Jane's Encounters: A day at the Spencer's

___________________________________ Jane's Encounters: Jane goes clubbing

by Christine Oram _______________________________________

It is best to read these stories in order as there is a continuous narrative, albeit a different episode each time. _______________________________________

The following Wednesday, Jane found out that the job she had interviewed for all that time ago was hers, if she wanted it. Jane had assumed she had no chance of getting it, as 3 months had passed with no news. So, it was quite a surprise. In the meantime, Diane had happened. She did not want to give that up. She thought about Sarah. Her assignation with her was one of the best nights of lesbian passion she had ever had. If she took the job, they could perhaps hook up again and, maybe, they could make a go of it. That dress, her pale perfection, those small boobs. She smiled at her memories. Whenever she thought of Sarah, she started to get wet. Sometimes she fantasized about Sarah and Diane and her in a steamy threesome. Just thinking about her made her lovemaking with Diane even more spicy. But Sarah was an escort, Jane knew she would be jealous all the time. Sarah always maintained she did not sleep with her clients, but she had slept with Jane for no charge. Jane knew that although she, herself, was probably not capable of being faithful, she couldn't bear the idea that her companion might be the same. Then, even more importantly, moving away from Diane, her house, her company, their amazing compatibility and, not least, the way Diane appreciated her body, and how she in turn lusted after Diane's prime, full-bodied curves and hard flesh, made an acceptance of the job an impossibility. No, I just couldn't leave her.

The phone on her desk rang. "You coming?" The voice sounded annoyed, "we've started already." Jane's dreaming was brutally ended, it was 11:05. She was meant to be in a sales review meeting, and she was 5 minutes late. She always organized the figures and presented the summary. "Oh god, sorry. I had a client on the phone, I'll be down in a second." Judy sighed and rang off. She always sounded a little annoyed even at the best of times. Jane sometimes wondered if Judy was jealous of her. Jane was young and beautiful, Judy, not so much.

Diane and she smiled at each other in the meeting. Diane had a shorter skirt on than usual. Jane had impure thoughts about what she'd like to do in between those lovely, black stockinged legs with those heeled pumps. Phil spent most of his time looking blankly into space, thinking about how it was that Jane never seemed to be attached to anyone, and yet was also always unavailable. It really was so unfair. Jane said her piece and handed out a few printouts. Her trim body in her thin cotton dress succeeded in tantalizing Diane, Roz, Phil, and anyone else with a heartbeat as she leant over the table to give out the reports, the cotton slipping upwards giving an enticing view of her thighs. Roz, since she knew for certain that Jane and Diane were together, wondered if she really would ever get another chance to orgasm with either one of them again, or, if only, both of them at once. She liked to have these thoughts; it made the boring meeting pass so much more enjoyably. The way things were at the moment, she thought, her chances with Diane were much better than with Jane. She wondered how she could make it happen without getting fired. Diane had cum very nicely when they had their unanticipated assignation. I will keep my brain open and if the moment arises I'll get that woman spraying. Roz smiled to herself, she liked the thought of Diane spraying. I wonder if she does squirt, she thought.

After the meeting Jane hung back and asked Diane if she was ready for lunch. Afterwards they went back to Diane's office. Jane decided to tell her about the job offer. "I got that job. You know, the one I interviewed for a few months ago. I don't want it, of course."

Diane's green eyes fixed hers. She had a startling ability to hold someone in an intense gaze. "Why `of course'? You might want it. You can't want to stay here, in this company, for ever."

Jane felt the world turn cold and harsh. "Dee, I don't want it because then I can't be with you."

"Janie that's very sweet, but I'm not important. We could still be together if you have a new job. It's not like the end of the world."

Jane felt sick. "I didn't realize it was so unimportant to you. You and me...I thought we...my god." She suddenly wanted to be anywhere else but there, sitting opposite this beautiful woman, whose legs she had been fantasizing about only half an hour earlier.

"Janie, Janie, no you don't understand, I'm only thinking of you." Diane realized her mistake. Jane was so emotional. Appallingly beautiful, but a morass of emotion. "I don't want you to take it, fuck no, never. All I was trying to do was to put myself into your shoes. I was thinking of your career."

"Fuck my career. I want to be with you. Can't you tell? I don't want to move away...away from you." The abyss of rejection had opened for her. Diane persevered, she had to. Jane was about to either burst into tears or storm out. "Oh god, just listen. I want you just as much as when I first saw you at the bar. Because of this, because I love you, I want the best for you. I'm a decade older than you, you may tire of me, when I'm no longer," she paused, her hands showed she was talking about her body, "like I am now. Fuck Janie, I'll be old, and you'll still be turning heads like you always do. That's all I mean."

"I don't care, you don't know what I feel. You'll always be beautiful to me. When you talk like this, it sounds to me you want me to take the job and finish with me." Jane realized that Diane was considering her life from a dispassionate, logical viewpoint. It irritated and upset her that she could even consider that she would want to leave her and go to a different city.

Diane could see the faint outline of Jane's nipples through the thin material of her light cotton dress. Diane knew that she would probably never find another lover like her, particularly as she got older. Diane still had a very desirable body, but when would it stop being so? The idea that she might be shackling her beautiful lover to her for the future seemed to be unfair to Jane. "Janie, come on babe, I was thinking of you. I am really happy you want to stay here, you are the best lover I've ever had, and the sexiest. You know that. I just didn't want you to turn down a great opportunity just because of me. I want you to remain free." She stood up and kissed Jane on her hair.

Jane leant her face against Diane's stomach. "Dee don't push me away, there's no need. I'm a grownup. I know what I want." She felt a tremendous sense of relief. She ran her hands under Diane's short skirt, up her thighs, and felt the top of her stay-ups. "Who else is going to do this to you?"

Diane sighed, "Oh Janie, oh god you'll..." Jane's fingers were caressing her minge through her panties. Jane's head pushed under the short skirt.

"Janie, please, what if someone comes in? Seriously, if we're found out, both of us will be looking for a new job. Please?"

Jane's head reappeared. "I guess you do have a point. We can resume all this later. Just don't ever ask me to stop being with you, or I'll die of despair." Jane's hands slid reluctantly down Diane's toned, stockinged thighs and then smoothed the skirt. Diane stepped away, smiling. "I really didn't want Judy to come in and find us like that." Jane smiled back and quickly kissed her gently on the lips. Diane, for the millionth time, looked at Jane's athletic body in her simple, short, dress, and summery, beige, heeled sandals and wondered why this amazing-looking woman had settled on her, when she could have had Roz, or a thousand other hot women. She knew what having Roz was like too. Diane continued, "Of course I won't break up with you. I'm really glad you won't take the job." At that they parted, Diane was surprised at how close they had come to really falling out, which was a refreshingly rare occurrence with Jane. Clearly there was little point trying to be objective, or suggesting hypothetical situations for consideration with Jane, her heart is always so close to the surface. Jane clearly had a surfeit of powerful emotions. It was one of the things Diane liked about her, and in this, Jane was so different from herself. But she realized that she had to be really careful with her. She was way more fragile than she thought.

Jane sat back at her desk, and extended her bare legs, hooking her heels over the bar at the bottom. Her heart was still beating hard. She had not fully recovered from the shock at Diane's reaction. She continued to wonder whether it had been an attempt to finish with her. She had accepted Diane's explanation, but the very fact she had started to present an argument for taking the job as if it were some kind of objective problem did not make it feel better. Just as she had hoped Diane would say that she was a better lover than Erwin, she had wanted Diane to be intensely dismayed and upset when she had told her about the job and visibly relieved that she had decided not to take it. None of those things had happened. Diane was always so cool and collected. She came away, if anything, more insecure about her life than before. The only plus had been her time under Diane's skirt, feeling those lovely thighs and the ridges of her pussy under her panties, and it was not as though it was the first time for that. Jane had not forgotten her first thoughts on the job, that she could possibly hook up with Sarah again. She had no problem analyzing the pros and cons herself, but the thought that Diane had too, upset her. Sometimes Jane seemed to think the whole world should revolve around her.

The phone rang and Diane gave her some more bad news. She apologized for her reaction to the job again, and then told her, somewhat sheepishly, that she had been assigned to go to Paris to fix some issues that had arisen with their French importer, so she would not be there at the weekend and probably most of next week. Jane was silent. "Why didn't you tell me earlier?"

"Janie don't blame me. I only just heard. Judy gave me the news just now." Diane heard only the faintest sign of Jane breathing. She knew Jane had taken it badly. "It's really not my fault. I'll make it up to you when I get back. Promise. You can stay in the house if you like."

"Is anyone going with you?"

"Jody's coming."

Jane sighed, Jody was young and attractive. Fuck it.

"She's hot, Dee..."

"And married. You know that. Come on Jane, grow up. These things happen. It's not under my control. You know I've no interest in Jody, and for sure she's not interested in me." Diane was whispering down the phone.

"Yes, I know. Sorry Dee, but I'm feeling a bit stressed now. I love you, you know that?"

"Of course I do, and you're the only girl for me. Come on, we're not kids, I don't need this kind of scene. I had to tell you I'm going. Now I've got to pack to make my flight for this evening. Wish me luck." Diane was whispering. She doesn't want anyone to hear, thought Jane, I bet her door is open.

"Okay Dee, text me. Don't fucking touch you-know-who because I'll hear about it." Jane and Jody were friendly, but she doubted that she would ever confide in her.

"Jane! Give me a break. Love you."

"Love you back." Diane put the phone down. Jane was in reality fairly sure that Jody was not interested in same-sex liaisons. She had shown zero interest in Jane's sex life, and she had barely mentioned Diane in their conversations. She was way too wrapped up in being a newly wed. Even so, the whole Paris thing added to Jane's feelings of depression. Paris! She so wanted to be Jody right now. Lucky girl.

"And who exactly do you love back?" Phil was standing at the door to her office. "Inquiring minds want to know." He was smiling. Jane swiveled in her chair. Phil tried not to stare at her legs or her boobs. He thought he could see a hint of nipple. Oh god, he thought, why does she torment me so?

"Yeah, well inquiring minds can butt out. How long have you been eavesdropping?" Jane sounded annoyed. Phil realized that, once again, he had picked the wrong moment. He would really like to know who the lucky guy was that she loved.

"Oh, not long. I couldn't help it, I came to give you this. You said you wanted to read it." He placed a paperback on her desk and retreated back to the doorway. It was a novel Jane and he had talked about. He was being nice to her. Her mood lifted slightly. At least someone likes me, she thought.

"Oh sorry, Phil, it's been a bad day so far. Thanks so much for the book. It's very nice of you." Phil advanced a step cautiously. "You really don't have to stand so far away you know. I'm told I don't bite."

He stood in front of her. He felt awkward. He liked her so much, it seemed to make him behave stupidly.

"Phil, do you think I should cut my hair? I'm getting really sick of how long it is. It takes so much time to make it right in the morning, brushing and so on, you know."

"Come on Jane, what would I know about looking after your hair? I really wish I did, but I can't help you there." Phil had dreamt of waking up with her beside him and watching her brush her wavy brunette tresses. In his dreams she always did this naked.

"Right, I suppose you wouldn't, sorry."

"But I like it, your hair that is, very much." Phil restrained himself from saying what he thought. Your hair is only one of the truly wonderful things about you. There are so many things that are great about you. I could make a long list.

Jane made a face. "Oh well, never mind. Would you be devastated if I cut it short? C'mon, be honest."

All he wanted to do was to kiss her and hold that body. He managed to appear cool, as if he gave advice on female hair every day. "No, I think if you had a page boy cut, a shag, or a bob, or something like that you'd look just lovely, not that you aren't already, of course. Hey, you could get bangs." Jane smiled at him. He found it very disconcerting. I'm so in love with her he kept thinking, I'm so stupid.

"I asked the right man. Who knew you were such an expert? Not sure about me with bangs though."

"Yeah, well, whatever. I look forward to seeing you afterwards. I guess you know I'll like whatever you choose, don't you?" Phil wouldn't have cared if she shaved her head.

Jane nodded and said quietly, "Yes, I know. Oh, and please don't ask me out again, if you were about to." Jane had preempted another request for a date. It was as clear as day. She liked Phil quite a lot and hated having to always turn him down. "I don't like telling you no."

"You did say to try you another time. That's what you said." Phil could remember her precise words and also when exactly she had said them.

"Did I? Oh well sorry." Her eyes were a beautiful pale brown in the light from the window. "Phil, dear. I'm not very comfortable with you always asking."

Phil cut her off, "I've only asked you two or three times, that's not always."

"Really? It seems like you're always asking. The thing is, I know you want me to go out with you," she hoped he was not going to say he was in love with her. Luckily, he let her continue, "but I'm just not available. I've got someone, and I'm not interested in you." Phil hated what she was saying. Her mouth as she spoke the words looked so desirable, but what she said was killing him inside. Jane wondered if she should kiss him as a consolation prize but decided that would be a bad idea. She so wanted to tell him about Diane, but they had sworn each other to secrecy. "Even if I did want to go out with you. Office relationships are not good, and, as you know, not allowed here."

Poor Phil latched on to the forbidden nature of an intra-office romance and felt better. "That's such BS, it's how most people meet their significant others. It's a dumb rule."

Jane could have said something else to stop his futile hopes, sexual harassment, or something, but she liked him too much. Hopefully, what she had said would be enough. He muttered a goodbye and shut her office door on the way out. After a minute she opened the door. Closed doors were generally not encouraged at work. The book he gave her lay on her desk. She wondered if she read it, he would somehow take that as approval for him to continue his admiration of her. Life really is way too difficult, she thought.

Phil kept his thoughts to himself, but he mentioned to Pete that Jane had "someone who loves her." Pete gave a small laugh, "Presumably she was not talking about her parents?" When Phil said nothing, he commiserated, but commented that they had all guessed that already. Being single was something that someone like Jane would have to fight to obtain. "You didn't ask her out again, did you?" Phil nodded. "You poor fool. You are a sucker for punishment." Phil shrugged and said, "Why do people think I keep asking her? It's only the third time. Anyway, she doesn't want me, and some lucky idiot gets her instead." Pete decided not to mention that whoever she was with was certainly not an idiot to have picked such a gorgeous creature.

The result was that in a few days the whole office knew, and with the typical exaggeration that comes with confidences much repeated, that Jane had a boyfriend who was, apparently, `mad' about her. Judy commented when John mentioned it, "well, now all you young men can stop falling over yourselves to impress her. Perhaps we'll get some work done at last." John looked at Pete and they both smiled. Jealousy's never a pleasant emotion to see in anyone.

Two days later, Jane was walking past Roz's office and she saw the guys were there with her, looking at her phone. John called, "Jane, come and see. Jody's sent some pics from Paris." Jane squeezed in between John and Pete. Roz narrated the shots as she flicked through them. The Eiffel Tower, Diane by the Pont Alexandre III, Jody by the Louvre pyramid, Diane in an evening dress looking glamorous in heels and a fancy necklace with the two men who ran the French office. There was a shot of Diane and Jody in the office, taken, they assumed, by Francois, the French CEO. Pete commented that he would find it hard to concentrate on work with those two sitting opposite him. "I mean, look at them. The man's French too, he probably thinks he's won the lottery."

"Yeah, they do look good, don't they? Bet you wish you'd gone too Jane?" Roz's question was intentionally annoying. The others murmured agreement. John chipped in, "That would have been a real triple threat!" Jane laughed but didn't enjoy the joke. "I wasn't asked, it's not really my thing. Diane and Jody, they deal with the French all the time. I've never met them." The others knew this well enough. "We're just joking, Jane." Phil said quietly, still smarting from her rejection. A few more shots followed. One was taken in the lobby of their hotel. Jody in a very chic miniskirt and Diane in a stylish pantsuit. Roz commented again, to Jane's further irritation. "Fuck, they both scrub up very nicely. Muy hermosa."

The photos did not help her jealousy. She thought it unlikely that Diane would try it on with Jody, but Jane did tend to assume everyone was like her when it came to sex and seduction. She had always thought Jody was pretty, and those photos of her, seemingly in her element, made her wonder if she could seduce her in that situation. Jane fancied her chances of success. As she had thought of doing it, she automatically thought that Diane would have had the same idea and might try it. The reader will realize that Diane, with over ten years more of life experience than Jane, would never even have half-seriously considered attempting such a plan.

Diane texted her daily but sent no photos. Jane said she had seen Jody's and complimented them on how good they both looked. She made a long face, took a selfie of herself, and sent it on to Diane to show how she was missing her. The time difference meant there would be no reply for many hours.

That evening she finally had her hair cut. The hairdresser viewed her as a challenge. She lamented the cutting away of her "beautiful mahogany-colored hair," but enjoyed giving Jane a layered bob that just covered her ears. She applied some light brown highlights which emphasized the layers. Jane left feeling a new woman, more free, lighter, more athletic. After the cut, on her way home, she went for a workout at her gym and enjoyed not having to tie up her hair, and then experienced how easy and largely unnecessary it was to blow it dry after showering.

She went to Diane's house after work on Thursday and took a vacation day on Friday. As before, when Diane was away, she felt lonely when she got there, so she called her friend Jenny on Friday morning. Since she had not told Jenny what had happened since Roz and she had broken up, the call lacked any therapeutic value for her, because she knew that Jenny would take the news that she was in yet another relationship, this time with a rich, older woman, as yet another example of Jane's inability to maintain any relationship, so she told her nothing about it. She knew that Jenny would view it as yet another example of Jane being her own worst enemy. She imagined Jenny would think that Diane was a wizened old crone, who fancied some young flesh, and that Jane was simply after her money. As a result, all they did was to exchange platitudes for half an hour. At the end of the call, she didn't feel much better, and Jenny wondered why she had called her at all.

She worked out in Diane's gym, and then sunbathed, naked, outside for an hour on one of the recliners, turning her body to get an even tan. Diane disapproved of sunbathing, but Diane was naturally tanned. "I'd hate to see your skin deteriorate, Jane," she always said, like a schoolteacher, but she had to admit she could barely restrain herself when she saw that body lying in its shapely lusciousness, embracing the sun god. Sometimes her restraint failed. She was dozing, face down, her naked ass sweating in the sun, when she heard a text arrive. It was from Marie. It was most welcome.

The text read: Jane, it's Marie. We're wondering if ur still up for clubbing with us. Thinking tomorrow, place called inspiration. Upmarket we think. Good for you (smiley face). Not sure how we'll get there, but I can stay with Uncle Frank etc after. Are you at the house next door? L and me will call in now if ur there, altho u may be at work. Don't tell Diane - she'll tell Frank. x M.

Jane took off her sunglasses and went inside. She was a naked mass of sweat and suntan lotion. She texted Marie back, asking them to give her 30 minutes and saying she was indeed at Diane's. She ran upstairs and showered. She felt hurried, so she took no time to wash and shampoo. She used Diane's hairdryer, standing naked as she brushed her new, short `do. In the mirror, her tanned body was slightly red from sunbathing. Jane was blissfully ignorant that Phil's fevered wet dreams featured Jane drying her hair exactly as she was doing right now. The prospect of seeing Marie excited her more than she expected. She had assumed that the invitation to go dancing would probably never happen, and she had also determined to turn them down, should it arrive, to spare Diane's feelings. Diane had expressly not been invited, and Jane herself wondered what they would talk about at a club; after all, she really didn't know them. Also a few years ago she had decided that nightclubs were a way to get ripped off, filled with noisy and often uncouth strangers, and not much fun. However, being told that you are hot by two young girls was music to Jane's ears. She was vain enough to like being the center of attention. It would be different. She hadn't been to a club for quite a few years. Maybe she should give it a go, even if it was just because she was on her own and a bit bored. Also, Diane was away, and in Paris for god's sake. Without her! Somewhat guiltily, she thought that, since Diane had chosen to desert her, she was entitled to some fun. Diane need not know anyway. As Diane had said to her, she should be free, so why not?

She pulled on her tracksuit which she often wore when being a slob at home. No underwear. She heard the front gate video bell ring, so she rushed downstair. She had no sneakers in the hall, only her black heels from work, so she put them on. It was an impromptu ensemble, but it had to do.

She flicked the switch. Marie's face looked at her in the monitor. "Hi, it's us, let us in." Jane went outside and watched them walk up the long path to the front door. She leant casually against the door. Marie had her black goth look like last Saturday, but with no fishnets, just bare legs. Jane felt excited. She really was very pretty. Lauren was beside her. Jane thought it would be a miracle if Lauren got into this club, if it really were so `upmarket,' on a Saturday night of all nights. She was very ordinary looking, slightly squat, and in her black jeans and black tee, very uninspiring. She wondered if she were doing the right thing going with them, maybe it would be a very awkward evening.

Lauren nudged Marie as they came close. "Fuck, Marie, I want to jump her." Marie smiled, "Shush she'll hear you. Remember I'm doing this for you. She'll need persuading. No gushing about her."

"Hello Jane. You've changed your hair. It's all short. It suits you. That's an interesting look you've got going there, tracksuit with heels."

Jane's black tracksuit clung to her body, the three white stripes on the pants emphasizing the curves of her legs and hips. The zippered top was barely halfway zipped. Her long neck and the round edges of her breasts were visible, Lauren moved around Jane as Marie talked to her. All she could think about was how nice Jane's boobs looked.

"Yes, I suppose it is. The shoes are not really a match, but they're all I had on hand."

"Don't worry, Lauren thinks you look very sexy." Lauren blushed, and jokingly punched Marie's arm.

Jane noticed Lauren looking at her cleavage, so she casually pulled the zipper up.

"Come in girls."

"Is Diane here?" Marie always enjoyed seeing and talking with Diane. She hoped she would look like her when she got to her age. On the other hand, she didn't want her to come clubbing. Both she and Lauren knew that Jane would be unavailable to them if Diane came. She was too old anyway. They followed Jane into the family room. Marie nudged Lauren to stop her ogling Jane's ass. Jane told them that Diane was away, she offered them a drink. Lauren chirped up, "How about a gin and tonic?" Jane smiled and shook her head. "I was thinking more along the lines of tea or coffee."

Marie smiled sweetly. "Thanks, Jane. Lauren's joking. I'd love a coffee." While Jane got the coffee. The two girls looked at each other and Marie hoped that Lauren would not say anything too obvious. Ever since the two girls had seen Jane the weekend before, Lauren had maintained she was in love with Jane. Marie and Lauren were best friends. Lauren had been a lesbian as long as Marie had known her, and she also suspected that, Jane notwithstanding, Lauren was really holding a candle for herself. Marie did not consider herself gay, but she did admit that Jane was spectacular, and under Lauren's enthusiastic probing had admitted, that if she had to try a girl, yes, Jane would be nice. Lauren had realized that Marie did not reciprocate the feelings she had for her, but somehow the fact that Marie was prepared to consider Jane she found encouraging. Today, Jane, perhaps tomorrow her. The fantasies of youth.

"So, about this night. You do realize you'll be carded? No way do you want to get kicked out, or in trouble with the cops."

"Oh, Jane you worry too much, we know lots of girls our age who have been and have had no trouble." Marie could not help envying Jane's looks. The body in that tracksuit seemed to be bursting with sexual power, her crossed legs and her neatly pedicured toes visible through the tips of her shoes. The shape of her breasts, tight against the black tracksuit. Marie was impressed, Lauren would have been wetting herself if she hadn't been so nervous.

Marie asked Jane if she had ever been to Inspiration. "No, but I might have been in the past. God knows. I used to go clubbing occasionally with my boyfriend. It sounds expensive. I hope you two have money." Marie and Lauren looked at each other.

"I thought, you know, you and Diane were..." Lauren's round face showed concern.

"If you must know you two nosy parkers, I had a life before Dee and I became friends. Anyway, will we meet their dress code, if they have one, and will our faces fit?"

"Yours will, I'm sure." Lauren responded enthusiastically.

"Not much good me getting in if you don't." She thought no one would want to keep Marie out of a club in their right mind. Lauren would be another story.

Lauren interjected, "Dress sexy, that's best. I've seen the lines to get in." Marie asked Jane whether she was going to bring anyone. Lauren had admonished Marie mightily for suggesting that she could ask a friend last week. Neither of the young girls wanted anyone to dilute the full Jane experience.

Jane shook her head. She could see the girls were pleased she had no one. Who could she ask anyway? If she was not perversely interested in Marie, she might, conceivably, have asked Phil. He would never treat it as a platonic invitation though. So be it. She again wondered whether she wanted to go. She did feel she was getting too old herself for this BS. Nightclubs were pointless money sinks. But she had had some good times in the past. The thought of having Lauren with them though was draining any enthusiasm she had. Lauren vanished to the bathroom for a pee. When she was gone, Jane said. "Marie, no offense to your friend, but will she get in? Some of these clubs are very snooty." Marie grinned, "Oh yes, I know. She's my best friend, but she's fucking hopeless. You do know she's got a thing for you, don't you?"

"Well, you both implied that last time. It is rather obvious. I can't help being what I am, but if I do agree to come, I want none of that stuff. I'm not up for any of that." Jane sounded stern and serious. It was meant for Lauren. For Marie, she was way more open to possibilities. Lauren returned and had heard Jane's admonition, although she seemed unconcerned by it and flopped close to Jane, rather too close, their thighs touching on the sofa. Jane wiggled away from her and asked, "How old are you anyway?" Lauren let out a very awkward, nervous laugh and said, "We're twenty, so don't worry, we're not underage should things develop."

Marie's face showed discomfort. She muttered an "excuse us" and pulled Lauren into the hall. Jane had to smile. This whole evening would be a disaster. There was no way she would be going at this rate.

In the hall, Marie whispered angrily to Lauren, who realized that her friend was pissed. "What the fuck are you doing? If you are like this, she'll never come with us. Fuck, she doesn't want you with your stupid innuendo and moping. There's absolutely no way anything will be happening between you and Jane, so stop fucking pretending. You're embarrassing us all. I don't think she wants to come, and neither do I. Let's forget it. In fact, I don't want to see you for a while. All you talk to me about is Jane. Fuck, this is only the second time we've met her. She's not some fucking super woman. We're leaving."

Before Lauren could say anything, Marie shouted through the door at Jane who was still reclining elegantly on the sectional, slightly dazed at the turn of events. "Sorry Jane! We're leaving. This was a mistake. Forget clubbing. Some other time. Sorry we were such a pain. We're going now." Lauren tugged her arm and protested. "I'm sorry. Marie and Jane, please don't cancel! Ow! Let me go!" Jane thought Marie was going to drag Lauren outside. The front door opened and closed, and they were gone.

Jane sat amazed for a few seconds and then watched them through the door, Marie leading the way out, Lauren reluctantly following. Jane shook her head. Marie is really cute, she thought, it's a shame she's not the one obsessed with me. So much for that. She returned to the family room and had some lunch and then started to read the book Phil had given her. Another hour passed and then her phone rang.

Marie's voice on the end of the line was extremely apologetic. Jane felt little disappointment about the cancellation of their trip, so she only pretended to care as Marie kept apologizing. She paused after all the apologies and then continued, "Jane, please don't cut me off, but would you be up for going to the club with just me, no Lauren? You probably think she and I are both dumb fools, but, well, I'd still really like to go along with you. I can't go on my own. Right now, there is no one else I can ask. I reckon we could have fun. I'd like to know you better. What do you say? If you say no, I'll understand. Probably you already have something exciting to do tomorrow night, so it's no big deal if you turn me down." Jane said nothing for a few seconds. A night out with just Marie. Well, that was altogether more attractive. Sex and life are inextricably linked in Jane's mind, so whether she just wanted to do something more interesting to take her mind off Diane's absence, or whether she wanted to flirt or worse with Marie, it is difficult to say, but both combined in her brain as she heard Marie on the end of the line say, "Jane? You there?"

"Hi, Em, yes, I'm here. I'd like to come with you, yes. It's a much better option for me. I was finding your friend...difficult. Please don't feel you have to apologize for her again." Marie felt she had to explain that Lauren is a girl with intense passions that are usually short lasting, movies, music, and girl crushes. They come and go like the wind. "She'll probably be in love with someone else next week." Marie liked being called Em, it was friendly. Jane had a lovely phone voice. She asked if she could come over later and complete their plan of action. "Sure, whenever. Are you still at Frank and Leslie's?"

"Yes."

"Better not tell them you're coming to see me."

"Oh, I wasn't going to. Don't worry."

It was not until 4:00 PM that Marie turned up again at the door. This time Marie felt more relaxed, and she gave Jane a quick hug in greeting. She asked why Jane had wanted her to not tell her aunt and uncle about visiting her. Jane, acting nonchalantly, said, "no big reason, but Leslie and I don't seem to get on very well."

"She seemed okay with you last weekend? I know uncle Frank likes you." Well, that's good, thought Jane. I had wondered whether he did. Marie continued, "he really likes Diane, you know. My aunt is always talking about Diane. She seems to think my uncle fancies her, which pisses her off. They used to be quite good friends or so uncle says."

Jane pretended this was news to her. "I've wondered whether he might like Diane too. Yeah, Dee and Leslie used to run together. I think they get on okay. Has she mentioned me?" Jane wanted to know what Leslie really thought of her.

"Dunno really. She said you're beautiful, but that means nothing weird because you are, and everyone says so. Yeah, including me if that surprises you."

Jane is always open to compliments and the fact that Marie liked her was no surprise. It took no PhD to see that Marie was interested in her, despite her pretense that it was only Lauren. "Well, thank you Marie. I think you are beautiful too. I had put you down as way too cool to compliment me though. So I thank you.

Marie flushed in embarrassment. So she thinks I'm beautiful does she? Oh god, she thought. "So? I just don't wear my heart on my sleeve like others. Lauren's just stupid when it comes to sex and love. Jane, please don't get the wrong idea. I'm not interested in girls at all." Marie could tell Jane liked being flattered, or rather she was used to it and almost expected it. Her emphatic denial of interest she knew was insincere, but it seemed the right thing to say.

"There's something about me your aunt doesn't like. I think it may be Diane and my relationship that doesn't sit right with her." Marie replied that might be true, adding "she's not much fun, you know."

"She's very attractive, I don't know why she's not happier." Marie shrugged but agreed to keep quiet about her visit. "Tomorrow, I'll tell them I'm going to see my friend Julie. They know her, and they won't bug either her or her folks about me." Jane said she really didn't think her uncle and aunt would want her to go to a club when she is underage, or with her. Leslie, she knew would suspect Jane's motives. "Screw them. I can do what I want, but don't worry, I won't tell them we went together." Jane asked about Lauren, would she tell her? She thought for a moment. "Yeah, but not immediately. She'll be pissed at me. You've no idea how much she wants you. She's so stupid. As if that could ever happen!"

Jane smiled, "well that's candid. I'm surprised she's your friend if that's what you think." Marie gave her a look. "Come on, why would you want her when..." she realized what she was about to say and paused.

"You mean when I have Diane?"

"Yeah, sorry. My uncle and aunt assume you are sexually involved, but I don't know if that's actually true, even if everyone thinks you are."

"That's rather sweet. Thank you, Marie. I'll tell you because I really like you, but we don't make a song and dance about it, but yes, Dee and I are sharing the same bed. You are one of the very few people I've told directly." Marie turned her bright blue eyes to look at Jane. "Well, we pretty well guessed that, but it's still kinda hot hearing direct from you." Lauren would be so envious of this conversation, she thought. It was not hard to imagine Jane and Diane in bed together. Marie had to admit it was exciting to think about. Did Jane's hazel eyes seemed show a flash of desire for her? Again, she felt flattered and a little excited, but also nervous. For the hundredth time, she asked herself why she was so intent on going to a club with this beautiful lesbian, when she knew there were other much safer alternatives. Even trying sex with Lauren. Jane was lying on the sectional, her body's sensual curves apparent beneath the stylish tracksuit. There was simply no comparison though, Lauren was right, Jane would be anyone's choice for sexual experimentation, if it ever came to that. The thought gave her stomach butterflies. Marie pulled her short skirt down instinctively, but she could not stop the twinge of arousal she felt in her sex.

"Whew, it's hot in here." Jane unzipped her tracksuit top exposing some cleavage. As so often with Jane, Marie didn't know whether this was seduction or just Jane's natural body confidence. "I need some air. Marie, do you run like your aunt?"

"Not me, I don't really exercise at all, just walk a lot when I'm at college."

"That's a shame, I was going to suggest we went on a run now. Oh well."

Marie said she ought to be getting back. They fixed a place and a time to meet tomorrow evening. Marie asked, "what'll you be wearing to the club?" Jane had only given it a moment's thought. She had little idea, and she didn't have much with her now to wear. "I'll have to think about it. I may have to buy something. If you like, you could come with me. Help me choose?" Marie was pleased to be asked, but she was not really into shopping. As tempting as it was to see Jane looking sexy and fantastic in a number of outfits, it seemed a tiresome way to spend an afternoon. "No problem, Em, I'll see you tomorrow at the club about 10:00. All right? You won't leave me in the lurch, will you?

"Of course not. No way, see you then."

Marie waited outside Inspiration at 9:45. It was a warm night, and the city traffic was going strong. The street outside was thronged with young women dressed up to go inside, and there was a longish line snaking its way to the entrance. There was a constant stream of young people moving past, going to a club or the surrounding bars. Men in polo shirts and business casual pants and leather dress shoes, and young women in black miniskirts, with bare legs, and perilous high heels. Some adventurous ones in revealing side boob dresses or what looked like latex outfits. Lots of big boots, expensive sneakers, and romper suits. Overweight and anorexic-looking people. Beautiful and unattractive. Weird and plentiful tattoos. Every kind of facial hair. Groups of friends were clustered around talking and laughing, waiting for others in the group to join them. Many of the women were barefoot, holding their stilettos in an attempt to delay the discomfort of having to wear them inside. She wanted Jane to arrive, as she felt exposed waiting there on her own. She could see the bouncers assessing the line of people. She noticed only about a third were getting in. A couple asked Marie if she was waiting to enter, and she had just replied when Jane tapped her on the shoulder. Marie was very relieved to see her, Jane embraced her and kissed her affectionately. Marie, rather embarrassed, returned the kiss. It all seemed unexpectedly continental.

"Marie, you look great. Perfect. It's so you. Lovely." Marie's black minidress was twinned with fishnets and chunky, heeled, ankle boots. She had black lipstick that emphasized her sensual lips. The top was camisole-like with see-through lace around her flat stomach. Her shoulders and arms were uncovered, with only the black, thin straps of her dress showing against her bare skin. The lacy camisole was brief revealing a very nice cleavage. A black choker was around her neck. Her black shag hair with its blue and white stripes matched the ensemble perfectly. No longer was there a ring in her nose. Jane was surprised how good she looked. She had feared, as Marie said she didn't want to go clothes shopping, she would be a mess. Jane's feeling for her, only nascent previously, exploded. "Marie, my god, you are really sexy, I'm impressed." She kissed her again. This time Jane's kiss meant more than just a greeting. Shit, she's totally steaming, she thought. She wanted that young, firm body. Marie smiled. Her pretty face was beaming. Jane's compliments had made an impact.

"How do I look?" Jane asked. Marie had expected Jane would put most of the girls to shame, but she had not expected the effect it would have on her personally, standing as she was barely two feet away, easily touchable, the crowd milling around them.

"I'm speechless. I love those leggings." Her amazing legs were encased in skin-tight leggings with a psychedelic or abstract look, filled with short dabs of predominantly yellow, brown, and green shades. She was wearing what must have been 4-inch heels, the straps of which around her well-shaped ankles were each decorated with a gold chain. Marie had never seen such legs, so athletic, the skin-tight covering revealing every curve and muscle. The leggings featured a short gold zipper at the high waist. Marie felt a strong desire to unzip it. That was exactly its point, of course. "Oh my god, that zipper. You'll have everyone after you tonight," she said.

Jane gave a twirl. Every inch of her perfect ass was clear as day under the thin material. Marie suddenly felt that experimenting with a woman, as she had laughingly talked about with Lauren, was no longer just a joke, but real. She could see no sign of underwear. The thought made her shiver. Jane's top was daring. It was a short, tight, under boob, long-sleeved jersey. The edges of her smooth, circular boobs, and her naked abdomen with a hint of a six pack were breathtaking. Marie gaped. She must have an interesting minibra under there, she thought. Jane, like Marie, was wearing black lipstick and her nails were black too. Black mascara and her new layered brunette look. She had a very light jacket in her hand and a small black bag with a gold buckle that matched the chains on her shoes. "Jane, you're too much. You've got a lot of nerve." Marie reached out and touched Jane's bare stomach, as if to check she was real.

"I'm slightly goth, in homage to you. We make a nice pair I think?" Jane stood smiling, her weight on one leg, her tight backside thrust out, about a quarter of her boobs on display. Marie felt rather conspicuous with her. It was a bit like having an embarrassing friend. She was thinking that it was unusual enough that I'm in my sexy-for-me-outfit, but Jane's look is off any kind of chart. As if to prove the point, a group of six young people went past, the girls tried not to look at either of them, but the young men's heads swiveled. They both heard one of them say. "Fuck, did you see that?" Marie, eager to record her great night out with the beautiful, sophisticated, older woman, asked a very young man to take some pictures on her phone. Jane and she put their arms around each other. Jane was half a head taller. The man handed it back saying they made a good subject and asking Marie's name. She gave her name, and he hurried off to his group. She forwarded the shots to Jane. Marie didn't want Jane to forget what she looked like in her dress, she wanted her to remember how hot she could look. After all, Marie had done a lot of soul searching before deciding to wear such a sexy-for-her outfit. So much for her stated lack of interest in women. Marie had, of course, already decided to herself that Jane was a special case.

"He didn't ask for my name," Jane said, faking annoyance. Marie gently squeezed Jane's ass in reply, the first time she had ever done such a thing to a woman. "He's scared and at the same time fancies you, that's why. I would be too if I saw you here and I didn't know you." Jane shook her head. She liked that Marie squeezed her bum. Progress perhaps.

Jane slipped her arm around Marie's bare shoulders. "Come on then, let's get in there, if we're going." The two women joined the queue for the club. They could hear the music inside. It was a way more motley selection of people than Jane had expected, she was expecting a more preppy crowd. Marie was nervous, and Jane was surprised that she was too. She squeezed Marie's hand, "you good?" Security checked Jane's ID and she was in without a word. The man looked at Marie. He asked her date of birth. She answered. The man gave her a smile and said, "That's a terrible photo of you, in case you didn't know." Jane looked at the photo. The man was right; the girl in the photo seemed worlds away from the sexy woman standing close next to her.

It was very dark inside the club and the music was pulsing. Jane realized she had never been here before. "It used to be a small department store," Marie said as she followed Jane's tall figure pushing through the crowd. Jane could barely hear Marie's voice over the music. They went to the bar. It was jammed with people and the bar staff were working hard. Jane surveyed the scene, her back to the bar. In the darkness the giant TVs were flickering, and the dancing was frenetic. The club was clearly very popular, and the noise of the crowd was immense. It was much more popular than either of them had expected. Jane noticed people looking at her as she looked at them. A crowd of four were dancing right next to her. Three guys and one very attractive woman, who was wearing a very short, blue, robe-like dress that was secured around her trim waist with a cloth belt tied in a bow. Amazing legs in silver heels. Light brown hair. She reminded Jane of Sarah, a similar, slim body. The girl saw Jane and mouthed, "Like what you see? Come and join us." Jane looked around at Marie. Two guys were already trying to buy her a drink. "She with you?" The girl in blue showed she meant Marie. Jane shouted that she was. The girl shouted back, so close to her she felt her breath on her face, "Ask her to dance, she's really pretty." She looked over to see Marie vanishing towards a table with one of the guys. Jane indicated to the girl in blue that she would be back. The girl's hand flicked against the small of Jane's back then pulled her close, to tell her, "You can buy me a drink when you're back." Jane smiled and nodded. The girl vanished into the dark.

She found Marie drinking a cocktail with the guy who had bought it for her. He clearly liked her. She felt a little jealous. He was sitting on a low banquette and Marie was leaning rather elegantly against the wall beside him. Jane appreciated how very sexy she was in her camisole dress, her legs beautifully displayed in her fishnets. Jane's view of Marie had changed from being someone she admired slightly dispassionately until this evening, condescendingly planning her seduction, but wondering whether it could ever happen. Outside the club, she saw her in a different light. She felt she must have her one way or another. She wanted those fishnets wrapped around her or opened for her to explore. Then there were her boobs rising so deliciously under her lacy top. Jane felt the thrill of a new passion. She wanted her in the same way she had wanted Csilla, or Sarah. She knew it was dangerous, Leslie was her aunt, Diane might easily find out. Then there was Frank. And on top of these worries there were her parents too. God knows what they would think. But Marie was twenty years old, she was quite old enough to know about life. She'd already admitted she found Jane hot. She groped my ass, she thought, that proves it. The man watched Jane approach wending her way past the crowds. She was impossible to ignore. When he realized she was coming over to see them, he steeled himself to be cool. Jane stood in front of them and bent over, brushing the man's arm with hers as she put her jacket on the seat. His eyes looked at her heels and the wonderful curves of her glorious legs, settled for a moment on the zipper, and then looked up over the exposed stomach and toned underboobs to that face with its perfect symmetry and cheekbones. His face was level with her breasts. Marie couldn't help smiling. Jane was quite a sight, and it was amusing to observe the guy's pleasure and awkwardness manifest itself as he surveyed her figure. She was so close to him and yet, almost certainly, impossibly unobtainable.

"Marie, what are you drinking? Hello I'm Jane." The fact that she was friendly made the man even more tongue tied. Marie giggled and put her arm around Jane. She had decided back at the house that Jane was definitely the one to have her girl-on-girl experience, to test the waters as it were. Her self-consciousness about herself and Jane seemed to have largely vanished. Jane was so confident in her sexual appeal, it had begun to rub off on her. When she was at the bar, she had hardly been there five minutes before men were offering to buy her a drink. If Jane was her sun, she was happy to be the nearest planet. "Vodka Martini. He's very impressed with you, his name is Ashish. It's about all I know about him, that is, apart from the fact that he very nicely bought me this drink." Ashish smiled. "This is Jane. She's my older sister. Isn't she fucking beautiful?" Ashish nodded his head and agreed.

"You could buy her a drink too, I'm sure she'd like one." Marie took a swig of her cocktail.

Jane felt a little sorry for him, and said, "As he's a nice guy, he's not going to disagree is he Marie? Don't give him a hard time." Jane entered into Marie's deception. "I'm here to prevent my sexy little sister getting into trouble. You're not going to give her any trouble, are you?" He said no, and then asked if she really would like a drink. Jane thanked him and he extricated himself and, as it happened, they never saw him again. Jane sat down where he had been sitting and Marie joined her. Jane moved her thigh against Marie. Marie gave her a sideways glance. They both knew that the level of intimacy between them had changed since earlier in the day. Marie right then would probably have had her hands around Jane's waist and Jane would be kissing Marie's lips with their dark lipstick, had not the crush of humanity surrounding them psychologically prevented them from being such exhibitionists.

"Why did you say I was your sister?"

"To get rid of him. So, I could have you all to myself."

"It worked. Marie, I don't know what you want, but..."

"You don't? I'm a little surprised. You must have seen me looking at you."

"Looking is more your friend Lauren's thing I would have thought. You seem more direct, less full of innuendo."

This time Marie pushed caution to the wind, "Okay," she put her hand on the hard thigh beside her and leaning right up against the beautiful woman, she kissed Jane's ear, pushing the hair away with her nose and lips, and said directly into her ear, "I want to fuck you, and I want you to fuck me. Is that clear enough for you? I know you have Diane, but I want to try it, and you are my fantasy." Marie's finger surreptitiously travelled over the exposed bottom of Jane's closest breast. Marie was very excited. Jane gently grasped her finger and pulled it away.

"That's certainly clear enough Em, but you can't do this now. Look at all these people." A man and woman passed them on the way to the next table, the woman's dress brushing Marie's arm and knees. "I think the club draws the line at sex." She smiled and squeezed Marie's thigh, feeling the flesh through the rough fishnet. "We're going to have to wait. Why don't you drink up and we can dance? Keep a hold of your bag."

On the dance floor they moved far in among the shuffling crowd. Although it was quite early, a lot of the dancers were high or drunk. There were many groups of women dancing with each other, and the usual crowd of odd ones out dancing on their own. Jane looked at home on the dance floor, but was not a natural dancer. Marie moved very sexily as if she was trying to seduce Jane. At one point the two women had their arms around each other's necks, and it was only their instinctive lack of a desire to present a spectacle to the other dancers that kept them from kissing. Marie very much enjoyed seeing Jane's hard, athletic body move vaguely in time, dancing through rather than with the pumping EDM beat. Considering she had on those heels she was doing very well.

As the crowd moved and changed its composition, Jane found herself dancing with the girl in blue. She looked half Asian. A lovely firm figure with small boobs. "You never got me that drink, I'm Tamsyn by the way." Jane thought Tamsyn was going to kiss her, her face was so close. She had a beautiful oval, flat face, her eyes showing just a hint of her Asian genetics. "You come here often? I haven't seen you before, and I would have noticed." Jane introduced herself and said it was her first time. "Who's that girl you're with? Your girlfriend? If so, you're very lucky. She's lucky too." Jane laughed and continued the lie about her being her sister. Tamsyn brushed Jane seductively with her nice backside and shouted above the din, "You know I think you're the hottest fucking thing here and I reckon I've checked out all the chicks."

Jane smiled, her teeth shiny white in the UV light. "You remind me of someone," Jane said, thinking of Sarah.

"Well, that's good I guess, if you liked them. Maybe that's good for me? I'll get you a drink, come on." She grabbed Jane's hand and almost dragged her to another bar further away, where the music was less loud. "I'm with that guy over there, but frankly, between you and me, I like pussy, and I'd love to have yours, that sexy little zipper of yours should get me coming tonight." Jane looked surprised, but the dirty talk aroused her.

"Tamsyn, you're going to have to try harder than that to get me you know." Marie could not be seen now. Jane was thinking that if this girl wants to flirt with me then I can give as good as I get. Tamsyn slapped a drink down in front of Jane. "Drink up, babe. Cheers." Tamsyn was quite drunk. Jane sipped it elegantly, it was the first one of the evening for her. "What is it?" She asked. "It's nothing special, a Mojito. Come on, drink up. A beautiful girl like you shouldn't be on her own and without a drink. I can't see your sister, so you've only got me now. I'm going to make you very happy."

"Presumably something to do with my zipper?" Jane enjoyed the flirtation. These leggings were proving to be a great return on her investment.

"Maybe. We'll see. Come on babe, drink up."

A guy, Tamsyn's date, had appeared. She kissed him and then she was talking to another man, who she clearly knew, further on down the bar. Her brown eyes kept looking at Jane as she talked to him. Jane knew that look of old. Tamsyn's date was a good-looking banker type in a button-down shirt and smart pants. Jane turned to him, "Your girlfriend is very friendly, isn't she? She just told me she likes girls. Just thought I'd mention it. Don't shoot the messenger."

The drink had removed some inhibitions. The man looked at Jane, wondering who this stunning woman was and why she was telling him this. "Really? She's not actually my girlfriend, she's lovely, but it's only our first date. It's not going too well. It's way too noisy here I can't hear myself think, let alone what Tamsyn's got to say." For some reason Jane felt it her duty to continue with her thread of thought. "She says she likes pussy. Seriously, I think she means it. I went out with someone for a long time, but it was all a lie and it really upset me in the end. I thought you should know about Tamsyn. `Course, I don't know her at all, but as you look like a nice, handsome guy, I thought I give you a heads up." Jane's beauty made her hard to ignore. She was thinking of herself and her breakup with Nicky, which, of course, didn't happen because she was a lesbian, but she knew now that it would never have worked anyway in the end. Perhaps Nicky had guessed something about her back then after all. The man, not knowing what to say, or why this woman was saying this to him, muttered, "Right, thanks, I guess."

Tamsyn reappeared and said, or rather shouted, "This is Jane, we're off to the little girls' room, Bruce. See you in a mo."

"We are?"

"Yes, we are, come on sexy." She smacked Jane's fine ass extremely hard. "Fuck, you have a beautiful bum." The smack stung. Normally, Jane would have given Tamsyn a piece of her mind, as well as being embarrassed, not that the mass of people at the bar seemed to care, but Jane knew what Tamsyn wanted. Somehow it was all wrong, but she didn't care. The whole world had taken on a rosier aspect. If Tamsyn wanted her, well good; it was what she and Tamsyn deserved. Her mixed-race appeal was strong. Fine shapely legs in silver heels. Just exactly what Jane liked. Jane felt at one with the world; everyone's problems were hers and everyone appreciated her problems too. She felt this was important. Their happiness had merged with hers in a mysterious, cosmic way. She loved everybody and everybody surely loved her. She loved so many people too: Diane, Sarah, Marie, Rosario, Cathy, Donna, Lillian, Natasha, Sandrine, even Jonathan and Nicky. Don't forget Phil! She looked to see if she could pick out Marie. No sign. Oh well, she thought, she'll be fine, she's so lovely, and the world is lovely too.

"Jesus, Jane, come on, don't hang about, I have plans for you." Tamsyn's face was animated.

"Oh yes, the girls room. You know once I had..." Tamsyn wasn't listening as she ushered Jane down a corridor, her hand on her ass.

"Yes, yes, Jane, very interesting, I'm sure. Through here." Jane stopped, and she felt Tamsyn's hands under her top, pushing up her small bra, and grasping her beautifully toned breasts. It was a room full of boxes, bar, and cleaning supplies.

"This isn't the bathroom Tamsyn you silly girl..."

"Well duh, Jane, of course not, I can't fuck you in the bathroom, can I? Now let me see that pussy."

Jane should have been surprised, but somehow, she was not. Everything seemed quite normal. Of course, Tamsyn wanted her. Doesn't everyone? Tamsyn's body felt wonderful as it pressed up against hers, her hands under her jersey and skimpy minibra holding Jane's nipples which stiffened instantly, pleasure wafting through her breasts. Jane pushed Tamsyn against the wall and kissed her hungrily. Tamsyn's hand caressed Jane's groin through the tight leggings, then the zipper was unzipped, and her hand was pushing under the shiny material. "Jane, Jane, so wet, so fucking wet."

Jane moaned. Tamsyn squatted and pulled Jane's tight leggings and tiny black panties down. Her ass popped out, Tamsyn buried her face in it, licking and sucking. Jane gasped as Tamsyn's tongue licked her ass crack and her wet slit. "My god, this is the best ass I've ever had the pleasure of licking. No, don't move. Now I'm going to quickly make you come before anyone finds us." She licked Jane's vagina and asshole, her nose and face deep in the space, smelling her, tasting her, enjoying the woman moving, her heels clicking as Tamsyn's head buried deep, her tongue penetrating Jane's pleasure zones. Deep, so deep, her saliva mingling with Jane's wetness. Tamsyn could feel her own sex throbbing as she pleasured this beautiful woman under her tongue. She pulled Jane's thighs closer, always closer. The firm flesh was hard under her hands. Jane was moaning and gasping. Tamsyn had her fingers inside Jane's sex and her thumb was working on her clitoris, simultaneously maintaining her tonguing which was adding subtle, tantalizing stimulation to the harder manipulation of her fingers. Every sinew of Jane's body was entering into some kind of astral plane of pleasure.

"When I first saw you, I wanted your hot body. You taste sooo good!" Tamsyn's tongue flicked deep inside Jane's slit. "Jesus, you are really getting wet here, yum yum." Tamsyn's lips were wet with Jane's dribbling ejaculate. It tasted sweet and Tamsyn couldn't believe how much better, even more spectacular it was than she had expected. Just experiencing working up a woman like Jane to an explosive peak of sexual pleasure was an event that would be kept alive in her imagination for years to come. "Jane, Jane, tell me when you are about to come." Tamsyn smacked Jane's round buttocks and also her beautiful, toned thighs. Jane felt like her pussy must be foaming and spurting like a rocket motor, ready to shoot her up into the sky, "Yes, I'm coming, yes, yes, now." Tamsyn pressed her face into the tense, hard backside and felt those legs clench, Jane standing on her toes as she orgasmed. Each nipple tip felt like a separate, exploding firework of pleasure. At the same time, she felt that somehow, mystically, everyone in the club was enjoying seeing her come. They appreciated her, and she appreciated everything they were doing and would do in the future. Her pleasure ascended on her rocket of cum, up and up she went. She seemed to see clouds and stars. Her body shivered and tensed. She cried out a pleading, "Yes, do it, now, now!" Tamsyn watched and felt her climax, her own pussy dripping on the floor, then, after Jane was spent, she removed her wet face and mouth, and Jane stumbled forward. The rocket in her mind was falling to earth, as her orgasm concluded. She rested her bare backside on some boxes, breathing heavily, her leggings around her knees, her breasts exposed, nipples thrusting.

Tamsyn kissed her and Jane kissed her back deliciously. "Jane, thank you darling, you've made tonight worthwhile." Jane was in a slight daze, enjoying her post climax. Then Tamsyn was no longer there, and Jane felt alone and exposed, the sounds of the club echoing down the corridor and into the dingy room. She pulled her leggings and her panties back up and rearranged her sweater to cover her throbbing breasts and nipples. Her nipple covers seemed to have been lost, but her minibra was intact. Finally, up went the zipper. She ran her hands over her legs to smooth out the wrinkles in the leggings. She walked back down the corridor, through a door and was back in the club. In the crowded bathroom she washed her hands and arranged her hair. She queued for a pee. Outside she met Marie.

"Jane, where the fuck have you been. I was worried."

"Why? Em, you are so sweet to worry. I love you. Isn't everything and everybody here just wonderful?"

Marie looked quizzically at her beautiful friend. "Are you okay, Jane? You seem different." She liked her saying she loved her, but she thought such a gushing expression of emotion was odd.

"Never better, a little tired perhaps. Have you been missing me?"

"Of course, I fucking have. You vanished for ages. I thought you'd been kidnapped, or just left me." Marie was quite upset. In a wordless response, Jane kissed her, her tongue sliding provocatively into Marie's mouth. Marie felt a whirl of excitement and returned the kiss with passion, their noses rubbing together, her arms around Jane's elegant neck. Marie had never been kissed like that previously by anyone, boy or girl. She pulled away. "Wow, Jane, that was unexpected." The music was still deafening. They found a seat. Marie knew something was wrong with Jane. Then it clicked.

"Have you been taking anything? You know, pills or anything?" Jane smiled slightly weirdly and replied of course not. She had never taken anything and never would and she'd only had a single drink. Anyway, there was absolutely nothing wrong, in fact she felt great. She decided not to mention about her beautiful orgasm or Tamsyn, of whom there was no sign.

Marie corralled Jane to another table. There was some kind of wedding party right next to them. The women were laughing and periodically dancing. Marie found Jane's jacket and brought it back. They sat together and chatted. Marie had been dancing and noticed Jane with the hot woman in the blue dress, and then she stopped being able to see them. Jane told her not to fuss, she was perfectly fine and nothing sinister had happened. She said she felt energized, and she was going to get a drink, then they could dance some more. Marie said she'd had enough to drink. She watched Jane go to the bar, her lovely figure sashaying through the horde of dancers. Marie was ready to leave. She'd dance some more with Jane and then she'd get her to go home. It was 2:00 in the morning. She felt that Jane was out of it, but she couldn't quite put her finger on why. Way too much happiness, too much energy, and also strangely passive. Had she been with the woman in blue? She'd have to ask her later when she was back to normal. Marie felt that unless she hustled her, they'd never leave.

Jane saw Tamsyn's boyfriend after she had got her drink. He smiled at her. Jane asked, "Have you seen Tamsyn?" He replied, slightly exasperated at the way his night had turned out, "God no, she's been a washout. I think she's left me and gone home. My friend said he saw her leaving half an hour ago."

Jane agreed she was a weird girl.

"You got that right. I wish you had come out with me tonight instead of her." Jane fished for compliments as was her habit. "Why?"

"You're even more beautiful than her and you haven't gone home. That's two reasons for starters." He was quite drunk. "By the way, you do know your nipples are visible under your sweater, don't you? Not that I'm complaining. You told me Tamsyn liked women and thereby ruined my evening. I thought you would want to know. About your nipples that is."

Jane wasn't sure whether he was getting at her or not. She answered flirtingly, "It's not my fault you picked the wrong girl, but at least you get to see a little of my nips." She looked at him interrogatively. What was his name?

"Bruce. And you are?"

"Jane. Nice to meet you, sorry about Tamsyn. See you next time, Bruce." He watched her go through the haze of alcohol. Fuck, another one gets away, he thought.

Jane rejoined Marie and they danced together, sometimes on their own, sometimes with others. Occasionally someone would take a real shine to one or other of them and would dance really close, or try and touch them, but most of the time, it remained a little impersonal. Jane got herself photographed with a large group, her arms around a man and a woman. She looked as if it were the most natural thing in the world to appear to be best friends with people she had known for 10 minutes, and would never see again. Marie knew that someone had slipped Jane some kind of drug, and she had become rather concerned. After an hour, Marie suggested they go home. Jane at first argued, but eventually agreed and they checked they had everything. Marie found Jane's jacket, and they left. The music was still pounding as they passed the impassive bouncers.

Outside, groups of clubbers were waiting for their rides, some were sitting on the sidewalks, or hanging around in doorways talking, vaping, and laughing. A few were making out. Jane seemed out of it. She leant against a hydrant smiling. "Why don't we go back to my apartment, it's closer? We can fuck there. We'll need a ride."

Marie spoke up, "Jane, we already agreed we would go back to Diane's. We have to. I have to be back at my relatives' house before the night is over. My uncle will probably be sitting up, waiting for me to come back. He always does. They'll flip if they think I was out all night. I can say I was with Julie, but I need to be there in the morning. I've never stayed over at Julie's all night, they'll be suspicious. I really don't want them to tell my folks either."

Jane looked so lovely in the streetlight, her eyes beautifully highlighted by the black mascara. Marie wondered who had medicated her. She felt an urge to protect and look after her in her present state quite apart from the sexual attraction she had for her. She would have to take charge, Jane was still happy as a clam. "Here, put your jacket on." Jane's nipples were clearly erect under her jersey top. Something happened to her in there, she thought. Jane put on the light leather-look jacket. Marie did up a button. Her nipples were now at least covered. A passing couple asked if everything was all right. "Yes, she's my older sister, she's had a bit too much to drink." Marie liked the idea of Jane as her older sister. She found it ironic, before the club, Jane had been the sun, she the planet. Now she had to get her beautiful friend home, she was the guiding star.

The woman rushed out into the street and managed to flag down a passing cab. Marie thanked her and she guided Jane into the rear seat of the cab. She gave the cabbie the address of her uncle's place, she was not sure of the number for Diane's, although it was of course very close. Jane smiled at Marie. "Em, you are so lovely, thanks for this. I'm not quite myself, I think."

"No, someone has drugged you, but I'll look out for you." Marie felt such a passion of attraction and the desire to watch Jane's back, it amazed her. The reversal of roles she found extremely arousing. Jane's hand caressed Marie's thigh, the fingers dancing over her knee and up under her dress. Marie began to feel wet. Jane whispered in her ear. "Em, tell me if you don't want this. I'll stop anytime you say." But Marie didn't want her to stop. "No, no, don't stop," she whispered. Jane leaned into her task. Marie put her arm around Jane and pushed her hand under her jacket. She was searching for those breasts she had admired all evening. She felt the side of her right boob, it felt taut and delicious under her fingers, and then she felt the springy, erect nipple. "Oh god Jane, I want to fuck you." The cabbie seemed unaware, but both of them were taking some care not to alert him. Marie let out a soft cry when Jane, now probing above her fishnets, found her panties. Jane's fingers pushed further, reaching under the material, and sliding inexorably towards her waiting sex. Jane said surprisingly loudly, "Oh Em, you do seem to like this you naughty girl!" Marie had been on the edge of a mighty climax, ever since she had entered the club with Jane. As soon as they slid onto the back seat of the cab, and Jane leant up against her, and those hips and that zipper were now so close, she was already halfway there. Climaxing over a fantasy can be very fast, and she felt that the slightest touch or even the right word would push her over the edge. Jane wanted to go down on Marie, feel those fishnets against her cheeks, taste the young pussy. Make her scream. But once Jane's fingertips touched Marie's slit, and then slowly and gently, moved up and down, feeling their way in between her swollen labia, and gently passing over her young clit, Marie came, the long pent-up desire she was feeling for Jane, coursed through her like the water released suddenly from a broken dam. She jerked in her seat, her thighs gripping Jane's hand. Her arms held onto the partition in front and grasped Jane's arm as she shook suddenly, her ass lifting, her head going back and a deep sigh escaping between her open mouth with its dark lipstick. Jane was caught by surprise. So quick, so strong. "That's it babe, let it come. Lovely, let yourself go, I'm with you."

Marie's pretty face had a huge smile on it, her eyes bright with tears of pleasure. "Jane, I so needed that, thank you for being gentle with me."

Jane kissed her on the cheek. She could see the cabbie looking at them in the mirror. "Em, you were so fast, I could have made it so much better, I barely had time to do anything." Jane felt she had not given Marie the orgasm she deserved. She felt quite bad. She thought she had disappointed her sexy, saucy date. She was completely incorrect, but Jane was not thinking straight. Diane might lecture her about it when she returned. In her drug-enhanced state, she saw Diane in her glamorous pantsuit from the Paris picture wagging her finger. "Jane, you seduce a beautiful junior, and you can't even give her the climax her young body wanted. Shame on you!"

"I'm so sorry Em, you deserved better from me, I'll give you a come to remember when we get home." Jane's face seemed even more striking when she was serious. She was speaking quite loudly.

"Shush," Marie said, indicating the cabbie with her eyes. "There's nothing for you to be sorry about." She resumed tweaking Jane's nipple. She whispered, "Sit back, and relax, now I'm going to make you come." Jane was already enjoying Marie's touch, her nipple was throbbing. She felt as though she was looking down on herself, as if she were someone else but connected to the woman being caressed, but not her. That girl in black is some peach she thought. Then her mind cleared for a moment; oh yes, she's my date, I'm such a lucky bitch. Jane realized that whatever she had taken was screwing with her mind. Then Marie found Jane's zipper, and slowly lowered it. The leggings were tight as her hand sought its way in, but as her fingers pushed and probed, she could feel Jane's mound, warm and waiting. She felt cotton, so Jane was wearing underwear, minimal as it clearly was. Her fingers felt some wetness and then the wet lips of Jane's pussy. Jane sighed erotically and opened her thighs. Marie's fingers moved gently, then she felt, under the top of the slit, a harder lump. She pressed it and started to rotate it gently. Jane tensed beside her. Marie felt her own wetness increase. My god, she thought, I'm going to make her come. Her excitement was only slightly less than Jane's. Jane whispered, "Yes, Em, that's my clit, make me squirt, oh god, yes." Marie put her other hand on Jane's nearest thigh and Jane swung the leg over Marie's. The limb was hard, the muscles in the leg contracting as Marie worked away. Her left hand cradled the thigh as her right worked Jane up to a frenzy. The clit under her finger was getting intolerably aroused, and Jane kept lifting her ass off the car's seat as the pleasure gained dominance over her still drug-affected brain. "Put your fingers in, please." Marie felt a pulse of pleasure when Jane said this to her. She thought of how Lauren would die to be here, now, doing this to this woman. She pushed one finger in and felt it embraced by the wet space. There seemed to be more room, so she added another, and then another. She began rhythmic pumping, which was a little difficult as she didn't want the cabbie to see. Jane was now trembling and pushing against her fingers. Jane was so overwhelmed, her hand under Marie's dress was just resting on her thigh. It took a second or two for Marie to realize that Jane was having her orgasm. The magnificent body beside her tightened and Jane's hand on her thigh squeezed the fish-netted flesh hard. Jane quivered and more wetness seemed to drench Marie's fingers. Jane sighed and moaned loudly in pleasure. The thrum of the engine and the tires covered most of Jane's sounds of release, but not all.

"You okay back there? We're almost at your address." The cabbie wondered what the hell those two girls were doing. His voice brought both of them back to earth with a crash.

Marie replied, "Oh yes, my sister's just had a bit too much to drink."

"No vomiting in the car, or I'll charge you."

"Don't worry, sir, everything is just wonderful back here." Jane was smiling as she answered. Now, that was a great orgasm she thought. "That was fantastically wonderful," she exclaimed loudly, her sex still throbbing with waves of pleasure. Marie extracted her fingers from the high waist of Jane's leggings, her hand sliding out of the open zipper, and she pulled Jane's jacket over to cover her groin.

The cabbie heard Jane but did not understand what she had said, "What?"

Marie quickly answered. "Ignore her, she's just a bit drunk. Thanks. How much do I owe you?"

They got out of the cab, and Marie walked Jane back to Diane's. Jane's zipper was still undone. Marie pulled it up carefully, her head leaning up against the soft cushions of Jane's boobs. Jane kissed Marie's hair and said, "Thanks, Em. Did I make a fool of myself?" Jane's voice was low and very seductive. Marie wished she was not staying with her uncle and aunt. If she had never said to her parents she was seeing them this weekend, she could now be lying on top of Jane, perhaps on her sofa, or in Jane's and Diane's bed, naked, fucking this glorious body, and being fucked by her. The thought of what she was going to miss was torture. Her parents would never have found out about it, and she could have lied to them and stayed with Jane all night, pretending she had been at Frank's and Leslie's. They probably never would have found out.

"Of course not, you were amazing." Marie helped her off with her jacket. Those breasts, she thought. "Jane, thanks so much for tonight. It was better than I ever expected." She wanted to say that she loved her. At that moment she was convinced she did. She so wanted to stay for a night of passion, but she knew she had to get back. Jane started to make love to her, kissing and touching her. Marie wanted it more than she thought possible, but she just had to go. She knew her aunt or uncle would know if she weren't back, and it would be impossible to explain why she had stayed over all night after a party. She knew the way they thought. She explained to Jane. Jane was unable to fully grasp why she was leaving but let her go without further incident.

Marie ran back to the house, straightening her dress as she ran, and entered silently. As she feared he would be, Frank was sitting, waiting for her. It was 3:30. He was not happy. He asked her where she had been. She lied and said that she and Julie had gone to a party. She apologized. Frank asked, "Who was that in the cab with you just now, and what were you doing in the time from being dropped off to now?" Marie had guessed he would ask this and she was ready with her answer. She said she had felt a bit sick and had found somewhere to vomit down the road. Her friend had continued on. She lived around here too, so she had just gone home. Frank, who had sat up, dozing, waiting for her return, cursing other people's kids, accepted her explanation a little reluctantly. He wondered who her friend was who lived close enough to walk to in the middle of the night.

"Well, I hope you didn't vomit on Diane's property. That would be very antisocial. You do know you shouldn't be drinking, and Julie's parents shouldn't be giving you alcohol; you're not twenty-one. I should probably call and complain."

"Uncle Frank, don't do that. That's embarrassing. Of course I wasn't sick at Diane's. I wouldn't dream of it. I'm tired, I need to sleep."

"So do I, you get up to bed. It shouldn't be me having to worry about you, it's my sister and brother-in-law who should be worrying, not me."

He asked Leslie, who awoke when he got into bed, who Marie knew within walking distance. She replied drowsily, "Diane and Jane are the only people we know that I can think of." She, understanding what Frank was asking, also wondered who Marie knew around here. Marie is a handful, she thought. Too pretty for her own good. Now she was awake, and Diane and Jane had come up, she had them on her mind and, as she often did when sleepless in the middle of the night, she wondered what they were doing. Perhaps they were having sex. She looked over at Frank. She couldn't wake him to satisfy her sexual desire that the thought of those two seemed so often to produce in her. Poor man, he was exhausted. She started to masturbate. She felt guilty about the way she had treated Jane, but Jane and Diane were just bad for her mental state. Why do I keep thinking about them, she thought, as her fingers went to work.

Jane did not feel tired until midday on Sunday. While Leslie had a self-induced orgasm next door, she was up all night watching Tv and swimming, and she even went for a run early in the morning. It all caught up with her eventually and she suddenly felt appallingly tired. She managed to call an Uber that took her home while she slept in the back. In her apartment she slept deeply until Monday morning. In the meantime, she had not answered a single one of Diane's texts that had been accumulating, in addition to Marie's ones inquiring whether she had recovered and how she was.