The Third Date 02: Dazed by Dizraeli - Sex Stories

The Third Date 02: Dazed by Dizraeli

... of time before with men who were patient, noble and strong was revealed as precisely that - a fantasy. Unobtainable, irrelevant. Here was a template for my life, a roadmap for what I was feeling and where it might lead that both thrilled and scared me. But I was not going to make the same mistakes that these characters made.

Replaying conversations with Kate in my head as I started on supper, I realised that the girl who Anastasia had left rather than come out to her parents must have been her. That must have been heartbreaking. I could see how, even if she was as into me as Jenny assured me she was, she might be reticent about going out with a girl who wasn't out to her friends and family, or, worse, was merely bi-curious. I'd need to convince her this wasn't the case. If anything happened between us, we needed to be on an equal footing.

I considered myself. That my friends would support me wasn't ever in question: I knew that in the heart of me. Work: Paul wouldn't care and neither would our clients - there were plenty of LGBTQ+ people in the film and television industry. It wouldn't even be a thing.

My family. Well, while they were solidly middle-class, they weren't religious, so I doubted they'd have any objection on those grounds. It had been May's immigration rules, not Cameron legalising gay marriage that had finally put them off the Tories. My parents had been to at least one gay wedding, one of my Dad's colleagues, that I was aware of, so presumably ...

... were fine with it in principle, though I'm sure it was always different when it was your own daughter. At least both my older siblings had already provided grandchildren, so I wouldn't get any guilt-tripping on that score. What about my brother and sister? Veena was 12 years older than me, Jay 10 - I was the unplanned accident my parents had in their late 30s. They'd both moved out before I'd turned 10, so were distant figures, more like an aunt or uncle: I doubted they would care, but it wouldn't matter to me if they did. It wouldn't affect my life.

No, it was my parents I needed to talk to. I loved them dearly, even if we didn't see eye to eye on some things. Would their disapproval put me off? I pondered that. Hard to know; it would definitely hurt, but would it really change anything? Still, if I was going to have a wobble, it would be better to do it before anything happened. I briefly entertained the fantasy of calling them up on speaker and coming out to them while Kate held my hand, perhaps in response to some comment from her that she couldn't date a girl in the closet, but then dismissed that as ridiculous grandstanding that could so easily backfire.

Well, waiting wouldn't make it any easier. It was 5:30 pm on a Friday. Hopefully, they'd be home.

Deep breath. She answered after the third ring.

"Hi Mum."

"Priya darling. How lovely. How are you? Let me call your dad. I'll put you on speaker."

We chatted easily for a while, talking about work and my ...