Jane's Encounters: Jane and Sandrine are jealous
It is best to read these stories in order as there is a continuous
narrative, albeit a different episode each time.
Jane waited at arrivals. Diane's plane was due to arrive at 11:05 at night and it was already 11:30. She yawned and stretched out her long legs. She felt strangely anxious about seeing Diane again. Ten days had passed since her weird night with Leslie, and she was still smarting from her treatment. She was also seriously worried that somehow Diane would find out. On top of this she was just plain nervous at seeing Diane; would the old spark between them still be there? What if time apart had not made her or Diane's heart stronger? Diane's text to her was affectionate when she said that Caroline was much better and would be released from hospital and giving her details of when she would return. Caroline was going to stay with her brother Hans in Frankfurt, so Diane could always return to see her as she recovered. The doctors thought full recovery would take three to six months. Jane had immediately texted back saying she'd meet her at the airport. Diane said that was very sweet of her and that she, of course, could come and stay over the weekend.
After the text exchange, Jane wondered whether she might be coming over as too needy. Diane would be tired, maybe the last thing she'd want is to see Jane after a tiring 7-hour flight. Jane knew that her misgivings were partly due to insecurity over Leslie's rejection of her, and her introspection on the state of their relationship when she was away. She told herself she was being stupid, they'd only been apart for about a month. Nothing had changed surely? Not from her perspective, she still wanted Diane and the thought of having her again excited her, but she was anxious, nonetheless.
Diane saw Jane almost at once when she came into the terminal. She was hard to miss in her wet-look black leggings, ankle boots, black singlet, and white cardigan. Diane was chatting with a rather glamorous-looking blonde. Diane waved and Jane waved back. Diane put an arm around Jane and kissed her gently on the lips.
"Dee, it so great to have you back."
"Look at you, you look as fantastic as ever. Sandrine, this is Jane, mon amour, isn't she absolutely stunning? It's great to be back." Jane glowed at the compliment.
Her companion agreed, "I can see why you're so happy to be home, given what you told me. She is delicious." Jane looked at her, smiling expectantly, waiting for a better introduction. Delicious? Really?
"Jane, this is Sandrine. An amazing coincidence, but we were on the same flight. She's a friend of ours, Erwin and mine from Germany. We had such fun together back then. Anyway, she's over visiting some relatives. I asked her to stay the night. She has to move on tomorrow. Isn't it great?"
Sandrine was about Diane's age, but equally well preserved. Looking at both of them it was a kind of yin and yang experience. Diane dark, Sandrine blonde. Diane's black hair had been renewed with the light brown highlighting treatment that had initially caught Jane's eye. "Dee, your hair is just fab," she said.
Sandrine was wearing a leather skirt and heels, in contrast to Diane's more sober jeans, sneakers and light jacket. "Yes, hello Jane, you're even more beautiful than Diane described." She embraced Jane and kissed her cheek. "Uh, hello," was all Jane could manage. Sandrine's perfume was distinctive, and she reeked of wealth. The skirt alone must have cost a pretty penny. She was undoubtedly attractive, which served to make Jane a little uneasy and jealous at this stranger that was standing to spoil her special rendezvous with Diane. Mon amour, that was really nice of Diane. Why did this woman, Sandrine, have to be here, now?
They collected their luggage from the carousel, Jane rolling one of Diane's large cases, her own backpack over her shoulders, and Diane pulling the other. Jane would have guessed that Sandrine would have had more luggage than three normal people, but in reality, she had only one. Diane said, "Sandrine's getting a rental car, so we'll follow her." Sandrine walked quickly, her heels clicking on the stone floor. Jane reluctantly noticed her nice legs, thighs, and ass under that leather skirt. At the rental car counter, Jane and Diane waited as Sandrine went through the paperwork.
"You're quiet Janie, everything OK?" Jane was becoming irritated. Fucking Sandrine had screwed up her thoughts of a nice heart-to-heart with Diane followed by sex. Now she was going to have to listen to Sandrine and Diane chatting about old times, which did not feature Jane at all. She felt like a spare part. The proverbial three of two's company, three's a crowd. Sandrine's attractiveness worried her too. Perhaps she and Diane were more than friends. The thought they may have been ex-lovers terrified her.
"How long she's staying?" Jane tried to make it sound like an innocent question, but Diane picked up the edge in her voice. She decided to ignore it. "Only a night, like I said. She's off in the morning." Jane's face must have shown something because Diane continued, "You don't have to stay over if you don't want, we could run you home. We'd really miss you, but you can come over later tomorrow. Maybe you're tired, God knows, I am." Jane backpedaled in a panic. Leave Sandrine to make love to Diane all night? God no. "Oh no Dee, I'd like to come, I was just checking." I'm going to keep an eye on both of you, she thought.
"Janie, I do believe you're jealous. I rather like it. It's very attractive when you're jealous."
Jane flushed. "Should I be jealous, Dee?"
"Oh god, Janie, please don't start. Of course not you fool." Diane found jealous, insecure Jane rather sexy.
"Sorry, Dee, I'm being childish. I'm really glad you're back." She squeezed Diane's hand.
"Coming girls?" Sandrine was smiling. Lots of white teeth.
They collected the car. "Diane darling, why don't you sit up front with me? Jane, you don't mind, do you? It's been ages since I've seen Diane." Sandrine had slipped off her heels to drive. She definitely had nice legs. Jane tried not to feel offended as Diane took the front seat. Diane turned her head and smiled a what can I do look. Jane smiled back but wanted to plunge a dagger deep into Sandrine's back. Jane tried to relax as they drove to Diane's house but, exactly as she expected, the two women up front chattered and laughed away. Was Sandrine being flirtatious? Jane couldn't say for certain, but it depended how susceptible Diane was. She felt Diane cultivated an air of being above all the ebb and flow and emotionalism of everyday life, but she also knew that she was way more passionate than she let on. Jane rolled the whole idea of mon amour in her mind as an antidote to her jealousy. That's the first time she's really ever told me she loved me, she thought. Diane laughed at something Sandrine said. Diane was not a great laugher, but she was laughing now. Oh god, Jane's mind whirled, I'm not all that good with competition, I'll fucking kill that dumb bimbo if she makes a move on Dee. She lay back and closed her eyes. Fuck them she thought, I've nothing to contribute. Did Sandrine know that she and Diane were together? If she did, she gave no sign of it. She must have heard Diane call her mon amour, surely? Sandrine was looking at her in the car's mirror, her light gray eyes checking her out. What was she looking at, Jane wondered. Perhaps she feels threatened by me, she thought. If so, good.
"So, you and Jane met at work I gather? Very sweet I must say. Diane is usually very picky with her companions. You must have passed the grade, somehow, but I'm not sure why from here."
"Sandy, you make it sound like it was a job interview, and that's a bit rude." Diane's voice indicated annoyance.
"Sorry, must be my Dutch blood, we tend to speak honestly. It can get us into trouble."
Jane prickled, "Well I'll be sure to remember that going forward. I'm not sure what you meant, but we..." she was going to say love each other, but couldn't do it, "...are very compatible. Fantastically compatible actually."
"Hmm, compatible." Clearly, she found compatible an interesting way to describe a relationship. "How romantic. Lovely for you both."
"Sandy, be nice." Diane gently slapped Sandrine on her thigh as if she was a naughty dog.
"Sorry Jane, just probing, you know. I don't mean anything by it. In case you care what I think, I think you're gorgeous." Maybe she's expecting a reciprocal compliment from me, thought Jane. Well, she's not getting one.
"Thank you, Sandrine, I guess, for that somewhat grudging compliment. Glad I pass muster."
"Well, it's not up to me it's Diane you have to impress..."
Diane's voice cut in sharply. Jane had never heard her snap back so forcefully. "Leave it Sandy. If you can't be nice, don't say anything."
Sandrine laughed, "Sorry darling, Jane is so cute I can't help but tease."
They all were silent for the next ten minutes. A weird, embarrassing, hurtful, silence. Jane seethed in the back. Diane didn't look round to give her moral support either. Jane just kept asking herself why Sandrine is such a cow.
What should have been a happy homecoming was now awkward. In the hall, where Diane had first started seriously seducing Jane in that dress of hers, Sandrine broke the silence.
"Look Diane and Jane, I want to apologize. I'm an asshole. Jane I am so sorry, I didn't mean to be offensive."
"Well, you were." Jane said.
Diane's green eyes fixed on Sandrine. "Sandy, I don't know why you said those things about Jane, but if you say anything that upsets her again, you gonna leave. OK?"
Sandrine smiled showing those even, capped teeth of hers. "Fine. You're right, so sorry. I'll slink off and have a shower, if I may, that way you won't have to see me. Diane darling, can you show me the way?"
Diane led her upstairs. Jane saw her vanish down the upstairs corridor. She shot up the wide staircase and peaked down the long corridor. She was relieved to see a light on a few doors down past Diane's room and she heard them talking. She was surprised at how pleased she was. She'd been fearing that somehow Sandrine would be usurping her place in Diane's bed. It did seem ridiculous, but why Diane was friends with this dreadful woman, this bitch, she couldn't understand unless there was something sexual.
Diane came downstairs and found Jane lying on the sectional, her long brown hair spread out, fan-like on the cushions. She squeezed beside her and ran her hands over Jane's thighs and her breasts, and then gave her a long kiss. Jane responded eagerly. "Janie, God you feel as good as ever. I've been looking forward to this ever since I went away." Her hands squeezed Jane's buttocks and then a skintight, legging-clad leg passed over her hip and Jane was on top of her, her hands squeezing Diane's big breasts under her long sleeved tee, kissing her on her face and neck, Jane's long, beautiful hair falling over her face. "Dee, Dee, babe, I want you." She lowered her voice, "I want your pussy." Diane's breathing raced as Jane's fingers kneaded her nipples, and then unzipping her fly, pulled off her jeans, Diane lifted and wriggled her legs to help. Jane pulled her panties to one side and then her tongue was inside Diane's slit, which was already wet with excitement. Her lips found Diane's clit, and she held the throbbing nub in between her teeth. Diane moaned, "Oh god, Janie, yes make me come!" Jane was only too happy to oblige. Diane's heart rate accelerated, and she arched her back, her magnificent breasts thrusting upwards, and her thighs tightening as Jane's tongue licked deep inside her, her wetness oozing over Jane's lips and mouth. Jane held back from using her teeth, working on the pussy with her tongue, until she could feel Diane was ready. Then she sucked Diane's long labia and took as much of the skin into her mouth as she could and finally letting them slip out of her mouth grazing the sensitive flesh against her teeth as it did so. Diane froze, her body tightened, her hands stopped caressing Jane's hair, and then she was climaxing, quivering, and trembling, her thighs contracting against Jane's face. Diane tried to be quiet, but the pleasure was too intense, and she let out a cry, a long gasp of utter delight as her orgasm gripped and held her until it was spent. Jane sat on the floor, her hands slowly caressing Diane's wet minge, bringing her down slowly from her peak. Diane thanked her and Jane smiled, "You're most welcome."
They rearranged themselves and Diane slipped her jeans back on. Jane adjusted her long hair until it fell tidily over her shoulders. They looked at each other, sharing the pleasure of their intimacy.
Diane broke the silence as Sandrine entered the room. "Hi Sandy, I thought you'd gone to bed."
"I had, but thought I'd say goodnight to you both after my shower."
Jane disliked her but had to admit she looked good in the thin bathrobe. A very shapely, full figure, with toned calves, her well-pedicured feet with their dark red nails, her slightly damp, blonde hair framing her elegant features. She found herself wishing she would take off the gown, just so she could see her naked. Looking at them both, Jane reckoned there must be something in the water that these two women were drinking that made them so damned hot in their early forties. Jane was self-aware enough to know that it was weird for her to be wanting to see someone she didn't like naked.
Diane was as cool as a cucumber. "Thanks, Sandy. What time do you want to get up in the morning?"
After answering that anytime before noon was good, she walked over to Jane and smiling said. "And good night to you too, Jane. I expect you'll have a great night if you get any sleep that is."
"I'm sure I've no idea what you mean, but thanks. I may not see you tomorrow, I may not be up in time." Jane disliked Sandrine's crude allusion to her and Diane having sex but decided not to press it. Suggesting she had no interest in seeing her leave made a point, nevertheless.
"Well, that would be a tragic shame. You really are a lovely thing." Jane smarted at the condescension, but Diane's look told Jane to leave it. Sandrine sloped out of the room, a cool, measured walk, the robe swinging around her bare legs.
Jane looked at Diane, desperation in her brown eyes. "Why is she like this? I don't know what I've done to her. Why does she hate me?"
Diane sympathized. "I'm so sorry, she was as nice as pie when we met up in Frankfurt, but she seems to have taken against you, I really don't know why. Everyone likes you, don't they?" It was true, most people did indeed like Jane. Diane continued, "Maybe she didn't like us making out just then?"
"Yeah, maybe she just doesn't like me with you, or maybe she hates dykes, but she should hate you too in that case? She did know about us before we met, right?" Jane was pacing up and down, mystified, and angry. "What does it mean? She's a psycho."
They sat down and Diane held Jane, who was clearly highly agitated. Diane was beginning to find Jane's jealousy trying, even though Sandrine clearly was trying to rile her. She had a guilty secret she wanted to tell Jane, and she doubted it would improve Jane's mood, but she felt she had to tell her in case Sandrine did so first.
"Come on Janie, she'll be gone tomorrow." Diane filled in how they knew each other. Erwin and Sandrine's husband worked together in Frankfurt, so Diane and she had often met socially, and they became friends. The friendship deepened later on when Erwin was away traveling and Sandrine, who did not work, was on her own. Sandrine was considered very beautiful and 15 years ago, she started to play the field when Max, her husband, was away. Jane nodded, Sandrine was still beautiful. She would pick up a young man who would be with her for a short period of time, then she would move on to another. Diane always tried to get her to slow down and tried to get her to be more careful. She and Erwin really liked Max and, for good or ill, tried to protect him from finding out about Sandrine's many indiscretions.
Diane stopped and she held Jane's hand and then said. "One day, I guess it was about 10 years ago or so, she made a pass at me. I was having lunch with her in a rather fancy restaurant, and she suddenly asked if I ever felt lonely. I said yes, sometimes, don't we all, or something like that. Well clearly, she took this as some kind of consent. She started to touch me up under the table, you know running her hands under my skirt, on my thigh, you know."
Jane had to smile, despite the bad news. So it was true, sex was at the bottom of all this, she fucking knew it. Her sex-addicted mind though also thought that this was almost too lovely to imagine. "Dee, you'll turn me on. Sounds delicious and a bit more than a pass. I don't really blame her." She remembered how much she had wanted to put her hands under Diane's skirt the first time she visited her in her office at work. Those stockinged legs with those heels. She remembered Natasha who did the same to her at the company dinner a bit over a year ago. Fuck yes. "Go on."
"Well, I don't quite know why, but she got me, you know, overheated and bothered."
A sexy woman groping you, and you don't know why you're getting overheated? Jane imagined it was her doing it to Diane instead of Sandrine, oh god if only. "Well, I suppose, in your defense, Sandrine must have been really hot back then and you were missing Erwin. Go on." Jane was quite excited now. She wondered whether Diane was just teasing her with a fake sex story.
"I told her to stop, but she kept at it. She got to my underwear, and reached my..."
"Pussy? Oh Dee, don't tell me she..."
"Yes, and she worked on me some more, I began to sweat, and I started to wet myself down there. I just couldn't stop her working me up to...you know. My back was to the rest of the tables, so no one could see up my skirt, or see her doing it to me. I tried to stop her, but I really couldn't make a scene and she was very persistent."
"Oh god Dee, don't tell me: you came, didn't you? Oh, wow that's pretty radical." Jane loved to think of beautiful, younger Diane trying in vain to hold back her orgasm. Jane had had to do the same thing when Natasha had brought her over the edge at that company dinner.
"Yeah, I was really embarrassed, I just got up and walked out, not paying or anything. Left her with the bill. No tip either. It was so unexpected. Back then, I was in my early thirties, well you can imagine."
"Yeah, but I like the thought of you coming like that. I bet she wanted you again. Was that your first time with a woman?" The thought of those two getting it on really excited Jane. They must have been quite a stunning pair back then. Fuck, they're quite a pair now.
"Calm down, I'm trying to remember. No, I had a lesbian experience when I was a teenager, I think I told you about that, but yes as an adult it was my first." Jane kissed her as if to encourage her to say more. "Basically, neither of us ever mentioned it again, it was a bit weird. I didn't as I had Erwin, and I was certainly not wanting to jeopardize all I had for another session with Sandy, who, let's face it, is deeply unreliable."
"And a cow," added Jane.
"I certainly was not looking for lesbian sex back then either. Sandy is definitely not like you Jane: I wanted you the first time I saw you." Diane thought it was probably a really good thing she had not met Jane when Erwin was living.
"Ahh, that's really nice Dee, thanks. You're older and wiser now, I mean, now you like women. OK, so blondie's nice to look at, but a bitch. Go on."
"A year or so later, Max and she got divorced. He was devastated, he found her in bed with some guy. Then she hung around trying to collect her life together without Max. We used to see her at social events, sometimes on her own, sometimes with a new man, but nothing seemed to last."
"Ever with a woman?"
"Not that I remember, but maybe once or twice. The odd thing is I wouldn't really have made the connection with her and women because Erwin and I just thought she was a man eater, you know. After all we all just have girlfriends, not everything is sexual is it, Jane?" She smiled and looked meaningfully at Jane. Diane did think that Jane always had sex on the brain, and it was, indeed, usually true.
"Dee, of course not. Still, if someone had masturbated me like that, I wouldn't so easily put it to one side and forget it." She wished she could forget her liaison with Christine, despite her massive climax, but she retrospectively treasured her under the table experience with Natasha.
Diane continued, "I certainly never told Erwin about what happened that time with me. I wasn't traumatized by it or anything, I think at the time I just thought she was experimenting, or something. Anyway, when we moved over here, we lost touch with her, until I saw her at the airport today."
"Sounds like she had a crush on you Dee. Fuck, I should know: look at Irma and me, maybe it's a similar deal? My guess is she still has her girl crush on you 10 years later and can't stand that stupid me has her talons into you and not her. Perhaps she just thought you and I were just friends, and not..."
"Lovers?" Diane smiled. "Yes, perhaps. So, she dislikes you because you're with me? Seems incredible, but possible. The thing is the restaurant incident was such a long time ago, and not really important."
"Not to you, but perhaps it was to her." Jane then put her face up against Diane's and whispered seductively, "you are very, very sexy Diane. I bet she still thinks so." Jane's hand pressed lightly on Diane's groin. "You know I do, don't you?"
"Ok, ok, yes I know. Let's go to bed. Thanks for the analysis session. Sometimes I think you are way more experienced sexually than me."
"No way, Dee, you're a goddess."
The light was still on in Sandrine's room when Jane came out of the shower. Jane wanted to go in and talk some sense into her, or give her a piece of her mind, but decided it would do no good. Today did not go how I expected it to go, she thought. Her mind toyed with Diane's story, enjoying it in her mind's eye. Sandrine still has the hots for Dee, I bet that's it. She thought of Christine's little speech about her teenage crush on her, and how it all came out when she visited her. Perhaps it was the same for Sandrine. Still, why be such a bitch about it? I would have understood. Diane was asleep beside her. She so wanted her, but she left her alone.
The next morning Diane woke Jane and said she was going for a run, did she want to come? "What about her majesty?" Jane asked. Diane smiled, "Leave her be, I'm not worried." They ran the same route that she and Leslie had done two weeks earlier. They passed the Spencer's house, Diane slowed down and waved, but Jane accelerated past it. She had no desire to enter into any kind of conversation with them. She was lying on the manicured lawn when Diane flopped down beside her.
"You missed Leslie, she was doing some gardening." Jane asked what she said and was relieved that she must have said nothing bad about her.
"Did she mention me?" Jane had to know. "Not really, she asked if you were here this weekend and I said yes. It was a little odd really, I thought she might seem more interested, having shared her number with you, and you being her new best friend and all."
"Seems she got over that, apparently." Jane was dying to tell her everything, but of course she couldn't.
Diane laughed. "Bad luck babe, I guess your charms aren't as enticing as you hoped, well at least I know she won't be stealing you from me."
"Dee, she's got Frank, you fool."
"Not sure he keeps her satisfied. You know she's dying to be pregnant. Perhaps there's no lead in his pencil?" She paused, "You know she did ask me one thing, apart from asking about Caro. She asked if I had a good lawyer." Jane stood up, her stomach in knots. Surely that bitch is not going to sue me or something, she thought.
"I'm going in, you coming? You'd better see to our very own diva inside." Better to cut off this conversation, she thought.
"Ok, Janie, whatever. After what you said, I'm a little worried she'll try and jump me. She's a real mystery." Jane muttered that Sandrine was no mystery, she just wants to eat your pussy. Diane jabbed Jane's side jokingly in response.
"Well, I bet she does. Do you want me to come with you when you wake her, you know, so we can fight her off together?" Diane laughed and said she could manage Sandrine. Jane thought how much she would like to see them struggling, two hot milfs going at it. Oh god, why am I such a weird perv?
They showered together as was their habit nowadays. It was a beautiful, warm day and to welcome Diane, and also to rub it into Sandrine, she dressed sexy. Cropped T-shirt and some denim cut off shorts with no underwear, then her white, heeled, cork sandals. She decided on no bra either, to give both the girls a thrill. She knew Diane would love it, but she also wanted to show Sandrine that there was no hope for her with Diane. Jane knew she was irresistible to all but the most jaded observer. Diane looked stunning too, she wanted to look good for Jane. She was wearing a brown print, mini sundress with pleated sleeves and gold, ankle wrap, high heeled sandals. It showed off her figure to perfection. Jane, who was always ready to compliment her, exhaled in pleasure when she saw her as she came out of her large dressing room. "Oh my god, Dee, fuck, you are totally..." Diane twirled and knowing what Jane was going to say, jokingly said, "Keep it clean, Janie." Jane lifted her skirt to see her panties. "Why? It's too late to start. You are totally..." she drew the word out as they embraced, her mouth whispering in her ear, "fuckable." When Jane talked dirty to her, Diane's body just instinctively responded. Uncontrollable like, Pavlov's dog.
Jane took her ear into her mouth and murmured, "I want those legs around me. I want to do what Sandrine was doing to you in that restaurant. Make you wet, then make you spray all over this sexy little dress."
"Oh god, Janie, you'll make it happen just talking to me like that." Jane's hand was under Diane's panties and her forefinger was running along her now moistening slit. "Do you like this, Dee? Or do you prefer this?" Her finger pushed the clitoris and Diane moaned in pleasure. "Ohh, I think you liked that, how quickly can I make you come do you think?" Diane's body was like a warm bath smelling of soap, and Jane wanted it to surround her and envelope her until she drowned in it. "Janie, oh god, it'll be soon." Jane's finger pushed into the wet pussy, and she was about to go down on her knees to lick her when Diane came. Jane held her and whispered, "That was quick, you sexy thing you." Diane fixed her mouth to Jane's and pushed her towards the bed.
Sandrine coughed and clapped her hands. "Well, that was quite something. It's made my day I can tell you."
Diane and Jane turned to see her standing in the door frame. Jane flicked Diane's short dress so that it covered her pussy and Diane rearranged her panties somewhat awkwardly. Sandrine was looking at both the women's bare legs, her gray eyes and face did not reveal what she was thinking. But both Jane and Diane could guess. For Diane, Jane, thrilling in her cutoffs and with those legs and her excited, erect nipples would be a sight enough without the view of her sucking her snatch. Jane wondered what she would have done coming across Diane and seeing her shapely thighs open to receive Jane's tongue, one arm around Diane's leg, the other hand holding Diane's pussy lips apart, and then watching and hearing her come. Something probably never forgotten.
"You could have knocked you know, how much did you see?" Jane wondered how long she had been standing, watching.
"A nice long time. You two should make a movie. I'd buy it." Sandrine was also in a summer dress, hers was long with a deep slit from which a shapely leg extended, complete with a black gladiator heeled sandal. Jane had to admit she looked very good.
Jane thought this might be the ultimate shock for Sandrine. Her fantasy girl in flagrante with the upstart.
"Sandy, we'll be down in a minute, why don't you go down and we'll get some breakfast going? Ok, so you saw Jane and me. I'm not embarrassed. You're a big girl, you can take it I hope."
"I'm not embarrassed either. It's polite to respect your host's privacy, I would have thought." Jane was not going to be as emollient as Diane. She was about to say Sandrine had seen Diane's sex before anyway, but thought better of it, and then realized she may not have seen it, just felt it wet and weeping as it surely was, as she was scrabbling under the tablecloth and Diane's skirt all those years before.
Sandrine gave her a look. "You leave the door open, and I could hear every word, so you should keep the door closed in future is my humble suggestion. It's not every day I see something as interesting. Diane perhaps you can give me some tips on how to attract my own Jane, I'd like someone who likes to fuck like a rabbit."
Jane saw red, "Who the fuck do you think you are?" She grabbed Sandrine's arm and twisted it. In a second, she was on the floor, with Jane on top of her, Jane's knee on the small of her back. Diane rushed over. "Girls, please, come on." She put her hand on Jane's shoulder. "Come on. Please get off her." Jane let go and stood up. Sandrine took Diane's hand and got to her feet with difficulty, the long dress tangled around her legs and heels.
"Diane, you've got a good two-in-one here, a girlfriend and a fucking bodyguard. That hurt, Jane."
"It was meant to."
"You can give it out, but can you take it, I wonder?"
"Just fucking try me." Jane looked ready for more. Sandrine reckoned one of the nicer things in life would be to tussle with that body.
Diane shrugged, her green eyes showed exasperation. "I'm going downstairs, and I want you to come down. I feel like I'm piggy in the middle here with you two. Stop being childish." Jane and Sandrine didn't move. Diane's shoes clicked on the staircase as she left them to it. She really did not know why or how to solve this. Sandrine had better leave or she and Jane will be fighting for real. She felt somehow that it was all her fault.
Sandrine pushed Jane up against the wall and put her arms on either side of her head. They were the same height. Jane thought that this was going to be it. A cat fight. She felt a sexual thrill. She'd rather enjoy it. She could rip off Sandrine's dress, see that body. Maybe Sandrine would hurt Jane and punish her. Smack her bare ass. This was going to be exciting. She was ready. She felt her naked pussy tingle as it rubbed against the ridges of her tight denim cutoffs. The look on Sandrine's face was hard to read but she thought she could read a hint of desire mixed in with the jealousy. She was about to push her away, when Sandrine said quietly, their faces almost touching. "I hope you know how lucky you are to get Diane. I've loved her for years. Seeing you and she together breaks my heart. I think you should know."
Jane suddenly felt the dynamic between them had changed. Sandrine's eyes and face seemed to display resignation now. A knowledge that she was beaten. Jane broke out of the enclosing arms and roughly twisted Sandrine so that now it was Sandrine who was leaning against the wall. Jane was pushing against her, their bodies pressed together. Jane's hazel eyes were showing something different to the anger. "Why the fuck didn't you explain that nicely to both of us? I'm not a monster. I love Dee. I seriously don't think you've a chance with her, she had no idea you felt that way. Do you think I don't get it? If only you had said." Jane had experienced similar emotions to Sandrine's, she had felt anger and the devastating rejection when Nicky had dumped her.
"I showed her once."
"Christ, how should she know from that? Groping her once in a restaurant doesn't really count, does it?"
"You know about that? I thought she'd forgotten. I told her, not in so many words, but I thought she knew."
"Yeah, she told me about when you finger fucked her in the restaurant. Isn't that sexual assault?
"Jane, fuck, it wasn't like that, I just..."
"Shush, I'm sick of hearing you whine. She had no idea about your feelings. Trying to sexually assault her in a public place, and then never say anything else. How ever was she to know? Now it's way too late. She and I..."
"I know, you love each other."
"Yes." Jane pushed herself harder against Sandrine, their mouths almost touching. It seemed strange that it was Jane who was explaining that Sandrine's love was going to be unrequited. She was a decade younger than her. Her breasts were pressed against Sandrine's chest. Jane's bare leg was brushing Sandrine's calf, and she felt Sandrine's shoe buckle and heel move around the back of her ankle and up her leg. Sandrine was pulling Jane even closer. Then Sandrine's hand was on her bare thigh.
"Sandrine?" Jane whispered as she felt Sandrine's hand gently feeling her hard flesh. Her fingers were under the denim. She would find out there were no panties soon. "Jane?" Jane felt herself being drawn towards Sandrine's lips, so red. Jane put her arm around her and ran her fingers through her blonde hair. Her nipples seemed to be on fire, and they were very stiff. "Jane, you have no bra." Sandrine's fingers tweaked a nipple. Jane suddenly fixed her mouth to Sandrine's and then the two were kissing, their hands all over each other. The kiss was long and passionate. Sandrine pushed her hips forwards and pulled Jane's tight denim-covered ass onto her thrusting groin. Jane let out a moan. Somewhere in the back of Jane's mind it occurred to her that this might be all part of Sandrine's plan to seduce her and thereby cause Diane to finish with her, but it was so spontaneous and pleasurable it didn't seem to matter. "Jane, you are very gorgeous, let's do it on the bed." Sandrine's voice was pleading. Her hand was under her shorts and would touch her sex in a second. For Jane it was now, or she would be lost. She pulled away, "No, I can't, I really shouldn't, no." Sandrine's fingers were still hooked into her denim waistband.
"Please Jane, come on I know you need it."
Jane gently removed Sandrine's hand and kissed it. "I can't do it to Dee, I just can't."
"Can't or won't? You are a fucking tease."
"Sorry, sorry Sandrine, you're really lovely, but I love Dee, I don't want to destroy what we have."
"Even if I beg? Diane won't mind." Jane thought that very unlikely.
"Don't do that. I'm not worth begging for. If we had met 6 months ago, then you and I, perhaps yes. But I was unattached then; now I'm not."
"You've got Diane."
"Yes." Jane felt some guilt at her hypocrisy. She fucked Csilla because Diane would likely never find out. Then there was Leslie, she couldn't even resist her. But now, she could fall back on her nonsensical, meaningless principles. She actually felt a little sorry for Sandrine. They sat next to each other on the bed. Jane gave her a cuddle. She wanted Sandrine but she just had to be strong.
"Ok, I guess you win. I won't say anything to Diane. I really envy you having her, but I'll try and control my jealousy."
Jane thought that there was also Diane's jealousy to contend with should Sandrine mention what had happened between them. She might well assume Sandrine had tried to seduce Jane. That would do Sandrine no favors. The thought cheered her.
"You were really horrible to me."
"Well yes, I was, I suppose, but you've no idea the shock it was to find out that Diane was interested in girls. If only I'd known earlier, and then to find out it was you. I may have been able to compete 10 years ago, but now. If I were Diane, I'd take you over me." Jane reckoned that was not necessarily true, after all they were similar ages, and she was very sexy, and they probably had more in common. She was certainly not going to disagree though.
"Sandrine don't run yourself down, you're fucking gorgeous. You'll find a hot chick or another man, I'm sure. I think Diane is interested in both sexes, a bit like you, don't you think? I mean both of you were married and Dee, well she had kids and loved her husband, didn't she? I often wonder how I fit into her life."
There was nothing else to say. The assumption that Diane would even have wanted a relationship with Sandrine if she were available was not brought up.
Sandrine got to her feet. "No need to pretend you're worried about you and her so as to let me down gently. You're in clover here babe, and you fucking know it. Yeah, she did make the distance with Erwin. I was amazed he died like that, such a shock."
"Erwin, what was he like?"
"Oh, he was great, my ex and he were great friends, I used to fantasize about seeing them do it."
What an odd reply, thought Jane. "Huh, Max and Erwin?"
"No dummy, Erwin and Diane, jeez, I'm not that weird."
She continued, "I've had all the men, that's what ruined my marriage and now you've ruined what might have been with Diane." She flicked the folds of her dress. "Fuck it, I'll be tripping over in this dress."
"You've got great legs, Sandrine."
"Doesn't do me much good here does it? It doesn't even get me to fuck Diane's hot girlfriend."
"Let's not go there, you know why." She was not going to repeat that if the time and the place were different then she might well have been available.
They walked in together to find Diane reading a magazine, her bare legs up on the sofa. Jane as usual felt a pulse of passion at the sight of her, with that stunning face, those breasts, hips, and legs. She had to assume Sandrine felt much the same. She felt sorry for her. How would she feel in her place? No wonder she hates me.
"I didn't hear you fighting, so I assume you've both calmed down?" Sandrine answered yes and apologized profusely to Diane. "I don't know what came over me." Jane bristled internally at being equated with Sandrine in this whole affair. She felt it wasn't fair, but she sucked it up and said, "Sandrine was just looking out for your interests, so she came down hard on me. I think that's it basically." Jane hoped that Sandrine would not explain any more. Their near sex experience would still have been awkward to explain right now. Diane looked at Sandrine as if to see if she agreed. Sandrine replied quietly, "Yeah that's about it."
They had some cereal and coffee for breakfast. It was filled with awkward silences, although Diane kept on trying. In due course Sandrine appeared with her case ready to leave. They both could tell she was really upset. She embraced Diane and kissed her many times. It was so obviously sexual, that Diane pulled away after a while.
"Diane, you know I...how fond I am of you. Don't forget me. I won't forget you. If you can, please keep in touch. I care about you." Diane, embarrassed, hustled her out the door and said how lovely it was to see her and yes, she'd keep in touch, have a great trip etc etc. Sandrine gave Jane a peck on the cheek and simply said "Goodbye, Jane. Hope to see you again sometime." Jane smiled, "Thanks, have a great trip." And then she was gone.
"Thank god, what a disaster." Diane shook her head. "What the hell was all that about? I thought I'd have to separate you two or one of you would end up dead.
"She's in love with you Dee, that's all there is to it." Jane thought about it and then decided to come clean, in her own way.
"Dee, don't bite my head off, but she came on to me too, after I talked her down." Diane seemed to think about it, crossed her arms, scratched an itch on her calf, flicked a patch of house debris from one of her heels and said, "Did she? I don't suppose you did anything to encourage her did you?" Diane knew Jane and the way people often responded to her. A few months of working in the same office made her fully aware of the way she was with people and the way they were with her. Roz, Phil and herself came to mind, and maybe others too. Then there was that strange afternoon with Irma, that never seemed quite right to her.
"Of course not. You know I think she's very attractive, but I wouldn't do that, I'm offended you think so." Diane looked astonishingly beautiful as her green eyes looked into Jane's.
"I don't think you did, I'm just asking whether you did." Diane's beauty didn't stop her being a good inquisitor.
"Dee, please, it's not fair, I wouldn't..."
"Did she do anything to you?" What the fuck do I say, thought Jane. Too much and she'll be jealous or worse, but it has to sound good. Here goes, she thought as she launched into her version.
"We struggled and she pinned me to the wall, and she said she loved you. I then said she should simply have told you, and me for that matter. I was pissed and said I'd never let you go and that I," she paused. So far so good, Diane had a slight smile on her lips. "I loved you."
"Hmm, ok, please continue."
"Then she kissed me...on the mouth. That's about it."
Diane extended one leg slowly, her gold heel pointing straight at Jane. Jane thought, she knows I like to see her do that. Those legs, fuck she's toying with me.
"You didn't kiss her back or anything?" She lowered one leg and then lifted the other, her fingers brushing the gold strap around her ankle, then running up her calf and then over her thigh.
"Dee, stop doing that, it's very distracting. No, I didn't do anything." She swiveled in her chair. She could see the black of her panties in between the crack of her thighs. She crossed her legs.
"Fuck, Dee, you're teasing me."
"You didn't keep kissing her? Did she touch any part of you?" She rested a slim ankle over her other knee, her fingers fiddling with the shoe's strap. Jane could see her panties clearly now as the minidress was very short.
"She touched my thigh, but that was it. Ok, she fondled it. But then I pulled away."
"Hmm I've always thought that your legs are your best part. Did you like what she did to you? Were you aroused?"
"Dee, please. No, of course, I wasn't, and for god's sake you know I like it when you do that." Diane pushed her chair, so it was just in front of Jane, then she lifted her foot and held it in front of Jane's face. Jane put her hand around the ankle. If there was one thing Jane liked, it was Diane's legs in heels, and Diane knew it.
"Dee, fuck, I'd never do anything with Sandrine, why would I when I have this." She took the heel into her mouth and licked it and her hands caressed Diane's ankle.
"Ah, that's very nice Jane. You may continue. Oh, and keep telling me what happened. I'm not sure I believe you."
"She tweaked my nipple." Jane got up and held Diane's extended leg, licking the rear of the shoe and then the back of her ankle.
Diane slid down in her chair. "Did she now, that's more like it, a bit of honesty. Did you feel her? Ohh Janie." Jane had Diane's extended leg over her shoulder and her hands were on her knee and her thigh.
"Get up Dee, if this is how it's going to be, let me do it properly."
"Improperly don't you mean?"
"Oh no, I mean correctly, you have to be prepared." Jane dropped Diane's leg so she could get up. Jane put her arms around her, her face brushing Diane's shoulder as she unbuttoned her dress. The dress fell to the floor. Jane was wet, she could feel it soaking into her denim shorts.
"Hmm. That's a very nice view," Jane said looking down over Diane's shoulder to her round ass and the lovely legs. Diane herself unclipped her bra. Her nipples were long and hard. "Dee, something seems to be happening to you, your nipples have become erect, now why would that be I wonder?"
"They seem to get harder the more they hear about what happened with you and Sandrine." Jane brushed each nipple with the palm of her hand, and she pulled Diane's panties down, guiding her ankles slowly to unhook them from her feet and heels. There were beads of wetness around Diane's shaved labia. Jane pushed her down onto the seat and resumed her position on her chair in front. She again lifted a foot and licked the heel.
"Well, Sandrine put her hand on my waistband and tried to touch my pussy."
"Did she? She was very bad indeed. And?" Jane's hands slid all the way down Diane's legs then she was on her knees in front of her, kissing her. Diane wanted Jane to fuck her or go down on her, but she didn't, she kept kissing her on the mouth and then alternating sucking her nipples. She could feel her sex throbbing, yearning for Jane to touch it, bring her to the highest plateau, turn her into a slave, she felt like it was a separate part of her, connected, but different, as if all her sexual energy was being sucked into it, ready to explode into the universe of pleasure. Jane could feel Diane's tension. Her magnificent hard body was responding to every tweak and touch. Her long, muscular legs kept wrapping around Jane, and then releasing her as she kept trying to get Jane to attend to her vagina. But still she held off. Diane by now couldn't care whether Jane had been fucked by Sandrine or not. Jane blew over Diane's now desperate pussy. The breeze caressing her slit just worsened her desperation. The tingling was unbearable. The universe and every event in recorded time seem to be wanting her to reach resolution. Diane had ripped open Jane's zipper, and her cutoffs were around her knees. Diane's fingers were pressing and probing Jane's minge. But why won't she do it to me, she kept thinking, her mouth filled with Jane's tongue and lips, her long, long hair all over her naked shoulders. Jane was wet under her fingers, but Diane felt her own pussy was like a volcano with a stream of lava pouring out, but ready, oh so ready for the eruption. Jane still didn't touch it.
"Janie, please, please," she begged. Her whole brain was filled with thoughts of orgasm, but without it happening. Suddenly Jane lifted Diane's long legs by the calves and said, "now baby, hold them up." Diane didn't seem to feel Jane's fingers enter her, or the tongue licking her labia, because before her brain seemed even to be conscious that she had done these things, she was coming. The universe went black and then white, the cataclysmic eruption exploded, and Diane screamed and moaned, her pussy pulsing and squirting on Jane's waiting mouth.
Jane stood up, holding Diane's legs under her arm, and pumped three fingers in and out of Diane's sex as Diane trembled as if in a fever, her toned body shiny with perspiration, her gold heels and her pedicured toenails describing a circular arc in front of Jane's vision as she writhed in her climax. As Diane slowly came down from the rest of the galaxy, her fingers found Jane's pussy, but Jane had already come. She had rubbed herself against the chair leg while she was producing the universe and the galaxy for Diane. It had been well worth foregoing a truly sublime orgasm for herself, to make sure her amour had the best one of her life.
They lay together in their post copulatory glow. Jane lay in between Diane's legs on the large sectional, her fingers gently caressing her thighs, her head resting against Diane's breasts.
"That's what happens when you torment me with these." Jane squeezed the strong thigh lying across her stomach. "I fucking love you in your heels, Dee."
"I must remember to wear them more frequently in that case. So, to sum up, did you betray me with Sandrine or not?" Diane asked as what had been Jane winding her up and had been reality were probably blurred. Although she wanted to know, Jane was such a fantastic lover, the answer seemed not to matter after all, Sandrine was gone. Jane's hand was tracing lines over Diane's hips and buttocks. Diane legs tightened, squeezing Jane, as if to prod her to answer. Jane stretched, her head lying on Diane's left breast. She could now feel Diane's wetness on her back. Diane was gently enjoying the feel of Jane's beautiful breasts, tight and firm under her touch.
"Dee, this is heaven. Me and you, like this." Jane felt wonderfully happy and fulfilled. "We kissed, she touched me up on the leg and boobs and wanted to get inside my shorts, but I told her no. I'd be lying to say I wasn't tempted. I could tell she really wanted me. Under the circumstances, I don't consider I betrayed you."
"No pussy rubbing, finger fucking, no coming?"
"Dee, please. No."
"Good. I'm sure she wanted you. Everyone does, it's a fundamental feature of Jane Carter. You can't get one without the other. Jane and desire, they just go together. You're a kind of sickness. The thing is I love being sick with you. I don't know how you do it, but you're like a," she paused trying to pick her words, "a whirlpool, just about manageable at a distance, but come too close and you are sucked in until you are on fire with lust and desire. Amazing." She kissed Jane's cheek.
"Also don't look like you and wear what you're wearing with those gold heels, or you won't last five minutes, because I'll be on you, like a fucking Cheetah." Jane suddenly thought of Leslie in her sexy dress. I wonder if Frank was inspired to fill her with babies when he saw her in it if he had by now.
The next morning Jane was sitting in the kitchen when Diane came in leading Frank, Leslie and two other girls.
"Look who rang the bell. I invited them in for coffee." Jane smiled at them all and Frank kissed her. He looked tanned and more handsome than she remembered. She adjusted downwards her estimation of his age. Leslie nodded and gave a little smile.
"This is Marie, my niece, and her friend Lauren." They were young women, just out of adolescence, if that. Marie caught Jane's eye immediately. Dark hair with peroxide streaks and strands of blue in her scruffy chaotic hair. A ring through her nostril. Black, goth-like garb, black T-shirt, very short black miniskirt, fishnet stockings, clunky combat boots. She gave Jane a natural, appealing smile. "I saw you run past yesterday, but you didn't stop." Jane smiled, "Yeah, I was concentrating on my time. Wish I had, stopped, that is. I'll stop next time." Lauren was small with a shaved head, but similar clothing to Marie except she wore black jeans. She said nothing.
Frank and Diane held court as coffee was served, Jane tried to lose herself in preparing and serving the coffee, like a good housewife she thought. Frank and Diane were naturals together as usual. Jane assumed Leslie would be her usual jealous self with Diane around, and a quick glance showed this to be true. None of them can satisfy Diane like I can, she thought, thinking of yesterday. It gave her the confidence to manage Frank's cleverness and slightly acerbic wit. As she fussed with the coffee things, she asked Leslie how she was.
"You look beautiful today, Les."
Leslie's gray blue eyes gave Jane a knowing stare. "Don't start all that again, Jane. I know you." Leslie looked particularly sexy today, and somehow Jane thought she knew it. "Did you dress like that for me, Les?" Her tight capris and heeled clogs did wonders for those legs of hers. Her conical breasts under her red Tee were perky.
"Of course not, what's wrong with you?"
"Nothing, I just thought you might have wanted me to finish what we started."
"Of course not. You're lucky I didn't press charges or something."
"And what would those charges be? Having to put up with you coming on to me, making you laugh, making you come like a siphon after you begged me to fuck you, looking after you after you had way too much to drink, forcing me to listen to your X-rated fantasies about me and my girlfriend? I could probably go on. Don't give me that shit Les."
"Jane, don't. The others might hear."
"I don't really care." Leslie's holier than thou attitude had annoyed her.
Jane went out to the recycling room and Leslie followed. "Jane, I'm sorry about our date. I think I was shocked at myself, I..." Fuck she's going to cry, thought Jane.
"Fucking come here, Les, Jesus." Jane embraced her and then they started kissing. Leslie could feel all her passion revive from that evening. She could feel Jane's hard body, touch her tight bum, her perfect breasts against hers. She thought she would faint.
"Ok, Les. We'd better not do anymore now. You have to work out who you are. I'm glad we made up though, you deserve to be happy. I often think about that evening. I wish it had worked out better."
"I know. I can't handle all this. You, Diane, Frank. I'm so fucking confused."
Jane squeezed her ass and whispered, "You're a very good-looking woman, Les. The possibilities for you are endless." Thinking about it, she wondered if the possibilities for herself were endless too. She knew she was good looking. She didn't really feel they were. Sometimes positive advice is such BS.
They rejoined the others. Leslie assumed a slightly happier air, but Jane could tell she was still upset. As they were heading for the door, Marie touched Jane on the shoulder. "May I have a word with you?"
Jane hung back while the others were on the doorstep. "Jane, I've been wondering, would you like to come out with us one day this week? We're going to a club. We, I'd, like you to come along if you like."
"Are you old enough to drink?"
"No but we've fake IDs" Jane thought for a moment. Why's she asking, I wonder.
"Is that supposed to make it Ok?"
"No, but it won't affect you. Come on, I bet you like to go dancing. You look like you do."
"I do?"
"Yeah, you've got the legs for it. That's a compliment by the way."
Frank shouted for her to come out. "Don't hold Jane up, we want to go."
"Why don't you ask your aunt? She's got the legs for it too."
"Yeah, I guess she does. The thing is she's my aunt. It would weird and you know, she's not cool. Lauren and I reckon you're way cooler than her. She's always miserable. My uncle Frank and her, well they don't get on very well."
Jane nodded. "Can I bring someone?"
"I guess so. Are they your age?"
"Maybe."
Marie continued and she touched Jane's bare shoulder as if to emphasize her point, "We just don't want this boyfriend or whoever to cramp your style. We'd like to see you, you know, let it all hang out."
Jane began to wonder what exactly she might be letting herself in for.
"You've got a lot of demands for a night out."
"Look, Jane, bring whoever, or whatever you like, we don't really care. We intend to have a good time and we thought you'd be up for it too. Don't bring Diane though."
"Why? She's got the legs."
"Yeah, for sure, but she's too old, don't you think? She'll be wanting to hear the Eagles or some yacht rock or something. Not our deal at all."
Jane laughed, "Ok, Marie, I'll think about it."
"Lean in, I want to tell you something. I don't want anyone to hear." Frank was coming back inside.
Marie put her arm around Jane and whispered in her ear. She was an inch or two shorter than Jane.
"Just so you know, me and my friend think you're hot." Jane was taken aback, but it was not an unpleasant thing to hear from a 19 year old.
"Really? Well thank you. Give me your number and I'll think about it."
They transferred numbers and Marie shouted "Coming!" Jane followed her out. Marie gave a thumbs up to Lauren, who smiled at her, and they both smiled at Jane. After Diane closed the door, Jane's mind was filled with how pretty Marie was. Life really was confusing, there are so many choices, so many possible roads.
"So, what did Marie want? You two looked like you were cooking up something." Diane seemed to tower over Jane. She was wearing leopard spotted booties with block heels, whereas Jane had on a pair of flats. Jane sometimes wished Diane were even taller than her lovely 5'11. It was one of her things, liking tall women. Diane reckoned it fetishistic. "She wanted me to go to a club with her and Lauren. Weird huh?"
"Not really, why not?"
"Well, I don't know them, and I'm ten years older."
"So what? Can I come too? It's been years since I went to a club. Which one?"
"I don't know, it's not fixed. Dee, I didn't think you'd be interested. You are a surprise."
"Why? Am I too old?" Looking at her and imagining her dancing, Jane knew she was definitely not too old. I'd dance with her if I saw her strutting her stuff, and I wouldn't be alone, she thought.
"No of course not, it's just...well Marie didn't want to ask you, and, um, she made a point of making sure I didn't ask you."
"That little bitch."
"Actually, she's about my height."
Diane made a face, "Thanks, Miss literal. Marie's really pretty don't you think? I bet all the boys like her. She's just the kind of girl they go gaga over at that age. The sexy goth."
"Is she? I hadn't really noticed." Jane lied, she most certainly had noticed. "Her mouth's too big." Jane mulled it over while Diane cleared away the coffee. She asked Diane if she knew anything more about Marie. She replied she used to see Marie every summer, she'd come and visit Frank and Leslie, but it was only after Erwin's death that she got to know Frank and Leslie, so that was when she first met Marie properly. "Her mother is Frank's sister. Frank tells me that Leslie is not good with Marie."
"She's not good with anyone." Jane spoke from experience.
Diane laughed, "Well I reckon, she's really likes you." Jane let out a snort. "I don't think so."
"Today she looked miserable with Frank, but after being with you she came out happy. Well, we are talking about happy on the Leslie meter, which..."
"Right. Which measures from the lowest score of pure misery to the highest score which is sullen gloominess."
Diane laughed and added it really was a shame she is a bit screwed up. "She's really beautiful. She looked amazing in those capris and don't tell me Jane that you didn't notice. I saw your tongue hanging out."
"Oh, fuck off Dee."
Jane was none the wiser about what to do if she received a text from Marie. Maybe she'll not have the nerve to text in the end. Still, it is always nice to be told you are hot. Jane was always happy to lap up compliments all day, even if she pretended not to care one way or the other.