"Clare" - Chapter 10:- “The Thursday Interlude” - Sex Stories

"Clare" - Chapter 10:- “The Thursday Interlude”

... let go and consign to the history bin.

But there was one thing I needed to bring up with Ella before it came out, and that was Brenda.

Ever since Tuesday, and what I would say was my first grown-up conversation with Ella. It had occurred to me thatperhaps I was not the only one with issues. Maybe my sister had them too, beyond our common one of a lack of privacy.

“Ella,” I quietly said. “There is one other relationship I am having at the moment that only Karen, David, and Sarah know about. But it is something I want to share with you.”

My sister stared at me. It was obvious she wanted to hear what I was going to say, though it was only going to be brief, with just the basic facts. Any more would have to be for another time when I knew myself what was happening, and it had also become clear if Ella could keep a secret.

“Karen may be my girlfriend, but I am also seeing another older lady who is around Mum’s age.” I didn’t want to say she was more than ten years older than Mum. “She is rich, nice, and lives up on the hill.”

Ella’s mouth dropped open as she lapped up every word. I went on to explain with scant detail about Brenda, how she was my top, and I was her bottom, though I used the words butch and femme. I illustrated our relationship by showing my anklet, which was currently nestling on my ankle but under my sock.

My sister surprised me as she just accepted what I said. There were no questions about lesbians; she seemed to know the terms butch and ...

... femme and what they meant. The only thing she did ask me about was Brenda’s penthouse suite. Like me, she couldn’t understand anyone wanting to live in a place that was so large.

“How many bedrooms?” She had asked once again after I had first told her.

“Nine,” I repeated with a smile, though I dared not tell her how the bedrooms were decorated, and what they were mainly used for.

“Please don’t tell Mum about Brenda,” I said. “She needs to only be aware at the right time, and that might be never. For now, Mum needs to think I am with Karen. That she is myonlygirlfriend.”

Ella promised she would keep it to herself and thanked me for telling her first before chuckling, “Are you sure you only have one boyfriend?”

“I am sure,” I smiled. Then Ella said something that I wasn’t expecting.

“Though I think I like boys. I did kiss a girl once; it was part of a dare.But I liked it!”

She looked at me for a reaction. I had the impression this was her big secret, and that she was now looking to her older sister for reassurance.

“Ella, kissing a girl doesn’t make you a lesbian; a lot of girls do it as they grow up. I have a straight friend who regularly kissed a girl who lived next door to her during her teenage years.” I was thinking of Sarah, though as I said it, I did wonder if she was a good example. I suspected she might be bisexual, just like me. After all, she hadn’t pushed me away when I went down on her.

“Anyway, isn’t it time you found a boyfriend?” I ...