Jane's Encounters: Jane and Her High School Friend
Note: Readers may wonder whether the other protagonist in this story is in fact the author. Alas, no, they just happen to share the same name, something that may happen as these events occur in the storyline. The characters take over and become almost independent of the author, so sharing the name is just a coincidence. Cross my heart and hope to die.
By the way, it is best to read these stories in order as there is a continuous narrative, albeit a different episode each time. If only we were all as lucky as Jane.
The doorbell rang and Christine opened the door. A smartly dressed brunette, her hair swept back in a ponytail with a brown bag over her shoulder, smiled at her. A beautiful face. The woman gestured with her hands a sort of a mock bow of introduction. "Jane, oh my god you look great. Come here Miss Carter". The two women embraced. Jane had a slight scent which smelt nice, despite being overlaid by the typical smell of the city: cab, smoke, sidewalk. "Come in, it's so great to see you".
"Thanks. Likewise. You haven't changed a bit. Isn't this your mom's house?"
"Yes, you've been here before. Yes, I'm a loser. Thirty-years old and still living with my mom..."
"No, Chris, `course you're not. I didn't mean that. I just recognize it now. You had some great parties here when we were at school."
"Yeah, we did, didn't we? I remember who was Miss Popular too. Fuck Jane you look great, Jesus how do you do it? You look, I don't know, the same..." She tried to pin her thoughts down. She wanted to say sexy and sophisticated, but it seemed weird to say it to her face right now... "but I don't know, sophisticated? Come through, you remember the kitchen don't you, me crying to you about my love life?"
"Yes, and you getting at me about my love life." Christine felt a trace of annoyance. Jane was already getting to her. "Remind me, where's the bathroom?" Christine showed her the way, went into the living room and waited for Jane to reappear.
She took stock of Jane. Ten years would be expected to change most people, but Jane was was both same but also quite different. She was, at least to Christine, overpoweringly attractive. She always had been pretty, but now she was, and she kind of hated herself for finding her so, stunning. She had not put on the 15 to 20 pounds of weight that Christine had in the intervening period. If anything, she had lost any puppy fat she had had when they were at school. Now she was lean like a dancer or some kind of athlete. Her face had lost some of its roundness, making her cheekbones more prominent to great effect. Her figure was even better than it has been when she had been on the track and field and volleyball teams at school. Tighter, harder, and yet with all the curves. Christine said to herself that Jane's boobs would probably be bigger and firmer than before at this rate, unlike hers which she knew had sagged since school. And she looked so damned hot in her outfit, despite there being nothing special about the zippered black cardigan, nor the high-waisted greenish, plaid pencil skirt, nor the chunky black ankle boots with 3 inch or so heels. The combination of the skirt, shoes and her black nylon hose seemed to effortlessly emphasize what fantastic legs she had. Then there was her brown hair held by a band, the long, slightly wavy curls falling down her back. A touch of red lipstick and, was she wearing some mascara? Her soft, inviting, wide, brown eyes completed the picture. No, it didn't, Christine thought to herself, her gorgeous complexion was the final part. She's irresistible for Christ's sake.
At school, the two girls had been friends, perhaps a little too intensely so. She had been the "popular" girl, and Jane was the girl the boys seemed to go doey-eyed over, but largely kept to herself. Christine and she spent a lot of time together, talking, listening to music. A big falling out came when Jane went out with a boy who, 3 months earlier, had been Christine's boyfriend. At the time, she would not believe that Jane had not taken him from her, and that he had broken it off with her because of the siren call of her best friend. Even now it brought back feelings of jealousy. Christine was a very pretty girl and she felt humiliated that Jane had got him in preference to her. They didn't speak to each other for a long time. Jane kept being nice to her, but she wouldn't have it. Her jealousy was wrapped up in, what she now accepted, was an attraction to her that went beyond simple friendship. She still remembered the day when she was at the prom in 11th grade and she saw Jane in her party dress, all sinuous curves and shining eyes dancing in her heels like a star. When her former boyfriend put his hands on Jane's ass and smooched with her, she had to look away. Her prom companion asked her what was wrong, to which she said "nothing", but it hurt. She felt wronged, but she also wanted that sinuous body and her friendship too. She tried not to think about her when masturbating, but Jane in that dress kept entering into her mind's eye, and when she did, she came quickly. She and Jane became friendly again in their final year, and although they both had new boyfriends, it was never quite the same. She wondered whether Jane guessed about her feelings, but she gave no sign of it. On her part she did everything she could to suppress her feelings of love, lust, and jealousy. It was difficult not being jealous, as people were always happy to tell her how much they liked Jane, or how hot she was, or asking her personal things about her. It became annoying, but she also knew that her annoyance was wrapped up in her own special feelings for her. Jane seemed to take it all in her stride, either seemingly not noticing, or on the surface liking the attention, but giving very little of substance in return to her admirers. Her poise irritated Christine all the more. She seemed so damned perfect.
Jane came in and sat on the sofa opposite her. "I'm hot. It's great to see you, Chris". She unzipped her cardigan and slipped it off and sat down again. Christine smiled and agreed while trying not to be too obviously envious of her bare, toned arms now revealed by her thin sleeveless button-down blouse. Yes, as she guessed, her cleavage showed that the passage of time had been kind to those boobs too. She felt a slob in her scruffy jeans and tee shirt, bare feet and somewhat unkempt hair. "I could have made an effort. I knew I would feel like this, I've only myself to blame," she thought.
They talked and told each other about themselves. Christine's 5-year marriage, thankfully divorced for 2 years, having to move back in with her mother when the marriage failed, her feelings of inadequacy, how she'd like to meet someone else, how she envied Jane's exciting life in the city. Jane responded with how she had narrowly escaped marriage when her intended dumped her for a richer girl, feelings of bitterness, yes, I'm still not married, nor with a boyfriend, although she mentioned someone called Jonathan. Christine was amazed she had no one. In fact, she was so amazed she didn't really believe her.
"Jane, I can't believe you've no one special. You? We all thought you'd have more kids than you could shake a stick at by the time you were 25, with a rich husband, or at least a gorgeous one. I mean, Christ, look at you, you're so..."
"Chris, you're sweet, but really it's true, I've had a few, um, encounters but nothing serious since my breakup with Nicky...and Jonathan", she added as an apparent afterthought.
She's lying, Christine thought, she's just trying to be nice. Jane, unattached? Impossible. Christine noticed a silver necklace tight around her neck and she tried to keep her eyes off the black nylon knees of the girl with some seriously shapely thigh vanishing under that skirt. She felt like she was ogling her, and she tried to stop, but she found it difficult. For years she had wished something had happened between them, and now here she was, hotter than ever, sitting right over from her. It would take nothing for her to reach out and touch those legs, feel those breasts under the light cotton top. Kiss her. Make love to her. It had taken many years for Christine to realize that she was bi. Many difficult years where her emotions were engaged with men, her ex-husband mainly, but there were others, male and female, but never had she plucked up the courage to try a woman or make any attempt in that direction. Now she was living with her mother, she knew it would probably never happen while she lived here.
"Where's your mom? I really liked her, if she remembers me." Christine had forgotten how lovely Jane's voice was. Her words were clearly enunciated, with a hint of shyness in her delivery. Christine told herself to stop being so weird. She had butterflies in her stomach.
"She's meeting a friend and going to the movies too. She has a more interesting life than me, I'm embarrassed to say. Of course, she remembers you, she hopes to see you if you're still here when she gets back. You're taking a late flight?"
Jane nodded, "Yeah that's right...by the way, are you going to offer me a drink, or does a girl die of thirst here?"
"Yes, of course, sorry, what'd you like?" Christine got up. Jane stood up too.
"Shall I see what you've got?"
"Yes, the drinks are in the kitchen, I'll follow you." Christine admired the rear view as Jane walked into the kitchen. The skirt was tight against her ass and thighs. She had imprinted on Jane's figure from her school days, and she had spent way too much time thinking about it once she knew she would see her again. The skirt was a few inches above the knee and her legs were even better than she remembered. Perfect in the black hose, the ankle boots beautifully emphasizing her calves. She exhaled to reduce her stress levels. She felt nervous. Jane turned around with an expectant smile and leant against the kitchen countertop. Christine wished she could put her arms around her and then...
"Are you OK, Chris?"
"Oh yes, I'm fine, just feeling a bit nervous, you know, we haven't seen each other for such a long time and, well now you're here and, I don't know, I'm a bit flustered that's all."
"Yes, it's weird, isn't it? We were so close and now we're more like strangers. Come here, you. You need a cuddle."
Christine took a step forward and Jane put her arms around her in a friendly hug and kissed her. Christine moved her head and the kiss ended up on her lips. Jane gave a short laugh and said, the words trickling out like fine wine, "I'm not much of a kisser, sorry."
"Don't worry, I really didn't mind, in fact it was nice." Jane gave her a sideways look. Christine's stomach lurched. "The drinks are here, as you can see. Do you remember when we used to go out to that waterfall and get hammered with Jake and Richard?"
"Fuck yes, I was sick for a week." Jane smiled at the thought. "Richard was a jerk, wasn't he?"
"Too right. A total jerk. Jake was nice though." There was a slight embarrassed pause. Jake was the boy Jane had "stolen" from her.
"Sorry about Jake" she said. "He asked me out you know; I made no effort to ask him. I should have said no, I had no idea you would take it so bad." Christine felt a stab of jealousy. Jane looked lovely and she knew Jane meant what she said.
"Water under the bridge now, no worries. We're better off without that crowd." Christine didn't really think this, and she guessed that Jane didn't really think so either.
They got drinks and went back to the living room where they talked about the old days and got a little drunk. Jane told her how the job interview went. A female and then a male interviewer, they seemed to like her, but who knows, so difficult to tell. I bet she gets it, thought Christine. She suddenly realized how great that would be, they'd be in the same town. Possibilities seemed to open up in her mind, but how would mom react?
Soon Jane was lying way back on the sofa, her legs stretched out in front of her, almost horizontal, her words slurring ever so slightly. Christine wasn't much better, but Jane's legs were really getting to her. Her skirt had slipped up as she slid down on the sofa revealing more thigh. Christine although slightly drunk found Jane's body more and more distracting until she could stand it no more and slid in next to her on the sofa. Jane smiled, her brown eyes seemed to be inviting Christine closer, so she snuggled up tight up against her. She kissed the side of Jane's head and fingered her ponytail. She gently fingered the silver choker around her neck. "This is pretty," she said.
"Yes, I just got it," Jane paused. "A friend gave it to me."
"Your admirer has got good taste, both for the necklace, but also to give it to you." Now was the hard part. "Jane, you know I have always..." Christine got ready to confess, but Jane preempted her.
"Gotta pee." A flash of stockinged thigh, her ponytail flicked the side of Christine's face, and she was in the bathroom and Christine was left with her confession unsaid. She felt she would never get over Jane at this rate. But things were about to develop in a way she never thought they would.
Jane returned and went into the kitchen. "Want another one?" She said as she fiddled with the top of the vodka bottle.
Christine had just said yes, when she heard a plop and a "Shit", from Jane. She got up and she saw Jane on her knees under the kitchen table, a couple of bottles were on the floor. The vodka was pouring out of one of them, and another bottle, looked like Tequila, was broken on the floor. This was not what Christine cared about though for there, right in front of her, was a view straight up Jane's skirt. In order to crawl to get the bottles, she must have had to hike her skirt up so she could move easily on her knees. Her derrière was right in line with the door and Christine's eyes. She crouched down on her knees and looked closer, while Jane tried to find the bottle tops and the plastic vodka bottle, which was on the far side of the table against the wall. Christine crawled under the table, and she began to sweat with excitement. Small black panties were visible at the top of Jane's thighs with the black lacy bands of her stay up stockings completing a view that more than fulfilled Christine's wild imagining. Her shapely legs moved as she stretched to get the bottles.
Christine felt her heart beating a hundred beats a minute. "Fuck, Jane. Oh god. Forget about the bottles."
The panties moved towards her, as Jane reversed. The enticing bare flesh of her thighs above the lacy rims of her stockings and the tight naked flesh of her buttocks that were not covered by her tiny panties, excited Christine beyond measure. Jane's boots made contact with Christine's knees.
"Jane, anyone ever tell you you have a sexy bum?"
Jane's voice showed little evidence of surprise at her comment. "Well, I guess the answer is yes, to be honest. Although comments about it from women are unusual."
She wiggled her ass if as to reinforce why she got comments, and she laughed. Christine put her hand around Jane's slim left ankle and then ran her finger around the top of her right stocking top, then underneath it and snapped it back against her thigh as she released it.
"Jane, you are fucking hot, you know that don't you?" Christine wanted to eat that ass and lick those thighs, she felt a throbbing in her chest, and her stomach was churning in a mixture of wild hopes and excitement. She lent forward and pushed her head against the plaid, pushing it up still further as she moved forward. She kissed Jane's ass cheek and ran her thumb over the black cotton panty overlaying her sex. Jane let out a gasp and then a soft moan. Christine could feel Jane's slit under her thumb, and she pushed harder, so her thumb and the cotton entered the slit and, drawing her thumb down, she felt the top of the girl's pussy. Pressing hard on what she assumed would be the clitoris, Jane this time tensed, her buttocks tightening and her stocking clad hamstrings contracting as the thumb entered her.
"Chris, what the fuck are you doing? My god, ohh. What are you, some kind of lezzie? Hold off, let me get out, unless you want to fuck me here, under the table." Jane moved back, her ass was now up against Christine's chest, who retreated slightly but then stopped. Christine's hand scrabbled under the plaid skirt, and resumed its position pushing and rubbing Jane's clit. To keep her thumb on Jane's clit, Christine's face was now pressed up against Jane's ass and lower back. She pushed up the hem of the thin cotton top with her chin. The skirt was high waisted, but she kissed it anyway and then kissed and licked the small of Jane's back, the perfect smooth skin rising symmetrically from her spine. Even as she licked her, she noticed there was no trace of fat on her waist. Sexy bitch, she thought.
"Chris, for fuck's sake, you'll make me cum, let me out." Christine continued and Jane twisted her ass and slid her legs back, but Christine held on where she was, she didn't really know what she was doing, but feeling the pussy underneath her thumb and feeling Jane's skirt and ass pressed on her face, she was where she wanted to be. Jane's hands were struggling to reach Christine's hair and face, but still she hung on, her thumb moving and pressing Jane's sex. Then she felt the edge of the panty and she pulled it to one side. Her fantasy was coming true for now she felt Jane's sex directly and she was wet, her slit slippery to Christine's fingers, and she was going to make her cum, whether Jane wanted it or not.
"Jane, Jane, my god, you're so sexy." Her thumb now entered the twisting girl, and she pushed it in as far as she could into the slippery pussy. She gently bent and extended her thumb rhythmically inside the wet chamber and Jane moaned in gratifying and obvious pleasure. Jane's pussy seemed to be streaming now, and Christine could feel her juices wetting her finger and thumb, but she kept pressing and rotating with her thumb and with her finger she manipulated what she hoped was Jane's clit.
"P...p... please. Chris for God's sake, I'm about to come...please sto..." Jane cried out, froze for an instance, then trembled and quivered, pushing her ass backward which made Christine's thumb penetrate still deeper into her wet chamber. Jane's tight ass pushed hard against Christine's chest and her muscular legs then extended as she thrust herself forward on her elbows as she came. Christine, holding on, went with her so she ended up lying face down in between a fine pair of stockinged legs with her face against the small of Jane's back. She realized Jane had climaxed, and she relaxed and, after a few more rotations of her thumb in Jane's pussy, she removed it. They lay uncomfortably like this for a few seconds, Christine enjoying the view and the feel of Jane's ass and legs under her. Jane said, slightly distressed, "Can we move somewhere more comfortable?"
"Yes, of course, sorry," Christine replied, reluctantly lifting herself off the warm body. She retreated, backside first, out from under the table. Her finger and much of her right hand was wet with Jane's sex juice. She stood up trembling with excitement and waited for Jane to extricate herself. She felt elated, but also anxious as to how Jane would react.
Jane pushed the two bottles out from under the table, got up and put the almost empty bottles by the sink. The glass from one was still on the floor. She straightened her skirt and then pulled her top down neatly over the high waist band. She then, almost as an afterthought, lifted her skirt and rearranged her dislodged panties to cover her exposed sex. Christine watched her in silence, aroused and embarrassed. Two emotions seemingly shared by Jane.
"Well, that was a surprise. I never knew you felt like that about me. Not sure why. I can usually tell if someone wants to, um, take me to bed."
Christine could well believe that. She must have had plenty of practice. She, herself, virtually always knew when someone was wanting to be more than just a friend.
"I think you mean "fuck you". Although we can go to bed too - I'd love that". Jane smiled at Christine's enthusiastic reply but said nothing. Christine wished she had agreed to go to bed. She was wet with anticipation of further one-on-one action. She wanted to suck Jane's tits, which seemed to be taunting her, pushing up against the white, thin, sleeveless top.
"I, I don't know why I did it, sorry, but you were..."
Jane removed her hair band and her wavy brown hair fell about her head and shoulders. She instantly looked less professional and decidedly even more sexy.
"...irresistible. I should have asked, but Jesus, Jane, you just looked so lovely and then seeing your ass like that... it's been a long time since I had any, I'm sorry". Jane leant against the sink and looked at her with her wide-open brown eyes. She seemed to be thinking. She extended a shapely leg and pulled the slightly wrinkled stocking up over her knee, then, lifted her skirt and pulled the stocking top to pull it tight. Christine wished she had legs like hers. Jane was quiet with a half-smile on her face. Christine began to feel bad, and wondered whether this was it, all over. Would she ever see her again? "I have had a terrible crush on you since we were at school. I couldn't say anything, I only really admitted it to myself in the last few..." Jane moved forward and kissed her on the lips.
"Shh, it's OK, I understand, just sorry I didn't recognize the signs, if there were any. You're a dark horse".
"No, I mean, you remember the prom we went to in 11th grade?" Christine desperately wanted to confess that Jane really meant something important to her, it wasn't just some strange opportunistic, voyeuristic thing that had just happened because she had just seen and liked Jane's body today, now.
"Kind of, I guess, why?"
"You had a short blue dress and you danced with Jake; you remember?"
"Er, I guess so. My mom said it was too short for an evening gown, but I said I didn't want an evening gown anyway."
"Yeah, it was short, and you had those stripper heels on." Christine could see her now in her memory. God she was sexy then, and now.
"They weren't stripper heels!" Jane feigned being indignant.
"Ok, ok, whatever, well that was when I realized."
"Realized what?"
"Well, that I wanted you".
"To fuck me?"
Christine pouted, "No, not just that, really it's not all about sex, but to be together, you and me, you know". She thought that a lot of it was about sex in reality, but she couldn't say that.
"Oh. I see. Not sure how that would have worked, what with my dad and your family; quite apart from my feelings at the time."
Christine went up to Jane and put her arms around her. She could feel her breasts against Jane's. She kissed her on the cheek and pulled her close. "Seeing you today, it's brought it all home, how much I really like you". She rested her hand on Jane's buttock and gave it a playful squeeze, then she kissed her full on the mouth, her mouth tasting Jane's lipstick. After a moment of inaction, Jane kissed her back, first gently and then strongly. Their tongues met. Christine felt her pussy tingle and with it a surge of wetness. "I want you now," she whispered.
Jane laughed and between kisses said, "So I suppose you'd like me to move here, after I've got the job, of course, and then come around and fuck you, or you can fuck my brains out whenever we want?" Her voice was like honey.
"Yeah, that's about the size of it," Christine laughed, "Come on, you let me make you cum, and you're not telling me to stop kissing, or doing this," she had slipped her hand under Jane's blouse and under her bra and had grasped a hard nipple, "Or are you going to tell me to stop?" Jane's nipple was erect, and she let out what Christine took to be a sexy gasp of excitement. "You want it don't you?" Christine thought and hoped that it was true because Jane had not objected to being fucked and touched up so far; but it's hard to believe when a fantasy comes true, so she wanted confirmation. "How about this, do you like this too?" She pushed her hand under the tight waist of her skirt, Jane sucked in her stomach and her probing fingers felt the curve of Jane's pubis and her panties.
"Chris, I'm not sure...what about your mom?" Jane gave a small squeal of delight when Christine's fingers pressed her sex, and the tips grazed her labia.
"She won't be back for a while, and while the cat's away..." she kissed Jane again, and the kiss was returned with vigor. Jane moaned as Christine's fingers caressed her snatch. "Oh Janie, you're deliciously wet. My god, I want you so fucking bad." Removing her hand from Jane's pussy, her fingers fumbled as she undid the buttons of Jane's blouse while they kissed, then she pulled it off her shoulders as Jane shook them to help. Christine's hands trembled as she unclipped Jane's bra and threw it on the table.
"Jane, Jane, my god. Your boobs are so fucking hot". They were indeed. Hard spheres with thick nipples, rigid and stiff with arousal. Christine's mouth enclosed around Jane's left breast, sucking and probing with her tongue. Jane moaned "Yes, yes", her voice a sexy whisper. Christine's hands caressed her strong shoulders and her slim waist. She felt so good. She transferred her attention to the other breast, sucking the tit, and rolling the stiff nipple with her tongue. Jane seemed to purr, and she moaned as Christine continue to suck the hard globe while Jane's hands caressed Christine's dark hair. Christine found the zip for the back of her skirt and unzipped it while pushing Jane up against the kitchen table. Jane rolled her backside onto the table and wrapped her stockinged legs around Christine. Both girls were fired up with lust. Christine pulled at Jane's skirt and then ripped it off, it momentarily caught on Jane's ankle boots.
"Fuck, Jane, oh my god. You're a fucking goddess!" Christine gaped at Jane, now in just her sexy stockings, panties and boots. The silver choker still around her neck was a bright circle over the tanned neck.
Jane whispered, "Don't worry, I may be a goddess, but I can be fucked, like any mortal." She stood up and Christine knelt in front of her, her fingers running up the hard, stockinged legs.
"Oh god, Janie, I'm going to make you cum so hard. You've no idea how I've dreamt of this moment for so long." Her fingers hooked over the waist of Jane's panties, and she slowly pulled them down over the stocking tops, the hot thighs, past her muscular calves. Jane lifted each booted foot in turn as Christine removed them, before tossing the damp cotton panties on the floor of the kitchen. Still on her knees, Christine held Jane's legs and rubbed her face against Jane's bare hip, her fingers tracing the shape of her ass and the back of her legs. Jane stood for a moment, a slight smile on her face. She rotated sexily in front of Christine who made a point of closing her mouth in case her tongue was hanging out. Jane looked like some steamy porn star, or glamour model, her perfect ass with the glorious globes of her buttocks. Christine realized that Jane was performing an erotic dance just for her, her movements smooth and assured. The same confident dancer's poise that Christine remembered from high school. Christine sighed and kissed Jane's ass. "Jane, you are too much!" She thought then that she would never, ever, get over this view, not as long as she lived. Jane shifted her legs apart, and she slowly and erotically bent over, the muscles in her legs and ass tightening, her ass just in front of Christine's nose, and her pussy a wet space in between the tops of her stockings. She hooked her arms behind her calves and then held her ankles, giving Christine a view right into her ass.
"I'm quite supple. I can even touch the floor when I'm wearing 5-inch heels". Jane's voice was a mere sexy whisper. She was playing with Christine; she clearly knew she was driving her wild.
"Fuck, Jane..." Christine watched, fascinated. She touched herself through her jeans, and she knew much more of this, and she would climax spontaneously.
"So, what do you think? Do you want me?" Jane breathed sexily, enticingly, and turned slowly around until she was looking straight into Christine's eyes.
"Yes. Yes please", stammered Christine. She could smell Jane's slight scent of perfume and she thought she could smell Jane's wet pussy.
Jane bent her knees and started to masturbate in front of Christine, her silver nails tracing a circular arc, over her shaved sex. Her nipples were stiff and long, and the muscles in her thighs bulged slightly as she worked on herself, as she leant against the table. Christine's tongue licked the outside of her leg as Jane's fingers entered herself. Droplets of milky wetness oozed out from her slit. Jane was moaning, and Christine could see she would cum soon.
"Jane, oh my god, you're so fucking hot, please..."
"Chris, lick my pussy, for god's sake, what are you waiting for? I'm almost there..."
Christine on her knees, moved a foot closer and right in between Jane's thighs and she put her arms around them and pressed her mouth up against the streaming minge. Jane's fingers kept up their action on her clit. Christine's tongue licked the dark red, streaming labia, tasting Jane's sweet juices as they flowed out from the beautiful slit. She could smell her sex as she pushed her nose and face up against the wet flesh. Her tongue flicked in and, as soon as it did, Jane's thighs tightened, holding Christine's head tight, and Jane began to gasp and moan loudly, as the tongue pushed into her, sucking up the wetness.
"Yes, yes, deeper, deeper! Oh god, I'm coming, ohhh, yes, like that..." Jane convulsed, and her beautiful body quivered, her toned physique tensed and then she was climaxing, crying out in pleasure. Erotic cries of "Yes!" and then, as the pleasure swept through every part of her, "Fuck me, fuck me, oh god!" In her excitement she squeezed Christine's head hard in between her legs and pulled her hair so much that Christine cried out in pain.
Christine kept her head in Jane's groin as she felt Jane's legs relax, but she still held her, her hands caressing Jane's ass and thighs. Jane sighed and bending down, their mouths met, and she kissed Christine with passion. Christine got up and they held each other, tongues exploring, hands and fingers feeling their aroused bodies, their desires still inflamed.
"I'm honored, Janie, you let me ...do that to you. Was I your first?" Jane gave a big smile, white teeth, brown eyes warm and sensual, her hard body radiating sexual heat. Christine got behind her and pressed herself against Jane's back and she cupped Jane's round boobs with her hands, rotating and squeezing them, the erect nipples flicking out between her fingers. She rolled them and Jane groaned.
"I mean, your first woman?" She kissed the back of Jane's neck, feeling the silver choker in her mouth, and her long hair against her face.
"Um, well not exactly, but you're up there".
"You mean, you've been with a woman before? Fuck, Jane now you're the dark horse".
Christine almost didn't believe it, and yet there she was almost naked in front of her, and she had made her orgasm at least twice.
"Yeah, well, life's full of surprises. We've not seen each other for ages, and a lot can happen to a girl since high school. Come on, I don't know about you, but if we are fucking, I'd like to be a bit more comfortable than up against the kitchen table. Sorry, you were great, I didn't mean to imply it wasn't nice". Christine thought it really cute that Jane seemed to be implying she'd had started it all, when it was she who had come on to Jane. For about the millionth time that evening she thought how gorgeous Jane was. She was the same sensitive person she'd always been, and then there was that bangin' body...
"... Although to be touched up under a table. Well, that's a new one". They both laughed. "Come on, let's sit down through here". With that Jane turned, picked up her blouse, bra, and skirt, and walked into the living room, a fantasy of curve and flesh. Christine followed like a lap dog with her mistress, her eyes on the swinging buttocks and hard thighs with their enticing stockings. Jane's sexy boots clicked on the floorboards.
"I've got something you'll really like, hang on a mo". Christine emphasized the "really". She had a brainwave and she rushed to her bedroom and found it where she kept it carefully hidden.
She heard Jane say, her voice like a siren, "Hmm, sounds intriguing". Christine took off her jeans and passed a hairbrush through her hair. She removed her bra but kept her tee shirt and panties on. She felt too self conscious to go back in there totally naked. Jane was very difficult to compete with, which didn't help.
She came back into the room. Jane was sitting, her stockinged legs crossed with her arms casually draped across her thighs, her breasts delicious in the evening light from the window. Her flat stomach and her thighs seemed to direct Christine's eyes towards her beautiful, shaved pussy. She tossed her mass of brown wavy hair, and registered surprise and genuine delight when she caught site of stripped-down Christine. "You look very sexy, Chris," she said quietly.
Christine held up the implement she had brought. "Thanks, Janie, nothing compared to you, but I reckon this will get you fired up, even if my fat body doesn't do it for you." The exceptionally large, chrome plated dildo shone in her hands, held up as if it was a sacred object. It had a very large diameter, and she knew from experience it stretched her insides so much that it was like having a giant's dick inside you. She wanted to see Jane experiencing it, to see her squirm and squirt all over it.
Jane smiled and flirtatiously said, "Oh god Chris, I don't think I can take that, it's huge. I'm only a small girly." Christine knelt in front of her and putting one hand on Jane's stockinged knee, she ran the dildo, up the girl's thigh slowly. Jane sighed and opened her thighs in expectation. "You're not fat you idiot, come here". Christine leant forward and their lips met. Jane's hand slipped under Christine's panties and her fingers rubbed her streaming pussy. "Chris, I'm about to drown, you're so wet. Jesus".
"It's because of you Jane, you fucking drive me wild." She pushed her body in between Jane's thighs, and Jane hooked her legs around her ass and back and pulled her close. Their mouths sucked on each other's tongues and lips, and Christine ran the tip of her chrome torpedo up and down Jane's minge, she then pushed it slowly into her pussy. Jane groaned sexily. Slowly she pushed it in deeper, until it was almost entirely inside Jane with only an inch showing, surrounded by her red labia, drenched in wetness.
"Fuck, Chris, it's so big, I'm not sure I can...ohh!" She twisted her butt on the seat, as Christine started to push and pull the chromed cylinder inside the girl, twisting it every now and then. In and out it went, and soon Jane was moaning with pleasure. Christine every now and then would pull the dripping shaft out and lick Jane's pussy, her tongue delicately sliding into her wet vulva. Then the giant dildo would slide back in, and the slow pumping would begin again. Christine enjoyed seeing the dildo stretching Jane's vagina, smearing the silvery surface with her juices, her pussy red and engorged with excitement. "Fuck me, fuck me, oh god, yes, like that, oh wow, Chris, yes, yes, like that!" Jane was caressing Christine's hair and writhing in the chair as her climax approached, her toned thighs hard as rock, squeezing Christine's shoulders tight as the pleasure increased.
Christine got off her knees and snuggled beside the panting Jane on the sofa. "D...don't stop, please, make me come..." Christine flung her bare leg over Jane's thigh, and pressed herself close to the trembling woman next to her.
"I want to be as close to you as possible when I make you come", she whispered into Jane's ear, "You're going to come all over my dildo. Don't hold back, you can spray the whole room if you like, I want you to fucking explode". She slid the dildo into Jane's mouth and Jane sucked it.
"Please fuck me. Please. Don't stop". Jane was far gone.
Christine felt Jane's hand on her pussy, her fingers probing and pressing her clit under her panties. Her fingers found it and started pushing and slapping it gently. It drove Christine wild, and she drove the dildo into her friend harder and pumped it in and out faster and faster, Jane twisted towards her, her pert naked boobs up against Christine's tee shirt, her fingers penetrating Christine's slit, pushing Christine to ever more intense thrusting of the dildo. Christine and Jane's mouths were devouring each other, their tongues, gasps, and moans intermingling. Christine felt herself on the edge of the cliff of orgasm from which there was no return, when Jane's hard body tensed, the thigh muscles under Christine's contracted, Jane arched her back and her fingers ceased to play on Christine's sex.
"Cum, Jane, cum, now, yes, yes, oh god. YES!" Christine fell back from her climax but felt the force of Jane's as it passed though her like a flood, Jane cried out, an erotic gasp, and Christine felt Jane's wetness flow over her hand as she came, over the probing torpedo buried deep in her sex, and all over her fingers and hand, wetting her wrist, and coating the insides of Jane's thighs and the top of her stay ups. Christine whispered in the trembling girl's ear, "Cum, cum, baby, squirt over me, fucking soak every inch of me, yes that's it, fucking cum you sexy girl."
Jane relaxed, her tense body went limp, and Christine fed Jane the soaking dildo again, after which she sucked it too. She tasted the same sweet wetness she had tasted earlier when she had licked Jane's pussy directly. She shivered just thinking about the fact that Jane had just been only her ridiculous fantasy a day ago, and now she had actually fucked her and made her climax, not once, but three times, and now they were sitting holding each other in a post coital glow on her sofa. It was too incredible. To Christine, Jane looked even more beautiful in her après-come than before. Her skin seemed to glow, and she seemed darker, more tanned. The contours of the muscles under her skin seemed more pronounced. Her dancer's legs in their black, sexy, stockings. Her flat stomach, with trace of abdominal definition, her strong shoulders, and her perfect round breasts, her nipples still erect, seeming to Christine to be begging for still more licking. They kissed again, and Jane said, her voice earthy and beautifully modulated. "That was just great. That chrome cock of yours did a real number on me. I'll be sore for a week." They both laughed. Christine caressed Jane's slit. It was still wet. Jane sighed and whispered into Christine's ear, "You haven't cum, have you, you poor thing? You must be ready to burst? Where's "Mr. silver Dick" gone?" She said referring to the dildo.
They looked around for it. Jane found it first, and she put it in her mouth, licking it erotically. "Right. You ready to be fucked by Ms. Carter?"
"Yes, fuck me, Jane, fuck me as hard as you like." Christine trembled. Jane stood in front of her, her statuesque nakedness in her stockings was overpoweringly attractive. Jane licked her lips sexily. Christine just had time to think that Jane was teasing her again when Jane almost leapt on her. She pulled Christine off the sofa and then sat down herself, then almost before Christine knew what was happening, she roughly pulled her panties down to her ankles, turned her so she faced away from Jane and then pulled her down, so she was sitting on Jane's naked lap. Jane grasped both her tits and whispered in her ear, "Come on sexy, I want to see you come over me." Christine could feel the back of her ass against Jane's wet pussy. Jane's shapely thighs enclosed her own smooth, bare legs. Jane's hand left Christine's breast and then it was holding the dildo against her slit looking for a way in. It pressed her clit and then found the opening. In it slid, hard and tight. Christine knew it's feeling well, having used it on herself many times, but combined with the feeling of her bare flesh up against the toned body of her fantasy woman, it became ten times more erotic. Jane was kissing her neck and as she pumped the dildo her other hand kept on tweaking Christine's left nipple, until it was throbbing. She could feel Jane's nipples hard against her back and she could feel Jane's face against her neck whispering to her in ways that she knew would have made her aroused, if she had been listening on the phone to her, but in person, and with the pumping dildo, she knew it would be soon when she would feel the powerful release that she had been wanting ever since Jane appeared at her door. Occasionally, Jane would remove the dildo, and she would gently slap her pussy with four fingers. Christine jumped as a shot of intense pleasure went through her whenever that happened.
"Who's the naughty girl who seduced her best friend when she came to see her?" Slap.
"The poor friend who didn't realize that her friend had a wild crush on her?" Slap.
"This poor innocent girl who had a big chrome dildo pushed into her pussy, just because she came to say hello..." Slap.
"I think her friend needs to experience what that poor, innocent girl experienced when it was put inside her and then this was done to it..." Jane pushed the dildo into Christine's pussy and pumped it hard. Christine felt an intense sensation in her pubis, which then spread to her whole lower abdomen and hips. Jane held her tightly with her stocking clad legs, and her arms tightly encircled Christine. She could smell Jane's scent and the feel of Jane's hard body pressing against her was incredible. The dildo seemed to be penetrating deeper than was possible into her. The intense sensation expanded from her hips and suddenly filled her entire body and brain. She gasped and went stiff as she orgasmed, Jane holding her and whispering, "That's it, come all over me, come baby, come!"
Christine felt an intense gushing release and she squirted, a torrent of watery liquid sprayed out from her slit, coating Jane's hand and out onto her and Jane's thighs. Christine gasped as she came. Jane gasped too, as she saw and felt Christine's spray soak her stocking tops and, bouncing off their wrists and thighs, even spraying some onto both of their faces, then dribbling down, now a whitish milky fluid, where it found its way onto Jane's pussy too, as it flowed down onto her lap from Christine's streaming sex.
"Fuck, Chris, you sexy thing, you fucking soaked me." Jane sounded a little concerned, but she removed the dildo and wiped her hand on Christine's boob.
"Sorry, Jane. I've never done that before. Christ I'm all wet. So are you." She got up from Jane's lap. Jane thighs were wet with her juices, and the elastic of her stay ups was soaked. It was typical that she found Jane's wet thighs very sexy. It was her own juice that had made it so too. Now THAT was a cum, she thought to herself. She knew she had squirted because fucking Jane was her fantasy, and to have sex with her had aroused her more than anyone else. Her body had just lost control. She felt ecstatic.
"Jesus, the sofa's soaked too. I wish I'd come over your face, Janie." They laughed together, but Christine was not sure Jane agreed with her.
"Chris, I've got to get going, I gotta make the airport, and well, my stockings are really wet. And what about your sofa? Your mom's bound to notice."
"Oh no Jane you're not going? I'm so sorry...about me, us, I mean. I didn't plan it or anything. Why don't you clean up in the bathroom?" She looked at the clock. "Fuck! My mom's going to be here any moment. You'd better get ready, sorry, we'd better get ready, I mean." As Jane ran to the bathroom, Christine shouted that she was sorry, again, but then also thanked Jane, and followed it up with some rambling about how beautiful Jane was and how she couldn't resist her.
Christine went to her bedroom and put her panties in the wash, and then put on her jeans. When she came out, Jane also appeared in her top and skirt, but without stockings, her bare legs just as enticing to Christine's fevered brain. She had washed her face and brushed her hair. She looked gorgeous, although perhaps a little tired. She smiled at Christine, "You'd better try and disguise your wet spot on the sofa."
"It's not all mine, you know, you had plenty too..."
"Yeah, but fuck, you sprayed for ages. You can keep my stockings; I can't wear them back now."
"Oh, OK, right. My chrome fuck monster does really give you the mother of cums. It was because you were doing it to me that must have made me spray like that. Sorry." She wanted to stress to Jane just how much she really, really liked her.
"Don't be sorry! It was quite something. By the way, can I borrow, or have some panties? I hereby donate mine to you, they're in the laundry basket with the stockings, I hope you don't mind." Jane lifted her skirt. Her naked pussy and thighs were enticing. Christine felt desire again and she reached out, her fingers grazed the slit. Jane dropped the skirt and shook her head, "No more, I really must go."
"Yes, of course, sorry. Yes, I'll get you the panties".
"Thanks. And for god's sake stop saying sorry."
She watched Jane step into her fresh underwear. A last flash of ass and thighs. Jane had modestly turned her back on her to put them on. Jane smiled and said, "Do I look like anything happened here?"
Christine said no, apart from the stockings. Jane said no problem it was cool out, but she'd survive, she was hot blooded. I bet she is, thought Christine.
"Don't you think we should clear up the mess in the other room?" In a perverse way, Christine wanted it left, a visible and tactile memory of her fantasy come true, but she had to admit she would die if her mom knew what it was and what it meant. The two girls sponged the wooden floor and cleaned the sofa with the sponge. The sofa had a large wet patch. "You can blame me," said Jane, "Say I spilt my drink".
Jane called for an Uber, and they cleaned up the broken glass in the kitchen. Jane commented that she remembered Christine's mom as being attractive with a nice figure. Christine thought, with trace of irritation, "What am I, chopped liver?" They were finishing up when Christine's mom returned. Unlike Christine, she was honey blonde, and she greeted Jane warmly, in fact very warmly. Fuck it, thought her daughter, everyone likes Jane. They chatted, Jane quiet and respectful, but with that confidence in herself that was rather impressive. Christine had vaguely jealous thoughts about how sexiness helps confidence. It was stupid as Christine was easily as attractive as her mom, but she always felt an also-ran when Jane was around.
"Jane, can you stay for dinner? We'd love to see more of you." Christine's mom was quite insistent. "Why not stay the night, we've room?" Christine's heart leapt, please say yes Jane. She wanted to have her in bed, all night. Jesus, now she thought that would be quite something.
"Sorry Mrs M, really sorry, but I gotta go home. I can come another time, it's really sweet of you to ask me. I really appreciate it." Jane's smile was infectious.
"We have stuff for you to sleep in, although maybe you don't need anything for that." Christine looked at Jane, and Jane shrugged her shoulders. Suddenly Christine wondered if her mom was coming on to Jane. She was clearly wondering whether Jane slept in the nude. What the fuck? She'd been alone ever since her dad had divorced her. God that girl is annoying, even my mom wants her. Surely not.
"Ok Chris and Chris' mom, thanks so much for putting up with me. Mrs M., so sorry not to see you more, hope to see you next time and we can have a good chat..."
"That'd be lovely, Jane. I know Chris has missed you so much. You are a good friend to her. I miss seeing you too, you're good for her."
"That's just lovely, Mrs M. Thanks so much, mmmm." Jane put her arms around her mom and kissed her. Christine looked on astonished. Was Jane flirting with her mother now? Her mother's hand brushed Jane's plaid skirt on her ass. It was a barely a second of contact, but Christine's mouth fell open. What the fuck is going on?
"Let me break up this love fest, come on Jane, I'll show you out." Christine pulled Jane by the shoulder. Her mother looked daggers at her, Jane just smiled. "Your bag." She thrust it into Jane's hand and hustled her out.
"Bye Mrs. M!" Jane's voice was like warm honey.
"Bye-bye dear."
At the door Christine, whispered, "What the fuck are you doing?"
The Uber had drawn up. Christine's anger was apparent.
"What's eating you?" Jane said, her face a mass of incomprehension. "I like your mom, she's kind of hot too."
"Jane, how could you?"
Jane kissed Christine on the mouth and whispered. "I'm just playing with you. You gotta stop being so jealous, I'm not worth it, you know. Text me, we must keep in touch."
She got into the car, a nice flash of bare thigh, then she waved, and the car drew away. Christine waved back, but she was almost in tears.
Her mother was on the step waving too. "Jane," she sighed. "She's really something isn't she? Such a pretty girl." Fuck you too, thought Christine and she stomped into the house in a foul temper.