Chloe’s Confessions Part 2 - Sex Stories

Chloe’s Confessions Part 2

... realized that she also meant that since she could trust me, she could influence me too. That wasn’t necessarily a bad thing, because under her bravado, Gina hid some doubts about herself. She and Jenny weren’t shunned, but they were somewhat to the side of the main female social circles at Evander High School. It was almost an inevitable part of being a teenager, perhaps.

In any case, they welcomed me as the third member of their little team. Among other things, we would teach each other how to deal with a world we were struggling to understand.

One of those topics was our own sexuality and what to do about it. That had come out in the open one Saturday in May when Gina had shown us an explicit European magazine and we tried to grasp what it all meant. Actually, she had several magazines in her possession, but one photo spread was all that Jenny and I could handle in the first sitting.

Gina, however, had planned a more dramatic introduction to sex for the following day. That was why I was feeling both anticipation and nervousness as I finished lunch that day and prepared to meet my two friends.

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I continued to wear my “going-to-church” clothes which were similar to my “going-to-school” clothes that were mandated by the Dexter Academy. The 1970s may have been a low point for fashionable clothes, but I had discovered that I enjoyed going around in traditional feminine outfits. To me, it wasn’t a political or social statement of some kind; I simply enjoyed ...

... looking good.

That Sunday, I had a blue jacket, a white blouse, gray skirt, and thigh-high dark tan nylon stockings. Underneath my clothes, I had the white lacy bra and panties that made me feel so sexy just by wearing them. And there was another reason that I had a skirt that day. It was Gina’s idea, but the three of us were going to have an unprecedented – for us, anyway – sexual adventure.

She had suggested that we bring along our favorite “implement.” By that, she meant an object we used for masturbation. One I liked was the big plastic bath brush next to the tub. I had used it to give myself an orgasm when I had taken a bath the previous evening. The photos and the explicit conversations with Gina and Jenny earlier in the day had aroused me, and I was surprised at how intense the result with the brush had been.

However, I had to sneak it out of the apartment somehow, and I got a paper shopping bag and put my toy in that before I left. If anybody noticed that it was missing, I hoped that they would just assume that it had been misplaced. Surely they couldn’t imagine what I would be doing with it that afternoon.

Gina and Jenny were already on the sidewalk, leaning on a parked car. Leaning on cars seemed to be a “male” thing to do, and I was sure it was a small element of Gina’s boldness that she had done that and talked Jenny into it as well.

My two friends gave me a few moments to notice what they were wearing, and they appeared dressed up too. Gina had a ...