Chloe’s Confessions Part 3 - Sex Stories

Chloe’s Confessions Part 3

... own, and I hastened to reassure her. “Of course, we’re still friends.” I thought of a way to make amends. “The stairs to 204th Street are right over here. Let’s go to a coffee shop and have something together.”

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It wasn’t until we had been at a table for a few minutes that we were able to deal with each other in a more usual way. I decided to have the first words there. I was feeling better and I was able to analyze the situation.

My first comment was tongue-in-cheek. “I guess we had our first fight.” But then I transitioned to being more serious. “It’s struck me that we, I mean all three of us, have blown the lid off of some powerful feelings and we don’t know how to handle that yet.”

She still seemed reluctant to answer me, so I took one of her hands in mine and said. “You know I’m still your friend. But part of all this has been a – well, it’s more than an experiment. We have gotten pretty serious with all this and maybe we didn’t realize it.” Then I added, “I have to know, how did you figure out what you wanted from me in the basement? Or from Jenny, for that matter?”

She paused for a moment, and then she told me. “I’ve seen photos of it, what women do with each other, in magazines. You must have an idea of what happens when they are, as I’d put it, getting it on.” Then she decided to reveal more. “There are also these things called strap-ons.”

I had never heard that term before. “What are those?”

“They are sort of like dildos – oh, never ...

... mind, it’s not that important.” I remembered that she was supposed to explain some things to me, but she never had.

In just a few days I had become more prepared to challenge her. I was calm but quite forceful as I said what was on my mind. “First of all, where are you getting these magazines from?” I doubted she had just walked into some store downtown and bought them. “Also, if you saw scenes of lesbian action, you must have thought you could just try them out on me.”

From her expression, I knew I had hit some key points. “Never mind where I got them; I’m not going to tell you right now. Also, we have been rather uninhibited recently in our ways of dealing with each other.”

I knew what I had to say. “Kissing me is one thing. But you don’t have the right to put your hands in my bra or pants without telling me first what you are going to do.” Intuitively, I knew this was a good lesson for us to learn because no one was offering us any guidance on how to behave in sexual situations. We had to figure it out for ourselves.

She looked a bit depressed, but she still tried to make light of it. “Yeah, what do they call guys who do that?Handsy?Fresh is a bit out-of-date now.” Then, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to offend you.”

The role of peacemaker was one I was good at. I used two of my hands to hold one of hers. “That’s all right, I’m not really mad at you. It’s just that we need to clarify things a bit first.” It seemed to go without saying that public sex in the middle of ...