Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

Note from JetBoy: This story, the first from our beloved Bee (aka kinkys_sis) in many a moon, comes with an apology  from yours truly to the author for taking so damnably long to make it public. The editing process took far longer than usual this time. Basically, once I’d laid hands on this story, I didn’t want to let go. Hopefully, you won’t want to let it go either. 

At any rate, Bee was an amazingly good sport about the delay, for which your Boy Proofreader will be forever grateful. I think it’s one of the best things she’s ever done, and my edit job didn’t do too much damage.

Okay, here it is. Please enjoy, and if you do, let the author know in comments!

 

by kinkys_sis

I held my breath as she stood stock still on the mat, arms spread ever so slightly, mentally preparing herself before she began her routine on the balance beam.

There was a hard knot of tension in my stomach, and my fists were clenched so tightly that the knuckles were white. I couldn’t shake a sense of impending disaster, knowing she wasn’t ready for the jumps and somersaults she was about to attempt.

I wondered if her coach realised she was carrying an injured ankle. I only knew because of how intently I studied her, my idol. I was familiar with her every expression, how her body moved. I missed nothing.

She’d gained the top spot on the uneven high bars with a flawless routine. Now there was but one point between herself and a rival gymnast to win the championship. The outcome would be decided on this final round on the balance beam.

But I’d seen the slight bend of her ankle when she landed after an uneven beam dismount. I’d caught the brief grimace that crossed her beautiful face before she caught herself. I knew she’d just sustained an injury.

I had watched closely as she walked away and back to her team. It barely showed, but I knew she was struggling to hide anything untoward.

Now, she leaned back slightly, raised herself onto her toes, then mounted the beam with a single jump. I stopped breathing as I watched. She was almost at the end of the routine and everything had gone perfectly so far. Then she did her last forward somersault. She got perfect height, her body seemed to flow through the air. To most watching, the landing looked good, but I was sure I’d seen her ankle bend again.

I saw the strain on her face; something was wrong. My heart was beating fast and I felt tears prickling at my eyes. No, no, no…

She stepped to the end of the beam and gracefully positioned her body. Now came the triple backward somersaults and dismount to finish her exercise. The first was fine, then she went into the second.

As if in slow motion, I saw the whole thing unfold in excruciating detail. The pain she felt was now written on her face. Her feet landed on the beam, knees already bending for the final somersault.

Then her ankle gave way.

I heard her scream as she slipped, legs straddling either side of the beam, then she landed, the hard wood smashing into her crotch. She rolled off to one side and landed with a loud thump on the matting.

One of her hands went between her thighs, the other clutching for her ankle as she writhed on the ground. Within seconds, she was surrounded by her coach and teammates. Myself, I could do nothing but sit where I was, tears streaming down my face. I was totally heartbroken for my idol, feeling as if I’d been punched in the gut.

***

Her name was Astrid. It’s Norwegian, and means, “one the gods love and care for.” That’s perfect, absolutely perfect.

She was born in England, but her parents emigrated here from Norway. She was in the year above mine, although she was nearly two years older than my fourteen.

If you only went by her appearance, Astrid was a stereotypical Scandinavian blonde, with sapphire-blue eyes, flawless pale skin and a trim figure.

But Astrid was a whole lot more than just a pretty face. She was the star of our gymnastics team, and could totally hold her own at hockey and netball. She could also have been on the athletics team as well, but the head coach put his foot down, insisting Astrid wouldn’t be able to keep her grades up if she was involved in that many sports.  Needless to say, the athletics coach wasn’t pleased.

For me, it was love at first sight. On my way to class, I rounded a corner and there she was, moving through the hallway like a goddess among mortals. Thankfully, I didn’t drop my books, but it was a very close call. Just like that, I was head over heels for her… and I didn’t even know I liked girls that way!

I quickly learned about Astrid’s athletic skills, and from that day onward, I was her biggest fan. I never missed any event she took part in, even though I was certain she never noticed me.

I would stand in the school’s main corridor after school or station myself somewhere on the playground, any place where I might get a glimpse of Astrid, or simply pick up on the sound of her voice.

I’d even been in the shower room at the same time she was, where I got to see her bare body in all its glory. At that moment I felt a helpless longing to touch her, so intense I could have died from it.

That night in bed, I masturbated while picturing myself in Astrid’s arms, both of us naked and exchanging deep, hungry kisses. After making myself come,  I fell asleep only to dream of her, recalling the brief glimpses I’d had of her pussy.

For almost two years I allowed myself to be drawn deeper and deeper into this infatuation with Astrid. My whole life seemed to revolve around her.

But this obsession was slowly breaking my heart. In the social structure of high school, I was invisible to girls like her. A member of a lower caste, never noticed, never recognised. Not by a senior, anyway. That’s just how it was.

I’d actually come to acknowledge just how unhealthy this situation had become for me. But I was trapped; couldn’t find a way out. No matter how often I told myself to stop longing for her, my heart refused to listen. So that was my situation — a fourteen-year-old girl who’d never even been kissed, crazy for another girl who didn’t know I existed.

***

My hands were knotted tightly as I watched them lift Astrid onto a stretcher and wheel her away to the physio room. Without thinking, I leapt from my seat to rush after them. Tracy grabbed my arm, “Sandy, you can’t. They won’t let you in.”

Tracy was my best friend. It had taken nearly a year for her to suss out my obsession with Astrid. She hadn’t been shocked; quite the opposite. At first, she was supportive as could be, but after a while, told me I was wasting my life pining over an impossible dream. Once she hinted that there was an alternative available if I only knew where to look, but I was too far gone in my obsession to see anyone but Astrid.

I watched as Astrid was carried from sight. Tracy held me as I cried, then took my hand and led me outside.

“I have to go,” she told me. “Sorry; I promised the parents I’d be home by nine.” Everyone else was leaving, but Tracy knew I wouldn’t go anywhere until I found someone to tell me how Astrid was.

“Take care, Sandy,” she told me. Tracy kissed my cheek, offered a final hug,  then left.

All cried out, I sat in the stands, thoughts in turmoil. Why was I there? What good would it do? No one knew I was waiting for news of Astrid, and no one would tell me anything. But I stayed right where I was, God knows why.

The gym was nearly empty; still no sign of Astrid. Then I heard the main doors closing. The porter was locking up the entrance before he left.

Bounding to my feet, I raced to catch the man, reaching him as he opened the lock on his bicycle. “What’s happened to Astrid?” I asked, “I haven’t seen her come out.”

“Sorry, love, I’ve no idea. There’s no one left inside, far as I know.” With a brief nod, he mounted the bike and pedalled away.

I couldn’t possibly have missed her. I knew that for certain. So where was Astrid? There’s only one gate out of the school. Yet the porter told me there was no one left inside.

***

Astrid was devastated from the pain she felt, but knowing the gold medal had slipped from her grasp hurt even more. She’d always bested her rivals when it came to the beam, and a good showing there would have given her a lock on first place. Instead, she’d ruined everything with that botched landing from the bars, which twisted her ankle ever so slightly.

It was a minor injury, but just enough to throw Astrid off her game. For the first time, she’d been frightened on the beam. Yet her routine had gone flawlessly, right up until the last tumble sequence before the dismount. And then… disaster. She’d never felt pain like that.

The coach carefully strapped her ankle before telling her she needed to be taken to the hospital. “I… I’ll get my mum to take me,” Astrid told her. Although it hurt like hell, she could walk, but just barely. “I’ll wait out front,” she said. “You should get back to the others. I’m all right.”

Satisfied, the coach gave Astrid a quick hug. “Take care of that ankle, Astrid,” she said. “You know the drill: RICE. Rest. Ice. Compression. Elevation,” she continued, ticking them off on her fingers. “Call your mum now!” she said over her shoulder, hastening back to the event.

But Astrid didn’t phone her mum. She couldn’t. More than anything, she needed to be alone, away from people. She just wanted to hide… and have a good cry.

***

I walked around the corner, looking everywhere for Astrid — not a person in sight. So I carried on around the next corner to the back of the school, where the sports fields were. It, too, was deserted.

She has to be here somewhere, I told myself. It had rained most of the afternoon, leaving everything wet, so I didn’t expect to find her sitting anywhere around there.

I suddenly thought of the cricket pavilion, the only place with shelter and benches, and hastened in that direction.

I heard Astrid crying before I saw her. I hurried around the corner and there she was, lying down on one of the benches, head buried in her hands.

She didn’t hear or see me approach across the soft grass. I reached the edge of the veranda, suddenly realising that now I was there, I had no idea what to say or do. So I just stood, frozen to the spot, watching Astrid weep. Of course, I was crying too.

Some sixth sense must have alerted her to my presence. She raised her head and stared at me. For a moment she seemed puzzled, trying to work out who I was. Finally she snapped, “What do you want? Go away.”

“I… I… I just came to find you, t-to see if you’re okay,” I stammered.

She frowned. “What’s it to you if I’m all right or not? Sorry, but I’m not in the mood for company right now.”

I’m fighting to keep my hands from shaking. Oh God, I’m messing this up. “I… I was worried when you didn’t come out of school. Sorry, Astrid. I didn’t mean to b-be nosy.”

The mention of her name made Astrid glance sharply at me. “You know my name? I don’t remember us ever meeting. Who are you?”

I wanted to turn and flee; pretend this never happened. Finally, I got to speak to the girl I love… and she doesn’t even like me!

Somehow, I managed to keep talking.  “I’m Sandy. I s-saw your accident on the beam and, well… I just wanted to make sure you’re okay.”

Her features softened as she studied me for a moment. “Wait a minute… I’ve seen you before, at other events.” She thought for a second. “Come to think about it, you’re always there, aren’t you?”

I could feel my face getting hot. Once again, I found myself wanting to run away. Instead, I mumbled, “Yeah.”

She sat up and eased her foot down. I saw her wince as it touched the floor. The bandages on her ankle made it look huge. I watched as she carefully felt it, then made a face.

Astrid glanced up at me. “Say, as long as you’re here, can you do something for me? I think my ankle has swollen up more, and this bandage is really tight. Could you maybe loosen it up a bit?”

I went down before her with one knee raised. Patting my thigh, I asked, “Can you put your foot here?” When she complied, I began to slowly unfasten the bandage. As it came undone I saw the discolouration and the awful swelling. It looked terrible. My poor wounded angel.

Astrid was resting her head against the wall, eyes closed, pain clearly written on her face. Without any conscious thought, I bent my head and kissed her foot. My lips just barely brushed the skin.

With a shock, I realised what I’d done, but it was too late. Astrid’s foot was snatched away, then the other one thumped me in the chest. I went flying backwards, my head hitting the ground. I lay dazed, unable to move until I heard Astrid scream. Somehow, I instantly  scrambled to my feet.

She’d obviously jumped up from the bench, but with her ankle unable to take the weight, had immediately flopped back down. “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” she gasped, fresh tears rolling down her cheeks.

Once again, I had no idea what to do. She’d kicked me! Had it been on purpose? I didn’t know whether to flee or try to help her. Surely she was furious with me. Why, why, why did I kiss her foot like that?

In the end, I couldn’t bring myself to go, so I approached Astrid, quaking inside. “I’m s-sorry. That was SO stupid of me. Please let me help.” She didn’t object as I came close and reached for her leg. “Lay back and put your foot up.”

The pain showing on her face seemed to have eased a bit, and she’d stopped crying, thank goodness.

“Are you okay?” Astrid said. “I didn’t mean to kick you like that. You startled me.”

“Um, I’m fine. No harm done.” Actually, both my chest and my head were sore, but I felt much, much better. She hadn’t done it on purpose!

Astrid had picked up her purse and was rooting through it, then she gave a cry of despair. “Oh, noooo… I left my phone inside!”  Turning to me, she said, “Have you got a phone with you? Oh God, please say yes! I need to call my mum to come get me.”

“Sure!” I said, already fishing about in my bag. I passed Astrid my phone, and she motioned for me to sit while she dialled her mother. Getting an answer right away, she tearfully explained what had happened, then went silent for a moment. “By the gate in ten minutes?” she mumbled. “Okay, I’ll be there waiting. T-thanks, Mum.”

She handed my phone back to me, then began to struggle to her feet. I reached out to help her up. “You shouldn’t put your whole weight on that foot. Let me help you get to the gate.”

“Um, okay,” she replied.

It was a struggle for us both, what with Astrid favouring one leg, and me trying to hold her up, but we managed to reach the gate at the same time as her mother.

The woman parked and climbed out, hastening around the car to open the passenger door. She helped Astrid inside, then raced back to the driver’s side and jumped back in. The doors slammed and she drove off. No thanks. No goodbye. Not even a glance my way.

I stared down the road as the car disappeared from sight, feeling empty and hurt. Then I got angry. I was the only one who thought to go looking for Astrid. I helped her, showed compassion. And what did I get in return? Not a word of thanks, not so much as a nod. Just a sore head, a bruised chest and a broken heart.

Fuck you, too, I thought. With a heavy sigh, I began the lonely trek home.

I’d just arrived when Tracy called. I blurted out what had happened, then my anger turned to tears. “It’s not fair, Tracy.” I sobbed.

“I tried to warn you, Sandy. Girls like her… they’re like sodding royalty. They don’t have to be nice. Even so, she’s got no right to treat you like that.” A pause. Um, sorry, Sandy, but I’ve really got to go… I’m only about half done with my homework. We’ll talk tomorrow, okay?”

“Thanks, Tracy. Sorry to be dumping all this crap on you.”

“Aw, that’s what best mates are for. See you tomorrow!”

“G’night.” I rang off, then trudged off to bed,

***

The next day I was exhausted. I’d slept barely a wink. I really didn’t feel like school, but I had no excuse for not going.

Tracy was waiting at the gate when I arrived. She came running over and gave me a hug. “You look terrible. Are you all right? Ugh, that fucking Astrid. I’d like to give her a swift kick in the arse!”

Unhappy as I was, I had to smile. “Yeah, I’m okay, I’ll be fine. You’re a good friend to me, Tracy. I know I’m being stupid about Astrid. Give me time; I’ll get over it.”

“You’d better!” she said, hugging me once more before we had to get to class.

I soon found out Astrid wasn’t in school. Nor was she there for the next two days. In spite of myself, I was consumed with worry. Was her injury as bad as all that? I had no idea, and that was driving me mental.

It took me until Saturday morning to realise I still had her mum’s number on my phone. Should I ring? What if she treated me just like before?

Finally, I decided against it. I had to stop mooning after her, and this was the right time to start. My heart was still broken, but I did feel a measure of pride for at least making the effort to take my life back.

It didn’t occur to me that if I had the phone number of Astrid’s mum, she would have mine as well. So it came as a complete surprise when she rang me later that same day.

She introduced herself as Britta. And although she sounded like a more grownup Astrid, her accent was very different. “Thank you so very much, dear Sandy, for everything you did for my daughter. I feel terrible for how I drove off without a word like that, but I was so worried and wanted to get Astrid to the hospital as quickly as possible. Please forgive me.”

I did, of course. She was so nice that I couldn’t be mad at her. When I asked her how Astrid was, Britta said, “I’m taking the phone upstairs to her. She wants to talk to you.”

A brief pause, then I heard her lovely voice. “Hello, Sandy. Thanks so much for letting me speak to you. I feel awful for how we treated you the other night, and so does Mum.”

“Never mind that. How are you? Is your ankle okay? I thought it might be really messed up, what with you not being at school.”

She explained that a scan had shown ligament damage but it would heal with rest and physio treatment. Then she said, “I’ve been thinking about you, Sandy. Every time I compete, you’re there. It never really registered before. Can I ask why? Do you… do you have a thing for me?”

I was struggling to find the right answer, terrified of freaking her out. “I just love to, to watch when you compete. You’re an amazing gymnast… but, I mean, you’re seriously good at everything you do. Um, that’s not creepy of me, is it? If I’m making you uncomfortable, I’ll stop coming.” God, I was babbling like an idiot.

“No, you don’t have to stay away… and it’s cool that you enjoy what I do so much. I’m still wondering if it’s more than that, though. I mean, it was kinda weird when you kissed my foot. It threw me.”

I was glad Astrid couldn’t see how red my face was right then. “God, I’m SO embarrassed about that. I felt so sorry for your poor ankle, and just wanted to, you know, kiss it better.” I answered, feeling more foolish than ever.

I was half-expecting Astrid to give me the brush, so I was absolutely staggered by what she said next. “Where do you live, Sandy? If it’s not too far away, can you come over and see me? It’s a bit boring lying here all day with no one to talk to. Maybe my mum could come and fetch you. What do you think?”

My heart jumped into my throat. She wants to see me! I already knew where Astrid lived — only four streets away, actually — but had the presence of mind to keep that to myself. When she gave me the address, I said, “Oh, that’s not far away at all! I’ll be there in half an hour if that’s okay.”

“See you then!” she replied.

Time for a shower. Pick out something nice to wear. A quick word with Mum, then off I went. I could have skipped and capered through the streets, beside myself with joy.

Soon I was standing outside Astrid’s home. Taking a deep breath to brace myself, I marched up to the front door and rang the bell.

Her mum answered a moment later. In the light of day, Britta was just as beautiful as Astrid, just older.

She hugged me tightly after letting me in. “Thank you again for the help you gave my daughter, Sandy. It was very kind of you. She’s waiting upstairs; I’ll take you right up.”

Even without makeup, Astrid was gorgeous. She was lying on her bed propped up with pillows, including one for her leg. She wore a light blue dressing gown that did nothing to hide her figure.

With a start, I realised I was gazing at the contours of her body, and quickly pretended to be examining her injury. There was a new bandage, and a metal brace that went from her ankle to almost her knee. I also saw a livid red scrape on the inside of one thigh, running from her knee to disappear beneath the gown.

I felt so sorry for her. “Wow, that brace looks uncomfortable. And I had no idea you had that nasty scrape. Does it hurt?”

Astrid pulled the hem up a bit, and I winced. The scrape got worse the higher it went. “Oh, the ointment they gave me for it helps a lot,” she said, “Still, it is sore, especially around the top.”

Astrid’s dressing gown parted as she displayed her leg. Now I’m sure it wasn’t done on purpose, but for an instant I could see all the way up to her shaved pussy.  I only got a brief glimpse before she adjusted the gown, but it shook me to the core.

Thankfully, she didn’t seem to notice, patting the bed beside her. “Come sit with me, Sandy. Tell me about yourself.”

My heart raced as I seated myself next to Astrid, praying she couldn’t pick up on my obvious jitters. There I was, in bed with the girl I adored, our bodies close enough to touch, and I’d just discovered she was stark naked beneath her dressing gown.

It didn’t take a great deal of time for me to tell her about myself — what I studied, what I did for fun, the kinds of music I liked and so on.

Then I noticed the posters on her walls, nearly all of them from arty sci-fi movies. I had three of those same posters myself.

“Hey, you’re into science fiction, huh?” I said. “So am I!”

“Well, more astronomy and science fact, really, though I read sci-fi sometimes. I hope to study astronomy at Uni. But I just love those posters. What about you?”

“I think it was the film Alien and the sequels that got me into sci-fi,” I told her. “Now, I’m a fanatic. My DVD collection is massive.”

Soon, we were embroiled in a lengthy discussion of science fiction versus fact. It soon became apparent that we had a lot in common, and Astrid seemed just as pleased by that as I was. Our conversation had become quite animated.

Suddenly, I noticed Astrid was holding my hand while we spoke. She didn’t seem to be aware of it. It just sort of happened. But I was very aware. Her hand became my universe, I fell silent.

“What is it?” she asked me. “You’ve gone all quiet.” She followed my gaze to our hands, our fingers entwined, then began to pull away. But I held on. “No, please don’t,” I said. “Let’s just keep talking.”

I saw her study my face. “I’ve thought about what you said earlier, and I’m not sure I believe it. You do have a thing for me, don’t you?”

I was blushing furiously before she was done speaking. This was it — make or break time. Would Astrid allow me to be her friend, at least? Or might she despise me for liking her that way? Whatever the outcome, it was time for the truth.

I whispered, “Yes… yes, I do. I think you’re th-the prettiest, most talented girl I’ve ever seen.” Now, I couldn’t stop myself from speaking, the words coming out of me in a rush. “I’m never happier than when I’m watching you do sports, especially gymnastics. You’re so — so committed; you always give your best. I’m there at every event, because I love watching you so much. I even have p-pictures of you on my wall…” I faltered, now embarrassed at my gushing. I felt a tear roll down my cheek. “I’m sorry,” I mumbled, unable to meet Astrid’s gaze.

She reached up to brush away the tear with a finger, then allowed her hand to linger on my cheek. “Hey, there’s no need for that. Here… lie down next to me.” Astrid shifted over a little to make room.

As I lay back, she wrapped an arm round my shoulder, drawing my head into the crook of her neck. “Don’t cry, Sandy,” she whispered. “You haven’t done anything wrong.”

I settled in, trying to relax, eventually succeeding. For ages, we simply lay quietly, no words spoken at all. To me, it was heaven being so close to her. Her body alongside mine. The delicate scent of her filled my head.

I was annoyed with myself for it, but I couldn’t stop studying the swell of her breasts, just inches away. God, how I longed to touch them, but I didn’t dare, not wanting to break the spell of this precious moment.

Astrid broke into my thoughts. “It’s nice having you here by me, very comforting. I’m not sure why, but I like it.” She pulled me a little tighter to her. “You’re really sweet, Sandy.”

My arousal had returned in a big way. We were cuddling in Astrid’s bed, just a thin dressing gown covering her nude body, and she’d just admitted to enjoying having me so close. She liked it! How utterly amazing was that?

My lips were almost brushing Astrid’s neck. Summoning up my courage, I  gave her a feather-light kiss. She didn’t protest. In fact, I thought I felt her shiver ever so slightly.

That emboldened me just enough to kiss her neck again, more firmly this time. But Astrid said, “That feels nice… but I think you should stop.”

Somehow, I managed to raise my head, meeting her gaze. “Didn’t you like it?”

Now it was her turn to blush. “I said it was nice, but that’s all. Sandy, I’m sorry, but I’m not that way, I can’t be what you want me to be. So please don’t, okay?”

I knew this was a defining moment in our relationship. At least Astrid wanted to be friends, and I could live with that, even while longing for more.

I said, “Okay, I’ll be good.” But I did lean closer until my lips touched hers in the gentlest of kisses. It was brief, but lasted long enough to convey my message: I’ll wait for you. If you ever think you might want me after all, I’ll be here.

I slowly sat up. “I’d better go now, Astrid. I’ll come and see you tomorrow if you like.”

For a moment she seemed puzzled, then gave me a dazzling smile. “Yes, I’d appreciate it if you came again.” She squeezed my hand. “I do like you, Sandy, but I just want to be friends. Are you okay with that?”

Getting to my feet, I returned her smile. “Yes, I am. See you tomorrow.”

Her mother Britta walked me to the door, then gave me a hug, offering an open invitation to visit whenever I liked. When I told her I would be there the next day, she hugged me again. “Thank you, Sandy. Thank you.”

***

Back at home, I sat on my bed, gazing at one of my favourite pictures of Astrid, more in love with her than ever.

My visit had gone far, far better than I’d expected. We were actual friends now! Her mum liked me, and encouraged me to visit again! Best of all, I’d kissed Astrid on the mouth, and she’d enjoyed it.

Okay, it’s true that she made me stop, then more or less told me she didn’t like girls that way. But she did like it when I kissed her; I could feel it when our lips were touching. And she wanted to see me again — the very next day!

Despite Astrid’s claim of being straight, something deep inside told me I might still have a chance with her. I could make my dream come true!

My body was still tingling, remembering the warmth of her lying next to me. Then there was the brief glimpse I’d had of her pussy lips. And the way she smelled… like vanilla, I decided.

Quickly undressing, I spread myself out on the bed. I gently caressed my nipples to bring them to life — first one, then the other. Reaching down with my free hand, I began to masturbate, tracing my slit with a fingertip. I closed my eyes, pretending it was Astrid touching me.

That sent my lust soaring to a new, dizzying height. With a choked cry I spread my legs wide and fingered myself harder than I ever had, not caring if it hurt. Meanwhile, I kept the other hand busy plucking and tugging at my nipples.

“Ohhhh… oh, Astrid, I love you s-so much!” I blurted as the orgasm hit me, the most intense I’d ever experienced. It seemed to last forever. Afterward, I rolled into a ball, hugging myself, in love with everything, so happy I could have cried.

What might the next day bring? At that moment, anything seemed possible

***

Once again, Astrid’s mum Britta answered the door when I knocked. Gesturing me inside, she surprised me with a hug and a kiss on the cheek once she’d closed the door.

“Thanks so much for coming, Sandy. I think you’re the only one who’s managed to cheer my daughter up!” She paused, then said, “Sandy, can I ask you a very personal question?”

With some apprehension, I nodded.

“You love my daughter, don’t you? I mean real love, more than just friendship. I can see it in your eyes. You can answer honestly, dear – I won’t be angry.”

It was crunch time. Would she ask me to leave if I told her the truth? She didn’t seem to be upset – in fact, I wondered why she wasn’t.

I decided to speak frankly, but had trouble meeting her questioning gaze. “You’re right,” I mumbled, ”I – I’m in love with her. I’ve felt that way about Astrid for ages, but… well, she doesn’t feel the same way I do. She only wants to be friends.”

Britta took both my hands. I timidly glanced up, and she gave me a warm smile. “Be patient with her, Sandy. She’ll come around if you give her time. She’s confused about her feelings… and maybe a little scared by the idea of being attracted to a girl.”

My head spun, and my heart was suddenly thudding loudly enough to echo. “You m-mean… she maybe likes me? Um, more than just friends?” She couldn’t mean that. Surely not!

But Britta nodded. “I think so, Sandy. For one thing, Astrid hasn’t stopped talking about you since you left yesterday. And when she mentions you, there’s something in her eyes… something special.”

Once more, I found myself daring to hope. Could it be? Could Astrid really like me that way? After my frenzied bout of masturbation the night before, I’d chided myself for getting carried away, for believing we could ever be a real couple. Best to just think of her as a friend,  I decided. Leave it at that.

Now Astrid’s mother was telling me something very different. “I’ve suspected for a long time that my daughter likes girls, though she’s only starting to realise it herself. Mothers see these things, you know.” She shook her head. “It was the same for me when I was Astrid’s age. But in my case, it took much longer to… to understand what I wanted, that I wasn’t meant to share my life with a man.”

I was so startled that the words just popped out of me. “You – you’re gay?”

Oh my GOD, did I actually say that? I clapped a hand over my mouth, then began to stumble into an apology, my cheeks burning.

Thank goodness, Britta stopped me before I made an even greater pillock out of myself. “It’s all right, dear. You’re right – I’m a lesbian. I was running away from my true feelings when I married Astrid’s father. He’s a good man, but it never really gelled between us. Still, I got my daughter out of the deal, so I can’t complain. She’s an amazing girl.”

“She is,” I agreed. “I’ve never known anyone like her.”

Britta nodded. “I want Astrid to follow her heart, to love who she’s meant to love.” Taking my hand again, she gave it a squeeze. “And that just might be you, Sandy. I hope it is, anyway. Seems to me that you’d be a fine match for her.” Lowering her voice, she added, “I probably shouldn’t say this… but if I was still a schoolgirl, I’d be doing everything I could to steal you from Astrid.” She leaned forward and kissed me again, this time allowing it to linger. Quickly drawing away, she pointed toward the stairs. “Well, go on… you know where she is.”

“Um, thanks,” said, then I mounted the steps, still dazed by what Astrid’s mum had just told me – and what she’d done. So much to think about!

First, Astrid might very likely be into girls. Thinking about it, it occurred to me that I’d never seen her with a boyfriend.

Second, Astrid could have feelings for me. The very notion seemed completely mental, but if her own mum thought it was true…

Third, her mum not only had no objection to my loving Astrid, she was actively encouraging me to pursue her! Of course, she’d also told me to “be patient.” Astrid might genuinely like me that way, but that didn’t mean she was ready to be my girlfriend.

Fourth, Astrid’s mother had just admitted she was attracted to me herself, and I didn’t know what to make of that. How would she have responded, I wondered, if I’d returned her kiss?

Lots to think about, indeed. So much that I almost wanted to turn around, march back home and give myself a few hours to think, to work out what I should do next. But right then I was standing before Astrid’s door, pulse racing, aching to see the girl I loved. I knocked, then waited.

“Is that you, Sandy?” I heard on the other side. “Come in!”

Astrid was seated on a stool in front of the mirror, barefoot in a dark blue dressing gown. She’d been brushing her hair. Now, she turned to smile at me. “I’m glad you came.” She extended a hand to me, then when I took it, drew me in to kiss my cheek.

As her lips touched mine, the top of Astrid’s dressing gown parted just enough to give me a glimpse of her bare breasts.

I somehow managed to control my hands, clenching them tightly, fighting the urge to reach out and touch. Astrid was blushing as I straightened, hastily pulling the sides of the gown together. Setting her hairbrush down on the vanity, she reached for a crutch that was propped against her bookcase.

“Here, let me help you,” I said. “Put your arm around my shoulder.”

I guided Astrid over to the bed, then helped her to lie down. As I bent to pick her foot up from the floor and hoist it onto the bed, I got another very explicit view of her pussy.

I almost froze, but this time I was able to conceal that familiar rush of lust. Her sex was lovely — a sweet pink flower framed by a neatly trimmed patch of blonde pubes.

She really is exposing a lot of herself, I thought. Is she… could she be doing it on purpose? It was such a thrilling notion that I couldn’t dwell on it. Instead, I pretended to be studying that angry-looking scrape on her inner thigh.

“That still looks sore,” I murmured, sounding a lot calmer than I felt. “Where’s the cream they gave you to put on it?”

“Right there,” Astrid replied, pointing at a blue jar on her night table. “It really helps a lot. I should put some on now.” She looked up at me. “Um, I’m sorry to ask… but can you help me get back over to the chair? It’s much easier to apply when I’m sitting up.”

“No need to go to all that trouble,” I said. Why don’t I just do it for you?” Let her say yes, I thought. Please, God, let her say yes.

Astrid broke into a smile. “Would you? Yes, please, if you don’t mind.”

My pulse quickened as she handed me the blue jar. I knew I had to behave myself and not embarrass us both, no matter how intensely I ached for her.

Scooping out a dollop of the ointment, I began to apply it to her inner leg, starting just above Astrid’s knee where the scrape began. “Tell me if it hurts,” I said.

“You’re doing fine,” she murmured.

Taking my time, I worked my way up, gently rubbing the cream into Astrid’s leg until I reached the hem of the dressing gown. I glanced up at her, unsure what to do next, but her eyes were closed, her head resting on the pillow.

My heart pounded as I eased her gown open and continued upward. Astrid’s thighs were too close together for me to continue, so I carefully spread them apart, baring her pussy to my hungry gaze. She didn’t object; didn’t stop me.

A twinge of renewed arousal flickered through me as I feasted my eyes on Astrid’s girl parts. Her slit was now slightly open. Was it my overactive imagination at work, or could I actually see a hint of wetness there?

Enough, I told myself. Focus. This isn’t supposed to be about your stupid desires. You’re just doing something nice for a friend, that’s all. I was lying, of course.

By then, I was only a couple of inches from Astrid’s crotch, where I could see how badly she’d been injured when her groin hit the beam.  There was ugly blue and yellow bruising on either side of her labia.

Would she allow me to touch her there? My lust was overruling my sense of caution, telling me to go for it, to caress her the way I so desperately yearned to.

My hand trembled as I applied a touch of ointment to one of the bruises, less than an inch from her opening, I allowed my fingers to drift even closer, lightly brushing one of her nether lips. Then a little more cream across the top, and down the other side.

I saw Astrid’s mouth open, heard a tiny whimper escape. Her pussy was distinctly juicy by now, and the view had me transfixed.

All thought of restraint had abandoned me. I was just about to trace her opening with my fingers when Astrid placed a hand on my arm. “Thank you. That felt very nice.”

The spell was broken. There was a box of tissues on the vanity. I used one to wipe my fingers, then put the top back on the blue jar and returned it to the night table, all the while unable to meet Astrid’s eyes.

I was still incredibly aroused — my knickers were so wet, I could’ve wrung them out like a bath flannel — but I was also utterly baffled. Was Astrid playing some kind of game with me? I didn’t know whether I was coming or going!

As if sensing my confusion, Astrid smiled, patting the bed next to where she lay. “Come lie down with me,” was all she said. I couldn’t refuse.

I settled in and closed my eyes, basking in Astrid’s presence, my face resting against her neck. I felt her hand seek out mine, then she laid it on her bare tummy.

Before I could respond, Astrid turned toward me, her lips brushing my forehead. “Thank you again, Sandy. I’m glad to have you here.”

I raised my face to hers until our eyes met. There was a warmth in her gaze that made me hot and crazy inside. What did she want from me?

Astrid’s lips were just inches away. I couldn’t stop myself; my mouth found hers in the lightest and briefest of kisses.

Breaking away, I expected her to chide me, or at least offer up a reminder that she didn’t like girls that way.  But no, her expression remained unchanged. I gave her a shy smile, and she returned it.

My hand was still resting on her belly; her hand on mine. Then Astrid reached up to touch my cheek.

I kissed her again, just a brief peck. But this time, as I drew away, her lips followed me, still touching my own… not kissing, but there. A delicious shiver flickered through me, and my heart began to throb anew. Was she returning my affection?

“Oh, Astrid,” I whispered, my words lightly brushing her mouth as I spoke them. Unable to stop myself, I kissed her for real. She didn’t pull away, but neither did she respond, just allowed me to kiss her. The temptation was there to bring my tongue into play, but instead I lightly touched my lips to Astrid’s nose, chin and neck, then rested my head on her chest.

We lay quietly like that for some time, blissfully content. True, I was also still throbbing with desire for Astrid, but right then it was enough just to have her in my arms.

She began to run her fingers through my hair. “I love your hair, Sandy. It feels so soft.” Then she kissed the top of my head. My hand was resting on Astrid’s arm, and when she nuzzled my hair a second time, I allowed it to glide up and down, stroking her from the shoulder to the elbow.

I was conscious of my arm moving across Astrid’s breasts with every caress, and found myself wondering if her nipples were responding to my touch. Then I heard a tiny whimper escape her lips, barely audible.

It’s happening, I told myself. She wants this. Just take it slow, draw her in. I was a bundle of nerves, shocked to find myself making another play for Astrid after deciding it was a waste of time. Clearly, the desire I felt for her outweighed my fear of rejection. On the other hand, she hadn’t pushed me away…

Astrid’s gown was open just enough to reveal the top of her chest. Once, then twice, I kissed the exposed skin. Astrid’s hand still rested in my hair, and when I gave her that second kiss, she ever so slightly applied a hint of pressure, drawing me into her.

Encouraged, I kissed her again, lower down this time. The top of her gown had parted a little further, and I could see the tops of her breasts. Astrid’s nipples were visibly erect, straining at the material, and her breathing had gone a bit ragged.

I felt her fingers tightening in my hair — not very hard, but enough to tell me she liked what I was doing.

No point in being subtle now, I figured. Extending my tongue, I slowly traced a line across Astrid’s chest, not far above those lovely titties of hers.  I laid my hand just below them, but close enough that the underside of one breast barely rested against my thumb.

My heart soared when Astrid opened her gown open a bit more, just short of baring her nipples. I continued to caress her left breast with my tongue, using it like a paintbrush, trailing a line down to the edge of her areola. She gave a deep, contented sigh. That was when I realised my deepest held fantasy was coming true.

Already hungry for more, I allowed my fingers to gently glide along the underside of Astrid’s breasts. Her nipples were still barely concealed, but outlined so graphically through the material of her gown that she might as well have been topless.

With a flick of my fingers, Astrid’s gown fell away, leaving her bare-breasted. I allowed my eyes to feast on the sight of her; so beautiful, so inviting.

Unable to restrain myself, I bent to take her nipple between my lips, teasing it with a flickering tongue. I was going completely by instinct; my only objective to please Astrid. She whimpered, “Oh, God,” cradling my head to her chest.

When I finally lifted my head to meet her gaze, Astrid opened her eyes and stared at me. “You bitch,” she said, but with a smile. “I tried not to let this happen, but I like it too much to make you stop. Please… kiss me.”

Heart pounding, I raised my face to hers, and our mouths met. I’d never properly kissed anyone before, but I always watched closely when lovers did it in movies and on the telly. This time, Astrid returned my kiss, and it was a thousand times better than I could have imagined. Her tongue emerged between her lips to meet mine, then our mouths crushed together, the kiss growing heated and intense as our passion mounted.

I was fondling Astrid’s breasts, occasionally plucking at her nipples to tease them, just like I enjoyed doing to myself.

Suddenly she broke our kiss, her head hitting the pillow. “Oh, God, I can’t… This is so, so wonderful. Love me, Sandy. I — I need you!” she pleaded.

I returned to her breasts, giving them quick little kisses all over. Astrid enfolded my head in both arms, cradling it to her like it was a baby. Licking at her nipples, I pushed the blue dressing gown all the way open to reveal her body.

I drank in the vision of Astrid’s bare beauty. After admiring her from afar for what seemed an eternity, now she was practically naked before me, eager to be kissed, touched, loved. And I was more than ready to give her what she wanted.

Abandoning her nipples with a brief kiss for each, I nuzzled a pathway down Astrid’s body, between her breasts and lower. The blood pounded through me as my lips caressed her belly. I could hear her whisper, “Oh, my. Oh my goodness, yes.”

My fingers found the whisper of blonde curls between Astrid’s thighs, and my mouth soon followed. First a bashful kiss to say hello, then my mouth covered the rosy flesh of her opening. I saw her legs open wider, welcoming my kisses.

I dared not put my fingers to her pussy lips, thinking they might still be too sore after her injury on the balance beam. But I could kiss her there; use my lips and tongue to soothe the pain away. I felt Astrid tense when I gently sucked at the folds of her labia. Raising my head, I said, “I won’t hurt you, my love. Don’t worry.”

I extended my tongue to trace the length of her slit, then carefully began to press it inside. But I interrupted myself to ask, “Does that hurt?”

Astrid gave her head a quick shake. “No, no, it d-doesn’t, it’s wonderful,” she stammered. “Don’t — don’t stop, okay?”

Just in case, I cautiously moved her injured leg a bit further away and held it there, not wanting to brush against that ugly scrape. Then I sought out her clitoris. I was new to all of this, but making good use of the lessons I’d learned from looking up lesbian stuff online. Not for the first time, I silently thanked my parents for choosing not to put any blocks on my internet access.

I was teasing her clit with flicks of my tongue, and that seemed to be working just fine. Astrid was now writhing and pumping her hips — up and down, and from side to side.

Drawing back slightly, I parted her lips with a finger and eased it slowly inside. What with Astrid’s gymnastic work, I figured her hymen had to be long gone by then. She didn’t stop me, just kept right on squirming, but she did take hold of my head with both hands, holding me in place. I took her clit between my lips, then began to work my finger in and out. With each inward stroke, she raised her hips to meet me. She was moaning, and starting to get loud with it. Her mother’s just downstairs, I thought, praying she couldn’t hear.

Inexperienced as I was, I didn’t know Astrid was having an orgasm until she thrust herself into my face, arching her body up from the bed. Once I realised she was coming, I sucked and flicked my tongue at her clit for all I was worth. And instead of pumping my finger in and out, I started rolling it around inside her vagina. I’d read something online from a lesbian who said she did that to her lovers, and it always drove them wild.

It certainly seemed to hit Astrid that way. Clutching fistfuls of my hair in her shaking hands, she hooked her good leg over my shoulder and probably would have done with the other, had I not been holding it firmly in place.

She let out a choked scream, then shook as if she were having a fit until eventually, her body relaxed and she sank into the mussed sheets. I was enthralled at what I’d done for her, and amazed by the intensity of her pleasure. Worn out from my efforts, I rested my head on Astrid’s good thigh, delighted by the blissful expression she wore. After a moment, I allowed my eyes to drift shut.

I jumped half out of my skin when someone kissed my cheek. My immediate reaction was horror when I opened my eyes to see Astrid’s mother bending over me. But her words eased my fright. “That was so beautiful,” Britta whispered. “Well done, love.” Then she was gone.

Astrid’s eyes were closed as I crawled up the bed to lie beside her. Suddenly she took hold of me — pulling me to her, then twining her arms round my waist. Her heart was beating fast. “Sandy,” she gasped. “Oh, my goodness, Sandy!”

We shared a deep but unhurried tongue kiss, then Astrid said, “Let’s rest for a little while, then I’ll make you feel good.” Touching her lips to my nose, she added, “Promise.”

I’ve no idea how long we slept, but I became aware of light kisses falling like raindrops on my closed eyes. I didn’t open them, for fear Astrid might stop. Instead, I snuggled closer to her and draped an arm across her tummy. She held it tightly.

After a while she sat up, then I felt her tugging at my top, pulling it up from my waist and over my breasts.

Raising myself, I meekly allowed Astrid to undress me, but I felt panicky, worried she wouldn’t like how I looked with my clothes off. I was a teenager, but still had a boy’s body, with thin legs and breasts so small that I usually didn’t bother with a bra.

Thankfully, she didn’t care. In fact, Astrid smiled as she looked me up and down. “Beautiful,” she breathed.

“N-not like you,” I said, still feeling a bit self-conscious.

Astrid shook her head. “Don’t even think that.” She began to caress my belly with the tips of her fingers, and I just melted inside. “You’re amazing just as you are,” she continued, actually blushing a bit. “I — I’ve never done anything with a girl before, but now I want to.” As she spoke, Astrid shrugged out of her gown and let it drop it to the floor. Now she was completely naked. I tried not to stare, but it wasn’t easy.

Touching my shoulder, she said, “Lie back. And close your eyes,” her words accompanied by a smile that turned me into jelly inside.

I did as she said, my every atom alive with anticipation as I braced myself for Astrid’s first move.  At first, nothing. I just waited, all but certain the slightest touch would set me off. Relax, I told myself.

I’d just managed to calm my jangling nerves a bit when a lone finger lightly brushed my left nipple, then circled it. Then I felt Astrid take the tip of my breast into her mouth, and a wave of pleasure hit me like lightning.

I’d teased my nipples before while bathing, even masturbating, but it never felt like this. Every touch of her tongue stoked my arousal, summoned the flame and coaxed it into a merry blaze.

Astrid was taking her time making love to me, clearly intending to fully savour her first time with another girl. Ordinarily, that would have been heaven on earth for me, but at that point I was so worked up that it hurt, my body aching with the need for release.

Nothing else for it. Taking hold of Astrid’s wrist, I guided her hand downwards while tugging my skirt up. “Touch me, Astrid. Please, please touch me!”

I moaned in mixed arousal and relief when she began to rub the front of my knickers. My sex was throbbing like an engine, and I was about to come on the spot. But then Astrid paused to pull my knickers down – well, she was trying to, anyway. “You need to help me here, Sandy,” she said, tugging at the waistband. “I can’t manage this on my own.”

My shyness forgotten, I wriggled out of my knickers and cast them aside. Now we were both nude but for these cute lime-coloured socks I wore. I took those off and lay back, spreading my legs wide for her. Astrid stretched out before me, her face so close to my pussy I could feel the warm caress of her breath.

She glanced up; flashed me a smile. “Lie on your side, okay?”

I arranged myself the way she wanted, then whimpered as she traced the line of my slit with her fingers, then began to explore – up to the top of my sparse pubes, back down again, then all around, exploring every detail. I watched, heart pounding in my ears as another person touched my pussy for the first time. And not just any person, but the love of my life.

I watched Astrid part her lips, then extend her tongue to lick a path through my slit. The effect was positively electric, my body jerking in response. Oh my goodness, how lovely it felt, bringing joyful tears to my eyes.

Hungry for more, I raised a knee to open myself even wider and leaned into her. With the fingers of both hands, she spread my labia apart and plunged her tongue into me. I couldn’t see what she was doing, but I felt the warm, tender probing of Astrid exploring my womanly centre. As if that wasn’t enough, she then searched around just above my opening with two fingers, seeking and finding the clitoris. I’d played with my clit on many occasions, usually lost in fantasies of Astrid, imagining what it would be like to have her make love to me. Now she was doing just that, and it was better than I could ever have imagined.

I felt my body striving for its peak, reaching for the orgasm that now seemed so close. Astrid was really giving me a workout, feasting on my pussy as if she meant to devour me whole, her fingers a blur on my clit. She’s fucking me, I told myself. Astrid is fucking me. I was thrusting my hips toward her mouth, pulling at my nipples.

Teetering on the brink of sweet release, I gasped, “Astrid, fuck! I’m g-gonna come. Ooooh, oh my God, it’s happening. Now, now, n-now…” Then I was biting my lip, surging to meet her as ecstasy raged through me like a thunderstorm. It took me somewhere I’d never been before. My mind went blank, and the world faded to grey.

On to Part Two!