Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

Note from JetBoy: We’ve not had a new offering from our beloved kinkys_sis in a while, for which I take full responsibility. Anyhow, I’m addressing this shameful deficit with a delightful little tale from her pen. Do enjoy.

by kinkys_sis

Inspired by a beautiful red-haired schoolgirl I saw on a bus. Her manner was absolutely infectious; she was a bundle of fun. We never spoke, although she did smile at me. Isn’t imagination a wonderful thing? (By the way, for those who don’t know, the name is pronounced “Shav-awn.”)

***

When I finished my hospital shift, I had about ten minutes to make the three PM bus for home. If I missed that, it was a half hour wait for the next one. It wasn’t so much the wait that bothered me, it was the fact that the three-thirty PM stopped at two schools on the way. Then the bus was crammed with loads of school kids, all competing to see who could make the loudest racket. Christ almighty, I hated that bus.

That day, I reached the stop just in time to see my bus pull away and into traffic. Swearing under my breath, I resigned myself to the half hour wait, followed by an unpleasant journey. Even if I managed to wangle a seat, it would be too crowded and noisy for me to work on my crossword puzzle.

Sure enough, when the bus stopped at the schools they came pouring on, mobs of them, shouting at each other. It was a cacophony of inane comments, bursts of anger, shrieking laughter and tinny snatches of music from their cell phones.

To add to the general din, the driver was yelling for them to move toward the back of the bus and “take your sodding seats.” It was the same every day; you’d think these kids would learn from the experience. But no, they always managed to make the driver lose his temper.

The bus was already halfway full when I got on board, so I’d been obliged to take one of the two sideways-facing seats near the front, which are never comfortable. And then to have all of these kids around me, jostling for space… well, I had to give up on doing my crossword right away. There just wasn’t enough room for me to fill it in.

A young redheaded girl directly in front of me struggled to keep her balance when the bus pulled away. She hadn’t been able to reach a handhold. It was only the mass of bodies that was keeping the girl on her feet. It was an accident waiting to happen.

Sure enough, at the first corner she almost fell on top of me, but managed to right herself just in time. “Top of the day to ye, ma’am,” she said in an exaggerated Irish accent, wearing a huge grin.

I can’t recall whether I gave her a scowl or a weary smile in reply, but it didn’t matter. She’d already turned away to answer a friend.

Finally, the bus arrived at my stop, where I had to force my way through a dreadful crush of bodies to reach the exit door. “T’was a fine pleasure meetin’ ye, ma’am,” she quipped, then took my vacated seat.

I didn’t give her more than a moment’s thought. It just felt good to be off the bus.

***

It was two days later, and once again, I ended up on the three-thirty, in the same seat as before. This time, I didn’t even bother to get my crossword puzzle out.

Instead, I was idly checking my phone when I heard that familiar Irish accent. “Is it you again, then? We shouldn’t keep meetin’ this way.”

It was that high-spirited redhead, clearly trying to amuse herself and her friends. I gave her the merest glance, then went back to my phone.

It quickly became obvious that this vivacious teenpop was popular among her peers, with one youngster after another engaging her in conversation.

A moment later, I noticed something else. I was only half-listening , but it suddenly struck me that the girl’s Irish accent had completely vanished when she answered the girl stood next to her. She sounded English and posh as can be. It was enough to make me look up.

What first got my attention was her unruly mass of long bright ginger hair. She clearly had trouble keeping it under control. Then I realised she was smaller than any of her friends. They all looked to be around thirteen or fourteen. She seemed to be younger, but somehow I knew she wasn’t.

Suddenly aware of my scrutiny, the girl turned to glance at me. Now I knew why she could so easily slip into the accent. Her freckled face and deep green eyes, combined with the ginger hair, shouted Irish.

She turned that big grin on me. “You’re all of a wonderin’ about me now, pretty lady. And you’d be right. ‘Tis a mix of English and Irish, to be sure.” She laughed, then continued in her English voice. “Don’t pay any attention to me. I’m daft as a brush.”

I had to admit her manner was downright infectious; witty and charming, but very relaxed with it. I could easily see why she was popular.

The bus had been about to pass a stop when at the last moment, a man who’d been idly poking at his phone jumped up, frantically waving his arms and calling out, “Sorry, sorry… I get off here!” The driver hastily swerved into the stop bay, almost screeching to a halt. The mass of standing bodies held on for dear life, so as not to get pitched forward. But the redheaded girl had nothing to hold onto, so I instinctively reached out to steady her before she toppled over.

Although I managed to grasp both her arms, she still almost fell onto me. Quite accidentally, my knee went between her thighs before she recovered her balance. Oddly enough, she didn’t immediately pull away, just grinned and murmured, “A bit personal, considering we just met.”

I felt my face get hot, but she hastily added, “I’m only joking, ma’am. I told you, don’t pay any attention to me when I get like this.”

Pulling away, she went right back to chatting and laughing with her friends. Funny; I found myself wishing she’d spent a little more time with me.

When she saw me press the STOP button, the girl leaned in my direction, all smiles. “Have a nice rest of the day, lovely lady. Maybe I’ll see you tomorrow…?”

I knew it was just idle chatter; no real meaning behind her words. But after exiting the bus, I couldn’t help thinking of how she’d lingered while straddling my knee, maintaining intimate contact for longer than was necessary.

Why on earth would she do such a thing? Could she have been… coming on to me? The very idea seemed ludicrous, so I forced myself to think about something, anything else.

But in spite of my best efforts, the girl continued to prey on my mind. I kept recalling that pretty smiling face, that wild, untamed mane of red hair, those twinkling green eyes.

I found myself growing increasingly curious about this young stranger. What was her name? How old was she? What were her interests, her favourite books, bands, films? Did she have a boyfriend?

Did she even like boys?

***

I didn’t have much going on when I wasn’t on the job. An active social life didn’t fit in with continually varying shifts at the hospital, so I found it difficult to build any sort of steady romantic relationship.

Oh, I occasionally dated men, and slept with some of them. But none of these dalliances were ever more than casual, and always seemed to taper off before a few weeks had passed.

Don’t get me wrong — I liked these men well enough, and the sex was enjoyable, but I wanted something of substance. It’s just that I had no real idea what that something was, or how to go about getting it. So my personal life was mostly spent in a kind of limbo, longing for more.

In the meantime, my thoughts seemed to keep returning to that young girl. Her cheery nature had certainly brightened my day, but it was that moment of unexpected intimacy that I thought of the most. Could she really have ground her sex against my thigh? Young schoolgirls didn’t behave that way… or did they? Not that I normally gave much thought to the ways of young girls.

***

For the first time ever, I intentionally waited for the three-thirty bus and, once aboard, claimed the same seat as before. There was no ulterior motive behind my actions other than the fact that I enjoyed being in the presence of the redheaded girl. I could put up with the crowds and the noise for that.

She grinned when she looked my way, nudging her way through the mob until she was standing in front of me. Leaning in, she murmured, “I thought I might get lucky again today.” She saw my puzzled expression. “After what happened the last time we met, that is. I thought it was fun, didn’t you?”

The girl next to her had overheard. Making a face, she gave my redhead a poke in the ribs. “Stop teasing the lady, Siobhan. You’ll get into trouble one of these days, the way you carry on.”

Now I know her name, I thought, surprised by the satisfaction I took from that. As for Siobhan, she put on an innocent expression. “Teasing? Who, me? I don’t know what you mean.” She looked back at me. “Do you know what she means?” She lowered her voice to barely a whisper, “Besides, I wasn’t teasing… not at all.”

The whole exchange left me floundering, my face hot. What on earth was she up to? It shocked me to realise that this girl was openly flirting with me, in a way that was anything but innocent. For God’s sake, she couldn’t have been a day older than thirteen!

I didn’t know where to look, what to say or how to handle a situation like this. So I did nothing at all, just sat there staring at my knees.

At the next stop, even more youngsters crammed themselves into the bus, pressing Siobhan against me. By then, she was facing away from me, chatting to a girl on her right who had just boarded.

The bus rounded a corner, everyone swayed, and before I knew it, my knee was once again between the girl’s thighs. But this time, she stayed put.

I tried to pull back, but she seemed to follow. I could feel the heat of her sex against my bare skin.

On the verge of panic, I reached out to press the ‘stop’ button, even though we were at least a half dozen stops away from my destination. But Siobhan seized my hand just in time to prevent that.

I stared up into her calm green eyes. The warmth of her sex on my knee had increased… and was that a hint of wetness I felt? It shocked me to realise that Siobhan was pressing herself down more firmly, grinding the front of her knickers against my bare knee. The motion of the bus rocked her back and forth, assisting the girl in her lewd task.

I might have shoved her away out of sheer embarrassment, but I could also see that no one else was aware what Siobhan was doing — not in that crush. So I did nothing, thinking it best to avoid a scene. That’s what I told myself, at least.

Somehow, I found myself studying Siobhan’s arse… then the rest of her. For a fleeting moment, I tried to picture her naked before thrusting the thought away. She’s practically a child, for fuck’s sake… even if she is rubbing herself off on my leg.

By then, the front of her knickers was soaking wet. And to my surprise, I felt a corresponding dampness of my own, accompanied by a deep, resonating pulse between the thighs that left me light-headed. As if acting on their own, my legs parted even further, making it easier for the girl to grind against me.

My God, I was getting aroused by this! What was going on here? I’d never so much as kissed another girl, much less lusted after one. Had I lost my mind?

Siobhan suddenly seized my hand, clutching it tightly. I saw her hips jerk before she pressed her sex into my knee more firmly than ever. She was coming! I resisted an abrupt, powerful urge to reach out and grope her arse, but it was a very near thing.

Before I knew what was happening, the girl pulled herself away. I looked up to catch Siobhan grinning at me over her shoulder, eyes twinkling.

I yanked my skirt down lower to cover whatever evidence she’d left behind on my knee, struggling to get a grip on some very confused emotions. The craving, the need I was experiencing was like nothing I’d ever known. I ought to have been disgusted. Yet somehow, I wasn’t.

This time, she didn’t prevent me from pressing ‘stop’, but waited for me to look her way. When our eyes met, Siobhan raised an eyebrow. I knew it was a question, but what, I didn’t know. I was too flustered to deal with her right then. All I wanted was to escape. This wasn’t even my stop!

I had to squeeze by her to get through. Her mouth almost touched my ear. “I’m sorry, but I couldn’t help myself. Hope I didn’t upset you. If you’re not here tomorrow, I’ll know you’re not happy with me. But if you are here, well… let’s wait and see.” I felt her pat my hip. “Bye for now, lovely lady.”

***

For the remainder of the day, I fought to get Siobhan out of my mind and failed miserably. The memory of her warm, wet pussy against my skin, nothing but a pair of knickers between us… it haunted me, like a song that wouldn’t stop running through my head. The scent of her shampoo, the weight of her against me, the way her body jerked when she came. I was appalled and fascinated in equal measure.

In my heart, I knew I could and should have stopped her. But I hadn’t, and that’s what I found so difficult to understand. I’d allowed a young schoolgirl to rub herself off on me. Worse still, I’d found myself aroused by it. Christ, I still did, hours later. Did that make me some kind of pervert?

Slumping back in my chair, I took a swallow of wine and allowed the memory of Siobhan’s face to come into focus. Young, yes, even younger looking than I suspected she was. I already knew she was strangely beautiful. It was a kind of pixie-like face, very expressive. Her sense of humour, her joy, her boundless enthusiasm for life and living… it was all there for the world to see when she smiled.

I was shocked to realise how much I was drawn to the girl. In fact, I genuinely liked her. Even though she’d used me as a masturbation aid without seeking my consent. Not that I’d ever have given it had she asked. I stared at my knee. It was almost as if I could still feel her grinding against me.

For the first time in weeks, I felt the urge to masturbate. I wasn’t going to, though.  It seemed too much like flirting with danger, the idea of getting myself off to thoughts of an underage girl. I didn’t understand what was happening to me, and trying to figure it out didn’t help.

Fuck, girl, I told myself, this Siobhan has got you more excited than you’ve ever been.

I told myself that I had to stop thinking about her. There was nothing good that could ever come of it. Yet my body was urging me to go somewhere very dangerous, to get myself intimately involved with a child. And that’s what she essentially was — a child.

One thing I knew for certain: I wouldn’t be catching the 3:30 the next day.  And despite my growing attraction to Siobhan, I kept that promise.

***

It was one of those days where everything seemed to go wrong. Far more patients to see than normal, several of them peeved at having to wait longer than expected. I didn’t even get a lunch break. I was in a foul mood; at odds with everything and everyone. And to cap it all, I missed the 3 pm bus!

I certainly didn’t want to take the 3.30, but couldn’t bear the thought of waiting until four to get the next bus; I was exhausted as it was. Instead, I boarded the 3.30 and looked for a seat where I could hide myself. Perhaps Siobhan wouldn’t notice me.

She didn’t at first. I saw her glance about the bus, a look of disappointment evident on her face. I admit it; I was surprised. Could it be that this was more than a schoolgirl playing a wicked game? Was she genuinely interested in me?

Just then the woman seated next to me reached out for the ‘stop’ button, muttering, “Excuse me, please.” I had to stand to let her out. I’d barely settled back into my seat when Siobhan sidled in next to me.

That day she spoke in plain English, no  trace of that Irish lilt. “You’re avoiding me, it’s obvious. That’s okay… I guess I do need to apologize for my behaviour the other day. But tell me, pretty lady, did you think about me afterward… even a little bit?”

Right off, I made my first mistake. I was tired, and all too aware of her closeness. So I didn’t think, just answered, “I couldn’t stop thinking about you. That’s why I stayed away.”

I heard her chuckle, then murmur, “I knew it.” She switched to her Irish voice. “Now why would you be wantin’ to stay away from me? Me, that wants nothin’ more than gettin’ to know you better.” She placed her hand on my knee. “This part of you seemed to enjoy gettin’ acquainted.”

I didn’t want to draw any attention, which I probably would have done if I’d pushed her hand away. Now came my second mistake. I dropped my coat over Siobhan’s hand, intending to conceal what she was up to from any casual observers, but instead of then ordering her to back off, I stammered, “Please d-don’t touch me like that.”

She did raise her hand, nearly breaking contact, but her fingers were still grazing my bare skin. “Is that what you really want? If I’d been older, would you still have asked me to stop?” I felt that wicked hand slide beneath my skirt until it rested on my thigh.

I tried to address her by name, but messed up the pronunciation. She laughed, then told me, “Shav-awn, that’s the proper way to say it. Now what are you tryin’ to tell me?” Her fingers were now teasing the inside of my thigh, steadily moving higher.

This time I managed to get her name out correctly. “Siobhan, you — you shouldn’t. We’re on a bus, for God’s sake!”

That bewitching smile of hers put in another appearance. “So, lady. ‘Tis only the where and not the what that’s botherin’ you? Besides, shouldn’t is different to don’t, I’m thinkin’.”

Her fingers pressed a little more firmly as they slid further. Another couple of inches and she’d be touching the front of my knickers.

I was a mess, my resistance dwindled to practically nothing. I didn’t want her to stop — in fact, my pussy was aching for Siobhan’s touch. Oh, that still, small voice of conscience was putting up a fight, whispering, She’s practically a child, it’s sex in a public place, you aren’t even a lesbian, stop this bus and get off, you sodding fool — but I was growing increasingly deaf to its demands.

At any rate, Siobhan didn’t stop. Her fingers lightly caressing my inner thigh, she leaned closer and whispered, “Now is when you should tell me to take my hand away… and I will, if it’s what you really want.”

I was on the verge of speaking… but before my lips could form that first word, her fingers brushed the front of my knickers. I immediately froze.

This was all so new to me — terrifying, yet thrilling. A smidgen of a girl was touching me up in front of dozens of underage kids just out of school.

I knew I should make her stop, but damn it all, I was still unable to speak. Or move. My pulse, however, was racing like a gazelle.

Then a shudder jolted through me when Siobhan traced her finger along the crease of my pussy.

I stole a quick sideways glance and saw her gazing towards the front of the bus as if nothing untoward was taking place, though one could detect a very slight smirk on her lips.

I still hadn’t protested, but came close to gasping out loud when her finger began to slide up and down, then I jerked in my seat when she found my clit. Thankfully, no one noticed. A second finger joined the first, one on either side of my pulsing button.

Her lips brushed my ear. “Relax, pretty lady; enjoy. After all, I’m only returning the favour. I do owe you one.”

For two days I’d not been able to keep this girl from my thoughts. Now I was at her mercy. Siobhan’s touch was magical, and I couldn’t summon the will power to resist. Instead, my knees had parted just enough to give the girl sufficient room to do as she wished.

And that she did. Her fingers worked faster, back and forth, sliding along the front of my drenched knickers. I could feel my orgasm approaching, like an oncoming headlight glimpsed in the distance. I reached down to grip Siobhan’s wrist, silently urging her to go faster.

Mind you, I was still very much aware of the fact that we were on a crowded bus. Somehow, I managed to hold myself still as my pussy began to pulse. That pulse grew into a throbbing, then a pounding, and seconds later I exploded in the most intense orgasm I’d had in a long, long time. And somehow, I managed to keep quiet through it all.

Once the madness had passed, I sat motionless, allowing myself time to recover, but still clutching Siobhan’s hand between my legs.

When I’d sufficiently calmed myself, I whispered, “Such a wicked girl. You took unfair advantage of me. I ought to have stopped you.”

She cut in, speaking in her posh voice. “Ah, but you didn’t. You didn’t want to, either. Maybe I did take advantage, but only because I’d seen the signs.” She abruptly switched back to her Irish. “So don’t let it be troublin’ you, not a bit. Are you hearin’ me?”

“Signs? What signs? I don’t understand,” I asked.

“I saw a sweet, lonely lady who needed love, wantin’ to be held and touched by someone special. I saw you was sort of interested in me… but maybe also a little scared. And I understand that. Me, I liked you from the moment I first saw you on the bus.”

“I… I liked you too,” I replied. “Guess I didn’t know how much.”

Siobhan nodded. “I sort of guessed you weren’t actually into women… well, what I mean is, you don’t seem like you’re gay.” She paused, blushing a little bit. “I haven’t been teasin’ you all this time, honestly, I was seriously trying to make you want to know me.”

I didn’t know what to say in reply. Because there really wasn’t a sensible answer.

I relaxed my grip on her hand, which Siobhan slowly withdrew from between my legs. “That’s the first time I ever tried anything like that,” she said, “and I’m glad I did. I know you enjoyed it, too, but I don’t think we should do it again…” Before I could protest, she winked and added, “not on the bus, anyways.”

She paused to study her two fingers, the ones she’d used to make me come, then smiled as she lifted them to her mouth. I watched in astonishment as she sucked them. The act was both shocking and exciting.

Once she’d sampled my flavour, Siobhan said, “It’s Saturday tomorrow. I go into the city most weeks. I’ll be on the bus that passes yours at a quarter past ten. It would make me so happy if you were to join me. We could go for a coffee, or a McDonald’s or something. I mean, if you aren’t working at the hospital.  That’s where you come from every day, right?”

Siobhan wasn’t being jocular now. She was genuinely asking me to meet her, almost pleading.

My thoughts raced as my stop was approaching. Good sense told me it was time to call a stop to all of this before this thing got even more out of hand.

I reached out and pressed the ‘stop’ button, still not knowing how to answer. The bus began to slow. “Please,” she barely whispered, a tremor in her voice.

Siobhan moved to let me out of the seat, briefly gripping my arm as I squeezed through. Then I turned to her and blurted, “I’ll try,” then exited without a backward glance.

I looked up at the window of the bus as I set off for my flat. Siobhan’s mischievous expression had returned. She blew me a kiss, and I couldn’t keep myself from smiling back at her.

***

I liked to shower each day as soon as I got home. It washed the smell of the hospital away, as well as easing the tensions that built up on the job.

Needless to say, thoughts of Siobhan flooded my mind as I undressed. I was quite astounded at the state of my knickers. I’d never been masturbated or even orgasmed in my knickers before. You could tell they’d been absolutely soaked through.

I pictured my lovely redhead putting her fingers in her mouth and sucking them after rubbing me off. I couldn’t imagine anyone wanting to do something like that in public, where others could see. And yet Siobhan had done that very thing, just so I could watch her do it. Thinking about that made me tingle all over.

There was a throbbing between my legs and my nipples ached as I recalled the expression on her face when she tasted me. A look that spoke of purest pleasure.

That afternoon, I fingered myself in the shower, picturing Siobhan’s face. I even whispered her name when I climaxed.

That wasn’t the end of it, mind you. All through the evening, through dinner, and afterwards with a half bottle of wine, I thought about her. That’s when I realised that, consequences be damned, I was going to accept Siobhan’s offer to meet the next day.

I actually felt a measure of relief in making that decision, but it was followed by a generous dose of fear. Fuck me, I was going on a date with a thirteen-year-old girl!

It suddenly occurred to me that maybe this meant I was a lesbian, even though Siobhan had told me I didn’t seem like one. Am I gay, then? I asked myself. And if I am, should that bother me? I suddenly realised that I couldn’t care less.

What concerned me far more was what I was going to wear for our date. At twenty-six, I was precisely twice her age. Not old enough to pretend to be her mum, and probably too old to pass for her sister. Not that there was anything that would pass as a family resemblance, what with her ginger hair and mine almost pure black. I hoped no questions would arise about us and why we were together, but I knew we’d have to watch our behaviour. This time, I couldn’t allow her to fondle me in public, that much was certain.

In the end, I settled on trying to make myself appear as young as possible without being utterly obvious about it. A blue dress I hadn’t worn in years (but still fit into, thankfully), a pair of purple trainers I’d bought on impulse and never removed from the box, a brighter shade of lipgloss… I used every trick at my disposal to shave a few years off my age. And underneath, I wore the skimpiest, naughtiest lingerie in my wardrobe.

While doing my makeup, it struck me that I’d never gone to this much trouble preparing for a date with a man. My interest in this girl was fast becoming an obsession.

***

Rush hour was almost over, and the bus was near empty. The early morning buses were double-decked, they changed to single-deck for the rest of the day. I saw Siobhan wave through the window as the bus pulled in, not failing to notice her huge, happy grin.

I’m sure part of it was my outfit, but I actually felt like a teenager as I got on board. My heart was fluttering, my stomach doing flip-flops — just like a kid on a first date.

I stopped dead when I saw her stand up to greet me. Siobhan looked utterly gorgeous. Of course, the school uniform was gone. She now wore a skirt and button-up top with high heels. While I’d worked to make myself seem younger, Siobhan had opted for a more mature look.

I couldn’t keep myself from coming out with, “My goodness! Don’t you look beautiful, and, um… older. More grown up.” My God, I was babbling like a fool.

Siobhan took it in stride, though. She came back with, “So do you! Except, um, you look younger.” She wasn’t her usual cocky self, and that helped me feel a bit less awkward.

“Let’s sit up top,” she said, and I meekly followed Siobhan up the stairs. The dress she wore showcased her arse to impressive effect, and I found myself longing to reach out and touch it. Down, girl, I told myself.

Except for us, the top deck was empty, and I hoped it would stay that way. There were things I wanted to say that couldn’t be spoken in the presence of others.

As I sat next to Siobhan, she leaned in and kissed my cheek. She’d already done far more intimate things to me, yet somehow, this felt different. It was like a statement of intent, making it clear that  she wanted more from me than sex. Maybe I was reading too much into a brief kiss, but the warmth I felt inside couldn’t be denied.

Intending to return the compliment, I drew closer, expecting Siobhan to turn a cheek. Instead, she parted her lips ever so slightly, inviting me to kiss her for real.

I only hesitated for the briefest moment, well aware that I’d never kissed anyone of my own sex before… but now I wanted to more than anything.

I brought my lips to hers, only intending a brief, gentle kiss for starters, but as I began to draw away, Siobhan followed. Our mouths were pressed together; the kiss lingered. Then her tongue brushed my lower lip — and just like that, I surrendered, returning her kiss with every ounce of passion I possessed, giving myself over to the love of a thirteen-year-old girl.

She drew my tongue into a lustful dance, and I was only too happy to let her lead. I swear the kiss must have lasted for at least three minutes before we finally broke apart.

Siobhan and I were inches apart, our eyes locked together. We were both too overwhelmed to speak at first, then she gave a blissful sigh and said, “My first kiss from a lady… and what a beautiful lady she is, too. I was hopin’ for this all last night and this mornin’, too. I even prayed it would stay empty up here, so we could finally kiss for real. And I ain’t even gonna ask if you liked it, because I know you did. I could feel you gettin’ all excited. Just like I am right now.”

Taking her hand, I said, “Siobhan, I have to admit something. I was frightened by the thought of meeting you here today. I’ve never done anything like this with a woman before, much less a girl your age. But when I saw you today, all those feelings disappeared. That’s when I knew for sure that I’m… I’m attracted to you. I want to get to know you better, much better. And by the way, that was the nicest, sweetest kiss I’ve ever had.”

Siobhan was positively beaming at me. “See, I knew it. Maybe I acted like some clever, experienced girl… but really, I’m not. I just saw you that first day on the bus and I thought, oh my fuck, I gotta get to know that lady. I wasn’t sure what was the best way to get closer to you, and maybe I made some dumb mistakes. But, see, it worked, ’cause here we are.” She gave my hand a squeeze. “It’s you and me now.”

I pondered her words and what they meant. This beautiful, lively girl wanted me for a lover, and I still didn’t quite understand why. I answered, “Yes, Siobhan, here I am. This… this hold you have over me doesn’t even make sense, and I’m not sure how or why it happened, but I’m so, SO glad it did.”

Flashing that infectious grin of hers, she switched to her Irish lilt. “’Tis because I’m irresistible. I’m what you want, even if you didn’t know it. And me… fuck, I don’t know your name, but I’ve been lookin’ for someone special. Sure, I thought it would be a girl close to my age… then I saw you and I knew. Oh, and call me Shav — it’s easier.”

“Shav.” I savoured it. “Hi, Shav. My name’s Megan — and please don’t call me Meg, I hate that.” I touched a finger to her lips before she could respond. “This wasn’t easy for me, you know… meeting you like this. I tried to stop myself, because I knew it was wrong. But I couldn’t stop thinking about you, so I came. Now… um, what happens next?”

She laughed. “Oh, that’s easy. We’re girlfriends now, and I’m gonna make you love me. Want to kiss some more, Megan?”

I did. Our mouths drifted together, and we kissed for ages. Her tongue quickly found its way between my lips, and I met it with mine.

I had a sudden, powerful urge to touch Siobhan’s budding breasts, so it didn’t surprise me at all when I felt her hand slide under my jumper. Sure enough, this teen girl began to feel me up.

Oh God, it felt good to have someone touch me like that. So unlike my previous boyfriend, who barely paid attention to my tits, always in such a hurry to get me out of my knickers and on my back. With Siobhan, there was affection in every caress. When she lightly pinched my nipple, I nearly came on the spot.

I had to touch her, had to give my young lover the same sweet gift she’d given me. Slipping a hand beneath Siobhan’s skirt, I began to stroke her thighs. She parted her legs, inviting me inside. Without a second thought, I laid my hand on the front of her knickers, overwhelmed at how wet they were… soaked through!

Out of nowhere, a nagging voice entered my mind, asking, What in God’s name are you doing with your hand up a thirteen-year-old’s skirt? I thrust the voice away, refused its call. I had something far more meaningful to occupy me.

There was but a thin layer of cotton between my hand and Siobhan’s mound. Did I have the courage to cross that line, to pleasure her with my fingers? If I gave in, this would be sex with an underage girl… only this time, I was the one doing the dirty work. I’d be risking everything.

Siobhan saw my uncertainty. “Please,” she whispered, her lips trembling. “Please touch me, Megan.”

I couldn’t tell her no, couldn’t make this adorable girl sad. Besides, I wanted to fuck her; craved her like a drug. Yes, I was that far gone.

Carefully easing the front of her knickers to one side, I found the juicy slit. Inexperienced as I was, it was plain as day that she was very aroused. I lightly traced a finger along the cleft, going up and down a few times before gently pressing the tip inside. It easily slipped into her warmth, right up to the third knuckle. Siobhan thrust herself forward, forcing my finger even deeper. “Oh, oh yes!” she gasped.

She crushed her mouth into mine, kissing me with a fierceness she’d not shown before. Her hand was still under my jumper, and she seized my throbbing nipple; gave it a quick twist. It hurt so wonderfully, a jolt of ecstasy that went straight between my legs.

Siobhan moaned into our kiss as I fucked her cunt, working my finger in and out. I didn’t really have a clue what I was doing, just went by intuition. I guess that was enough, because she was so clearly loving my touch. It was when she began to move her torso up and down, sort of raising up from the seat with every thrust, that I thought of her clitoris. Christ, how could I have forgotten that?

I made up for lost time, though. Leaning forward, I brought my left hand into play, searching for Siobhan’s clit while continuing to shag her with the right.

My fingers found the slippery nub. I rubbed and teased it. She writhed and moaned, covering her mouth as best she could. I rubbed faster. Suddenly, she gripped my tit hard, going tense for a moment… then a hard shudder shook her body, and I knew she was coming. She began to tremble, her hips jerking in time with my thrusts.

I saw her eyes open to stare into mine, her head bobbing, mouth hanging slack. “Sweet Jesus, Megan — fuck me!”

I’d never had a woman climax in my presence before, never mind a young girl. But now, this wild young creature was orgasming to my touch. It was one of the most beautiful moments imaginable. My heart was so full that I almost cried with joy.

Slowly, she calmed, then relaxed, collapsing into my arms. I held her tightly, my face buried in a sweet-smelling mess of ginger hair. After a short while, she turned her head up to look at me. She gave a little nod and a weary smile. “See, I knew it. You and me, we were meant to be.”

I could only gaze down at her beautiful young face, at a loss for words. So instead, I leaned down and gave Siobhan a tender kiss.

We were startled out of it when the bus made a sudden stop. We took our hands back, then paused to straighten our clothes. Shav was grinning that impish grin. “So, what’re we doing all day? Maybe you want to go to the cinema, then we could sit in the dark and touch each other’s pussies. Or we could do something boring… like go some place where we can eat.” She paused, then guffawed with laughter.

“What’s so funny?” I asked.

“Ooooh, I made a little joke there, an’ you missed it. When I said ‘eat,’ I meant it as in ‘eat pussy’. I guess you never did that.”

I stared at her, feeling my face get hot. Of course, I knew what eating pussy meant. It’s just that cunnilingus wasn’t a topic I was used to discussing so freely.

Siobhan wasn’t fazed in the least. She took hold of my hand, lifted it to my mouth. “Taste me, Megan. Just like I did with you yesterday. Bet you’ll like it.”

My first impulse was to pull away… but that was the old me. Now I was curious to know the flavour of her cunt. Taking a finger into my mouth, I sucked on it. The taste was… not what I expected. It was naughty, it was heady and delicious, it was her. I wanted more.

Then and there, I knew I would be going down on Siobhan as soon as I was able. I longed to fuck her with my tongue, to have her essence coating my lips and chin, to hear the girl’s cries of passion fill the air.  Luckily, I had just enough self-restraint to keep myself from getting down on my knees right then, tugging  her knickers off and going to work.

She pressed a hand into my lap. “Ever had your pussy eaten?”

I shrugged. “Not very well. A couple of my boyfriends did it to me every now and then, but…”

Siobhan was already shaking her head. “Blokes don’t know what it’s about, I reckon.” She drew closer, grazing my ear with her lips. “I’ve not had it done to me, either… nor done it myself. You’ll be the first. We could do it this very afternoon, if you like. Care to let this girl eat your… cunt out?”

I knew I was blushing, but my excitement was at fever pitch as I murmured, “I was wondering, Shav. Shall we forget about going for coffee, McDonald’s, the cinema or whatever else… and just go back to my flat?”

“What?” she cried out in mock outrage. “Miss out on McDonald’s?” Then she giggled. “Sounds grand. There’s a stop just comin’ up, you wanna get off?”

Oh, I did. I seriously wanted to get off! By then, I was aroused all over again, my pussy practically aching for release.

We descended to the lower level and made our exit. I saw the driver grinning as we went by him. Fuck me, I’d forgotten all about the onboard webcam! He must have had a pretty good idea of what we’d been up to. Embarrassed though I was, I still held my head high as we disembarked.

Siobhan and I laughed ourselves silly as we crossed over the road to wait for the return. The bus stop was deserted, so I turned her to face me, cupping her face in my hands.

I was about to to whisper, I love you, Siobhan. But she spoke first.  “I know, Megan. Though it’s only been a week since we met, you love me. ‘Tis because I’m an Oirish witch, and that I am, to be sure. And you, my black-haired beauty… I love you, too, and I can’t wait for us to have our first fuck.”

The end.

I know some will be shouting – why does it end here? It would be so easy to write more. Yet, for me, the story is told. Any more is for you to imagine.