"Clare" - Chapter 6:- Dating Karen - "The Frog and the Thistle” - Sex Stories

"Clare" - Chapter 6:- Dating Karen - "The Frog and the Thistle”

I walked home from Brenda’s with a renewed spring in my step. My pussy soreness was now numbed, and my bottom felt warm; it had a glow within it.

Playing on my Walkman was Michael Jackson’s Bad album. It was his latest, and, despite the title, it was very good; my feet popping alone to the tune. I found myself dancing into the house, which was almost the opposite of how I left it this morning.

Mum was there in the kitchen, preparing tea.

“Do you need a hand?” I asked as I bounced into the kitchen.

My mum, Ruth, turned around, and for the second time that day, I was stared at as if I was an alien.

“So why do I have this pleasure?” She hesitantly asked.

I didn’t answer. Maybe I didn’t help much around the house, other than babysitting, which I felt I did too much of.

“Why don’t you peel the spuds?” Mum swiftly asked, not wanting more than a moment for my silent answer. It was clear she did not want to chance me withdrawing from mykind offer.

I smiled and slotted the Michael Jackson cassette into the radio recorder, and the title song boomed out. My hips started to gyrate as I picked up the potato peeler. Then I noticed my mum was still looking at me.

“What?” I questioned.

“You seem happy; I'm not sure what’s got into you.”

I tried my best not to splutter and to keep the smirk off my face as I thought back to a couple of hours ago and Brenda’s eight-inch anal dildo.

“Aren’t you missing David?”

“Mum, he's just afriend.” I lied.

I saw my ...

... mum raise an eyebrow and quietly smile.

I put my head down.

My mum hummed. “Friend,is that a modern euphemism?”

She knew!

I felt myself blush, and I chose to keep my head down and peel potatoes as if my life depended on it!

Thankfully, my mum didn’t try to press home her question. Instead, she chose to happily hum along to the music. She may have suspected about David, but like Brenda, I wasn’t ready to explain or even discuss those ongoing relationships.It was just too complicated.

After ascertaining that my sister was reading in our bedroom and the rest of the family were out, I told Mum I was happy because I was seeing Karen tonight. It was only partially true. However, my statement seemed to pacify her. We continued preparing the dinner, humming, dancing, and having some quality mother-and-daughter time.

I tried not to show it, but going on my date for tonight had made me a little nervous. It was partly because I neverdated a girl. I might have slept with a few, but a serious date felt so different.

Then there was this business with Brenda and about me being a top with Karen. I did not feel or look like Brenda, or any of her butch lesbian friends. But here I was, trying to live that very part.

I wanted just to be me,and to see where my sexuality went!

Since our first true date, where I had taken Karen to a seaside pub called, “The Captain’s Retreat,” things had started to get a little more serious between us. Then we held hands, talked, and ...