Jane's Encounters: Jane and Leslie
Note to readers: It is best to read these stories in order as there is a continuous narrative, albeit a different episode each time
On the next Tuesday two things happened, one predicted and one completely unexpected. The first was a package that arrived containing a potent vibrator with a brief note from Csilla.
"Jane, use this and think of me. I can't stop wanting you and fantasizing about how you will administer this treatment. Next time we meet I plan to drive you insane with it. Love C."
Jane tried it out and it made her come in about two or three minutes. Whether it was the powerful vibrator, or the thought of Csilla watching her use it that made her so responsive, she didn't know. Into her bedside drawer it went with all her other toys. She thought it slightly condescending that Csilla thought she needed her to buy her one. She really was too much.
Then Diane called. She was really upset. "Caro's been in an accident, and I have to go and see her. I'm so worried about her. It's really serious."
"Dee, I'm so sorry, where is she, what..."
"She's in a hospital in Berlin. I don't really know, a truck hit her. She's unconscious in the ER."
"What about Hans?" Jane asked about her son, and she was wondering how far Frankfurt was from Berlin.
"He's how I found out. He called me late last night."
Diane explained that she would be flying out tomorrow and she would be away at least 2 weeks, she really had no idea how long she'd be gone. Jane asked what time she was leaving and whether she could go with her to the airport. "Can you get tomorrow off?" Diane asked. Jane grimaced into her phone, "Not unless someone can prepare the sales updates for me."
"You could ask Judy, or if you have to, Roz." Jane knew that Judy was away on vacation, and although she and Roz were talking, sort of, she didn't feel like asking her. "You and she are still pissed with each other, huh?" Diane's voice gave no indication that she probably could ask Roz for a favor on Jane's behalf, but the fact that she had succumbed to Roz's charms so recently made her very unwilling to ask her. So awkward. Jane felt it was hopeless. "Dee, what am I going to do without you? I'll miss you so much. Still, Caro needs you. Please keep in touch."
Diane said she could look after the house while she was gone. She'd leave the keys in a box in the front hedge. "You can even drive my car if you like," she said. "I'll tell Irma. Hey, don't worry, I'll tell her not to go at the weekend. If you're there in the week, I'll ask her to text you when she's coming." Jane sighed, fucking Irma, she'd better not come when I'm there. She really is the bane of my existence, she thought. But what could she say? "Ok Dee, thanks so much. I'm really going to miss you. Hurry back when you're ready. Give my love to Caro if you want to that is." Caroline has no idea I exist or who I am, she thought.
Diane's voice sounded strained, "Thanks Janie, I'm very fragile at the moment. Love you."
Jane's spirits sank. She had got used to being with Diane. Now she was on her own until Caroline recovered. She felt sad, even though she had never met Diane's daughter. She wondered whether Diane would explain about them. Would Caro care, or perhaps have feelings of jealousy or hate towards her? Jane wondered whether she really wanted Diane to tell Caro that she had a girlfriend, and whether Dee would want to anyway. She was assailed by doubts as to what Diane felt, deep down, about her.
The rest of her week was spent in a slough of despond. She texted Diane, but got only a few terse texts in reply, with only a few hints of affection for her. She's probably too wrapped up being with Caro, she thought. They had tried to keep their relationship a secret, but Jane was almost certain that Roz knew about it. When they had split up on that evening at the bar, Roz had jumped to conclusions about the two of them that at the time were completely false, but now she wondered whether she knew. The hostility between them had cooled, and Roz seemed to be able to cope with seeing her. On Friday Roz commented to her as they both got coffee that Jane would be missing Diane now that she was away on extended personal time. There was a slight knowing smile on her face. Jane found it irritating. "What's it to you anyway?" Jane once again wondered whether she knew about her and Diane, or whether she was still jumping to conclusions. "But, yes, I am sorry that her daughter's in hospital, even if you don't care."
"Steady on, preciosa, I wasn't getting at you. You're not the only one who appreciates the lovely Diane you know."
Jane made a face of incomprehension. "You said she was a bitch and the rest, to her face too, she told me herself."
"A girl can change her mind, can't she?" Roz looked straight into Jane's eyes. Jane looked back but said nothing and then walked away. "Appreciates Diane." What the hell? What does that mean? Jane felt a pang of insecurity. Jane wondered why Roz seemed to have warmed to Diane. She remembered that Diane had said she thought Roz very attractive. Fuck it, she thought, Roz IS very attractive, that's just the problem. Sexy and also annoying. I wish she wouldn't call me preciosa too. I certainly don't feel I'm her preciosa, not anymore. Certainly not if she is now interested in Dee.
Roz watched Jane's ass swaying sexily as she walked back to her office. Roz remembered when she could run her fingers over that perfect ass, Jane moaning in anticipation of her touch on her pussy. Sometimes her desire for Jane was just too intense. She noticed Phil was looking at Jane too. His eyes following her as she entered her office. "Phil, I see you looking, you dog," she said to him, and she put her hand on his shoulder. She felt sorry for him.
Phil laughed and put his hand on hers. "Thanks Roz, am I that obvious?"
"Pretty well, guapo."
"Is that the problem? I'm too obvious, or does she have someone else?"
Roz was not going to confess that they both wanted her, nor was she saying about Jane and Diane, although it was mighty tempting. She imagined the gossip that would erupt if they knew that the two best-looking women in the office were lovers.
"You used to be friends, didn't you? But you two seem to have fallen out."
"Yeah, we did, didn't we?" Roz's pretty face radiated disappointment.
"I wish I had asked you out instead of Jane." Phil looked at Roz rather pathetically. They all thought Roz was hot. Roz realized he wanted her to agree to go on a date, or something. She didn't want to be the second-best choice after Jane, although she thought Phil hadn't meant it quite like that.
"Come on Phil, I'm not for you. I have a teenage daughter for god's sake."
"Who cares? I like you." Roz laughed in response. "No, just give Jane time, she'll probably be available soon." Roz had no idea what she was saying, she just wanted to change the subject. John appeared and Roz let it drop that Phil had been pining over Jane. John was way more direct than Roz. "Look mate, give it up will you. She's clearly not interested. She's way above your pay grade anyway." Roz smiled, "Yeah, go on rub it in, John. But yes, Phil, just pick someone else," she paused and added, "and not me either, big boy." Roz left them.
John patted Phil on the back. "Cheer up man, Jane's a fucking goddess, but really no point wasting yourself on her. I gave up with her real quick." John sat down at his desk. John had made up his mind he was simply not interested in either Jane or Roz. Phil was not taken in by his act of bullshit nonchalance. "Roz has pretty well told me to get lost too," John continued, "workplace romances never work out anyway, or so I'm told. Mind you, it is a kind of torture having Roz and Jane right here, they're so fucking gorgeous, aren't they?"
On Friday evening Jane took an Uber to Diane's house, found the house keys where she said she had left them, and on arrival she went upstairs and lay on the four-poster bed, where they slept together whenever she stayed the night. She felt quite sad and pathetically abandoned. A text from Diane told her that Caro was in a medically induced coma to aid brain recovery. She closed her eyes and eventually slept, dreaming of Diane next to her. On waking early, she pulled on Diane's robe and ate breakfast and then sat on a recliner on the patio in the early morning sun, drinking coffee and looking out at Diane's beautiful garden, enjoying the misty dampness of the morning. After flicking through her texts, one from Sarah, complete with a photo of her in some store in a striking dress, she decided to have a workout in the gym downstairs. The picture of Sarah excited her as usual. But there was little to no prospect of anything of a sexual nature happening to her today. She put on her workout shorts and then pulled on a cropped T-shirt. Diane liked to see her in it as her round breasts poked out the bottom. Jane usually didn't wear a bra when working with the weights downstairs. It kept her cooler and it turned her on to wear the tee instead, knowing it made Diane want her. She pulled on her black, high-top sneakers. Great support for her feet when working out. She tied her long brown hair up and did some jumping jacks to warm up, before descending to the gym. Jane worked out for about an hour pumping weights and using the exercise machine in the gym. She was about to do 20 minutes of cardio on the step machine, when she heard the front doorbell. She at once thought of Irma and cursed. She ran upstairs and looked at the video monitor for the front door. For a second she was not sure who it was as all she saw was the side of a woman's head, but she sighed with relief to know it was not Irma.
She opened the door, Leslie looked at her with surprise. "Oh, hi Jane, I wasn't expecting you. Is Diane in?" Jane smiled, "come in, please."
Leslie was checking her out in her sexy workout wear. "Jane. What?"
"I'm working out in the gym. You know, Dee has one downstairs. Trying to keep myself from getting fat."
Leslie recognized the allusion to getting fat from their chat last weekend. "Little chance of that looking at you. I might need to join you to keep me from..."
"Sheesh Leslie, as if. You look great, are you going to join me downstairs?" Leslie was in running shorts and singlet. Jane resisted flirting with her, but her invitation ended up sounding more than just a simple request for a workout companion.
Leslie flushed. "Uh no, but thanks. I was wondering whether Diane wants to go for a run. We used to run a lot together, so I thought maybe today?" Jane quickly explained why Diane was not there and that she would be in her house over the weekend. Leslie's beautiful face showed concern. She didn't know whether or how to console Jane. Leslie knew she and Diane were together, but she was unused to dealing with people in same sex relationships. She would have hugged Diane, but she held off hugging Jane. She was way too scared of how it might develop. She had noticed those curves poking out from under Jane's tee. Jane's body made her feel a little inadequate.
"I could run with you if you want company?" Jane took a step closer. "Unless you run more than 5k. Not sure I could do more than that as I've been working out already."
Leslie smiled and agreed. Jane said she had to put on a bra if she was going outside and then, much to Leslie's surprise, she stripped off her T-shirt and vanished upstairs. Leslie got a good look at Jane's boobs. She had to admit they were very nice. Jane reappeared wearing a gray sports bra. Leslie murmured "that's better" and they headed off.
Jane expected not to be able to keep up with Leslie, as she thought Leslie's long legs would give her an advantage, but in reality, they were closely matched. Jane enjoyed looking at her running. Leslie seemed even more beautiful this weekend than last and watching her run excited Jane. Jane felt disloyal to Diane, as she fixed her gaze on Leslie's tight butt and her thighs powering her along the road. She fantasized about Leslie and Diane running together as they must have done in the past. What a pair. Her arms pumped as Leslie sped ahead, Jane felt herself lagging. Her high tops did not help. Not the best for running. Leslie's slim, shapely legs picked up the pace even more. Jane pushed herself as they turned a corner and she realized they were almost back at Diane's house. They both sprinted and came to a stop outside the wrought iron gate. Leslie came in first, a good fifteen yards ahead of Jane. They went through the gates and flopped on the grass.
"Fuck, Leslie, you beat me, I reckon you were being nice to me." Jane's bare legs and arms were shining with sweat, and her face was red, her long hair wet with perspiration. She looked over at Leslie's slim form. She seemed less tired.
"I wasn't taking it easy, you were on my tail. I couldn't have run 5K as well as you after an hour in the gym. You did good." Jane lay on her back catching her breath. She felt irritated Leslie had come in first. She prided herself on her physique and fitness. Still, to be beaten by lovely Leslie, I suppose not too awful, she thought.
"Don't be kind to me, I suppose it's good to lose; keeps me humble." Leslie made a note to herself that Jane liked to win. She had not thought she was that type. Jane got to her feet and held out her hand. "Come on, let's go in and get a drink." Leslie ignored the hand but followed her inside. Looking at Jane's body in her tiny workout shorts and her strong back and shoulders, her long hair swinging down her back as she walked, she realized that Jane's obvious attraction to her was strangely exciting. She couldn't help but like Jane and she was fascinated that Jane and Diane were together.
"What would you like?" Jane held open the door of the fridge. Leslie picked a bottle of water and Jane followed suit. They sat outside on the patio, both of them were still hot from their run and in the warm sun the sweat was beading on their bare skin. Jane asked how Frank was, and she hesitantly revealed he was away on a business trip. She half feared Jane might make a pass at her. When she didn't, she felt a little disappointed.
"So does Frankie go running to or is it just you?"
"You are funny, Frank is never Frankie, you know."
"I know, it's just my joke."
"I'm not sure you and Frank would get on, he doesn't much like people having a joke at his expense."
Jane smiled and touched Leslie's arm. "Sorry Leslie, I don't know your husband at all. Me and my mouth. I'm just trying to chat with you like we did last weekend."
Leslie sank back into her chair and closed her eyes enjoying the sun and the heat. "That's OK. Frank can be a bit of a prig sometimes, that's all. Sorry I'm a bit off. As I said last time, I do rattle around in my house, particularly of course when he's away."
"Are you still thinking that there's something between Frank and Dee? I mean I told you she and I are together and, no offense, she never mentioned either of you to me before." Jane felt that came out rather too bluntly. "She did say you were a great couple when she told me you were coming over last weekend."
"Well, I have to take your word for it, I guess. Frank has been extra nice to me recently. Maybe he's after someone else, not Diane then."
"Leslie, you're being a bit paranoid, surely? He might just want to be nice to his stunning, sexy wife, which is what it sounds like to me."
Leslie smiled, somehow it seemed to suggest that she thought Jane was being naïve. Jane wondered why she thought Frank was in any way unfaithful. She looked so beautiful, and Jane didn't want her to leave.
"Hey, look, why don't you come and stay here with me? I'm sure Dee wouldn't mind." Jane was not sure she wouldn't mind. Although they had joked about sexy Mrs Spencer, it might be different if she knew Jane had had her to stay. Jane knew what she'd think. Jane had to admit she might be right too.
"Oh no, I couldn't. It wouldn't be right."
"You're sweet Leslie. Don't worry, I thought you'd say that." Jane got up and then said, "I've got to shower, I stink. You want a shower too?"
Leslie opened her blue-gray eyes. "No, I'll go home in a moment."
"Even if I suggest we shower together?" Jane's smile was wide. Leslie laughed, "Nice try, but no. Although it is nice to feel wanted, I suppose. You've got chutzpah I'll say that for you."
"Sorry, I did promise not to hit on you last week. It is difficult though when I see you like this." Leslie did indeed look scrumptious, her long honey-colored legs stretched out, still with their post running sheen.
"You're very naughty, what would Diane say?" Leslie was not convinced that Jane and Diane were truly an item in the way she and Frank were. She reckoned they hardly knew each other. Three months is way too short a time to get to really know someone, she thought. Diane was so feminine, so to Leslie's mind it was a particular surprise that she should turn out to be a lesbian or bisexual or whatever she was, not that Jane wasn't feminine, but Jane seemed more sexually outgoing and experimental, and less emotionally mature. If someone like Diane wants to be with a woman, and admittedly Jane was extremely attractive, maybe she was the odd one out in being uneasy about it?
"She'd probably kick me out and send me to the salt mines." They both laughed. Jane took off her sneakers and padded into the laundry room where she stripped off and put her workout wear in the washing machine. Leslie had followed her as she thought she was meant to and got an eyeful of Jane buck naked. She pulled back quickly and returned to the entrance hall mightily embarrassed. Jane reappeared covered in a flimsy robe. Nude Jane had made quite an impression on Leslie.
"Jane, why don't you come over to mine for dinner? I'd really like us to be better friends, but I gotta do things this afternoon. Shopping, you know."
Jane had no idea Leslie had seen the nude her. "I'd just love to. What time? Shall we order in? I'm not much of a cook, I can bring booze."
They agreed to meet at 6:00. Leslie zealously told her how to get to her house in minute detail. Jane poked fun at her afterwards as it was literally down the street and first on the right and elaborate instruction were not really necessary. Leslie kissed Jane on her cheek as a goodbye. Jane paused and kissed her back. She could make out Leslie's nipples pushing up under her sports bra. Not for the first time this morning Jane wanted her. Leslie ran out the gate, Jane looked at her and wondered why she couldn't stop herself lusting after her, despite loving Diane.
Jane walked to the liquor store and bought some wine and a bottle of vodka for the evening, then got something to eat. By the time 5:00 came around she wondered whether she should change out of her jeans and T-shirt. She assumed it was casual, but Jane did want to be a little more exciting than the usual blue jeans. The trouble was she had not brought anything much to wear. She looked in Diane's closet. Lots of clothes there, but Diane was three inches taller than her and had lovely large boobs, certainly a cup size or so bigger than Jane's, so fitting her would be a problem. She tried on a little black number in Diane's closet, but it didn't make the grade.
In the end she resorted to some of her own dark, shiny, patterned Lycra leggings, and borrowed the one thing from Diane that fitted her, a top that exposed her abs and one shoulder, with short, flared sleeves. Diane probably no longer wore it. A bit too sexy for Diane these days, but for me, so what, she thought. She borrowed a necklace from Diane, and added a thin, dark red, leather belt around her hips. On her feet were the Doc Martens she had worn to the house on Friday. She did up the laces only halfway. She would have liked some boots with heels, but Diane's shoes were too big for her, even though she seemed to have more shoes than Imelda Marcos. She spent a good amount of time brushing her hair. A dark red ribbon helped control the cascading dark brown waves that fell over her shoulders and down her back. On went dark red, waterproof lipstick, and she did her eyelashes. Jane wondered whether she needed to bother, after all it was just Leslie, but she didn't want to be a real slob, if by any chance Leslie had made an effort. She checked herself out in the full-length mirror in the corridor. She was gratified that she looked good. She borrowed a light scarf and tied it loosely around her long neck. She liked her Bohemian look with her amazing legs in their skintight leggings and her close-fitting top nicely displaying her other assets, held as they were in a white bra. Her naked abs and the start of the curve of her hips made her look closer to twenty than her 30 years. The belt asymmetrically draped around her hips drew the eye to her slim waist and hips and to her toned backside. She felt sexy, and she was, indeed, very sexy.
The walk to Leslie's and Frank's house took about 15 minutes. It was a beautiful warm evening, with the scent of rose blossoms and lavender in the air. Their house was half the size of Diane's, and the yard was about a third smaller. No expensive landscaping graced the lawns, with only one or two slightly malnourished looking shrubs. But to Jane it was still a very nice home and a million times better than her one-bedroom apartment. She would behave herself with Leslie she thought, even though she was way overexcited about seeing her again. She had never expected to be alone with her as there would always be Frank, or Diane, or so she had thought. But now both were away. She would be tempted yet again, and Leslie was a big temptation. Diane thought so too. Perhaps Dee has had her already and she has not been honest about it. Jane knew she would not have been honest with Diane if she had fucked Leslie. Silently mouthing the words "fucked Leslie" made her pussy weep. Oh god, I really like her, she thought. In her mind's eye she saw Dee with her strapon pulling Leslie roughly onto the sectional sofa in her house and penetrating her. Stop thinking like this, she said to herself, nothing will come of it anyway. Jane was under the impression that Leslie was not interested. Possibly she did have a prurient interest in Jane's, and thereby Diane's, sexuality, and lifestyle, but that was it. Certainly, last weekend she seemed a little shocked when Jane told her about the situation with Diane.
Leslie opened the door as she walked up the path. "Jane, so glad you're here, I'm feeling I need some company." This time they embraced and kissed each other on the cheek. Jane asked how long Frank had been gone. "Oh, he left on Tuesday morning, so about 4 days." Jane gave her another kiss, "Poor you," she said, putting her bottles on the sideboard. Leslie said, "It's nothing to poor Diane, I can't imagine what she's going through." She paused and then tacked on, "I bet you're missing her too." She thought it was weird equating the two relationships, she and Frank with Jane and Diane. She couldn't help liking both of them. They were such a striking couple. Looking at Jane's tight body, she did understand, sort of, why someone like Diane was with her.
"You look very nice Leslie. Very sexy if you don't mind me saying." Jane's compliment was sort of expected. Leslie realized last week that Jane was interested in her, she was not that stupid. It was flattering, since Jane was very beautiful, and she was with the equally beautiful, sophisticated Diane, so she felt the compliment meant something. But she knew it was more than just a polite statement. The kiss Jane had given her last week, full on the lips, had startled her, and she couldn't stop thinking about it. Jane's aroma, the way she had pulled her to her mouth. The look in her hazel eyes. The feel of her hair. It played on her mind. It was the way she had done it, so unexpected, so sensual. She'd have to be careful with Jane, she thought. It was all quite exciting, so unlike predictable Frank, who had stopped complimenting her a few years ago.
Jane, despite her resolution, was already gone. Leslie had not taken Jane's somewhat overstudied, pretend "I'm not trying to be hot" approach. She had gone full on glamour, wearing a thrillingly short dark gray dress with lacy, see through panels. Two short slits in the tight skirt showed even more thigh, which was saying something. Red velvet, strapped, spiky heeled sandals matched her red toenail polish. Her blonde hair had been blown dry to glorious perfection. Jane's lust, never far below the surface, switched to overdrive. That body, those legs she thought, oh god. She gushed, "I feel I'm underdressed, fuck Leslie, you look like you're attending some Hollywood event. You're gorgeous."
"Well, thank you Jane, you're not so bad yourself. This dress is new, I thought I'd try it on for you, before I wear it for Frank, to see if you approve. You always look," she paused, picking her words carefully, "so cool. I bet people love your look." Jane was stylishly sexy, and she knew it, and the way she carried it off interested Leslie. So confident, so collected.
"You look a million dollars. If Frank doesn't want to ravish you once he sees you in that, then you picked a eunuch."
Leslie smiled. "Well, that's kind of the idea. You know, my biological clock and all that."
"Well, sex I could have helped you with," Jane's voice was particularly enticing, "but I can't help you with the biological clock thing though." She knew Leslie wanted to be a mom. No harm in little flirtation on the side.
They ordered the food and sat in her kitchen. Jane asked if she'd had any modeling inquiries from the site where she had posted her availability. Leslie shrugged her bare shoulders, "Nothing serious, a few vaguely creepy offers, quite a lot of nice comments about me, but nothing we think looks very hopeful." Jane wondered how long she'd been on the site. "Only about two weeks, so we'll give it a month and see." Jane asked to see her page. They looked at her iPad. Jane admired them. "Fuck Leslie, you look amazing, who took those risqué ones?" she said referring to a few of her in black lingerie and heels. Seeing her like that did nothing to cool Jane's lust. "Oh, that was Frank, he's pretty good. In fact, he took all of them. They are all from just here in the house, although this one was taken on vacation." She pointed out one of her in a bikini. The others showed her in a number of evening dresses, and a few head and shoulders portraits nicely done. Leslie's delicate features and light eyes, sometimes seemingly blue, sometimes gray, made for a very attractive proposition. "Leslie, you are a star, or well, you should be. Perhaps you need an agent?"
"Yes, that'll be the next step, but I think Frank is getting cold feet. You know, everyone looking at me and you know, it makes him protective or whatever."
"I can imagine, I was surprised he suggested you for this."
Leslie bristled, "It wasn't his idea you know, I wanted to do it, he's OK with it, well he is for the moment, at least."
"Maybe this will be a fight to come if you get work?"
"Maybe."
"I'll look forward to hearing when you get some gigs. Most of it is pretty innocuous, modeling stuff for catalogs etc, he can't object to that, surely?"
The food arrived and they ate it on Leslie's patio, they had two cocktails and then drank the wine Jane brought. Both the women were feeling the effects of the drink, and Jane decided to stop, but Leslie continued with more vodka and rum drinks. Jane was surprised how much she seemed to be able to pour down her throat. She remembered that she'd been somewhat intoxicated last weekend too. She became increasingly talkative the more she drank, and this, Jane had to admit, made her way more fun. It seemed to her that Leslie really was missing company and she had obviously warmed to Jane. Jane is easy to like; not challenging, but funny, intelligent, although not particularly intellectual, sensitive, and yet she couldn't help being flirty. She was like this with anyone, of either sex, or of a similar age. People feel when they are with her, that they are truly the center of her world. It was a gift Jane had, and it made her a prized companion and, of course, extremely attractive. Talking with Jane produces a pleasant sense of belonging, and belonging is what Leslie needed and had needed for quite some time.
The evening was drawing in and the two of them were sitting looking at each other, the patio table in between them. Jane was rambling on about work and she then told her usual story about her male relationships, the ones that Csilla had refused to believe. When she got to the part when Jonathan broke up with her, she suddenly felt a wave of sadness, even though it was she who had finished with him and not the other way round. It was not so much about him, but the change in her life's trajectory and how the certainties of her life as a supposedly heterosexual girl and woman in her twenties had been upended in the last year. Maybe it was the drink exposing her underlying fears, maybe it was being with Leslie who had a significant other, a life companion, when she felt deeply uncertain about the future. Here she was, with a girlfriend whom she had known for barely 4 months in total. Diane, sophisticated and rich with grown up kids. She, just a simple woman of extremely modest means who had slept with more women in the last year than she had slept with men in the previous five. When would Diane find out about her, how fake she was, how unfaithful, and with little to offer her worldly-wise lover but her body? Even now I'm wanting to have sex with Leslie, she thought. Why can't I control myself? Leslie's relationship with Frank was real, even though she was obviously chafing against it. Leslie picked up on her change of mood, despite her intoxication. "Jane, you OK? I want to hear why you turned to women," she said leaning forward. Her beautiful face and bare shoulders and arms were bright against her tight, dark dress in the darkening evening light.
Jane was sitting like a teenager, one calf tucked under the thigh of her other leg, her high cheek bones framed by her dark hair which merged into the surrounding dark. Leslie could make out in the gloom the top of her breasts and the edge of her bra, the white blouse covering the rest. Leslie was hammered, but she could see in Jane's face a change in her mood. She got up and touching Jane's shoulder said quietly, "Come on let's sit on the sofa, it's more comfortable."
Jane sat first, Leslie stumbled in her heels, clearly worse for drink, and crashed down beside her. She put her arm around Jane, pulling her close. "Jane, you've gone all sad, I'd like to cheer you up." Jane could smell the drink on her breath. "I'm sorry to hear about your breakup, but you have lovely Diane now, don't you?"
Leslie was leaning against Jane, her face brushing against Jane's hair as she whispered into her ear. The first kiss was tentative against Jane's ear. Jane could feel her warmth. My god she thought, she's surrendered. Jane's gratification at her seduction of Leslie cheered her, Leslie's hand was on her Lycra-clad thigh, and she could feel her pussy was getting wet with expectation. It was a bit weird though, and she wondered whether Leslie's drunkenness was making her do things she might regret.
"Leslie, Leslie, babe, are you sure you want this? I don't want Frank to think..."
"What about Mrs fucking Wertheimer? She gets you every fucking night. This is just now. Come on, I don't care about Frank tonight, I want you." Leslie's mouth closed over Jane's and her hand pressed against her breast. The kiss was unbelievable. Jane felt it was one of the most erotic she had ever experienced. Perhaps it was because they were both drunk, although Leslie was far worse than Jane, but Leslie put every drop of sensuality she had in her sexy body into the long kiss, her tongue wrapping Jane's, their saliva washing each other, the sighs of pleasure arousing each other and further stimulating their passion. Jane's pussy was awash with wetness. Leslie's hand had found one of Jane's nipples and was pinching and rolling it. My god, she thought, Leslie is on fire. Jane shifted and Leslie flung a bare leg over Jane's lap, and swiveled her body against hers, all the while still kissing. Jane's hand caressed the hard leg, slid up the thigh and then pushed under the hem of her minidress and cradled her right buttock, looking for entry. Leslie was pulling at Jane's blouse trying to expose her breasts. "Leslie, Leslie, my god you're a fucking firecracker," she gasped as Leslie's hand rubbed her crotch. Jane's passion was at fever pitch. The weight and warmth of Leslie up against her was divine. Christ, she said to herself, I never thought she'd pounce on me like this. Jane's fingers touched Leslie's panties lying deep within her ass crack, she pulled the strip of cotton to one side and her fingertips felt wet labia. Leslie cried out in excitement, then Jane hooked a finger into her and finding the correct orientation she pushed it into Leslie's slit. Leslie moaned and shifted her body so she was astride Jane's lap, her knees on either side of Jane's thighs. Jane's face was pressed up against Leslie's boobs. She added another finger, feeling Leslie's beautiful wetness and pumped her fingers inside her. Leslie squealed in pleasure, and she covered Jane's head and face with kisses, her hands squeezing Jane's breasts. Jane continued thrusting her fingers and Leslie squirmed in pleasure, her breasts pushing against Jane's mouth and neck. Leslie's tongue flicked over Jane's face and mouth, and her bare thighs squeezed Jane as Jane`s fingers twisted and thrust into her swollen pussy. Jane pulled Leslie close to her, their breasts pushing up against each other, their mouths meeting again, kissing passionately. Jane grasped Leslie's zipper and pulled the dress down to her waist, and then unclipped the bra, Leslie's bare nipples flicked against her face as Jane dropped the bra to the ground. Jane sucked the stiff nipple and Leslie twisted in pleasure. As Jane's tonguing of her nipples drove Leslie mad with pleasure, Jane pulled the minidress down Leslie's thighs. "Come on, babe, let me get this off you," she said as Leslie stumbled to her feet, her mind confused and aroused at the same time.
Jane quickly and efficiently pulled the small dress and white panties down to her ankles, but Leslie was too drunk to flick them off her feet. Jane helped her down on the sofa and threaded the dress and panties over her spiked heels. "Jane, Jane, I want to have you tonight," she mumbled and pulled Jane to in between her thighs. Jane manipulated the naked beauty, so she lay against her. "Leslie, I'm not sure you know what to do to make me come, you're so hammered."
"Nonsense, I want lick your pussy," her voice was slurred.
"Later, babe, but you need this first." Jane pulled the naked woman so Leslie's ass was in between her thighs, one toned thigh lying over hers and she held the warm body with her arm around her chest, Leslie's head, lying against Jane's shoulder.
"Kiss me Jane, like you kiss Diane," she giggled, "in fact, let's pretend I'm her and then I can fuck you real good like I bet she does." Jane chuckled, she wondered whether she really should be having sex with someone who was so drunk. "Ok, you can fuck me later, but right now it's my turn to make you come. Leslie, you've no idea how much I've wanted you." Jane's hand was on Leslie's breast, the nipple was stiff, and she kept squeezing it hard. Her other hand was now in between Leslie's thighs, her fingers once again inside her, pushing and pumping. She pulled the naked body tight against hers, Leslie was writhing and moaning in pleasure. All the time Jane kept kissing Leslie, who was now about to fall over the cliff of no return as her orgasm approached. Leslie had removed Jane's scarf and she had pulled Jane's blouse up under her chin as she kept trying to suck her boobs. Jane could feel the muscles in Leslie's thighs contracting, as her pleasure increased ready to burst. Jane's hand was wet with Leslie's fluid. Leslie suddenly cried out, "Oh god, Jane I'm there!" Her legs closed around Jane's hand and every muscle in her young body tightened. Jane squeezed the breast under her left hand hard. "Come over me, baby, come on, that's it," Leslie tossed and turned, but Jane held her tight. In the dark, Jane could barely see the naked body as it lay against her, although the dim light from a streetlight in the distance reflected off Leslie's skin.
After a minute or so Leslie went limp. They kissed. "I think we should go in, don't you? It's dark."
Leslie smiled, "Jane, Jane, is that how you bring Diane off?" She was very drunk, "tell me what she does to you, and I'll do it too. I want to make you come."
Jane put a finger over Leslie's mouth. "Shush, Les, you've had a little too much to drink, let's go inside." She helped her to her feet. Leslie swayed, her statuesque body silhouetted against the white of the house. Jane noticed her breasts were remarkably conical, thrusting out with large, erect nipples. Jane's breasts were round cups in comparison.
"Lean against me, come on, we can't have you bruising that beautiful body if you fall." Leslie lent heavily on Jane, as she walked unsteadily, frequently almost falling as she tripped in her heels over the flags of the patio. She kept talking to Leslie as they walked into the house, she wanted to keep her awake until she was inside and somewhere comfortable, Jane was afraid she would curl up on the grass and go to sleep, or vomit. "Jane don't leave me alone. You and Diane can stay over if you like. I'll try not to have sex with you if you let me watch." Jane wondered what fantasies were lurking in Leslie's head about her and Diane. She smiled when she thought how Leslie had pretended to be so uninterested before. In vino veritas.
In the family room, Jane switched on the light, and she gently let naked Leslie down on the sofa. She lay face down and immediately fell asleep. It was only 11:00 but Leslie was flat out drunk. She felt a bit worse for drink, but nothing like Leslie with her incoherent babbling and fantasies. She looked down at her naked body. She was spectacular, her round ass and long legs, and her honey complexion. Her beautiful face framed by the short blond hair was squashed against the cushion, her lips twitching occasionally. Jane took a picture on her phone of naked Leslie in just her heels lying there. She then removed her shoes and put them carefully by the door. Her fingers danced over her firm buttocks and traced along the exposed labia. Leslie moaned. Jane was a little disappointed that she herself had not had any kind of orgasm, but it had been great to watch Leslie squirming and moaning as she had climaxed on her fingers. She wondered how Leslie would feel in the morning. She ran her fingers again over the naked buttocks in front of her and with one hand underneath the sleeping girl she began to caress Leslie's clit, then with the other she entered her with two fingers. The pussy was wet as she worked on it, her fingers sliding into the dripping slit, while her other hand rubbed the stiff clitoris. It was wonderful to see Leslie pull herself out of her alcoholic sleep. As she struggled to regain consciousness, her toned, round ass rose as her orgasm started. She cried out, a wail of sexual release as she came. She kissed her on the thighs and buttock and said gently, "Come on Les, I'll take you up to bed. Come on, get up, it's not far."
"Jane, you make me come so good, oh god, fuck, yes." Her voice was slurred, and she seemed confused. "Is Frank back? Is he with Diane? Jane, did I ever tell you I think Diane and Frank are in love? Do you think I could sleep with Diane instead of him, so that he will stay with me?"
"Shush, don't worry about all that stuff now, Les, let's get you to bed."
"Please sleep with me tonight, don't leave me, I don't feel too well." Jane had to smile. It was ironic that Leslie was begging her in her intoxicated state to sleep with her, something both of them knew would never have happened if she had not been so drunk. Jane felt she had to stay anyway, Leslie was in a pretty bad way. Naked Leslie swayed while Jane pulled back the sheets. She bundled Leslie into the bed, her honeyed skin a beautiful contrast against the white. Then she tucked her in. She kissed her. Leslie whispered in her ear, her speech slurred, "Please stay, I want both of you in my bed." Jane kissed her again. She had no idea who the "both of you" referred to. She and Diane, Frank and Diane, or she and Frank? No doubt Leslie would have no idea what she meant either in the morning.
Jane had a long drink of water, and she tidied up the spent drinks, and put the dinner plates and glasses and silverware in the dishwasher. She picked up her bra from outside, as well Leslie's sexy dress, panties, and bra. She hung the dress up on a hanger by the front door. Then she locked up as well as she could and went upstairs, found the bathroom, put Leslie's underwear in the laundry basket, and had a quick shower. She slipped on her panties and bra and then climbed into the king-sized bed where Leslie was breathing heavily and dribbling on the pillow. She switched off the light and snuggled up to Leslie. "It was lovely to fuck you Leslie, I hope you enjoyed it. Please don't give me a hard time in the morning." Jane thought how nice it was to be with someone, even if they were in a drunken stupor. She had expected to be on her own tonight. Leslie's smooth body was warm and smelled of shampoo, sex, and drink. Jane went to sleep quickly, holding Leslie close to her, their limbs intertwined.
Jane woke up to Leslie groaning and rushing out of the bedroom. Jane wondered what would happen next. It was 10 o'clock. Should she get up and pretend there had been nothing unusual about her being in the same bed, or should she stay put? She chose the latter. She shifted over to be well out of Leslie's sleeping zone and pulled the sheets around her, trying to make a barrier between the two halves of the bed. She heard the toilet in the bathroom and the tap running and then teeth brushing, then she heard Leslie groan again and she reappeared in the room, clad only in a precariously positioned bath towel. Jane pretended to be asleep. Leslie sat on her side of the bed and shook her.
"Jane, wake up. Come on, wake up for god's sake!" Jane pretended to stir. She sat up and asked, "How do you feel?"
"Fucking awful, my head hurts. What the fuck are you doing in my bed? No, actually, I don't want to know. It might be best if you leave."
"Leslie, you were dead drunk last night, I..."
"You wanted to take advantage of me, didn't you?" Jane's face showed distress. "Don't look like that, god knows what you were up to with me last night." This was a rather more forceful Leslie than Jane was used to.
"You were unconscious, you asked me to stay. In fact, you asked me to sleep with you." Jane was now not one hundred percent sure she had asked this. Leslie was still beautiful, but she looked hungover. Her blue eyes were horribly bloodshot. "You do remember what happened yesterday don't you, you know, on the patio and in the family room?"
"Of course I fucking do. That's no excuse." Leslie was really not at all sure what she remembered. She had been naked, feeling aroused, Jane touching her, making love to her, she remembered kissing Jane on the mouth, but it was all so hazy. She remembered rubbing Jane's nipples, sucking them. Or was Jane sucking hers? She remembered lying in Jane's arms, kissing. She remembered wanting Jane to want her. How she had got to bed she had no idea. She seemed to see Diane with Jane, but she knew this couldn't be true as Diane is away. She had been naked in bed. When she woke up, Jane was sleeping close to her, gently breathing into her ear as she slept. Her head was pounding excruciatingly. She thought of Frank, what would he say and think? Guilt and remorse were her main emotions and, coupled with her foggy memory of what happened yesterday, she felt she had to get rid of the person who had caused this terrible lapse of judgement. Jane was a fucking temptress, a seducer who had made her go against her nature.
"That's no reason to...to...take advantage and..." Leslie's voice had a hard edge, so different from last night.
"But I didn't. I didn't, even though I really wanted to. I wouldn't do that. No way. I was worried you might need someone last night, the state you were in. So, I stayed. I'm really fond of you."
"Right, all you've ever wanted with me is to have your way with me. No doubt you and Diane can laugh about it. Why would I have needed you last night anyway?" Leslie was pissed, to put it mildly.
"Ok, I wished I'd never stayed, and I'd let you puke all over yourself or fall down the stairs. You asked me to stay and you said, `please sleep with me tonight.' It's not my fault, you don't remember. Fuck, I now wish I'd never come over." Jane got out of bed and pulled on her leggings and her blouse. Leslie looked on silently. "Just go." Leslie's voice was uncompromising.
"This is such bullshit, you have no idea what you said last night." Jane remembered all the stuff she had said about her and Diane. "You need to examine your subconscious, or id, or whatever it is. You wanted to fuck both me and Diane in your ravings. So, I'm sorry I slept in your bed. For what it's worth I liked it, but I did nothing to you in bed, I could have...," she paused, no need to say what she was thinking, "but I didn't, and I wouldn't." She wrapped the belt over her hips.
Jane hurried downstairs. Leslie was silent. She looked on as Jane slipped on her Doc Martens without doing up the laces. She tried to unlock the door but couldn't do it. Leslie walked over, trying to hold onto the short towel. Jane could see her slit. Leslie knew she could, but she didn't care. She opened the door and said goodbye. Her voice was cold. Jane's eyes were teary, "Sorry I gave you such an awful experience. Most people who sleep with me seem to like it, by the way. Some might even consider themselves lucky to get the opportunity." Leslie opened her mouth to say something but thought better of it. She closed the door behind Jane and watched her walk away. She felt sick, not just physically, but also mentally, as she began to wonder if she may have totally overreacted. She went upstairs, took some Advil, and went back to bed to sleep it all off. Jane's side of the bed was still warm, and her scent lingered.
Jane seethed as she walked back to Diane's house. It was not as bad as being accused of rape, as when Sophie had slapped and shouted at her, but not much better. She had been a bit presumptuous perhaps. She could have slept on the sofa, or on another bed. But still, after their evening of passion, which Leslie had started for fuck's sake, was she really so out of order? Jane had really liked her too, and she was pretty sure Leslie had reciprocated. Those things she said when drunk: no one would say them unless they they reflected some deep feelings buried somewhere in her pain-in-the-ass brain. This thought provided some consolation to her.
When she got back to Diane's, she went for a swim and exhausted herself by swimming lengths until she could do no more, her legs and arms aching. She lay in the sun as she dried off and recuperated. She remembered another awkward day when Irma pounced on her. Her mind kept racing, thinking about last night and the enigma that seemed to be Leslie. She was unhappy, not just because she had been unfaithful to Diane, but that her unfaithfulness had not even been worth it. No thundering orgasm for her, no lovely apres sex closeness, nor any pleasant companionship afterwards. Just weird rancor. She had loved the feel of Leslie's hot body and she loved how great it had been to give her pleasure, and it was even lovely to have slept next to her, feeling her body up against hers, her heavy breathing, her face against Leslie's blonde hair. Then Leslie's accusations and nastiness, as if everything that went before had been worth precisely nothing. Jane had never even caressed Leslie while she was asleep, apart from when she woke her up from the sofa. That surely didn't count. She held her in bed, but didn't try anything with a breast, nipple, or anything sexual. She looked at the picture of Leslie from last night. Her slim form lying face down on the sofa, dead to the world, her strong legs, those sexy, round ass cheeks, and those red velvet heels. She had been something. So why had it all changed? Her head was still aching from the drink last night. She dreaded to think how much Leslie's must be hurting. No wonder she was bad tempered this morning.
Jane went inside and made herself a sandwich and a pot of strong coffee. How she wished Dee were with her. She texted her, asking how she was. She sat and watched TV, still in her bikini. The same one she had worn when Irma had made her move. A few hours passed. She went outside and walked about the garden, wishing Diane were there and feeling sorry for herself. She decided to go home as there was nothing for her here now. She packed up her few things and changed back into her jeans and T-shirt. In the Uber driving her home, she felt hurt, sad, and lonely. She didn't even want to talk to any of her friends about it. It was embarrassing. She was mystified as to why Leslie was so schizophrenic about her. For one of the few times in her life, she was almost looking forward to going back to work on Monday, it would take her mind off the weirdness.