Jane's Encounters: Jane and Marie
by Christine Oram _______________________________________
It is best to read these stories in date order as there is a considerable continuous narrative, albeit a different episode each time. _______________________________________
Jane awoke at 7:00 on the Monday after her night of clubbing with Marie. She felt a little out of sorts, but perhaps no worse than the way she usually felt on Mondays, when there was a full week of work ahead of her.
She sat in her robe and ate a bowl of cereal looking at her texts. At least her head was clear at last. For most of Sunday, when not asleep in the back of the uber, or crashed out in her apartment, she had been experiencing the aftereffects of whatever it was she had ingested in the club. The trip if that is what it was, had not been unpleasant, but very unsettling. Jane was opposed to drugs of any kind, excepting alcohol of course, so the experience of being under the influence of any other substance was novel. She had to assume it was Tamsyn at the club who had spiked that Mojito. Who else could have done it? She got to have me too, she thought. From what she remembered, Tamsyn was hot, but she couldn't help feeling that she had been taken advantage of, or even violated. She didn't feel quite as bad about it as the word violated suggests, but she was not used to being so out of it that she was duped so easily. She felt foolish and naïve, letting herself get into that situation where Tamsyn could just have her like that. In a fucking storeroom too. Jesus. She remembered her climax though. With whatever it was she had taken, it was weird, yet also spectacular. The feeling that the whole world was watching her was a completely novel experience and then there was the way she had kissed Marie, who had returned it so wonderfully. Now that had been truly worth it.
There were three texts from Marie, asking how she was.
"Jane, I wish I could have stayed with you."
"I hope you feel better?!"
"A night to remember, I'm thinking and remembering our ride home in the cab. I hope you can remember it too?"
Each text ended with a kiss emoji. Jane remembered Marie's fingers touching her pussy, bringing her over the edge, making her come. Yes, thank God I remember that at least.
She texted back:
"M I'm fine now. Thanks so much for looking after me. It's really nice to have a new "sister," though I'm told incest is not allowed. I guess we're in big trouble then?"
Marie's text appeared quickly.
"!!! Yeah, such trouble! Perhaps I should stop thinking about you before I'm damned forever?"
Jane smiled. Fuck, that girl is a tease. "No, don't do that. You need to have more of the same. Call me later. Signed, Beelzebub."
The text exchange excited her. That girl- what am I going to do about her?
Jane opened the first text from Diane. It was a selfie of her in her hotel room in Paris. Jane's felt her stomach flutter in pleasure. God, she looks so beautiful. Jane admired those green eyes, her hair, the swelling breasts under her tight white sweater, and her slim waist and the dark gray of her skirt running off the bottom of the image. "Missing you, Janie. Let me know how you're getting on without me. Badly, I hope! Impure thoughts coming to you from me. AML"
Diane had taken to signing off with "AML." Jane thought it rather quaint, an abbreviation for all my love.
The next text said that Diane would be staying another week, as she had decided to visit Caroline and Hans in Frankfurt, so would not be back until the following Sunday. Jane was both dismayed and relieved. Dismayed because she needed Diane to be with her to make her truly happy, and relieved because, and she did feel guilty about this, she wanted to see Marie again. Not just seeing her, but holding her, touching her, having her in both body and soul. Eating her up whole until every curve and piece of lovely flesh was hers.
She washed up her bowl and said loudly to herself. "I'm an idiot, why do I put myself through all this?" She attempted to answer her own question. "Because you are a fucking nympho, liar, and cheat." It was true, she knew it, but this knowledge was not going to make her mend her ways. She replied to Diane that she was aching for her and was devastated she would have another week without seeing her. She took off her robe and took a selfie of herself, naked in the mirror in her bedroom and attached it to her text. That'll wake her up when she opens that, she thought.
Arriving at work the first person she saw was John. "Nice `do, Jane." He said commenting on her new hair style. She walked slowly past Phil's desk, expecting a compliment. He clearly saw her, but he pretended not to and made no comment. He's still pissed with me, she thought. Fuck him. In her office she sat down and tried to concentrate on her work. She couldn't help feeling put out that Diane was going to stay away so long. She really missed her. She knew that visiting her convalescing daughter was perfectly reasonable, but still...Her mobile rang. Marie's voice over the phone made Jane pulse increase. "Wait, Em." Jane closed her office door. "Yes, thanks for looking after me on Saturday. I needed you."
"I'm so glad. You know, looking after drugged you was fucking sexy. I can't stop thinking about that night. You were so hot. Our drive home," she lowered her voice, "doing it in the cab. Jane you've no idea how much I..."
"Em, I feel the same, I want us to meet up and..."
"Finish what we started? Oh god Jane, that would be awesome." Marie sounded very excited.
"Yeah, where are you now?" It was 8:00, she's probably still in bed, she thought.
"In my dorm's common area. I'm thinking of you and guess where my fingers are?"
"Em, you shouldn't, you might get found out." The palm of Jane's hand was pressing down on her skirt, compressing her navel and love mound. She opened her legs. The idea that Marie was masturbating was just too much.
"I know, but I don't care. Talk to me Jane. Make me come. You only need to say something sexy, and I'll come. I love the sound of your voice and my memory of you. They'll be enough to bring me off. You can hear me come. Oh God."
Jane's hand massaged her sex through the skirt. That girl, when did she become so seductive?
"Em, I'm touching myself too. I wish my tongue was inside you, tasting you, holding your thighs,
your lovely titties." Jane felt herself approaching her pleasure peak. She could hear Marie on the other end of the phone sighing and moaning prettily.
"Jane, say you want to fuck me, go on say it."
"I want to fuck you Em, fuck you so hard you cry." Gasps at the end of the phone told Jane Marie had come.
"Jane, oh my god, I'm so wet here. I wish you could see it."
"So do I babe."
"Can we meet this week? I really need to see you. Please?"
Jane was wet herself. Wow, this girl is really something, she thought. There was probably nothing that could have prevented Jane from agreeing to see Marie again. The thought of it made her shiver in excitement. "Yeah, you can come `round to my place on Wednesday. I'll give you the name of a place to meet and eat and then we can go on to mine after. OK?"
"Totally, my god, Jane yes, yes please!" Jane smiled to herself. The effect I have on people. So gratifying. She mentioned a restaurant and bar close to her apartment, and they finished the call. Jane was flushed with excitement. Phone sex like that was a new experience for her. The prospect of Marie staying overnight was rather overwhelming. The wetness between her legs was on her mind as she opened her office door.
Outside she saw a familiar view. Roz was leaning against the copy machine, her back to Jane. God, thought Jane, that is a nice view. Her annoyance at Roz had forced her to ignore her charms ever since they had fallen out. Roz's short skirt and her black leggings with her usual combat boots emphasized all those features that had stimulated Jane's lust in the first place, just a few months ago. She had let her hair go natural and now it was a spectacular mass of curls surrounding her pretty face like a lion's mane. Although they had stopped talking it did not mean that Jane no longer found her attractive. There was no way of avoiding it, Roz was still an extremely attractive woman. Roz stood up straight, her brown hair swirled around her pretty head as she turned and walked towards Jane holding her papers. Their eyes made contact. Jane held her gaze for a moment and then looked away. She hoped Roz would not be her usual snarky self. She remembered how they used to be together. Perhaps a little chalk and cheese, but she was so very appealing. Jane was about to return to her desk when Roz smiled at her. She had not smiled at Jane for ages, and if she had, then it was before she said something cutting. Jane felt this time was different. She smiled and took a step backwards into her office. Roz followed.
"Jane, I love your hair. You look fucking great." She paused, registering Jane's reaction of surprise that passed over her beautiful features.
"Oh. Thanks. Have you decided to be nice to me?"
Roz took a step closer, and her hand passed through Jane's hair, feeling its texture.
"Maybe. I can't keep up being a bitch for long. You know precio...Jane dear, perhaps we can still be friends, or at least not enemies going forward? Eres encantadora y deliciosa."
Jane's eyes widened in surprise. "What?"
"Your hair makes you even more beautiful. Sorry I'm embarrassing you, I think."
"Um, yes, Roz, this is a big surprise. I'm not used to you being nice to me. You were once."
Roz put her hand on Jane's arm and indicated they should move further into her office. "Well, you did take up with Diane you know, even though you denied it. I don't know what I had done to deserve it, so I reckon I was entitled to be pissed, don't you?"
Jane did understand why Roz had reacted as she did when they fell out and she knew that Roz was correct. Jane had wronged her. Jane, however, felt she had to argue. It was a stubborn streak in her. "Well, maybe, but when you said I had, you know, been with Diane, I hadn't. Your reaction drove me to doing what you thought I had done."
Roz smiled; Jane was exasperating. "You can't give an inch can you querida? Look, I'm sick of disliking you. Can we just, you know, like, normalize our relationship?"
Jane relaxed and sat on the filing cabinet, and looked as though she was thinking hard about the proposition. She crossed her legs. Roz did not fail to notice the length of thigh that that presented. Jane flexed her heeled shoe. She had seen Roz look at her legs. She looked at Roz, her hazel eyes paused on her breasts. "You talk like we're two warring countries or something. You know Roz, I have always really liked you. No, more than like, you know that don't you? You're fucking lovely. I'm sorry about what happened, but it did. Still, water under the bridge as far as I'm concerned. So, yes, let's try and be friends again." She lowered her voice, "I'd kiss and make up, but not sure that's a good idea here. I might get carried away. So might you for that matter."
Roz laughed, "Jane, you're fucking something else, you know that?" Roz could have said a snide comment about how it was very big of her to grant her request, but the come on at the end. Jesus, she thought, this chica, she knows how to get under my skin. "OK, darling. Good. I won't kiss you, don't worry. Adios preciosa."
Roz left the office feeling easier. She wanted Jane as much as ever, but she was also wary. She hurt me once, she probably would again, she thought. Her flirtatious streak, it was very sexy, but I don't think I'd could trust her again not to betray me with the next lovely thing she took a fancy to. I also have my pride. If she wants me, she'll have to make a move, I'm not going to. Roz wondered again about how Diane had managed to attract such a woman as Jane. Diane was absolutely lovely, but still, she seemed always on high looking down at the mere mortals below. She was surprised they seemed to be making a go of things, if indeed they were.
Her thought and memories of Diane's pussy foaming and climaxing as she had her fingers in her kept coming back to haunt her. She had been so wet, so perfect. I really must try again with Diane. When she gets back, I'll have her, despite Jane, I'm at least as good as her. Yes, she smiled to herself, I'm older than Jane and more experienced. Diane has no chance. Perhaps I'll even tell Jane. Then she'll know what it's like to be cheated on.
Jane tried to concentrate on her work, but thoughts of what would happen on Wednesday with Marie kept occupying her mind. The phone call was vividly working on her sexual imagination. If the world were not as it was, she would have fucked Roz in her office just now. She would have sucked those lovely, once-familiar nipples, and then got Roz panting for more as she pushed up her silly little skirt and got underneath those tights. Those legs, her hair in my mouth. Her lips on mine, her fingers running down my slit, like she used to do when we were together. Why oh why was Diane away? I want her to want me. To give me what I need, and now.
Her sexual reverie was disturbed by the appearance of Larry, the CFO in her office. This was very surprising, Jane had never seen him out of his office. It was a very painful meeting. He quietly and professionally told her she had given him the wrong set of figures last week and as a result he had presented incorrect data to the shareholders. Jane felt a degree of panic. Larry was always so proper too, her beauty and assets had zero effect on him, which usually worked on most males, even if they remained outwardly impassive. She had experience with him and knew that he would make no allowances for anything like that. Everyone she knew in the office felt the same way about him. A heart of stone for sure. She grovelingly apologized and said she would redo them and promised it would never happen again.
"The thing is Jane, I have always thought you produced excellent work, so this was a big disappointment to me on a personal level, quite apart from the embarrassment it caused me. I expect you to do better going forward. I hope all is well in your personal life? It would be bad if it affected your work."
Jane apologized again and assured him nothing was wrong. He gave her a slight smile before leaving. After 5 minutes Pete came in and asked what that was all about. She explained. He could tell she was shaken. He agreed she was right to be. "You know though, for him, that was unusual to even ask about your personal life. I've never heard him say anything that is that human to anyone. Given that, I think he may, deep down, think you're alright, so you're lucky. That was not even an official warning."
"Thanks, Pete. I hope you're right."
"I know I am. See you."
To revise the figures Jane had hours of hard work ahead of her. Her brain had to be weaned off thinking about Marie, Roz, and Diane. She managed it, but she hated every moment.
The next day, working away on the figures, Diane texted her back.
"Janie!! You should warn me about those kinds of texts. I opened it in the office, I don't think Francois saw, but if Jody had been here, she would have seen you. That would have been bad for you and me. So pretty please warn me in advance about any raunchy photos! Now about that shot, you do know when you send me a pic like that, I think about you all day, every second. Wanting you. Missing you. You know what seeing you like that does to me and my heartbeat. Think about me satisfying myself back at the hotel. You are just so bad. Love your new hair! AML."
Jane smiled and texted, "You shouldn't leave me for so long, I get desperate and that's the result" This time she took a selfie of herself at her desk, the phone resting against the wall by the cabinet. Using the self-timer, she hiked up her skirt, and rested one foot on her desk, then flung her head back as if in the throes of passion, her arms behind her head. The reply was swift, "I'm there! AML." Jane smiled to herself and wished Diane would reciprocate with a sexy photo of herself. It wasn't her style though, unfortunately. Jane didn't care whether she got an advance warning or not. If only Diane would send her nude shots of herself. Chance would be a fine thing.
Before lunch she heard a commotion outside. Jody was back from her trip to Paris with Diane. The others were chatting with her, gossiping and she was enjoying telling them what a good time she had had. John, who had a great relationship with Jody and had gone to her wedding, joshed her about how the French team had reacted to her and Diane. "Two of our best exports," he joked.
Jody chuckled, "Well they particularly liked Diane. Did you know her French is pretty good?"
Roz and Jane exchanged glances. Jane remembered her first views of Diane. She found it easy to imagine the effect Diane would have on those poor French saps in the Paris office. Fuck them all. Diane is mine. They chatted for a while and for those who had been to Paris it was a chance to show off how they had been there and were now experts. Roz, Jane, and Phil had never been, but John and Pete had. Two new employees, Simon and Miguel joined in, and Miguel said something in Spanish to Roz. She looked at Jane and replied to him, her lips inches from his ear. She smiled at Jane again, and Miguel smiled too.
Afterwards, Jane asked Jody to wait up as she descended the stairs to her floor. Her office was a few doors down from Diane's. Jane asked her whether they could go for lunch. Jody was very willing. Diane had talked a lot about Jane when they were away.
They walked to a sandwich shop three blocks away and grabbed a table outside. It was a warm day and both the women relaxed, enjoying the warmth.
"You've had your hair cut, Jane. It looks great."
"Thanks, I finally plucked up the courage to get it radically shortened."
Jody sighed, "Men are so often obsessed with long hair, don't you find? My husband would be upset if I did what you did to mine." Jody had long blonde hair, expensively waved and styled.
"Are they? Yes, I suppose many are. The guys in the office complimented me actually. Oh except for Phil."
"Oh him? Really? I would have thought he would have been first in line to pour praise on you."
"He would?"
"Jane, no need to play the innocent. He's in love with you, everyone says so. He even told me himself, though not in so many words. It's obvious." Jane acted surprised. She wanted to stop talking about Phil and hear about Jody and Diane. "You like him, don't you? Will you go out with him?"
Jane made a face. "Seriously, Jody? Of course not. I do like him, but not in that way."
"You could do a lot worse. I rather fancy him myself."
"There speaks the newly wed. Should I tell your husband?" They both laughed.
"Don't you fucking dare." Jane was finding Jody more attractive than usual. She really was very pretty, and very buxom. Her breasts were impressive under her sleeveless blouse. Bigger than hers. Would Diane have tried it on with her?
"So how was Paris with Diane? What did you get up to? What's she like?" The question struck Jody as odd, everyone knew that Jane and Diane were friends. Why's she asking?
"She's very beautiful, the office loved her. She has an amazing figure for a forty something."
"Yes amazing, I agree. In fact, amazing for any age." Jody looked at Jane carefully. Jane was the office heartthrob, what was she getting at?
"She talked a lot about you. She says you're good friends and you spend time at her house. I've heard she's rich."
Jane again played the innocent. "Yeah, I've been to her house a few times, it's really big. Lovely, in fact." Jody said she hoped she'd get an invite; she'd like to see it.
"She's very smart, and really nice, I can see why you're friends." She then said how they went out with the whole French office on a couple of nights, and Diane took Francois out for lunch and dinner. The other nights she and Diane went out together and ate in some neat places. "Diane knows where to go to impress a yahoo like me."
I bet she fucking does, thought Jane. Jane asked about their hotel rooms adding, perhaps clumsily, that she supposed the rooms had small European-sized beds.
"Not too bad actually, I think they were queen sized. Yes, bigger than doubles."
Getting into her stride she recounted seeing some of the sites with Diane. Jane's ears pricked up when Jody related that most nights they went back to the hotel and had a drink, and on a couple of occasions they went to each other's rooms to drink and watch TV.
Jane primed the pump. "Once I went to a conference with an older woman colleague, in another life of course, and I was asked back to her room. Guess what she did?" Jody shrugged, "What?"
"She took off her clothes and asked me to do the same and get into bed with her." Jane was a good liar, although she did have a not-too-dissimilar experience with the lovely Natasha at her last company.
"Fuck. What did you do?" Jody was looking at her with wide eyes. At that moment Jane realized to her relief that nothing had happened between her and Diane. If something had happened between them, she would have shown it in her demeanor. Thank God.
"I picked up my bag and pushed off. I was scared I'd get fired for refusing."
"Were you?"
"No, thank God. She was quite nice about it. Said it had been worth trying and that from then on `it never happened' as far as she was concerned." The lies tumbled easily out of her mouth.
Jody whistled and said she wouldn't know how to handle it if someone had done it to her.
"So, Dee, Diane never tried that with you?" Jane said it jokingly, and they both laughed.
"Jane, you're funny. Of course not. We both know Diane's nothing like that." Jane agreed, but thought, if only you knew how wrong you are.
Back at the office, Jody gave Jane a small package. "Something from Paris. For you."
"Pour moi? Jody, how nice."
"It's nothing. You deserve it. You keep Larry in a good mood."
It was a Hermes silk scarf. "Jody, it's beautiful. Thanks so much. I'm touched. Come here." Jane kissed Jody, and Jody returned it. "It's my pleasure. It was really nice getting to know you better."
"Don't. You'll make me all emotional. What was all that about Larry?" Jane draped the scarf around her neck.
"I knew it would suit you, you're so stylish already, but now you're like a real Parisian. Oh, about Larry, he fancies you, well we all think so, we reckon he'd be much worse if you weren't here."
"Well, he's got a funny way of showing it then. I thought he was going to get me fired yesterday." She thought about Pete's comments to her about Larry.
"You fired? Don't make me laugh. He'd never fire you." Jane replied that in that case being his favorite was meaningless as he really wasn't particularly nice to her. Jody ran her finger along her nose implying she was in the know.
"Oh Jane, you know nothing. You're pretty well everyone's favorite. Oh, except for Judy, of course."
"Why?" Jane was genuinely mystified.
"It's pretty obvious, Jane, don't pretend to be completely naïve." Jane looked baffled. "Ok, ok, perhaps you don't get it. The men want you, and the women wish they were you. You know, the usual reasons."
"Oh, that. I see. You lot are fucking stupid in that case."
"Diane is Judy's favorite. She worships the ground she walks on." Jane expressed amazement. Yet again. Jody smiled and continued, "I bet she's an old dyke, but I've no idea if it's true. She does live alone with about a million cats though, so that's what I reckon."
"My god. All this intrigue. I never knew."
"That's because you're not looking. The only people who are even more completely out of it than you are the two new guys."
"You mean Miguel and, what's-his-name, Simon?" Jody nodded.
"Yes them. Probably it's only because they haven't had a chance to notice you much yet." Jane said she didn't know what to say and that she had no wish to be put on a pedestal.
"Yeah, it must be tiresome. Totally non-woke too. Just forget about it. I think you can manage it though. I'm sorry I told you."
Back in her office, she slaved away on the figures, finally taking them to Larry's office at 3:30. He looked up when she entered, and she handed him the papers. Larry always asked for them to be printed out, despite them being on the server's spreadsheet. He was old-fashioned that way. If he noticed Jane's slim, athletic body in her stylish roll-necked, sleeveless top and her short, three inches above the knee skirt, bare legs, and 3-inch pumps, he gave no indication of it. He glanced at her for a second and grunted. "Thank you. They'd better be correct this time." Jane waited, expecting him to give some indication of his so-called favoritism towards her. She turned to go. A keen eye might have admired the curve of her butt in profile.
He looked up, "You're still here? Do you need something?"
Jane smiled, "Oh no, sorry. I thought you wanted me for something else." Her smile would melt the heart of most men, but Larry was made of sterner stuff. "Oh no, I've nothing else. Goodbye."
Jane turned on her heel and said brightly, "Bye-bye, Larry." He didn't even look up to watch her sexy walk away from his office. She kept smiling as she walked away thinking what a load of crap Jody was talking. Larry has no special interest in me. I always know, and he just couldn't care one way or the other.
The following morning Jane dressed carefully. She wanted to make sure she looked her best for Marie in the evening. She put on a dark green, ribbed, sleeveless, mid-thigh length, sweater dress with a mock neck. Black bra and panties and black mid-calf length, heeled boots. The dress was figure fitting, and Jane looked stunning. Her toned curves and her famous legs emphasized by the tight dress, short hem, and those boots. She approved of her look in her mirror, and she took the bus to work instead of walking. She knew she looked good, and she hoped Marie would like it. She was excited and only the nagging knowledge that she was planning to cheat on Diane prevented her from being completely happy.
On the way back from a visit to the bathroom, Roz called her into her office.
"Well, you look really nice today, just thought I'd tell you. Someone is getting special treatment. Whoever it is they're lucky. I just wish it was me, like it used to be."
"Roz, come on. Leave it will you."
"No seriously, who is it? Diane's away, so it must be someone else."
"Why don't you mind your own business? I know we've made it up between us, but I already have Phil constantly wanting to know about my life, I don't need you joining in."
"Ok, ok, preciosa. Just asking. You know, I still have feelings for you. I care." Truth be told Roz was hellishly jealous. It was bad enough about Diane, but if Jane was playing away, why couldn't it be with her?
"Aw, thanks Roz. I still care about you too. I just want some privacy, so butt out. Anyway, just to let you know, there's nothing special about today at all, so there is nothing going on with anyone."
Afterwards she wondered how Roz had guessed. She didn't look much different to normal. It was just a new outfit. She knew better than to really dress up for a date and wear it to work. People are so fucking nosy, aren't they?
She got a text from Diane telling her that she was en route to Frankfurt. An excited text from Marie asked her to confirm their date. Jane did. She felt like she was Marie's age again and going on a first date. Marie's evident enthusiasm was infectious. Jane was surprised at the change in both of their feelings. She had been only casually interested a week ago, and Marie, if anything, had seemed skeptical about the possibility of anything at all between them. Now both of them were raring to go. Jane's imagination was almost overwhelmed thinking about Marie's taut body. She kept looking at the photos of them last Saturday before they went into the club. Marie was overpoweringly alluring in her fishnets and camisole top. She kept imagining kissing that sexy mouth with its black lipstick, smelling the scent of her hair and feeling the warmth rising from her body. Oh god.
In tandem with these thoughts was how she was going to tell Diane, or whether to tell her at all. She had to think that Diane would inevitably ask whether she had gone clubbing, or at the very least whether she had been asked. A blank denial probably would not be believed. It would be better to say that she had gone and just imply it was pleasant enough, but clubs are no longer her scene. Pour cold water on the idea that there was anything remotely exciting about a lesbian woman in her prime going to a club with a hot 20-year-old. It would be a long shot, but better than pretending it didn't happen at all. Defuse the big lie with a little bit of the truth. It would be harder as Diane would have expected both Marie and Lauren to go. Since she ended up going only with Marie, Diane would be bound to be even more suspicious. Fuck, Diane herself had said Marie was sexy.
Jane resolved to send Diane a shot of them outside the club, but simply announce they had had an "OK" time. Marie was sweet and so on, but the whole event was not really her thing anymore. Be apparently open and honest, thereby lulling Diane into believing nothing happened whatsoever that would disturb their own intense relationship.
She took a while to compose the text, not so long (that would look guilty), but not too short to imply there was more to it than met the eye. Jane knew the photo would alert Diane to suggestions of infidelity. She did, after all, know Jane well enough, but equally Jane knew Diane was on the defensive herself about her reaction to Jane's job offer and the time she was spending in the city of light without her. After a good half an hour thinking how best to complete it, she sent the text off. She sat back relieved at completing this difficult task. Readers will understand that Jane has many good qualities, but her fundamental dishonesty with matters of the heart is much less attractive.
Jane arrived at the restaurant ahead of Marie, the waiter showed her to a booth. She was excited and quite nervous. It was filled with people on the way home from work, and a young crowd drinking at the bar. Jane had requested a booth out of the view of the drinkers. After five minutes she saw Marie enter and look around. Jane waved and Marie smiled and joined her.
"Hi Marie. You look yummy." Marie and she kissed and gave each other a hug. "Less goth today, Em. I like it."
Marie smiled back; her pretty face alive with the pleasure of seeing Jane. She noticed Jane's bare legs with her heeled boots as she slipped into the seat opposite. "I'm not really a goth you know, I'm more grungy, punky, if anything. I just like black."
"Like a New Yorker. I stand corrected. Well, I like black too, and I'm certainly not a goth."
"You'd look very good all in black, Jane." Marie thought she'd look hot in anything. Marie was wearing a thrillingly short, black mini with bare legs and black suede ankle boots. A thin dark gray sweater, a gold-colored chain with large links was draped around her waist. Her neck had the same black choker that she had worn at the club. She had put the ring back in her nose. If Jane hadn't wanted her already, her outfit would have changed her mind, but she did, so all it did was to increase Jane's level of desire. She wondered how she could ever have been so cool about her when they first met.
"Em, you look totally fuckable, if you don't mind me saying."
Marie gave her a seductive grin. "Well, that's great, I really hoped you think that because..."
"That's what you want me to do to you?"
"Oh Jane, yes. Times a thousand."
"Well, that's good. We can look forward to that can't we? However, I suggest we have something to eat now and then on to my apartment for what we both want."
The two women laughed, and Jane felt Marie's fingers gently caress her bare knee under the table. Jane's calf slid up Marie's. Thin boot leather against bare skin. She held Marie's other hand on the table and gave it an affectionate squeeze. "Em, you are really lovely." It was beautiful to see Marie's obvious delight when receiving Jane's compliments.
They talked as they ate. Marie told her life story, which was one of a happy home life, one brother and one older sister. Marie was studying molecular genetics and wanted to do a PhD. The older sister was about Jane's age and was in a residency program in neurology. Her brother had just graduated college.
Jane joked, "Oh. I thought I was your older sister."
Marie laughed, "Oh yeah so you are, but you're very different from my other older sister. I don't have fantasies about her which for some reason I seem to keep having about you."
"Well, that's a coincidence, cos I have all sorts of perverse dreams about you too. By the way, does your sister look like you?" Jane was grinning, imagining another version of Marie, but her age. It was a tantalizing thought.
"Stop it Jane, you're very bad. I know what you're thinking! I don't know, she resembles me, but is quite different. By the way do you have any siblings?" Jane explained she was an only child, and her father died when she was twenty-four. She had not seen her mother in ages. She felt bad about that. Marie said she was sorry, and asked whether her mother is as beautiful as her.
"Who am I to judge? She was an occasional model 30 years ago, so someone must have thought her attractive."
"If she was only half as nice looking as you, she'd still be fucking gorgeous." At that moment Marie thought Jane was incomparable. The couple at the adjoining table kept looking over at them. Marie guessed they thought so too. Jane, although liking the compliments, wished Marie were not quite so desperate to please.
Jane leant over as if to kiss her but dragged her fingers and nails slowly and very gently down Marie's toned thigh. Marie tensed in pleasure. Jane whispered, "Thank you Marie for saying all those nice things. You're making my day, and I'm sure you'll make my night too." Marie was so wet she felt as if she would have to use her napkin on the seat before they left.
Jane described her life too, and this time she was honest about it. After all, Marie knew about her sexuality, there was no need to pretend. She did not elucidate her lesbian encounters in any detail, she did not want Marie to think her a total nympo, and certainly nothing whatsoever about Leslie, but she did mention Roz, and finally came to Diane. She was thinking how Marie, Roz, and Csilla for that matter were similar in appearance. All of them total catnip for my pussy, she thought.
"What do you like about Diane, Jane?"
Jane replied in the order her thoughts tumbled out. Her body, her smile, her eyes, her mind, pretty well everything. "She's the most amazing woman I've ever met," she concluded. Marie thought to herself why, if that was the case, they were shortly going to have sex. How did that fit into the picture of Jane's obvious obsession with Diane? Since she wanted Jane more than anything she was not going to raise it with her. Still, it was mysterious. Marie enjoyed being with such a beautiful woman as Jane so much that the benefits far outweighed any concerns she had about how it was all likely to work out. She knew she was still very young, there seemed no need to become a full adult and start worrying about life too much. She herself was not exactly loyal either. She had a boyfriend, Steve, although they were keeping it low key at present until they had finished university. Marie hoped very much she was not getting too fond of Jane. She was hard to resist. Somehow, Jane's body and personality worked on her erotic imagination so much more effectively than Steve. But she also was aware that her intense feelings may well be simply because of the novelty of her having these thoughts about a woman, rather than a man.
"I think I mentioned Uncle Frank is a big fan of Diane's, so you're in good company. My uncle is very smart too."
"I'll punch his lights out if he lays a finger on her, and you can tell him if you like."
"Wow, so feisty Jane. It's very sexy."
"No, it's not, I'm a mass of indecision really, you've no idea," she paused, "I was joking. Sort of."
"Do you regret not having, um, come out earlier?"
"Em, I haven't come out, I'm just with Diane. I don't think I'll ever come out as such. What about you?"
Marie didn't know what to say, she was not in a lesbian relationship. She was about to sleep with a woman, but this would be the first time. God knows.
"I don't know, I have no experience with women, apart from what we did last Saturday. Not sure that counts." She wondered whether Diane would be ok with knowing that Jane seemed to have no issue with seducing a girl like her, when she was purportedly "with" her. Jane is a lovely woman, but this doesn't make a lot of sense to me, she thought.
"Yeah sorry, Em, you're right. Silly thing to ask." Jane wondered what would happen if her sibs found out about the two of them. Or her parents. Or Leslie, or Frank and thereby Diane.
Jane paid for dinner and outside Marie gave her a kiss, "Thanks so much for paying for me, and also for the club on Saturday. I'll pay you back. Sorry I'm a bit short right now."
"Just be my friend Em, that's all the payment I need."
"Fuck, Jane, I could kiss you again for that. I want to be your friend you should know that by now. I can't stop thinking about you. I feel a bit stupid being like this."
Jane thought Marie was way over impressed with her. She had a healthy self-regard, but even she thought Marie was taking it to extremes. It was rather embarrassing.
"Nothing silly about it, Em. I appreciate everything about you." All Jane could think about then was how best to start to make love to her. Clothes on or off? Bed or sofa? Tongue, fingers, toy? Oh god. Marie was nervous. Jane looked so desirable in her close-fitting sweater dress, her shapely body so wonderfully displayed, the strong shoulders, slim waist and the lovely curve of her slightly boyish hips and thighs. The bare flesh of her thighs and knees, and those sexy boots, tight against her shapely calves. Marie had seen Jane even more daringly attired at the club. All she could think of was how she would react when she knew that dress would come off, and she would see, full on, naked Jane. She wasn't sure she would be able to maintain any semblance of cool. Jane walked fast and Marie increased her step to catch up with her. They walked side by side, finding their way past other pedestrians. Jane appreciated that Marie was not showing tangible displays of affection for her. Unlike Csilla. Marie just felt excited and extremely nervous.
"Jane, I'm really nervous. I've never been with a woman." Jane's beautiful eyes sparkled. "Don't worry, Em, you knew what to do to me on Saturday. It's more of the same, but I'm back to normal. This time I hope to satisfy you, I'm only sorry that I failed you last time. It's only because of the drug."
"Jane, you didn't fail at all. It was wonderful."
Jane shook her head, "Thanks for saying that, anyway, we'll have much more fun this time. Come on, don't worry. Thanks for coming back with me."
"God Jane, as if I'd say no."
"I usually walk up. It's on the third floor." Jane indicated the stairs once they got to her apartment building. The lobby was empty. Marie suddenly pulled Jane close and started kissing her. "Jane, kiss me like you did at the club." They held their arms tightly around each other. Marie's fingers found Jane's zipper on the back of her dress and pulled it down. The tight top opened and Marie unclipped the black bra strap. Jane put her hand on Marie's ass, clenching the buttock. Marie lifted her leg and Jane's hand was up under her short skirt feeling the firm thigh. Marie felt like she would come right there and then, quickly, like she had in the cab after the club. Jane's tongue was pushing and probing in her mouth. "Jane, Jane, oh god yes, yes." Things were about to get very serious when the elevator door opened, and a couple stepped out. Jane and Marie tried to look innocent. Jane kept her back turned away from the people so they could not see her unzipped dress and the sight of her smooth tanned back with the unclipped bra strap.
"Good evening." The man smiled at them, holding his wife or girlfriend's hand as they walked towards the exit. Jane and Marie, trying to look relaxed replied "hello," rather comically in unison. As soon as they had gone Jane started up the stairs, the back of her dress wide open.
Inside Jane's apartment, Jane grasped the golden chain belt around Marie's waist and roughly pulled her close. Their tongues flicked hungrily in each other's mouth. Marie pulled at Jane's dress, trying to remove it. Jane helped by shaking and twisting her shoulders all the while their mouths were kept pressed together, sucking, their tongues twirling and pushing. Once the apartment door was closed, they dropped their bags on the floor. The two women kept having to avoid stepping on them as they twisted and turned, exchanging positions, as first Marie and then Jane were leaning against the door. Kissing and groping, the two lovers tussled with each other.
Now Jane was against the door and Marie was pulling off Jane's bra. Jane's breasts sprang out and she felt the cool air and Marie's hands on them, her nipples hard, erect, and thrusting.
Jane sighed, "Em, suck them, suck them!" Marie did not need to be told. She cradled each breast in turn and her lips closed around first one and then the other, her tongue caressing them and her mouth sucking. "Jane, Jane, fuck they're so lovely." Jane moaned, her magnificent body tight and hard under Marie's caressing hands. Then it was Marie's turn against the door, the top half of Jane's dress was hanging down around her waist, her thighs sliding against Marie's, pushing up her miniskirt, her fingers once again searching and now finding her black cotton panties, all the time kissing her. Jane pushed her body harder against Marie, their lips together and their tongues licking. When Jane's fingers found Marie's sex, Marie cried out in excitement and passion. "Yes, yes, Jane, oh god, yes!" Jane's thumb found her clit and felt pubic hair and wetness, then she had two fingers inside her, thrusting into the wet cavity, her thumb pivoting and twisting Marie's stiff little clitoris. Marie's head lay back against the door, her mouth open, her eyes closed in ecstasy as Jane pumped and twisted, the muscles in her strong arms bulging slightly as she brought the young girl's excitement level higher and higher. Marie writhed as Jane's fingers kept up their incessant rhythm. She thrust her mouth against Jane's and her arms were around Jane's neck. "Yes, yes!" Marie cries were loud and then she was coming, long and hard, a dribble of juice running down her thigh. She was insensible to everything for some time as Jane kept her fingers pushing in the slippery vagina, caressing, probing, and twisting, prolonging her orgasm. Marie eventually recovered and Jane held her, still leaning against the door, her lips brushing Marie's face. Their foreheads rested against each other, blue and hazel eyes locked together.
"Em, that was beautiful. You feel so good."
"Oh my god, I thought my pussy was going to fucking explode." Marie wrapped her legs around Jane's waist, and Jane carried the young girl into the living room and deposited her on the sofa. Jane started to unzip the rest of her dress.
"Mmm, yeah take it off." Marie had wanted to see Jane naked ever since their club adventure. The dress unzipped all the way to the hem, after which it just fell off her and Jane tossed it on the sofa.
Marie shook her head in amazement, "Fuck, Jane, you're in awesome shape." Although Marie knew Jane had a great body already, she was still unprepared for the effect that the almost naked woman had on her. Her body was even more extraordinary than Marie had expected with its perfection of line and complexion. She was standing there in just her sexy boots and panties, while Marie ogled her.
"Em, hello? Do you want to get my panties off?"
"That's a stupid question," she replied, hooking her fingers around the elastic, and pulling them down. Jane stepped out of them. Marie could sense the warmth and the slight scent of soap arising from the bare skin. Marie's face approached Jane's sex. She was almost clean shaven with only a small triangle of brown pubic hair.
"OMG, wow." And with those words, Marie's hands felt Jane's buttocks and her mouth made contact with Jane's vulva. She gently licked the already moist folds around the pussy. A new, wonderful experience for her. Jane moaned and she stepped closer, one leg in between Marie's thighs. Marie's finger traced Jane's slit, separating the labia, the wetness visible inside was very erotic. She was now actually seeing what she had only felt before during the cab ride home last Sunday morning. She rested her face against the slit, she smelt how aroused Jane was, and she ran her fingers up and down the back of Jane's thighs. "Oh god, Jane, you are beautiful."
Jane ran her fingers through Marie's dark hair. "Lick me Em, fuck me with your tongue." Marie's lips sucked on Jane's trim pussy. Her mouth and tongue explored within the folds of her sex and flicked over her clitoris, which felt hard and surprisingly large. She felt the thighs under her hands contract and her sighs told her she was enjoying it. Soon she began to taste Jane's wetness. Her hands were investigating Jane's perfect ass, caressing her buttocks, and her finger probed the bottom of her slit while she concentrated her tongue and lips on the clitoral area. Jane's moans got louder, which made Marie intensify her caressing and sucking. Marie grabbed Jane's hips and pulled her down onto the sofa beside her, consumed with desire.
"Oh god, I'm going to make you fucking explode. My god Jane, I can't believe it." What she found hard to grasp was that she was actually living out this fantasy right now, it was no dream. Her fantasy woman, who was completely naked except for her boots, was willing, and waiting for her to make her come. With her face in the wet groin, her fingers entered the streaming vagina. Only two weeks ago she had never even heard of Jane, now she had her in front of her waiting and wanting. It was almost too much.
"Fuck me, fuck me!" Jane's boots lifted and her thighs rested on Marie's shoulders as Marie pressed her mouth hard against the sensitive, aroused flesh. In went her fingers again. Jane's moans increased in volume. Jane saw Marie's blue eyes looking at her in between her thighs, working on her sex, wanting to taste her cum, desperate to fulfill her needs. Jane found it intensely erotic. It triggered her orgasm, she felt like she was falling from a high precipice into a place of extraordinary pleasure and release.
"Oh now, it's coming, ohhh, yes, yes!" Jane closed her eyes and pulled Marie's head hard against her crotch. The pleasure was extreme, pulsing and coursing through her pussy, making her toes tingle and almost making her lose control of her bladder. She came to looking into Marie's face, whose arms were around her thighs, her lips shiny with Jane's erotic juices.
"Wow, Jane, that was intense," she said. "That was really hot." She got up and embraced the naked woman recovering on the sofa. Jane's body felt great. Her breasts with their erect nipples, her strong legs, her wide shoulders, and graceful neck. That face. Jane was recovering her composure, her whole body seemingly tingling after the orgasm.
"Em, that was great. To think that was your first time going down on someone. I'm so honored. Thank you."
Jane put her arms around Marie, her nipples brushing against Marie's gray sweater. "You need to undress, you've way too many clothes on." Jane knelt on the sofa, and she peeled off Marie's clothes. Both the women lay on the sofa satiated for a moment. Jane pulled her boots off and then removed Marie's, so that both of them were now slumped together and completely naked on the sofa. Jane ran her fingers through Marie's hair, teasing the colored stripe in the otherwise jet-black shag.
"Fuck Jane, you are so hot, I could come just from looking at you." She put her hand on Jane's pussy, feeling its wetness.
"Is that Diane?" she asked looking at the framed picture on the sideboard. It was the same one Csilla had commented on. "Let's hope there isn't a mysterious conduit to her brain." Jane sighed and shifted her shapely legs. The pressure of Marie's hand on her sex was arousing her again. "Yes, she gave it to me, she is really stunning in that, don't you think? Sorry I don't follow what you mean, conduit and so on? Ohh Marie, you'll bring me off again if you keep doing that."
"Is that a problem, you beautiful thing?" The tips of her fingers pushed down on Jane's pussy, and she started to move them in a circle over her aroused, engorged vulva, stimulating her until she could take no more. Jane started to moan, and arousal fluid started to seep out of her slit. Marie had never seen such a sight. "Fuck, Jane, oh my god." Jane's sex was red with excitement and the fluid was wetting her lovely thighs and drops were running down her legs.
"Em for god's sake, ohh, please, make me come." Marie increased the speed of her circling hand. Then Jane came, her lithe body jumping, and her legs entwining with Marie's. She trembled and shook. Marie watched in pleasure, and she bent down, her tongue tasting Jane's sexual fluid that was flowing out in large drops from her vulva. Jane kissed Marie. "Christ Marie that was good. I wasn't expecting you to do that then, you sexy minx." Jane relaxed and she wrapped her legs and arms around her. Marie's body felt exquisitely hard and arousing.
"Sorry, but before you so rudely made me come, you were saying about that photo?"
"I was saying that it's just as well that the Diane in the picture is not transmitting what she is seeing to the real Diane now, or you might be in deep do do when she gets back."
Jane was enjoying feeling Marie's young body against hers. The picture of Diane should have stimulated her guilt, but as with all things about Diane, it seemed to just arouse her all the more. "Well, thanks for making me feel guilty. I personally think it was worth it. I hope you think so too?" Marie hurriedly assured her it most definitely was. Jane suggested they move into the bedroom. The two beautiful women, naked and with bare feet entered the room, where only a few weeks before, Csilla had masturbated over Jane, where Jane and Roz had made love many times, and where she had hoped the gorgeous Sophie would end up that night.
Marie lay down on Jane's bed. "So, this is where the famous siren Jane seduces all her huge number of conquests. I like to think of you and Diane having sex here." She lay on her side, her beautiful body a perfect foil for Jane as she stood looking at her. Diane's never been here, she thought. I really must get her to come over during the week sometime.
"You know, I have something I think you will enjoy." Jane had borrowed Diane's strapon and had brought it home precisely because she had thought about Marie and had hoped to be able to use it on her if she had the opportunity. She'd bring it back to Diane's house next time she was there. Dee wouldn't miss it in the meantime. "Close your eyes, Em, don't worry, you'll like it." Marie's eyes fluttered and then closed. There was a clattering sound as Jane retrieved the pink strapon from her drawer by the bed.
"Jane don't tease me. It'll be alright, won't it?"
"Of course, you fool, you'll love it. No, don't look." She fastened it around her waist, the straps running between her thighs stimulating her labia already. She felt the phallus' curved shape with the ball at its tip. Once she started fucking Marie, she knew the rubbing action of those slightly rough leather straps around her sex would give her almost as much pleasure as the fake penis would give Marie. That and its unique shape made it such a powerful orgasm-inducing tool for both parties.
Marie was lying on the bed still on her side with her eyes tightly closed. Her young, hard body and lovely ass and thighs seemed to glow in the soft light of the room. Her toenails were black. Jane had painted her own nails black to match Marie's for the club trip. My god, thought Jane, she is everything and even more than I hoped she'd be. Those legs. Sometimes someone is just too hot to ignore. Diane could never say that she would not do the same if given the opportunity with Marie. Jane had been given the privilege of being with this sexy girl. No one could really seriously hold her unfaithfulness against her, surely?
"Jane? Can I open my eyes?" Jane slid onto the bed and gently pulled Marie so she lay on her back. Jane straddled her. "Open sesame, Em." The pretty blue eyes opened, she looked at Jane's beautiful face, and her firm full boobs looming over her. Then she saw the phallus.
"Oh fuck, Jane, you're going to...with that?"
"Of course, yes. You'll be squirting everywhere with this." Marie and she kissed, and the penis ran along Marie's thigh as Jane lay gently on top of her, their breasts touching. Jane sat up and Marie opened her legs wider. Jane held the shaft and gently aligned it with Marie's vulva. She pushed it slowly in. Marie sighed and her thighs tensed as she lifted her ass to enhance entry. Jane resumed lying on her, the penis sliding deep inside.
"Oh, oh, Jane, it's, oh my god!"
"It seems to touch you inside in just the most amazing way, doesn't it?" Jane knew from experience.
"Oh yes, push it in, deeper, oh my god, yes." Marie's sexy smile said it all.
Jane started to move her hips, thrusting it into the young girl. Marie moaned.
"Em, that's it, relax. I'm going to fuck you so hard babe."
Marie, still smiling said, "Yeah, do it, do it!" She was already pushing up to meet the strapon as Jane got into her stride, her penetrations getting steadily more intense, her lovely round ass rising and falling with increasing speed. Marie began to moan steadily, she felt her whole abdomen was expanding and would shortly explode, the penis was stimulating something deep inside the depths of her sex, the waves of pleasure were like the first waves that arrive before a tsunami. She could sense her body would be washed away by the flood of the oncoming orgasm. Jane was in much the same state, the skin over the contracting muscles of her back was shining with perspiration and she could see the sweaty sheen on her breasts as they swung in synchrony with her thrusts. It was like trying to outrun a locomotive, her climax was approaching faster than her and there was nothing she could do to stop it.
Marie's legs grasped Jane's waist, encircling her in their shapely loveliness. "Yes, Jane, yes, I'm coming, fuck, oh now, now, now!" Jane gave a deep thrust and then both of them were lost in their climactic tsunamis and oncoming trains. Jane gasped as she felt Marie shuddering in pleasure under her. In extremis, Marie sank her teeth into Jane's neck giving her a love bite that would be with her for a week.
In the aftermath they lay sweating and panting on the bed, side by side, recovering. Marie's hand was around the phallus, playing with it idly. Jane's sexy, athletic body was shiny with sweat as she lay there contemplating how she and Marie could keep seeing each other without her losing Diane.
"Jane?"
"Yes?"
"You know what I'd like?"
"No. What?"
"I'd like to move in with you and do this every night. One night you do me, the next night I'll be fucking you. What do you think?"
"What about molecular genetics, and Steve for that matter?"
Marie was silent for a moment, "I don't suppose a girl can live by fucking alone, can she?"
"I don't think so, although I'm trying." They both laughed.
"Jane, how many girls have you had?"
Jane decided to come clean. "Not sure, um, about ten in total I would guess." She felt tired and could not be bothered to do a real mental count.
"Well, you're how old? That's how many a year? It must be great being you. You're so hot, you can get anybody you want, I would guess. You know I always liked you? When I saw you run past uncle Frank's in your sexy lycra, it affected me. You drove Lauren fucking mad. I don't think I'm a lesbian though, it's just you. Do you always have this effect on people?"
"Don't talk nonsense Em, ten is not really a lot you know. Anyway, you're just as attractive as me, so you can have lots of fun, just stay away from people who don't treat you nicely. And if you are with a boy for god's sake, make them wear a condom. I don't think I'm a great girlfriend material anyway. It's not all roses being me." Marie turned her head and kissed Jane on the cheek.
"I don't know. When I look at you now, you seem fucking perfect to me. Diane is very lucky. Will you tell her about...this?"
There was the rub, Jane did not know how to answer, or what she would do. "Shit Em, I've no idea. I can't seem to organize my personal life at all. I know one thing though I can't lose Diane."
Marie moved on top of Jane. Their naked bodies warm and sensual. Marie looked deep into Jane's eyes. She's so fucking beautiful she thought, but maybe I'm actually way clearer about my life than she is about hers. "Don't worry, Jane. I won't tell anyone about us. Certainly not Diane. We can be secret lovers. It'll be fun."
Jane smiled. "Em, thanks so much for being so understanding."
They showered and watched TV for a while. At about 11 o'clock they went to bed and slept for a few hours. At 2:00 in the morning they both were awake. Their hands sought each other's sex, and they mutually masturbated to yet another climax. They fell asleep, Jane's legs lying across Marie's. Marie's face resting against Jane's boobs.
In the morning Jane rose early as usual. She quickly dried her hair dressed in her short silk robe. She brushed her teeth. Marie came into the bathroom. She went behind Jane and put her hands inside the robe and felt her breasts. "Jane, your nipples seem to be as excited as I am."
She opened Jane's robe, "I need to set you up for the day, and to thank you for last night. You really don't need this on, do you?" Jane smiled and they kissed as her robe fell to the floor.
"Don't you have a lecture or something Em? I don't think we have time."
"I've got this, I think it'll take less than five minutes. Do you agree?" Marie held up the vibrator given to Jane by Csilla. She had looked through the drawer by the bed and picked it out.
"Em, you know I've got to be going to work in twenty minutes. We're not all layabout students like someone I could mention."
"I know, that's why this is perfect, or so I've heard. I've never used one. I thought I could see how well it works on a very hot woman of my acquaintance."
"Ok, now who would that be, I wonder?" Jane felt she didn't have the time, but naked Marie and the vibrator, how could she resist?
"Sit your beautiful bum on the sink and let me perform the experiment. I do experiments all the time at university, so I know what I'm doing." Marie's teasing flirtatiousness had already made Jane excited, so she did as she was told. Marie held Jane's thighs, knelt down and licked her slit twice. Jane stiffened as the tongue made contact. Then Marie wet her hand and splashed water over Jane's pussy. She thought that lubrication might be required. "Ready?" She said brandishing the vibrator.
"Fuck yes, Em." The vibrator buzzed and hummed as Marie pressed it against Jane's sex. Jane soon began to pant, and her own wetness started to join the water already soaking her minge.
"I think it's working, don't you? I reckon a minute or two and Jane Carter will come." Marie was laughing. Jane wanted to laugh too, but the vibrator was driving her mad. She pulled Marie close and started to kiss any part of her she could, Marie let her suck her breast and then their mouths were devouring each other. The vibrator's buzzing slowed as it was pressed harder, it's tip in between her labia. Jane was breathing heavily and moaning. The throbbing plastic tip was on her clit. She felt herself losing all control.
"Fuck, fuck, I'm coming. God Em, please. Watch out, I think I'm going to," she couldn't finish her sentence as she squirted a shower of creamy fluid over the vibrator and over Marie's hand and arm, she then gasped and trembling at the peak of her orgasm, she had another larger and much more impressive emission, the watery liquid squirting all over Marie and the bathroom floor. "Fuck, fuck, oh god, oh god, yes!" Her whole body shook and the spray from her sex arced out from her slit soaking Marie's naked stomach and legs. Her robe on the floor was soaked. Marie switched the vibrator off. She looked a little shocked, urine dripping from her stomach and breasts.
"Oh god, I'm sorry Jane, I had no idea that was going..."
"Well, I didn't know I was going to do that either. Jesus, I'm fucking soaked. I'm going to shower. Got to get rid of all this."
Marie apologized again, embarrassed. She stayed in the bathroom as Jane showered, watching that amazing body turning under the stream of water through the transparent shower curtain, "Jane, I hope you don't think I'm weird, but that was about the sexiest thing I've ever seen."
"It's much sexier when it's all my white cum, not the pee, but I guess you really got to me. I'm usually not into golden showers." Marie cleaned up the mess as best she could. She found the whole thing really turned her on. My god, watching Jane spray like that. Fucking amazing. She was having such a great cum.
Jane stepped out of the shower, her divine body wet and wonderful.
"I've really got to get dressed. If you hurry, we can walk to work and you can catch a bus. Come on Em, you'd better get clean too.
They walked briskly as Jane was late, Marie had a lecture at 10:00, so was in no particular hurry. She was wearing the same clothes as the night before. Jane, although a bit stressed for time, enjoyed watching Marie's sexy walk. Jane was dressed more demurely today, in stylish slim-fit pants, low heels, and a male-like vest over her sleeveless blouse. The walk took them 20 minutes. Marie had hoped to chat and joke more on the walk, but the ejaculation episode had made Jane late, so she walked very quickly. Marie didn't mind really. To see Jane squirt had been well worth it.
At the bus stop Jane stopped and embraced Marie. Marie gushingly thanked her. Jane and she kissed. Not quite an asexual goodbye, but not without some sensuality.
"Jane, thanks for everything. You've been a revelation. I knew you would be."
"You're so lovely Marie, we must do it again. I'll be thinking about you."
Marie wanted to say something about the sex, but there were a lot of people about. She put her arms around her and kissed her again. She whispered, "You'll always be my fantasy."
Jane watched her get on the bus, all sexy legs, and heeled booties. She does have a lovely body, she thought. Then the bus drew off.
"Who was that?" Jane started at the voice in her ear. Judy smiled at Jane, but it wasn't really a friendly smile, it was more a knowing, suspicious one. Jane flushed but recovered quickly. She smiled her wonderful smile which most find delightful. Judy, however, was an exception to the rule. She thought she knew all about Jane and people like her. Too pretty by half.
"Oh she's..." fuck, who shall I say it is? Jane's mind raced.
"A young friend of yours I assume?" The way she said young friend made it sound like it was criminal to have one.
"Judy, if you must know, she's my younger sister. She's visiting me. It's no biggie. You coming?" Judy looked as though she didn't believe it. There was a mark on Jane's neck. Was that some kind of bite? Judy tried to think what it could be.
"I'll be there in a minute; I'm getting a coffee."
Jane smiled again, "OK, I'll see you inside."
Jane could have kicked herself. I'm such a fool, she thought. I should have been more careful so close to work. Why oh why did this have to happen? And Judy of all people. If anyone else had seen her it would be easy to smooth talk them, apart from Roz, or Diane, of course. Fuck, what if Judy lets it drop to any of them? The only person who knows I'm an only child is Dee. Suddenly she felt she might be sick. Diane might guess immediately that Jane had been cheating on her. If Judy described Marie, then Diane, surely, might put two and two together. She'd know she had been unfaithful and with Marie. Combined with the trip to the club, Diane would surely know that Jane was a cheat and a liar. Oh God.