Clare - Sex Stories

Clare

... girlfriend. I didn't know what to do. So I sat on the couch with Hunter, reluctantly kissed him goodbye, and went home. ............... I woke up in my room the next morning. I quickly noticed the extra weight of my bust and began to tear up when I realized it wasn't a weird dream. I was Clare Long. Hunter's girlfriend, youngest daughter of Trevor and Laura Long, and God knows what else. My phone beeped and I grabbed it. My stomach sank when I saw it was from 'babe'. After I tapped the accept button a good morning text appeared on my screen. "Morning beautiful. I dreamed 'bout you last night." It read. My heart skipped a beat when I read it. I smiled and quickly responded with, "Aw, thanks boo! XOXO" Only when I put down the phone and lay on my back did I realize what had just happened. I had reciprocated his romantic feelings. What did this mean? Was I gay? Or... straight? With Hunter!?! No. We had been friends since we were five. I kissed him by f***e the night before. I knew what had happened. Clare didn't just turn me into his girlfriend; she was making me into his girlfriend. These feelings of romance towards him were fabricated. Then, why did I feel all tingly when thinking about him...? Could it be fake? I wasn't sure. My phone interrupted my thoughts with another buzz. "Wanna go to the ice cream shop this afternoon? I'll get you your favorite." I wondered if Clare Long enjoyed blue slushies as much as I used to. I changed into my clothes quickly, eager to see Hunter. ...

... It was weird, my morning routine was something that seemed so natural. Showering, doing my hair, doing my makeup, bra, panties, shirt, pants, and overshirt. I had never done this before, yet it was so easy. And it even felt... right. I suppose Clare wanted her boyfriend to think she was pretty. I wasn't Clare. I was John. I would go to the shop, pay with my own damn money, and then we'd play Halo.... If only... ............... Hunter bought me my blue slushie and himself a vanilla cone. We sat on the park bench – closer than I'd like – together and talked about random stuff. I had to admit; I was really enjoying myself. When he offered me a lick of his ice cream, I took it quickly. I didn't care that he had just been caressing it with his tongue. I didn't really care about how close we were sitting either. Everything just felt right. Clearly it was the work of the old Clare... But I didn't mind. In fact, I felt quite the opposite. Whatever this body was before I got it, it sure hadn't orgasmed in a long time. I was horny as hell. My legs crossed in sexual frustration and I noticed Hunter could tell something was wrong. I said that it was nothing. He lifted my face by the chin and looked into my eyes. "You wanna tell me? I could help." I couldn't help myself. I lunged forward and began rabidly kissing him. His tongue was in my mouth and mine in his. They danced together, sharing spit. I didn't care. I was making out with my best friend. And I was a girl doing it. He grunted, ...