David, I decided to take your advice and meet Brenda at a little coffee shop in the large shopping centre near where I live. To get there I caught the bus as I could not use my mum’s car. I also wanted to keep the time I came home, somewhat open, just in case our date went well or maybe if I needed to cut it short.
The coffee shop was fairly busy, I guess it is most Saturday mornings but I was lucky, after I purchased my coffee there was a two-seat booth available. I took the seat that faced towards the door so I could keep an eye out for Brenda.
As it was warm, to meet her I wore a fairly short yellow skirt that I knew showed off my legs, a white semi-see-through blouse and to keep me warm a smart off-yellow. Underneath I wore some new underwear which I purchase especially for the day. A white slightly see-through, push-up bra with very small matching lace panties, their material was very sheer. You could see the dark outline of my dark pubic hair through the material. There was even a small amount of hair coming out from around the edges. If our date went well, I was hoping that Brenda might notice at some point during the day.
As I sat there thinking about Brenda, I realised I had spent more time making out with her than actually talking, and I really did not know that much about her, though I was pretty sure that she wanted me as her girlfriend, and to show me off as a lipstick lesbian.
They were both things she had previously mentioned to me.
I was slightly nervous sitting there, waiting for her arrival and even though it was only ten minutes, I managed to drink most of my coffee before I saw Brenda walk through the door. She smiled as soon as she saw me and came straight over and told me how lovely I looked. We somewhat theatrically air-kissed, one on each cheek and I realised that was her normal way of greeting someone.
Her comment about how lovely I looked helped put me at ease, and I told her she looked lovely too. She had on her normal loose jeans, a blue blouse and a jacket similar to mine. I also noticed she wore a little make-up as well and if I was honest, she did not look that butch at all.
Brenda purchased two cups of coffee, one for each of us as my first cup was nearly gone. She sat down opposite me, the red Formica table in between and looked at me once again. This time more closely. I felt her eyes work down my body from my face, past the table, right down to my ankles. It wasn’t subtle; I knew she was mentally undressing me.
She even bent down to look at my feet and my legs; I could not help but uncross them. I was almost a reflex reaction, to let her see up between my thighs, though it was very unlikely that she could see as far as my lace white panties.
I then realised where we were, I felt a flush, a surge of sexual energy. I looked around the coffee shop. Brenda’s actions were not subtle; her head around and under our little red table. It was so obvious she was ogling my legs, my thighs and that dark that lay between them.
I reluctantly closed my legs. There seemed to be no reaction in the coffee shop to Brenda’s action and we both smiled as Brenda’s face appeared on the right side of the table.
I guess as she spoke she knew I was nervous but also a little horny.
“You really are beautiful, Clare. Now in daylight, I realise just how beautiful you are. You know, you could be a top model; my dear, you must let me photograph you.”
I blushed when I heard that and said, “That would be nice,” though the truth was, the idea of me having her take my photograph in a studio made me even more nervous.
“So Clare, thank you for phoning me, I was hoping you would. I guess you have some questions to ask me and I also have a few of my own. It would be good to get to know you a little more and that is all I am looking for today.”
I agreed that it would be good to get to know one another.
As we talked she told me a little about herself. She said that she now knows she has been gay all her life but only realised it as she got older, even older than me. She explained that at twenty-one she got married but it only lasted for three years. It was when both of them recognised their sexuality.
“My husband’s name is Hugo, he was a childhood friend and at twenty-one, my lover. We were similar as we came from comparable backgrounds. We are the same age, both independently wealthy and had the same sort of political and social views. However, we both realised something was not right sexually.”
Brenda paused and sipped her coffee before continuing.
“Hugo told me one day that he was gay and wanted a divorce. I was only twenty-four.”
Brenda hesitated and then took a deep breath. To me, it felt like she was a little emotional, and it made me aware that what she was now telling me was still deeply private; even though it happened around twenty years ago.
“I did not want a divorce; I loved Hugo. He is the only man I have ever loved, but he was adamant he was gay and the more I thought about it, I just knew he was right.
“Hugo also made me start thinking about my sexuality, something I never considered before, and the more I thought about that, the more I realised I might be gay as well.”
Brenda paused again, she was finding her voice.
“Hugo and I have never divorced, though he did move out a month after he told me he was gay.
“As I said, I never wanted a divorce and after a long talk with Hugo, he agreed for us to stay married, though living separately. He told me that there is still a part of him that likes being married to me and I also feel the same way. We are still best friends and he lives only a few miles away from me with his long-term partner, Desman. They are a happy couple and when at home, I still see them most weeks.”
I was surprised that Brenda was still married and in fact, even married in the first place.
"Brenda," I nervously asked. "I hope you do not mind me asking you this, but when did you know you were a lesbian, and then come out as one? It is something I have been thinking about quite a lot recently."
“In all honesty Clare, I realised I a few months later but it took another two years before I had my first lesbian experience and I came out when I was thirty. I needed to make sure it did not affect my career though luckily I work in an industry where sometimes it can be helpful to be gay if you know what I mean.”
I did.
We drank our coffee and as we did so, our conversation covered a number of topics. Eventually, it came to where she lived. Not far from me, up on the hill that overlooks my parent's house.
Brenda informed me, "I live in the penthouse suite which I designed myself. I had it commissioned, and of course, I own the whole apartment block."
“As I have mentioned, I come from a wealthy background my parents left everything to me as I have no siblings. Though, my dear, I do not want to talk too much about the money.”
“I rather tell you that I am considered to be one of the best photographers in my profession, so I am always in demand. I travel the world with my assistant and part-time lover, Paula. I know I am lucky, even privileged, as I can often name my own price when I work but I never let the money distract me.”
Brenda paused again, and then softly said, “Maybe it is because I have come from a wealthy background.”
I could not help but ask, “Are you a millionaire, Brenda?”
I know I should not have asked but she laughed at my question.
Her response was to lean forward, which made me hold my breath. I honestly thought she was going to kiss me on the ear or neck, right there in the very public coffee shop. I remember my pussy waiting in anticipation.
But it was only to whisper in my ear, “Many fucking times over, my dear.”
Despite what Brenda said, I actually felt slightly disappointed. I wanted a kiss.
David, you should be aware that Brenda is like that. Casually dropping the f-word into a conversation. It is normally when you not expecting it, but you do get used to it and somehow you end up just shutting it out.
Brenda then started asking about me. Her words were, “Now tell me about yourself Clare, I know very little about you other than you like going to the Rainbow Bar.”
I was suddenly a little nervous again as I knew it was my turn to spill my sexual life story but I chose only to start from when I was sixteen. Brenda was interested to hear that Jaz and I had been lovers since then. I explained to Brenda that our sexual relationship had never been that serious, more of one of continued experimentation. A sexual distraction as we both realised we were at least bisexual. I even explained that Jaz has a boyfriend, Rob and he was around even before I came into the picture.
I only told Brenda about Alan and you, David. I told her the truth about Alan that I do not love him and I was going to leave him very soon. I just need to find the right moment and try to do it nicely as he helped me a lot, especially during those first six months of our relationship.
As when we met I was not in a very nice place.
Brenda asked me what happened. I just told her that I got teased a lot and I did not look as good as I do now, as I was a late developer.
I then told Brenda about you, David, about how we met and how we met again in Majorca. I told Brenda that you were my new boyfriend and have been dating for the last month. That we loved each other and that you are special to me and that you are also my safety net and will be there if I fall.
David’s thoughts at that moment were; he noted that was the first time Clare had used the L-word with someone other than me. That was a big moment and made him all warm inside. Importantly, he also now knew for certain, that Clare was going to leave Alan.
Brenda wanted to know more about you, David, and I told her the truth. How I was girlfriend number two and Sarah was girlfriend number one, though we are treated as equals. I also explained that I am happy that David has two official girlfriends, though I have to live in the shadows, as to the world and our families, Sarah is your girlfriend. I also told Brenda that both of us girls know about each other but we have not yet met.
When I told her about our arrangement, Brenda laughed. She thought you were "fucking greedy," but she was also intrigued and wanted to know how it worked. I just told her it is new and at the moment a work in progress, but the important thing was David wants me to explore my sexuality to the fullest and that is why I called had called her.
Anyway, back to Saturday, and my conversation with Brenda.
"David knows about us, Brenda, and importantly; he promised to be there for me if things do not work out. I need someone to support me and catch me if I fall."
“I like to meet this David sometime, he seems interesting,” Brenda chuckled. “And the idea of two girlfriends, now maybe that is something I should explore…”
She left the last part hanging in the air as we finished our coffee though we still had more to discuss, but maybe we needed to be in a little more private setting to do that.
As we sat there with our empty coffee cups Brenda asked me, “My dear, have you time to do a little shopping?”
“It is my treat.”
I told her I have always time for shopping, but I have not got that much money. I had the feeling Brenda would want to take me to some expensive shops.
Brenda smiled, “It is my treat, Clare, but I like to take you shopping in the city, to a couple of places I know and away from these corporate brands.” She waved her hands indicating the shops around us, and then added, “We can drive there as I have my car here.”
I thought about it and said yes. I had promised myself that I needed more time to think and evaluate before getting back into Brenda’s car. This was the same car where we had made out two Fridays ago.
Brenda and I walked through the shopping centre, her arm around me as if I was already her prize.
It was obvious to all the people around us that we were a lesbian couple. It also occurred to me that this was the first time in daylight hours that I had expressed my sexuality, the fact that I might be a lesbian. It was a place where there were families and people who might know me, which worried me but for some reason, it also excited me as well.
At that moment, I was already Brenda’s girl.
We reached a pale blue mini. It was Brenda’s car, and I noticed it was almost brand new. I got in and as I sat there Brenda once again looked at me and smiled.
“You really do look lovely, my dear, in fact delicious,” and with those words, we lean in together and just kissed each other on the lips. It was a gentle loving type of kiss. I also felt Brenda’s hand on my knee and I instantly opened my legs for her as I thought she wanted to touch me, but disappointingly she did not.
