"Clare" - Chapter 11:- Brenda’s Girl - “Getting Ready for Rainbows” - Sex Stories

"Clare" - Chapter 11:- Brenda’s Girl - “Getting Ready for Rainbows”

... pm, I left the house having given my Mum, Brenda’s telephone number,knowing I was staying at “Karen’s” tonight. Yes, another white lie. But it came with no guilt as I walked up the hill to my older butch girlfriend’s apartment.

When I let myself in, I was greeted with the smell of baking wafting from my older girlfriend’s kitchen. Brenda was there, hovering around, making some sort of extravagant cake.

“Clare, pass me the spatula,” she said as I approached her, wanting a kiss.

“What’s with the cake?” I asked as I passed her the implement, still waiting for my kiss.

“Baking is my hobby, Clare. It is what I do to relax. Next week is going to be a busy one for me, though tonight…”

Brenda let her sentence trail off as her face broke out into a wide grin. It was obvious she was thinking about me and tonight.

This was the first time I had seen Brenda bake, and I was surprised. Not by the fact that the cake was enormous. Everything in her life seemed huge, but it was how well she had decorated it. There was no doubt that she was making a smiling giant turtle.

“Are we going to eat that?” I said hopefully, as I tried to pinch a bit of the icing, only to be slapped away.

“No, my dear. It is going as a raffle prize for a children’s charity that I support. I am just having a little fun making it.”

I didn’t know she supported children’s charities, but I then thought, perhaps all wealthy people do that sort of thing. Brenda added the last few touches while I ...

... watched and then helped her wash up rather than use her dishwasher. It was only then her attention was at last drawn to me. I smiled, and we embraced and then kissed. It was what I had been waiting for.

“I missed you,” I said. My hand slid down to her crutch and the fake cock, which I knew was in her baggy jeans.

“My dear, did you miss me or my piece?” Brenda questioned in a whisper as she turned me and pushed me back against a kitchen worktop.

“Both,” I replied as we continued to kiss.

I hopped up onto a clean worktop and pulled my girlfriend between my open thighs; our kissing now getting more passionate. We both knew what I wantedand needed.

To make it obvious, I undid my bra. Then I took it off along with my top, leaving my breasts on full display for Brenda to admire and touch. We both grinned, her eyes now looking lower as hands started to caress my boobs, our mouths once again finding one another’s.

I loosened my skinny jeans and guided one of my girlfriend’s hands down my body, across my bare mound and to my wet and wanton pussy. I needed to feel her touch there.

“Oh my,” Brenda whispered as she realised just how wet and desperate I was; her finger plunging into me, making me gasp.

I slipped my shoes off and then pushed my jeans completely down, before opening my legs once again; my wet pussy naturally spreading for my girlfriend's gaze. It felt as if I had been waiting too long for this moment. I hoped that Brenda and I would soon have an ...