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

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

... need to get out there. Wiggle your cute bum; push your tits out; work the room.”

Brenda was playing to my competitive edge. She knew it ran deep through me.

“Is thirteen good?” I asked, having no idea.

Brenda just chuckled, her hand now on my thigh, squeezing it. She was slowly working her fingers up towards my pussy. I felt myself wanting to open my legs; and let my girlfriend touch me.

I resisted.

Instead, I picked up my refreshed glass of Pomagne, though I wished it was a mug of tea.

“Was Sue your type?”

“I don’t have a type,” I lied.

Brenda chuckled, “Leggy blondes?”

I stared at her. How did she know? That was something I had never told David, Brenda, or anyone else.

My girlfriend’s fingers had climbed up my leg; they were now brushing my pussy. My thighs were beginning to think for themselves,inching wider.

I tried to continue to resist, and I looked around. Paula was watching, her eyes following Brenda’s fingers. At least Jaz had finally managed to get Tina on the dance floor; two less to hear and see my dilemma.

“Not Hazel,” I said. “She is off the list.”

“So you only got twelve names, and I thought you would do better.”

I knew Brenda was teasing me, both with the number and her finger. My legs opened a little wider, and her finger slipped past my shorts gusset. She touched me. I jumped; my pussy already soaked. I remembered that it had been only last Sunday that Brenda had given me the best sex of my life.

“Fine,” I gasped ...

... as I stood; I was horny,but I wanted to choose my own dates.

With my drink and handbag in hand, I took up refuge in the courtyard, where I lit another cigarette, my third, vowing that I would stop smoking soon.

I huffed and thought, was I going to work the room like Brenda wanted me to do?

Wiggle my ass?

I didn’t think so. I drew in the smoke of my cigarette and then exhaled, realising I was already a little tipsy; too much Pomagne. Sitting there, I decided I wasn’t going to shift; I was happy here in the courtyard under the electric patio heater.

However, I soon found that I did not have to move; that there would be no ass wiggling or pushing my tits out. It seemed, despite the absence of any advert on the noticeboard, word had got around that I waslooking for dates. As I sat there, a steady stream of all types of ladies introduced themselves.

More importantly, they all left their telephone numbers; all of them already having Brenda’s.

We had Clair, her name spelt differently from mine, Wendy, Francine, Jane, Sara and a second Sue. I didn’t have to move as we chatted, and I learnt about these ladies' lives. Some were married, some had children, but the important thing was they all wanted a date with me.

Our girl’s meeting was only broken up when Brenda came out to join us for a cigarette. She had come to fetch me inside, and I had the distinct impression that she hadn’t expected to have to do that. I learned that her girlfriends usually stayed close ...