Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

by Joe Dornish

Normally on Monday morning, I’m not exactly keen to get up for school. That day was different, though. I jumped out of bed and into the shower as soon as I was awake. I took extra care over my hair, leaving it down but pinned back at the sides and out of my face. I put on a matching white knicker and bralette set with a tiny yellow flower pattern. Then my black tights, the sheerest ones I had, which were still quite thick. Next was my blouse, it’s a light blue colour with long sleeves and the school badge embroidered on the pocket. Then I slipped on my short navy blue pleated skirt. I twisted the waist on itself twice, raising the hemline a few inches so it was at the top of my thigh, as far as we were allowed. Not that I could get the skirt any shorter and still keep my bum covered. Lastly, I put on my navy blue jumper with the school badge on it and my black slip-on shoes.

When I got to the kitchen, Lilly was eating a bowl of cereal and Mum was munching on some toast.

“MORNING!” I announced with far more cheer than either of them was used to seeing from me that early in the day. I kissed Mum as I always do, then quickly kissed Lilly on the top of her head, which I never do, “Morning, squirt,” I said.

“Weirdo,” she muttered.

Mum giggled. She knew the reason for my good mood.“What do you want for breakfast sweetie, cereal?”

That wouldn’t do. I wanted something special. “Can I have scrambled eggs on toast, please?”

“Someone’s got an appetite,” she said and winked at me.

Lilly looked up at us. She’d picked up on something in the conversation, but couldn’t work out what. She quickly went back to worrying the last bit of cereal around the bowl. By the time Mum had made my breakfast Lilly had finished eating, and was idly playing with a piece of paper.

Mum looked up from her own plate. “Lilly, if you’ve finished eating, go and brush your hair and get your shoes on.” As my sister slowly made her way out of the kitchen, Mum called after her, “And make sure you’ve got your ballet stuff.”

“These eggs are good,” I said.

“Thank you, sweetheart.” There was a soft tone to Mum’s voice that made me take notice. When I glanced up at her she was listening to be sure Lilly had gone upstairs. She turned to me and said in a hushed tone, “When you leave school today, Poppy, make sure you come straight home, okay?”

“I always come straight home, Mum. I’m not in any clubs or anything.”

Mum was blushing, “I know, it’s just I’ve organised a little surprise for you.”

“Ooooh, a surprise! What is it?”

She shook her head. “You’ll find out when you get home. Not a word to your sister, though. Okay?”

“Why? Is it naughty?”

Mum giggled, then kissed me, her tongue darting between my lips for an instant. “Yes, it’s naughty,” Then she whispered, “Erotic would be an even better word.”

Then a scowling Lilly stomped back into the kitchen, “Mu-um… I can’t find my leotard.”

“Come on honey, I’ll help you look for it,” Mum said, and they went upstairs together.

Erotic? My mother has an erotic surprise for me? Excited didn’t even begin to describe how I felt.

***

I didn’t see Mia at lunchtime that day; she had a music club thing to go to. So I was sitting on my own outside on a bench overlooking the sports field, munching on a sandwich. It was windy and quite cold, so most of the girls were eating inside. I liked the solitude, though — it gave me a chance to think about whatever it was my mother was planning. Then, out of nowhere, a strikingly beautiful blonde girl plonked herself next to me on the bench.

“Hi,” she said cheerily.

I recognised her straight away. Her name is Henrietta Cavendish-Brown, or Henri, or Hen, depending on who you ask. I have a bit of a crush on her, but she’s way out of my league. She looks like a cheerleader, with perfect blonde hair, blue eyes and a big friendly grin. She is fourteen and in year nine, two years above me.

“Hi,” I said and took a bite of my sandwich, trying to act casual.

“I’m Henrietta… you can call me Henri if you like.” she said and offered her hand.

“Um… I’m Poppy,” I said, shaking hands with her.

“Do you always eat alone out here?”

“Nah, normally I eat with Mia, but she’s at some music thingy.”

“Oh, I know her, I think. She looks a bit like you?”

“Yeah, that’s her.”

“You two are like peas in a pod,” she said, smiling.

This whole situation was too weird for words. I had to get to the bottom of it. “Henri, don’t take this the wrong way or anything, but… why are you talking to me?”

“HA! Good on you, get straight to the point, eh?” She had a deliciously posh accent that was making me melt inside.

“What I mean is, aren’t you worried people will see you?”

“See me what?” she asked, with a confused frown.

“See you talking to me. I mean… I’m two years below you!”

She just grinned, “You’ve been watching too many high school films. This place can be a bit cliquey, I’ll give you that, but it’s not so bad. Nobody cares if I have a friend in year seven. And if they do, then they can just fuck off.”

I loved the way her velvety tone wrapped itself around the swear word. She pronounced it ‘fuck orf’, and it sounded positively delicious. I may have been drooling at this point, it’s a bit hazy.

“So we’re friends then?” I said, frowning.

“You’re blunt, I like that. You’re always on your own or with… Mia, was it?”I nodded.

“Sure, I’d love for us to be friends. If you see me around, don’t be afraid to say hi, okay?”

“Okay, I will.”

“Good stuff. Right, must dash.”

Then she jumped up, blew me a kiss and trotted off. When she got a few meters away she called out to me, “Hey, Poppy. You need anything, just let me know. Anything at all. Okay?”

“Thanks. I’ll, um, I’ll see you around.”

The path she was heading for, not more than five meters further on, was a busy route between buildings. Henri had made sure to say that last bit loudly enough so at least half a dozen people heard her. She had publicly declared she was my friend and didn’t care who knew it.

WHAT. THE. ACTUAL. FUCK. JUST. HAPPENED?

I spent the rest of the day trying to work out what this Henri girl was up to. I couldn’t stop wondering why she wanted to be my friend, asking myself what she had to gain from it. Maybe I was being a bit cynical… but could it be that she was playing a prank on me? Okay, she seemed sincere, but I decided to remain on my guard just in case.

When school ended, it was just starting to rain. I was in the front hall by the main entrance waiting for Mia so we could walk home together. When she finally arrived, the hall was downright chaotic — girls milling about everywhere.

We turned to leave, and I nearly bumped right into Henri, who was with two other girls, “Hi, Poppy!” she said, giving me a huge smile.

I was nervous, but kept my cool. “Hey, Henri. How’re things?”

“I’m good, thanks. The weather’s a bit shit, so we’re waiting for Mummy to come and get us. Poppy, this is Olivia and Chloe.”

The two girls flanking Henri waved and smiled, chirping, ‘Hi!’ in stereo. I just nodded and smiled back.

“Are you walking home in this?” asked Henri, frowning at the mild autumn storm that was brewing up.

“Yeah. It’s not far, though.”

“Oh, dear… I would offer you a lift, but I already promised Chloe and Livs, plus Mum’s already got a couple of her chums in the car. I’m so sorry. Next time though, okay?”

“That’s okay. Thanks, though, it was nice of you to think of me.”

Then Olivia said, “Hen, your mother’s here.”

“Gotta dash. Bye,” said Henri, blowing kisses to Mia and me.

“Er. Poppy?” asked Mia when they had gone.

“Yeah.”

“Um. What just happened?”

“I’ve got no idea.”

On the walk home, I told Mia everything that had happened at lunchtime. We both concluded that this wasn’t a prank, but neither of us could come up with an explanation for why Henri was being so chummy with me.

When we got to the point where we always split up, I said to her, “Um, do you fancy coming to my house after school one day? You know, just to hang out and stuff?”

Mia seemed genuinely pleased. “Yeah, okay, thanks. What day?”

“Maybe Thursday or Friday, I’ll check with my Mum.”

“Okay. See you tomorrow then.”

“Bye.”

“Oh, and Poppy… I’ll listen out for any gossip about Henri, then let you know if I hear anything.”

“Thanks, Mia.”

When I got home, I kicked my shoes off and shook my coat out. Mum came out to greet me wearing a red polo neck top and a black A-line skirt that came down to the knee, with calf-length black boots.

“The weather is terrible,” Mum said, shaking her head. “I should have picked you up.”

“Mum, we’ve talked about this. I like to walk home with Mia.”

“I know, but still, in this weather? Are you very wet?”

“My coat took the brunt of it. Just my tights are wet. I’ll take them off in a minute. Where’s Lilly?”

“She’s at her ballet class. Take those tights off right away, we don’t have much time.”

I was already peeling them off, “Why the rush?”

“Um… your little surprise, remember?”

“Oh, hell! With everything that happened at school, I forgot! What’s the surprise?”

“What happened at school? Are you okay?” She looked concerned, as if I’d been wounded or taken ill or something.

“I’m fine, I’ve had a great day, I think. I’ll tell you later. I’m ready for that surprise now, if you’ve got it!”

“First, let me ask you this — do you fancy a game of Under the Table, or whatever you call it when you go under there?”

Was that my surprise? I remember Mum telling me that it was going to be something naughty. “Yes, please!”

“How would you like it if there was a… different view from what you normally see?”

I had no idea what Mum was talking about, so I just sort of frowned at her.

“If you like, then there will be another person for you to look at while you’re under there. Someone besides me.”

“Someone else? Who?” Suddenly I was in a state of excited panic, my heart going mental.

Mum put a finger to her lips. “It’s a secret. Here’s how it will work. First, no talking. Second, once you’re under the table, she’ll come in and sit down. Third, no peeking at her face! Fourth, when you’re… erm, finished, she’ll get up and leave. Then you can come out.”

My head was buzzing with excitement. “Are you serious?”

Mum shrugged. “If you don’t want to, you don’t have to, it’s fine. I just thought…”

I fought to calm myself. “No, Mum, wait. I mean… yes, please, with bells on. I really want to do this. Thank you.”

“That’s my girl.” She kissed my forehead.

“Wait, Mum. Does she know I’ll be under there?”

“Of course she does! What do you take me for? And yes, she knows how old you are and exactly what you’ll be doing. Oh, and you can touch her, but don’t go any further than you did with me. Okay?”

Holy cow, was I ever thrilled! “We’re really doing this?”

“Yup. But only if you want to. I need to know you’re okay with it.”

I was nodding before she was even done talking. “Yes, yes, I want to do this. It’s fine, I know what you’re getting at. You’re not forcing me, I’m doing this of my own free will. There, how’s that?”

“Ha! You wonderful girl, you,” she said, then gave me a deep kiss that made me feel warm all over. Then the doorbell rang, which made us both jump. Mum quickly turned to me. “Hurry now, get under the table. Remember, don’t come out until she’s gone. And no talking!”

“Okay,” I said and dashed into the kitchen. Diving under the table, I slid my knickers off. Something told me they’d just be in the way

There were whispered voices in the hall, then I saw Mum’s lower half as she entered the kitchen. Right then, though, my attention was centred on the woman who followed my mother. She wore a black leather mini skirt and matching heels. Her bare legs were slim and shapely with a perfect light tan.

Mum sat down in her usual spot, then the other woman took the seat to my left, hitching her skirt right up to her waist as she sat. I was open-jawed in shock — she wasn’t wearing panties! Her clean-shaven kitty was close enough for me to touch.

I sat there gawping, then looked down at my lap. Without even thinking about it, I’d already begun to masturbate. When I looked up again, Mum had spread her legs and pulled her skirt up, too. She was wearing sheer black tights, but no knickers. I could clearly see the folds of her kitty, pressed up against the dark nylon.

I must have looked like someone watching a tennis match, my head swivelling one way, then the other. Then the mystery woman put a hand between her thighs. I watched closely as she pleasured herself, a slender, perfectly manicured finger trailing up and down through her opening.

I thought I’d died and gone to heaven. I tentatively reached out and touched the woman’s knee, then stroked my way up her leg as far as I dared to go, fingering myself all the while. The urge to come was building, getting stronger by the second. It wouldn’t be long now, I was starting to recognise the signs that my orgasm was about to happen. A glance to my right told me that Mum had joined in, rubbing herself through those sexy black tights.

Then the woman plunged a finger inside herself. I heard the liquid sound it made, and that was me gone. I closed my eyes, squeezed both legs shut with my hand trapped between them and kind of humped my fist while I clung to the mysterious lady’s leg. I’m sure I heard her moaning, but it may have been my mum — or perhaps both of them, I wasn’t sure.

My orgasm was huge, so big and juicy that I ended up making a puddle where I sat. This time, though, I didn’t fall down or pass out, although I felt very light-headed. It was an awesome experience.

Then the most amazing thing happened. The woman pushed a finger deep inside her very wet kitty, then pulled it out, crooked the finger and beckoned me closer. When I was near enough to feel the warmth of her sex on my face, she extended her hand, clearly offering that finger to me. I didn’t know if this was allowed, but if this woman wanted me to taste her, I was all too willing.

Taking that glistening finger into my mouth, I gently sucked it clean. It tasted so good, like nectar. Eager for more, I bathed it with my tongue until all her juices were gone. Then she gave me a cute little goodbye wave and stood up. I watched as she shimmied her skirt down and followed my mother out of the room. It was only a quick glimpse I got, but I thought her bum looked amazing. I had an urge to jump out and bury my face between her cheeks, but knew that would have got me in trouble.

A short while later, Mum came back in and said, “The coast is clear, you can come out now.”

“Who was she?” I asked, crawling out from under the table, still slightly lightheaded.

“Did you like her?” Mum said, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear and stroking my cheek.

“Uh-huh. She was lovely. Well, the view I had was lovely, anyway.”

“I can assure you that the rest of the view is just as good.”

“Stop teasing me! Who is she?”

“It’s a fair question, and if you really have to know right now then I’ll tell you. But it’ll be more fun if you wait.”

“Wait for what?”

Mum glanced at her watch. “We’ve got a lot to talk about, you and I… and your sister is due home in a minute. Why don’t we have a chat later tonight, after Lilly has gone to bed, then you can tell me all about what happened at school today. Would that be okay?”

“Um, sure, but only if you promise that we really will talk tonight… or I won’t get a wink of sleep!”

“I promise, sweetheart.”

***

Over dinner that evening, Lilly kicked up a stink about her bedtime. My little sister goes to bed at 8 PM, and I turn in an hour later. Mum had promised that when we moved to the new house we could talk about that, which Lilly and I took to mean that we’d both get a later bedtime.

I could have screamed. Of all the nights that Lilly could have chosen to remember this and bring it up, she had to do it that night, when I was desperate for her to go to bed so I could have my private chat with Mum.

In the end, Mum gave into Lilly’s pleading and moved both our bedtimes to an hour later. And after all that, Lilly goes and falls asleep in front of the telly at a quarter to nine!

Mum carried her up to bed, then came back downstairs and sat down next to me on the sofa. When the program we were watching was over, she poured herself a glass of white wine and said, “So… tell me what happened at school today.”

Her bringing up school made me remember something. “Before I forget, is it alright if Mia comes home with me after school one day, and maybe stays for dinner?”

“Of course it’s okay. You can invite her home whenever you like, you don’t need to ask first. I’ll drop her home after we’ve eaten. Not too late if it’s a school night, though.”

“Thanks, Mum. So… you’ll never believe what happened to me today!”

“Erm, let me guess.”

“Good luck, you’ll never get it.”

“I think that…”  She put her hand on her chin and squinted at the ceiling in an exaggerated pose that suggested deep thought, “I think that you were sitting all on your own in the cold at lunchtime, and a beautiful blonde girl came up and offered to be your friend.”

I could only gape at Mum like an idiot. “How did you know that?” I cried.

Mum was grinning from ear to ear. “This may be a lot to take in, but I think you’re ready… in fact, I’m sure you are.”

“Ready for what? Please, Mum, no more teasing. Tell me!”

“My sweet Poppy… l love you so much,” she said, stroking my cheek.

Oh dear, we were dangerously close to cooing territory. Mum can ‘coo’ for England, that’s what Lilly and I call it when she goes all soppy over us. She’ll sit there dreamy-eyed and telling tales of when I was a little girl for hours if I let her. I needed her to get to the point.

“Mother, I am ready, I am happy, we’re all good. PLEASE… Mum, I have to know what’s going on!” By then, I was practically bouncing in my seat

“Sorry, love. This isn’t easy for me, you know… I’m a little nervous.”

Now she said it, I could see the concern on her face. She took a sip of wine, took a deep breath and said, “From the beginning, then. About a year ago I met someone. Her name is Kiki.”

That name rang a bell, but I couldn’t place it. Mum carried on, “She and I are in a relationship, sort of.” I was about to ask what she meant by ‘sort of’’ when she held her hand up, “I know, but bear with me. Kiki and I are close friends who have sex with each other. We are very close, but not exclusive. That means we can see other people if we like. Understand so far?”

“I think so. It’s like you do sex stuff with her, but she’s still more of a friend.”

“Spot on,” Mum said, tapping the side of her nose. “We’re free to be with other people if we wish, there’s no commitment in the traditional sense. But we’re close friends and care deeply for each other.”

“It sounds wonderful, Mum. Where did you meet?”

“At a party in Soho. She’s thirty-four, blonde, an inch or two shorter than me and lives right here in Westerfield.”

“I’ve got so many questions! Wow, I don’t know where to start.”

“Just let me finish telling you everything…  then you can ask what you like.”

“Okay.”

“Kiki is just her nickname, her real name is Corine Cavendish-Brown. She’s on the board of governors at your school — in fact, it was Kiki who helped me get you a place there.” Mum smiled at me as that sank in.

“Ah, so that’s who it was.” Then the penny dropped, “Hold on… that’s Henri’s mum! My new friend! Is that why she wanted to be my friend — because you and Kiki told her to?” I wasn’t sure I liked that idea.

Mum could see that, and hastened to reassure me. “No, no — quite the opposite, in fact. Kiki and I thought it best that we wait so I could introduce you properly. I met Henri soon after I met her mum, so I’ve known her for a while now. I’ve told them all about you and Lilly. We talk about you two quite a lot, and they really want to meet you girls. When Henri saw you sitting on your own in the cold and wind, it broke her heart. She couldn’t help coming up and saying hello to see if you were all right.”

“I’m glad she did, she’s nice.”

“Henri is wonderful, I know you’re going to love her. And Kiki, too.”

“Can we meet them soon?”

“Yes, but just you, not your sister. We need to keep this a secret from Lilly… for now, at least.”

“Why?”

She took a big gulp of wine, then said, “Kiki, obviously, is a lesbian. The thing is, Henri is gay, too.”

That surprised me. Henri was so pretty and popular that I’d sort of assumed that she was into boys. It made me tingle all over, finding out that she was like me. “I didn’t know that,” I admitted.

“That’s not the really big secret, though,” Mum said. “What I’m about to tell you is something you have to keep completely to yourself. Promise me you’ll do that?” I nodded. “Well then, here it is. Kiki and Henri have been in a sexual relationship with each other for nearly four years. They’re lovers.”

Shocked as I was, I somehow managed to do the math, and figured out that Henri was having sex with her mother when she was nine or ten — even younger than me! Despite the fact I’d been masturbating all weekend while having sexy thoughts about my own mother, this revelation shook me to the core.

Those fantasies of making love with Mum were more like fairy tales than anything that could actually happen in real life — just my imagination running wild. Mothers and daughters didn’t really do things like that! Now I knew that sometimes, they did.

Questions were flying around my head. I voiced one. “Just checking, that’s illegal, right?”

“Uh-huh. Very much so. Twice illegal, because Henri is underage.”

“And… you’re okay with this?”

“Henri is very mature and capable of making her own decisions, and she doesn’t do anything she doesn’t want to do. My question, though, is this: how do you feel about it?”

“Honestly?” I replied with a shrug. “I’m fine with it… more than fine. If they want to be lovers, then that’s their business, and good luck to them. Henri seems happy, anyway.”

Mum gave me a huge smile. “God, I love you,” she said, then kissed me on the mouth.

I had to smile back. “What’s that for?”

“I just love you, that’s all. Anyway, Henri has been wanting to get to know you for a while, but Kiki and I asked her not to introduce herself until we were ready. If Henri was seen speaking to you at school, we worried that it might seem odd, since she’s a couple of years ahead.”

“It did seem odd, yeah. It was nice that she did, though. Mia was dead impressed.”

“Well, nobody knows that you, me, or Henri are gay. Each of us will make that public at some point, I’m sure, but only when we’re ready.”

“So it’s just Kiki who’s, um, open about being a lesbian, right?”

“Correct. Okay… are you with me so far?”

I was taken aback. “So far? You mean, there’s more?” To be honest, I wasn’t sure how many more surprises I could handle.

“One or two things. Don’t you want to know who was under the table?”

“Oh, yeah, I completely forgot! Let me guess… was it Henri?”

“Ha! No, but her mum will be pleased you thought so. Kudos to her. It was Kiki.”

“Oh my God! Really?”

“Uh-huh.”

I could only shake my head in awe. Not only had I got to watch Mum’s lover masturbate, I’d tasted her pussy! “I can’t wait to see what the top half of her looks like.”

Mum grinned, “You’ll love her. She’s a grownup version of her daughter.”

“If that’s true then you’re right, I will love her!”

Mum took my hand. I could feel her trembling. Draining her wine glass, she set it down and looked at me. I could feel myself getting lost in those warm brown eyes. “So, um, do you think it’s okay for a mother to be… attracted to her daughter?” She was nervously toying with a strand of her hair as she spoke.

My heart was pounding. I knew what she was trying to tell me, and I knew my answer… but right then, I decided to show her my feelings, not say them out loud. “Mummy?”

“Yes, sweetie.”

“Will you kiss me? The way you did last night?”

She moved in slowly. I shivered when our lips touched — which made Mum shiver, too. Then I settled down and sort of let her lead me, copying what she did. When she playfully nibbled my bottom lip, I did the same to her a bit later. It was like a fun, sexy game of follow-the-leader, only played with our mouths. Then Mum brought her tongue into it — and just like that, our kissing turned hot and sexy.

My knickers were so wet that I probably could have wrung them out like a damp flannel. I felt my hands wanting to reach out and touch Mum’s body, but I wasn’t sure if that was allowed, so I kept them where they were. Her tongue was exploring — teasing my lips, probing into my mouth, inviting my tongue to dance. I felt so aroused that I didn’t know which way was up.

Finally Mum gently broke away and whispered, “I’ll take that as a yes, then.”

“Huh?”

“That yes, you do think it’s okay for mothers to be attracted to their daughters.”

“Oh, that. Hee hee, yeah, that’s definitely okay.” I said, then kissed her again to emphasise my meaning.

“You’re so sweet. Okay, it’s time to have a serious discussion, young lady. Come on, sit up.”

I obeyed, though not without pouting a bit. “Do we have to? Can’t we kiss some more?”

“Maybe later.” She took my hand again. Did she have even more to tell me? What more could there be?

“Before we go any further,” she began, “there’s something I need to know. I have to be absolutely certain that you get what I’m talking about here, that you and I want the same thing. Most of all, I need to be sure you understand that i’m not… putting pressure on you in any way.”

“Mum, I…”

She cut me off. “No. Hear me out. Poppy, I have to be one hundred percent sure about this. I need you to tell me that you understand what I’m asking you. And why we need to be careful.”

“Okay,” I replied, slowly nodding. “So, um, how about I just sort of tell you what I think you’re saying?”

“Sounds good… go for it.”

I took a deep breath and held it for a second, then let it out slowly. “You and Kiki are sort of lovers… and Kiki is having sex with her daughter Henri. Now, you’re asking me if I think it’s okay for mums and their daughters to — to be attracted to one another. Okay so far?”

“Yes,” Mum replied.

I gazed deep into her eyes, speaking as seriously as I ever had in my life. “Mum, are you asking if I want to have sex with you…?”

My mother looked as if she was about to faint, but she never looked away, “Yes,” she whispered. “Yes, sweetheart… I am.”

I stared at her for a heartbeat, then threw both arms around my mum’s neck. “Oh, Mummy,” I cried, “the answer is yes. YES! I’ve never been so sure of anything in my life!” Abruptly breaking away, I cupped her face in my hands, our noses almost touching. “And, I know it’s like, the world’s biggest secret, ’cause mums and their kids aren’t s’posed to be lovers. But I don’t care, it’s totally what I want. Oh, wow, I’m so excited! And I am a hundred percent sure, honest I am. Oh, and I love you more than anything… so, y’know, whatever happens, we’ll be okay.”

I hadn’t planned any of that; it all just came pouring out. I was trying to convince Mum that YES, this was very much what I wanted, just in case she had second thoughts and decided I was too young for sex. I was shaking by the time I’d finished.

Mum bundled me up into her arms. “I love you so much,” she said, pausing to kiss my ear. “I’ll always be there for you.”

“I love you too, Mummy.”

“But, are you really sure?” she said, teasing me.

“YES! I’m sure!” I insisted, then began to tickle her ribs. Mum is incredibly ticklish, and she burst into gales of helpless laughter.

“Okay, okay, you win,” she gasped, pushing my hands away. “You’re sure, I believe you.”

We fell back on the sofa, drifting into a lovely cuddle. “So, er…does that mean we can have sex now?” I asked.

Mum chuckled. “That’s my girl, always says what’s on her mind.”

“Is that a yes or a no?”

“Yes, we can have sex, but not yet.”

I sat bolt upright, my mouth set in a scowl. “WHAT? WHY? WHEN?”

“Hey hey, calm down, you’ll wake your sister up.”

“Nothing would wake her up.”

“True, but still, keep your voice down. Remember I said I need to be sure? Well, we’re going to do one last thing before we go any further. I’m going to give you some time to digest all this. I want to make sure you’re comfortable with the idea of the two of us becoming lovers. Can you do that for me?”

I gave a dramatic sigh. “Oh, Mum, I told you how much I want to do it… but we can wait, if it makes you happy. How long, though?”

“Good girl. Um, say, Saturday.”

“Saturday? That ages away, that’s like… FIVE DAYS!”

“Shhhhh! I’m glad you’re so keen, honey… but let’s take our time here. There’s no rush.”

“There is a rush, a big rush, a huge rush. What if we waited two days? Would that be okay?”

Mum just rolled her eyes. “I was going to surprise you… but clearly you’re not going to let this drop. I thought It would be nice if our first time together was special. I’ve arranged for Lilly to have a sleepover with her friends on Saturday, she’ll go over there in the morning. Then, you and I will meet Kiki and Henri for lunch and hit the shops. We can all go back to Kiki’s house for dinner and spend the night there. It’s a beautiful house, and there’s a nice spare room you and I can use. Would you like that?”

Would it? I was so excited, I actually forgot to breathe for a moment. “God, yes! That sounds… incredible. I just wish tomorrow was Saturday.”

“Me too sweetie.”

“Have you already asked Kiki about all this?”

“Of course… and Henri, too. It was Henri’s idea, actually.”

“What, even the bit about, you know, you and me…”

“About you and me fucking?”

I blushed, Mum never swore. Well, hardly ever. “Um, well, yeah.”

She laughed, “Poppy, honey, when it’s just us you can use those kinds of words.”

“Really?”

“Repeat after me: fuck, shit, cunt, cock, pussy, and bollocks!”

I burst out laughing, through my chuckles I managed to say, “Fuck, shit, cunt, cock, pussy, and bollocks!” With that, we fell about laughing until our sides hurt.

Wiping her eyes, Mum continued. “And yes, sweetie, of course they know you and I are going to be making love. And since it’s our first time, they wanted to help make it special.”

“Mum?”

“Yes, sweetie.”

“I can’t fucking wait until it’s Saturday.”

On to Chapter 4!