On Tuesday morning, with the air still fresh, I escaped from my house. I wanted to make sure that there was no last-minute change of plans by my mother, as I didn’t want another day staying at home, babysitting. If things changed, Ella would be there, and she could look after our two younger brothers, as, after all, I had done it all day yesterday.
I also needed to keep my two appointments. The first one was with Jaz in the local park. With so much going on in our lives, it felt so long since we had seen each other. We needed to catch up, but the truth was, it had only been three days.
The park wasn’t far. You could see its nearest edge from my bedroom bay window. So with that in mind, I took the extra precaution of suggesting to Jaz that we meet at the seats on the other side of the duck pond. It was covered, away from the beaten track and a place we used to sometimes hide and make out in the evenings.
If they looked for me, there, I knew I would not be seen by any of my family. I didn’t want any risk of being told I had to babysit, though, at least tomorrow, my two young brothers will be back at school.
The second appointment was with Brenda. Today my pussy felt a little better, but I still wanted to try her numbing cream. I knew she had been busy prepping for a Spanish client, but a big part of me hoped she had developed a few of our modelling photos. So far, she had only developed some black and white ones of me in the nude, one of which was going to be full size and hung on Brenda’s bedroom wall.
Despite my still slightly sore pussy, I had a spring in my step as last night with David had put me in a good mood. I might be going to miss him, but it now dawned on me that he might truly love me and better still; there was a good chance he would still want me when he and Sarah returned from Crete.
I first met Jaz when we were both fourteen. It was when I moved to this area from Yorkshire and not long after I first met David on that south coast beach. On my arrival at my new school, I was placed in the same class as Jaz and told to sit next to her. It was the start of a friendship that is still going strong today.
In a way, Jaz and I were kindred souls, and I simply could not imagine living my life without her being part of it. She is flirty, and we have shared many experiences. Though unlike me, until recently, she had only had two sexual partners, her long-term boyfriend Rob and, of course, me.
Jaz was waiting for me, and we both giggled as we realised we had managed to dress almost identically, a light blue blouse, denim jeans, trainers and a leather jacket. In my case, the last item had been given to me as a gift when I left the clothes shop where I used to work earlier this year.
We hugged and then caught up as Jaz, and I filled in each other as to what we had been up to over the last few days. We were both now out as being bisexual with our parents and friends, though in my case, at least with my mum, I told her I was a lesbian and in a relationship with Karen.
Jaz had been staying with Tina, her new butch lesbian girlfriend. Her divorced mother seemed not at all worried. She worked as a nurse and often stayed at her boyfriend’s place.
As we chatted and caught up, it surprised me some of the kinky things she and Tina had been sexually experimenting with. Though, I guess Jaz might have thought the same about me, especially as it was me with the sore pussy.
I need to reiterate that Tina is the polar opposite of Brenda when it comes to their girlfriends. She does not share them with other lesbians. Tina prefers them to be committed to her, though she had made an exception with Jaz, she could keep her boyfriend, Rob.
Tina may have reluctantly accepted Rob, especially as he was away in Germany. But there was no way she would accept me, despite Jaz and I being nearly as long together as Jaz and Rob.
As we talked, it felt strange we were now just good friends and no longer in an intense sexual relationship. However, I hadn’t yet missed Jaz’s loving touch, and the sex between us. It was mainly because there was so much going on in my life at the moment.
The main thing I gleaned from our chat was that Jaz was happy, despite her boyfriend being currently stationed in Germany. She told me Tina, and her were now an item, and she was enjoying experimenting with her.
Our conversation moved on to Jaz’s boyfriend and as it did so, I had a foreboding feeling.
This summer, when Rob was deployed to Germany, he told Jaz that he would be there for the next three years, training for a specialist position. Neither Jaz nor I knew what that meant as Rob was elusive, and then he told us both that it was a national secret.
With them now being apart for most of the year, Rob and Jaz had agreed that they could see other people. Like me, they now had an open relationship. But with one proviso, Jaz could only see and be with other girls. Rob had laid down the one rule, men were simply not allowed if Jaz wanted them to stay as a couple.
It was something which I had been surprised Jaz had agreed to. When David and I got together, my one condition was I could see others, as after Alan, I wasn’t ready for another serious relationship. I may have been more interested in expanding my relationship with girls, particularly with Brenda. But I insisted that men were not completely off the table.
I currently had no plans or desire to be with other men; I only wanted David. However, part of me knew it would only be a matter of time before I slipped and had sex with another man. So, reluctantly and only at my insistence, David had agreed, and then jokingly told me that girls didn’t count, anyway.
There is something else, and this one bothered me. Rob was one of my mistakes and maybe the biggest one, as I will have to tell David.
A few weeks before Majorca, with Rob going to Germany, Jaz and I put on a lesbian sex show for him. It was our going away present, a voyeur’s view of his girlfriend and her best friend having sex together on her double bed.
Rob had known about us for some while and, to his credit, he was okay with it. But with time, he had started to pressure Jaz to watch us girls together.
With me in my full slut mode, we were happy to oblige. But maybe it went further than I had intended, as Rob fucked me several times. He seemed to be only interested in me, and he didn’t use a condom. I had made sure beforehand that it was my safe period, just in case, but I knew I had been foolish, and I have vowed never to do it again.
Then I heard the exact words I didn’t want to hear from Jaz. “Rob is coming home in November, and he has asked me if we could put on another show for him.”
Jaz was smiling, looking at me, hoping.
I didn’t understand what she saw in Rob. Yes, he was amusing and could charm us with his funny stories, but beyond that? I suspected that beneath his skin; he was quite shallow. He certainly wasn’t as intelligent or as good-looking as Jaz.
However, she was my best friend. We knew everything about each other, and I didn’t want to flatly turn her down. I needed to be there for her, with her boyfriend being away. I just couldn’t seem to be cold, or even lukewarm. So, I said…
“Jaz, you know Tina will not share you with me, and I am not going to go behind her or even Brenda’s back. Besides, I have a boyfriend now.”
Jaz laughed, and then pointed out, “You had a boyfriend back then.”
“Alan, well, he doesn’t count.” It was a sheepish reply as I felt a twinge of guilt. Alan had looked after me for a long time, and what happened with him was part of the reason that made me determined not to cheat again.
Turning towards Jaz, I said. “I have not told David about Rob yet; I am not sure entirely why. We both know I will have to, but strangely, I sort of embarrassed that we put on a sex show for your boyfriend.”
“Embarrassed?” Jaz questioned. “I think David will love it; he is just as kinky as us.”
I weakly smiled. Jaz was right about David, but I still felt embarrassed to tell him. It was a strange feeling having a boyfriend who would probably fully accept my torrid past, yet not being confident enough to fully open up to him. I knew it was because I didn’t want to risk losing him, but I didn’t want to admit that to Jaz, either.
“You know, if we did it again, Rob would want to have sex with me!” I remarked, hoping it would put Jaz off the idea.
Jaz briefly turned away and drew her breath. From her reaction, I realised I had been hurtful, so I quickly said, “Sorry.”
Jaz’s eyes returned to mine.
“I know, but does that matter? For all I know, he is banging girls in Germany. He tells me he is not, but I am not sure I believe him, and one thing is for sure, it is unlikely to last forever.”
“Okay,” I guiltily sighed.
“When I tell David about your boyfriend and our sex show, I will also mention to him about Rob wanting to have a repeat. But you have to understand that David is likely to say no, and I won’t cheat on him. Another thing, if he says yes, then he is going to want a sex show, too, and he probably will want to fuck you, Jaz. Would you be happy with that?”
“Rob wouldn’t, but maybe he doesn’t have to know,” she questionably remarked. Her eyes were once again hopeful.
I was surprised by Jaz’s answer.
“What about you, Clare? Would you mind if I had sex with David? After all, you have been with Rob.”
I bit my tongue. Rob was a mistake; David wasn’t. Though I knew I was already sharing him with Sarah and maybe others. But I felt sorry for Jaz, so perhaps my answer was a little more open than I wanted it to be.
“I guess I be okay,” I shrugged, knowing I wanted to say something quite different.
“Look… If David says it is okay, and Tina agrees, which I feel is highly unlikely, especially as I am your ex. I will do it… Okay!”
I was deeply unsure about it, but I wanted to be loyal to my best friend, and I thought the odds of it happening were extremely low.
*****
I let myself into Brenda’s apartment with my newly won key, and as I did so, I noticed talking coming from the kitchen. As far as I knew, my girlfriend was busy prepping for a Spanish client, so I was surprised to see a whole group of people hunched around the kitchen’s central table.
Brenda was speaking but stopped as soon as she noticed me. She smiled and then beckoned me over. The others, all six of them, looked up and glared at me as if I were an alien.
“Clare, it's good to see you,” Brenda loudly announced as five of the six other people wondered who I was. Only Paula, Brenda's Personal Assistant and former girlfriend, knew.
I gingerly walked towards Brenda and the group. I stepped across the dance floor, mainly used for Brenda’s large and extravagant themed parties, which she held two or three times a year.
With each step, l became more and more aware that I was on show. Five sets of eyes burrowed into me, trying to work out who I was. However, there was one set smiling and knowing, especially after what happened Sunday.
Yet, as I carefully moved, I was just grateful that Brenda hadn’t loudly shouted to me across the room, “How’s your cunt; still sore?”
“My dear, let me introduce you to my inner circle and my board of directors,” Brenda happily chuckled.
It was a comment that made me pause as I suddenly felt that perhaps this was the wrong time to visit, that I shouldn’t be there.
Brenda chuckled again. She saw my hesitation. “I bet you didn’t know that I am not just your girlfriend, but also a limited company.” I didn’t know, and I wasn’t sure what she exactly meant.
With a wide smile, she introduced me as her girlfriend to her colleagues.
First to Paula, Brenda’s Personal Assistant and the only person in the room whom I had met before, other than Brenda.
“I am not sure I could manage without her,” my girlfriend stated, Paula giving me a wry smile.
“She organises me, runs the show.”
I knew the first part was true, but the second part? Only one person was running this show. Brenda not only wanted me to feel welcome, but she also wanted to show me off to her colleagues.
“You know about Hugo, and his partner, Desmond.” I shook hands with both of them.
Brenda and Hugo used to be married, and technically, they still were, as they had never divorced, though very few people outside this room knew that. They had just separated when Hugo told Brenda that he was a homosexual. That was when my girlfriend was twenty-one, and it took a few more years for Brenda to realise her sexuality. Then not until her late twenties that she came out as a lesbian.
It was also no surprise to find Hugo there. Brenda had told me that he was still her closest friend and confidant even though they had long since separated, and he had been living with Desmond for many years.
Hugo wasn’t quite what I expected as he was somewhat shorter than Brenda, five foot eight tops. He wore a light green jacket complete with patches on the elbows. With his round professor glasses that rested on his nose, you could easily mistake him for a schoolteacher. He looked slightly older than my girlfriend, with his light brown hair now tinged with a little grey, so maybe touching fifty.
“My dear, Desmond is so handy to have around. He often sees things differently to me, and may give me an alternative opinion.” They both softly laughed as I shook Desmond’s hand.
“What Brenda is trying to say is sometimes I may not just nod when she suggests what we are going to do.” I instantly liked him.
“A bit like me then!” I exclaimed, not thinking; though my comment did cause both Desmond and Brenda to chuckle.
Desmond was both slightly younger and taller than Hugo. It was obvious that he worked out at the gym, and then there was their skin colour. Hugo’s was a pale white, Desmond’s a dark olive. Though happy, in a way, they looked like a slightly odd couple.
Brenda pulled me on, her arm now locked around mine. She was making sure she was in control.
“This is William and his better half, Sandra.” Brenda went on to explain they were married; both accountants looking after both her personal and her company’s accounts.
William was tall, over six feet, and imposing, though much to my surprise, he bowed when we shook hands. Brenda needn’t have told me his occupation, a suit and a tie, while everyone else, including his wife, was dressed casually.
Sandra was just shorter than me; if you like Sarah’s height. I inwardly smiled when we shook hands as she pulled her husband close. It was as if she was worried about me trying to take her husband away from her. Didn’t she know I was with Brenda?
I made a note to talk to them both later, as accountancy was an occupation I was thinking seriously about as a future career.
“Oh William, dear,” Brenda dramatically said, drawing in all of her audience. “Please, could you just confirm to Clare that I am a millionaire? She wanted to know, and I may have made an error in letting slip that I was.”
I knew Brenda’s words were all part of her performance, but I couldn’t help blushing as William laughed deeply. I guessed he had heard all this before.
“I have to check, Brenda, but as long as you don’t spend too much on this young lady, I think you might just about keep your head above the million-pound line.”
I smiled back at William, though we all knew they were both having fun at my expense. Since the time I asked that question, it had become obvious that my girlfriend was worth tens, probably hundreds of millions of pounds.
The last person around the table was a younger woman, maybe just over thirty. She was introduced as Kate, Brenda’s personal lawyer.
“Kate keeps me out of the papers when I don’t want to be in them. Then helps put me in them when I do.” Brenda smiled, pausing for effect. “She also tries her best to keep me on the straight and narrow, though sometimes she may fall occasionally a little short on that!”
I almost expected a round of applause after that grand statement. There wasn’t one. They had all seen this before. However, what impressed me the most was that Brenda hadn’t muttered one swear word!
