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

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

... exclaimed.

“Are you sure?”

I wasn’t Brenda… But I did admit to myself there was a certain thrill with the thought of having a cock between my legs and fucking another girl with it. The rest felt nothing more than dressing for a part in a play.

I stared at Karen.

“Look, I want to go to your eighteenth birthday party dressed as me,a girl. This really isn’t me. I have dressed like this for mainly you, but also for Brenda… I think it is part of a game she is playing or, as she puts it, my lesbian education.”

Karen kissed meto shut me up!

“I know it isn’t you, silly. It was sweet you getting dressed up for me.”

She paused.

“Look, Clare, I wanted you to dress like this to prove you wanted to be with me. It was sort of a test, and you can put that bit down to be part of yourlesbian education.”

Karen giggled. “I did not expect nor do I want you to wear a fake cock all the time, though it has a certain charm.”

“Let’s be honest with each other. You are in love with another. You are also going to be sleeping around, where I am just starting to find the sort of relationship I want in the future. Though I know I am a lesbian, I want children and deep in here…” Karen tapped her head. “There are a couple of brain cells that want to try sex with a man, as I know that would have to happen if I want a family.”

I didn’t expect her to say that. It was unexpected, and I didn’t bother mentioning you could be inseminated in other ways.

I chose to look out ...

... of the car window once again, and I noticed we were climbing. We must nearly be there.

“Clare, I don’t care about Brenda. She might be fun, a passing phase, and for me, she can be a friend. Let’s carry on with our relationship.I like you, and most of all, I have chosen you to be the first person I want to be sexual with. That must mean something.”

“So, you don’t mind what I wear? I can just be myself,” I said, feeling that my mind was now a lot clearer. I had a vision of where a relationship could go with Karen, somewhere beyond just good sex.

“Exactly, but Ido want you to take my virginity like I said last night, using a strap-on. I want you to do it on my eighteenth birthday, October 6th.”

I nodded and agreed.

“Before that, I need to meet Brenda and your parents and, perhaps hardest of all, tell my parents that I am gay. Maybe I should do that at the party, get it over and done in one go. You do understand, don’t you?”

I did, but not the part about coming out at her eighteenth birthday party. I thought that would be a disaster, and I told Karen just that. Then I backed it up with a kiss. It was only as we broke apart that I realised we had stopped, and Donna was opening the car's twin doors.

We looked out. Karen and I just gasped, then grinned.

Brenda had excelled herself.

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