Sunday morning started a little different to normal. It was Dad, up and making our brother's breakfast. There was simply no sign of Mum, and that was very unusual. It felt a little strange.
When she did come down and eventually greeted us; it was with a knowing smile, especially when she saw me.
Other than that, life went on as if nothing had happened. My guess was Mum had not mentioned anything to Dad about our brief embarrassing meeting last night, and that suited me fine. I wanted to keep it our secret.
I left home early, not wanting to stay a home longer than I had to. Instead of a train, I caught a Sunday bus, but still managed to arrive at Karen’s a little early. Today was all about meeting her mum, Trish. We had spoken on the telephone a couple of times, and I already knew she was a cheerful sort of lady. But beyond that, it was going to be all new to me.
However, Karen and I had already carefully planned out our story of how we met. There certainly was not going to be any mention of me flashing my pussy. Today wasn’t going to be the day that my girlfriend opened up to her mum about her sexuality.
With Karen, I hoped she could accept me for what and who I am. I also hoped that whatever happened today, Karen would remain a friend. That would be easy to accept, as it wasn’t like we had a real ongoing relationship. For me, our connection was more one of sexual experimentation.
Karen’s parents lived in a narrow terrace house. It had a blue front door which made the house stand out from the others on the terrace, with their dull brown doors. I paused there for a second by the front gate which was painted the same colour as the front door. These rows of houses had been originally built to house the dockworkers but were now sought-after properties. Though narrow, they were long and had lengthy rear-walled gardens.
This would be the first time I stepped into such a place.
I pushed the doorbell and a middle-aged lady with ginger hair answered. She was dressed in clothes that made her look older than her thirty-eight years. It could only be Trish.
I introduced myself.
She had been expecting me and took my coat as I was shown inside. We were standing in a long corridor which ran along the shared wall with the next property. All the rooms were to the right. We walked past the front room and then the stairs. We then turned right, though I noticed three more doors further down the corridor with the one at the end almost certainly the back door.
It soon became clear I had been shown to the kitchen. Karen was sitting at the large wooden table. She smiled but didn’t move as we looked at each other, our secrets still safe.
The kitchen felt homely, deliberately old-fashioned, and I realised this was the centre of Karen’s family home, both in location and when it came to socialising. It was a big room, dominated by a huge Aga stove and its brick chimney above it. However, there was one thing the room was missing, and that was windows. It was as if we were shut away from the rest of the world.
Trish started making us all a cup of tea, and as she did so, she told me all about Karen. She said it was nice she had another friend beyond Shana. I felt sorry for Karen as Trish started to run through her childhood right from the day she was born. It was an action that reminded me of my Mum, but at least there was no photograph album produced.
A hot cup of tea was put in front of each of us, along with a whacking great slice of cake. It was with a smile I checked whether it was in the shape of a turtle. It wasn’t.
As I sat there, I learned all about Karen’s family. Like mine, her Dad’s name was John, but that is where the similarities stopped. She had an older brother, Steven, though everyone called him Steve, and a younger, fifteen-year-old sister, Jane.
This morning, they had all gone to London to watch our local professional soccer club’s big match. Trish told me she had been surprised that Karen had chosen not to go along too, as normally she would follow the local football team. She then added that Karen played for the local under-eighteen side if she was not working.
Until then, I had no idea Karan had any interest in soccer, let alone she played the game. I explained to Trish the only one who now did sport in my home was my Dad, another John. He had recently taken up golf to help him in his sales manager position.
The conversation was like the kitchen, warm and pleasant. In a way, I felt like I was being introduced to the family even if none of them were there, apart from Trish. With the carefully constructed story of who I was and how we met done, I told a very G-rated version of my life. David was mentioned; Sarah wasn’t. And as previously agreed; Brenda didn’t exist!
These were all names that would only come out at the right time for Karen; that is, if she still wanted to be with me.
Just as I left, Trish gave me an invitation to Karen’s eighteenth birthday party. I thanked her and noticed it was going to be held on October 6th at the same Social Club that Brenda was picking us both up from in a few minutes.
“Well, that went well,” I said as we walked down the road towards the Social Club car park.
“I do have more friends than just Shana,” Karan irritably stated.
It seemed that she had been annoyed by her mum’s earlier comment. It was a feeling I knew well, and it made me want to hold her hand. Yet, I just couldn’t, at least not here.
To help, I explained that while I had a wide social circle of friends, there was only one person who I called my best friend, and that was Jaz. I also explained that she was my ex-girlfriend, but we are still good friends. I did not add that I had sex with her only two nights ago, and I was hoping to hook up with her tomorrow.
I then hopefully added, “You will probably meet her soon.”
Karen looked at me and then pulled her coat around herself a little tighter. While yesterday’s weather had been warm and sunny, today’s had turned blustery. There was rain in the air.
“I didn’t know you played football,” I stated. “Actually, I didn’t know girls played the game. We never had the option at our school. For us, it was strictly netball, rounders, swimming or gym.”
“Clare, it was the same for me, but I used to play football with the boys until I started getting these.”
Karen pointed to her small, perky boobs.
“Then they banned me. Though perhaps it was because I was better than most of them.”
We both smiled. Though, for some reason, I thought of David as he was meant to be good at football, too. He was always keen to tell me that, as well as the fact that he had given it all up, so he had time to be with both Sarah and me. I didn’t know much about the game, but I did know each team had a goalkeeper.
“Did you play in goal?” I asked, trying to both show an interest… and be clever.
Karen started laughing, which I knew was at my expense, but it felt good to hear.
“No, I am a little short for that; I am a winger like George Best.”
I nodded. Even I had heard of him.
“What sports do you play?” Karen asked as we reached the Social Club car park.
I thought of horse riding, dancing, and then grinned as fucking flashed through my head. It earned me a nudge, as Karen seemed to have already worked out how my mind worked!
“That doesn’t count,” she said with a smile, which made me once again realise she wasn’t that innocent at all.
“Dancing,” I said. “But please keep it to yourself as I have not told anyone, not David, not Sarah, and certainly not Brenda. I want to keep it a secret until I have time to show my talent.”
I looked at Karen and grinned once again. This grin was meant to be innocent, but I received a second nudge, which made me chuckle as nudging was what I did! Receiving them was not normal, but it did remind me that they could work both ways.
I was enjoying my conversation with Karen. She seemed to be open to talking as we stood there. So, I went on to explain about my dancing and that I had been quite good at it, winning several competitions.
Karen explained she had all but given up playing football as now she worked most Saturdays.
“Anyway, once you turn eighteen you need to play for an adult woman’s team and I don’t know of one that is local to here.”
As we stood there chatting, I explained about Brenda and her ‘occasional’ swearing. I also filled in a little more about her and what I had said to her yesterday, though I knew that was not necessarily what Karen wanted to hear.
“I am just not ready for a monogamous relationship with you, Karen. It is not just Brenda, I also have David to think about. I am going through a phase in my life where I have a chance to sexually experiment, and I don’t want to keep that a secret from you.”
“Okay, I understand. We are still young.”
I wasn’t sure if Karen sounded a little disappointed, but if she was, it was no more than that.
It was at that moment that Brenda’s car pulled into the car park. I was thankful it was her normal pale blue mini and not the purple limo.
With brief introductions, Karen got into the car’s rear seat and I joined her. I then put my arm around her and pulled her close. It was an act to make sure she felt wanted.
The short journey to the “Anchorage Pub” was one where Brenda talked about herself. Unlike yesterday, there were no details. She certainly didn’t mention her personal life or money. Despite not having any reason to be, I had the impression Brenda was a little nervous. I knew this was a first for her, an official girlfriend whom she had encouraged to date someone else.
In comparison, Karen seemed to be relaxed, her head now lying on my shoulder, her hand resting on my jean-clad thigh, sometimes squeezing it. Though we hadn’t yet talked, it made me wonder if she was trying to claim me.
With us pulling into the pub’s car park and Brenda concentrating on parking her car. I leaned across and whispered to Karen, “Brenda is a millionaire.” I knew my words were selling her hundreds of millions short, but I needed Karen to know.
Brenda insisted on paying for the lunch, just like I knew she would. We were shown to a table at the pub's rear. This one overlooked the fields and the pub overflow car park, so we were not watching the bobbing boats and the large port-bound container ships today. Strangely, I felt a little disappointed.
We were all dressed similarly in jeans, jumpers, and coats, which now hung on the chair's rear. With our orders placed, we had time to talk and to get to know one another. But I needed to know if Karen wanted to be my girlfriend still. Now she knew the truth. Which was; that I was going to carry on sexually experimenting with other ladies. I wasn’t leaving Brenda, and though my public persona was one of a lesbian, I was very much in love with David and secretly in a three-way relationship with him and his other girlfriend, Sarah.
Yes, my life was complicated, but yesterday I had got one thing clear. Brenda, my butch lesbian girlfriend, my top, was going to be just that. Right now, it was time to find out if Karen wanted to carry on being my girlfriend. It would be a different and unfamiliar role for me. I was not used to doing the chasing but as I sat there; keeping Karen was the only thing I wanted.
I had to ask the question.
“Karen, now you know what I am like. I am not ready to settle down, especially as I just started to explore this life. I need to know…”
Karen broke into my sentence as Brenda watched on. “I can wait,” she said as her hand rested on my thigh, my other thigh already having my other older girlfriend's hand on it.
“I have been thinking about it, and I accept you have always been a bit of a slut.”
I was slightly shocked Karen used the S-word, not because I was in denial, but more by the fact it had come from her and not Brenda, who was currently quietly chuckling at what Karen had just said.
“Clare, I also think you are right. We are young, and I need to get out there and see who I am, too. But I want to do that from the comfort of being on your arm. So yes, I do want to carry on being your girlfriend. I will contest with Brenda for your attention. Let’s see where it takes us, but I will not wait forever.”
I smiled. I wanted to kiss Karen, though I knew I couldn’t. Instead, I squeezed both Brenda’s and Karen’s hands as they rested on each thigh. My needy pussy was now distinctly wet in anticipation.
The conversation that followed was light and a little different to the other conversations that resided around the eating area in the pub. Brenda and Karen got to know one another, and importantly, my second girlfriend got to accept my first.
As for me, I tended to look on, slightly giddy. My relationship with Brenda was obvious; we both knew what we wanted and where we stood with one another.
However, it was my relationship with Karen that had me feeling unsure. It was uncertain, exciting and in a way dangerous as Karen ticked every box for me except one… She wasn’t a blonde.
But did that really matter? I asked myself, I knew the answer was no.
With the rain now pouring down, we let Brenda back her car up to the pub door before we jumped in the back. Both Karen and I were chuckling at our rather damp driver.
“You can always walk, my dears,” she rather pointedly stated.
“Well, look at it this way,” I chuckled. “Tomorrow you are going to be in Madrid, and it will be warmer than here, even if it is raining.”
Brenda smiled at me and then pulled away.
Originally, I planned to spend the afternoon with Karen, but the inclement weather meant we had nowhere to go other than staying at her house and talking. Brenda could also give me a lift home.
We dropped Karen off at her front gate with a promise that we go out Tuesday evening if I had use of my mother's car. With a smile, we said goodbye with a promise that I would phone the next evening.
It wasn’t until we were well up the road that Brenda pulled over, and I carefully climbed into the front seat. Soon after that, as we drove down the main road, I put my hand on her piece.
“Have you anything planned this afternoon?” I grinned.
I didn’t need to say any more.
Brenda and I spent the afternoon in bed. It was warm and cosy. We had time to talk, and importantly cuddle in between those moments when she sexually took care of me. With no pressure of time and our increased familiarity, we explored each other’s bodies. My girlfriend even let me go down on her, my tongue eventually finding her ass. She knew my kinks; like I knew hers.
