Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

Note from JetBoy: It’s always a pleasure to introduce a new writer to our public, and here’s one who, I’m sure you’ll agree, has turned out something very special for her Juicy Secrets debut. Let’s give her a warm welcome, okay? A tip of the mitt to BlueJean for editing.

 

by Debbie L

Part One: Tiny Dancer

The TV is on in the background. It might be Strictly, or the news, or even a commercial break. Either way, it’s unimportant. Thirty-five-year-old Melanie Andrews isn’t watching TV. All she’s aware of right now is the torrid kiss she’s currently engaged in – a hot, wet, deep, lip-smacking, tongue-tangling kiss, punctuated by the occasional feminine moan or hastily drawn breath.

A girl is straddling Mel’s thighs. She’s wearing nothing but a cute little black satin cami top. Mel is marginally less naked in a slouchy tee shirt and a pair of very wet knickers.

Mel grabs at her lover’s arse, squeezing, kneading. It elicits a moan from the girl, and she grinds her body against Mel’s, their tongues engaged in a playful, sexy dance.

“Be careful what you wish for,” Mel’s mother always told her. Well, Mel had made her wish, and it had been granted. Now she’s somewhere between blind panic and utter rapture.

As Mel continues to wage war with her conscience, the imaginary red cartoon devil that sits on her right shoulder is currently stoking a fire in her undies.

We really shouldn’t be doing this, Mel thinks. I’m going to hell. Or jail. Maybe both.

The girl slips a hand under Mel’s soft cotton tee and settles on a breast, massaging her rigid nipple with a palm.

Fuck, that feels so good, though.

Now the girl is pressing her body down harder between Mel’s thighs, and the wetness in Mel’s panties tells her this can’t possibly be wrong. Because it feels. So. Fucking. Right.

She pulls the girl close, one hand reaching round to grab a handful of silky, chocolate-coloured curls, the other caressing and squeezing a thigh, wandering dangerously close to a smooth, bare pussy. Mel kisses the girl with hungry fervour.

She could’ve picked any woman to bring back home while her daughter was away with her dad. Any woman from any gym or any supermarket. Maybe one of the town’s more discreet LGBTQ venues, had she cared to visit one.

But she chose this instead. This.

Shit! Diane is going to kill me. She’s going to totally and utterly fucking kill me. 

The girl brings a hand low, slipping it into Mel’s knickers, fingers easing the wet flimsy cloth away from her pussy, making Melanie moan and shudder as two fingers expertly curl into her slippery, soaking cunt.

The little red devil looks up and smirks. “If you really wanted to, you could’ve stopped this already, Mel.  You don’t, though, do you? You want this. You want it bad.”

She’s my best friend’s daughter, for God’s sake!

An imaginary cartoon white angel poofs onto her left shoulder, “Yes, and that’s bad enough. But it’s not the worst part, is it, Melanie? Hmm?”

Okay. She’s my best friend’s little girl. Her preteen daughter. Satisfied now?

It’s true – the lips Mel is kissing, the body she’s caressing, the fingers so deliciously working her pussy, belong to her best friend Diane’s twelve-year-old daughter. A sultry little brunette temptress by the name of Chloe.

How the fuck did I arrive at this point? Mel wonders.

***

It all started three years earlier. Mel’s nine-year-old daughter Amy Jane, or AJ to just about everybody, had been pestering her about dance classes at a new studio that was just opening in their hometown.

The ad had been posted on social media, offering places to twenty-five girls between the ages of nine and fifteen, open auditions for suitability to be held that Saturday and commencing at midday. Mel’s husband David worked abroad in construction for six months of the year, so she was basically raising Amy as a single mum. She figured that if all went well, it would at least give her back Saturday mornings. Mummy surely deserved a little time to herself now and again.

On the day of the auditions, around forty applicants had shown up, and the small studio space was alive and bustling with a hubbub of young, excited girls and overzealous dance mums. AJ was in the process of slipping on her brand new sneakers and lacing them up when Mel heard a voice ask, “Is this spot taken?”

She looked up to see a slightly flustered young woman gesturing at an empty spot on the bench beside her.

“Oh. No, sure. Take it, please,” Mel said, moving her bag out of the way.

The young woman sat down with a thankful gasp.

Mel gave the newcomer a discreet once-over. She was actually pretty damn gorgeous – petite with elfin features and large dewy brown eyes; tumbling chestnut curls that hung to the middle of her back. A pair of fake Gucci shades were perched stylishly on top of her head. The whole look was finished off with tight jeans, a loose floral boho shirt over a black tank top, and numerous hippy-style bangles, rings and necklaces. She looked to be in her mid-twenties.

The woman kicked off her trainers and blew out a relieved breath. “Jeez, my feet are killing me. I’m Diane, by the way. My little one should be back any minute.” She leaned towards Mel and whispered behind a hand, “Last minute nerves. Had to visit the loo.”

Mel offered a sympathetic nod. “I’m Mel,” she gestured to her daughter, who was busy admiring her new Reeboks, “and this is AJ.”

AJ beamed a friendly smile at the woman, accompanied by a cute wave. “Hiya.”

All eyes looked up to see a perfect, achingly beautiful little replica of Diane walking towards them, her big brown eyes and mass of rich dark curls giving her an almost wild look.

“Here she is,” Diane said. “This is my Chloe.” The pride she took in her beautiful daughter was clear.

Mel had never seen a more beautiful child, and couldn’t help but gaze in wonder. She could never have imagined in her wildest dreams what would happen in the months and years to follow.

Girls being girls, especially at that age, Chloe and AJ instantly fell into an easy friendship. They soon skipped away hand in hand, pairing up to practise their dance moves together.

As ranks of girls formed up for the audition, Mel and Diane spent the time chatting to one another. Diane was only twenty-six, and it turned out that Chloe was the result of a high-school fling, one in which the young father bolted as soon as the prospect of parenthood reared its head.

Diane quickly learnt to adapt to life as a single parent, and subsequently worked two jobs to support herself and Chloe. Her own parents could only offer limited support, as they lived many miles away in the North. The dance classes were courtesy of Chloe’s grandfather, who had never been able to deny his granddaughter anything.

Mel offered her own potted history, and over the course of the next hour or so, a friendship took root, one that would eventually blossom into a close, almost sisterly bond.

***

Both Chloe and AJ easily made the grade, along with twenty other girls. The two of them excitedly ran up to their mothers, exchanging breathless, overjoyed hugs.

“How about Maccy D’s?” Mel suggested. She was keen to capitalise on the celebratory mood. She’d made a new friend, as had AJ, and she found little Chloe utterly captivating.

Despite a mild protest from Diane about money, solved by Mel offering to pay, the excitement of the girls won out. Mel and her new band of friends trooped off for a calorie hit of burgers, salty fries and milkshakes.

In the weeks and months that followed, Mel and Diane became close, and the girls, despite attending different schools, became firm friends through their mutual love of dance.

But for Mel, something else was happening, though it took her a while to accept. The more time she spent around Chloe, the more infatuated she became with the little girl – her smile, her cute dance moves, the way she would flick her soft brown curls this way and that. Mel was smitten.

As Mel’s husband was away so much, the four girls fell into doing all the stuff that families do – movie nights where they would all snuggle on the couch under blankets, weekends away, theme parks, even holidays together. They celebrated the victories and successes. They saw each other through hard times and disappointments.

The girls were entirely comfortable around one another’s mums, never shy about cuddling and showing affection. They were, to all intents and purposes, a happy if unconventional family.

At dance meetings, Mel would always find herself sneaking peeks at little Chloe. The nine-year-old preferred to dance barefoot, adding to her wild allure. On holidays, she would cavort in tiny swimsuits that clung to her lithe body. On these occasions, Mel made sure to wear sunglasses, so she could watch covertly. She could barely tear her eyes away from the beautiful little girl.

Mel was finding it increasingly hard to ignore the throbbing between her thighs. She was sure that Chloe had caught her ogling on more than one occasion. The girl would look in her direction, and Mel would turn her head away quickly, only to glance back and see her smiling. No – more like smirking.

Sleepovers were a regular occurrence, of course. The two pre-teens would hang out in nothing more than t-shirts and knickers, their cute bottoms and toned legs on full display.

Chloe became the inevitable headline act in Mel’s sordid nighttime fantasies. She desperately tried to divert this deep-seated lust in Diane’s direction, telling herself it was the girl’s mother she was really attracted to. But there was no way she was going to risk making a clumsy pass at her best friend.

Mel had known she was bisexual since she was a teenager, but the last time she’d acted on those impulses had been back in university. Now those desires came flooding back, and they were getting harder to ignore.

***

The girls eventually moved into secondary education, and were finally attending the same school. It was also around this time that Mel’s marriage broke down. Estranged, and out of tune with each other due to David’s long absences, they finally decided to call it quits.

It was an amicable enough parting. Mel kept the family home, and Diane and the girls were there for her every step of the way. AJ, for her part, took the separation in her stride, dealing with it in an unexpectedly mature way. She was eleven now, and despite loving her father, his protracted absences meant she barely knew him. Despite this, some effort was made to maintain their relationship.

Diane was now working a single steady job, and Mel worked from home as a freelance bookkeeper. This meant Chloe could come home with AJ until her mum was ready to pick her up after work. Mel took a guilty delight in the sight of her best friend’s daughter dressed in her school uniform, aching to touch her, to see her nude.

On one particular day, the two little dancers having arrived home from school, Mel simply couldn’t help herself. “Better not flash those sexy legs when you’re walking home, girls. You’ll cause a few car crashes if you’re not careful.”

“Eww, Mum!” AJ responded with a look of abject disgust that only an eleven-year-old can muster. “That’s so gross!”

Chloe offered a breathless giggle, then playfully kicked off her shoes. She broke into a perfect pirouette, her school skirt whirling up to reveal a pair of toned legs in black tights, with just a hint of white knickers underneath. “What, these legs, Mel? Better take a good look while you can, then!”

Melanie nearly came on the spot, the image seared in her mind. She was both relieved and disappointed when AJ grabbed Chloe and dragged her off to do their homework, jokingly admonishing her friend.

Sometime later, Mel heard footsteps on the upstairs landing, and the bathroom door closing. A couple of minutes after that, her phone pinged. It was a message from Chloe.

“I know you like looking at me. Here’s something just for you, xoxo.”

Mel opened the accompanying image, and her heart skipped several beats. Chloe had perched her phone on the sink or laundry basket and taken a picture on a timer. She’d taken off her skirt and tights, and had assumed an incredibly sexy, pin-up like pose. Her white blouse was half unbuttoned, school tie still on but loosened by a few inches. A thin sliver of knickers were just showing between smooth thighs. Chloe’s legs were stretched out, toes pointed. She smouldered for the camera, mouth turned up into a suggestive smile.

Mel felt that delicious tingle in her pussy again, and she knew her knickers were already soaked through.

Her phone pinged again.

“I hope you liked it. I like looking at you too, xoxox.”

Before she could even consider what she was doing, or what the consequences might be, Mel was shucking her jeans, then stretching out on the couch. Hoisting her tee and pushing her jeans down, she snapped a selfie, showing her trim body in all its mature glory – damp, lilac lace knickers stretched taut over the rising bulge of her mons, smooth, toned legs, all the way down to her red painted toenails. She typed an accompanying message with shaky fingers.

“Just for you, sweetheart. Our little secret. Hope you like mine, too, xxxx.”

And… sent.

After nervously waiting for a reply, Mel soon received a single word message: “WOW.”

Chloe came bounding downstairs, now with her skirt back on. She ran up to Mel and threw both arms around her. “You’re the best, Mel!” The eleven-year-old scampered into the kitchen, grabbed a glass of water, then disappeared back upstairs.

Flabbergasted, Mel slipped back into her jeans, then poured herself a very large glass of wine. She leaned back against the kitchen counter and took a big swallow. “Fuck… Fuck!”

She took Chloe’s picture to bed that night, imagining herself and the preteen beauty in any number of erotic scenarios, finger fucking herself into blessed oblivion.

***

What started as a bit of spontaneous fun soon became something more of a ritual. Over the coming months, teasing pictures and short messages were pinged back and forth, and Mel continued to tell herself that she had it all under control.

We’re not actually touching each other. It’s fine, isn’t it?

The school year approached its end as AJ and Chloe both celebrated their twelfth birthdays. And all the while, as far as Mel could see, Diane and AJ remained blissfully ignorant of Mel and Chloe’s covert correspondence. Both families holidayed separately that year, spending time with grandparents and other relatives. This gave Mel some room to breathe. Her desire to move things to a physical stage with Chloe was now at a steady simmer, and she was beginning to lose trust in herself around the beautiful twelve-year-old.

On Mel’s 35th birthday, she received a new picture from Chloe, the girl’s fingers hooked into the elastic of a well-worn pair of Little Mermaid knickers. Clearly a size too small, and probably long since decommissioned, the thin cotton only accentuated the girl’s treasures, stretched taut over her young pussy while the preteen temptress made like she was threatening to pull them aside. Remembering a song from the film, Mel savoured the irony.

Darling it’s better
Down where it’s wetter
Take it from me

The girl was driving her mad, and she was loving every minute of it.

She responded with a close up of herself in see-through black knickers, her silky smooth shaved sex easily visible, and clearly moist with arousal. “Bad girl, xoxo,” she tapped out.

The response: “You have no idea HOW bad… xoxo.”

It was true, Mel had no idea… but during the October half-term, she would find out.

***

AJ had opted to spend the week visiting her dad and grandparents, leaving Mel alone for a few days. It was Monday afternoon when her phone started ringing. It was Diane.

“Hi, sweetie, what’s up?” Mel said.

“I’m good. Listen, Mel, I know it’s half-term, and you were looking forward to some time to yourself, but I was wondering if there was any chance you could take Chlo for a few days. I know it’s short no—”

Mel cut her off. “Of course I will, babes! Amy won’t be here, she’s spending the week with her dad and his parents, but Chloe’s welcome to stay. Is everything alright?”

“Yeah, it’s a work thing. A place opened up on a course I really want to do, but it’s in Portsmouth, and I’d have to leave really early to grab the 6.30am train. I’ll be gone ‘til Friday. Are you sure it’s okay? I’ll totally understand if you can’t do it.”

Mel tried to hide the excitement in her voice at the prospect of four whole days with Chloe. Just the two of them. Alone.

“No, no, it’s fine. Really. If you want, you could bring Chloe over this evening and both have dinner here. Then she can spend the night to save you the hassle in the morning.”

“Oh, that’d be fantastic. Thanks so much, hun, you’re a fucking treasure! We can be there around six, is that okay?”

“Sounds great. See you both soon.”

Mel’s body trembled as she ended the call, nerves jangling, excitement flooding her.

She’s just a kid, she reminded herself. No touching. As long as there’s no touching, it’ll be okay.

Mel finished up her bookkeeping, then rushed around tidying the house. She took a long, hot bath, shaving her body of any unwanted stubble before lying back and relaxing in the bubbles and steam. A hand wandered towards the ache between her thighs, but she pulled back, resisting the urge to masturbate.

She’s my best friend’s kid, like a second daughter to me, and like a sister to AJ. But surely a little innocent real-time show ‘n tell is harmless enough. We’ve already shared pics, after all. Just… no touching, Mel. No touching.

In the bedroom, Mel studied her naked body in the full length mirror before slipping on a tiny pair of black knickers, yoga pants and a slouchy off the shoulder tee. A quick slap of makeup before she tied her blonde hair back into a loose ponytail, giving herself what she hoped was an effortlessly sexy look. She headed back downstairs to start dinner.

In the kitchen, she poured herself a glass of wine, then prepared an easy pasta and salad meal.

At 6pm, Diane and Chloe arrived.

Diane was dressed in casual tight-fitting jeans, with ankle boots and a black denim shirt, her usual beads and bangles on full display. Chloe was wearing a plain hoodie, but her dancer’s legs were clad in very short, tight cut-off jeans, along with sheer black tights and sneakers.

Hugs were exchanged before Chloe kicked off her sneakers and made herself at home on the couch to watch TV while the two women armed themselves with glasses of wine and chatted away in the kitchen.

“Thanks so much for this, Mel,” Diane said. “I know it’s short notice.”

“It’s really not a problem. You know I’m always happy to help.”

Diane glanced towards the open kitchen door, then lowered her voice a notch. “While I think about it – has AJ mentioned anything weird about Chlo?”

Mel shook her head. “Nothing out of the ordinary. Why?”

“It’s just, I dunno, she’s been a bit of a handful lately. A bit off, you know?”

Mel felt a brief stab of panic. No, it’s probably got nothing to do with… Relax, for God’s sake.

“I wondered if there’s something going on at school that she’s not telling me,” Diane continued. “Or, I dunno, it could just be that she’s growing up.”

“I’m sure it’s nothing to worry about, Di. I’ll keep an eye open. Want Agony Aunt Mel to have a little chat with her?”

“Nah, you’re right. I’m worrying for nothing,” Diane said, waving the notion away. “Thanks, babes. Dunno where I’d be without you.”

“It’s fine. Chloe and I will have a fun few days together. I’ll cheer her right up.”

The three of them sat round the dining table to eat their meal. There was the usual gossip and smalltalk, and Mel began to feel a little more relaxed as they all enjoyed each other’s company.

Until, that was, Mel felt a foot brush against her bare ankle. She passed it off as an accident and thought no more about it. But the mystery foot returned a short while later, moving slowly up her leg before lingering near her thigh. She looked up to see a smirk on Chloe’s face as the twelve-year-old munched on a piece of garlic bread.

Mel nearly gagged on her wine. “Shit, went down the – ach! – wrong way.” She took a mouthful of water, her face reddening.

“Need a slap on the back?” offered Diane.

“No, I’m okay. Anyone fancy pudding? I think there’s some ice cream in the freezer.”

Diane dabbed the corners of her mouth with a napkin. “I’d love to stay, babes, but I better get home. I still need to pack, then grab an early night.”

“While I think about it, Di, what time does your course kick out on Friday? I only ask because AJ’s staying with Dave and his parents just down the road from you in Southsea. Any chance she could travel back with you to save Dave the trip?”

“Absolutely. I should finish around lunchtime. We can have a bite to eat and a girly afternoon, then grab a train home later. I’ll call AJ tomorrow and sort it all out, if you could just let her know the rough plan.”

“I will. Thanks, you’re a gem.” She kissed Diane on the cheek, then they shared a hug.

“Be good for Mel, poppet,” Diane told Chloe, and bent down to give her a hug. “I’ll see you on Friday. Love you.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll be good,” Chloe reassured her mum with a smile that seemed just a tad mischievous to Mel. “Good luck!”

With that, Diane climbed into her car and departed. Mel and Chloe waved her off from the front door.

Chloe slipped an arm around Mel’s waist and rested her head against a shoulder. “Thanks for letting me stay, Mel.”

“Oh, sweetheart, it’s fine. You know I love you to bits,” Mel said, leaning down to kiss the girl’s brow. Her hair smelled sweet and fragrant. Mel breathed it in.

“Mind if I go have a quick shower?” Chloe asked. “I feel all scuzzy.”

“Sure, go ahead, stinky. You know where everything is. AJ’s room is all ready for you when you’re done.”

As they parted, Chloe’s hand brushed across Mel’s arse in a way that could only have been interpreted as deliberate. Then she scampered off upstairs with a giggle.

“Hey, Mel!” the twelve-year-old hollered once she’d reached the landing. “I’ve got you to myself for four whole days! I hope you’re ready!”

Melanie was left reeling. Her best friend had not been gone five minutes and already her resolve was crumbling.

Get a grip, you daft cow. You’re a grown woman, and Chloe’s only twelve! She’s just teasing you, that’s all.

Mel topped up her wine glass and settled onto the couch while Chloe took a shower. She flicked through the TV channels, trying to take her mind off the throbbing between her thighs. She settled for a movie she’d seen a dozen times and relaxed into the cushions.

Thirty minutes later, Chloe came back downstairs and entered the kitchen, probably to grab a drink from the fridge. “Mel, do you need anything?” she hollered. “Hey, Mum left half a glass of wine here. Am I allowed to have it? Please?”

“I really shouldn’t let you, but if we keep it between us, I don’t see the harm. Just drink it slowly! And grab the bottle from the fridge for me, would you?”

Chloe padded into the lounge with the glass of wine pressed to her lips, the other hand grasping the bottle by its neck. She flitted across the floor ballerina-style, dressed in a cute pair of satin pyjamas, the bottoms resembling old-fashioned French knickers, while the top was a hip-length camisole, the edges trimmed with lace. The whole ensemble took Mel’s breath away.

“You like?” Chloe purred with a seductive smile, hips pivoting from side to side to show herself off. The silky fabric clung to her body like a second skin, barely concealing her budding peaks and two small but prominent nipples. The damp tips of her freshly-shampooed hair only added to the seductive effect.

Mel swallowed hard. “Y-you look… you look amazing, sweetie.”

The child was stunning, undoubtedly destined to break some hearts. Mel knew that if she wasn’t careful, her own heart would likely be the first.

Chloe bent at the waist to put the wine bottle down on the coffee table. She peered back over her shoulder with a grin, hips swaying gently, then extended a dainty foot to toy with Mel’s leg.

“I’ve been thinking about this for so long,” she giggled. “Now I have you all to myself for four whole days. You can touch me anywhere you want, Mel, okay? I really want you to.”

Mel chewed nervously on a fingernail. “Oh, Chloe. It’s not that I don’t want to, I do, but I… I shouldn’t. I can’t.” 

But even as she said the words, Mel was leaning forward to run her hands over the girl’s ankles, then further up the length of her legs to slip beneath pyjama shorts. She found herself caressing Chloe’s smooth thighs and slim hips, a choked moan escaping her lips as fingertips grazed the curve of the child’s firm bottom.

“Chloe… your Mum, AJ. They can never know about this. You have to promise me,” Mel whispered, her resolve melting away completely. “Fuck, I love your skin. You feel so nice, baby.”

Chloe gave the derisive snort so typical of young girls these days. “Pfft, Mum’s got her secrets, too, like you wouldn’t believe. But this can be ours. I promise not to tell. Oh, please, Mel. I’ve wanted this for, like, ages.”

Mel placed a soft kiss on the small of Chloe’s back, breathing in strawberry body wash and the girl’s subtle but intoxicating natural scent.

Chloe wiggled her hips, bum cheeks moving up and down hypnotically. The combination of gravity and her slim build won out. The satin shorts poured down her legs to pool round her dainty feet.

Mel let her eyes travel up the girl’s toned legs. Chloe raised her arms above her head in a pretend yawn, causing her pyjama top to hike up a few inches, just enough to reveal the golden orbs of a very supple bottom, and the merest hint of her sex.

Mel was trembling uncontrollably; nerves, fear, arousal all conspiring to drive her lust as she peppered Chloe’s arse with soft, feathery kisses, stroking her skin. She ran her hands up the girl’s torso, fingers slipping beneath her top to rest on a delectable pair of budding breasts.

“I think you should take those yoga pants off, Mel.”

At the twelve-year-old’s request, Mel hooked her fingers into the waistband of her pants as Chloe took another quick sip of wine, then put the glass aside to help Mel undress, rolling the leggings down her thighs and then kneeling to pull them from her feet.

“I’ve been dying to see you like this,” Chloe said. “The photos were fun, but this is much better.” She offered Mel a smutty grin. “I can’t wait to get these knickers off, too.” And with that, she pressed her face against the front panel of Mel’s undies and breathed in deeply, nuzzling her cheek against the warm, damp material.

Mel could only collapse back onto the couch, allowing Chloe to straddle her thighs. The two of them came together for a first kiss, an almost chaste affair, closed lips tentatively teasing.

“It’s okay, Mel,” Chloe said. “I know you want this. I do, too. Just… just love me.”

Then they were kissing again. Chloe’s lips were the first to open, inviting Mel’s tongue inside. She wriggled around on the older woman’s lap, caressing and squeezing her breasts under the t-shirt she wore.

The twelve-year-old was blissfully unaware of Mel’s internal battle. She finally had her best friend’s mum right where she wanted, and on some level, Chloe had always known that Mel felt the same way, and that given the chance she would cross that threshold from flirting into… well, this.

And there they both were. Joined together like lovers.

Chloe curled two fingers easily into Mel’s heated pussy, making her spasm and throb. Mel twined her own fingers through the girl’s chestnut curls, drawing her closer until their mouths locked once more in a deep lover’s kiss. Her free hand slipped between Chloe’s thighs, thumb stroking a silky smooth slit.

The little girl’s fingers moved rhythmically inside Mel’s aching cunt, leaving the older woman briefly wondering where a girl of twelve learnt such things. “Oh, God, Chlo… Fuck!”

Mel was lost – in love, or lust, maybe something in between. At least I waited until she was twelve, she told herself. I mean, it’s a bit more legal than nine, isn’t it? And she wants me too, doesn’t she? Surely that makes it okay. Okay-ish, at least?

Her old friends Little Angel and Little Devil threatened to rear their imaginary heads, but Mel was of the opinion that they could both go fuck themselves. She locked them in the darkest chamber of her mind and threw away the key. She thought there might be a word for that. Something like: Denial.

Chloe gave a lust-driven squeal as Mel’s thumb teased at her pussy, the girl’s wetness providing ample lubrication. Their kisses intensified as Mel revelled in her young lover. Picking the girl up, she playfully tossed her back onto the couch, admiring the little one’s lithe legs as they waved to and fro. She hastily pulled off Chloe’s cami, noting the look of pure unadulterated want in the child’s face.

“Mel, do it to me… make me feel good.”

Mel slipped her tee over her head, then pushed her sodden knickers down her legs and away. When she spoke, her voice was thick with arousal. “Baby girl… Oh, fuck, I so want you.”

They drank in the sight of one another’s nakedness, the inevitability of this moment apparent to both adult and child. Mel took Chloe’s feet in her hands and lifted them to her lips, kissing and sucking each little toe as she moved her hands up the girl’s legs. Reaching the crease of her smooth sex, she gently teased the wet slit with the tips of her fingers. Chloe could only wriggle and writhe as Mel folded to her knees on the floor and kissed her way upwards, teasingly bypassing the girl’s mons to pepper soft kisses across her belly.

Chloe let her legs drop down on either side of her lover and leaned forward, taking Mel’s mouth in a long deep kiss, reaching out to fondle her tits and gently pinch nipples that had already taken on a rubbery stiffness. Chloe mewled mournfully as the kiss broke, but was soon gasping with delight as Mel dipped down to suckle at her sensitive little nipples. Her fingers found the forbidden treasure between the girl’s thighs once more, easing a finger inside her this time, curling it round to find that magic spot.

She eased her young partner back onto the couch, and Chloe languidly draped her legs over Mel’s shoulders. The twelve-year-old knew what was going to happen next and could barely wait.

Mel took a moment to savor the sight of the preteen’s silky smooth sex. Not yet fully developed, the delicate flower glistened with a thin veneer of moisture, the labia puffy and firm. Mel pried the small lips apart with her fingertips, revealing a bright pink interior. For a moment she could only gaze in awe, but then she was leaning in to take a slow, sensual lick from bottom to top, finally capturing that first long-awaited taste.

Chloe cried out in pleasure, the sound primal and animalistic. She tightened both legs around her new lover, reaching out to grab fistfuls of Mel’s hair as the woman’s tongue penetrated the warm hole, treating her pussy to a luxurious French kiss.

Mel cupped Chloe’s bottom, holding the writhing girl tight to her mouth, lips completely enclosing her exquisite cunt as she licked and kissed and sucked. When she found Chloe’s throbbing clit and began massaging it with her top lip, the twelve-year-old felt her body stiffen. Her back arched, thighs clenched tightly round Mel’s shoulders.

Any and all of Mel’s misgivings were now firmly in the rearview mirror as the beautiful little dancer spasmed and climaxed. Her pussy constricted around Mel’s tongue, the copious juices flowing freely. Mel couldn’t get enough of the taste. She kept at it, wringing another orgasm out of the frantic girl.

“N-no more, Mel! Please… no more. Let me… let me get a breath…” Several long moments passed before Chloe was able to speak again. “Omigod! I love you so much, Mel! That was better than I ever imagined.” Her body was trembling, breath ragged and hoarse.

Mel reluctantly released the girl and sat back on her heels, her own wetness drizzling down onto the soles of her feet. Her mouth and chin were glazed in pussy juice. She grabbed her wine glass from the coffee table and gulped the contents down in one, then gently began stroking the exhausted girl.

“Shhh, baby girl. Relax now. I love you, too. You’re so fucking sexy. So beautiful.”

Mel clambered up onto the couch and pulled Chloe close, wanting no more than to hold the girl for a spell. They had four whole days to explore one another. Her own orgasm could wait.

Chloe drifted off to sleep in Mel’s arms, limp and utterly spent.

Mel felt she was finally at peace with her conscience. She was helplessly in love with Chloe, and promised herself she’d move mountains to protect their special bond. Pulling the large, luxurious throw off the back of the couch, she draped it across them both. Reaching for the remote, she picked a movie at random, settling in for the night as Chloe slept on in her embrace .

She kissed the girl’s brow. “Sleep, my love,” she whispered softly. “Sleep well.”

***

A few miles away in the little two-bedroom house she and Chloe shared, Diane had showered, packed, and was now in bed. She picked up her phone and clicked on a contact number, feeling a warm flush at the sound of a familiar voice at the other end.

“Hi, gorgeous girl,” she replied. “I’ve booked us into the Wayfarer for Friday night. Hmm? Oh, it worked like a charm, didn’t it? It was almost too easy. Yeah, I can’t wait to see you, too.” She paused. “Your mum and Chloe?” Diane smiled to herself. “If they’re not fucking already, I’ll be amazed. You’ve seen the pictures they’ve been sharing. I know – your mum thinks she hid them so well. No, baby, nobody knows about us except Chloe. We were a little careless there, but she’ll keep our secret. After all, look what she got in return. No, your mum doesn’t suspect a thing, don’t worry. Okay, I’ll see you on Friday. I love you, AJ. Nuh-night, sweetie. Sleep tight.”

Diane ended the call, then pulled up the collection of very private photos she’d amassed over the last eighteen months, a familiar warmth between her thighs as she scrolled through them. Some showed AJ alone dressed in the sexy underwear Di had secretly bought for her. Other pictures – an awful lot of them, actually – showed Diane and AJ together in a variety of very intimate poses.

Diane stroked herself to a lazy, much needed orgasm. Finally, she turned out the bedside lamp and drifted into a satisfying slumber.

Soon to come: Part Two!