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

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

... kissed, but tonight it felt different.

It had been over a week since I told my mum that I was going out with Karen and I was a lesbian. She had taken it well, but now I wondered if she had ever believed me. I had originally only said it to give me cover to go out with David,no questions asked.

Now I questioned if I ever needed to lie.

Until very recently, I had never thought about falling in love with another girl. I mean, I went out with Jaz for over two years. Well, not exactly out. We were together, and I never fell in love with her.

Then there was Brenda. It really didn’t matter how sexually attracted I was to her as she was too old for an ongoing relationship, and there was Sarah… I smiled. It was simply too early to say she may not even be into other girls, yet having a relationship with her.

With Karen, it was different, a chance that I could develop feelings for her. I didn’t know if it was her innocence; her being petite side or that girl next door look that gave her cuteness. All I knew was it made her different, though I still could not see us ever being in love.

But there was more, which worried me about tonight. I needed to tell Karen about Brenda, or at least make her aware of her. How I went about that, I was unsure. Maybe it would be best if I did it a step at a time, but I had the added pressure of Brenda wanting to meet my second girlfriend.

I didn’t want to lie to Karen, just like I had donetwice with my mum in the last ten minutes. ...

... If I could, I wanted to stay to the truth. She knew about David, that knowledge she had taken in her stride. So I hoped, but there was something else pressing, and this one was my immediate concern.

What should I wear tonight?

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I stood there, undecided. There was a large selection of my wardrobe clothes laid out on my bed; I was trying to choose what to wear for the night. It was a strange feeling dressing for another woman. When I went out with men, if it was warm, I just wore short, tight and obvious clothes. I just wanted them to keep my date interested in me, or quite likely attract attention, and flirt with other men.

But dating a girl? Especially one who had said she preferred me in trousers. Well, it had left me confused, and that was not normal. For heaven’s sake, I used to work in a clothes shop. I thought.

Well, I could wear jeans I thought, but I wore them last time. I glanced up at my sister, Ella. She was sitting on the top bunk bed, reading, “The Lighthouse” by Virginia Woolf. She was one of three authors whom she had studied last year.

Due to failing chemistry, I had been bumped down, and I now found myself in Ella’s year. It was something she teased me about. At least we were not in the same classes; I studied Math and Basic Accountancy, and my sister English Literature.

“Who is Karen?” Ella suddenly asked while looking at me. It was clear she had been earwigging.

“A new friend,” I said, hoping my sister would leave it at that. Not ...