Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

by kinky_sis, assisted by kinkychic

It was a drag being back at the office – boring paperwork to catch up on, mostly routine stuff. On the one hand, I wanted to be back in the field, covering the action. On the other, I didn’t want to be away from my Ric. Not yet, anyway.

I spoke with her on the phone every evening, and I came to realise that the girl was far cleverer than she let on. There was little doubt that she had a bright future, although she didn’t yet know in what area. Her dream was to race cars, she said, but she couldn’t see that happening.

At last, it was Saturday. I’d told Ric to be ready for a day out, but I didn’t tell her where we were going. She didn’t mind – she said she liked surprises.

We hadn’t driven far before she was leaning over and caressing my leg. I didn’t stop her. It felt nice, if somewhat distracting. I still didn’t object when her hand went under my skirt.

But when she began rubbing the front of my knickers, it quickly became difficult to concentrate on driving. “Ric, not here.”

She pouted a bit. “But I haven’t played with my favourite pussy for nearly a week.”

“What do you mean ‘favourite’?” I fired back, pretending to be jealous. “How many pussies have you got?”

She laughed. “Oh, only yours and mine. I like playing with yours more than mine, though.”

Her fingers had just found their way into my knickers and made a beeline straight for my clit. The car swerved when I jumped.

“Pay attention to your driving, Jay,” Ric said with a grin.

Easier said than done. But shit, it felt good to be touched by her again. I’d never been fondled whilst driving, and had to admit it was highly erotic. I also knew it wouldn’t take much to make me come.

A sign came into view: Lay-By ½ Mile Ahead.

Thank fuck for that, I thought, hoping it wasn’t full of lorries.

I screeched to a stop in the thankfully empty lay-by, then reached down to grab the handle that slid the seat back. I raised my arse as Ric pushed my skirt up. I’d just discovered another advantage of having a young, petite girlfriend: she fit easily into the footwell.

Ric’s head dipped between my thighs and I slid my hips forward to meet her, pressing my clit against her mouth.

“Oh, I’ve missed you, Ric,” I moaned. “You’re so good at this. Now use your fingers. Fuck me. I need it so bad.”

I needn’t have bothered asking – she was already working on me. As much as I would have loved to stretch it out, my body had other ideas. The orgasm rushed at me like a whirlwind. I gripped the steering wheel and shuddered with pleasure.

Ric knew I’d come, but continued to use her tongue and suck on my clit. No more, I thought, but didn’t have the willpower to stop her. And then I was coming again.

I heard something that made me jerk and open my eyes. Two young women had stopped by the car. They’d obviously seen what was happening. Although they were both in their early twenties, they were giggling like schoolgirls.

I pressed the window button, lowering it. “Having a good look? What, you want some?”

That deflated them a little. “Sorry, we only wanted to check out your car.” They quickly turned away, walking back to their own vehicle. Ric and I burst out laughing.

“I think we oughta go, don’t you?” I said.

“Aww, don’t I get a turn?” she asked, still laughing.

“Later, Ric. I promise.”

A short while later, Ric saw the signpost: Santa Pod Raceway. “Omigod, is that where we’re going, Jay?!”

“You got it, baby.”

I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone so happy. Santa Pod is Europe’s most famous drag racing strip. There were all kinds of weird and wonderful contraptions on show. Most were lost on me, but Ric was constantly quoting figures from the detailed program she held – engine sizes, bhp’s, terminal speeds, and so on. I simply marvelled at her enthusiasm. I watched her breathing deeply, taking in the smells of burning rubber and the fumes of race fuels. She was totally immersed in the whole scene.

On the way home, I drove at a fraction of the speed of some of the cars we’d watched, even though I was still nudging over the speed limit. “Did you have a good day, babe?” I asked Ric.

“Oh, you better believe it. The absolute best. Thank you, Jay.”

I wanted to take her back to my place for a bit, but time was running against me, so I took her home instead.

Her mother was pleased to see Ric so happy, but held her hands up when Ric began spewing racing jargon. “Enough! I don’t understand a word you’re saying. Why don’t you take Jay up to your room. I know you’ve been waiting to show her.”

I was taken aback. Her mum had not yet allowed me to go upstairs with Ric. I was intrigued.

As soon as Ric shut the door to her bedroom, I reached for her and we came together in a kiss to die for. I reached to push her shorts down but she stopped me.

“I know you want to see my pussy, but that’s not what Mum meant.” Laughing, she took my hand. “Come and see.”

I looked around her room and saw the pictures. All of me. I recognised most, but not all of them. She fired up her laptop and a minute later, selected a folder. “Open it,” she said to me. I saw the title: Hero Behind A Lens.

She must have spent hours searching the internet. There were dozens of pictures – some of me, some taken by me – from places like South America, Africa, Asia, Eastern Europe. Every picture had notes under it, detailing things like when I was a prisoner of the Contras, dodging bullets in the Middle East, wading waist-deep across a river surrounded by African soldiers, and meetings with rebel leaders. It was all there.

I looked at her in confusion. “I’m flattered, Ric. But it looks like a bit of a fixation.”

She grinned. “Oh, I’m fixated all right. But it’s more than that. I’m planning to write your biography. It’s only notes at the moment, but when I’ve finished with those, I’ll have to interview you.”

I thought about it for a minute. Yes, I suppose there was a story there. I’d never considered it before. But my Ric had, and she’d already done a lot of work.

I swivelled the chair to face her. “Come here, you. I need to feel my girl.”

Ric was pulling up her top even as I was unfastening her shorts. She was wearing a pair of the sexy knickers that I had bought and posted to her.

“They’re nice, aren’t they?” she said. “It gave Mum a bit of a shock, especially the pair with a hole in the front. That really had her flustered. I told her they were for easier peeing. She thought that was clever but told me to make sure I held onto my skirt when it was windy.”

“They look gorgeous on you. But I need to take them off now.”

“No you don’t. I want to keep them on. You can still play with me. Make them nice and mucky for me.”

“Um… that’s kind of slutty, isn’t it?”

She looked at me, all wide-eyed innocence. “Not at all. I’m just learning to have fun. You can take them home to wash for me. Or whatever else comes to mind… Now, are you going to stop talking? I’ve been waiting all day for you to touch me.”

She spread her legs as I pressed the crotch of her knickers in between her lips. I could feel her clit, that lovely little bump all ready for me. I watched as she closed her eyes – the ecstatic look on her face, the way her hands went to her breasts. She’d certainly come a long way in such a short time.

A damp patch had formed on her crotch. It was wet; slippery under my fingers. I felt a small tremble from her and began to rub faster. Ric let out an Oh of pleasure, then pinched her nipples hard. Not content to simply keep touching, I dropped to my knees and pressed my face to her knickers, smelling her intense aroma. It was too much – I needed to taste her. I pulled the knickers aside and put my mouth to her, using my fingers to spread her wide open. Using my probing tongue to lick deep, I savoured the taste for a few seconds before going to her clit.

A hard suck caused her to tremble and give out a squeaky, “Yes!” I’d discovered that, unlike myself, Ric didn’t need fingers inside. She came easily if I just concentrated on her clit.

I continued licking, and sensed she was building to a peak. I gave her the treatment – sucks, licks, hard flicks of the tongue. She hunched forwards over my head, teetering on her toes, then grabbed my shoulders as it hit her hard. All I could think was that my wonderful baby was coming. The strange noises she was making told me she was trying desperately not to scream out loud.

Ric slowly sank to the floor, and I gathered her into my arms. She crammed her lips to mine and gave me a wet, hot and sexy kiss. “I love you so much, Jay,” she said when we’d come up for air. “Do I make you happy?”

“Do you really need to ask? I’ve never been happier. You’ve made me feel so alive.”

I helped her dress after she’d changed her knickers. I stuffed the messy ones in my pocket, then we went back downstairs.

Ric’s dad ignored us as usual. Her mum looked suspicious but only asked if I was impressed with all the research her daughter had done. Of course I was. How could I not be?

***

I knew there were places where a girl Ric’s age could drive a car, so I Googled race tracks. Brands Hatch had two courses available, so I arranged a meeting.

While Ric was still upstairs, I told her parents what I had planned. Ric’s mum was aghast. “She’s much too young to drive and on a racing track. It’s dangerous.”

I explained that the cars were dual control and she would always have an experienced instructor with her. Plus they were limited to a certain speed. There was one other thing. I wanted her to do the stage one course on a Saturday, the second course the next day. That would mean us staying overnight.

I didn’t seem to be winning her mum over, but then got a surprise.

“Oh, let her go,” Ric’s dad said. “I’m sure if Jay says it’s safe, then it is. Besides, it’ll do Erica good to get ahead of the game.” Having said his piece, he picked up his newspaper and turned away.

“Well. I suppose she can go,” Ric’s mum said, resigned.

I hadn’t told Ric anything about my plans. I wanted to make sure it was all okay before I said anything. Before I did, though, we visited a friend of mine who happened to be a farmer. He had a beat-up old Ford Fiesta. He said he didn’t care if she hit anything, just mind his expensive farm machinery. It wasn’t long before she was haring about the place, and not doing too badly at it.

Ric got really excited when I told her we were going away for the weekend. Naturally, she wanted to know where, but I told her it was another surprise. She didn’t mind. She said my surprises were always good.

I collected her at 7 AM. She picked up the envelope lying on the passenger seat as she climbed into the car. “Where shall I put this?”

“Open it,” I told her.

She ripped it open and pulled out the vouchers. Her jaw dropped. “They’ve got my name on. Does that mean… Am I going to… Oh, Jay! I can’t believe it!”

When we arrived at Brands, I took Ric to the office and left her to it. She would spend some time attending an introduction and safety briefing before she’d be allowed to get into a driver’s seat.

I took myself off to wander around the paddock area, admiring the few cars that were either being worked on or just polished up. One guy said he’d seen me arrive in my Lotus. “That’s some beast you’ve got there,” he told me. “Have you ever taken it around the track?”

I laughed. “Me? Not a chance. Besides, my work’s dangerous enough without me risking myself out there. I’m only here to watch my—” I hesitated for a moment. Fuck it. Why hide it?  “My girlfriend is having lessons.”

A small group of learners were coming down the steps from the office. Ric waved to me as they were taken towards some Mini Clubmans parked up by the track.

I watched her complete the first few laps erratically, but it soon became clear she was getting better. Twenty-five minutes later and she was travelling at the maximum permitted speed – only sixty miles an hour, but plenty fast for a beginner.

After the track session, they returned to the office, then it was a break for lunch.

When Ric came to find me, she was ecstatic. “I’m really driving, and guess what? It’s so much easier than I thought. It feels a bit slow, though. I swear, my skateboard goes faster than that. I can’t wait for tomorrow – we get to go quicker. If I pass, that is.”

They had one more session on the track before it was all over. Most collected their pass certificates; one or two didn’t. They didn’t give out marks, but each driver got a report. Ric’s was exemplary, with only one criticism: Has a tendency to want to go too fast.

Back at our hotel, we dined in the restaurant. The food was great, even though most of the conversation was about cars.

Ric managed to stop rambling for five minutes. She reached for my hand. “I’m sorry, I’ve done nothing but go on and on, haven’t I?”

I laughed. “It’s your weekend, and I really don’t mind. I want you to enjoy yourself. If you’re happy, then so am I.”

She just stared at me for a bit, then: “How did I get to be so lucky and meet the most wonderful person in the world? Or am I dreaming?”

We finished our meal, and I asked her if she wanted to go to the bar.

“I don’t want a drink, thank you, Jay. I just want to go to bed.”

“Hey, lover, you’ve got a long day tomorrow, so no sex for you tonight.”

She pulled a face, then smiled. “But that doesn’t stop us from enjoying a bit of foreplay does it?”

“Oh, I think it does. You know how one thing leads to another.”

“Crap, I thought I had you for a minute there. Spoilsport.”

Back in our room, she tried everything – undressing in a sultry way to catch my attention, bending over to pick her knickers off the floor with her little arsehole winking at me.

I wasn’t having any of it. “Do I need to tie you to the bed?”

Clearly, that was a mistake. “Ooh, yes please!” She held her hands up in resignation when I gave her a look. “Okay, okay, I get the message.”

***

The next day, Ric sailed through the course. Her average lap speed was sixty-seven miles an hour, which is a creditable lap time for anyone. It meant she was doing well over a hundred on the straights.

Back in the office, I went to see the manager. “Is Ric your sister or your daughter?” he asked.

“No, she’s my friend. Girlfriend, actually.”

To give him his due, he didn’t bat an eyelid. “Well… Uh. Ric is rather good, a natural you might say. She told Mac that she wants to race. There’s quite a way to go before she can do that, but Mac thinks we should give her a chance. But I need to tell you it’s not cheap.”

I glanced at his name tag. “Cost is not a factor, Mr Davidson. If you think it’s worth pursuing, we’ll take your word for it.”

He gave me a telephone number. “Give them a ring. She needs to be racing go-karts first. If that works out, she can progress to the next level.”

On the way back home, Ric rang her mum; told her everything was fine and that she’d passed with flying colours. As it was so late, she asked if it was okay to stay over at my place. We were both surprised when her mother didn’t put up any argument.

***

Back at my flat, I cracked open the Prosecco. “For my clever girl who’s going to be a star one day. I’m so proud of you.” It was nice sitting there holding hands and sipping our drinks, but I noticed a serious look on Ric’s face. “What is it, love?”

“Well, I sorta think we’re established now, in our relationship I mean. I want to ask you more personal things, if it’s okay.”

“You can ask anything you want, you should know that.” But I was intrigued. Where was this going?

“Remember I told you that I looked up lesbian stuff on the internet? Well, they had toys and things. They looked like lots of fun. I wanted to know if you’ve got any, that’s all.”

I laughed. “Funny you should ask – I’ve been thinking about sex toys, wondering if you might be into that kind of thing. Why don’t you go to the bedroom? Bottom drawer, next to the bed. Bring what you find.”

I watched her skip away, still marvelling at how fucking sexy she was. When she came back, she was struggling to hold my collection. The huge smile on her face told me everything. She sat down next to me and began sorting through the toys. She seemed to be going by size. I didn’t say a word; just watched her.

Eventually, she turned to me. “A-may-zing! But I don’t know what some of them are for.” She held up a butt plug that had a tail. “This one for instance.”

“Well, what do you think it might be for?”

She looked puzzled for a second, then laughed. “Oh, okay. You stick it in your… yeah, okay.”

Next, she selected several dildos. “I know what these are for – I’ve seen them online. But why so many sizes? Like this smaller one for instance.”

It was new, still in its box, although I’d already put the batteries in. “I just got that one. It’s a bit smaller because it’s for you to start with. It vibrates when you turn it on.”

“Jay, is it okay if I take my clothes off and try some of them? Maybe you could show me?”

“You don’t need my permission to get naked, baby.”

I never saw her undress so fast.

I was surprised when she went for the butt plug first. “If you’re going to try that, you need some of this.” I passed her a tube of gel.

She read what it said on the side, grinning broadly. “On my arse or the toy?”

“A bit on both. Why don’t you let me?”

She turned around and bent over, her arsehole only inches away. I couldn’t help but lean in to kiss the little star. “Just for good luck, my love,” I said, and she giggled.

My fingers were trembling in anticipation as I smeared a small dollop of lube around her tight hole before easing a little inside.

“It’s cold!” she squealed.

“You want to push it in or do you want me to?” I asked her.

“Oh, I want you to do it,” was the reply.

I pressed the plug against her hole and gave it a few wiggles. “Tell me to stop if it hurts. It probably will a little, but as soon as it pops in you’ll be fine.”

“Go for it, Jay. I want my tail.”

I began to push, but there was too much resistance. “You need to relax a bit, baby, you’re too tense. Don’t let your arse fight it.”

I saw her body loosen up, and slowly her arse stretched open to accommodate the toy. Now it was almost at the widest part.

“Ouch, that hurts a bit. Don’t stop though, I’m okay.”

I eased the plug in a bit more, until suddenly it popped inside. “There you go, it’s in. How does it feel?”

“It feels kinda weird. I want to see. Can you get a mirror?”

I went to fetch the small mirror I kept in the bathroom, then held it for her as she twirled about and bent down to look back between her legs.

“Oh, I like that. It’s fucking sexy,” she told me. Then she was prancing around and wiggling her hips, tail swishing merrily from side to side.

“Okay, that’s a good start, now what?”

She picked up the small vibrator, then handed me a bigger one. “Let’s masturbate for each other.”

I got rid of my clothes as quickly as I could. “Side by side or opposite one another. What would you like?”

“Oh, definitely opposite. I wanna see you do it.”

When we’d each taken a place at either end of the couch, I showed her how to turn the toy on, and how to increase the speed, then suggested she start on the lowest setting and slowly build up.

Easing the tip of my own toy between my pussy lips, I slowly began moving it up and down. I watched as Ric mirrored my actions.

She glanced up at me. “Oh, wow, this feels so good.”

I held myself open, then moved the vibrator to my clit, going round and round in little circles. Ric again followed my every move. I saw her whole body instantly tense, a look of awe on her face. “So good!” She made herself relax before moving the vibrator round her clit.

“Now you might want to turn it up,” I told her.

The pleasure she was feeling was obvious. Her face was an absolute picture, her eyes going wide when she found a special spot. Her whole body began to tremble with the sensations she was experiencing. “J-Jay… I’m gonna come. I… I can’t stop myself.”

I quickly reached for another toy. It slipped easily between her lips and deep into her cunt. I set it to high pulse mode.

“Oh, my fuck!” Ric screeched as she began to shake uncontrollably.

I left the dildo buzzing away inside her and did the same for myself, inserting a bigger toy that throbbed beautifully. I kept my eyes fixed on my angel, fucking herself to a glorious climax. My own orgasm erupted out of nowhere. I lay back in my seat and let the big toy do its work.

When eventually I opened my eyes, Ric was peering back at me. I saw her love for me. I also saw her lust as she licked her new toy clean.

I watched juice running down from her pussy, and dropped to my knees in front of her. She lifted her legs up high for my tongue to lick her from arsehole to pussy. My arms wrapped around her hips and I pulled her against my loving mouth.

“Happy, my love?” I asked her when I’d come up for air.

She gazed down at me with the biggest smile on her face. “Too right I am.”

***

Our world was about to get turned upside down. Ric had only competed in four go-cart events. She came third in the first one, then won three in a row. After the final race, a guy approached as Ric and I were celebrating with a hug.

I almost glared at him. “Hey, some space, buddy, we’re busy here.”

He looked a little taken aback, but managed to compose himself quickly. “I can see that, but you might just want to hear what I have to say.”

I put Ric back down and gave him my full attention. “Yes, I’m sorry. That was a bit rude of me.”

He held out a business card, but the name meant nothing to me. Ric snatched it out of my hand. “Oh, my God. Carlin F3 team. And you want to talk to me? like… no way.”

“We seriously do. I came up here today just to see you race. You’re everything I was told you’d be. If you’d like a test drive in one of our cars, then call that number on Monday.”

Ric’s screech was loud enough to deafen us. “You hear that, Jay?” She turned back to the man, then gestured to me. “This is Jay. She’s my girlfriend.”

“Good to meet you, Jay. I’m Kenny.” He turned back to Ric. “So, do you know much about our cars?”

Ric gave a wry smile. “I might surprise you. How’s this: Your F3 car is a 3.4 litre V6 engine. It produces 380 hp at… er, I think it’s 8000 rpm. Top speed is a little under 200 mph. 0 to 125 mph in 7.8 seconds.” She paused. “How am I doing?”

Kenny looked bewildered. “What are you, some kind of racing encyclopedia? That’s all spot on.”

Feeling a little left out of the conversation, I added, “Ric was only fifteen when she told me all about my Lotus Evora, stuff that even I didn’t know about my own car.”

I could almost see Ric’s brain ticking over. “What?” I asked.

“Oh, just trying to remember a few of the drivers who drove Carlin cars before they moved up to F1. Sebastian Vettel, Daniel Ricciardo, Nico Rosberg, Lando Norris. There must be loads more that I can’t think of just now.”

Kenny was looking from me to Ric admiringly. “An Evora, eh? Impressive machine. And your racing knowledge is astounding, Ric. So ladies, what do you think? I’m assuming you’re interested?”

To her credit, Ric looked to me for approval. I nodded my head, and she turned back to Kenny. “Just try stopping me. But seriously – have I put in enough hours to be driving one of your cars?”

“I wouldn’t be wasting my time here if I didn’t think you have what it takes. You’ll have a whole day to get to know the car, then we’ll want to see you put in some fast times. And don’t take me the wrong way here, but it’d also be good for our image to find a girl who can really drive. I think that might be you. I watched how you rubbed it into those guys today. Reminded me of a young Vettel.”

Ric looked so buoyant, I thought she might simply float away.

***

We had the go-cart loaded onto the trailer and were about to drive off when I saw the track manager making towards us, gesturing for me to wait.

“So, how did your meeting with Kenny go, Ric?” he asked.

“I got a test drive, but how did you know about Kenny?”

“It was me that told him to get his arse up here before someone else did. I’ve seen drivers of your calibre before – naturals. I think you’re going places. Just remember me when you’re on the podium, and give me a call anytime to let me know how it’s all going.”

Ric climbed back down from the 4X4 and went to give him a big hug. “Thank you, Bill. I won’t let you down. You’ll see.”

We said our goodbyes and hit the road. It was a good two-hour drive home. I could see Ric was bubbling with excitement, but I’m sure it was still only just starting to sink in.

“What do you want to do, babe?” I asked. “Head home? Or maybe we should book into a motel for the night, find ourselves a good restaurant and celebrate.”

She turned to me with a smile. “Jay, I said thanks to Bill. But really it was you that got me here. It would never have happened if I hadn’t met you. I want to buy you dinner, and then afterwards… I dunno, maybe you could eat my pussy or something. Whaddya reckon?”

There was a lovely little Italian restaurant close to the motel. The maitre’d eyed up the trophy I’d plonked in the middle of our table. It turned out he was a huge motorsports fan.

“So, you are a big star, no?” he asked me. “Bello trophy!”

“Not me, it’s hers,” I said, pointing to Ric. “She won it today.”

It threw him for a moment. “So young and bellissime, and winning races. Perbacco!” He reached across and refilled Ric’s wine glass. “Old enough to win, then old enough to drink wine, I think. But do not tell me how old, eh?”

I dug out a portrait photo of Ric from my briefcase. She signed it To Giovanni, my next win is for you. Ric xxx. Giovanni was so thrilled, he didn’t want us to pay the bill, but I insisted. I always pay my way.

We killed two bottles of wine and then a few shots of grappa. It was quite obvious that Ric couldn’t walk in a straight line, but I wasn’t that much better.

Back at the motel, we managed to giggle our way through a shower before tumbling into bed. Ric gave me a sloppy kiss. “I love you. Are you going to fuck me now?” Then she fell back into a drunken slumber.

For a while, I just lay there staring at her. Ric had said she was lucky to find me. But I was just as lucky to find her. The depth of my love for this girl had taken me by surprise. I couldn’t begin to imagine not having her in my life. She was living her dream, and I wanted to join her on that journey. Perhaps it was time I stopped putting myself in danger with the job; start thinking about a new life with Ric.

It occurred to me that it was time I spoke to her parents about her moving in with me. They knew the score, and had mostly come to terms with our relationship, just as they now accepted she would be racing cars. I would speak to them tomorrow.

A small smile teased at Ric’s mouth when I kissed her. I whispered a goodnight.

The End