Clare stood there in front of me, and I felt guilty.

As I looked into my girlfriend's chocolate-coloured eyes, it had suddenly occurred to me that Clare and I hadn’t been alone together since before Crete. It was a thought that caused a wave of emotion to wash over me as I realised that I needed to make time for my second girlfriend.

As I took in Clare’s beauty, I appreciated just how lucky I was. She was worthy of any man’s attention. Yet she had chosen me, fully knowing I already had a girlfriend, Sarah, whom I loved deeply and was, in my own way, committed to.

“I couldn’t wait any longer, David. I need time with you,” Clare curiously whispered before we hugged. They were words that she had never used before.

After all, Clare had set the timetable for when I could see her, from Saturday lunchtime to Sunday afternoons, and that was it. The rest of the time, she was with Karen, her femme lesbian girlfriend, who, like me, wanted a monogamous relationship with Clare.

However, on Fridays, Clare’s role changed. She became Brenda’s femme, her older, butch lesbian girlfriend, and she would spend the whole day with her.

As we held each other in a loving hug, Clare whispered, “I borrowed Brenda’s car.”

When Clare had called me earlier, she had told me that she had the use of Brenda’s car and would be coming over to see me. That phone call had taken me by surprise, as Friday was Brenda’s day, but then I realised Clare knew Sarah was with her family until Sunday, visiting her grandparents in Devon.

As Clare's earlier words sunk in, I said, “What do you mean borrowed?”

“I left a post-it where the keys were, David.”

We broke apart, and I noticed Clare was now wearing her cheeky grin.

“You mean you pinched it?” I questioned, slightly worried.

“Maybe… Though it said borrowed on the note, remember, David, I only did it so I could be with you!”

I couldn’t help smiling, even though I knew what Clare had done was wrong.

“You better phone Brenda,” I said, “just in case she phones the police.”

Brenda was wealthy, kind, and generous, but she hated people taking advantage of her, even Clare.

So it was a somewhat reluctant girlfriend who went into the lounge and nervously phoned. As she made her apologies, I thought it would not surprise me if Brenda found a pleasurable way of punishing Clare.

When my girlfriend returned, she looked a little flushed.

I smiled. “Everything okay?”

“Yes, it will be; though Brenda mentioned I have to pay my dues.”

“Dues?” I questioned, knowing it would be something sexual.

Clare looked at me in a way that gave me the feeling that there was something she didn’t want to give away. So, naturally, I was intrigued.

“What is it?” I questioned.

“Don’t laugh, David, but she wants to spank me. It's something that I recently found out that I enjoy.”

I started laughing; I couldn’t help it even if Clare was now staring at me, annoyed.

“You are a fucking big kid,” she announced, knowing it was true.

“If you don’t stop laughing, I am going home.”

“To get spanked?” Which probably was not the best thing to say.

Clare turned to walk out of the bedroom. I grabbed her arm and sat back on the bed, pulling her with me.

The alpha male part of me bubbled up. “You are not going anywhere, young woman.”

Unlike Sarah, Clare sometimes needed a firm hand to control her and stop her inherent destructive streak. Both Brenda and I knew that, and for me, spanking seemed to be an excellent idea, especially as Clare had just admitted that she enjoyed it.

I securely held her as she wiggled, trying to escape my hold and go home.

I didn’t think so.

Her action had me chuckling, especially when she dropped across my knee and her perfect jean-clad bottom presented itself. So, in an act of appreciation, my hand came down in a series of three hard smacks. 

“I don’t mind spanking you,” I declared with a grin as she continued to resist, her body still wriggling. Then, on the sixth smack, Clare stopped moving. She seemed to relax, and I smacked her two more times, one on each bottom cheek.

I then declared, “When you next see Brenda, you can tell her that I warmed you up for her.”

That comment caused Clare to call me an arse!

I observed, “I must be perfect then if I am anything like yours.”

That stopped Clare from resisting; her struggles diminished until they became nothing more than just a whimper.

Unseen, I quietly smiled as I realised that spanking my girlfriend’s bottom was damn good fun! 

Smack!

“Stop,” Clare said. “If you are going to spank me, let’s do it properly, but you have to stop acting like a big kid!”

Challenge accepted, I thought.

Smack!

“Ow!” Clare hadn’t been expecting that one, and I gave a false grin. It was a gentle reminder that sometimes I quite liked the idea of being a big kid.

With a short, sharp stare, she rolled off me, stood, and dropped her jeans, her underwear peeling off with them. Now naked from the waist down, her bald pussy looked back at me. Its slit already seemed to glisten. She was already aroused.

“David, seriously, Brenda has only done this once. When she did, it caught me by surprise just how much I enjoyed it.”

“You came?”

Clare nodded, almost embarrassingly.

Smiling, I interlocked my fingers and cracked their knuckles as I stretched my arms out. Then I patted my knees, waiting for Clare to take up her earlier spanking position.

"I'm being serious, David.”

I looked at Clare and just waited. This was a power game. My instincts were telling me that as she had climaxed with Brenda, her pussy would soon start doing the talking, and she would bend over my lap and take her ‘natural’ position.

“So is this a dom and sub scenario?” I teased, thinking there was no way that Clare would be subservient to me. I was right.

“No, that’s too, Brenda!”

I grinned, “Then it has to be a misbehaving girlfriend.”

“What…?”

Smack!

I had slapped Clare on the ass with my bare hand before she had the chance to give a witty answer.

I thought a naughty girlfriend was the perfect scenario, as it suited our current relationship. Clare knew; all I wanted was for her to be in a monogamous relationship with Sarah and me—just the three of us. 

“I have never done this either, so tell me what works,” I honestly remarked, my cock now throbbing.

Clare agreed to let me know.

Smack!

“Just do what feels right,” Clare exclaimed. She had rapidly become sexually excited.

I glanced down at the two white globes of her tight bottom; there was not a blemish on them.

“Come on, spank me, Dom!”

Smack! My hand came down again, harder, and this time I felt my girlfriend wince.

“You okay?” I softly asked.

“Fucking great, Dom, you would be. It's meant to hurt,” Clare hissed lovingly. “Get on with it, spank me, spank me hard, and make me cum. I will tell you if I want you to stop!”

Smack! Smack! Smack!

“Oh, yeah!” Clare cried out. “That's it, spank your naughty girlfriend; I deserve every smack.”

Smack! Smack! Smack!

I wasn’t sure if Clare was just teasing me, but I could tell the sting of each slap was having the desired effect. She parted her legs just enough to make sure I could see her wet, bald slit between her reddening bottom cheeks.

She gasped, once again, “Spank me harder, David, and make me cum.”

Smack! Smack! Smack!

As I got into it, I could feel the dry heat of her reddening bottom cheeks against the wetness of Clare’s pussy. It made me realise that by spreading her legs, I was now effectively sending quivers into her very core. New energy flowed through me, and I felt my cock harden.

Smack! Smack! Smack!

As my hand came down on her bare ass, I gasped, “You have a very spankable bottom.”

“Just spank me; I fucking deserve it; I cheated on Karen.”

I heard Clare’s words, but my mind was on my girlfriend's glowing bum, her winking arsehole, and her puffy, swollen cunt. At least she didn’t say she cheated on me, I thought!

Smack! Smack! Smack!

“Oh yes! Spank me, fucking spank me, spank your slut,” my girlfriend urged, her fingers now frigging her clit.

Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!

“Ow! Ow-ow-ow! Oh, God, yes! Spank me!”

My eyes were now looking at Clare’s pussy as she started cumming in little squirts that ran down her legs and splashed on the carpet.

“Fuck, yes,” Clare moaned as I briefly stopped my hand's onslaught and ran my finger along her bottom crack and then slowly circled her arsehole, teasing her most private place.

“Stick it in,” my girlfriend screamed, her fingers now openly fucking her sloshing pussy.

I needed no further invitation, and I pushed my index finger into her ass, past its knuckle, and right to its base.

Clare screamed out as her pussy gushed, my finger buried deep in her ass, and fucking her.

The wash of my girlfriend’s orgasm sent her body rigid and red, and for a brief moment her body was a monochrome red: hair, trunk, legs, and of course her bottom. Though that stayed a rosy red, long after Clare’s skin tone had returned to normal.

I looked down at the wet puddle on the carpet and thought that it was another stain I needed to clean up. Then I turned to Clare, who was now sitting next to me, and I offered her my index finger that had just been up her ass.

“Time to clean this,” I playfully suggested as I moved it towards her mouth.

Clare turned her head away and told me to go and wash it.

“You suck my cock after it’s been in your ass,” I reminded her, now grinning.

“That’s different. Now go!”

I had been told, and I trundled off to the bathroom, my cock reminding me that it was now its turn to have some fun. After washing, I stripped off, thinking I wouldn’t need clothes for the rest of the day. I threw them in the hamper and returned to Clare fully naked.

But to coin a Brenda phrase, “Clare was full of surprises.” She was lying there on our bed, grinning at me, her ankles behind her head.

“I bet you didn’t know I could do this!”

I didn’t. I thought you needed to be a gymnast to get in such a position. But this was no time to analyse. Without my girlfriend moving, I climbed on top of her, my cock sliding easily into her wet and very willing pussy.

I started to fuck Clare in earnest; we mutely moaned as our bodies oscillated together—just raw fucking.

But then Clare moaned. "You're in the wrong hole," she said, despite her pussy responding to my every thrust.

I hesitated and then stopped moving as I contemplated my girlfriend’s carnal words. My brain clicked, and then Clare confirmed what my mind had just worked out as she said the magic words, “David, I want you to fuck my ass.”

How I love this girl, I thought, as I pushed my hard and very willing cock into her lower, tighter hole with the help of some lube. Clare and I loved the feeling of anal sex, though this was a first for me to have any girl tell me that I put my cock in the wrong hole when I was in her pussy.

I didn’t fuck Clare’s ass; I made love to it. Slow, rhythmic strokes until we both approached our climax. I then felt my girlfriend reach behind me, searching, and my instincts told me that Clare was going to perform her blowjob party trick and stick a finger up my ass.

To help her, I slowed, and as her middle finger pushed home, I twitched. With Clare’s finger now wiggling and a series of energetic thrusts, my body shook. There was no return; as with a primaeval grunt, I came in her rear passage.

It was an action that had my girlfriend moaning as she squirted over us and soaked the bed. Clare had previously told me that she always came like that from anal sex and that the pleasurable feeling was different from a vaginal orgasm.

We lay there briefly cuddling, and as we did so, Clare offered me her middle finger to clean and then giggled as I pulled a face. I had just realised it was the one that had just been up my bottom.

I got the message.

Later, as we lay there in bed, Clare told me that she needed to tell me something.

“Actually,” she said, “there was quite a lot she wanted to get off her chest.”

Of course, my witty humour kicked in, and I reminded her that she currently didn’t have anything covering her breasts. But Clare was serious, which I soon understood when she gave me a stern stare and didn’t bother to nudge me.

Clare went on to explain what happened at Karen’s eighteenth birthday party. She told me about Dot and two visits to Dot's hotel, the second one lasting all afternoon, and there was more... 

She mentioned her new squirting piece and how she enjoyed wearing it in the bedroom. Then there was Millie, Linda, and what she might do with a girl called Debbie at college who was coming onto her.

As she spoke, I realised that she was unloading her guilt on me for cheating on Karen and that this confessional was to offset her natural destructive streak.

I already knew some of what Clare told me, but not all of it.

As I listened, I made an effort to hide the fact that every new revelation Clare made my stomach tighten and then turn. I knew this reaction was entirely different from the one I experienced when Sarah confessed something sexual to me.

As Clare spoke, she went through the details and what she was thinking. She was deliberately making herself sound like a terrible person and a complete slut. I just let Clare get it all out, and I even tried my best to occasionally offer her some advice!

However, my main input was my arm around her, pulling Clare close and cuddling her. It was saying without using words that I love you and will always be there for you. 

What else could I do?

Other than listen and give my girlfriend a sturdy shoulder to cry on. I sensed our time would come, as I never thought for a moment that Clare would end up in a committed relationship with another woman. But I had to ask the question.

“Do you love Karen?”

Clare looked at me and then pecked me on the lips. There was no instant answer, and we both knew she was carefully thinking about what to say.

“It’s strange; I never thought I could fall in love with another woman, but the more I am with Karen, the more I am not so sure,” her considered answer.

Clare paused, and I had the feeling she was using that mathematical brain to calculate the next words.

“However, I always wanted children.” She looked at me and cheekily grinned. “That’s not a man-child, David.” Clare became more serious as she added, “I feel I would rather bring a family up with a man, their father.”

I smiled and kissed Clare. “So there is hope for me?”

“Of course, there is, especially if you ever grow up!”

“No chance then,” I grinned as Clare nudged me, grinning.

I jestingly asked, “Are you in love with Brenda too?”

My only answer came in the form of a playful nudge.

“Talking of love, how are you and Sarah getting along?”

“Fine,” I answered, though I was somewhat surprised by the question.

“David, remember she is not me. Treat her well.”

“I won’t spank her if that's what you're saying.”

Clare laughed and then called me a child.

“Unless she wants me to,” I then added, smiling.

“Do you love her?”

"Yes," was my instant answer. However, as I uttered those words, it occurred to me that perhaps I was also pushing Clare away. So, I kissed my girlfriend and softly whispered, “I love you too!”

After a pause, Clare asked. “Do you have meaningful conversations with Sarah, and if so, what does she say about our future?”

“You have to ask her,” I replied.

From day one, I had vowed to keep private conversations private, and I went on to remind Clare exactly that. But as I spoke, it made me think, and the truth was, Sarah never really asked about my other girlfriend. She had come to terms with the situation, and during our time together, she never expressed regret for Clare's presence.

I went on to tell Clare exactly that and then added. "I feel that Sarah, in her own way, admires you and the way you live your life. We have to remember that with Sarah, it is all about maintaining a good-girl image for her family. She went through a challenging time in her life, and it's only now, with our support, that Sarah is finding her path, such as returning to college and trying to find a new job."

I held Clare close and then kissed her to emphasise the next point. “In that way, she is in a similar position to you, so I guess you understand.”

“Good answer, David. See, you can be grown up when you try.”

I grinned and then started tickling Clare. It was the one power I had over both my girlfriends. 

“Juvenile!”

I rolled between Clare’s legs as she giggled and whispered with meaning, “I love you.”

Then, with our connection re-established, I proved to Clare that I certainly wasn’t a child as I made love to her long into the night.

*****

Over the next two days, Clare stayed with me, and we connected as a couple. It was not just the sex; it was simply everything. It was just the two of us and a single phone call from Sarah, during which she informed us that she had called to hear my voice. However, she later admitted that she was bored and too old to visit relatives with her parents.

As she was missing me, I suggested that a good way to lift the tedium would be to go to her bedroom and masturbate.

I chuckled when she, somewhat irritated, told me to go forth and multiply as she couldn’t, as she was sharing a bedroom with her younger brother, Gary.

Then I reminded her that I felt the same way every other Friday night when I had to stay at Sarah’s parent’s house if I wanted to sleep with her. Of course, according to Sarah, that was completely different. It was a comment that made both me and Clare laugh.

Sarah signed off by reminding me about the family Sunday roast dinner before; like we always did, we went to see our friends at the local pub, The Bat and Ball.

After Sarah had signed off, Clare cocked an eyebrow. “Family dinners?”

“Yes, it feels like they are trying to further integrate me into the family, like me sleeping over every other Friday. For me, I see my future being the three of us: you, me, and Sarah.”

“David, you know one day you are going to have to choose between Sarah and me?”

I instantly rebuked, “Says the girl who has two girlfriends.”

“That is completely different!”

We smiled at each other; an impasse reached.

Sarah joined us Sunday, and that gave me the chance to announce the big news, which I had been holding back from mentioning until we were all together. I showed them a check that I had received from Brenda; it was for ten thousand pounds! 

“This is the first payment for the photos that I took.” I didn’t have a chance to finish my sentence as both girls simultaneously jumped on me. It was their way of showing appreciation, though I could have thought of better ways, like a lesbian sex show, especially when my ribs became sore.

We were going to split the money three ways: a third would go to Sarah as a "professional" model, ten percent would go to Clare as she introduced us to Brenda, and the remaining amount would go into "our" future house fund. That was something neither girl yet knew about.

Only Brenda and I knew that the modelling contract had been arranged because neither of us wanted Clare to work while she was in college. She had to pay her mum, keep money, or bedroom tax, as my girlfriend put it, and was too proud (read stubborn) to accept financial help from Brenda or me. 

That night, I wrote all this up in my nineteen-eighty-seven-orange journal. In it, I said that I had sympathy for Karen, and my feeling was that Clare would change and realise her future lay with me and, hopefully, also with Sarah. 

I also expressed my opinion that ten thousand pounds seemed excessive for just two photos. It made me wonder if Brenda had put her own money into it.

When I called Brenda to express my gratitude and enquire, all I received was, "Nonsense, my dear." She told me the posters would be in stores soon and that there would be a monthly check until they stopped selling them.

Who was I to argue?

I just thanked Brenda for her generosity.

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