Jessica and her friends danced, drank, laughed and raised hell until nearly two in the morning. Eventually, their last glass was emptied, and the ladies decided to call it a night.
As they were leaving, Jessica noticed Rachel swapping phone numbers with Heidi, the young fitness trainer who Rachel had been groping earlier on the dancefloor. Fighting a pang of jealousy, Jess looked around to make sure that no one was going to be left behind and spied Serena, the normally straitlaced, sensible business-suited accountant, kissing someone Jessica recognised as the woman from the ladies who had spoken to her earlier. They were in a dim corner, but still visible in the flashing strobe lights.
As Jessica took in the sight, she quickly realised that Serena wasn’t actually kissing the woman — instead, the woman had Serena pressed against a wall and was kissing her. Serena’s hands were in a sort of I-surrender pose, raised to shoulder height, her fists clenched.
Suddenly, Jess thought she recognised the woman — yes, she did. It was Karen… Gregson? Grigson? Whatever the name, she worked at a hairdressing salon that Jessica sometimes visited when she needed a last-minute appointment.
Karen had one hand behind Serena’s head as they kissed, the other at the side of her breast, using a thumb to prod and tease Serena’s nipple. Then, without breaking their kiss, Karen trailed her hand down Serena’s body to cup her groin through the front of her dress. Knowing Serena as she did, Jess half-expected her to pull away and slap this would-be groper. Instead, her friend stiffened for a couple of heartbeats, then placed both hands on the stylist’s face, fervently returning the kiss.
As Karen finally broke away, Serena dropped both hands to her sides and remained leaning against the wall — eyes closed and mouth open, as though in a trance. Karen whispered something in her ear, to which Serena opened her eyes, stared at her and nodded. With a satisfied smile, the stylist deftly plucked a card from her clutch bag, slid it into the cleavage of Serena’s dress, then gave her a brief kiss and a pat on the cheek before turning to leave. The accountant gazed longingly after her, then her eyes met Jessica’s, and she quickly looked away, blushing furiously.
Not wanting to embarrass Serena, a dazed Jess made her way toward the exit in a daze. What on earth is going on around here? First, Rachel is exploring the idea of sex with women, then she gets me into it — now, it seems as if every female I know has become a lesbian, my own daughter included! Has this been going on for ages, only I was too busy mooning over my husband to notice?
As the group made their way outside to the waiting minibus, and Jess was making sure everyone was accounted for, she noticed that Serena was missing. Just as she was about to ask the others if they’d seen her, Serena arrived.
“Jess, I’ll make my own way home, I just met a friend, and she’s giving me a lift. Thanks for a fun evening. Good night everyone.” The others said goodbye and after a wave, Serena was gone. As they all boarded the taxi, Jess looked back and saw Serena walk towards Karen, who was leaning against a cab. She opened the door as Serena reached her, giving her a brief kiss before ushering her into the back.
In the minibus, Jess chose not to mention anything about Serena’s little adventure to the others, but made a mental note to ask the accountant about it next time she saw her.
The driver dropped the women off at their respective homes, until it was just Jessica, Abigail, Melinda and Rachel who, when the minibus made it to her place, invited the others in for a nightcap.
As they sat in Rachel’s living room, drinking small shots of coffee liqueur, they began to talk about their evening.
Melinda surprised Jess by saying, “Well, that was a different sort of Ladies’ Night. I didn’t realise that this community was such a hotbed of lesbian lust!”
Jessica was somewhat distracted, thinking about how many of the women she knew might be gay, or at least played both sides. She studied Abigail and Melinda, looking for a sign of intimacy between them, but couldn’t pinpoint anything.
Rachel’s voice interrupted her train of thought. “Come on, now — you’ve got to admit that some of those women were pretty damned hot, especially the young ones.”
“Yeah, we noticed you paying a lot of attention to one or two,” Melinda responded.
Suddenly Abby came out with, “Hey Jess, d’you remember that night when we’d just started secondary school, the sleepover we had?”
Jessica knew what was coming next. Abby turned to Rachel and said, “Jess and I practiced kissing on each other, and I remember her being bloody good at it.”
“Was she, indeed? Who would’ve thought?” Rachel said with a mischievous smile.
Jessica responded, a little too quickly, “I d-don’t remember that.” But her face said otherwise.
“Well, I do, and I also recall it getting quite hot. Maybe we should have another sleepover some time!” she said with an exaggerated wink.
“Count me in,” Rachel said with a grin.
Jessica couldn’t help blushing, but answered back, “I think Rachel was right about that club turning you into a lesbian.” She noticed that Abby stole a quick glance at Mel before they laughed, then saw that Rachel was looking at her curiously.
Setting her shot glass down on the coffee table, Melinda stood and stretched herself. “Oooooogh. I need to get to my bed.”
Abby also stood, “Me too — my bed, I mean. Thanks for arranging this, girls. Let’s do it again soon.” Brief hugs were exchanged, then she and Melinda left.
As they made their way up the garden path, supporting each other with arms round each other’s waists, Melinda whispered in Abby’s ear and both giggled like schoolgirls. As Rachel closed the door, Jess caught a quick glimpse of Abby dropping her hand to Mel’s behind and giving it a squeeze.
Jessica turned to Rachel and was about to ask if she had seen that, but instead she said, “Actually, I should probably get home as well.”
Rachel arched an eyebrow. “Why on earth do you need to go home? The girls aren’t there — what, are you planning to do housework or something? Stay here with me tonight.” With that, she closed and locked the door. “Anyway, I want to hear more about this sleepover where you made out with our Abigail. Come, let’s get a little more comfortable.” With that, she grabbed Jessica’s hand and led her up the stairs.
Jess meekly followed her friend upstairs and into her bedroom, where Rachel pulled her over to her bed. Turning to face the redhead, hooked two fingers into the cleavage of Jessica’s dress. “So, you’re a hot kisser with the girls, eh? I thought you said you’d never dipped into that par-ti-cu-lar honey pot?”
“I was only twelve, I’d forgotten all about it.”
Rachel shook her head. “Don’t believe you,” she murmured.
She pulled her friend to her by the front of her dress and kissed her — gently at first, then with increasing pent-up passion. She’d been waiting for this opportunity for days and had no intention of letting it get away, especially after getting so turned on by her antics at the club.
At first, Jessica froze, but quickly responded to her friend’s soft lips, then the warm, wet tongue probing her mouth. She’d witnessed a hell of a lot of heated lesbian action that night, but hadn’t gotten anything more than a peck on the cheek for herself. Now it’s my turn, she thought.
Wrapping both arms around her friend’s waist, Jess sighed happily as Rachel’s hot mouth did lovely things to her neck, her chin, her ears. Then, Rachel abruptly pulled away.
Confused, Jessica could only stare. “What’s wrong? Why… why did you stop?” She was breathing heavily, wondering if she’d done something wrong, or what Rachel was going to do.
She didn’t have to wait long. Still clutching the front of Jessica’s dress in her fist, Rachel advanced, pressing her friend backwards until her legs came up against the bed, forcing her to sit down.
Rachel took one step back, then slid the thin straps of her dress off her shoulders. She hooked her thumbs into the sides of the stretchy material, slowly tugging the skin-tight garment down her body until it pooled on the thick carpet.
It struck Jess that, though she’d known Rachel for ages, this was the very first time she’d seen her friend in the nude. It was a sight worth waiting for. Nearly every afternoon, Rachel took an hour-long break from running the tea room to work out at the neighborhood gym, and her toned body was positively luscious.
But before Jessica could get much of a look, Rachel stepped forward and straddled her legs. She pushed Jess onto her back down on the bed and leaned over until their noses were almost touching, gazing deep into the redhead’s eyes before crushing her mouth to Jessica’s, kissing her even more fervently than before.
Now far past any doubt she might have felt, Jess responded, fully matching Rachel’s urgency. They kissed for a long while — tongues exploring, mouths sliding together, smudging their lipstick. Jessica reached out to cup the breasts that hung freely just above her own, comparing them to Sally’s larger ones. Rachel’s were perfectly formed, and still firm for a woman of her years.
Sliding down to nudge Jessica’s legs apart with her foot, Rachel slid a hand up her friend’s thigh until she was touching the front of her thong, which by then was soaking wet. She tugged the tiny piece of sodden material to one side, then slid two fingers into Jessica’s well-lubricated vagina. Jess moaned loudly, and Rachel silenced her with another eager kiss.
After about twenty thrusts, coupled with some vigorous attention to Jessica’s clitoris, Rachel pulled away again, quickly moving onto her knees between her partner’s spread thighs. Jess raised her head from the pillow, wanting to see what her friend was up to.
Looking at Jess with an intense hunger in her eyes, Rachel grasped the sides of the sparkling dress between fingers and thumbs, then drew it up over Jessica’s body. Quickly understanding what her lover wanted, Jess lifted herself up to help, raising her arms as Rachel pulled the garment off.
“Good girl,” Rachel cooed, carelessly casting the dress aside.
She roughly yanked Jessica’s thong down her thighs and over each foot, clumsily removing her shoes at the same time, impatiently pushing them off the side of the bed. Rachel held onto her friend’s knickers, though — bringing the wet garment to her nose and inhaling deeply, then licking playfully at the damp gusset before throwing the thong over her shoulder.
Placing her hands on Jessica’s knees, Rachel spread them apart, then bent down and pressed her mouth into the hot slit. She licked deep, the tang of the juicy flesh sharp on her tongue, then travelled upwards to flick at the inflamed nubbin of her new lover’s clit.
It was love at first lick. Rachel had dreamed of, yearned for Jessica’s cunt ever since she’d decided to explore sex with other women — in fact, the growing attraction she’d felt for her old friend was what had set her on the path of bisexuality in the first place. And now that she was finally making love to Jess, feasting on her sweet pussy, it was even lovelier than she’d hoped. She went down on Jessica like a woman possessed, the warm, thick nectar dripping from her lips and chin.
Jessica thrashed about on the bed, clutching at Rachel, who continued her oral attack on her friend’s womanly core. By then, Jess was mouthing expletives Rachel had never heard her utter before and didn’t think she ever would, until at last she moaned, “Oh m-my God, I — I can’t take any more!” before emitting a loud, prolonged cry as her first orgasm kicked in. But not the last, oh definitely not the last, Rachel gleefully told herself.
Her thirst sated for the moment, Rachel sat back on her heels, her mouth glistening with wetness. She slowly licked her lips, reveling in the taste as she looked at Jess, who was panting heavily. Rachel crawled forward until she was straddling Jessica’s chest, then moved up further until her own very wet cunt was directly above Jessica’s face.
The object of Rachel’s lust gazed up into her eyes, reading the fierce need in them — then lost in purest desire, she reached up to grasp the woman’s buttocks, drawing Rachel down to her already open mouth.
Not counting the kiss she’d exchanged with Abigail as an adolescent, Jessica had never kissed another woman until a couple of weeks ago, let alone licked another woman’s pussy. In truth, she’d only rarely tasted her own juices, even when masturbating. Now Jess had enjoyed hot sapphic encounters with three different partners so far this month, one of these her own twelve-year-old daughter.
Her enthusiasm more than making up for any lack of expertise, Jess forced her tongue into the hot, swampy tunnel, trying to gulp down as much of the vaginal fluids as possible, as though she hadn’t tasted liquid for a week. Then there was Rachel’s clitoris, which she sucked at eagerly, thrilling to the shudders that raced through her partner’s body with each juicy slurp.
Rachel’s hands were on Jessica’s head and she was moving her hips back and forth, smearing herself against that hot, sucking mouth. As she did so, her puckered rosebud rode over her lover’s flickering tongue, sending her to even greater heights of ecstasy.
The idea of licking Rachel’s anus was so deliciously kinky that it drove Jess absolutely wild with renewed lust. She spread the woman’s arse open with her thumbs, thrusting her tongue into the snug orifice.
This triggered a crescendo in Rachel’s rising ecstasy, and she suddenly came, throwing her head back, a choked scream escaping her lips before she slumped forward, spent.
Somehow she managed to dismount Jessica’s face and stretch herself alongside the redhead. They both lay on their backs panting heavily for awhile, their bodies bathed in perspiration, neither of them speaking.
Finally, Rachel turned to Jess and said, “You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for this.”
Jess turned to her, reaching across to touch her cheek. “I had no idea. God, I never knew that sex could be like that. It was amazing. Um… was it okay for you? I’ve got no idea what I’m doing.”
Rachel shook her head. “Jess, you’ve no need to worry on that score, believe me. Just do what you like having done to you.”
“The trouble is, I’ve pretty much forgotten what I like.”
Arching an eyebrow, Rachel smiled. “Well, let’s see if I can help you remember.”
Helping a still-dazed Jess to sit up, Rachel reached around to unclip her bra — the last remaining scrap of clothing between them — then peeled it away. She gazed lovingly into her friend’s eyes, then dipped down to lick the tip of one breast, then the other.
Soon Rachel advanced from delicate flicks of the tongue to taking each nipple between the teeth and gently biting it. Reaching down, she hooked a finger into Jessica’s vagina.
“Oh, Rachel!” Jess cried, clutching at her partner’s shoulders.
Sitting up, Rachel whispered, “God, you are so fucking sexy… so desirable. Why, why did we wait so long to do this?”
Before Jess could answer, Rachel’s mouth claimed hers in a sweet, tender kiss that had her head spinning. The next thing she knew, they were stretched out on the bed, still kissing, their bodies moving together like dancers in a very sensuous ballet. They made slow love, fervent love, taking the time to explore the delights of each other’s bodies.
“I have to lick you again,” said a wide-eyed Rachel. “Will you do it to me too, Jess?”
At that moment, Jessica couldn’t think of a single thing she needed more. “Yes! Yes, I will, Rachel. I want to taste your pussy…”
Rachel quickly switched around until she was facing her new lover’s feet, then straddled her, moving into the sixty-nine position. Lowering her shaved sex to Jessica’s parted lips, she bent to press an open-mouthed kiss into the juicy, heated flesh of her best friend’s cunt.
Jess tentatively ran the tip of her tongue along the prominent labia, as though licking up melting ice cream from a wafer cone, then again, probing deeper. Growing bolder, she brought her mouth into play, kissing the juicy slit. It was immensely satisfying. Jess began to feast on Rachel’s baby-smooth pussy, determined to get her new lover off in a big way.
She inhaled sharply at Rachel slid one, then two fingers into her and moved them in and out — slowly at first, but quickly picking up speed. Taking a cue, Jess did the same, working her own fingers into Rachel’s creamy hole, thrilled by the liquid sound each stroke made as she fucked her best friend.
As she slowly increased the tempo of her thrusts, Jessica flicked at Rachel’s clit with her tongue, grateful that the woman had a clitoris prominent enough to find by touch alone, because her parts were up too close to make out much detail.
Suddenly Jess felt Rachel’s digits slide even deeper inside, curving upwards to the roof of her vagina. Oh, shit, she’s going for my G-spot.
As the finger found its mark, Jessica felt a tongue flick the edge of her anus, then slide wetly through the crack of her arse. These new sensations had Jess on the verge of losing control, but when the tongue was replaced with a finger, muscling deep into her rectum, and Rachel’s lips found their way to her clit, Jess jerked almost violently, firework displays going off in her head. Oh, God, it’s about to happen, I’m gonna come, and it’s going to be absolutely colossal!
Wanting Rachel to climax at the same time, Jess sucked greedily on the erect clitoris above her, swiping at its fleshy tip with her tongue. Just then, the finger that Rachel had in Jessica’s bum hole took a hard twist — and that, as they say, was all she wrote. Her intense, lengthy and very loud release came seconds later, quickly followed by Rachel’s orgasm.
Once their cries had died down, Rachel dismounted Jessica’s face, then moved to lie alongside. She turned on her side to face her friend, placing a gentle kiss on her lips. They lay quietly for a few moments, with Rachel moving a hand lightly up and down her partner’s torso and thigh.
“Verrry impressive,” Rachel murmured. “Are you sure you’ve never done this before?”
Jess turned to her, then hesitated. Rachel’s eyes widened, then she raised herself up on one elbow to look at her friend. “Jess? Oh my God, you have.”
In spite of herself, Jess felt her cheeks flush. “Well… okay, I did, but I’m not sure that I’m comfortable talking about it.”
Rachel’s expression was a stern one. “Excuse me? I’m your best friend and confidant, and have you already forgotten that a mere three minutes ago, we were dining on each other’s pussies? That makes you morally obligated to share the juicy details of your first lesbian fuck with me. Besides, I know you’re dying to tell me everything — so give, girlfriend.”
Jessica sighed. “Hate to say so, but damn it, you’re right — I do need to talk to someone about this.”
“I’m all ears,” Rachel said, drawing close.
“You know Sally from the shop, don’t you?”
Rachel’s eyes danced with excitement. “I do indeed; she’s the really cute blonde with the big tits. Are you telling me you got it on with her? You lucky bitch! Fuck me, I wouldn’t mind some of that.”
“It wasn’t like that, not really. She asked me for some career advice, and I took her home to look through some books and leaflets. She got so excited that she kissed me. Only… then, she kissed me again and I responded. God, she’s young enough to be my daughter.” With that, she pictured Alice’s head between her thighs, and shivered.
“Anyway, it started getting pretty hot between us, but we stopped when I heard Alice come home.”
“You’re kidding! Did she see you?”
“I wasn’t sure, so after Sally left, I went to her room to see her reaction. Alice told me that yes, she saw us kissing.”
Rachel made a face. “Oooh, awkward! What did you tell her?”
“I said that Sally was just especially happy about the help I gave her.”
“Did she believe you?”
“Okay, now that’s where it gets complicated. Alice said she saw us too, that night you came over. You know, when we watched your dirty DVD and made out?”
“Oh my God, what must she think? Then what happened?”
“Well, I wasn’t sure what to say. I just… blurted out that I was lonely, feeling a bit down. Then she told me that it was okay if I was gay.”
“She did, did she? And… what did you tell her?”
“I said I wasn’t sure.” Jess gave her friend a shy glance. “But now, I think I might be.”
“Now that’s the best news I’ve heard all week,” Rachel said, a tone of admiration in her voice. “Now that you’ve sampled the delights of a woman, we have some catching up to do.”
“That’s not all. You know the other day, when I came over to talk to you about our night out? Well, I got home early, and a few minutes later, Sally knocked on my door.”
Rachel studied her friend, intrigued. “Go on…”
“Sally said that she has a crush on me, and wanted me to be her first woman. I don’t know what came over me, but we ended up in bed and having sex. I couldn’t help myself; she’s so pretty and… and I was on fire! It was incredible, my God, she’s so… enthusiastic.” She glanced at her friend, suddenly nervous. “Are you upset with me? Do you think I’m awful?”
“Are you kidding me? You’d have been a bloody cretin to let an opportunity like that pass.” She paused. “Er, as we seem to be in sharing mode, there’s something I’ve got to confess.”
Intrigued, Jess gave Rachel a questioning look.
“I was so turned on after I left your house that first time, that I expected to finger myself into a stupor as soon as I could get naked and between the sheets. Instead, I got something even better. You remember me mentioning Millie, the babysitter?”
“Er, I think so. Wait a minute — are you telling me that the two of you–”
“Spot on. We got to talking about boys, and Millie got to complaining about this particular specimen that she’d been dating — you know the type, couldn’t give a toss about anything but getting in her knickers. Well, I couldn’t keep myself from dropping a few very pointed hints about fooling around with girls.”
“Good grief, Rachel!” Jess said, but then laughed. “You are a menace.”
“Guilty as charged. Millie did seem interested, so I offered to teach her about kissing women… then one thing led to another and I showed her exactly what she’d been missing. Oh, and she loved it — decided then and there that her wanker of a boyfriend was history.” She paused, sighed. “She wanted to return the favour, but there wasn’t time — it was already late, and I had to drive her home. So, sad to say, I had to get myself off that night.
“Ever since then I’ve been wearing out the batteries on my toys, fantasising of you and Millie. Mostly you.”
Jess pursed her lips. “So… how old is Millie, exactly?”
“She just turned sixteen.”
“My God, Rachel… we’re playing with fire, you and I!”
“Well, I don’t know about you, but I’m in the mood for some genuine heat in my life,” Rachel said with a wicked grin. Perhaps we should compare notes, or swap — or better still, have a little foursome with our new playthings.”
“You… you’re not joking, are you?”
“Come on, it’s worth thinking about, at least. So, have you been with Sally since then — or anyone else…?”
As soon as she saw Jessica’s face — that same uneasy look as before, nervously nibbling at her lower lip — Rachel knew that there was more to tell. Shit! Jess thought, knowing that she’d failed to anticipate her friend’s question, and had been betrayed once again by her demeanor.
“Oh, my God — another?” Rachel’s breasts bounced in a most enticing way as she sat up. “Oooohh, I want details!”
“I can’t!” Jess wailed, lying back down on the bed. “It’s too awful. You’ll think I’m some kind of pervert!”
“You say that like it’s a bad thing, lover,” a grinning Rachel countered. “Now you’ve really got me intrigued. Don’t worry, I won’t tell a soul. I won’t judge you, either, because I’ve definitely done worse.”
“I’m not so sure you have, actually,” Jess said, making a face.
“Oh my God, are you trying to make me drop dead from acute curiosity? Let’s see, now. Did you get into something especially kinky with Sally, then? Or perhaps someone else, another employee. Bridget, maybe? She’s damn hot, I’ll say that. Ooh, or was it Caterina?” she said with excitement.
Jess looked thoughtfully at her friend. She’s not going to give me a moment’s peace until I tell her. Then again, I really do need to share this with someone — and it ought to be Rachel, especially after what we just did.
She lay back, staring at the ceiling for a moment, contemplating what her friend’s reaction might be. Will she be disgusted, flee the room and never want to see me again? Glancing over at Rachel, she finally made up her mind, taking a deep breath before speaking.
“Okay. So, I told you about how my daughter saw us kissing while that lesbian DVD of yours was playing, remember? Well, that’s not all Alice saw that night. Later, she was… lurking outside my bedroom door, spying on me while I was watching that DVD again, fingering my pussy.”
Rachel was definitely intrigued. “Was she, now?”
“The thing is, I was watching that part on the disc with the woman and the teenage girl — I guess they were supposed to be mother and daughter?”
“Oh, I do love that scene. That’s Becca Brooks playing the daughter… she’s one of my faves.”
Well, it got me incredibly hot. I was fucking myself hard and deep, just about to come, and then… oh, God, I can’t believe I’m admitting this!”
“Jessica Matthews,” Rachel said, her eyes blazing, “if you don’t stop teasing me and get to the bloody point right now, I will strangle you with my bare hands, dismember your corpse and bury the pieces in unhallowed ground.”
In spite of herself, Jess burst into shaky laughter. “Okay, okay. So… there I was, watching this incredibly sexy scene of a mum licking her own daughter from behind. I was right on the verge of coming — and just before I did, this image flashed in my mind of me, doing those same things with Alice.”
“Fuck me, that must’ve been intense. How hard did you come?”
“Oh, the earth definitely moved. But that’s not the important part. When it happened, I… I said Alice’s name. Out loud.”
“Wait. You spoke your daughter’s name when you had an orgasm — and she was watching?”
“Exactly,” Jess admitted, a bit shamefaced.
“Jesus,” Rachel said. “And since Alice was spying on you, she obviously couldn’t say anything right then… so how did you find out about what she heard?”
“Oh, I’m getting to that. The next night, Alice knocked on my bedroom door and asked if she could talk to me. Oh my God, Rachel! She had a nightdress on but with most of the buttons undone. I could see her breasts, and when she sat down on the bed, I realized that she wasn’t wearing panties! I couldn’t help but look… and, well, the sight of her got me turned on in a big way.”
As Jess continued, finding herself less and less able to make eye contact with Rachel, she didn’t notice her friend slip a hand down between her legs and begin to gently finger her cunt.
“We talked some about, um, the feelings for other girls that she’d been experiencing. Then she accidentally let it slip that she’d seen me masturbate — and asked me why I’d called out for her when I came.”
“Hmm. That must’ve been awkward. What on earth did you tell her?”
Jessica shrugged. “I decided I had to be honest. So I told her the truth — that I’d been touching myself while thinking about exploring sex with a woman, and thought of her at a crucial moment. But I did make it clear that I wasn’t going to try to, you know, make a move on her.”
Rachel nodded thoughtfully. “Do you think she was worried about something like that?”
“No. And I’ll tell you how I know that. Because then, Alice told me that, if I did want to do sexual things with her, she was fine with it.”
Rachel froze, her hand pausing in mid-stroke. “She didn’t.”
“She absolutely did. Oh, she tried to take it back, pretend she was kidding… but then I got Alice to talk about her feelings, and she finally admitted that she’d been having sexual thoughts about me. Well, I was still trying to be truthful, so I told her that I was experiencing the same kind of… desires. I told her that seeing her right then, wearing nothing but a nightie — that she aroused me, got me hot.” Jess gave a nervous laugh. “I don’t know how I summoned up the nerve!”
“What happened then?” asked Rachel, fingering herself again.
Taking a deep breath, Jessica soldiered on. “Alice asked me if I would kiss her.”
She let that resonate for a moment, then an impatient Rachel demanded, “Well, did you?”
“I said no at first — but she sort of persuaded me to do it anyway. Yeah, I know it was wrong of me, but damn it, I wanted to kiss her. So I did.” She paused then added, “Trouble is, we didn’t leave it at that.”
Rachel continued to slowly manipulate her clitoris, staring in awe at her best friend. “Tell me. All of it.”
“We started kissing, slowly at first, but then I sort of brought my tongue into it — and suddenly Alice was giving me these incredibly hot French kisses… well, I just got swept up in the moment, and so did she. The next thing I knew, she was feeling me up, playing with my tits. So I started touching her breasts, and that got me so worked up that I kissed and sucked on her nipples.”
As Jess spoke, she watched her friend masturbate, getting deeper and deeper into the story. Guess I didn’t need to worry about Rachel being disgusted with what I did with Alice. In fact, she’s turned on!
“That’s when Alice reached down and started touching herself. Jesus, what an amazing sight that was! But she got frustrated, told me she was having trouble making the “good feelings” happen, and — and she asked me for help.”
“And…?”
“So I did. I got her to sit between my legs, and I masturbated her — my own twelve-year-old daughter — until she came. I think it was her first proper orgasm.” Jess fell silent for a moment, sighed, then continued. “When I finished, I couldn’t believe what I’d done. I tried to apologise and said I shouldn’t have, but Alice insisted that she’d wanted me to… to love her like that.”
“Oh. Oh, my God!” gasped Rachel. Her legs were spread wide, and she was driving two fingers in and out of her vagina. “Is — is there more…?”
“Yes,” Jessica said. “Alice wanted to pleasure me. I tried to tell her no, but what she was feeling was too strong. She opened my nightdress and before I could stop her, she started sucking on my nipples. Then she started using her fingers on me, and that’s when I gave in. It was too much for me, damn it! Before I knew it, Alice had me on my back and was licking my pussy.”
Rachel’s pumping wrist went still. “Wait. She — your daughter went down on you?”
“She did.” Jess had been avoiding her friend’s stare; now, she turned to look at Rachel, watching as the naked woman rubbed herself. Neither spoke — the only movement in the room was Rachel’s wrist and hand, working frantically until she climaxed again.
Jessica smiled wryly. “Well, I can see what you thought about that,” she said as her friend recovered.
Once she’d caught her breath, Rachel sat up, taking hold of Jessica’s hand. “Listen, Jess — I don’t know if you’re beating yourself up for what you and Alice did, but you shouldn’t. I’ve done the same thing with my oldest,” she said.
Jess could only stare, “What do you — you had sex with Bella?”
“Um… not quite full-on sex. I taught her how to masturbate a few months ago. She’d been talking to some of her friends at a sleepover, and they got on the subject of boys and sex, like girls that age do. She pretended to understand, but when she got home, she asked me how to touch herself.”
Realising she wasn’t alone in dealing with this delicate issue, Jess began to feel a sense of relief.
“We didn’t go as far as you did; I just showed her what was what and a bit of technique. She had some trouble at first, so I touched her a bit, then she did it on her own. We sat facing each other and masturbated together but didn’t touch again — or even kiss, though I felt myself wanting to. Still, it was hot and I frigged myself all over again just thinking about it, soon as I got back to my room.”
Jess said, “What should I do about this, Rachel? Everywhere I look at work, I see beautiful women and young girls in sexy clothes or underwear. I’ve started to spend more time in my office or working at home to keep these, these cravings of mine at arm’s length — but it isn’t enough. Everything keeps reminding me of Sally, or you… or even Alice and the things I did with her, for Christ’s sake. It’s making me mental!”
Rachel shrugged. “Why are you fighting those feelings?”
Jess gave her friend a puzzled look. “What do you mean? Are you suggesting that I start coming on to my employees… or customers? Or that I go to bed with my daughter again?”
“First, what’s wrong with letting other women know that you’re interested? Nothing, long as you’re able to take ‘no’ for an answer, if that’s how they respond. This isn’t the Victorian era, for fuck’s sake — you’re not going to be persecuted for being gay. As for Alice, why shouldn’t you continue to share this with her?”
“What are you saying?” Jessica gasped. “That I should be having sex with Alice?”
“It’s already happened once — and the way you tell it, the two of you had an incredible time.”
“B-but she’s my daughter! And only twelve years old, damn it!”
Rachel glared at her. “Don’t go all self-righteous on me, girlfriend. You’ve been lusting after that cute little twelve-year-old ever since it happened. I can hear it in every word you speak about her. Admit it — you can’t stop thinking about making love to Alice again. Can you?”
Jess felt herself wither under Rachel’s scrutiny. “Oh, hell…” A long pause, then she gave a weary nod. You’re right, Rachel. I do want her, so much it makes me ache inside.”
“Uh-huh. And I’ll wager that Alice is thinking about you that way, too. Has she said anything about it?”
“No…” Jessica replied, “but you’re right, she is having those kinds of thoughts. This morning, I found a pair of my dirty knickers hidden in her pillowcase. She’d been using them to rub herself off.”
“Fucking hell, Jess!” Throwing her hands up, Rachel began to pace the room. “What on earth are you waiting for? You and Alice should be making love on a nightly basis, and you haven’t even tasted her yet!”
“Easy for you to say,” Jess retorted. “It’s a big thing, becoming lovers with your own daughter. You haven’t had sex with Bella, after all.”
“Oh, but I plan to.”
Jess stared at her with her mouth open. “You — you do?”
Rachel nodded. “I’ve been thinking about it ever since she and I masturbated together. And listening to you describe being with Alice… it sounds amazing, makes me realise how much I want Bella.”
“How do you think you’ll… make it happen, then?”
“Good question,” Rachel said, seating herself on the bed. “I’ll have another chat with her, see if she’s got any more questions. But this time, I’ll teach her about more than how to finger her pussy. A lot more.” She paused. “Then there’s Cindy, she’s growing up pretty fast.”
“Cindy? But she’s only ten!”
“She has to learn some time, and it’s better coming from me,” Rachel insisted.
Jess opened her mouth to object — then fell silent. That’s a lot like the argument I gave myself, she thought, to justify what I did with Alice. That, and the fact that my daughter and I were both naked, we were kissing, she was touching me and I just wanted to fuck her.
Moving closer to Jess, Rachel placed a hand on her friend’s hip, languidly caressing the soft skin. “I wonder if Alice and Bella talk about this stuff. When Alice comes over and they’re together in Bella’s room, I hear a lot of giggling. When I ask them what’s going on, they say ‘Nothing’, but now I think of it, I’m sure they’re up to something naughty.”
“Like what?” Jessica asked.
“Well, they always seem to be half naked. They tell me they’re dressing up, or just wanted to cool off. I wouldn’t be surprised to learn that our little angels are practicing kissing — or more.”
Jess recalled the sight of her daughter, naked in bed the morning after Rachel came over. Did Alice touch herself the night before, while thinking of me? Was she already having fantasies of sex with Mum?
Rachel had a thoughtful look on her face, and Jess wondered what was going through her mind. She didn’t have to wait long.
“Perhaps we should sit them both down with us and find out if anything is going on. At the very least, we should offer the girls some guidance… perhaps together?” Rachel raised an eyebrow, then licked her lips as she reached out to cup Jessica’s breast.
Jess knew what Rachel was suggesting, and also knew she should be shocked — but the truth was, she was already anticipating another session of lovemaking with Alice. And when she added Rachel and Bella to the mix, imagining the four of them in bed, loving one another in a glorious lesbian orgy, she felt herself quiver inside with renewed lust.
“Maybe you’re right,” Jess murmured, stroking Rachel’s thigh. “I don’t know — I need to think some more about this.”
Rachel smiled to herself. She knew that she’d planted a seed in her new lover’s mind, one that was already beginning to germinate. “How about a kiss?” she said.
The two women came together and made love once more — this time, gentle and slow. They shared a few tender kisses, then covered themselves and fell asleep.
As they had been on most nights since that first time with Rachel, Jessica’s dreams were filled with images of women and girls of all ages. The difference this time was that she pictured herself kissing and having sex with them, all of them… and instead of guilt and conflict dominating her feelings, there was something much closer to euphoria, a sense of enlightenment.
Jess slumbered on, a faint smile on her lips.
Now available from our fictional workshop: Chapter Nine!