From My Diaries #2 - "Before Curvy Claire: Part 2"

Finally - Part 2 of my new story... Enjoy!

From My Diaries #2 - "Before Curvy Claire"

Part 2

I’ve always loved horses, and with growing up in a farming family, I was familiar with them from a very young age. Daddy wasn’t a breeder or a trainer, but we had a large L-shaped field on the back of the farm that wasn’t in use because it needed flattening to make it suitable for farming and so instead, he invested in some stables and converted them into a paddock for people to house their horses.

My first ever paid job was mucking out and feeding the ponies and at quite a young age, I expressed an interest in riding. Daddy paid for lessons for his Princess, of course, and I never looked back. I wasn’t quite brave enough for racing or even jumping, but I loved eventing and dressage events and when I was old enough Daddy got me my first horse, a beautiful dun gelding that I promptly named Biscuit. For a long time, Biscuit was my world, but I won’t bore you with my love for horses.

Daddy closed his paddocks when I went to secondary school and we relocated Biscuit and the other horses to another stable which was just a bike ride away. I spent a lot of time between being twelve to sixteen at the stables, helping out for a small amount of money and looking after Biscuit, and it was there that I met Simon and Howard.

Simon was my fantasy boy. He was tall, dark and handsome, a couple of years older than me and I remember thinking he was so mature and totally dreamy. Howard was his best friend who worked there with him at the weekends. He wasn’t quite so dishy, in fact he wasn’t really that attractive at all as I remember (sorry if you’re reading this Howard) but he had something about him. Unlike the friendly and gentlemanly Simon, Howard was sullen and sometimes moody and I don’t know whether it was the ‘Edward Cullen/Mr Darcy’ effect or what it was, but I did find myself something thinking about him too.

If you’ve ever been involved with horses or worked at a stable, you will know that it is far from a glamorous job. I wasn’t a girl that wore a lot of make-up anyway back then, in fact despite having a very womanly figure, I was still quite tomboyish in many ways, but I found myself beginning to dress a little more daringly that what was really appropriate for the tasks I was doing, and making more of an effort with my hair and make-up, just to try and get the two boys’ attention.

It worked. Simon and Howard both started regularly asking me when I was next going to be at the stables, and then they would just happen to be there the same days as me. We got to be friends, but of course I wanted it to be more, and I flirted with them outrageously, having not yet mastered the subtle art of seduction which a woman learns as she gets older. I would quite often ‘accidentally’ leave my top unbuttoned ridiculously low, and wear skirts which was ridiculous in such an environment, but I loved the attention such actions attracted, especially as I didn’t really have any other boys in my life with going to an all-girls’ school.

It was booze again that instigated things - this time it was cheap bottles of Lambrusco rather than white cider, but it had the same effect on me when the boys invited me to a party at Simon’s house one summer evening. The ‘party’ turned out to be just the three of us and Simon’s younger brother, who was roughly the same age as me. We hung out in his back garden - Simon’s parents were away on holiday - then listened to some music, ate some horrible barbecued food as I remember, and drank copious amounts of Lambrusco and beer.

Some of you might be thinking, ‘Weren’t you a bit scared?’ or ‘Are you stupid?’ because it’s obvious what the boys were after, but you have to understand that I knew the boys quite well and trusted them. Perhaps I was naive, but I was always quite desperate to impress and if I’m honest with myself, I really wanted to ‘get off’ with one of them, especially the lovely Simon.

My parents knew where I was, and called me during the evening to make sure I was all right. Daddy told me to be a good girl, he knew the boys quite well too - in fact, he was quite good friends with his father - although he probably wouldn’t have been quite as relaxed if I had told him the truth that I was on my own with them, rather than the lie I spun about it being a party and Sarah and some of my other friends being there with me.

Once Simon had managed to dispatch his little brother to bed, the two boys asked me if I wanted to watch a blue movie, and somehow took my quite non-committal response to be one of eagerness, with the speed that they rustled through some old VHS tapes until they found a suitably dirty one. I began to feel a little uncomfortable, watching a woman on all fours being taken by a man at each end - a new concept for me back then - although the porno film did get me a little bit horny at first, I soon tired of it, a lot quicker than the boys did, both of whom were sitting there with tented jeans. They ended up either side of me on the sofa, and Simon put his arm around my shoulder, which all added together to make me feel a bit nervous.

However, I was slightly excited and giddy too and if it wasn’t for the booze I would probably have run a mile but I didn’t. Simon began to kiss my neck and whisper how gorgeous he thought I was into my ear. It was weird for all this to be going on with Howard sitting on the other side of me, so I didn’t respond straight away and when he put his hand on my bare thigh (I was wearing a short skirt) I pushed his hand away instinctively.

He sat up straight, and I had this horrible conflicting moment where I both didn’t want anything to happen too fast, yet I also didn’t want to offend and lose the chances of what I did want - a bit of a naughty kiss and a sexy cuddle. So, I reacted by putting my arm around his neck and drawing him into a kiss. His face went from one of dismay and disappointment to one of pleasant surprise in an instant, and the second time his hand went on my thigh I didn’t move it.

He didn’t go straight for the kill - his hand just rubbed up and down my thigh a few times, slipping under my skirt without ever going too far, but as we ‘made out’ it eventually moved upwards, hesitatingly stroking across my breasts and then eventually cupping and squeezing one. Now I was really starting to get excited and I whispered into his ear that I wished Howard would go away so we could lie down. He stopped kissing me as we looked at each other for a moment, probably while he decided what to do, then he took me by the hand and led me upstairs.

I let him take me into his bedroom, which I remember was full of football posters and the like - he was a Liverpool fan - and after we barricaded the door shut with a chair and a box, we started kissing on the bed. How exciting is it when you’re that age, to be kissing and ‘fooling around?’ I remember the radio was playing “I’ll Be Missing You,” by Puff Daddy and Faith Evans as he lifted my top up and pulled my bra down. It was the first time that someone other than Toby had seen my breasts and I was so incredibly turned on that I actually pulled his head down for him to suck my nipples.

His hand went under my skirt and pulled down my knickers and my hands were rubbing the front of his jeans and after his fingers had found my wet pussy hole and fingered me for a few heart-racing moments, he helped me to undo his belt and zipper and it was then that I felt my first cock in my hand. He yanked his trousers and boxer shorts down and I just grabbed it and started to stroke it - he must have thought I was a total slut, I was that eager!

He wasn’t as good at playing with my pussy as Sarah had been, he didn’t touch my clit, instead he just finger fucked me as fast as he could, with first one, then two fingers, but to be fair I probably wasn’t giving him the best hand job ever either. I was just tugging on it, but it was my first time doing it, so I shouldn’t be too hard on the young Claire, I suppose.

It was the first penis I’d seen since Toby’s and I remember thinking it was slightly bigger and less hairy. I had fun pulling the skin back and seeing how shiny and slightly wet the end of his cock was. I felt his balls too, something I’d never done with Toby. I thought they felt very strange at the time. Simon was getting incredibly horny, and was pumping his hips in time to my hand stroking his cock, like he was fucking my hand, and seeing how aroused he was getting only served to make me more turned on too, especially with his fingers working my pussy.

As drunk and as turned on as I was, when he tried to get on top of me to fuck me, I stopped him and asked him if he’d got a ‘rubber Johnny.’ The look of disappointment on his face was crushing. I really, really wanted him right then - it was all so perfect - but naive as I might have been, I wasn’t stupid. My parents and my sister had all given me the talk on being sensible when the time came, and as nice a boy as Simon was, I wasn’t going to risk catching something or getting pregnant.

Simon got a little bit upset, as boys do when they’re denied at the last minute, but luckily his little brother came to my rescue by banging on the door and shouting, ‘I know what you’re doing in there!’ in the most annoying voice possible. Simon and I got dressed rapidly and headed outside where Simon beat the hell out of his kid brother, while I made my excuses to go home.

Despite the night ending in a bit of a disaster, I’d had the most brilliant time, and like the silly young girl I was back then, I thought he and I were an item. All sorts of crazy romantic notions went through my head over the next few days, until on my way to my friend’s house the following week, I saw Simon standing at the bus stop with another girl. As I walked over to say hello, they started kissing and I felt my heart break for the first time.

Isn’t it funny how life at that age is so full of extreme feelings? The most intense of loves, and the bitterest of disappointments. Everything is so magnified - you’re feeling emotions for the first time, and they either totally thrill, or they completely crush you.

Simon even looked at me, but didn’t break the kiss, in fact his eyes lingered on me and when I felt my own eyes brimming with tears, I turned and walked away. I’d been on the way to see one of my friends, but for some reason I went instead to the stables.

When I got there, I went and consoled myself by giving Biscuit a brush and filling his trough with fresh water and food and then as fate would have it, I saw Howard sweeping the yard and went out to speak to him.

He could tell I was upset and once he’d done, he asked me if I wanted to go back to his mum’s house for a drink and a chat about it, an offer which I gratefully accepted. His parents were lovely, they made me a cup of tea and a sandwich while I phoned mother to tell her where I was, and once we’d eaten, we went up to Howard’s room where I poured my heart out to him about how Simon, and how betrayed and heartbroken I felt.

Howard was normally the quieter of the two, and because he was normally quite unapproachable and nowhere near as charismatic or friendly as his best friend, I didn’t expect him to be so sensitive but he was. However, I was even more surprised when he quietly told me that he’d gotten really jealous when Simon had bragged about what he’d done with me.

I was angry. Simon had told him? I had to know exactly what had been said, so I asked a quite embarrassed Howard to tell me what he’d bragged about. That was a little insensitive of me, as Howard was basically trying to tell me how much he liked me, but I was fuming at that particular moment. He didn’t want to say, but I insisted and eventually he told me that Simon had boasted of playing with and sucking my ‘big tits’ and that he’d fingered my ‘hairy pussy.’ I cringed slightly at that, but told him to continue and with burning cheeks Howard said that Simon had gone on to say that I’d wanked him off and that he could have fucked me if he’d wanted to, but his little brother had interrupted them and spoiled it.

But then Simon had got off with another girl that he’d fancied for ages, and who was slimmer and prettier than me. He’d even told some of the other lads that he was friendly with that I was now fair game and that they should ‘give me a try.’

I was devastated at that, and Howard began to apologise, saying he shouldn’t have told me - but I thanked him for being honest. He was upset as well and I felt I should say sorry too, for ignoring him. If I’d known what a dick Simon was and that Howard was as nice as he was, I would have gone out with him instead.

I remember realising that I was crying. I don’t know when the tears had started coming - I only knew when Howard reached up and wiped them away. He was staring at me, and it was one of those moments that just happen. Howard leaned in and kissed me and before I knew what was happening, I was kissing him back passionately. We went from kissing to dry humping on the bed, and then I took the initiative and took my t-shirt off. Howard’s eyes went as big as dinner plates when he saw my boobs in my bra. He was already hard, I could feel it rubbing against me through his trousers, but I bet he got even harder. His hands went to my breasts, squeezing them enthusiastically but he didn’t make any attempt to take my bra off.

I’d got trousers on that day and I remember wanting to be really naughty and because he didn’t make any moves at all to progress things, I popped the button and pulled my zipper down and eventually he took the hint, sliding a hand slowly down my belly and into my panties. I shrugged my knickers and trousers down to give him better access to finger me and then I reached behind my back and unclasped my bra for him.

This was it; I was going to lose my virginity. I decided there and then that even if he didn’t have a condom, which he most likely didn’t, I was going to let him have me. Even if it was just to get back at Simon, I didn’t care. I just wanted someone to want me, and Howard obviously did.

After several more minutes of frantic kissing and groping, I was more or less naked, in only my socks basically, so I pulled his shirt off over his head, then undid his trousers and pulled his shorts and trousers down. Of course, Howard was already rock hard, and I remember thinking his dick was huge at the time - it was certainly much bigger than Simon’s and Toby’s, and had very little hair around it at all. I grabbed the shaft and started stroking it, then he pushed my head gently downwards and at first I wondered what the hell he was doing, then it sank in that he wanted me to suck it.

I was so scared, but I took a deep breath and moved so that his cock was right in front of my face. His penis was very hard and felt hot in my hand as I pulled the skin right back and first kissed and then licked the end tentatively. It didn’t smell or taste of anything in particular, I don’t know quite what I expected, but it wasn’t unpleasant at all, so I put my lips over the end and began to slowly suck on it, moving more of it into my mouth as I dared, nervous I might choke on it if I went too fast.

The end was so smooth as I ran my tongue over it, and It felt so wonderful when Howard began to moan and started to move his hips a little. It seemed to grow in my mouth, getting even harder and it was so rewarding to know that I was doing it right - he was obviously enjoying it - so I began to suck it a bit more confidently, trying to remember how I’d seen women do it in the porn videos I’d seen. Howard’s hand stroked the back of my head, then suddenly he announced that I should move - fast - and I realised he was going to ejaculate. Quick as a shot I pulled away and just in time, because a thick stream of white fluid jetted out, landing all over my hand and his thigh.

I was disappointed that he’d finished already - but I also felt a huge thrill at having made a man cum. It was almost like a feeling of pride in myself. I was so happy I felt like I was going to burst! Howard was embarrassed at having cum so soon and apologised for it, but I kissed him and told him it was fine. He cleaned up and we kissed again for a little while before I made my excuses to leave, but not before we made plans to go on a ‘date’ soon. The cinema - on the coming Friday. I couldn’t wait! The kiss at the doorstep as I left was the tenderest, loveliest thing that I’d ever known.

I went home, realising that I’d got a boyfriend. My first boyfriend!

Part 3 following soon... xxx Claire

It's been a while...

So how is everyone?

I've had a hectic couple of months... first of all, my sister's illness took me out of the blogosphere for a while, then as that began to work itself out and the demands on me became a little less, the school holidays took over!

My wonderful hubby took us to several lovely places, and I thoroughly enjoyed it, but I was glad when the kids did go back to school, and hubby jetted off to work -  and I managed to have some 'me' time but then I got hijacked again by the shop needing me and a close friend having a bit of a crisis.

Now, hopefully, those things are also calming down and something approaching normality might just be returning!

We'll see, I don't want to speak too soon!

To see if you've missed me at all, here is a little photo and also a promise to finally continue my latest story - 'Before I Became A Slut,' - it just needs a little editing and then I can post it.

Enjoy the photo, and write to me to say hi!

My new story - at last!

Hey everyone, sorry I've been quiet but this is why! My second story, drawn from my diaries. Part 1 is here in it's entirety - parts 2, 3 and 4 to come - email me if you want to read them in advance of them being posted.

Hope you enjoy it - feedback always appreciated. I hope you're all keeping well, enjoy the photo at the end of the story :-)

xxx Claire

All work copyright © Claire Brighton 2012

From My Diaries

2) Before Curvy Claire

(Part 1)

In my first ‘Diary entry’ on here, I detailed how my ‘fall to the dark side’ began, and how I first cheated on my husband, Paul. That was a turning point in my life, and one from which I never looked back.

Until now.

It was interesting to go through my old diaries last year. I read so much in there which made me smile, and so many things which also made me sad. It’s almost like I was a totally different person back when I was young. I suppose everyone is the same. You almost mourn for the child you used to be; when you were innocent and you had all of your life in front of you. If only I knew what lay in front of me - I’d have done things differently. Or would I?

I can’t really be unhappy at where I am in life. There are so many people who lead such disadvantaged lives. I’ve been very, very lucky and I still am an exceptionally blessed person. I’m not short of money. I have a husband that loves me. Two wonderful children. And more sex than the average person has in a lifetime. Who am I to complain?

The only little things I would change about my past would be my attitude to sex. I wish I’d been more adventurous earlier. It took me until I was 2004, when I was 22 years old, to discover how much fun sex really could be. So many people discover it earlier on, and sometimes I wonder how much I missed out on and wish I could turn the clock back. I see photos and hear stories about wild holidays that girls have with their friends. About sleeping around with boys in college or university - going to wild parties and experimenting with drugs and doing crazy things.

I never did any of that. Can you tell me - have I missed out?

It doesn’t pain me too much - I’ve more than made up for it since! I think I’ve slept with over fifty men since first cheating on Paul eight years ago, which averages at between six and seven men a year, although to be honest most of those men were in the four years from 2004-2008, when I couldn’t help but sleep with any nice man who showed an interest. Since then I’ve settled into a routine of regular ‘special friends’ who I see regularly rather than one-off encounters.

But that is nearer the now - I’ll write what happened after I became Curvy Claire in a later story. Right now, I want to go backwards. Right back. To the beginning. Here is my autobiography, if a shortened version. Hopefully, it will help you get to know me.

I was born in the middle of May, back in 1982, which yes, at the time of writing, makes me thirty very soon! Perhaps approaching that scary milestone is what’s making me look back, I don’t know.

I was born in Chester in the UK, a prosperous area compared to some, and I had a wonderful start in life as my mother and father loved me dearly, and I had a very caring childhood. My father is called Charles, but everyone calls him Charlie, and he was and still is one of the nicest men you could ever meet. My mother was Anna, and again she was a very sweet, affectionate person who I have nothing but the fondest memories of.

My father, my elder sister, Donna, who is two years older than me, and I were devastated when we lost my mother to breast cancer after a short and brutal fight against the disease. She was only forty-five and she died just a month before my wedding, which she’d fought desperately to stay alive to see. A sad memory, but I prefer to remember her as the fun, loving woman that she was.

It feels a little weird to write like this about her, almost disrespectful, but I often wonder if my mother is where I get my high sex drive from. My father only slept with one woman besides my mother, and she was his previous wife. He never had any girlfriends before that, and he has never slept with anyone or had a real relationship with any women since my mother died ten years ago. He is quite open about sex, he always has been, he’s not a shy or prudish man, but he believes very much in relationships and marriage and if he knew just what I was like, I think he would be quite upset.

My sister takes after him, she has slept with a small number of men - I won’t disclose how many, it’s not my place to - but every one of them has been in a serious relationship. She is married now, with three children and has a fabulous marriage by all accounts. She is very much a career person and while she enjoys sex as much as the next person, she doesn’t display the appetite for it which I have.

My father’s first marriage produced a boy, my step-brother Toby, who is four years older than me. Daddy divorced his ex-wife when he found out she was cheating on him, and that she’d fallen pregnant to the man she was having a fling with. That man disappeared as soon as Daddy confronted him about his affair, and Toby never met his real father. Despite my father divorcing however, he felt guilty about leaving his ex-wife pregnant and with no-one to turn to, and although he met my mother soon afterwards and married her - he did keep in touch with his ex-wife (with mother’s blessing) and helped raise Toby the best he could, as a sort of step-son.

Quite often, as a teenager in the holidays, we would go and stay with Daddy’s other family. Daddy wasn’t fucking Jane (his ex-wife,) I’m very sure of that, but they always stayed friends, and Toby was very much seen as my brother. We would always be at each other’s birthday parties, and shared Christmases together. You might think it weird, but it felt right at the time, and it worked for us, so everything was good.

One thing I should perhaps make a note of here, as I have mentioned before - is that I speak very well. This isn’t necessarily because I am ‘posh’ as many people like to believe - rather, I was born with a slight lisp and a short tongue, which my parents sorted by sending me for elocution lessons for six years until I learned to speak properly and all traces of the lisp had gone. I was lucky enough to be put in to private education, and even though the area and the school were very well-to-do with children from some very wealthy families, I was still poked fun at for speaking the way I did. By the time I moved up to ‘big school’ though, I was simply known as ‘Posh Claire’ and the girls (it was an all-girls’ school) accepted me for that.

With regards to sex, I was very naive. I did sex education at school, but right up to then I had never seen as much as a porn film or even a naked man. I’d seen mother naked, but never father - he was very private and careful. That changed when I was fourteen but I’ll come to that shortly.

The first cock I ever saw was my step-brother’s. I know that seems wrong, but it’s what happened. We were kids - he was sixteen and I was twelve, so neither of us really knew what we were doing was wrong. We weren’t blood related, so it seemed fine. I would think it’s probably quite common, but I guess not everyone goes around spilling the beans on their early sexual experiences, unlike I’m doing now, so you just don’t hear about it.

My breasts started growing when I was eleven, and I got my first period at roughly the same time. I remember how painful my sprouting boobs were, though I was the proudest girl in the world and felt like a real woman at the time. My sister talked me through everything, which was very embarrassing at the time, but she was great, unlike my step-brother Toby who instead took every opportunity to tease me about it.

My breasts grew quite quickly; I was a C-cup at thirteen and a D-cup by the time I left school at sixteen. My boobs and my blonde hair got me an awful lot of attention during those years, sometimes good and sometimes bad, in fact I went from loving them at thirteen to hating them during the last year of school. Physical education especially was horrible. I remember telling my sports teacher, ‘Sir, I am NOT going on that trampoline!’ Can you imagine?

So, back to Toby. As well as teasing me, he would also spend a lot of time staring at my breasts. I think he thought that I was naive or just stupid enough not to notice, but every time I wore anything remotely tight-fitting, or with a deepish V-neck, he would always try and look down my top. At first, I found it amusing, perhaps even flattering, Toby was sixteen and quite a good-looking lad but it was also slightly embarrassing and made me uncomfortable occasionally.

Then one very warm summer day in the school holidays when I was twelve, I was staying at jane and Toby’s house with Daddy and Donna too. Donna and I shared the guest bedroom, Toby had his own room and Daddy would sleep on a pull-out bed downstairs, and I was walking over the bathroom that morning for a shower when I saw Toby through the gap in his bedroom doorway. The door was only a few inches ajar but something made me glance that way as I walked past and there he was. Styling his hair in the mirror, completely naked.

I looked at his body, slim and toned and then at his penis. It was quite hairy as I remember, and I thought it quite large at the time, although with hindsight it was probably a little smaller than some, but maybe average for a lad of his age and development. I was only looking out of curiosity and wasn’t turned on at all, and after looking for a minute or so, I walked into the bathroom before he saw me.

But I was too late. He’d seen me. I didn’t know - I thought I had gotten away with it - until he knocked on the bathroom door a few minutes later, just as I was getting undressed to go in the shower. I asked him what he wanted but he insisted I open the door for a moment, so I wrapped a towel around myself and opened the door and then he confronted me about spying on him. He’d seen me looking in the mirror, he explained.

I was completely mortified. I tried to deny it, but there wasn’t much point. I had been caught red-handed, and the conversation went from there to him basically blackmailing me into removing the towel which was the only thing preserving my modesty, or he would tell my father. I remember being quite terrified of the consequences of Donna and Daddy finding out how bad I’d been, and so I let him remove the towel and look at my flourishing breasts and pubes. He had a good long look at me, then let me cover myself and he stomped back to this bedroom, while I locked the bathroom door and showered, after I’d pulled myself together from the shock of what had just happened.

I hope I’m not painting Toby out as too much of a villain. In fact I have to admit that I did feel slightly excited at being exposed to him. He was very persuasive, saying that because I’d seen him naked, he should get to see me - it was only fair - and from that day onwards, we would sometimes play this ‘You show me yours, I’ll show you mine’ game. When the house was empty, with no Donna, Jane or Daddy around, we would often end up in his bedroom. I was as guilty as he was with the game. I was really curious about his penis, and I admit that I got very aroused when he would touch my boobs, and I would see his penis grow hard. I only ever touched it once - picking it up to see how it felt, and squeezing it without ever stroking it, and he only touched my pussy the once, spreading my lips open to look inside, which immediately made me feel vulnerable and a little frightened, so I never let him touch it again after that.

That was all we ever did. As I grew a little older, the games stopped - especially when he got a girlfriend, called Mandy who was very sweet and beautiful, and so Toby lost interest in me, but I like to think that perhaps I played a small but important part in his sex education, as he did in mine, I suppose. I still see him every year or a couple of times a year at family parties and the like, but of course, we never talk about those things. I wonder if he’s ever thought about it, or reminisced like I have?

My first experience with sex was, again probably like quite a few people, seeing my parents do it. I wasn’t spying again (honestly, I wasn’t) but it was very early one morning and Donna and I were awake for some reason. This was after Toby and I played our naughty ‘game’ but I think I was possibly fourteen at the oldest, because Donna was still at school and living at home. I remember her coming up to me and putting a finger on her lips to be quiet, and then beckoning me to follow her upstairs. It wasn’t unusual for mother and father to stay in bed late on a weekend. Although Daddy owned (and still does) a farm, he had semi-retired by then to a point where he did mostly sales and paperwork, and didn’t spend so much time in the fields, and this weekend was their anniversary so I suppose they decided to celebrate it in the best way possible.

Donna had heard mother moaning and had checked to see if she was alright. The door was very slightly ajar, enough to see through the gap between the door hinges and the frame. She was chuckling to herself under her breath as she told me to look and so did I when I looked through to see Daddy’s bottom waggling up and down between mother’s upright legs! It feels a little bit shocking now when I think back, to imagine Donna and I taking it in turns to peer through the thin opening, watching them at it - but that is exactly what we did. Donna didn’t lose her virginity until she was seventeen so she was a virgin then and probably as curious about it as I was. It could be said that we both led quite a sheltered life until we left school. If I recall correctly, we stood and watched for a little while until Donna told me that they had finished and then we ran downstairs quickly before we got caught. I heard Daddy grunt, presumably as he came inside mother. Oh my, it really does feel very wrong to tell you that!

So, back to explaining why I sometimes think that I get my sex drive from my mother. After my mother died, I used to talk about her a lot, both to Donna and my father, and to my aunts and uncles, and it was my mother’s younger brother, my uncle Stuart, who first told me that Anne (as he called her of course) had been quite the wild one when she was younger.

Whereas my father was very down-to-earth for someone with his money, my mother was very uppity and quite embracing of the wealth that the farm had brought them over the years. Many people saw her as posh, like me but unlike me she was often termed ‘snobby’ as well. She was kind and caring to me and all of her family, but I remember a lot of cutting remarks she would make about passers-by or people she didn’t like. She was humorous with it, but her remarks could sometimes be quite harsh, I suppose, if taken out of context.

So to find out that before she met Daddy, she had a different boyfriend every week was quite a shock! Uncle Stuart wasn’t saying these things in a bad way - rather out of fondness - but it piqued my curiosity and made me realise that I really didn’t know all that much about my parents. It was then that Daddy told me - when I asked about their past - that he’d only ever slept with mother and Jane, and if he was being honest, he had no idea how many men mother had slept with before him, but it was a lot. He insisted it wasn’t important, the fact that she had a certain reputation for being an easy lay. It hadn’t made any difference to the fact that he fancied her and loved her and from the day that they got together, she gave up her wild ways and they were inseparable after that.

I do remember talking to her about sex when I very first got my period - and then shortly after I lost my virginity when I’d just left school - and both times, she had said that she lost her virginity at a very young age to a much older man, and that she regretted it. She wanted Donna and me to be careful and not ‘give it up’ so easily. She urged us to wait until we’d found ‘Mr. Right’ and to resist ‘Mr. Right Now’ - which I think Donna and I both took on board at the time, but I didn’t quite manage it, whereas Donna did.

My first actual physical sexual experiences came about during my final two years at school. I attended a very nice all-girls’ private school, which I have terrific memories of. Donna attended the same school, but had left already, being two years older than me, and I blossomed after she’d gone, becoming dare I say it; quite popular with my peers and teachers. I wasn’t the most intelligent in the year, but I spoke well, could hold my own at maths, and excelled at English, and my projected GCSE results were as good as I could have hoped for, if not quite as brilliant as my sister’s before me.

I had a lovely circle of friends, all but one of whom I have lost touch with, sadly, and my closest friend at the time was called Sarah, a bubbly and extremely funny, lanky-tall brunette with the biggest blue eyes I can ever remember seeing. Sarah wasn’t as popular as some of the others, and she was the only one of our group besides me who didn’t have a boyfriend (Daddy wouldn’t entertain the thought of me having a boyfriend, my studies were more important) so we used to hang around a lot together after school.

We were at the stage of trying new things, different fashion, make-up and looks, indie music and experimenting with things like alcohol and cigarettes. I still love a drink and a cigarette these days, although I’m not a heavy drinker or smoker by any means, just a social one.

One night, we’d managed to get our hands on two huge bottles of white cider, and managed to smuggle it into Sarah’s parents’ bedroom at her house. I didn’t mean to get drunk - I couldn’t afford to, if Daddy found out I would be grounded for a month - but one drink led to another and before long, me and Sarah were giggling at practically anything and everything.

I can’t quite remember how but we ended up laid next to each other on the bed, almost cuddling as we looked through some CDs and our legs were slightly intertwined. As I leaned over her to put a new CD in the player, my knee pressed in between her legs, and she let out a little moan in response, and then giggled as I stared at her in surprise.

I’m not sure whether it was the cider or not, but it just seemed harmless and fun to press my knee and thigh against her again, and instead of objecting, Sarah looked at me with a smile and moaned again. I have no idea why - it just seemed almost natural - but I laid on top of her and pressed into her further, and in response Sarah pushed her groin against me, almost grinding softly against my leg.

Our eyes didn’t meet; I remember feeling a bit weird but I didn’t stop. Perhaps I should explain that we hadn’t changed from school, so we were both wearing our school skirts still, although we had both taken our jumpers off if I remember rightly. The events that followed are a bit hazy in my recollection but I know that Sarah told me that she was ‘excited’ which is really cute when I look back at it now. Her leg went between mine and we sort of dry humped each other for a little while before eventually stopping and then we started to talk about sex.

Of course, we’d talked about boys and sex several times, what girls don’t at that age? We were both fairly naive with our upbringings, but I did really fancy a young man who worked at my local stables (I’ll come to the stables and him later) and Sarah told me about her next door neighbour who she’d liked for ages, and who she’d kissed and cuddled with a few times. But then she dropped the bombshell that he’d fingered her a couple of nights ago, and she’d masturbated him in return.

I couldn’t believe it - I’d never met him, but the fact that Sarah had taken this huge step before me, made me incredibly jealous and I insisted she tell me all the gory details. She was eager to spill the beans and as you can imagine, these two teenage girls with hormones and alcohol flowing through their veins ended up both very horny indeed. We were both still wrapped up together on the bed, and as Sarah described how he’d sucked her breasts, I couldn’t help but look at her blouse, picturing it for some reason. We had changed together in the past, so I had seen Sarah in her underwear and vice-versa, but I’d never actually seen her naked and to my surprise I couldn’t help but wonder what she looked like.

I think Sarah saw me looking because she started saying how she wished she had ‘big ones’ like mine; she was tall and quite lanky in contrast to the short, curvy and busty me. I told her that mine got on my nerves and if I could swap them for smaller ones, I would. Somehow that led to us undoing the buttons on our blouses and ‘comparing’ breasts, although we kept our bras on. When Sarah told me about his penis and then how he’d got hard, I felt myself getting hot and breathless with excitement, and when she continued with how he’d put his hand in her knickers and started to tell me explicitly how he’d really known what he was doing, rubbing her clitoris and sliding two fingers inside her, my heart was beating so fast it might as well have been happening to me right then.

And that was when it happened. Inexplicably, Sarah put her hand under my skirt and rubbed the front of my knickers, demonstrating exactly what her boyfriend had done to her. Her fingers found my clitoris, pressing it through the thin material, and it was as though an electric shock went through me. It might be hard to believe, but I had never masturbated up to that point. The only time I had ever really ‘explored’ myself down there was to put a tampon in and although I knew how to masturbate I’d just never been inclined to do it.

I just lay there silently, while Sarah continued to caress me, then she shut up too and the atmosphere totally changed. I lifted her skirt up and she did the same, and I felt the shape of her pussy through her panties and began to rub her, like she was doing to me. A stand-out memory is of Sarah chewing her lip and then stopping and pulling her knickers to one side. I remember it vividly because I was so shocked - not at the fact that she’d just exposed her vagina to me, but also because she was shaved bald down there. I stared for a moment, and then touched her hesitatingly because she obviously wanted me to. I had no idea what I was doing, but my fingers slid inside her a couple of times and I rubbed over her lips, not knowing really where her clitoris was but knowing that was what you were supposed to do. Sarah’s pussy felt both soft and smooth, and hot and sticky.

Then her hand slid down between my legs again, and I remember tensing up, knowing what she was about to do, but no words were said. I felt her pull my panties down my thighs and over my knees and I actually kicked them off and opened my legs so she could touch me. I can’t explain the thrill that was rushing through me at that moment, and when her fingers found my clitoris and began to explore my own wetness, I thought my head was going to explode.

I didn’t shave my pussy back then, but I wasn’t overly hairy anyway, being of quite a fair disposition. I had a smallish triangle of soft, light brown hair and Sarah stroked her fingers through it, saying I should try shaving it because boys like that.

Again, what happened next just seemed ridiculously natural. I leant over her and our eyes met for the first time in what felt like an age and then we kissed. I don’t know long it went on for, but we kissed and rubbed each other until first Sarah, and then I, both came. It wasn’t Sarah’s, but it was my first orgasm and I had no idea what to expect. Sarah had thrown her head back and groaned so loudly that I was scared her parents downstairs would hear us So, I imagined it would feel good but I wasn’t prepared for the feeling that began as a throb deep in my pussy then exploded through my entire body.

Afterwards, we both rearranged our clothes and the oddest thing happened. I’m not quite sure how, but without actually saying the words, we sort of promised each other that this was our little secret. From that day on, I don’t think we ever actually talked about what we did that night. We both moved on, Sarah started going steady with her new boyfriend, while I became increasingly curious about boys and wanting to do the things she’d done with a man of my own.

I did wonder for a little time if what I’d done meant I was a lesbian. It was a bit of a soul-searching and anxious time, but I couldn’t help but imagining a nice boy sucking my boobs like Sarah had described, and feeling his cock grow hard in my hand. I started to masturbate on my own too, and I always thought about a certain boy’s fingers doing to my pussy what Sarah had done. Other things too, like wondering what a cock would taste like, and how it would feel to have a man on top of me, inside me while we kissed and he whispered that he loved me in my ear.

Orgasms were a new thing for me, and I probably made myself cum every day for a long time after that, and because my fantasies were always of men, eventually I became comfortable with what I’d done. I’d just experimented - lots of girls do it, right? I knew I wasn’t gay, although eventually, in the future I would play with girls again. But that’s a story for another time.

I’d just begun to discover the joys of sexual pleasure, but I really wanted to take it further and I had just the boy in mind...

To be continued soon!

xxx Claire

Big update coming soon

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The Five Fucks of Christmas (Part 3)

First of all, before I get to my blog about the sex that is coming up tonight - I wanted to post you a few photos. I put them on Tumblr, but thought I should put them on here too.

Ruggers took them while we were bathing together on Monday evening, and while I think they look a bit too big (because of the camera angle) and they're not great quality because he only took them on his mobile phone, I thought they would be a fun way of wishing you all a Happy Christmas!

They also serve to prove that unlike many of the 'horny housewives' on the internet, I am actually real! I already posted a clip (of me sounding rather shy) on SoundCloud, so listen to me talk if you haven't already.

We used one of my children's felt-tip colouring pens to write on my boobs. The red one ran out straight away, so we switched to blue, which was a bit of a mistake because it took about ten minutes of scrubbing to get it off. Ryan rather enjoyed that though, continually soaping up my nipples. I like bathing with a man, especially if he is good enough to shave my pussy for me.

Back to the main topic at hand now:

The third out of my Five Festive Fucks isn't happening until tonight, when my lovely friend Ollie comes to pick me up. We have a hotel room booked for the evening, and I'm really looking forward to seeing him as much as any of the others, because Ollie, or Black Mamba, as I once nicknamed him for the internet, is very different and very lovely.

Yes, he is black, hence the name which refers to his penis. Yes, he is well endowed (though many men aren't - don't believe the myth) but he isn't the biggest. My Glenn (who I nickname Wythenshaw Willy for obvious reasons) has the biggest dick out of all my lovers, but Ollie comes close. No, I have never measured it, but me and Glenn have measured his and it is a little over 6 and a half inches and thick! Personally, I prefer thickness to length, as I think most girls do, but Glenn and Ollie have both!

Ollie is the youngest of my boys, he's just a baby - still at university and works as a bouncer in Crewe. He is also very tall, shaven-headed and very muscular and broad, though maybe not so much as Ryan (Ruggers.) Where Ollie excels is in enthusiasm and stamina. You know how sometimes your husband (or you, if you're a man reading this) is horny and full-on, really wanting sex and then making love to you really passionately, but unfortunately because he's so worked up, things either end with him cumming quickly or he tires and has to 'slow down'? Well Ollie is like that all the time. Seriously, he is the only lover I have at the moment who can make me orgasm multiple times through sex alone. For such a young man (21) he is a very skilled and capable lover, as well as being a truly lovely man. He is actually quite religious and softly spoken away from his 'doorman' persona, when you get to know him, but he's a different person again in the bedroom.

I can't wait for our evening together tonight. I'll write full report tomorrow!

XxXxX

Twitter following reaches 1000!

I think I am going to stop doing these 'milestone' pictures. Never in a million years, did I anticipate the speed at which my Twitter following would explode like that, and so I felt quite safe in making the promises that I did at the time.

However, a promise is a promise. So I have to put a yet more revealing photo on here. I got a friend of mine who loves taking naughty photos of me to take some new ones this weekend, but I don't like any of them, so decided to instead post a few from an older collection, from which my usual 'avatar' photo is taken.

A lot of people have commented on this photo, saying it is sexy because I am 'bottomless' - there is a story about that, which I will share in due course (more about my stories later) - and so I thought I would show you a few more photos which he took of me that afternoon.

I'm sure some of you will complain that the photos aren't explicit enough. Men seem to like 'legs-open' type photos which show everything off, but these will have to suffice for now until I get the courage to display my most intimate parts.

I've never quite understood men's desire to see a woman's crotch displayed so lewdly. Most women have the same sort of thing down there, don't we? A lady's vagina might be more fleshy, or hairy - whatever - but they all look very similar. I don't understand the curiosity. I think women are the same with regards to penises. They might be bigger/smaller/thinner/fuller/hairier but they basically all look similar?

It must just be something to do with the male 'visual arousal' syndrome. Men get much more turned on by 'looking' than women - something well documented, and which has been reinforced to me since I came on to the internet as Curvy Claire. I will anticipate people's (not just men) requests for a full frontal shot, while I am here, but please don't ask for hardcore or even a spread-leg shot, as I'm just not ready for that just yet.

As I mentioned earlier, I will write about the background to these photos, but first of all I am almost ready to post my first 'proper' story on here. It is called 'The Birth of Curvy Claire' but is not actually about my birth - childbirth and/or gynae stuff is not erotic in anyway for a woman, despite many men's belief that we get turned on by examinations etc. Rather, it is about how I discovered my naughty inner me - or how I fell to the dark side, depending on how you look at it - and I thought it a good place to start.

I hope you will too - keep an eye out for it being posted on here one day this week!

xXx

Curvy Claire

Over 750 Followers on Twitter!

I cannot believe I am now over 750 followers on Twitter! I managed to get over 500 by teasing everyone with a promised photo of my cleavage, and so to celebrate hitting the 750 mark, I followed it up with a photo of my bottom!

It's nice that everyone has been very kind and complimentary - I'm quite surprised that someone as admittedly curvy (read: fat) as me is being so openly admired. It's very flattering!

What I'm going to post when I reach the 1,000 mark is troubling me but I'm sure I'll think of something.

I just need a few more followers on here now. If you'd like to receive an update in your email whenever I update this blog, please connect to me using the 'Google Friend Connect' link in the menu on my blog!

In other news, my first story is nearing completion. I decided to write first about how I became 'Curvy Claire,' and the events that led to my sexual awakening. As soon as it's finished, it will be posted on here, and I'll direct everyone to it with notices on my Google+, Facebook, Twitter and Tumblr pages.

Watch this space!

Claire xxx

Over 500 Twitter Followers!

This is the reward I promised to my friends on Twitter if they could help me get over 500 followers. And they did, so here it is! Now I just need more followers  on my blog - if you're not following me, please do. My blog and people reading it are the main reason I am here.

If you're on Twitter follow me - http://www.twitter.com/curvyclaire

And of course, I am also on Facebook - http://www.facebook.com/curvyclaire (my fan page) - and http://www.facebook.com/curvyclaire2 (my personal page)

Plus I have a Google+ page, search under Claire Brighton to find me on there!

More updates coming soon!

xxx

Claire

Busy, busy, busy!

First of all - hello again! I haven't had as much time on here as what I would like, but thought I would drop by to let anyone looking know that I am still alive.

It's been a busy week, with it being half-term I've had both my children off school and then one of my nannies fell poorly, so it's been more hectic than I thought. Saying that, I did get a few hours to myself when they went to the cinema with Cerys the nanny during which I did a bit of writing.

The writing thing is coming along well. I know I should write one story at a time, but I've been doing fragments on one story, then moving to another but hopefully I will have something finished for you to read soon. The stories are 100% true, they don't need embellishing in my opinion - I hope you feel the same when you read them.

Finally, regarding photos, I've had a few people asking to see more of me - well, if you add me as a follower/subscribe on here, or ask to be added to my circles on Google+, I will grant you access to my picture file. Nothing too risque, I'm saving the better ones (one of my f-buddies loves taking photos of me) for when I publish the books online. That being said, here is a cheeky one from a favourite photoset of mine.

Okay, off to cook the kids tea. I love them to bits but can't wait to get them back to school so I can get my normal (naughty) life back!