"Clare" - Chapter 13 - Brenda's Girl - "Rainbows - Part 2" - Sex Stories

"Clare" - Chapter 13 - Brenda's Girl - "Rainbows - Part 2"

... think as my number was going up, and quickly.

“Six,” I eventually said. It included Karen, though that was only half true, as I was still waiting to go down on her…and take her virginity with a strap-on.

“Pity,” Hazel said.

I was surprised at her remark.

“I prefer girls more experienced than that,” she then added.

I stared at her, waiting, and wanting to know what the number was to be counted as experienced.

“Clare.”

I smiled. She knew my correct name.

“Twenty is my lowest benchmark. Though, of course, I prefer a higher number; thirty has a better sound to it.”

That was a lot. Though, if Brenda had her way, I would be at that number before David returned from Crete!

“I only fuck girls who have plenty of experience with other girls. When your number gets higher, I will beveryinterested in you. Though I have to admit, you do have some appeal, even now. Six is a reasonable number for someone so…young.”

Hazel left that last word hanging as she squeezed my nipple, and we rocked, my pussy enjoying the rubbing sensation.

“We could call it six and a half with what we're doing now,” I whispered, which caused a stifled chuckle to escape Hazel’s lips.

My eyes suddenly went wide. Hazel had dropped her hand from my breast and pulled me close, her prominent bulge now pushing hard against my pussy; trying to penetrate it through my shorts.

“I take it you enjoyed that,” Hazel grinned as she released me.

“Yes,” I shakily whispered.

Hazel’s ...

... action had been more of a shock than any sort of sexual gratification. I was just pleased my shorts were dark, and any wet spot remained hidden.

We fell back into silence as we swayed to the music, with her hard codpiece clandestinely rubbing me and pushing into my shorts. The songs kept changing, and I had no idea how long we had been dancing, my head now resting on her shoulder. It seemed Hazel hadn’t quite finished with me, though I wasn’t sure I wanted her card. I knew ten did sound better than nine, but I sensed something different, maybe even dangerous, with my latest dance partner.

Did she have a hidden agenda? That made me curious, but I wasn’t sure I wanted to find out.

“I like your choker,” Hazel whispered in my ear, and then she sharply added. “Though I would prefer it was a leather collar.”

My eyes opened up in surprise on hearing that, and I pulled back. My movement opened up a little gap between us. Hazel took it as an invitation, her hand stealthily slipping into the front of my shorts, past my bare mound, and down to my wet, waiting cunt. She expertly slipped her middle finger into me, our dancing feet not missing a beat.

My groan, caused by her sudden action, was lost in the music’s noise.

“Mmm,” Hazel said, her mouth now close to my ear. “So young, so wet, no hair and also no resistance…You will be perfect for me.”

I moaned again, my pussy pulsing around Hazel’s stationary finger. If I wiggled, it wouldn’t take me long to come; gush over ...