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

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

... to her and did what she asked them to do.

“I want at least one dance with you,” Brenda said as she took my hand and led me away frommy girls to the dance floor.

We gently moved together. It was our first dance, though neither of us mentioned that fact. I rested my head on her shoulder, my hands around her neck. I felt warm and content; I was Brenda’s girl.

“I want everyone to know I am yours,” I said as we slowly swayed to the music.

Brenda kissed me. As our lips touched, I had the feeling that it was more for her benefit than mine, maybe an act of reassurance. We broke apart, and I smiled.

“I'm sure you can do better than that. Why not grab my ass or tits or even finger me?” I knew that the last act was not Brenda’s thing. So, I added, “Just like Hazel did.”

At that moment, I felt a tap on my shoulder, and we broke apart. I thought someone wanted to dance with me. However, this time, there was no chance, as I was here with Brenda.

“Hi, I am Peaches, and I’m just leaving, but I wanted to make sure that I get your number; here’s mine.”

The younger lady who was handing me a piece of paper was a tall, leggy blonde with what I can only describe; tits the size of watermelons. She left us with a smile, her bum wiggling away.

“Now, where were we?” I questioned, though we both knew.

Our feet started to move once again.

Without wasting any time, Brenda's hands trekked down to my bottom. She squeezed it before her right hand travelled, not so subtly, ...

... down the front of my stretchy shorts. It made me gasp, then smile as she inserted her middle finger into me. She seemed surprised at how wet I was as her digit slipped into me easily.

“Dancing with me has an effect,” Brenda quietly chuckled, obviously pleased with herself.

“I was thinking of Peaches, those breasts, and what I could do with them,” I giggled.

It was a quick retort to keep my girlfriend in place. But we both knew that Brenda was right; she always affected my pussy. My girlfriend may be a lot older woman than me, but the type of sex she could offer… I let that thought drift away.

Brenda smiled at my comment. She withdrew her hand and offered the wet middle digit to me. It was what Hazel had done earlier, though it was new with my girlfriend. Sometimes, I wondered if she had ever tasted another woman, though I assumed she had.

After the song finished, we returned to our booth and joined Paula. It was nearly midnight, and the time we were leaving. I certainly wasn’t going to be collecting any more names.

We had enough!

“Here you go, Brenda,” I said, “Seven more names, and there was no wiggling of my bottom or thrusting out of my tits.” I grinned. “It was not needed.” I was pleased with myself.

It was Brenda’s turn to grin. She took the seven pieces of paper from me.

“Actually, my dear, those seven only make nineteen, which is a pity. Twenty sounds so much better.”

“Thirteen plus seven makes twenty; I am the one doing maths at college,” I ...