The Third Date 02: Dazed by Dizraeli - Sex Stories

The Third Date 02: Dazed by Dizraeli

... stressing," Jenny said, squeezing my hand before getting up. "Look it's late - gosh, it's after midnight - I've got to go to bed, school tomorrow. But honey, if you want to be with Kate, you can be."

"You make it sound so simple..."

"Oh but it is - you still need to go on my date remember!"

"You wouldn't!"

"Oh yes I would! Night babe." She kissed me on the cheek and headed upstairs.

"Come on Priya, we should go up too babe. Look, it's going to be fine. Trust. We're all with you in this. I don't think you realise how much the three of us love you fam."

I dragged myself up to bed and washed up in a daze, my mind a whirr. Was I gay? Bi? Suddenly, so much potentially made sense, though how much was I just overthinking? My closeted gay boyfriend and flings had been rather effeminate. And Kate. I'd had a tendency in Uni to throw myself at boys on the dancefloor, but it had been after I'd worked myself up dancing with girls - was it really them I'd fancied? Or the girls I'd been dancing with? And Kate. There had never been fireworks in the bedroom with any boys. Even my reaction to my cello took on a new light. And Kate, always my mind kept circling back to Kate. The way she smiled, the way she laughed, the way she listened, the way she moved. Oh my God. Maybe this was it! I was never going to sleep like this.

I needed to read something, but I'd just finished a book Jenny had lent me called "The Henna Wars" and... oh, the sneaky little minx! She'd been feeding ...

... me lesbian texts for the past few weeks and I hadn't even noticed what she was up to!

Wait, I had a reading list, didn't I? I pulled out my phone and checked the forwarded messages from Nadine. They were all links to a site called "literotica". God! Had I been sent porn? The thought made me cringe a little. But instead they were all links to stories: "A girl named Mitch", "Wheels in motion", "Her", "Could you be mine?", "Roses for Erin", "My dearest Nicole", "Evergreen kiss", "The case of the sneaky valentine", "A blind date for the holidays." I opened the last one and started reading.

I gave into exhaustion, emotional and physical, sometime around 4, surrounded by a pile of crumpled tissues, my eyes red from all the joyful tears I'd been crying.

I didn't do much at all with my day off, not that I'd planned to, so I spent the day immersed in the stories, pausing only to Whatsapp grateful thanks to Leila, Nadine and Jenny. I was tempted, very tempted to message Kate too, but I didn't know what to say and I'd quickly realised from reading these beautiful tales that there were things I needed to do and work out before I said anything that led her on. Thankfully, she was away at a conference in Canterbury then spending Sunday with her parents on the way back. That gave me time before I had to see her. There were things I needed to do, and the stories were making it clear what they were.

Finally, in front of me, were characters I saw myself mirrored in. The fantasy land ...