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

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

... wonder if it was as tight as Millie’s. It was only then I noticed Brenda smiling. She had been watching me and, like David, she seemed to always know what I was thinking, though perhaps I was easy to read.

“Remember Clare, when you dance with Linda, you must be nice to her. Let her touch and explore your body with no restrictions. I want you to actslutty.”

That last word sent a tingle down my spine. It seemed that this year I had been doing a lot ofactingslutty.

Brenda then added. “Make yourself available, and do remind them that you are free to date others. I always want to share my girlfriends.”

“I will, as I want that too,” I softly replied; though my mind was still mulling over my girlfriend's words.

What we were indirectly talking about was Brenda's rule four: “With Brenda’s permission, I am to be shared sexually with other lesbians.” I had agreed to it, but tonight had got me thinking.

I had Karen to think about, but it was more than just her. There was Millie, though it was unlikely; what if Brenda said noto me seeing her?

Surely that was my decision.

While Linda looked interesting to me, Shannon and touchy-feely Helen just didn’t. It made me ask myself, how many of those six unknown names fell into that latter group?

Inside, I felt uncertainty in this new slutty role. Yes, I wanted to please my girlfriend, but only under my terms. I needed my independence, though I was drawn towards this new, lesbian, slutty role.

“How far do you want me ...

... to go?” I whispered. I didn’t want the others to hear.

“My dear, that’s up to yourdate. However, I would suggest you use the bathroom cubicles if you want to fuck.I hear stall four is very popular.” Brenda’s reply had been so much louder, it was clear she wanted Paula, Tina and even Jaz to hear.

I stared at Brenda; though it wouldn’t be the first time that I had made out in a cubical. Jaz and I had secretly done that a few times in the past.

“Don’t worry, my dear. It happens frequently here, especially on Friday and Saturday nights. The management has been instructed to turn a blind eye.”

How would she know that I thought?

“The important thing is that you get each lady's telephone number.”

“Each?” I only planned to dance with Linda.

Brenda smiled and then kissed me. The conversation was over.

As if on cue, the deejay started playing music. I took refuge in my glass of Pomagne, knowing that in a few minutes, Linda would come over and ask me for a dance. Then, as soon as I stood up, my ass would go on show to the room. All I could hope for was that she waited until there were at least a few other couples out there on the dance floor. That would give me at least a little cover.

Thankfully, Linda waited a good ten minutes before she appeared. I emptied my glass and luckily, the dance floor had done the opposite. It was already three-quarters full. Hopefully, we would mingle and then vanish amongst the dancing, same-sex couples.

I stood, breathed in, ...