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Claire didn't think it was possible to be this nervous, and yet somehow she was. She knew she was risking a lot by being here, but curiosity and the ache she felt under her clothes drove her forwards. Claire had never been a particularly eye catching girl, she'd always managed to fade into the background, but she could look quite decent if she bothered with things like make up and tight clothes. That was why she'd done herself up today, sitting in her car and sweating with nerves.
She was wearing her long, black curly hair back into a braid to tame the frizz, and she'd taken special care to put on just the perfect amount of eye makeup to accentuate very pale blue eyes. A purplish lipstick had been applied twice since she'd chickened out and taken it off at one point, before steeling her resolve and putting it back on. For her clothes she'd settled on tight, tight skinny jeans and a crop top. Maybe not particularly sensible attire for what she was planning on doing, but she knew the jeans showed off her rounded butt and controlled the curves of her thighs.
After spending twenty minutes just sitting in her car and staring at the building in front of her, Claire finally gathered her resolve and got out of the car. She tucked her car keys in her pocket but otherwise took nothing else with her. If things went the way she wanted them to, she could very well lose or drop something, and she didn't want that.
Claire had been thinking about doing something reckless like this for a while. She'd woken up in the dead of night from dreams about it, and touched herself to gushing orgasms while remembering the details. For another girl the fantasies might seem silly and underwhelming, but for Claire they were humiliating and possibly reputation destroying.
After several bad relationships with boys Claire had bitten the bullet and come out as a lesbian at age eighteen. It was around the time she was starting to get into politics as well and she used her anger and hatred towards the sexist and misogynistic men in the world to convince herself that she held no attraction to their gender. For three years things had been fine. She was genuinely attracted to girls and she enjoyed a few relationships and hook-ups with them. But she couldn't deny the truth from herself for very long.
First it started with the porn. She found anything she watched or read had to have a man involved somehow, or it just wasn't interesting to her. Claire tried to focus on the girls but she found she gained the most pleasure from listening to the men grunting and moaning. She hated it and could barely admit it to herself, but what got her off the most was knowing that the man was getting everything he wanted and that he was being satisfied.
Then her porn tastes started to evolve. She accidentally tapped on the wrong video on her phone one night and found herself watching a girl licking some guy's asshole with both disgust and interest. She'd tried to close the tab and return to her normal fare, but after an hour she'd given up and gone back to it, rubbing her pussy to a hard cum while watching it.
From then on she found herself drifting to porn that would make her furious if she weren't so horny. Videos of men spitting on girls, choking them with their cocks. Videos of girls slavishly licking men's feet, rubbing their faces in the man's balls. It was all so utterly wrong but for some reason all of the videos got Claire wetter than she'd ever been.
It took her a good two years to hesitantly admit to herself that maybe, just maybe, she'd been a bit hasty by declaring herself lesbian. No actual lesbian fantasised about being on her knees for cock after all, which was a fantasy that Claire had often. But due to her political nature, Claire had dug a hole for herself. She'd been very open and vocal to all her friends and family about being a lesbian. She'd viciously shut down any notion that maybe she was unsure. She'd openly mocked men and made it clear to any that approached her that she was uninterested. The majority of her friends were feminists like her and they'd all be disgusted if they knew the real Claire, the truth of the matter. She had a few male friends that would probably be delighted that she wasn't completely lesbian but the thought of that made her feel a little ill.
Besides all that, the humiliation of having to tell everyone that she was wrong was something that Claire just didn't think she could take. She'd resolved to never indulge further than watching or reading porn. That resolve lasted about a year before she decided she couldn't take it anymore. All her repressed desires were bottling up inside her and she'd even found herself fantasising about sucking off one of her gross male friends. Something had to be done before she gave in to that one.
Which was why she was here. Claire had driven two towns over in the hopes nobody here would know or recognise her. The mall she walked into was reasonably crowded considering it was just after lunch on a Tuesday, and most people should be at work or school. Claire herself should have been at college, but she'd skipped easily enough.
Since she had no money on her she made her way to a seating area and sat down, trying to scope out all the men around. She was woefully inexperienced at this sort of thing, and she really didn't know where to start. She knew that by the end of the day she wanted to experience having a cock in her mouth, hoping that maybe she'd find out it was actually disgusting and she could put these fantasies to rest. Claire just didn't know how to get a cock in her mouth. Where was a sexist douchebag hitting on her when she needed one?
After half an hour of just sitting around and hoping someone would approach her, Claire admitted to herself she'd have to take the offensive. It was a humiliating thought, to have to take matters into her own hands. It only highlighted the fact that she wanted this, that she was actively seeking it out. But she'd never reach her goal if she didn't, so she took a deep breath and approached a boy around her age who was loitering outside a clothing store.
"Hi, uhm, do you have the time?" she asked awkwardly, almost shrinking in on herself in embarrassment. She couldn't believe she was trying to seduce a boy who she ordinarily wouldn't give the time of day.
The boy looked up from his phone and gave Claire and obvious once over, his eyes seeming to linger on the amount of cleavage she was showing. He was utterly average in both looks and build, and yet Claire still felt herself getting wet from feeling his eyes on her. "Yeah, it's half past," the boy said casually, only looking at her face once before going back to admiring her tits.
