"Clare" - Chapter 7:- Dating Karen - "Dressing for a Meal” - Sex Stories

"Clare" - Chapter 7:- Dating Karen - "Dressing for a Meal”

... Brenda. “That is why she put her name above mine on the anklet. She was saying that she is my top, and I am her bottom; that I ammeant to follow her rules.”

Karen giggled and then again scrutinised the anklet, her fingers touching her name on it.

“So am I meant to be submissive to you, Clare?” Karen questioned, her name being on the bottom chain. She then giggled and swallowed the rest of her champagne. I sensed Karen wasn’t entirely against being submissive,but was that what I wanted?

“Let’s see where tonight goes,” I suggested, not feeling like trying to be dominant to Karen, or submissive to Brenda. All I wanted was to find the real me.

My comment, or maybe the champagne, had us both giggling. But I believed thatswitching, as Brenda put it, to become more of a butch lesbian was not really me. At best, it was something to be kept in the bedroom or for special occasions like tonight.

I looked out of the car window. We were still in the southeast quarter of the city, but now the sea was close to us on the right. The dockyards and its line of regimented cranes were now left far behind. We headed into the suburbs, and to a place where the wealthier people lived. The river estuary and its container ships would soon be replaced by pebbly beaches and leisure boats.

Across the estuary’s water, and only a mile away, was the pub, “The Anchorage.” It was where David had taken me only two days ago. It felt longer, but seeing the water made me think about him and ...

... our date.

I wondered what he was up to. Wednesday was the only night he didn’t see Sarah or me. Instead, he went to football training even though he was no longer part of the team. He had given up playing soccer so he could spend more time with me and Sarah. That thought made me feel guilty. Football had been his thing.

I asked myself why anyone would give up something to be with me, a girl who slept around and was not faithful. I had even told him that we needed to have an open relationship so I could sexually experiment with other women, and yet, he still wanted me.

As I watched the water drift past, I felt Karen’s hand on my leg. She was craving a little attention. I had been neglecting her, caught up in my reverie.

I turned, smiled and kissed her, then, with a giggle, slid in between her open legs. If I had my strap-on clipped in place, it would have been the perfect position to fuck her. She looked at me as if surprised I was there. I grinned and then kissed her again, this time more forcefully. I felt my pussy moisten as Karen started to pant from my more aggressive attention.

Maybe Brenda was right; I was Karan’s top, and she, my bottom.

“My mum and gran are organising my eighteenth birthday party, though I am not meant to know,” Karen stated as we broke apart. “I want you to come as my girlfriend.”

“I like that, but I won’t dress like this.”

“Why?” Karen giggled. I sensed she knew the answer and was now teasing me.

“Because it's not me!” I ...