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

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

... night when I last saw him. Then I could hardly sit as I had overindulged in the sex I had with Brenda the day before.

I laughed, “Typical man question. What do you think?”

“A typical Clare answer,” he retorted. “Come on, are you?”

I wasn’t. I hadn’t been since yesterday morning. But I wanted to keep this line of conversation to a bare minimum as I didn’t want it to return to what happened last night.

So I replied, “Yes, but Brenda’s got some special cream that takes away the soreness. From now on, we will be using plenty of lube.” I quietly giggled. “My tip for you, Sarah… If you ever have a man with a proper size cock; something along the size of Brenda’s,use lots of lube.”

That little jibe made me feel better as we confirmed next Thursday’s telephone call and then said our goodbyes. I was pleased that they hadn’t questioned me too much about Karen and our dates, as I didn’t want to lie or be economical with the truth.

While I still had use of the phone, I decided to call her. Unlike phoning, Sarah or David, calling Karen was free as it was designated a local call.

After a brief chat with Trish, Karen’s Mum, I got through to my girlfriend, though, of course, no one in her house yet knew that fact. Or that she identified as being a lesbian.

Karen took the phone through to her bedroom, something I could never do at my end as the lead was not long enough.

“Hi,” I said. “Are you okay?”

“Never better,” was the unexpected reply.

“But you now know ...

... I not looking for exclusivity.” I carefully said, not wanting to say too much, but needing to make sure it was out there.

“Clare, let’s talk when we are next together. After, I meet Brenda.”

Karen then giggled, “Do you mind if I masturbate as I talk to you?”

I grinned, slightly shocked. None of my sexual partners had ever suggested phone sex, and once again, I realised Karen was not that innocent at all.

We spent a pleasant twenty minutes talking, Karen flirting and teasing me from behind the safety of her locked bedroom door. It only finished when my mum told me to get off the phone. During that time, Karen had gasped down the line when she came, knowing full well I was sitting on the hall landing, unable to relieve myself.

I just fidgeted as my “femme” managed to get me worked up. I never had anyone masturbate whilst speaking to me on the telephone, telling me what fun she had… and then what she would like to do with meand to me!

Where was this shy, quiet, virginal girl? My so-called bottom, I repeatedly asked myself. I realised Karen was far more interesting than I had taken her for. Not just a pretty, quiet girl, who worked in a shoe shop.

By the end of the call, it was agreed that we would meet Brenda this weekend, time and date to be confirmed, though Karen reminded me that she worked Saturday until 5 p.m.

Frustrated, I hung up and went to my bedroom, only to beshocked at what I saw!

The room was spotless; Ella had tidied up her side of the ...