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

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

... her fingers into me, Karen biting down on my neck, marking her territory by giving me a hickey.

It had only been a small cum, not like the earth-shattering one I had earlier with Brenda. But my body was fully satisfied, something now unusual, as it seemed to always crave sex.

As I looked up at my girlfriend, I smiled.

“You have done that before,” I whispered as I slid back up and put my panties back on. I didn’t want to make a mess of Mum’s driving seat.

“Clare, I masturbate a lot,” Karen blushed as if she had been surprised by my question. “Though my pussy has hairs on it,” she giggled.

Her innocence was once again there, shining through. There was something deeply attractive about it.

“Can I have a look at yours?” I whispered, hoping, during our post-coital cuddle. Tonight had been the first time we had done anything sexual together, other than a kiss.

“Not tonight,” Karen whispered as she kissed me again. “But I promise tomorrow you can do anything you want with me short of fucking me.”

I grinned.

“Providing you dress like Brenda, and that must include wearing a fake cock,” Karen said, then added her own grin.

“I have not got one,” I hastily replied, realising for the first time what Karen was suggesting.

“Not my problem,” she stated with a giggle, and then lifted the hem of her dress to give me a sneak glimpse of her black panties. “It's up to you,” then she pushed her dress hem back down.

I glared at her and then giggled. She may be a ...

... virgin, but innocent?I don’t think so; she certainly knew how to tease.

“I see what I can do,” I replied, knowing Brenda would love it. I then briefly wondered if Karen was teaching me a lesson, but surely she was too young and innocent for that.

Had I been too open with her?

Other than David, the last time I had been this open with someone had been with Bill, and the result was we broke up, and I went through the lowest point of my life.

I dropped Karen off with a kiss, and then, in tandem, we both cheerfully said, “See you tomorrow,” which led to a unison giggle.

Tonight had been a fun night, and I drove home happy, singing along to Michael Jackson.

When I got home, it wasn’t that late, but I was surprised to see the light still on in our bedroom. Ella was still awake. She was reading.

“How did your date go?” she asked, having put the book down.

Her civil question was a first. She normally just said something along the lines of… You’re walking funny? Got laid? Who was he? Or some cheap shot along those lines.

I smiled at her, not wanting to give too much away; yet wanting to treat her like I did earlier, as an adult.

“It was nice,” I replied. “We are going out again tomorrow night.”

“And the clothes you wore, where they alright?”

“Yes, perfect,” though as I said it, I knew I would be wearing somethingvery different tomorrow night. What it was going to be, I had no idea; that would be up to Brenda.

I got ready for bed, and as I did, I ...