As we walked from the Jeweller’s our stomachs noticed that the time was now just past one-thirty, and as “Rainbows” was close, only a couple of doors down the street, so we just dropped in there for lunch.

We stepped inside; and found the place to be fairly full, but the woman behind the bar straight away noticed Brenda and nodded in recognition. We both knew we wouldn’t be waiting long before she served Brenda.

“My dear, I am buying, so just be a love and go straight through to the rear courtyard and find us both a seat,” Brenda told me.

I confirmed my food and drink order and then did as Brenda had requested. It still felt strange being out in public with an older lady, though perhaps it felt even stranger that I was not allowed to pay for anything!

“David, these days my parents expect me to pay for everything at home. That is why I will need to work if I am going to go back to college and study.”

“Anyway, back to my date story.”

As I walked into the large courtyard, I glanced at the table where Brenda and I had sat a few weeks ago, the night when Brenda and I first met. Sitting there now was another couple, a younger woman with an older lady, with their meal now finished, a drink and a cigarette in their hands. They reminded me of Brenda and me.

I glanced around, looking for two seats together, and noticed just how different “Rainbows” looked at lunchtime. The outside courtyard was now set up more for eating, with tables and bench seats, many of which had umbrellas up to shield the mid-day British sun, or perhaps more typically the English summer rain.

There were also armchairs and settees with low coffee tables for more informal bites to eat, and to break up the area, there were many plants and flowering bushes, all growing in large ceramic pots. I guess they must have been there a few weeks ago, but I just hadn’t noticed. 

Rainbow’s was busy and as in the evenings, most of the clientele were women. That made me feel comfortable and more at home, after all, the over-the-top jewellery I was wearing displayed my newly chosen sexuality.

I managed to find a low double settee that had a wall behind it and faced out towards the other diners. A bush with sweet-smelling pink flowers shielded us a little from the gangway. Across it, I noticed that there were two ladies, sitting on high-backed chairs and eyeing me up. It felt like I was their next course, but I wasn’t interested, as today I was with Brenda.

As I sat down, my new grey dress hem rose to display my legs and the lower part of my thighs. I hoped that it didn’t rise too far, as I only wanted my legs and my sexuality on display; not my sex. I pulled the dress down only to notice it ride up again and I suspected it would not be long before one of the two ladies watching me tried to engage in conversation. I just hoped Brenda arrived before that happened.

Then another thought came to me. Perhaps this was another test; perhaps Brenda wanted to see how I handled myself when approached by interested ladies.

Do I push them away, or should I flirt?

I chose to ignore them and wait for Brenda; we needed to talk. I needed an understanding.

I had assumed this would only be a quick lunch, as Brenda had told me that she wanted to take me to one more shop before she had a local four o’clock appointment. But there was still time to sit there and relax, and, most importantly, chat, and understand each other, and what sort of sexual relationship we both wanted.

I was certainly pleased that there was a rule about not falling in love. I thought I could never be in love with a woman, especially an older woman, as when it comes to love, I was sure that I needed a man.

As I sat there on the settee, waiting, I became more and more conscious of my pantyless state. It was something not helped by the two ladies, hovering, waiting for me to show some interest in them. I kept pulling my new dress down, but it just rode straight back up. It was exciting but also at the same time worrying, even with crossed legs, as there was a chance that I might flash more than I wanted to anyone looking my way.

Brenda arrived with two pints in her hands, a cider for me and a pint of the local bitter for her.

“Is that what you normally drink?” I asked as she sat next to me. Her choice surprised me.

“Just occasionally, my dear, I just have not had a pint for some while, so you could say, it was a spur-of-the-moment decision, which, when I think about it a bit like you, a spur-of-the-moment decision.”

Brenda looked at me. Her eyes went up from my feet, along my slightly outstretched legs, before stopping on my eyes. She stared into them and I smiled back. It had felt as though Brenda’s eyes had just devoured me and a small tingle had gone through my body. Her brown eyes told me that she liked what she saw, and my pussy continued to tingle.

David, Brenda may be over ten years older than my mother, but there was something about her that deeply attracted me. Yes, I know part of it is the excitement of the sexual unknown she is offering me, but that is not all.

Some of her mannerisms remind me of you, David…

… I know you are not a lesbian, or old, David, but I need to get back to the story…

As we sat there, after taking the first sip of her pint, Brenda wistfully remarked, “My preferred alcoholic drink is champagne… especially if I am hosting a party.” Her comment hadn’t surprised me. She had even left the word champagne hanging in the air to emphasise its importance.

Brenda looked at me, her eyes once again staring into mine. “Red wine or cocktails, it is whichever one that takes my fancy, my dear. Unlike girlfriends, I have no rules with my alcoholic beverages.”  

Brenda’s words seemed to eat into me as she smiled, her eyes now drifting in the opposite direction to what they had travelled before. She was visually undressing me and another small tingle went down my spine.

I think Brenda noticed both my tingle and the fact that I was worried I might flash my two lady admirers as she glanced across the gangway and smiled, “Relax, my dear, Vera and Vanesa won’t bite.” Then she chuckled, “Do you want me to ask if they like to join us?”

I quickly whispered, “No, I’m with you,” which brought another small chuckle from Brenda. She seemed to be now riding high in her element.

It hadn’t been surprising that Brenda knew them both. She seemed to know everyone who was anyone at “Rainbows.” I relaxed and, much to Brenda’s delight, I let my skirt ride up another couple of inches, though I hoped it didn’t show too much.

Our ordered sandwiches, with a side of chips, arrived, and we started to talk about everyday life. It turned out that Brenda’s father was Scottish, which explained her very slight Scottish accent, but she had been born and had always lived locally, her mother a local girl.

I asked about where we were going this afternoon, but Brenda would not tell me. All she would say was, “It would be good for my womanly education.”

We talked and finished our food, and then we each lit up a cigarette and the conversation moved to us, and about today.

“So, how have you enjoyed the day so far?” Brenda asked and then smiled as she noticed that I was already smiling at her question.

“Well, it has been a day of many firsts,” I said, “but I have enjoyed the experience. Thank you for showing me all this, but you should not have spent so much on me. I am a little embarrassed.”

“Nonsense, my dear. I am having a ball watching you have fun. But I am intrigued, what are you going to tell your boyfriend, or should I say… boyfriends?”

I giggled when Brenda said that.

David, I told her that I would tell you everything, as, without your support, it would be doubtful that I would be sitting there. As for Alan, I told Brenda the truth, that I have kept my bisexual side a secret. I explained how Alan doesn’t know the real me, that I have kept so much away from him that I now just feel guilty.

I also mentioned it was time to free myself and start to live my life as I wanted to… with no secrets.

Brenda also asked me if I loved you and I told her that I did, even though we had only been together a few weeks. I told her that you have given me the confidence and support to explore a different way of life. To explore my bisexual side and most importantly, find my true sexuality. It was something I could never do with Alan, as he would never understand. 

Returning to my story, Brenda and I sat there eating and discussing the day. My two admirers, Vera and Vanesa, left, and after they had gone, I let my skirt ride up a little more. I wanted Brenda to look, to desire me. 

With our food gone and a cigarette in our hands, Brenda suddenly asked a question which caught me by surprise.

“Why do you want to be with me?”

I blushed. I liked being spoilt, and Brenda’s company, but we both knew that wasn’t the reason I was here, and I knew I needed to make that clear to Brenda. I also wondered if this was another small test, one demanding complete honesty and clarity.

I quietly answered, almost in a whisper. “I like you, Brenda, but we both know I like sex. I want to explore fully my bisexual side, I want to know who I am, and I want to do it with you, Brenda, as your official girlfriend.” 

Brenda smiled and then grinned. She seemed to like my answer, but she promptly followed it up with another question.

“You said you love David, even though you have only been with him for a few weeks. How do you know he will carry on supporting you if you choose to be also with me?”

“Yes, I love him, though I cannot explain why. I know he will support me. We briefly met four years ago, but I never forgot him. There was something about him, a twinkle in his eyes; though the truth is it was more than that. But as you say, Brenda, we have not been together long, and he also has another girlfriend, Sarah.”

I looked at Brenda, and time firmly stated, “So I have to share him like he is sharing me.”

Brenda’s chuckle turned into a genuine laugh as she spluttered, “But he is sharing you with Alan, and possibly me, and probably others.” Then more loudly she asked, “Does he know you are a bit of a tart?”

I blushed. I knew Brenda was right, but the truth was it didn’t bother me and it never had. I have always been very sexual, or as Brenda put it, a bit of a tart.

“He knows,” I quietly replied to Brenda. “But it does not bother him or me that I am sensual, that I sleep around, or that I am a tart. I happily share David with Sarah, and he doesn’t mind me sleeping with other girls. In fact, he told me to go and freely explore my bisexual side. He has this thing that when I have sex with other women, it doesn’t count, as they cannot father my babies.”

Brenda chuckled, then smiled, and then quietly said, “I know.” I didn’t really understand why she had said that, but I quickly moved on.

“As for me sleeping with men, David would prefer it if I did not, but I have told him that I need to be free to sleep with whoever I want, including other men… However, though David and I have a completely open relationship, I have promised him that for the immediate future, I am only interested in sleeping with women; maybe lots of them.”

Brenda laughed again. She was having fun, though maybe at my expense.

“As for Alan, yes he shares me with him but all David says about him is, I bought into that, and then it normally followed up with, when I am going to leave him?”

Brenda chuckled again. “I bought into that. That’s one way of putting it,” and then she questioned, “Is David going to dump Sarah for you?”

“No, and I do not want him to, and I have told him that. He loves Sarah as well as me, and as you now know, Brenda, David, knows I sleep around. It doesn’t seem to bother him. We have agreed that needs to carry on, me sleeping around; though we have also said what we do must be in the open… no secrets.”

Brenda laughed again, maybe louder this time, and then asked as her hand rested on my knee for the first time, “Is Sarah as pretty as you, Clare?”

David, I couldn’t answer Brenda then as I had not yet seen Sarah’s photos. I didn’t realise just how beautiful she was. So I said…

“I do not know. I have not met Sarah yet, but I will soon. From what David says, she is not only pretty; she is understanding and extremely sexy, too. Though surprisingly, that is exactly the same thing as he says about me!”

Brenda quickly responded, “You are a hot-looking woman, Clare, and I should know. David would be a fool if he ever let you go,” and with that observation, she squeezed my knee.

I smiled. Brenda’s comments felt reassuring, and I almost blushed, but I wasn’t sure. I had never been confident with my looks. I covered Brenda’s hand on my knee with mine.

“David is not going to let me go, he loves me and the truth is, we have bonded. I don’t understand it. I never just met someone and then just almost instantly fell in love with them. Brenda, could that really happen?”

My question went unanswered, but Brenda’s distance glaze told me all I needed to know. She was thinking back, and her look told me it was possible. That she had, a long time ago, instantly fallen in love with Hugo.

“The only boyfriend who is going is Alan. I just need to find the right time and the correct words. He has been good to me in the past, but now we live different lives. David will look after me if I fall out with my parents. As I have already mentioned, he is the one who has encouraged me to find my true sexuality, and that is why I am here now with you, Brenda.”

Brenda squeezed my knee once again, as we sat in silence and finished our cigarettes. We had come to some sort of mutual understanding.

We left “Rainbows” for the last shop, which turned out to be a shoe shop. As we approached, Brenda started talking to me.

“I do not own or have any business interest in this shop, nor do I know anyone who works here.” As she said it I wondered why she was telling me this, but I guessed that this was all part of my education.

“See that young ginger-haired girl over there?” Brenda asked as we stood outside the shop.

I looked and saw her. She was a shoe fitter, shorter than me, maybe five feet six inches, and had shoulder-length ginger hair. She also looked to be around my age.

Brenda continued, almost instructing me.

“Her name is Karen, and I have seen her a few times around in the city’s gay bars with a straight girlfriend. She has been to Rainbows at least once and I am sure she is similar to you, in the process of coming out as a lesbian.”

I looked at Karen once again. I didn’t know her, and she seemed a little bored.

“Here are one hundred pounds,” Brenda then stated as she handed me some notes. “I like you to go in and purchase three pairs of shoes. They must have a minimum of three-inch high heels and are suitable for going out in the evening. You must have Karen serve you, so wait until she is free. I am not coming in with you, but I will discretely watch from here.” Brenda then smiled and looked at me. I somewhat apprehensively stared back, as her smile turned into a chuckle. “I want you to flirt with her and see if you can get her to flirt back. Actually, I want you to get her phone number.”

That request surprised me, as I thought Brenda wanted me to be with her. Though, I did already know that I would be, shared frequently in the future with other lesbians similar to her.

David, I probably sounded a bit weak with what I said next, but I was worried…

“But I am not sure how to, Brenda as I never tried to pick up a girl before. You know this is all new to me.” Then a new thought occurred to me, and I asked, “Is this a challenge, another test?”

Brenda chuckled again, “No, it is education, my dear.”

“Education,” I queried. To me, it felt like another test.

“Yes, education, Clare, Lesbian education,” Brenda replied with a gentle smile, before adding. “I am sure you will have no problems as let’s be honest, my dear. You’re a natural flirt.”

I almost blushed when Brenda said that, though if I was honest with myself, I knew there was a lot of truth to what Brenda had just said. But I had never tried to flirt with another girl, though, for some reason, recently, attracting attention from men has never been an issue. I was a little worried about trying to pick up a girl and I felt my pulse quicken.

Brenda continued, “My dear, she will see your anklet and understand. With a hot sexy body like yours, well, you could even get Hugo, my gay husband, to flirt with you!”

This time, I did blush at Brenda’s very words.

With that, Brenda gave me a little pat on the backside nudging me towards the shop door and as I walked towards it, once again I became of my pantyless state, and with that thought, my dress suddenly felt… so much shorter. 

As I went into the shop, I looked to see if Karen was free, luckily she was. The other older lady, who I assume was the manager, was busy with a customer at the front of the shop.

I walked up to Karen and asked, “I hope you can help me, as my friends have given me this money.” I quickly showed her to prove that this was a real request. “I need to buy three pairs of three to four-inch high-heeled shoes, hopefully, different styles that are suitable for going out in the evening. A stiletto heel would be preferable. Luckily, we all have the same size feet, so I just need to try them on and approve them.” 

She looked at me, and I realised that she was pretty, with a few freckles on her cheeks, but it was her blue eyes that drew me in. They were quite unusual for a ginger-haired girl and I could not help but smile, as I looked at her, waiting on her answer.

“This way,” she crisply said, and she led me to the back wall of the shop. “We keep all our party shoes in this section. Do you need help choosing?”

I looked at the choice and there were quite a few to choose from, so I accepted the shop assistant’s help. Of course, as well as her help, I wanted to talk to Karen, get to know a little about her, and, under Brenda’s instruction, above all, flirt.

“What is your name?” I somewhat nervously asked, even though she had it on a badge that she was wearing.

“Karen,” and then she asked, “Any particular colour or style?”

I looked again, this time more carefully.

“I think it is better if you should choose. We are looking for white, light blue and red colours, if possible, and in a size six.” I was thinking back to the colours of the clothes Brenda had bought for me earlier.

Karen looked at the shoes and came back with a red stiletto with a very high heel.

“These are four-inch heel stilettos with no patterns on the leather, so just a plain style. We do them in the colours you asked for, but let’s start with trying this red one on, and if it fits, and you like it, I can get the other colours. If you can just sit there,” Karen was pointing at a low chair. “I will help you.”

I was carefully sitting on the chair trying to keep my legs together and skirt down, while Karen knelt in front of me. I then slowly removed my right shoe and extended my foot towards her as I nervously smiled. My action was not only to try the new shoe; it was to show off to her, my newly purchased anklet, and with it, my sexuality. Karen would be just unable to miss seeing it!

Karen looked at my anklet, and then looked back at me before saying, “It is lovely. Where did you buy it from?”

I told her where and also mention, “I only got it today.”

Karen grinned; she knew its meaning. I just knew it, and I suddenly had a small surge of confidence, as she knelt in front of me. She took my foot and tried on the new shoe which fitted. When she was doing this, I glanced down as her blouse gaped slightly open and I saw her plain white bra covering her two small breasts. It was only as she removed the shoe that I sensed that she was aware of both my gaze and my actions.

Karen gave me a knowing look, and we smiled at each other. Though we said not a word, as we both had a brief moment; it was a silent acknowledgement of each other.

“Could I see the white and blue ones like this?” I asked, but then added, almost as an afterthought and this time with a warm smile. “Karen, if there are any similarly styled shoes but patterned, do please show me an example… Thank you.”

Karen nodded and went to get the requested shoes from the stockroom. The manager came by just to check all was okay and I said, “Yes, your assistant is doing a great job.” I didn’t want her there, but luckily, at that exact moment, a new customer walked into the shop and she disappeared back to the front.

Karen returned with four boxes containing the three shoes that I requested and a surprise pair. I also noticed that she had undone the top button on her blouse and I just knew she had done this for me, to give me a better view down her front and maybe to tease me a little. I invitingly smiled at her and then looked down inside her blouse; it was an action which in turn caused her to blush.

Karen was cute. I liked that, and these small things were giving me more confidence. I wanted to tease her more, or more accurately I wanted her to know I was very interested in her, that I needed her telephone number and, more importantly, to pass my Brenda test!

I carefully tried both red shoes on and walked to the mirror to look at them from all angles. I made sure Karen was watching me do this by slightly wiggling my bottom and hopefully making each step into a sexy walk.

“I take these,” I said when I got back to Karen. “They are comfy,” I added as I slipped them off. I repeated this exercise with the white and then the blue shoes and, surprisingly, all three pairs fitted nicely.

I asked Karen, “What was in the last box?”

“These are my current favourites,” she replied, this time smiling at me. 

She lifted the lid of the fourth shoe box and a light blue, pair of patterned high-heeled shoes appeared. They had a high strap to fasten them and they were absolutely gorgeous.

“These I have to try on,” I happily remarked to Karen as I picked one up out of its box. I let Karen take off the blue stilettos and put them back in their box. “I take the red and white ones and let’s try on these before we decide on the blue ones.”

I thought it was now or never so after a quick glance around, which confirmed that there was no one immediately close. I lift my dress a little higher and stuck out my right foot for Karen to put on the new shoe. Then, as she fitted the high buckle, I slowly opened my legs, just to give her a sneak peek of my hairy pussy, and I hoped she could not smell my arousal. I was getting horny.

Karen stopped.

I knew I had her full attention. There was no doubt that she could see my bush, as it was only two feet from her face, and her eyes were even closer. I didn’t know if this was flirting, but I looked at her face and smiled, and then hoped that I get the right reaction.

“Is there anything you can see that you like, Karen?” Which, I asked with more confidence than I really had.

My question caused her to blush and then glanced each way before looking up at me and then saying in a dry whisper, “Yes.”

I grinned. 

I looked at her blushing face and I quietly said, “That is good because there is definitely something here I want,” and then once again, I deliberately glanced down the front of her top. It was clear that I was looking directly at her bra-clad small boobs. Karen just knelt there. She didn’t try to move. Her darkening blush was her only reaction.

We stayed like that for a few moments, the world around us… suddenly gone.

I smiled at her again. She was still blushing. Karen looked up at me and, importantly, did nothing to cover up, and it was only then that I knew she was interested in me, too. My flirting had worked!

“I am Clare, by the way,” I quietly said.

Karen smiled and then fastened the right shoe, before going back to looking between my legs. Her stare was now starting to get me a little wet; I was worried about leaving a wet mark on the seat.

“Do you want to fasten the other shoe?” I asked, then closed my legs and whispered, “You can have another look in a minute.”

With that naughty remark, the left shoe was quickly fastened, and I repeated my wiggling walk to the mirror and back, the entire time keeping half an eye on Karen. She never stopped looking at me, and this time I could feel her warm stare.

“I take them, they are a good choice,” I said and sat back down, whilst noting that there was no one in the back half of the shop. “Let’s get these shoes off. You take the right and I do the left,” and as we did this, I just opened my legs wide, this time not holding anything back. I wanted to give Karen a perfect view of my pussy, and my wetness.

She stumbled with her buckle before releasing it as her eyes kept darting at what I had on offer. Then to me, the shop and then back to my pussy, my ever-increasingly wet pussy.  

“Can I have your number, Karen?” I quietly asked, and then added with a warm smile, “Just in case I need to return these shoes.”

Karen got out a pen and paper and wrote, with a slightly shaky hand, her full name and telephone number before handing it to me.

I smiled again and said, “thank you,” as I closed my legs.

She then said in a quiet voice, “When you phone, please say you are a friend as my family does not know that I am gay.”

I replied, by telling her that I was in a similar position, but hopefully, that will be changing in the coming weeks.

Karen gathered the three pairs of shoes that I decided to keep and doing up her undone button; we walked to the front of the shop. I paid for them and then said in front of the shop manager.

“Thank you for your help, Karen. I certainly plan to come back here for my next shoes,” and with that, I paid and left the shop still grinning. I was carrying three large shoeboxes in their paper carrier bags, but more importantly, on a piece of paper in my pocket was Karen’s telephone number, I had passed my test.

I met Brenda just outside the shop and she quickly said, “My dear, let’s put these bags in the car and while we do that, you can tell me how it went. Unfortunately, I did not get a good view of the two of you as you were at the back of the shop.”

I told Brenda what happened and then showed her the piece of paper with Karen’s number on it. I was quietly pleased with myself as I had never done anything like that before, nor did I think Karen would be interested in me.

Brenda chuckled and then brought me quickly down to earth.

“Clare, you know you will have to phone Karen, as she would be disappointed if you didn’t, and that is not good for someone like her; someone, who is just coming to terms with her sexuality.” 

Brenda’s comment stunned me. I had not thought about that, as I assumed if I got Karen’s telephone number, that would be the end of it; just another test.

I looked at Brenda; she was smiling at me. “Phone her tomorrow, as I would like you to date her. Be her top, if you become my bottom.”

I was a little shocked. I knew exactly what she meant. I was Brenda’s bottom half, a lipstick lesbian as she called it, a feminine. Tops were usually more obvious lesbians, more like Tina, Jaz’s new girlfriend. I was not sure that I ever wanted or even could be a butch lesbian. Until now, that thought had never even entered my mind, but now it seemed to be another Brenda test!

When I started the day and our date, I just wanted to be Brenda’s girlfriend, in a no-strings sexual relationship. Now things felt different and complicated. I wasn’t sure what I wanted to do, but I promised Brenda that I would phone Karen tomorrow. I was thinking I should just let her down gently, even if Brenda wanted me to date her.

“Brenda,” I thoughtfully said, “Was today all a test? To see if I come up to your expectations.”

Brenda grinned as we walked arm-in-arm back to her car, and I thought I was not going to get an answer, but after a minute or so, Brenda said to me.

“Maybe Martina and Marion were sort of challenges. As you cleverly worked out, Clare, they both knew that we were going to visit their shops and were in on what I wanted. But my dear, Karen and the shoe shop…” Brenda chuckled, “Well, that was all you’re doing. As I mentioned to you before, you so eagerly went in. I have never spoken to Karen or been in that shop. So, my dear, getting her telephone number was all your own flirty work.”

Brenda laughed and after a while, I smiled. It was a smile that got even wider as I felt her hand drop to my pantyless bottom. She left it there as we walked down the high street, and back towards her car.

“You are going to make a lovely lesbian slut,” Brenda just quietly announced as we walked, her hand gently squeezing my bottom.

Those words, lesbian slut, brought a shiver to me. It travelled down my spine, running from my brain and then disappearing into my pussy as I knew I could be a good lesbian slut for Brenda… but the bigger question was… did I want to be?

Brenda smiled at me, and I could not help but grin back.

“As for today all being a test?” Brenda questioned. “I would suggest, my dear. Put all of today down as part of your lesbian education.” 

I could not help but grin even more on hearing that, and I then felt Brenda’s hand squeeze my bottom once again before leaving her hand just resting there. As we walked, I felt as though our steps were increasingly coming into line with one another. To all who saw us, we were a lesbian couple, a real loving lesbian couple.

As Brenda’s parked car approached, I thought a little more about what Brenda had just said to me and I made one slight change to what I had been thinking. I decided that I would phone Karen tomorrow, Sunday, and at least have a chat with her, and not just tell her it had been a mistake. Maybe we would become future friends, though I was sure it would be anything else than just that.

I considered myself very feminine and Brenda felt right for me, a lady with experience, dominant, generous and yet kind. She also had a naughty wicked streak that ran right through her. That was something which both scared and attracted me.

We carried on walking in silence, Brenda’s hand still on my bottom as she held me close, each step bringing a new understanding as new thoughts rattled around my head.

Brenda may call herself a bull lesbian but I was beginning to release there was a softer side behind the mask that she had put up around herself and what she identified as. Yes, she was a lesbian; and maybe a bull lesbian, and yes she liked chasing younger girls like me. Fucking them, but there was a warmth there, I sensed she cared, and I liked that.

I also wondered if her fake penis was something she just hid behind, part of the show. I didn’t know, but I sensed there were multiple layers to Brenda and it would take time to peel those layers away, get to know the real Brenda, the lady behind the mask, the woman that liked men and was, almost certainly still in love with her husband.  

Despite everything that happened, I knew I wanted to explore my bisexual side with Brenda, even if she also wanted me to be a top with Karen. I am not masculine at all, though I also knew you did not have to be completely masculine to be a top. Brenda wasn’t, and that attracted me. I also liked the fact she was open, wealthy and content with her sexuality. I also knew what she wanted of me… a lesbian slut. That thought made me wet.

But there might be an issue.

I was not sure I would ever want to take the enormous step towards becoming a bull lesbian, even if that was what Brenda wanted me to try if I dated Karen. I felt that was one step too far. For now, I would let that simmer in the background as I get to know the real Brenda.

“David, I didn’t say anything to Brenda, as I needed time to think and to talk to you. I need to ask you what you think… as you can be quite insightful!”

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