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

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

... am not sure what to do if there is a party.”

“She wants me to go as her girlfriend,” I uncertainly added.

I heard David laughing down the phone, and I couldn’t help smiling, even if he was enjoying himself at my expense.

“Clare, you do find yourself in some interesting situations,” he remarked.

I knew he was right, but I kept quiet, considering what else happened last night, as I didn’t want to throw oil onto that fire.

“We will be back before then,” David reminded me. He was referring to the party.

“So perhaps we can talk more about it on our return, and maybe you will also know for certain what is happening? Though Clare, do make sure that Karen does not announce that she is gay and introduces you as her girlfriend in front of all her family, including her grandma, grandad, and aunty Mary… I can see that not going down too well.”

I could hear Sarah giggling. I smiled again; she was enjoying herself, too.

“Whatever happens, Clare, we will be there for you, we promise,” David stated. They were the words I wanted to hear…We will be there for you, we promise. I grinned, and then he said something so typical of him.

“But more importantly, what did Brenda dress you in for your date with Karen?”

“I am not saying,” I sharply replied. There was already enough merriment coming down the phone line, all at my expense.

“BAGGY JEANS!” they both shouted.

I blushed but also chuckled; I let them have their moment, as I thought that was only half of it. ...

... They didn’t know I wore a strap-on dildo or, as Brenda calls it, a piece inside those baggy jeans.

“It’s not just that,” I said, wanting to be open. “She also measured me up for a piece; actually, I think she is buying two for me.” I knew I was setting myself up for more jests. But for now, all I could hear was laughing.

“I love to ask you how she measured you, but I think I leave that to my imagination.”

That information was staying safely with me.

“Are you going to wear them?” David questioned.

It was a question that I didn’t know the whole answer to.

“Maybe, if Karen wants me to. But to be clear,wearing a fake cock is not really me!” The last part I had forcefully added hoping to close the subject. David and Sarah didn’t know I had worn a fake cock last night, and it had been, in parts, fun. But, I learned it was something best kept for the bedroom or, perhaps, special occasions, but nothing more as it wasn’t my thing.

“Does Karen know about Brenda?”

“Not the detail, David. Just that she is a friend. The rest will come later.”

The truth was she knew that Brenda was my girlfriend, my top. In a minute, I was going to phone her to see what shereally thought about last night and see when she wants to meet Brenda. But it also felt that there was a chance she might not be my girlfriend when David and Sarah had returned home from Crete.

I could hear chuckling coming down the line. It was David.

“Are you still sore?” He was referring back to Monday ...