Wednesday was all about going back to college, though no actual lessons, as it was just an orientation day. I didn’t need to find my classes as I had attended the same college last year, but I did have to get hold of my lecture timetable.
This was my last chance, if I failed at college again there would be no possibility to study accountancy. I would be back in a dead-end job, or perhaps more likely, half naked and swivelling my hips around a chrome pole.
At college this year, I will be taking A-level maths and basic accountancy. It was with the view that I would find a job where the business pays to put me through the qualifications needed to become a company accountant.
However, to do that, I needed to pass A-level maths, a subject that I had always excelled at, in fact, top of my year. As for Basic Accountancy, it was nothing more than a handy add-on course which I had to attend to make enough hours for free college. It was not essential, like maths, but it would look good on my C.V.
So, it was extremely disappointing to find that my timetable included double maths on Tuesdays. It meant that my first maths lesson was scheduled for the day I was helping David move into his new flat. I wanted to be there. For me, it was essential that I was part of my boyfriend’s big move.
Other than that, one day, my timetable was very friendly. There were no lessons on Monday mornings or all day on Fridays.
Luckily, I knew there was one person who could help me with this Tuesday, Mr Perkins. He was the Head of the Maths Department and the teacher who had in the summer given me my career advice about studying maths and becoming an accountant. I also knew he had a sweet spot for me, well, mainly for my legs and breasts.
With a mission, I brushed my hair, smartened myself up, undid a blouse button, then another one for luck and went to see the elderly Mr Perkins. I hoped my womanly charms would help me miss Tuesday’s double lesson without a non-attendant mark against my name.
With the Head of the Department looking down my blouse, I explained my situation, that I was moving house and I simply couldn’t make this Tuesday's lesson.
Though I kept this to myself, I still worried that I would start doing something destructive. Have another downward spiral, and then not make the required seventy-five per cent attendance needed to pass the course.
For the whole time I was in his office, Mr Perkins's eyes had focussed on my cleavage. By the time I left, I almost had him planning to help me with my house move. I never told him that it was my boyfriend who was moving and not me.
With my Tuesday attendance confirmed, I went to the maths classroom. There were fourteen in it, four girls, and ten boys. They were all a year younger than me, and I didn’t know any of them, so I just took a seat at the back, resigned that I would be sitting on my own this year. I mean, what straight girl wants to sit next door to a lesbian?
From my seat, I looked around and realised that this year at college was always going to be different. Even if I had been single and looking for a man, none of these boys would have been of interest to me, they were all too young. Like Sarah, these days my eyes only looked at older, more interesting men.
It was just before lunch and time to wrap up the orientation day when Debbie approached me. She told me that she didn’t know anyone either, and had seen me last night at Flamingo’s with my girlfriend.
I was surprised she remembered me.
We chatted, and it was agreed that we would sit next to one another. We both knew that it was always good to have someone in your class who you could rely on to take notes for you if you missed a lesson. Debbie and I agreed with one another to do just this if the other wasn’t there.
“See you on Monday,” I said.
Debbie grinned, turned, and left. As I watched her cross the classroom, my eyes naturally homed in on her tight bottom and then panned out to take in the rest of her body. I sensed she knew I was watching her, and I had an uneasy sensation that I might be letting myself in for trouble.
However, there was also a bonus; Debbie was a leggy blonde.
*****
I was holding Karen's hand, and we were standing in front of my parent’s house. She was shaking, a little unsure, a little scared. What she was wearing probably didn’t help either, as Karen had listened to my advice. Under her coat, she only wore a short red dress and G-string knickers. Yes, I checked. It was also fairly obvious that she wasn’t wearing a bra.
Wickedly, I had failed to mention where we were going tonight until I parked the car. I had been discrete, as I didn’t want Karen to back out. I wanted and needed our relationship to take the next step and though my girlfriend was yet unaware; she needed that too.
Tonight we were a couple, and I knew my mum was on her own, my dad travelling for work. I wasn’t sure if my sister was in, and my brothers didn’t care. They were too young to appreciate that Karen was more than just a friend.
“It isn’t large, but it is home,” I said as we stood there.
“Your house is wider than mine,” Karen nervously replied.
“Come on, Karen. Your home is like the Dartford Tunnel. it's long and goes on and on,” I giggled.
That brought a laugh from my girlfriend. She knew I was right.
“Mum knows I am introducing you tonight and, like me; that you are gay.”
Karen doubtfully looked at me. She knew that I was bisexual and not a true lesbian. So I decided to say a little more.
“I have told everyone. They all know I now identify as a lesbian. Only you, David, Sarah, Jaz, Ella, Tina, Brenda and Paula, know that is not strictly true, and I want to keep it that way.”
“That is quite a few people,” Karen remarked.
I smiled. I knew she was right.
“Karen, I feel very comfortable being in a relationship with you, and I don’t have a problem waiting for you to come out as I have. However, until you do, we cannot fully explore what an all-girl relationship is really like.” I then softly added, “You have to remember this is new for me, too. I have only had sex with girls and never tried being in a real relationship with one until now.”
Karen’s face turned more suspicious, though everything I had said was true.
“Come on, one step at a time,” I remarked as we walked up the drive. This was going to be a big moment for her… and me!
I introduced Karen as my girlfriend to Mum. Ella joined us, which was nice of her as it helped make Karen relax, and by the second pot of tea, we were all chatting away like a family. Mum even got out the photograph album and for the first time in my life, I was not embarrassed.
I even chuckled when I had the thought. Thank god this was not the album Brenda kept of me!
Later, as Karen and I were sitting in a town pub, just talking. She admitted that she was now pleased that she had met my mum and seen where I lived. She also agreed that our relationship now felt a little more real.
I took the moment to once again explain that this was also new to me. I reminded Karen that I had chosen her to have my first real lesbian relationship because I found her attractive and enjoyed her company.
Our conversation covered many topics. I explained, though I didn’t give details, that Jaz and I were now just good friends, and we had stopped having sex together, with one exception, the potential lesbian show for Rob. I then told Karen why it wouldn’t happen.
“Don’t I get a say?” Karen questioned.
“No, but you are welcome to join in. I am sure Rob wouldn’t mind!”
That reply earned me a nudge, but my comment neatly led me to what I wanted to bring up: fidelity.
I explained to Karen once again that I wasn’t ready to be faithful to her, though with time it was possible that might change. Then I added that I wanted Karen to experience the joys of sex with other women as I thought this was important, and that in the future; I wanted to share her.
This, I knew, was the opposite of what my girlfriend sought. She had requested a monogamous relationship, and while she was still young, babies with a nameless male sperm donor. That last point I did understand. Both our mothers had children young and had no problem reminding us of that fact.
However, while Karen admitted she didn’t understand my wish to be shared. She would think about it. Karen even admitted that the idea didn’t repel her. It just felt unnatural and not the thing to do.
We did not dwell on it. Instead, I explained my relationship with Brenda and how it revolved all around sex. How I enjoyed showing my body off for her, and that I sometimes had threesomes with Paula. I didn’t go into the details, as I thought it was likely that Karen would, in the future, start asking me questions about it.
Our night ended similar to the night before, with Karen naked and me between her legs giving her the best oral sex I could within the confines of Brenda’s car. After we both had come, Karen fingering me, we kissed and cuddled.
I dropped my girlfriend at home a little earlier than normal. Outside, she kissed me and quickly went inside.
It wasn’t until I drove home that I realised that was the first time Karen had kissed me in front of her house. It made me realise that our relationship had indeed taken the next step.
*****
Like last Thursday, I sat there waiting for David’s phone call, and maybe this week, the anticipation was a little higher as it seemed too long since we had last talked. I glanced at the clock. It said five. Wasn’t that the same as seven in Crete?
For a little privacy, I pulled the phone up onto the stair landing, its cable straining as I got to the top. This was what I normally did, but I wished my parents would invest in one of the new cordless models, just like most of my friends' parents had.
“Brr, Brr.”
It was on the second ring that I picked up the receiver, hoping it was David and Sarah on the other end.
“Hello,” I said and then smiled. It was.
“Hi there,” we all said in unison. Then I couldn’t stop from giggling as I heard them laughing at the other end of the line.
“Are you both tipsy?” I questioned. Their chuckles sounded so distant.
“No! Just happy to be talking to you, Clare,” David replied.
“I wish you were here too!” Sarah added and then giggled once again.
“You must be tipsy!” I exclaimed. I was surprised just how cheerful Sarah was in talking to me.
They started talking about their holiday, which seemed to include all-over suntans and their luxury accommodation. I felt slightly jealous. It seemed they had forgotten that autumn had already started where I was sitting.
But my ears picked up when they started mentioning Don and Ashley. It shocked me that David had actually shared Sarah, especially as it had only happened so he could also be with me. She was so beautiful, I thought, in comparison to me; surely there must be some other reason? I thought.
However, with every word David spoke, I realised that we were both missing each other. Then I realised he was apologising to me for fucking another woman. It was the first time any man had said sorry to me!
I tried to laugh it off, but I knew I needed to say something. After all, in the last two weeks, I have been with more than one woman.
So I remarked. “I let you off, as actually, I have been with another woman other than Brenda and Paula since you left. So let’s call it even.”
“Who?” they both questioned.
“Tina,” I replied. “I tell you all about it on your return,” I quickly added.
I didn’t want to go into any details, especially as I had also been sexual with Brenda, Jaz, Paula, Karen, Linda, and Hazel, though that last name was always going to remain my secret.
Now that David had given me the chance to explore my sexuality, I was planning to sleep with many more women, with my main issue being how to keep Karen.
“Clare, David will have a pleasant surprise to show you on Monday evening,” Sarah giggled.
“What is it?” I asked.
“You have to wait until Monday,” Sarah quickly replied, which annoyed me. But I knew the perfect comeback.
“Well, maybe I should tell Brenda to lose your studio photos,” I chuckled, knowing Sarah couldn’t wait to see them.
“Have you seen them?” She quickly asked.
“Maybe I have,” I giggled. “But… you have to wait until Monday.”
I heard both Sarah and David laughing down the phone, and I thought, Monday evening was going to be another interesting date.
I then told them both about college and that I had managed to get next Tuesday free to help with the move. Though I didn’t mention how I achieved it, or if I had the use of Mum's car, or even Brenda’s.
We signed off confirming Monday’s three-way date, me reassuring Sarah that I would bring the photos and then a whispered, “I love you.”
*****
On Friday morning, I left Brenda’s car in her apartment block car park, and the keys on the kitchen worktop with a note. It said that I would phone her later. Even in daylight, being there on my own gave me the shivers. It was too large, and it felt spooky.
There was also something else I found strange. I know it was only five days, but I hadn’t missed Brenda being away, and that irritated me. I wanted our 3-way lesbian relationship to work, but here I was, and all I could think of was David’s looming return.
Men, I thought. Why do they have the habit of getting under my skin?
I just didn’t understand why I hadn’t missed Brenda, though I knew she hadn’t been away so long. But she was my sounding board, my rock. I knew I could rely on her, and where we stood in our relationship. I even sometimes wondered if I would be like her in thirty years.
This three-way lesbian relationship I was in had not been planned. While the sex was hot, the socialising and mental anguish was beginning to put a strain on my life. However, this week of being just with Karen had brought some clarity and I realised that with college on the horizon, I needed to organise my life.
My body seemed to always crave sex. However, I knew my mind would eventually become exhausted, as being in relationships with three people was tiring. I would need breaks, especially as A-level maths was not the easiest of subjects. There were going to be times when I would have to stay in and complete my assignments, do my homework, and even complete the projects. Yes, it was time to make some priorities with my social life.
After phoning and speaking to her, I went back over to Brenda’s. I wanted to hear all about Spain and spend some time in her company, discussing each other’s weeks.
I didn’t say anything, but I was relieved when she told me that she didn’t want to go to Rainbows tonight. Instead, she just wanted to stay in and chill. Though the photo shoot had gone well, it had been long and gruelling.
“Three locations in one day,” she kept saying, clearly still stressed.
We had lunch delivered, and then later sat in the hot tub, nude. It was the perfect place to unwind, chat, and reconnect with one another. Brenda lit a cigar, and I smoked even though I was giving up. By the side of us was a large bottle of cognac. It was a gift from Mr and Mrs Santos, a wealthy couple who lived in Madeira. My girlfriend told me she was planning to stay with them in April, and I was welcome to come along too.
After hearing about Spain, came the realisation that Brenda would be working tomorrow. As with all these professional photography shoots, there was lots of post-production work to do before any sign-off. She explained that sometimes it could take weeks before the client was happy and in the worst cases, reshoots were needed.
With Brenda’s Spain adventure told, I went over my week, and my issues.
We first talked about Karen, and I gave Brenda every detail. She wanted to know it all, especially about the sex. Like me, she was disappointed that I hadn’t penetrated her yet and taken her virginity.
“She is close,” I remarked, then added. “I think it is nice she is prepared to wait until the right time, and I respect that. She is very different from me, I couldn’t get enough sex. But when I look back, sometimes I regret not waiting a little longer.”
Brenda chuckled, “I know, my dear. You couldn’t keep your legs together. That’s one of your best attributes!” Brenda knew my sexual history; it seemed her stress level was simply falling away.
With Karen covered, I went on to tell her that I would not be sleeping with Jaz, despite winning the right to do so. That surprised Brenda until I explained why. “And things can change,” I said as I finished my explanation. “We needed to remember Jaz has her own issues, and that I need to concentrate on what is immediately important to me.”
Once again, Brenda chuckled. This time, it was because I had just straddled her, our boobs now rubbing each other’s as we kissed. With the Cognac in one hand and the cigar in the other, she was defenceless as I necked with her. I was planning to get her completely stress free.
We kissed, my tongue pushing into Brenda’s, her hands outstretched; mine playing and massaging her breasts. We broke apart, as I needed to say something more. It was important.
“Brenda, the crux of the matter is I require a dating timetable, as I need to concentrate on college. I just cannot fail again, as I am in the last chance saloon.”
Brenda put her cigar into the ashtray and the Cognac down so she could wrap her arms around my body and cuddle me. I smiled. We were now relaxed, and I went through my college schedule with her. I even explained how I managed to get Tuesday off with Mr Perkins and that I needed to keep him sweet throughout the year.
“So you want a timetable for fucking,” Brenda stated once I had run through my college one.
