Chloe’s Confessions Part 2 - Sex Stories

Chloe’s Confessions Part 2

... ignore a certain degree of shabbiness.”

I answered, “All basements in old buildings look like this.” I had guessed that the place had been built in the 1920s after the elevated trains had opened up the area to apartment buildings.

Gina seemed to be babbling a bit. “Well, ladies, we’re going to have some fun and games today, but it’s going to be an educational experience too. Miss Weinstein, show us the libations you brought down for us.”

“Of course, look at this.” She brought out two bottles from her ample bag. One was Bacardi rum while the other was a plastic container of Seven-Up. There was also a set of plastic cups stacked together.

I was impressed. “Where did you get that?”

“From my parent’s liquor cabinet. They hardly ever use anything in there. Notice how the bottle is still almost full.”

Gina said, “Yeah, but Seven-Up? It’s supposed to be cola with rum.” Then she waved her hand and went into a lecturing mode. “Never mind. The thing is, have either of you had any experience with hard liquor?”

“My grandfather lets me taste the beer he drinks,” I answered. “Rheingold, that’s what he likes.”

“Well, the point of this is to ease our nerves a bit, but be careful and just sip it a bit. If newbies like you drink it too fast, it’s going to knock you on your asses before you know it.” I assumed that Gina must have had a least one first-hand experience like that, but I didn’t ask about it. In a few moments she had three cups half-filled with rum and soda, ...

... and she passed them around. “I propose a toast to – let’s see, call it female potential.”

Jenny was probably being tongue-in-cheek when she asked, “Potential for what?”

“All kinds of potential, but specifically I mean the sexual kind.” She had more to inform us about. “You see, guys think that they hold all the cards on that, that they know what’s going on when we don’t. In reality, most of them have no clue as to what women are capable of doing.”

After we “clinked” our cups I was half-listening to her as I sampled my drink. It seemed like an odd combination of familiar sweetness mixed with the harsh flavor of the rum. I wasn’t sure if I really liked it, but I did take a few small sips of my cup’s contents.

Gina had more advice about drinking. “When you start to feel a bit of warmth in your body, that’s a good time to stop.” Then she said to me, “So, Chloe, whatcha got hidden in your bag?” I had to take the bath brush out although I almost didn’t want to do it.

“Hah, look at that thing! She likes them big and stiff I see.”

That was quite explicit, and I tried to hide my embarrassment by saying, “Of course, I can only use it in the tub.” I had never dared to sneak it into my bed at night.

“I bet you do use it though. You must be the cleanest girl in the neighborhood, with all the baths you must take.”

She wasn’t being mean, but she was poking some fun at me. I said, “All right, since you’re so smart, what have you got?”

“It’s only a hairbrush,” which ...