"Clare" - Chapter 5:- “Driving The Conversation” - Sex Stories

"Clare" - Chapter 5:- “Driving The Conversation”

... me, runs the show.”

I knew the first part was true, but the second part? Only one person was running this show. Brenda not only wanted me to feel welcome, but she also wanted to show me off to her colleagues.

“You know about Hugo, and his partner, Desmond.” I shook hands with both of them.

Brenda and Hugo used to be married, and technically, they still were, as they had never divorced, though very few people outside this room knew that. They had just separated when Hugo told Brenda that he was a homosexual. That was when my girlfriend was twenty-one, and it took a few more years for Brenda to realise her sexuality. Then not until her late twenties that she came out as a lesbian.

It was also no surprise to find Hugo there. Brenda had told me that he was still her closest friend and confidant even though they had long since separated, and he had been living with Desmond for many years.

Hugo wasn’t quite what I expected as he was somewhat shorter than Brenda, five foot eight tops. He wore a light green jacket complete with patches on the elbows. With his round professor glasses that rested on his nose, you could easily mistake him for a schoolteacher. He looked slightly older than my girlfriend, with his light brown hair now tinged with a little grey, so maybe touching fifty.

“My dear, Desmond is so handy to have around. He often sees things differently to me, and may give me an alternative opinion.” They both softly laughed as I shook Desmond’s ...

... hand.

“What Brenda is trying to say is sometimes I may not just nod when she suggests what we are going to do.” I instantly liked him.

“A bit like me then!” I exclaimed, not thinking; though my comment did cause both Desmond and Brenda to chuckle.

Desmond was both slightly younger and taller than Hugo. It was obvious that he worked out at the gym, and then there was their skin colour. Hugo’s was a pale white, Desmond’s a dark olive. Though happy, in a way, they looked like a slightly odd couple.

Brenda pulled me on, her arm now locked around mine. She was making sure she was in control.

“This is William and his better half, Sandra.” Brenda went on to explain they were married; both accountants looking after both her personal and her company’s accounts.

William was tall, over six feet, and imposing, though much to my surprise, he bowed when we shook hands. Brenda needn’t have told me his occupation, a suit and a tie, while everyone else, including his wife, was dressed casually.

Sandra was just shorter than me; if you like Sarah’s height. I inwardly smiled when we shook hands as she pulled her husband close. It was as if she was worried about me trying to take her husband away from her. Didn’t she know I was with Brenda?

I made a note to talk to them both later, as accountancy was an occupation I was thinking seriously about as a future career.

“Oh William, dear,” Brenda dramatically said, drawing in all of her audience. “Please, could you just confirm to Clare ...