Chloe’s Confessions Part 3 - Sex Stories

Chloe’s Confessions Part 3

... the afternoon wasn’t a good idea. I continued, “I know the three of us have to make this up as we go along. There’s no one to help us with this.” Then I noticed something. I smiled to show that I was amused. “My bra is still open and it’s just dangling there. Fortunately, my tits are pretty small, so no one will notice.”

Gina smiled too, but I could see that she was now uncomfortable in my presence. Then I used one of her own tactics, which was to be daring and further sexualize the conversation. “You’ve thought a lot about me when you are alone, haven’t you?”

That surprised her a bit. “Do you mean . . .”

“You know what I mean. I admit, I’ve thought about you too, a lot in the last couple of days.”

“I’m not sure why you’ve brought this up.”

“Because, honey, you brought it up when you started touching me.” That sounded harsher than I had intended.

She began a roundabout explanation of herself. “Usually when you have fantasies about somebody, they are completely unobtainable. But you and Jenny are very close to me, we’ve seen each other’s bodies. It’s a little hard to deal with that kind of intimacy.”

I didn’t want to continue the conversation, but neither did I want to hurt her feelings more than I had to. “Let’s just see how things develop. Take it slow, we are all living right here in this neighborhood.” Then I suddenly changed the subject. “You know who I imagined being recently? Marilyn Monroe.”

She was interested in that. “Really? Which ...

... movie.”

“Well,The Seven Year Itchis one.” It had been on TV, cut up by a lot of commercials. “The way she’s swinging her hips at the beginning, it looks like she’s going to knock the banister right off the stairs.”

“I like how she tells him that she keeps her drawers in the freezer. She’s playing that guy through the whole thing, and he’s too besotted to notice it.”

I asked, “So who would you like to be, I mean celebrity-wise?”

“I know who, Faye Dunaway.”

“Hah, if you had a submachine gun, it would be bigger than you are.”

“I don’t want to shoot people. But I would like to drive a getaway car really fast. What makes did they have back then?”

“Clyde liked Fords, from what I understand.”

Neither of us had seen that movie although it was periodically shown at revival theaters. But it was R-rated and both of us looked a bit young to pass for seventeen. I wished we could get somebody to be our “guardian” and get us into such movies. Both Gina and Jenny had sisters, but they were younger than they were. But that movie had been so influential that there had been a ton of publicity revealing what was in it.

So we relaxed as we talked about movies – actors saying lines written by other people. We were young enough to go into a trance when we were at a theater. The magic of films was that the audience could suspend disbelief and believe on some level that they were seeing something real.

At one point, Gina asked me. “Aren’t you supposed to have dinner soon? ...