Interviews of My Sex Life: Jen Part2

I think it was safe to say that Charlotte was my girlfriend. We talked about everything. I asked her if my mom knew she was gay, and she answered with a simple yes. I was going to ask her if they had done anything together, but I didn’t want to know. Charlotte, also, told me that she wasn’t one hundred percent gay; she was bi. This meant that, every now and then, she liked to visit her fuck buddy when she wanted the real thing. She, also, said that she’d had her heart broken ten years ago, so she was reluctant to have a proper relationship. I tried to think of who it could’ve been. Ten years ago, I was thirteen. It must have been Uncle Kadeem. I had started calling him uncle because he and Charlotte were inseparable for about four years.
She obviously saw my face drop when she said the thing about the relationship, and she pulled my face close to hers, kissed me, and said, “Jen, I have wanted you for a long time, and I am saying to you now, ‘I want you to be my girlfriend for as long as you want me!’”
I didn’t know what to say. Of course, I had wanted her badly, but was it just a crush or hormones? Obviously not, because I thought about her every minute of every day. Even when she hugged me, I could feel myself getting excited just from her touch.
We came to the conclusion that my age would cause all types of problems with my mom, so we discussed how we could make it work. We both truly wanted that to be the case. We, also, talked about Charlotte’s insatiable appetite for sex and her needs for new and exciting times, but she kept strongly emphasizing loyalty. The ideas that she told me about and the stories of her past got me so horny that I begged her to eat me out before she finished the conversation. She laughed and told me of three or more girls at once in bed, lesbian parties, bi-sexual orgies, and so many other stories. I was nervous about doing that kind of stuff, but, if she was with me, I would be willing to try it one day…maybe.
The first six weeks of my relationship with Charlotte were like heaven and hell. When I was with her, she made me feel so loved and special. But, when we were apart, I felt like my heart was breaking, and I was always trying to find any excuse to go to her house. My mom started to get concerned that I might be getting on Charlotte’s nerves by being around all the time, but Charlotte told her that she loved having me there like a little sister and that I was welcome 24/7.
Our lovemaking just got better every time we did it, and, after two weeks, we very happily proclaimed that we were in love. I knew I had been in love with Tony, but this, this was bigger than some heterosexual thing. Whenever I looked into Charlotte’s eyes, my stomach fluttered, and I just wanted to grab her and not let go. What was so weird was that we had started to talk a lot about orgies and group sex, and I didn’t feel any jealousy at all. But just the thought of myself being naked in front of a bunch of people I didn’t know had me on edge. I know that sounds immature, but look at how long it took me to take a shower in front of her.
Another problem we had was trying to play it cool in front of my parents. Charlotte would come over, and I’d sit on one side of the couch, and she’d sit on another, and we’d try not to look at each other, or not look at each other for too long.