanted it the most. “Yeah, there. Lick my clit.”

Doing as asked, she moved her tongue, chasing the hooded bud. Trish flicked and sucked at the sensitive flesh. Monica groaned, thrusting her pelvis upward. Trish, feeling her own clit throbbing, rolled her hips, pressing her needy sex into the bed. Trish moved her mouth downward again, savoring the texture, the taste, and even the aroma of Monica’s very wet pussy. Her step-sister’s juices coated her mouth and chin, and Trish loved every second of it. Feeling the opening beneath her tongue, she knew what she wanted to do.

She stiffened her tongue and pushed it into Monica’s vagina. Trish was amazed at just how wonderful this wicked act was. How it made her feel, how it made her own pussy throb. As she fucked Monica this way, she pressed her pussy harder into the bed. It only took moments before a powerful orgasm rocked both girls.

“Oh, fuck me!” Monica screamed into the pillow she held over her face.

Trish would have cried out as well, however with her tongue still inside Monica with a fresh flood of arousal oozing around it, she couldn’t make the sounds. She just held on. Her own body caught in the throes of ecstasy. White light blinded her, and a soothing wave of warmth spread from her core, radiating outward to every point of her being.

She wasn’t sure how long she had lain there, her tongue back in her mouth, the sweet taste of Monica’s juices still very present. She was content, very content. She still wasn’t sure why she wanted to have sex with a girl so much, but she was glad she did. Doing it for the first time with Monica had made it that much better.

Her cheek rested on Monica’s thigh, and she gazed at the older girl’s pussy, watching a small droplet of milky white goo slide from her entrance. In her thoughts, she replayed what she had just done, and how wonderful it was. She sighed just as a hand touched her head and stroked her hair.

“Hey, you okay down there?” Monica asked softly.

Turning her eyes, she smiled at the pretty face that smiled back at her. She moved up Monica’s body and captured her mouth with her own. She kissed her for only a moment before cuddling in beside her.

“I’m great, and that was amazing. I’m so glad you showed me how. Thanks,” Trish said, toying with one of Monica’s nipples.

Monica chuckled. “You’re welcome. But are you sure you’ve never done this before? Because what you did to me down there. Holy crap, Trish. It was amazing.”

Trish felt a wave of pride and satisfaction wash over her, and a broad smile crossed her face. “Thanks. But are you sure I did okay?”

“Okay? You were awesome. Hell, you’re almost as good as Gabby, and that’s saying something.”

It was Trish’s turn to chuckle. “Really? She’s that good?”

“Uh-huh.”

Trish lay quiet for a moment, picturing Gabby naked in the shower room at the pool earlier in the day. She was pretty and had a sexy body, and Trish wondered what it would be like to lick that puffy pussy with the blonde hair. To let Gabby lick her.

“Do you think I could find out?” Trish asked.

“Find out what?

“How good she is?”

Trish looked up as Monica rolled on her side to face her. Trish saw the narrow-eyed stare that Monica gave her.

“You want Gabby to go down on you?”

Trish blinked.

“Lick your pussy?” Monica clarified.

“Yeah. Do you think she would?” Trish was quite serious. She had loved what Monica had done to her, but if Gabby is as good as Monica says, then she had to try. She studied her step-sister’s face, eyes darting looking for some sort of indication. Then Monica’s smile grew to a grin.

“I’m pretty sure she would say yes if I asked her.”

Trish gave a happy squeak. “You’ll ask her then? Maybe we can have a sleepover or something before I go home on Saturday?” Trish asked excitedly as a little tingle of excitement shot from her core.

“I’ll ask,” Monica said, with a chuckle. Before she could say anything else, Trish was on her, their mouths fusing. The girls brought each other to one more quick orgasm before sliding under the sheets and drifting off into a blissful sleep in each other’s arms.

On to Chapter Four!