As I passed Brenda’s car, I dropped the bag with the strap-on still in it into the car's boot. It was not needed anymore, and there was the safest place to store it. I walked past Mum’s car, which was in the drive. That was unusual as this was about the time she normally picked up my younger brothers from school. “Hi Mum, I'm home,” I called out as I stepped in the front door. There was no reply, so I scampered up the sta...

Sunday morning started a little different to normal. It was Dad, up and making our brother's breakfast. There was simply no sign of Mum, and that was very unusual. It felt a little strange. When she did come down and eventually greeted us; it was with a knowing smile, especially when she saw me. Other than that, life went on as if nothing had happened. My guess was Mum had not mentioned anything to Dad about our brief emb...

We stepped through Brenda’s apartment front door; we were hungry for each other after our little talk. But as we moved to her bedroom, Brenda noticed that the telephone answering machine light was flashing. It was a message from my sister. Could I phone you ASAP? It's an emergency, I checked, and the message had only been left fifteen minutes ago, so I quickly phoned my home number. On the third ring, Ella answered. She e...

I was in Brenda’s dressing room, staring into her full-length mirror. Noises were coming down the corridor from my girlfriend's kitchen. It was where a late breakfast was being eaten, but I was not ready to join them. There was too much merriment going on in there. I needed to think about last night and what happened. There had been Rainbow’s, Brenda’s entertainment, the stage show, and my girlfriend sleeping with Jaz. Bu...

I sat there in the rear of Paula’s car as she drove; Brenda’s arm was wrapped around me. There had been chuckles at my expense, mutterings that had now just become background noise. I didn’t care if collecting lady's telephone numbers had been just a Brenda game. Let them have their fun, I thought. Inside, I felt alive, I was still thinking about Linda and the future possibilities. It never occurred to me that I had just...

Not long after that, we returned to our girlfriends, and I noticed a middle-aged woman dressed in a black concoction sitting between Brenda and Paula. The three of them stopped talking as soon as I approached. “This is Hazel,” Brenda said. “She is your new dance partner.” The new lady held out her hand in such a manner it was obvious she expected me to kiss it rather than just shake it. I bent over and irritatingly did as...

The Rainbow Bar, or as most people called it, “Rainbows” was firstly a drinking establishment, primarily used by females of the city, as it offered a warm, friendly place to socialise. Situated in the heart of the gay quarter, Rainbows was the best-known city lesbian bar. It was certainly very different to Club o-X-o; that place felt almost clandestine. The Rainbow Bar was anything but that, as it was often advertised in...

It was early Friday evening, and I stood there completely naked. I was on show, having been washed, prodded and then buffed by Paula as she tried to make me look beautiful, like a top model. As I stood there, both excited and yet scared. I looked into the mirror, and my eyes went wide as I found it hard to recognise myself. Paula had done an amazing job. She had even put a little rouge on my nipples to make them more visi...

When I woke on Thursday, a sizeable chunk of me was relieved that I had nothing planned for the day. I needed a night in and time to think, especially about what Karen had said last night. But above all, today, I needed to talk to David and hear his voice. I wanted the reassurance that he would be there for me when he returned from his and Sarah’s holiday in Crete. The house was empty, apart from my sister, who was moping...

As we travelled to Club o-X-o our conversation was uncertain. We couldn’t help but wonder why Brenda wanted us to visit a club with a female minder, and why Donna had to dress like she had. All I could say to Karen was Brenda was educating me about her adult world; and the opportunities that came with being sexual with other women. “Maybe she was trying to shock us, or see how we react,” I suggested. “Well, I am going to...

Donna, our chauffeur, opened the limo's twin doors. The sight before Karen and I, made us gasp, then grin and giggle. Our stares had taken in a restaurant table; it had been laid for two. Nothing had been skimped, with its red tablecloth, white china plates, silver cutlery, and, for a centrepiece, a single lit candle. But there was more. The table was set in a white, Arabian-style tent, which had been fully closed on its...

Brenda's camera was clicking away. My butch lesbian girlfriend had not stopped chuckling since I had told her about last night’s date with Karen. Her amusement had been first spurred by the fact that I had told my second girlfriend all about my first, the ongoing relationship with Brenda. Karen had taken that news surprisingly well. However, it was what happened at the end of the date that had Brenda really chuckling and...

I walked home from Brenda’s with a renewed spring in my step. My pussy soreness was now numbed, and my bottom felt warm; it had a glow within it. Playing on my Walkman was Michael Jackson’s Bad album. It was his latest, and, despite the title, it was very good; my feet popping alone to the tune. I found myself dancing into the house, which was almost the opposite of how I left it this morning. Mum was there in the kitchen...