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

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

... girlfriend.” I steered well clear of the fact that it had been a Brenda test to chat Karen up and get her telephone number.

She never needed to know that!

Karen smiled warmly at mytruthful words. Her face seemed to lighten up. I was surprised she had not been put off by anything I had already said to her. But I knew she must have questions, probably with time, lots of them.

“But being honest with you means I need to tell you something else, and this one you may not like.”

I paused, knowing I needed to carry on being economical with the truth. I noticed Karen’s smile had gone, hopefully only temporarily.

“I do want to go out with you and take you to meet my parents. I wouldn’t have come out to them if I thought there wasn’t a chance we could be serious.”

I could feel Karen scrutinising me, not yet with questions; just with probing eyes and I hoped she did not work out that the last part was only partially true.

“You need to know, I am also seeing an older lady whom I met just before I saw you. She pursued me and wanted me to be her girlfriend. Her name is Brenda and is not like us. She is quite different. She identifies as being a butch lesbian.”

“Older, butch, what do you mean, different?” Karen rapidly questioned as she sipped her white wine. “She hasn’t got a dick, has she?”

I couldn’t help it. I giggled at Karen’s impromptu question. It might have been a serious moment, but I was also nervous about trying my best to express myself. Karen’s ...

... offhand comment was almost correct and also proved once again that she wasn’t completely innocent, my tension now ebbing away in the form of an uncontrollable laugh.

“Has she?” Karen asked again, smiling, a giggle now not so far away.

“Come on Clare, why are you laughing? You just told me you seeing someone else.I need to know.” Then Karen’s giggles started as she joined me.

Hopefully, she would still be laughing when I told her the truth. We only stopped when I noticed one or two of the pub's patrons looking at us.

“It is not serious, Karen, but you are right. You do need to know.”

I went on to tell her all about Brenda, her pieces, her wealth, and lastly, all about her rules. With the important fact being that I wasmeantto be sexually submissive to her.

When I finished talking about Brenda, without saying anything, Karen went to the bar and bought a wine for herself and for me; a pint of cider. Gone were all thoughts ofnotdrinking alcohol tonight. I was nervous about what Karen was going to say. She now knew so much about me. I had the feeling she would reject me; tell me I was a cheating slut.

“So you now have a bald pussy?” Karen said, not too silently, then grinned as my girlfriend passed me my cider.

I took a gulp and nodded, and then realised despite what I had just said, that Karen was once again smiling at me. She still seemed to want me and showed no signs of being put off by my baggage. I shivered; pleased, but was apprehensive as I needed to ...