Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By: Amanda Lynn

The Edmonton Aquatic Centre was a large, impressive building made of glass and steel. It was one of several buildings that made up the recreational facilities of the University of Alberta campus. Trish stared up at the angular lines, and the transparent glass walls of the main entranceway, impressed by its size.

The two girls made their way inside to the reception desk, paid the entry fee and headed off to the changing rooms. The humidity smacked Trish in the face as she followed Monica into the noisy room. There was row after row of lockers with wooden benches between them. The sounds of closing metal locker doors and the voices of young girls and women filled the air. Monica moved deeper into the room until she found an empty locker they could use.

Trish discreetly glanced from side to side as they walked, secretly hoping to catch a glimpse of exposed flesh. She had spotted a couple of girls, younger than she was, maybe seven or eight, standing by their lockers and chatting. Both were naked and just stepping into their panties. The closest girl had her back to Trish while the other girl, who was a little farther away faced her. Trish’s eyes quickly traveled to the cute round butt of the first girl then promptly to the bald pussy of the second. Memories of the pictures from the garage came flooding back, and not for the first time since they had left the garage, Trish wondered what it would be like to have a girl kiss her pussy or maybe even lick her there.

“You’re still thinking of those pictures, aren’t you?” Monica asked.

“Huh? Oh! Yeah.” Trish giggled, caught in her daydream.

Monica took Trish’s swimsuit from the gym bag and handing it to her. Then she leaned in close and whispered. “You didn’t like the pictures of the boy, did you?”

Trish didn’t recognize the expression on Monica’s face. Her step-sister was biting her lower lip and watching her as if she was hoping for her to say no. Trish had sort of forgotten about those pictures but thinking about it now she realized something. Seeing the boy’s cock in the girls’ mouth and pussy didn’t interest her very much. It was the photos of just the two girls kissing and touching that excited her. What did that mean?

She gazed into Monica’s eyes. “No. I don’t think I did.” Then she saw her smile widen.

“Good. Neither did I,” Monica said happily and stripped off her clothes.

The girls had their suits on and the street clothes secured inside the locker. Monica gave the combination lock one last spin before they headed through the showers to the pool.

“Hey! Monica!” A voice called from behind them.

Trish and Monica turned and saw a blonde girl waving at them with a bright smile on her face. Trish ran her eyes over the length of the girl’s body. She stood about the same height as Monica, only about 10 centimeters taller than her. Like her and Monica, the new girl was wearing a one-piece swimsuit, that showed off her toned arms and legs, probably on a sports team with Monica. Trish figured she must be close to Monica’s age as she too had small but noticeable breasts pressing against the fabric of her suit, her nipples quite evident.

“Gabby! Hey. I figured you would be away for spring break,” Monica said.

Gabby stopped just short of Monica. So close in fact that Trish though they would collide for sure. Then she did something odd. Gabby leaned in, bringing her face even closer to Monica, but then changed her mind. She straightened and took a small step back, glancing quickly at Trish then back to Monica.

“Hi,” Gabby said, in a subdued tone. She wasn’t sure, but Trish thought she saw Gabby’s face pinken just a bit. “No. Not this year. Dad couldn’t get the time off, and my grandparents are visiting for the week anyway,” Gabby continued.

“That blows. The not getting the time off part,” Monica said and put her arm around Trish. “You remember my step-sister, Trish, right?”

Gabby turned to face Trish and smiled. “Hi. I didn’t recognize you at first. It’s been a long time.”

Trish nodded. “Yeah. Last Canada Day.”

The three of them had gone down to Victoria Park to spend the day. They enjoyed all the activities, music, and the fabulous fireworks show after dark. Even though they had spent all those hours together, Trish had not caught the girl’s name. But now, after studying her face for several moments, she recognized her. Gabby had grown a bit taller, lost her baby fat, and of course, there were the boobs that Trish couldn’t help but steal glances at.

“Right!” Gabby laughed. “If I remember right, you had too much cotton candy…”

“…and puked in the back of the bus.” Monica laughed as she finished for her.

“Shut up!” Trish groaned, feeling her face flush. She couldn’t help but grin at the memory, and they all laughed for a moment before heading to the pool.

The water was a comfortable 30 degrees Celsius. Young children with their mothers occupied the shallow end of the pool, so the girls stayed a bit closer to the deeper water. They swam the width of the pool several times and jumped off the side making large splashes.

“It’s been a while since I’ve gone swimming,” Trish said, as they gathered at the edge of the pool.

“We try to come here at least once a week,” Monica said, motioning between her and Gabby.

“Speaking of coming…” Gabby said, and leaned over and whispered something in Monica’s ear.

Trish frowned. Not liking that they didn’t include her in the conversation. She watched as Monica pulled back and looked at Gabby wide-eyed and then grinned. She then glanced over at the lifeguard and then to Trish. Monica whispered something to Gabby, and the blonde swam away, along the edge of the pool.

“Feel like having some naughty fun?” Monica asked Trish in a low voice.

Trish studied her brown eyes and raised her own eyebrow. “What kind of naughty fun?”

Monica glanced over to where Gabby had stopped a few meters away, nodding at them with a bright smile. “Come on,” Monica said, and casually swam toward Gabby.

Curiosity grabbed hold of Trish and she followed her step-sister. When they reached the spot where Gabby had stopped, Trish saw that the pretty blonde girl was facing the side of the pool, her body pushed up against the blue cement. Gabby’s lips were slightly parted, and her eyelids were fluttering.

“Damn, that feels good,” Gabby moaned softly.

Trish’s eyes opened wide in sudden realization of what was happening. “Oh my god,” she whispered. She knew exactly what was going on. It wasn’t that long ago she had done the same thing, except she stopped before the good part. Just to make sure she was correct, Trish held onto the side of the pool and pushed herself under the surface. Looking to where Gabby had purchase on the wall, she could see the bubbles for the water jet, and it was hitting Gabby on her exposed pussy.

Gabby’s hand was holding the material of her swimsuit to one side, allowing the jet to hit her clit directly. Trish was enjoying the scene immensely, and she could feel that tingle in her core. She would have stayed where she was and continue to watch, but her lungs had a different craving. Trish broke the surface and took a deep breath just in time to see Gabby’s eyes roll and her body shake. The blonde had put a hand over her mouth to muffle the cry that escaped. She moved away from the jet, and after a couple of seconds, she smiled at Trish and Monica. “That was awesome. Who’s next?”

Monica looked at Trish and cocked her head. Trish wanted to. She really did, but she wasn’t sure she had the courage to yet. She glanced over to lifeguard station then back to Monica. “You go next,” she said, to her step-sister.

“Okay.” Monica giggled and moved to the spot that Gabby had vacated. Trish watched with fascination when Monica twitched and let go a soft moan.

“Oh fuck.” She whispered, and it shocked Trish to hear Monica say it. Sure, she heard the word at school, but she never said it nor did she ever hear it at either of her parents’ homes. Monica was starting to move, undulating her hips in the water. Her breathing quickened, and she had her eyes squeezed shut. Within moments she stiffened and let out a squeal before falling back into the water. She surfaced a few seconds later, wiped the water from her eyes and swam the short distance back to the side.

“Did you come?” Trish asked excitedly and a bit louder than she should have.

“Shhh!” The other two admonished.

“Sorry. But did you?” she whispered.

Monica nodded. “Un-huh. And it was a good one.”

They all giggled, and Monica put her hand on Trish’s back, pushing her toward the waiting jet. “Go on. It’s your turn.”

Trish hesitated, glancing back and forth between Monica and Gabby. Both girls gave her encouraging smiles, and Gabby nodded toward the spot on the wall. “Go ahead,” she said. “You won’t regret it.”

Smiling back, Trish took a breath and moved to the spot. At first, she didn’t feel anything and wondered if the jets were off. Looking down she could see where the water was churning, several centimeters just to her right. She moved and felt the pressure of the water hit her hip.

She adjusted again and a sudden familiar flash of electricity shot from her clit, straight up her spine. Trish gasped. Loudly. Both Monica and Gabby shushed her, but she didn’t hear them. She held her position and closed her eyes. The water pounded her clit sending wave after wave of pleasure through her. She twitched and shook and moaned at the sensations that coursed through her body. She felt a hand on her waist and another on her mouth, and she opened her eyes for just a second. Monica was there beside her, holding her, covering her mouth.

“Trish. You need to be quiet.” Monica whispered.

Trish nodded as another bolt of pleasure shot through her, setting every nerve ending ablaze. She moaned into Monica’s hand. She realized that Monica wasn’t moving away and she found herself enjoying her touch. She would have to visit that tidbit later. Right now, the pressure in her belly had reached its pinnacle, and a moment later Trish tumbled over the edge. Time stopped, and her world faded away. Her body went limp, and Monica had to hold her head above water.

When Trish opened her eyes moments later, she was looking up into Monica’s soft brown eyes. “Wow,” she said and giggled. “Why didn’t I do this before?”

“Ahem.”

The girls turned at the sound. Trish felt a wave of panic until her eyes fell on the young woman standing at the side of the pool. Trish sucked a breath and found herself moving to the edge of the pool, never taking her eyes from the lifeguard. The young woman stood still, hands on her hips and staring down at the three girls in the pool, an expression that none of the girls could read. Trish studied the woman, finding herself strangely attracted by her exotic look.

She was dark skinned, and her eyes were large and black. Her hair was just as black, and she kept it buzzed. Her breasts weren’t large, but they weren’t small either. She had a narrow waist with hips only slightly wider. Her one-piece swimsuit was snug and emphasized the strength and beauty of the fit body underneath, flat belly, and defined abs evident. Trish sighed, not understanding what her body was telling her right now.

The woman squatted and motioned the girls closer. Once they were all shoulder to shoulder in front of the lifeguard she spoke.

“Ladies, I know what you were doing,” she said, a matter of factly. There was no anger in her tone.

Trish filled with panic again, and she was sure the other two were also. She wanted to dive under the surface and never come up. Monica was about to say something, but the woman held up her hand.

“It’s okay,” she said, in a hushed voice. “If it were up to me I would let you hang there and get off on the jet until closing time. Hell, I might even join you.”

The three of them stared dumbfounded. Trish shook her head. Did she hear that right? She gazed up at the woman and their eyes locked for a moment. The corner of the dark-skinned woman’s mouth twitched upward.

“I liked the water jets too when I was your age. Still do, just not in public pools,” She continued. “Anyway, you need to stop. There are small kids and their mothers here, and I think the moms may have clued in on what you were doing,” she said, not taking her eyes from Trish.

Trish nodded. “Okay,” she croaked then cleared her throat. “What’s your name?”

The woman tilted her head and smiled. “Keesha,” she replied.

“You’re very pretty… I mean your name is very pretty.” Trish felt the heat rise in her face and heard Monica snort beside her.

Keesha’s smile widened and chuckled softly. “Thank you. You’re kinda cute yourself. What I can see of you that is… ah?”

“Trish. Her name is Trish,” Monica provided. “I think she’s in love.”

Keesha laughed and stood. “Okay, girls. Enjoy the rest of your swim and stay away from the jets,” she said, giving Trish a wink before heading back to her post.

Trish felt mortified, and her faced burned. She gave Monica a dirty look along with a playful slap on the arm. “I am not in love.”

Both Gabby and Monica laughed. “I don’t know,” Gabby said. “I think you were about to drool.”

With the allotted casual swim time over, the girls made their way back to the lockers. Stripping off their swimsuits and grabbing their towels they went back to the large communal shower room to wash off the chlorine from the pool. Trish stood naked under the spray of warm water, enjoying the sensation. She found herself thinking about Keesha and then the photos waiting back in Monica’s room. What would she look like naked? Trish wondered, trying to imagine Keesha without her swimsuit.

She glanced over at Monica who stood under the shower head beside her. Feeling embarrassed, as if somehow Monica had heard the naughty thought. She caught herself then, looking at Monica’s breasts and down to her pussy. Trish snapped her head forward just in time to see a naked Gabby, her back to Trish, turning on the shower directly opposite her. Trish let her eyes travel down the girl’s back to her smooth round ass.

Trish swallowed. It was a nice ass. She studied it a little longer as streams of water flowed over the flawless skin. Her gaze not moving, Gabby began to turn and Trish, unknowingly, licked her lips. She took in the small curly patch of blonde hair just above the girl’s puffy labia. She stared at it for a beat before letting her eyes travel up the girl’s body, only stopping at her breasts. A bit bigger than Monica’s and capped with pink nipples. Trish moved her eyes upward again until she caught the sparkling blue of Gabby’s eyes. Her broad smile touching them. Trish froze, and once again she felt the heat rise on her skin when Gabby winked. Trish quickly turned to face the wall and was thankful that Gabby didn’t say anything.

Sex with girls. She knew it. Deep inside she knew it. Her pussy knew it too, and it was telling her so, right now. Trish wanted, maybe even needed to have sex with a girl. She gave a quick glance to her right at Monica. She offered, right? This morning in her room?

***

It was nearly 10 P.M. by the time Trish, Monica, and their parents returned home. They had gone to the evening showing of a new film and then stopped for ice cream on their way home. Monica had Chocolate Chip Cookie Dough and Trish, Cookies and Cream.

“You girls have a good time tonight?” Jason asked as they entered the house.

“We did, Daddy,” Trish said with a giggle.

“Yeah. The movie was good, and so was the ice cream,” Monica added.

“Glad to hear it.”

“I think you two should go wash up and get into your night clothes,” Gwen suggested. “With all the sugar you ate this evening you probably won’t want to sleep. So, you can stay up for another hour or so if you promise to keep the noise to a minimum.”

The girls nodded their agreement, and each kissed Gwen and Jason goodnight. Upstairs they took care of their bathroom needs and slipped into nightshirts.

“Where did you hide the pictures?” Trish asked excitedly from her spot on the edge of her bed.

Monica grinned. “Someone’s in a hurry,” she said, retrieving the envelope from its hiding spot. “I bet you’re wet already, aren’t you?”

Trish didn’t respond and just stared at the envelope, Monica’s eyes went wide. “Oh my god, you are!” Trish didn’t have to check, she could feel the stickiness between her legs. As a matter of fact, she had been this way for a while. It was during the drive home that thoughts of the photos came forward in her mind, the two young girls licking each other. She wanted to try that, try it with Monica. Her arousal had flowed freely, and she tingled with excitement.

She nodded and looked up at Monica, sure that her step-sister could see the pink in her cheeks. With a small smile, she sighed. “Monica, can I ask you something?”

Monica moved to the bed and sat beside her. “Yeah. Sure,” she said, pulling the photos from the envelope.

Trish looked down at the first picture in the stack, the young blonde and brunette lying head to toe, eagerly licking the other’s pussy. “Have you… you know.” She paused for a second, then tapped the photo with a shaky finger. “Done anything like that?”

Monica chuckled. “Yeah. Lots of times.”

Trish looked over at Monica and saw a sparkle in her eyes. She wasn’t really surprised by that response, and she felt herself smiling at it. “With who?” She asked quietly.

“Gabby.” Monica didn’t move her eyes from Trish’s, her smile never faltering.

“Oh,” she replied, a hint of disappointment in her tone. Was that jealousy she was feeling? She looked down at the next picture. The blonde was on her hands and knees. The brunette was behind her, her tongue teasing the blonde’s anus. “Is Gabby your girlfriend?”

“No,” Monica said and leaned forward to catch her eye. “We’re just friends. Friends who like to have sex sometimes.”

Trish lifted her head and gave Monica a half smile. “Sorry, I don’t know why that bothered me,” she said. “I want to try this with you.”

Monica glanced back down at the picture. “You want to lick my butt hole?” She laughed.

“What! No!” Trish’s eyes shot back to the photo. “Gross! No, I want to try the other stuff. With you,” Trish said, with a laugh.

“Well, butt-hole licking is sex too, ya know. But I know what you’re getting at,” Monica said, putting the photos aside. “I would love to have sex with you if you’re really sure that’s what you want.”

Trish nodded enthusiastically and suddenly felt all tingly. Partly because Monica’s hand was now under her nightshirt and resting on her thigh. She watched intently when Monica moved closer to her, leaning in, her lips parting slightly and her eyes closing. Trish froze when her step-sister’s lips touched hers. She panicked, she didn’t know what to do. Monica must have sensed it as she pulled back and cocked her head, looking at her questioningly.

“Never kissed before?”

Trish shook her head. “Sorry.”

“Don’t be. Just do what I do, okay?”

“Okay.”

Monica leaned in again, pressed her lips against Trish’s mouth. Trish parted her lips and moved them with Monica’s. She felt the older girl put a hand on the back of her neck and pull her in, deepening the kiss. Trish gasped when she felt Monica’s tongue push into her mouth.

Tentatively Trish probed Monica’s mouth with her tongue. Then before she knew it, their tongues were twirling together. Her breathing was becoming ragged, and her mouth moved eagerly over her step-sister’s. Her body was thrumming, and her hands ran quickly over Monica’s back.

Monica soon broke the kiss. She was panting and giggling. “Wow,” she said. “You learn quickly.”

Trish smiled and let Monica push her back onto the bed. Monica lay partly on her, a leg moved between hers, and Monica’s hand roamed her flat chest. Trish moaned softly as their mouths met again and Monica began to kiss her harder, and then pushed her thigh against Trish’s pussy. Trish was on fire, and she clawed at Monica’s back, pulling her nightshirt up and caressed the soft skin underneath. Monica rolled her hips forward, rubbing herself against Trish and sending flashes of pleasure through her younger step-sister. Trish whimpered. She couldn’t believe this was happening, what she was feeling. She broke the kiss but tightened her embrace. She needed to breathe, and she didn’t want Monica to stop moving against her.

“Monica. It’s happening! Don’t stop! Please!” She was practically begging.

Monica grunted into her neck, increasing the tempo. Trish twitched as the pressure built in her core. Waves of pleasure flashed through her body as she raised her hips to meet Monica’s thrusts. She clawed at Monica’s back and stiffened as the pressure released, and an intense orgasm rocketed through her. She wanted to scream but only gave a muffled cry into Monica’s shoulder. She kept her tight grip on the older girl as Monica continued to thrust against her a little longer until her own orgasm took her.

They lay still for several minutes, waiting until their breathing slowed and the last of the aftershocks faded. Trish was amazed at how wonderful that felt. Of the five orgasms she had had in her life, all of which happened today, this last one was by far the best. Trish opened her eyes when she felt Monica move her body off her and snuggle with her.
“How did that feel?” Monica asked softly.

“That was awesome,” Trish said, with a giggle. “I hope we can do it again soon.”

Trish looked over at Monica, who had propped her head up on her hand and was smiling down at her. “We’re not done yet,” Monica said, with a chuckle. “That was just a warm-up.”

Trish felt her pussy twitch, and she squeezed her thighs together. “Really? There’s more?” She asked as an excited smile crossed her face.

“For sure,” she replied giving Trish a slow kiss. Trish moaned in protest when Monica pulled away and stood. Turning on the lamp beside the bed she made her way to the door, locked it, then turned off the overhead light.

Trish watched as Monica turned to face her and slowly pulled her nightshirt over her head and drop it to the floor. Turning her back to Trish, she bent at the waist and ever so slowly, pushed her panties down to her ankles and kick them off. Trish smiled at the sight of Monica’s ass. When Monica stood and turned, Trish saw the naughty grin on her face. She held her twinkling eyes with her own as Monica slinked back to the bed. She took Trish’s hands and pulled her into a seated position and leaned in, giving her a slow kiss and traced her lips with her tongue.

She let Monica pull off her nightshirt then guided her back down onto the bed. Monica again kissed her lips. Then kissed her chin, her neck, and down her clavicle. Trish gasped when she kissed her nipples. First one then the other. Monica circled them with her tongue and flicked at the stiff peaks.

Trish twitched and giggled a bit when the trail of hot kisses reached her bellybutton. Monica’s tongue played there too, driving Trish wild. As Monica continued her journey southward, it was Trish’s turn to prop herself up on her elbows. She watched with wide-eyed wonder as the girl kissed her way down to the band of her panties.

Monica looked up then and grinned wickedly at Trish. With practiced hands she thumbed the panties and slowly pulled them off her hips and down her legs, dropping them on to the floor. “Are you ready to have your mind blown?” Monica asked hotly.

Trish could only nod. She trembled with excitement. Her clit throbbed. Images of the two girls licking each other in the photos flashed through her mind. Only a few days ago she knew nothing of sex, let alone sex with another girl. Now here she was, doing just that.

Trish moaned, and she felt her arousal trickling down her ass. She took a breath and held it when Monica crawled up the bed and placed a soft kiss on her inner thigh. Then another, this time on the opposite side. She kissed her hip and ran her tongue over her skin to her mons, stopping just shy of her clit.

“Monica,” she moaned.

“Yes,” Monica replied sweetly.

“Please. I can’t take it,” Trish whined.

Monica giggled, and Trish twitched when a tongue traced the outer edge of her labia, down one side then back up the other. Trish sucked a sharp breath as Monica’s tongue pushed into her wet folds. Monica explored that one spot for an agonizingly long time, or so it seemed. Trish thrust her pelvis skyward, craving more of her step-sister’s tongue.

Moving her head slightly, Monica flicked the girl’s clit, and Trish jerked as a powerful jolt shot from her sensitive bud. Kissing and sucking and licking, Monica continued to torment the young girl. She swirled her tongue from clit to entrance, dipping inside for a moment, then moving back to her clit.

Trish was panting now, and her chest heaved. She clawed at the bed sheets, gripping them tight in her fists as her nerves caught fire. Pleasures she had never experienced before swept through her body, threatening to tear her apart. Soon, it became all too much, and she cried out as an intense wave of euphoria washed over her. Her back arched and her head flung back. Monica stopped moving but kept her mouth on Trish’s soaked pussy, kissing softly until she brought her back down.

Trish finally relaxed, collapsing back on the bed. Her mind was reeling from the intense pleasure she had just experienced. How was it that Monica could make her feel so good with her mouth and tongue? And now she had to amend her previous thought, this orgasm had been the best by far. A soft kiss on the lips caused her to open her eyes, and she saw Monica smiling at her. She hadn’t noticed the older girl move from between her legs. What she did notice though was a strange taste on Monica’s lips that wasn’t there before.

“Kiss me again,” Trish said.

Monica smiled and kissed her. Their mouth moved together slowly, and Trish focused on the taste, it wasn’t as strong now, but it was still there. When the kiss ended, Trish was still analyzing the flavor.

“What are you thinking about?” Monica asked.

“Hmm? Oh, that taste on your lips. It’s different.”

Monica giggled. “That was your pussy you were tasting.”

“Oh my god! Really?” Trish asked. Realizing now that Monica had just spent the last several minutes licking and sucking and kissing her pussy. Of course, her juices would be all over Monica’s mouth. “Is that what you taste like?”

Trish watched with fascination when Monica pushed two fingers into her own pussy then brought them to her mouth. She could see the glistening goo on their tips and gasped softly as Monica slipped them into her mouth, sucking them clean.

“Umm, yummy,” Monica said. “Not the same as yours, but close.”

Trish swallowed. “Can… can I try licking you?”

“I would like that,” Monica answered. She rolled on to her back and spread her legs. “But only if you want to.”

Yes, she wanted to. Damn, she had been thinking about this most of the day. That didn’t help with the nervousness she was feeling though. Trish rolled onto her side and cupped Monica’s breast, squeezing, and kneading the soft flesh. She glanced up at Monica and saw that the girl had closed her eyes, her lips parted. Turning her attention back to the small breast that she held, she studied the pebbled areola and the stiff pink tip.

Trish put her mouth on her step-sister’s nipple and kissed softly, once, twice, then a third time. She parted her lips and let her tongue poke out, feeling the warm texture of Monica’s skin. She flicked her tongue, and the girl responded instantly. Monica sucked a short breath and released a soft moan.

“That feels nice, Trish. Don’t stop.”

Trish’s courage and curiosity grew. She was literally exploring new territory, and without reservation she opened her mouth and sucked on the nipple, letting the flat of her tongue tease the surface.

Trish continued to suckle, enjoying these new sensations, wondering why she had never done this before. She wondered if her best friend back home had ever done anything like this. If she might be interested in doing it with her. Trish would have to think about that. Later.

“The other one is feeling lonely,” Monica said, playfully.

Trish peeked up again. Monica’s eyes remained closed, and she was breathing quicker now, her skin flushed red from her arousal. Trish smiled and moved to engulf the other nipple with an eager mouth. She let her hand wander down the girl’s belly, feeling the warm dampness of her skin, and subtle twitching of the muscles underneath.

Her fingers explored the sparse patch of hair for a moment, before journeying farther. Her hand trembled slightly with nervous anticipation. She’d never touched a girl there before, and she only touched herself there to wash. Nothing sexual about that. And the quick feel of Monica’s pussy the night before didn’t really count either. Not really.

Monica’s hips jerked as Trish’s fingers brushed over her swollen clit. She stopped for just a breath, waiting for Monica to say something. When no cry or command to stop came, she continued her exploration. She pushed a finger through the wet heat of Monica’s labia and easily slipped into her entrance. Monica bucked which only forced Trish’s finger deeper. Monica then whimpered a mournful “No,” as Trish quickly withdrew. The unintentional penetration and unexpected reaction of Monica had startled Trish.

Satisfied that things were okay, Trish pushed her finger back in, feeling the smooth wetness of Monica’s vagina. Pumping her finger slowly she gave one last suck on the nipple in her mouth. What she felt beneath her hand fascinated her, and she had to see it. Had to lick it. Had to taste it. She moved quickly down the bed and positioned herself, so her face was only centimeters from Monica’s sex.

Feeling the sticky wetness of her step-sister’s vagina on her finger, Trish absently put it in her mouth and sucked it clean. The tangy sweetness of Monica’s juices grabbed her attention, and she stared at the finger she had just sucked on. Surprised with herself, and the pleasant taste, Trish leaned in and softly kissed Monica’s pussy.

“Yes.” The older girl hissed above her.

She kissed again, then tentatively probed the slickness with her tongue. Swiping upward through wet folds, Trish lapped at Monica’s juices. Entirely by accident, she flicked the older girl’s engorged clit.

“That’s it, Trish. Right there,” Monica gasped. Trish felt Monica’s hand tangle in her hair, trying to guide her mouth to where she wanted it the most. “Yeah, there. Lick my clit.”

Doing as asked, she moved her tongue, chasing the hooded bud. Trish flicked and sucked at the sensitive flesh. Monica groaned, thrusting her pelvis upward. Trish, feeling her own clit throbbing, rolled her hips, pressing her needy sex into the bed. Trish moved her mouth downward again, savoring the texture, the taste, and even the aroma of Monica’s very wet pussy. Her step-sister’s juices coated her mouth and chin, and Trish loved every second of it. Feeling the opening beneath her tongue, she knew what she wanted to do.

She stiffened her tongue and pushed it into Monica’s vagina. Trish was amazed at just how wonderful this wicked act was. How it made her feel, how it made her own pussy throb. As she fucked Monica this way, she pressed her pussy harder into the bed. It only took moments before a powerful orgasm rocked both girls.

“Oh, fuck me!” Monica screamed into the pillow she held over her face.

Trish would have cried out as well, however with her tongue still inside Monica with a fresh flood of arousal oozing around it, she couldn’t make the sounds. She just held on. Her own body caught in the throes of ecstasy. White light blinded her, and a soothing wave of warmth spread from her core, radiating outward to every point of her being.

She wasn’t sure how long she had lain there, her tongue back in her mouth, the sweet taste of Monica’s juices still very present. She was content, very content. She still wasn’t sure why she wanted to have sex with a girl so much, but she was glad she did. Doing it for the first time with Monica had made it that much better.

Her cheek rested on Monica’s thigh, and she gazed at the older girl’s pussy, watching a small droplet of milky white goo slide from her entrance. In her thoughts, she replayed what she had just done, and how wonderful it was. She sighed just as a hand touched her head and stroked her hair.

“Hey, you okay down there?” Monica asked softly.

Turning her eyes, she smiled at the pretty face that smiled back at her. She moved up Monica’s body and captured her mouth with her own. She kissed her for only a moment before cuddling in beside her.

“I’m great, and that was amazing. I’m so glad you showed me how. Thanks,” Trish said, toying with one of Monica’s nipples.

Monica chuckled. “You’re welcome. But are you sure you’ve never done this before? Because what you did to me down there. Holy crap, Trish. It was amazing.”

Trish felt a wave of pride and satisfaction wash over her, and a broad smile crossed her face. “Thanks. But are you sure I did okay?”

“Okay? You were awesome. Hell, you’re almost as good as Gabby, and that’s saying something.”

It was Trish’s turn to chuckle. “Really? She’s that good?”

“Uh-huh.”

Trish lay quiet for a moment, picturing Gabby naked in the shower room at the pool earlier in the day. She was pretty and had a sexy body, and Trish wondered what it would be like to lick that puffy pussy with the blonde hair. To let Gabby lick her.

“Do you think I could find out?” Trish asked.

“Find out what?

“How good she is?”

Trish looked up as Monica rolled on her side to face her. Trish saw the narrow-eyed stare that Monica gave her.

“You want Gabby to go down on you?”

Trish blinked.

“Lick your pussy?” Monica clarified.

“Yeah. Do you think she would?” Trish was quite serious. She had loved what Monica had done to her, but if Gabby is as good as Monica says, then she had to try. She studied her step-sister’s face, eyes darting looking for some sort of indication. Then Monica’s smile grew to a grin.

“I’m pretty sure she would say yes if I asked her.”

Trish gave a happy squeak. “You’ll ask her then? Maybe we can have a sleepover or something before I go home on Saturday?” Trish asked excitedly as a little tingle of excitement shot from her core.

“I’ll ask,” Monica said, with a chuckle. Before she could say anything else, Trish was on her, their mouths fusing. The girls brought each other to one more quick orgasm before sliding under the sheets and drifting off into a blissful sleep in each other’s arms.

On to Chapter Four!

By Amanda Lynn

When Trish opened her eyes the next morning, the first thing she saw was Monica, still in her own bed, smiling at her. Trish blinked, not sure what to say.

“Hey, you’re awake,” Monica greeted her.

“Un-huh.” Trish yawned her reply and stretched. Sitting up, she adjusted her pillows behind her back and leaned against the headboard. She looked around the room at the posters Monica had on her walls. They were mostly singers, and they were all women. “Monica, can I ask you a question?” She asked after several minutes of silence.

Monica was on her back, flipping through her phone. She lay it on the nightstand and turned to face Trish. “Yeah. Sure. What is it?”

“You don’t have to answer if you don’t want to. I mean it is kinda… well, it’s, you know.” Trish stumbled over her words, not sure how to ask what she wanted to. “Never mind. It’s silly anyway.”

“No, go ahead,” Monica said with a grin. “You can ask anything you want.”

“I don’t know…”

“Please ask. I won’t get mad or anything. Promise and cross my heart,” Monica moved a finger across her chest to form an X.

Trish paused again, not looking at Monica as she knew she would surely be unable to continue if she did.

Taking a deep breath, she spoke. “Last night after we turned out the lights I couldn’t get to sleep right away. I heard you making noises, and I saw you … well rubbing back and forth against a pillow between your legs.”

“Oh, that. Sorry. I didn’t mean to wake you up,” Monica said.

“What were you doing?”

Monica chuckled. “You know.”

But the expression on Trish’s face told her differently.

“I was getting myself off,” she continued and said it more like a question than a statement.

“Off what?” Trish asked, not understanding.

“I was making myself come, Trish,” Monica said sitting up and swinging her legs over the side of the bed.

Trish looked at her and slowly shook her head. “I don’t understand.”

Monica stared at her in disbelief. “You’re serious, aren’t you?”

Trish nodded.

“Do you know what masturbation is?”

Trish nodded again, looking down at the floor. Her cheeks burned, and her eyes began to fill. Apparently, this was something that Monica expected she would know something about. She knew what masturbation was from overhearing playground conversations and such, but she never really paid any attention to it. Besides wasn’t that something boys did together?

“Don’t you do it?” Monica asked.

Trish looked up at Monica. Her eyes filled and her lip quivered. “How? I’m not a boy!” She sobbed.

“Whoa! Trish, relax,” Monica said and climbed onto the bed beside Trish. “Don’t cry.”

Monica wrapped an arm around Trish and pulled her close.

“It’s okay not to know about these things. I wasn’t making fun of you or anything. I just figured you knew. I’m sorry.” Monica gave her a kiss on her temple. “But don’t you worry. I will teach you everything I know. Okay?”

Trish nodded again and looked over at Monica and smiled meekly. “Okay. Thanks,” she sniffed.

“First off. Everybody masturbates. Boys, girls, men, and women.”

“Really?” Trish asked.

“Yup. When I said, I was getting off or making myself come that was just a slang way of saying masturbating.”

“Oh, I get it. I’ve heard things like that at school but never knew what they were talking about.”

“Now, Trish. Tell me the truth. Do you play with your pussy?”

Trish felt the heat in her face rise immediately, and the warmth in her pussy grow in conjunction. “No, not really.”

Monica frowned. “Why not?”

“I’ve rubbed it a couple of times, but I got this funny feeling.”

“Okay. And what happened?”

“It scared me, so I stopped,” Trish said softly.

Monica almost laughed but caught herself and pulled Trish in tighter. Quickly she said. “Well, I can understand that. My first time was scary too.”

“Yeah?”

Monica nodded. “Yeah.” She paused for a moment. “Trish, do you know what an orgasm is?”

“No, not really.”

“Well it’s a wonderful feeling you get at the end when you masturbate, and I am going to make it my mission to help you reach one. If you want me to, that is.”

Trish paused and thought about it. Is that what happened to Monica last night when she went all still and yelled into her pillow? She trusted Monica and knew her step-sister wouldn’t do anything to hurt her.

“Yeah, I would like that. How are you going to help me?”

“I figured we could just do it together. You watch me and follow along. Okay?”

Trish felt her stomach flip, and that familiar jolt of electricity flash to her clit again. She was going to watch Monica play with her pussy and Monica would be watching her too. Trish took a deep breath, she was so excited and scared shitless.

“Okay,” she said with a shaky voice. “When?”

“No time like the present,” Monica said, smiling mischievously at Trish, and then pulled off her nightshirt and panties. “Come on, don’t be shy.”

Trish looked wide-eyed at the now naked body of her step-sister. Her eyes traveled from the small breasts, across the flat of her belly, to the pussy nestled between strong legs. Monica’s love of soccer and floor hockey kept her lean and fit. Trish hadn’t expected it to be so sudden. But her pussy was already beginning to tingle, so she climbed out from under the covers, pulled off her own clothes and lay down beside Monica. Their thighs touched, sending more pulses of pleasure through Trish’s body.

Monica was looking at her now. Lust in her eyes, lips slightly parted. Monica slid her hand across her own belly and touched her pussy. She spread her legs and began to rub her clit in slow circles.

Trish swallowed and felt her heart race. She was awash with feelings that were both familiar and alien to her. Her skin tingled, warmth radiated from her core. Her pussy ached and begged for her touch. An incredible flash of pleasure shot from her clit as her fingers contacted the swollen bud. Trish moaned, rubbing slowly as she watched Monica’s fingers move down through her own pink folds and disappear into her entrance. Monica’s hips thrust up in response, and Trish found herself thrusting in sympathy.

“Damn, Trish, it’s so hot watching you touch yourself,” Monica panted and brought her juice-covered fingers back to her clit.

Trish grunted as her body shuddered. There was that feeling again. That pressure deep inside and it was building fast. She should stop. What would happen if she didn’t? Would she have an orgasm? Is that what Monica meant? What if she didn’t like it?

“I… I… feel funny,” Trish gasped, and her body twitched.

“Good, don’t stop. Keep rubbing your clit.” Monica’s fingers were now a blur over her own clit.

Trish kept going. Her trepidation melted away as every nerve ending came alive with wonderful sensations. Her hand moved quicker now, and she felt and heard the squishy sounds of her juices between her fingers. The intoxicating aroma of their arousal filled her nostrils, and she was finding it harder to breathe. The pressure deep inside her continued to build, and Trish found herself adrift in a strange new place. Then, as if a tightly wound spring suddenly let go, her body stiffened, and she arched her back.

Sparks of brilliant white light exploded behind her eyes and fire flashed from her clit and up her spine. She felt weightless and time stopped.

Trish was unsure of how long she had been away, but the sensation of her body against the mattress drew her back to reality. Her eyes fluttered open, and she drew a deep breath. When her vision cleared, Monica was smiling down at her.

“Hey. Welcome back.”

“Wow.” Was all Trish could say between ragged breaths.

Monica giggled. “So, did you enjoy your first orgasm?”

Nodding, Trish said, “That was an orgasm? Wow!”

“Yeah, it was,” Monica said with a chuckle. “And ya know what’s better than giving yourself an orgasm?”

Trish shook her head. “What?”

“Having your favorite step-sister give you one.”

“You’re my only step-sister,” Trish said giggling. Then she gasped as the realization of what Monica was suggesting registered. “Wait! What! You want to make me… um. What did you call it?”

“Come?” Monica supplied

“Yeah, that’s it. You want to make me come? With your hand?”

“Un-huh,” Monica said placing a hand on Trish’s flat stomach and gently caressed the smooth skin, moving ever closer to the girl’s mound.

Trish looked down at the hand on her belly then back up to Monica. She shuddered and the excitement built inside her once again. “No one’s ever touched me there before.”

“Do you want me to stop?” Monica asked as the tip of her middle finger touched Trish’s clit.

Her hips jerked in response, and she breathed a soft moan. “No. Don’t stop,” she whispered and gazed into Monica’s brown eyes, as renewed sensations flooded from her core. She was letting her step-sister touch her most intimate place, and it didn’t bother her in the least.

Monica’s fingers played with Trish’s clit and moved down through her folds. When Monica’s finger brushed her entrance, Trish raised her hips to meet it. Responding to the perceived invitation, Monica slipped the finger inside. Trish yelped and pushed herself up on her elbows, looked down at the sight.

“Your finger’s inside me!”

“Feels good, right?” Monica said as she slowly pulled it out and pushed it back in.

“God! Yes! Is this what they call finger fucking?” Trish asked, falling back on the pillow.

“Yup,” Monica said and turned her hand to press her thumb down on Trish’s clit. Trish responded by rolling her hips in rhythm to Monica’s thrusts. She squeezed her eyes shut and gripped the bed sheets. She could feel the pressure building fast, and she moaned Monica’s name, riding her finger harder still.

“Come for me, Trish. Come all over my finger,” Monica said in a low throaty voice.

Trish stiffened and shuddered as her second-ever orgasm crashed over her. A scream caught in her throat, and her ears filled with white noise. Spent, she fell back on the mattress and looked up at Monica. Monica smiled as she pulled her finger from Trish, cleaning it with her mouth.

“Oh my god, Monica! What did you do to me?” Trish stared at her friend in utter amazement at what she had made her feel.

Monica chuckled and plopped back down on the bed beside Trish. “I’m glad you liked it.”

“Can we do it again?” Trish asked hopefully, rolling onto her side, and looking at Monica. “I mean if you want to. I would like to try and make you come.” Trish felt the burn in her cheeks and between her legs. She held her breath for a long moment as she waited for the response, praying for it to be yes.

“For sure, but later. We better get up and shower. Mom will be banging on the door any minute now,” Monica said as she sat up and swung her legs over the side of the bed. “We wouldn’t want her to catch us having sex, now would we?” Monica gave her a broad smile and a giggle as she scooped up her nightshirt and slipped it on.

Trish sat up quickly, feeling her stomach lurch. “Is that what we did? Have sex?” She asked, sounding more excited than shocked, which is how she should feel, shocked, not excited. But she was excited.

Monica laughed. “No, not really. That was just some fooling around, but if you want to have sex…”

The smile that Monica wore was mischievous. Trish sat on the bed still trying to process all that had happened this morning as she watched her step-sister leave the bedroom. Did she want to have sex? She wasn’t even sure what that meant. The boy and girl making a baby thing she got, well at least the basic mechanics of it. But how two girls would have sex made her think. So, she sat there, naked, on the edge of the bed and absently toyed with her clit as she thought about it.

It wasn’t until a little jolt of pleasure shot through her that Trish realized what she was doing. Quickly, she pulled her hand away and looked around nervously. Noticing that the bedroom door was wide open, Trish grabbed her nightshirt feeling her face flush, and hurriedly pulled the shirt on. She hoped that no one had walked by while she was touching herself. She had no way of knowing, of course, that Gwen had been standing in the doorway behind her only moments before, watching the pre-teen touching herself, a naughty little grin on her face.

With breakfast done, the girls helped clear the table and load the dishwasher. Gwen stood at the sink, washing the frying pan she had used for the scrambled eggs. Trish had been glad that the thrumming in her pussy had settled by the time she sat down for breakfast. She had masturbated in the shower that morning and quickly brought herself to orgasm.

“You girls have any plans for today?” Gwen asked.

“No, not really,” Monica said as she placed the last plate into the dishwasher.

“How about swimming? You could grab the bus and go to the aquatic center,” Gwen suggested.

“I’m game,” Trish said when Monica glanced over at her, an eyebrow raised, wordlessly asking the question.

“Guess we’re going swimming,” Monica said.

“Okay then,” Gwen chuckled. “But before you go. Could you take the recycling out to the garage, please? And don’t forget we’re all going to the movies after supper.”

The girls agreed and gathered up the bags of recyclables. Slipping on their sneakers, Trish followed Monica into the garage. The spacious two-car garage had only one car in it as Jason had his at work with him. Trish gave a little shiver as she made her way to where the rest of the garbage bags lay. In one corner, near the big garage door, she noticed an old, tattered armchair. There was a box of odd and ends sitting on it, along with a broken lamp, and other discarded objects that wouldn’t be able to fit in a garbage bag.

“What’s up with all this stuff?” Trish asked pointing at the pile.

“Stuff for the dump,” Monica replied. “We’ll put it out by the road when spring clean-up week comes.”

Trish nodded. “Right. We have the same thing back home.” She was about to head back to the house when an object tucked in beside the armchair caught her attention. Trish reached down and pulled a fancy looking briefcase from where it sat between a cardboard box and the armchair. It looked expensive. It was bound in rich brown leather, and its hardware was shining gold.

Trish turned it so the clasps were facing her and she saw that one was missing altogether. The carrying handle was also missing. She turned and looked when Monica squatted beside her.

“What did ya find?” she asked.

“This old briefcase. The leather looked so nice from a distance.”

“It is nice, isn’t it? Jason found it in the attic when he had more insulation put in.”

“Oh,” Trish said as she popped open the latch. When she opened the case, the top tilted to the side and the girls noticed that a hinge was missing. “I can see why it’s in the trash,” Trish said. Examining the interior, she caught sight of what looked like a brown envelope peeking out from a pocket inside the lid.

Setting the briefcase down, Trish pulled the envelope out and flipped it over in her hands. It was about the size of a sheet of typing paper and was blank on both sides.

“Is there anything in it?” Monica asked.

Trish glanced up at Monica and saw a look of excitement on her face as if they had found a buried treasure chest. Trish pulled the mouth of the envelope apart slightly. The weight of the envelope had told her there was something in the envelope, but what she didn’t know. Peering inside she answered Monica.

“Pictures!” Trish reached in and pulled a stack of 8×10 photographs from the envelope. Turning them, so the top photo faced them, both girls gasped.

“Oh my god,” they said in unison.

The first color photo in the pile showed a boy of about 12 sitting on a sofa. Seated on either side of him was a girl. Each girl looked to be about the same age, and all three of them were naked. The boy was smiling at the camera, his hand on the girls’ backs. The girls, one blonde and one brunette, were busy playing with his stiff cock.

“Let’s see the rest,” Monica said.

“Okay.” Trish felt herself getting excited as she went through the pile. The next four photos depicted the same three kids, each one being more explicit than the previous one. The remaining fifteen pictures were of just the two girls. There were shots of them kissing, masturbating, fingering each other, and lots of oral sex.

Trish shook her head, not really believing what she had just seen. Her pussy told her it was real and was throbbing with desire. Was that how girls have sex together she wondered. She slipped the pictures back into the envelope and stood.

“Oh wow!” She handed the envelope to her step-sister.

“Yeah. Wow.” Monica replied, and Trish could see that the steamy photos had affected her the same.

“Do you think my dad knew they were there?” Trish asked as she put the briefcase back together and slid it back to where she found it.

“I doubt it. If he had found them, I’m sure he would have destroyed them.”

“So, should we get rid of them?” Trish asked. She knew they should, but she didn’t really want to. Well, maybe the ones with the boy. She did want to look at the girls some more. As if Monica was reading her mind she shook her head.

“No. Not right away. But we should get back inside. I’ll go hide these in my room.”

With the package of naughty photos safely hidden in Monica’s room, the girls packed their swimsuits and towels, said goodbye to Gwen, and headed for the bus.

Let’s join the girls in the pool in Chapter 3!

Author’s note: After a hiatus from writing erotica to pursue my real-world writing; I am back with a new story. I have broken the story down into three books; Spring Break, Summer Vacation, and Christmas Break. Each can be read as a stand-alone story but will contribute to the whole. So sit back, relax, and enjoy the ride. – Amanda Lynn

By Amanda Lynn

SPRING BREAK

Opaque glass doors slid open revealing a small crowd of people standing a short distance away. As if on cue, all eyes turned in the direction of doors, alerted by their loud swishing sound as they opened. The faces were all smiles, and some people were bouncing eagerly on their heels.

Trish felt a nervous excitement churn in her belly as she scanned the crowd. Apprehension gripped her for just a moment, wondering if he had forgotten her. The thought quickly disappeared as she spied a tall man waving just off to one side. A striking brunette stood to his left, her arm hooked around his. She too smiled and waved. Standing in front of them a young girl, with same brown hair as the woman, jumped up and down with much enthusiasm. Trish smiled brightly as she looked up at the woman who was holding her hand.

“Over there,” Trish said pointing toward the waving man. “That’s my dad.”

When they were a meter or so away, Trish let go of the woman’s hand and ran to her father. The man quickly scooped her up into his arms and hugged her tightly, giving her a big kiss on the cheek. Trish wrapped her arms around his neck and squeezed, kissing his cheek in return.

“Hi Pumpkin. It’s so good to see you,” he said, setting the girl back on the floor. “Did you have a good flight?”

“Yes, Daddy,” she said and motioned toward the woman whose hand she been holding a moment ago. “This is Carol. She is the flight attendant that kept me company during the flight. Carol, this is my dad, my step-mom, Gwen, and my step-sister, Monica.”

“Pleased to meet you all,” the woman said, stepping forward and accepting the hand that Trish’s dad offered her. “I guess it’s safe to assume that you’re Jason then,” she said, with a chuckle, as she watched Trish hug Gwen and then bounce up and down with Monica as they embraced.

“That’s me,” Jason said with a grin.

“If I could just see a piece of government-issued photo ID and get your signature, I’ll get out of your hair.”

“Sure thing.” Jason provided the ID and signed the release form.

“Goodbye Trish,” Carol said. “Maybe I’ll see you on your return flight.”

Trish dashed over to Carol and gave her a big hug. “Thank you for holding me. I know it was silly.”

“You’re welcome, and it wasn’t silly at all,” Carol said. She saw Jason look at her with a raised eyebrow and mouthed to him. “Turbulence.” Jason nodded his understanding as he was aware of his daughter’s fear of turbulence. They all said goodbye as Carol headed off.

They collected Trish’s luggage and were soon in the car heading to her father’s house. Trish and Monica sat in the back seat catching each other up on what had happened since they had last seen each other during the New Year’s week.

Trish noticed that while they talked, Monica would reach over and touch her on the leg or arm. Even though she was wearing jeans and a winter jacket, little tingles ran up her spine each time. She didn’t know why this was happening, but it did feel nice, so she didn’t complain when it happened.

Trish’s parents had divorced when she was seven, almost four years ago now. The divorce was amicable, and Jason had agreed to give Stacey sole custody of Trish. The divorce agreement had spelled out a visitation schedule of spring break, four weeks in the summer, and alternating Christmas/New Year week.

Her father moved to Edmonton for his job just before the divorce and a year later met Gwen and her daughter. Six months after that they were living together. When Trish met the then nine-year-old Monica they became friends almost immediately. They both looked forward to Trish’s visits, especially the ones in the summer.

This visit, however, was spring break. It was still cold, only a couple of degrees above freezing for a daytime high. When they arrived home, it was after 5 P.M., and they all agreed that pizza would be great for supper.

After Trish gave her mother a call letting her know she had arrived safely, the two girls plopped down on the sofa while they waited for the pizza guy to arrive with their meal. Once again, Monica sat right beside her instead of the far end of the couch. Trish didn’t mind, she enjoyed the closeness. Now that they weren’t wearing jackets their bare forearms occasionally brushed together, making those little tingles she had felt earlier that more exciting. The problem was, Trish had absolutely no idea what it meant or why she was feeling them.

“Give me your feet,” Monica said, shuffling over.

“What?” Trish looked at the beautiful brunette quizzically.

“Your feet. Give them to me.”

Monica’s smile was bright, and her big brown eyes sparkled. Trish paused, studying her step-sister. She loved her smile. She looked around for her father and step-mom, but they were busy in the kitchen, not paying any attention to them. Trish shifted her position and raised her legs up and placing her feet on Monica’s lap.

“Don’t tickle me!” Trish warned as Monica’s hands moved toward her feet.

“I won’t.” Monica chuckled and took Trish’s foot into her hands and began to massage it.

Trish put her head back and let out a soft moan. Monica’s touch felt good on her tired feet, and Trish relaxed into the sofa enjoying it. She found herself wondering how much nicer it would feel if she wasn’t wearing socks.

“Well, don’t you two look cozy.”

Trish’s eyes flew open at the sound of Gwen’s voice. She tried to sit up but Monica held her foot in place, and Gwen held up a hand and laughed. “It’s okay, sweetheart. Lay there and enjoy the foot rub. I just wanted to know what you wanted to drink with your pizza.”

“Oh, okay,” Trish said and relaxed. “What do you have?”

“Let’s see.” Gwen scratched her chin as if contemplating the question. “We have water, milk, OJ, Pepsi, or beer.”

Trish giggled at the offer of a beer. “Pepsi, please.”

“Honey?” Gwen asked Monica.

“Same for me, mom.”

Trish sighed and closed her eyes again. She felt Monica’s fingers move from her foot, up over her ankle and push under the cuff of her jeans. The contact made Trish’s skin prickle, and a little bolt of electricity shoot right to her sex. Trish twitched and sucked a sharp breath. If Monica noticed, she didn’t let on.

The pizza soon arrived, and the four of them grabbed plates, napkins, and their drinks before heading down to the family room. They ate and talked, and Trish filled in her father and Gwen on the goings-on back home.

When they had eaten their fill, Gwen and Jason collected the remains of pizza and the dishes and headed upstairs.

“Want to watch a movie?” Monica asked, placing a hand on Trish’s knee.

Trish looked at the hand on her knee and couldn’t help wonder why it made her feel that way. It was strange and exciting all at the same time.

“Oh, okay,” Trish said. “I’m still on Toronto time, so if I doze off just give me a nudge.”

Monica chuckled. “Deal,” she said and selected a DVD from their collection. After placing it in the machine, she dimmed the light in the family room and plopped back down on the sofa next to Trish.

Trish couldn’t doze off if she had wanted to. All through the movie, she felt Monica next to her. An arm brushing against an arm. Monica’s hand absently touching her thigh, or their shoulders rubbing together. Trish’s body was alive with sensation, and her stomach flip-flopped when Monica would look over at her with that pretty smile. She didn’t understand what it was she was experiencing, but she knew she liked it. Trish moved against Monica, snuggling. She lay her head on the older girl’s shoulder, enjoying the comfort of the soft fabric of her sweatshirt, as they watched the movie.

All too soon the movie was over. Trish sat up and stretched as Monica switched off the TV and put the DVD back in its case. As Trish waited for Monica, she caught herself staring at the girl’s ass. She did have a cute ass. Trish wasn’t quite sure why, but she was enjoying the view. A smile formed on her face and when Monica turned, she looked at Trish questioningly.

“What?”

“Huh? Oh, nothing. I was just thinking of the movie,” Trish lied, glancing at the floor. Her face burned, and she wondered if Monica realized that she had been staring at her ass.

Monica just looked at her for another moment, a sly grin on her own face. “Time to call it a night?”

Trish nodded. The girls climbed the steps two at a time and made their way to Monica’s bedroom. Trish did have her own room here, but she seldom ever used it. Monica’s room was much larger and had two twin beds, so that’s where Trish slept.

The suitcase she had brought sat at the foot of the bed Trish would be using. She hoisted it up onto the bed and unzipped it. She pulled out a pair of PJs and the small bag that held her toiletries. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Monica push her jeans over her hips and down her legs. Trish felt a strange heat in her belly when that cute ass came into view.

Turning away quickly, Trish grabbed her toiletries bag and was about to head for the bathroom when Monica passed by her. She followed Monica to the bathroom and couldn’t help but glance down at the wiggle as they walked. Trish stood at the sink, retrieving her toothbrush from the bag as Monica dropped her panties and sat on the toilet.

Trish froze when the sound of escaping gas filled the room for a long uncomfortable moment. She turned her head and gave Monica a disgusted look before snorting into laughter.

“Oh, geez, that stinks!”

“Sorry,” Monica said, her face a lovely shade of pink. She too began to laugh.

With their teeth brushed the girls headed back to the bedroom. Trish pulled her tee shirt off and paused for a moment to watch as Monica pulled off her sweatshirt. That’s when she noticed them. The baggy sweatshirt had hidden them, but now that Monica was nude from the waist up Trish saw them. Two small boobs. Not much bigger than tangerines, but they were most definitely boobs. Trish was staring, mouth agape and eyes wide, when Monica noticed her.

“Cool? Right?” Monica asked with a giggle.

Trish glanced up at her eyes then back to the boobs. She was feeling all sorts of tingly inside, and a warmth spread from her pussy.

Trish had only felt a sensation like that twice before. Once when she was at the public pool and had unintentionally positioned herself in front of a water jet while holding on to the side of the pool. The jet came on only seconds later and struck her bikini-covered clit, sending wonderful little sparks through her body. Trish held on for just a second or two then moved away, not letting the strange pressure build in her core any longer.

The second had been later that same night. As she lay in bed, her thoughts had drifted back to the pool and that water jet. She wasn’t sure what had happened and had found it scary but also a bit thrilling. Wondering if she could make it happen, Trish slipped a hand under the band of her PJs and found the little bump at the top of her slit.

She held two fingers on it for a moment before beginning to rub it in slow circles. Trish felt naughty, touching herself, and it excited her. She rubbed a little faster, then pushed her fingers down through her folds and brushed over her entrance. Moving back up, she pressed against her clit and rubbed again. Soon the little waves of pleasure tickled her skin, and the pressure began to build. It was becoming intense, and that frightened Trish.

Pulling her hand from her PJs, Trish had rolled onto her side and clamped her legs shut. The sensations had quickly passed, and Trish had lain there wondering what the hell was going on with her.

Trish tried to speak but found her mouth had gone dry. She nodded and swallowed a couple of times. Looking up at Monica again, she smiled. “Yeah,” she finally said. “You didn’t have them last time I was here.” She took a step toward her step-sister and slowly raised a hand toward one tiny breast. With fingers about to make contact, she realized what she was doing and immediately dropped her arm. Her cheeks burned, and she looked away.

“I’m sorry,” Trish said softly.

“It’s okay,” Monica giggled. “Go ahead, you can touch them.”

Trish gazed into Monica soft brown eyes. She saw a sparkle in them, and she felt a pull in her stomach. “Really? Are you sure?”

Monica nodded. “Yeah,” She said sticking her chest out.

Trish once again brought her hand up. She could feel her heart pounding as she reached out and surrounded the budding breast with five fingertips and squeezed it, much like she had seen her mother do while checking the firmness of tomatoes in the grocery store. Trish enjoyed the softness of the skin as she played with Monica’s breast. She noticed the pink nipple stiffen and she moved her thumb over it, caressing it.

Monica moaned softly, breaking the trance that Trish found herself in. Trish pulled her hand away again and let out a breath. She hadn’t even realized she had been holding it.

“They’re so soft,” she said.

“I got hair too!”

Trish gave her a confused look glancing at her long brown hair.

“No, not up there,” Monica said, then pushed her panties down to her knees and pointed at her pussy. “Down here.”

Trish looked to where Monica was pointing and saw a sparse patch of brown hair on the girl’s mons. Trish only studied it for a second because she couldn’t help but let her eyes travel down to the tender pink flesh of Monica’s labia. A tingle moved through her and ended at her own clit.

“It’s soft too. Here, touch it.”

She shook her head. “I can’t touch your…”

Before she could finish her sentence, Monica took her by the wrist and placed her palm on the small patch of hair. Trish felt its softness as Monica guided her hand over it. To Trish’s surprise, the older girl moved her hand so that Trish’s finger brushed her clit and traveled down through her folds. Her middle finger found Monica’s entrance and dipped inside. Trish felt the dampness there.

Trish gently pulled her hand away. The unexpectedness of it had caused her to pull away, even though she found herself excited by the contact. Why was she getting excited at touching another girl’s pussy? She felt her cheeks burning as she studied her hand and the drop of glistening liquid that was on the tip of her middle finger.

She watched as Monica pulled up her panties and slipped on a nightshirt. Why did Monica want her to touch her pussy? Trish’s head was swimming, and she noticed that Monica was now staring at her. She jumped when Monica touched her shoulder.

“Are you okay?” Monica asked.

“Um…yeah.”

“I’m sorry if I freaked you out. I was just… well…”

“No. It’s okay. Really. It was kinda nice,” Trish sputtered, feeling her cheeks burn again. “We better get to sleep.”

“Sure. But, you’re sure you’re okay?” Monica said, crawling into her bed.

“Yeah. Fine.”

“Okay then. Night.”

“Night,” Trish said as Monica turned off the bedside lamp.

Trish lay motionless under the covers. She stared up at the darkened ceiling thinking about what had happened. She had touched Monica’s boobs and pussy, and it had made her feel all tingly inside. She had told Monica that she liked it when she rubbed her pussy. Did she really mean that? She thought about it more, remembering the locker room and communal shower at the public pool. Trish thought about all the naked woman and girls and the stolen glances she had secretly enjoyed.

The veils of sleep were beginning to claim her. Off to her left, a sound kept pulling her back. It was a rhythmic sound, like something rubbing against the material. Trish woke more and listened carefully. Yes, that’s what it was. But there was also breathing, Monica’s, of course, but it sounded rapid, labored even. Then Monica whimpered.

Curious, Trish quietly rolled to her side facing in Monica’s direction and squinted at the shadows. It took a couple of moments for her eyes to adjust to the dark. With the ambient light from the street splitting the shadows just enough, Trish could make out the scene before her. Monica was on her belly. Bedsheets pushed off and a pillow between her legs. The older girl’s hips rocked back and forth, thrusting her pelvis into the pillow.

Trish watched, fascinated but not understanding what her step-sister was doing. She could easily hear Monica’s breathing and soft moans. She heard Monica curse as she humped the pillow faster, then after a few more moments Monica’s body stilled, and she buried her face in the other pillow beneath her head. Trish heard Monica’s muffled scream.

Monica appeared to relax then, and her breathing slowed to normal. Trish continued to watch until Monica finally pulled the pillow from between her legs and covered herself with the bed sheets. Soon, the older girl drifted off to sleep and all Trish could hear was the steady rhythm of her breathing. She too, closed her eyes, not sure what she had just witnessed, but it sure looked like Monica had enjoyed it. She would have to ask her about it tomorrow.

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This page is the index for a selection of some of our favorite stories found at Lesbian Lolita.
We also have another page for very hot stories originally published at Other Sites.

Please be aware that most of these stories were posted to the Leslita site many years ago. (Original posting dates are shown in parentheses.) The authors may not be readers here, at least not yet. Therefore, comments addressed directly to the authors may or may not be read by them. In any case, enjoy our efforts to highlight the very best of Lesbian Lolita.

Stories sorted By Title
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Amanda and Tara, by Amanda – 5 chapters  (June 2005)
Amanda is startled to find herself falling in love with her ten-year-old niece during a summer visit.

Amber, by Tater Tot – 9 chapters  (June 2015)
When Mom discovers that her daughter is having trouble reaching orgasm while masturbating, she lends a hand.

Amber II, by Tater Tot – 6 chapters  (June 2015)
The story of Amber, her mother, and their life as lesbian lovers continues — this time told from the daughter’s viewpoint.

Amy’s New Friend, by Bad Fred  (October 2009)
Little Amy has no one to play with, until Veronica comes along.

Babysitting Laura, by Jessica Brockham – 4 chapters  (November 2011)
Attracted to the single mother next door,  a young woman soon finds herself having similar feelings for her neighbor’s eleven-year-old daughter.

Back to Front, by Joanne  (November 2010)
Indulging in memories of private intimacies with her daughter as a child… now dreaming of exploring those same pleasures with her granddaughter.

Barbie Has Her Way, by Barbie Doll – 2 parts. (August 2006)
Twelve-year-old Barbie has a serious craving for older women. This is the story of how she picks up a divorced mother in a shopping mall, and what happens afterward.

A Beautiful Day, by Cassandra Blue  (May 2009)
An 11-year-old girl fakes being sick so she can stay from school and spend time with someone special.

Blue Christmas, by Rebecka  (January 2010)
The story of an off-and-on lesbian courtship, lasting from childhood until a very special Christmas.

Brenda and the Barrel Racers, by handheld  (July 2010)
A teen cowgirl helps eleven-year-old Brenda have her first lesbian experience.

Broken Monster, by Nuit du Loup – 12 chapters  (November 2009)
A girl of twelve becomes a lesbian vampire, and discovers a thirst for more than just blood.

Cinderella, by MargaretSexyMum  (October 2013)
The familiar fairy tale told with an intriguing twist.

Companion Hotel, Room 319, by A Minor Paragon – 2 parts  (September 2016)
A mother and her little girl visit a hotel that caters to an altogether different sort of patron.

Crush, by Louisa May – 4 chapters  (January 2005)
Nora is shocked and incredibly aroused to learn that a young girl of twelve is nursing a secret passion for her.

Daughter’s Best Friend, by Connie Lingus – 5 chapters  (January 2010)
She’d never thought of having sex with women, let alone a young girl. But then her daughter’s friend dropped by.

Don’t Ask Me What Happened, by Sheilamuffin (July 2009)
What’s a mother to do when she awakens in the middle of the night, only to find that her naked eight-year-old daughter is kneeling over her face?

The Dress Shop, by Marie LeClaire  (August 2008)
A lonely lesbian gets an unexpected treat when a mother and daughter visit her dress store around closing time, looking for something “sexy” for the girl.

Driftwood, by Eva  (December 2007)
Taking a walk along the beach results in an unexpected, life-changing discovery.

Earth Mother, by Pretty Pink Taco – (June 2015)
A free-spirited woman elects to lead a private life with her adorable baby girl.

Emily, by Amanda (September 2005)
A girl of ten is fascinated by her big sister’s best friend Emily. One day she discovers that Emily has a certain interest in her as well.

Explanations for a Little Girl, by Vickylez – 2 parts  (November 2010)
A curious ten-year-old learns all about love from her aunt.

First Light of Day, by Cassandra Blue  (November 2006)
A woman on the run returns to a home where she is no longer welcome — to steal a furtive moment of love with her 11-year-old niece.

Friday Night at the Club, by Gladys Stoatpamphlet  (August 2008)
Jade loves to bring her little girl to the strip club where she works… especially into the rooms where men aren’t allowed.

Getting to Know the Girl Next Door, by Shyla Tease  (Janruary 2011)
When an underage girl begins to pleasure herself in a bedroom across the street from where Jenna lives, the older woman falls headlong into the thrilling, kinky delights of spying. What happens when Jenna gets the chance for something more with her neighbor?

Health Spa, by Sindy070  (July 2011)
Raised as a naturist by her lesbian mother, eleven-year-old Cindy gets a sweet surprise when Mum takes her to a nudist spa, a special place where women and girls can explore love together.

Healing the Hurt, by Eva  (September 2012)
When a little girl slips and falls, in a way her teacher does too.

The Hire, by Alice  (May 2006)
When a little girl of ten knocks on the door of professional dominatrix Miss Catherine, she’s not there to sell the woman cookies.

A Holiday Affair, by Androgyne – 2 parts  (July 2009)
When Lesley sits next to a precocious young nymph on an airplane, it’s the beginning of an astonishing sexual journey.

Home for the Holidays, by Pretty Pink Taco – 2 parts
A confident and beautiful daughter returns home for Christmas to her father, and mother, who is also her lover.

Honey Loves – Confessions of an Incestuous Mother, by eloquent delinquent – 7 chapters  (January 2015)
Allison and her six-year-old daughter turn a trip to the market into something very special.

How My Daughter Converted Me, by Amanda  (September 2006)
A single mother is shocked to discover that her twelve-year-old daughter desires a greater, more intimate closeness than most parents share with their children.

I Couldn’t Stop, by Pretty Pink Taco – 2 parts  (May 2015)
A young lifeguard, coming to terms with an unexplored attraction to other girls, becomes increasingly fascinated by a certain eight-year-old cutie who hangs around the pool.

I Want My Daughter to Be Gay, by Tony Williams  (January 2014)
A woman enlists the aid of the lesbian gym teacher to instruct her daughter in the ways of love.

Indian Summer, by Amanda  (June 2005)
Sometimes birthday wishes do come true.

Is This About Sex, Mom?, by Thom  (May 2006)
A frank conversation about sex between mother and daughter takes a very unusual, very thrilling turn.

Jane and Nicole, by Kathy-Anne Niemann  (January 2008)
The story of a married woman seduced by a teenage babysitter.

Julie’s Burning Temptation, by Cassandra Blue  (February 2005)
Julie has never experienced any kind of attraction to an underage girl before. Now, she can’t help but be drawn to eleven-year-old Amanda.

Kara’s Loving Family, by Jen L. Lee  (September 2011)
A young mother begins a tradition of intimate love among the women of her family.

Kerb Crawl, by Androgyne
A middle-aged lesbian has an obsession with driving around the streets of her town, looking for young girls to pick up. This particular night promises to be especially thrilling.

Kimmy and Samantha, by Jeneee – 8 chapters  (April 2007) – (see Chapter Links for descriptions)
The adventures of two young sisters with an appetite for lesbian sex, and the interesting ways they find it.

Kirsten’s First Experience, by Muffi – 2 parts  (February 2010)
Teenage lesbian Jess is thrilled to learn that nine-year-old neighbor girl Kirsten, who Jess regularly looks after as a favor for the girl’s mother, has a big crush on her.

The Larsson Treatment, by Nellie of Sweden  (February 2010)
A meeting of like minds aboard a Scandinavian ferryboat.

Learning Phase, by Nuit du Loup – 14 chapters – (see Chapter Links for descriptions)
Isana, a skilled practitioner of sorcery who is partially woman, partially cat, and completely lesbian, gets an important assignment: to train three young girls in the rudiments of her craft. In the process, she and her students will achieve a very special closeness.

Led Into Shadow, by Jen – 5 chapters  (August 2010)
Young Genevieve discovers that her new stepmother is a denizen of the dark side and soon comes to yearn for her power — and her body.

Lily Robin, by Louisa May – 6 chapters  (May 2011)
A teenager has no desire to babysit the neighbor’s little girl, until she discovers the lovely desires this child can arouse.

Little Aphrodite, by Toy Boy  (August 2010)
Queen Goddess Hera shares pleasure for the first time with seven-year-old Aphrodite, who is eager to know what it truly means to be the Goddess of Love.

A Little Grey Mouse, by Nellie of Sweden – 2 parts  (February 2010)
An adolescent lesbian playing fun games with a five-year-old girl.

Losing My Love, by Tanya Writer  (August 2013)
A young girl finds the joy of girl-girl love, only to find it torn apart from her.

Lost But Not Forgotten, by Cassandra Blue  (July 2011)
Poetic impressions of young love.

Love is in the Rain, by a2b  (July 2008)
After a day at the pool, ten-year-olds Sarah and Summer get caught in the rain.

Love Lessons for Lisa, by Samantha Luvsya – 2 parts  (April 2011)
An unexpected babysitting assignment results in a wonderful weekend of discovery.

Loving My Lori, by Lori’s Mommy – 2 parts  (October 2009)
Exploring her options after divorce, newly-single mother Mandy discovers an unexpected attraction to young girls… a desire that soon grows to enfold her eight-year-old daughter Lori.

Lynn, by Little Alison – 10 chapters  (January 2014)
Engaging in webcam sex with a budding lesbian of 12, Lynn is stunned when she discovers the child’s real identity.

Making a Sleepover, by Gladys Stoatpamphlet  (June 2008)
How to get a lesbian slumber party started.

The Mark of a Good Babysitter, by Honey West  (March 2006)
Ace babysitter Stevie accidentally ends up taking on an unexpected job, looking after two little girls who just got some interesting ideas from a magazine about how girls can have sexy fun with each other. Perhaps their cool new babysitter can teach them even more…?

Matchmaker, by Eva  (January 2008)
Lana’s nine-year-old daughter Tina wants to help her mommy find someone new to love, but it isn’t a man she’s thinking of — or even a grownup!

Me and Sara, by Dirty Girl Sara – 3 parts  (February 2011)
Ms. Smith, a divorced middle school teacher, has an unquenchable thirst for young girls.

Meet Brit, by Jeneee – 7 chapters  (December 2011)
A young girl describes the sexual awakening she and her older sister receive at the hands of their loving mother.

Melinda + Kendra, by Chrestomathist  (August 2008)
A grown woman, straight (she thinks), finds herself falling hard for a young teenage girl.

Melinda + Kendra + Jackie, by Chrestomathist  (August 2008)
The woman is now involved with a second teenage girl as well. But that’s not the end.

Melinda + Kendra + Jackie + Jess, by Chrestomathist  (August 2008)
A pair of fourteen-year-old lesbian lovers — one of them her own daughter — and a still younger girl enters the picture.

Melinda + Kendra + Jackie + Jess = Love, by Chrestomathist  (August 2008)
Coming to terms with incest, with underage lesbian sex, and loving it all.

Melinda, My Love, by Kathy-Anne Niemann  (January 2008)
Seventh-grade teacher Carrie has a hopeless crush on a 12-year-old girl in her class, and has finally decided to do something about it.

A Mirror Darkly, by Galatea – 2 parts  (September 2005)
Twin sisters, sixteen years old, brave a storm in the night, then face an adventure in Bangkok.

Missy’s Games, by Moonglow
Missy, her big sister Chelsea and her mommy Shawna are incestuous lovers, with a special emphasis on anal play. Their Friday night gets even wilder when they entice a pizza delivery girl into their lewd antics.

A Model Companion, by Louisa May – 2 parts so far
Two models, a young woman, and a girl of eleven discover a mutual attraction that takes their relationship beyond the boundaries of friendship.

Model Daughter, by Sindy070
A young girl with a secret crush on her mother gets the chance to do something about it at a private modeling session.

Mommy, Show Me How, by Muffi – 2 parts  (February 2010)
When ten-year-old Jenny discovers that her mom has sex fantasies about her, she decides to make the first move herself.

Mommy and Thea, by Mindy Max
A mother finds herself falling in love with her underage daughter, and is surprised to learn that little Thea harbors some very special feelings of her own for Mommy.

More Than Just Friends, by Jeneee – 24 chapters  (April 2007)
A lesbian mother discovers whole new ways to experience love when her adventurous little girl begins to explore sex with a shy schoolmate.

Mother and Daughter, by hornykate  (July 2012)
Finding pleasure in her little girl’s dirty underwear.

My Angel Mistress, by Rainbow Brite – 2 parts  (March 2010)
One mother’s experiences as the pregnant, submissive sex toy of her strong-willed twelve-year-old daughter.

My Concubine and I, by LesLuv – 2 parts  (January 2011)
It all begins when teen lesbian Lisa spies a beautiful little girl in a cafe who likes to flash her panties.

My First and Second Crush, by Thom  (June 2007)
For an ordinary girl of twelve, getting to know a girl from her school’s hottest clique can be a very thrilling experience… especially if sex is involved.

My Girls, by Thom  (July 2008)
How a married mom came to have a very close relationship with her two young daughters.

My Little Sex Toy Cindy, by Stormy (May 2009)
Janice gets the loan of Cindy, an eight-year-old submissive lesbian, for a week. After picking the girl up at the airport, she decides to see just how committed Cindy is to giving pleasure to other women.

My Midnight Angel, by MsBev – (December 2005)
While tucked up and cozy in her warm bed, a young single mother gets an unexpected, but quite pleasurable late-night visit from her little girl.

My Niece Janelle, by Muffi – 10 chapters  (February 2010)
In between relationships, thirty-something lesbian Meagan is experiencing unexpected feelings for her nine-year-old niece Janelle, who is trying to make friends with a sad, shy girl from her school.

My Sister Megan: A Playful Tale of Incest, by Bad Fred  (October 2009)
Taking her younger sister out on a special secret date to celebrate the girl’s fifteenth birthday…

My Summer with Erica, by Nellie of Sweden – 6 chapters  (January 2010)
Eight-year-old Nellie’s sexual awakening with her fifteen-year-old cousin Erica.

My Summer with Erin, by Michelle – 5 chapters  (July 2007)
The story of a young single woman discovering her true nature, and her special relationship with a little girl named Erin.

New Neighbors, by Donna and Thom – 5 chapters  (November 2005)
Two women become acquainted, become attracted, become involved, and more.

Nickel and Dime, by Tony Williams  (November 2005)
A evening in the life of a lesbian babysitter, spent with two of her favorite young girls. What delightful games will they play while Mommy is out?

Nina’s True Self Discovered, by Emma Star – 4 chapters  (October 2005)
A teenage girl learns that her mother has been living a secret life.

Nudist Family, by Tiger Kitten – 3 parts. (September 2007)
When Ana decides that she wants her daughters to share a nudist lifestyle with her, it brings this little family closer in a way that the young mother could never have imagined.

The O Girls, by 1000 Monkeys – 2 parts  (July 2011)
The shy new girl at school receives an offer to join a very exclusive club — but first must take an initiation challenge.

A Package Deal, by Jeneee – 2 parts  (January 2010)
A skating accident is the start of something magical between two women and a little girl.

The Perfect Job, by Honey West  (February 2005)
House-sitting and taking care of two sexy young girls.

Picture This, by Jeneee – 10 chapters  (May 2010) – (see Chapter Links for descriptions)
A woman observes a young mother and her little girl shopping for lingerie, which leads to some unexpected excitement.

Pretty Little Waif, by Puella Amante – 3 parts  (August 2007)
The year is 1943. With her husband away at war, Evelyn Johnson is trying to earn a few extra dollars as a sales lady at the local Woolworths. Then one day, a 9-year-old girl steps into her changing room to try on a dress…

Pyrotechnics, by StarSapphire – 2 parts  (April 2005)
When a grown woman meets a ten-year-old girl, the fireworks begin.

Remembering Mom, by Karyn O  (August 2010)
Looking back to the time when she was a girl… how things began and then progressed.

Report of the “Leslita” Project, by HardJulia  (August 2013)
A [fictional] study of sexual attraction and sexual relationships between women and preteen girls.

Sam Was Her Name, by Young Flower  (January 2005)
A forlorn young girl makes a new friend — and suddenly things seem much brighter.

Santa’s Coming, by Eva  (December 2013)
A dissatisfied wife and her little girl get a surprise gift that makes their Christmas extra special!

Save Room for Dessert, by JeffB  (November 2007)
A lesbian who loves underage girls is introduced to a secret club where she can finally realize her obsession.

School Memories, by Passing Cloud – 6 chapters  (November 2012)
Looking back at the fun and exciting ways that young girls can learn about sex from one another.

Seducing Anne, by Bad Fred  (December 2009)
Katey and Hailey agree on a contest: which of them can entice the new girl Anne into bed first? It’s a friendly rivalry that quickly gets complicated.

The Seduction of May, by hornykate  (August 2013)
After a mother witnesses a young neighbor girl bullying another, she confronts the girl – with unexpected results.

A Sex Offender, My Daughter, and Me, by Tony Williams  (February 2014)
Leslie is a registered sex offender who did time for her relationship with a girl of eleven. Now she is out and needs somewhere to live — luckily for her, Toni has the perfect living arrangement for a lesbian with an appetite for young stuff.

Sharon and the Blizzard, by Single Mom  (December 2007)
When a sixth-grade teacher and one of her students get trapped on the road during a heavy snowstorm, they find some very interesting ways to keep warm.

She Knows, by My Girls  (June 2008)
A still-in-the-closet middle-aged lesbian, and a very special nine-year-old girl.

She’s Just a Child, by Amanda – 3 parts  (June 2005)
A young girl is introduced to lesbian love by her next door neighbor.

A Small Flirt, by Thom  (July 2006)
Special experiences with a very special little girl.

Snow Angels, by Rebecka – 3 parts  (January 2010)
Trapped overnight on a school bus, Ellen and Agnes stay warm during a snowstorm by snuggling close together.

Snowflake, Icicle, and the Witches, by Gladys Stoatpamphlet  (November 2008)
Fairies, nymphs, and witches need love too — not to mention hot nasty lesbian sex!

Stagestruck, by Louisa May – 4 chapters  (January 2005)
A professional actress finds herself smitten by an eleven-year-old girl, and is unable to resist the temptation.

Starlight Lover, by Amanda – 2 parts  (September 2006)
The story of a young stowaway on a starship, and her budding relationship with the captain of the vessel.

Streetwise, by Androgyne – 3 parts  (March 2009)
Twelve-year-old Kyra reminisces about her introduction to lesbian sex, and the lusty shenanigans that followed.

Summer Lifeguard, by Tanya Writer  (May 2013)
Working at a swimming pool is a great way for a curious lifeguard to explore sex with other girls.

Summer Love, by callmeQ67 – 7 chapters so far, more coming soon!  (April 2009)
Two rich suburban lesbians have fun seducing local teenagers. They enjoy being rivals, and 13-year-old Courtney is the latest prize to be won.

Sunshine Secrets, by Eloquent Delinquent  (September 2015)
Julianne passes the time of day with her daughter Claire and Claire’s friend Mandy outdoors, in a tranquil clearing. Clothing is optional.

Taking Laura Home, by hornykate – 4 chapters  (August 2012)
Giving a lift home to her young daughter’s best friend becomes… complicated.

The Temptation of Julie, by Alice Gee – 3 parts  (July 2008)
Feeling an intense lesbian lust for her daughter’s little friend, Julie finally decides to do something about it.

The Temptation of Tanya, by StarSapphire – 5 chapters.  (April 2005)
Carla is shocked to realize that she has a massive crush on eleven-year-old Tanya, the daughter of her new neighbor Leanne. Meanwhile, Tanya is developing certain desires of her own that she wants to explore…

Trapped, by A.P. Gilmore  (Lesbian Lolita March 2008)
Stuck in an elevator in the aftermath of an earthquake, a mother and her teen daughter share secrets… then end up sharing much more.

The Trouble with Mom, by Rebecka  (December 2009)
Two young sisters are discovered by their mother while having sex with each other.

Two Little Girls and Their Gym Teacher, by Misty Meadow – 2 parts  (November 2016)
Mom finds that her daughter has some interesting school friends, along with a very interesting gymnastics coach.

The Unmapped Path, by mom.anne – 4 chapters  (December 2012)
After accidentally witnessing two little girls making love, a single mother begins to think of her daughters in a whole new way.

Upside Down, by Tony Williams  (July 2015)
At a private school for girls, not-so-innocent playground games lead to sexy fun.

Vice is Nice But…  by StarSapphire – 2 parts  (June 2008)
Thirteen-year-old Tracy has a passionate crush on Marie, the lady next door. Meanwhile, Marie is noticing how incredibly cute Tracy is. And Tracy’s lesbian mom Shirley has her own agenda.

A Walk in the Woods, by Thom  (October 2005)
A chance encounter leads to a very special discovery.

A Warm Place, by Cassandra Blue – 3 parts  (March 2005)
After driving driving off the road in a storm, a woman finds herself being seduced by a sexy fourteen-year-old girl.

Webs of Passion, by StarSapphire – 2 parts  (April 2005)
Wrestling with a secret desire to experience love with her 12-year-old daughter, Judy discovers that the child has some deep-seated longings of her own.

The Wedding, by April  (October 2005)
A woman is privately joined in matrimony with her true love: her nine-year-old daughter.

Wet Kisses, by Eva  (January 2008)
A woman by the poolside, a beautiful little girl, and a great deal of moisture.

While the Mouse Was Away the Cat Did Play, by hornykate – 4 chapters  (July 2012)
Daughter’s friend comes calling, and finds the mother alone.

Winter Break, by Amanda  (September 2005)
Struggling with guilt as a remnant of her religious upbringing, 11-year-old Alex gets love and wisdom from her mother. Especially love.

Works of Art, by Misty Meadow  (January 2017)
A mother and her daughter scheme to promote the sexuality of underage girls — and gratify adults who love them — on the walls of art galleries.

X-Rated, by SarahJ  October 2011)
A lesbian on the prowl gets lucky when she encounters a curious ten-year-old in a neighborhood cinema.

From left to right: Emily, Rachel, Kim, Katie, Cassidy, Deena

Greenfield Tales Characters

The Family

Kimberly Anne Connors née Phillips (Age: 30)
DOB – February 11, 1990
Eyes – Blue
Hair – Blonde
Traits – Outgoing, Klutzy, Flighty

Katherine Evelyn Connors (Age: 6)
DOB – January 23, 2014
Eyes – Blue
Hair – Light Blonde
Traits – Smart, Inquisitive, Well-Read

Rachel Veronica Hayes née Phillips (Age: 36)
DOB – September 30, 1984
Eyes – Blue
Hair – Golden Blonde
Traits – Direct, Sincere, Witty

Emily Colleen Hayes (Age: 8)
DOB – November 8, 2011
Eyes – Brown
Hair – Dark Blonde
Traits – Graceful, Imaginative, Brave

The Friends

Deena Danielle Dean (Age: 28)
DOB – May 17, 1992
Eyes – Brown
Hair – Brown
Traits – Caring, Industrious, Dominant

Cassidy Olivia Page (Age: 25)
DOB – March 21, 1995
Eyes – Blue
Hair – Blonde
Traits – Mysterious, Artistic, Adventurous