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

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

... music off, I pulled up, making sure we were alone. We were.

I looked at Karen. She was watching me, smiling, which was a good sign.

“Now if you going to tell me that you never taken anyone else here. If you tell me differently, I know you are not telling me the truth.”

I spluttered and went to correct Karen, then shut up, all in a matter of one second. She may be wrong, but I had already bent the truth enough tonight. Instead, I leant across and kissed her, which brought a warm smile. It was exactly what I needed; her touch.

Her acceptance of who I am.

We broke apart. Her eyes looked at mine.

“Clare, I like to meet Brenda.”

Her surprise words caused me to smile widely and say, “I like that too.”

Karen’s hand came down to rest on my bare thigh, just under the hem of my short skirt. We both looked down as she stroked the inside of it and I instinctively opened my legs slightly.

“You know what I want to see,” Karen grinned, as she kissed my neck.

I breathed harder. My pussy may have been slightly numb and sore, and I might have cum hard this afternoon. But my body was responding to Karen’s hand on my inner thigh. Her fingers were gently rubbing and her kisses, little pecks on my neck, teasing me into submission.

She already had me.

I pulled my short skirt up; my black panties came into view. Karen’s delicate fingers brushed across them. I gasped, my hand now searching for her breasts, our kisses suddenly urgent before she pushed me ...

... away;rejected?

“Show me your pussy, Clare; I have never seen one completely shaved before.”

I quickly whipped my slightly damp knickers off and placed them in my handbag.

Karen grinned as she looked down, her hand moving higher, as my legs opened. I wanted her to touch me, to explore.

“I have been thinking,” my girlfriend’s mouth now close to my ear, her tongue flicking its lobe. “You asked me what I would like my girlfriend to wear.”

“Yes,” I gasped as Karen’s fingers brushed across my shaved mound. To give Karen more room, I pushed my left leg up over the gearstick. My legs spread much wider. I wanted her to touch me, finger me, and make me cum.

“Well, I have no experience with girls like Brenda. So how would I know?”

I cuddled into Karen as her fingers and eyes explored my slippery hole. She wasdriving my body wild, her every little touch getting the desired reaction.

“Tomorrow, I like you to dress like Brenda, including wearing a fake cock. I want the experience of going out with a girl dressed like a man. When we have done that, I can then tell you the answer. You have to remember; when I lose my virginity, I want it to be with another girl, with her wearing a strap-on dildo, penetrating me.”

I gasped, “Okay,” not really thinking. My pussy was now awash as Karen’s fingers continued to fuck me.

We quietly carried on, me bucking, gasping; I had not tried to touch my girlfriend at all. Then it happened. I started to come, my hand grabbing Karen’s, pulling ...