"Clare" - Chapter 12:- Brenda’s Girl - “Rainbows - Part 1” - Sex Stories

"Clare" - Chapter 12:- Brenda’s Girl - “Rainbows - Part 1”

... sit down all night!

With a false smile, I whipped my cardigan off and looked down, expecting to see my nipples staring back at me. Helped by the dull lighting, it was with some relief that I found my light blue tube top hadmostly obscured them.

The champagne had been replaced by Pomagne, a bottle now rested on the booth’s central table. It was a fizzy cider, but also a drink that had the power to make me wobbly after just a couple of glasses. With me already feeling a little giddy, I vowed to slow my drinking down, as I wanted to make it through the night until the bar closed.

In an act of reassurance, Brenda put her arm around me, and together we took in the room's view; now mainly filled with females.

Relaxing, I looked across the booth to Tina and Jaz and I thought back to Tuesday’s conversation that I had with my best friend in the park. She had told me that with Rob’s permission, she had “all but” moved in with Tina, having only stayed at home twice in the last week.

But that nugget of information didn’t surprise me. Her divorced mum was hardly at home either. Instead, she chose to spend most of her free time at her boyfriend’s. Now Jaz, her only child, had turned eighteen. She had adopted the parenting policy that her daughter was old enough to look after herself.

However, what stunned me was some of the hardcore sexual acts Jaz was willing to participate in with her new girlfriend. This included something she called fisting. It was when Tina ...

... inserted her hand into Jaz’s pussy. She had told me that she liked being stretched, and the sexual stimulation of feeling full. It had become my ex-girlfriend’s thing, though it sort of shocked me and yet at the same time…spiked my interest.

In the two and half years Jaz and I were regularly having sex together, it had never come up. We didn’t know about fisting. The nearest we had ever come to it was inserting our fingers; but never a whole hand. I knew we all had our own little sexual kinks, but I couldn’t imagine Brenda ever wanting to do that to me.

At that moment, a lady walked over and spoke to Brenda. I grabbed my glass of Pomagne and sipped, wearingly. It was obvious she knew my girlfriend, but their brief conversation gave me a chance to evaluate this possible new date. She was attractive, possibly in her late thirties, with long straight black hair. She wore a colourful blouse, a short black skirt, and killer heels. But what caught my eye were her long and slender legs; they were made for dancing.

“This is Linda,” Brenda remarked as I shook her hand. “As soon as the music starts, she would like to have a dance with you.”

With a warm smile, I agreed. She was more my type. If all my dates looked like Linda, I would be happy to dance with them all.

Linda said she would come back for her dance a little later and then walked away in the direction of the lady's bathroom. As she did so, my eyes went first to her legs and then to her bottom. I could not help but ...