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"Clare" - Chapter 6:- Dating Karen - "The Frog and the Thistle”
Date: 4/30/2024, Categories: Novels, Author: wxt55uk
... mention a lot more; I could already hear Brenda’s words in my ears,drive the conversation. “Karen,” I said. I was looking for the right words. “With Brenda, I just wanted to experiment, find out what it was like being with a butch lesbian, and yes, it is still ongoing.” Karen raised an eyebrow. I thought she was going to call me out. Then she took a sip of her wine, waiting for me to carry on, or make a confession, fall on my sword. “She is more than ten years older than my mother. Honestly, we are not that serious, but I have no current plans to stop seeing her.” I just hoped I didn’t sound too needy, too feeble, the opposite of what I was meant to be tonight! “She wants to meet you, Karen.” “Oh, she knows about me?” she gasped, then giggled. It was as if she was not too bothered, which worried me but was better than outright rejection. “Yes, she gave me some advice on dating another girl as I have never dated a girl before, only slept with them!” “Clare, you know I have not dated anyone or slept with them. You are the first, and ever since we met, I have always wanted you to be the first. But I have not needed advice…What did she say?” Karen’s question showed that she was interested, and perhaps more importantly, still wanted to go out with me. “She said I should ask you what you look for in another girl. I know you said you prefer girls in trousers or uniforms, but Brenda suggested other things, perhaps more intense things.” I didn’t want to ...
... say anymore, as I wanted Karen to come up with her own ideas, but that didn’t happen. I soon realised that she wanted to hear Brenda’s ideas first. “For the future, she suggested things like being with a girl that looks more like a man. Wearing man’s clothes, piercings, tattoos and even being with a girl like Brenda, who enjoys wearing a fake cock. But her main suggestion was for me to ask you, what sort of girlfriend are you looking for?” I paused. Karen was smiling, then giggling, just like I had a few moments ago. Had I said too much, or was it worse? “What is it?” I questioned, and then gingerly smiled. “Drink up. We need to get out of here.” I feared Karen was going to ask me to take her back home. But I was wrong! As we left, she whispered in my ear, “I need to see your bald pussy!” ***** I drove to my go-to place, as it is not far from where I live. It was where I had first been with Brenda and where David had fucked me over the bonnet. Maybe it was not the most private place, as a footpath ran close by. But it was night and getting late, and had one advantage: it was fairly well-lit, with light coming from a nearby industrial estate. The truth was in the last year; I had been here many times with various men, but this was the first time I had chosen to drive anyone there, man or woman. The relatively brief journey had been made in silence, just background music. My pussy becoming moist thinking about Karen soon exploring it. Turning the ...