Jane's Encounters: Jane and Diane
Published on Sep 14, 2021, Revised Jan 2025
By Christine Oram
Copyright Christine Oram 2021, 2025.
It is best to read these stories in order as there is a continuous narrative, albeit a different episode each time.
After she got back from her adventures with Sarah and Christine, Jane slept for about 12 hours, her mind a riot of emotions. Sexually she felt exhausted, emotionally she was conflicted. She wanted Sarah with a passion, but had had to leave, maybe never to see her again.
Then there was Christine. She had had no idea Chris felt like that about her. Jane was not sexually interested in Christine and Chris' fingering of her under the table had been totally unexpected. She had not known how to react. Nevertheless, Jane was amenable to flattery, and the thought that she had so aroused Chris that, unbidden, she would touch her up had excited her, so she had let her continue. After that, she had got a sexual kick out of teasing her and letting her fuck her again and again. That dildo sure did feel good. Then there was the obvious fantasy fulfillment she was giving Chris when she made her squirt. She couldn't help but feel gratified that she had such an effect on her. That, in itself, was a big turn on. It boosted her self-confidence, that was for sure. However, Chris' constant apologies, and her puppy dog eyes irritated her, as she knew she could not reciprocate. Jane knew that any prolonged contact with her would make her feel like she was drowning in syrup. Jane's rather stupid playfulness with her mom was to annoy Chris, and to somehow punish Chris for wanting her. With any luck it might help her realize there was no hope for her dream of the two of them together. As to why Jane had no interest in Christine, she couldn't say. She was pretty, no question, but she felt no spark to get her interested. Sad, but true.
Sarah, though, now that was a different matter. A walking sex explosion. Jane got excited just thinking of her sexy walk and those legs and that ass. Jane wondered what she would be prepared to do to be with her. Was it possible? She really knew nothing about her. She looked at the card Sarah had given her. Fuck, she thought, I don't even know her. If she got the job, she could move and maybe they could get together, perhaps even permanently. The thought thrilled her. On the other hand, if she moved, there would always be Christine and her mom. They might eventually meet, unplanned on the street or somewhere, and it would get more complicated. Oh god, that would be painful. Then there was the whole idea of moving back closer to home --that was not so appealing either.
Jane's thoughts tumbled in her mind, repetitively revisiting what had happened, constantly examining, and reexamining her feelings ad nauseam about both Sarah and Christine. She almost managed to convince herself that she had been simply altruistic by letting Christine have her. Then she thought; who cares really? I got some great comes out of it, and Christine got the mother of all orgasms. I really made her spray. Jane's vanity was flattered to think that she could make someone do that. Then she would think of Sarah, knowing that she may never see her again, her emotions oscillating between sexual arousal and depression.
There were three texts from Roz, and one from Sarah. She clicked on Sarah's and almost died. Sarah had sent her a picture of herself taken in the mirror dressed in fishnets, a micro mini, a leather bustier, showing her bare midriff, and ridiculously high platform heels. Her tits were thrust forward, and she was smiling, her gray eyes wide with laughter. In the background she could make out a man in another room.
The text said, "I thought I'd put these on for you, I never wear them all at once, only individually, but thought I'll put them all on together, just because I'm thinking of you, and thought you'd like it. Still thinking of our night, putting this on makes me want you really bad! Send me a shot of you please, I need to..." A few minutes passed and then another text arrived with the words, "...come over you."
Jane smiled and texted a reply, "Don't tease me, it hurts! I'll send a photo. I really want to be with you, although not sure I could stand the heat!" She added some happy emoticons. Jane knew that there must be someone in Sarah's life. No one who looked like her could be single. Lucky bastard, she thought. Perhaps it was the man in the photo. She wanted to ask who he was but held off in case she actually found out. She sent another text, "I'll feel really upset if there is someone else who gets to have you!" A crying emoticon was sent with it. Jane waited for a reply but saw that Sarah's text had been sent 45 minutes ago. Too late, she must be out doing something. Escorting her next client or worse. Maybe some creepy client had his hands on beautiful Sarah already.
She opened Roz's texts. Two asked her where she was and wanted her to text her back; both had been sent before she had gone to sleep. Jane had guessed Roz would text her as soon as she got back, but she had not switched on the phone to avoid feeling she had to answer them. She had not decided whether to be honest about her trip. She hated lying, but it would be easier than telling her she had fallen in love with an unobtainable, sexy escort. She thought she might tell her about her adventures with Christine, but then considered how she would react herself if Roz admitted having a fling with an old friend, even if it meant nothing. She decided that perhaps it would be better to let sleeping dogs lie. Oh god, why is everything so complicated?
The third text from Roz told her that they were going to a local bar after work and hoped she could come. She finished the text with, "I've missed you". Jane was touched, the whole tone of the message indicating that Roz really wanted her. After her doubts about their relationship she had had on occasion, it was quite sweet. She thought that she couldn't tell her about Sarah and Chris, she'd be so upset, so she'd have to lie. She was not proud of herself. She texted back that she would go and added an "I love you" at the end. Neither of them had ever said this to each other, in the sense of meaning love not sex. Now she had. As of now, she did love Roz - well at the very least, she loved her body. She tried not to think of that photo from Sarah. Readers will remember her strong feelings about Sarah. Clearly for Jane, love is not monogamous.
Neither Jane nor Rosario had been to any of the bar socials the others at work had organized, mainly because they happened on Friday, and that was one of the two nights in the week when Roz came over to Jane's. Only a few of the younger work colleagues went, and usually none of the managers. Both Jane and Roz thought that, as the people who usually went to these things were younger than them, they might not fit in so well, although Jane did not know how old Roz was. There were three young guys in particular who apparently hung out together a lot. They had arrived a month or two after Jane, straight from college. By then she and Roz were together. Roz had said they were nice guys, and very friendly. Jane said she wasn't surprised they were friendly, saying "You've no idea how you are a young man's perfect, wet dream."
Roz laughed. "Fuck off, don't give me that shit."
"No really, you are. I should know, you were, and are, mine."
"Well, you never talk to them. They think you're snooty."
Jane grimaced. "Really? Oh god, I'm not, am I?"
"Not really, but you're in a different league. I mean those boys can talk to the stupid, older, Spanish chick - that's me - but you, Jane, well that's a different thing altogether."
"Why?" Jane expressed surprise, but she had realized that it was true she had barely said anything to them, although she often would drop in to see Roz in her office, swishing past their cubicles. Roz had given her a somewhat exasperated look, "Eres sexy, pero estúpido a veces."
"What?"
"Oh nothing. Forget it, preciosa." Jane had ended up none the wiser.
Jane was now committed to going, so she showered, washed her hair, and did her nails. Naked in the bathroom of her apartment she applied a touch of mascara and dark berry red lipstick. Then, unusually for her, she put a dab of scent on too. She wondered what to wear. The thought of Sarah and her photo had already aroused her. Memories of her cinema experience suddenly swept over her. Those sexy girls. Oh my god, that had been something, she thought. After putting on her panties, she got out the gray minidress she had worn back then. She paired the dress with a pair of green satin open toe stiletto sandals. Although these were not the shoes she had worn during her cinema adventure, the association and the feel of the dress brought it all back.
She took a few shots of herself in the mirror, one with her holding up the hem of the dress to show her white underwear, and texted them to Sarah with the words, "Thinking of you in that outfit. I can't match it, but will this do?" The reply came about two minutes later. "Love it! You look gorgeous. Mouthwatering. Got to go. Hope to talk later."
Looking at Sarah's photo and reading the text made her want to masturbate, but she resisted the urge, it was 6:30 and she knew that the others would have started drinking an hour earlier. Better get there quick.
She arrived outside the bar to find Roz talking with one of their colleagues, Jody, who was a pretty young woman who worked on a different floor to them. They turned and greeted Jane, both Jody and Roz grinned at her. Jody looked impressed. "You look stunning, love the dress. Very sexy." Jane thanked her, smiling back at them both. Jody excused herself and said, "See you inside."
Roz came over and she and Jane embraced. "Fuck Jane, you look hot, Jody's right -- that dress, wow." Jane kissed her on the cheek, and Roz returned it, kissing her briefly on the lips, her hand on Jane's ass.
Jane lowered her voice conspiratorially, "You look pretty hot yourself, I love your leggings." Rosario looked as though she'd just come from the gym. Black, leather-look, shiny, high-waisted leggings showed off her great legs and ass, her sleeveless vest revealing her toned arms. Together with her mass of curly brown hair, Jane wondered why she had ever considered anyone else. Her passion for her was revived, not that it had been seriously diminished despite all her fantastical thoughts about Sarah.
Their faces met again, and Roz's mane of hair mingled with Jane's spectacular long waves that fell over her shoulders and back. "Jane, I've missed you so fucking much, but it's worth it to see you in this dress." She pulled the tight material, kissed Jane again and whispered. "I'm stripping it off you later, if you'll let me." Jane laughed. "Come on. Let's get a drink."
Roz enjoyed the view of Jane's ass as she walked into the bar, stepping carefully in her stilettos. The bar was not full, but there was a good hubbub of voices. Jane recognized and counted about ten of her work colleagues, more men than women. She made a point of smiling at the three dudes she and Roz had exchanged views on previously. They grinned enthusiastically at her. She went over and gave each of them a kiss on the cheek. She was gratified to see that it obviously gave them a real kick. Roz must have got to know them better than when they had last talked as she seemed to be flirting with them. Laughing, she said. "Now Jane's kissed you, you won't want poor old me."
The three men all responded in good humor. "Not true," "No, you'll always be top of my heart's desire," and "Well, what did you expect? You're nothing to us anymore," coupled with boozy laughter. One of the guys, John, asked Jane what she'd like to drink. The resulting vodka and tonic slipped down nicely and she, Roz, and the young men were soon chatting away. Jane could see they had the hots for Roz, and she lapped up the attention, with lots of touching, flicking of hair, leg crossing, and shifting in her seat, which gave them lots of views of her tantalizing legs in those leggings. They were very funny, and Jane laughed a lot as the drinks came and went. Jane wondered why Roz was flirting so obviously with them. She had to admit she was too, although not nearly as much as Roz. Both of them were enjoying the attention they were getting from the three oversexed guys. John asked if Jane wanted to go and see a movie after they finished here. He was quite drunk and had had to pluck up the courage to ask her. Jane let him down gently by making up an excuse.
About ten minutes later, Phil, Jane hoped that was his name as she had been calling him this for some time, asked her whether she liked Thai food. She said she did, which naturally led him to ask her out afterwards. After he had done so he added, "Don't take this the wrong way, but you're super attractive. Well, I think so anyway."
Jane liked him and thought him really good looking, so she leant over and put her hand on his wrist and said, "Phil, you're funny; why would I take it the wrong way? What is the wrong way to take it anyway? In my book there's nothing wrong with complimenting a girl, and I thank you." Phil decided then and there that Jane was the woman for him. "Thai? Yeah, I'd like that. Let's ask the others." She asked the group whether they all wanted to go for dinner. The three guys acted nonchalantly, but inside they were thrilled. The two best-looking girls in the office, if not the whole fucking world.
Roz, who had been high intensity flirting, looked daggers at Jane for a second. She wanted Jane for herself tonight. Roz moved next to Jane and whispered, "Why did you agree about dinner? Fuck it, I want you tonight." She was quite drunk.
Jane was not delighted at Roz's flirting and whispered sharply in her ear. "Come on, you've been playing with them all evening, don't get pissed at me. You told me to be nice to them anyway. I'd hate to be thought snooty." Roz showed no recognition at Jane's "snooty" comment. Jane was irritated with her, and her excessive, damned come-ons to the boys. John and Phil exchanged smiles, observing the two women talking to each other very closely. Both of them were thinking how extraordinarily attractive they were. "You're not snooty, chica, but fucking inconsiderate sometimes," Roz said quietly.
Jane was slightly intoxicated and her annoyance at Roz's excessive flirtatiousness and her last comment brought out an uncharacteristic flash of anger. "Don't fucking chica me. I need a break from you otherwise I'll scream."
Roz saw her anger and jealousy, but she was too drunk to control herself. "You're beautiful when you're angry," she muttered smiling.
Jane's emotions now welled up and, her brown eyes flashing, she announced to the others, "I need a change guys, we'll meet up later, ignore Ms. Rodriguez, she's hammered."
The young men looked sheepish. "Uh, OK," said Pete, the third guy. Jane moved across the room. Four sets of eyes followed her toned body, perfectly displayed in the short, tight dress.
"What'd you say to her?" John asked, looking at Roz.
"I dunno, perhaps she was jealous," she said. She was annoyed at herself, she'd now screwed up being with her beautiful girl, and all because she was trying too hard to be popular. She knew that although these guys really liked her, she also sensed they liked Jane too and wanted her to stay. "Sorry y'all," Roz shrugged, "I think I blew your chances there. Me and my big mouth."
"I don't get it. Why'd she go?" Phil tried to mask his obvious disappointment.
"Yeah, she's hot for starters," muttered Pete.
"Too right there. Not that you aren't Roz, of course," John said.
"She'll be back, don't worry guys. Now which one of you is going to buy me a drink?" Roz hoped it was true, but she felt that she had made a poor choice by not immediately making up with Jane. Still, she thought, why the hell did she ask them to go to dinner. This was meant to be their night, just Jane and her. She'd been so looking forward to it too.
Jane saw Jody at the bar talking to two women she didn't know. Jody introduced her to Judy, who was a middle-aged woman, an associate working in client services. "I saw you arriving for your interview before we hired you," she said on being introduced. Jane remembered Roz had said something about her once but couldn't remember what. Judy seemed unimpressed with Jane; not hostile, but not friendly either. Jane decided to write her off as someone too close to retirement, and too unhappy with life to be worth worrying about.
"And this is Diane, she's Ms. client services. She works with all our top clients. She's been everywhere and has done everything. I'm surprised you haven't met already." Jane had noticed her earlier. To Jane, she was way more interesting than Judy, in fact at that moment she was about the most interesting person in the room to her.
"Wow, your hair is...fantastic." Jane gushed, "Sorry. I'm Jane. I just love your hair." The woman was tall, slim, and in exceptionally good shape. In a close fitting, knee-length, dark-red dress, black hose, and black, heeled pumps. Nice shapely calves too, she thought. Her hair was deep brown, almost black, but it had light, flecked, highlights. It looked great on her. Jane guessed that when she was younger, she would have been breathtakingly stunning. High cheekbones, light-green, hypnotic eyes. Jane found her extraordinarily sexy. Her voice was like butter. "Hello Jane, I've heard a lot about you. It's so very nice to meet you. Would you like a drink?" Jane gave her a big smile and flicked her hand through her long brown hair and replied that she would love one.
Diane took her hand in hers. Jane was surprised, but somehow it seemed natural. Her hands were well manicured, and her touch was gentle but equally somehow gave Jane feelings of security and a hint of sexual pleasure.
"Would you like to sit? We can go over here." Leaving Jody and Judy, they walked to a booth away from the bar chatter. Jane looked enviously at Roz laughing with the guys. Jane wanted her bad. Jane and Diane had a good view of her and the guys at the bar. Jane noticed a few other colleagues in deep conversation at other tables.
Diane smiled and they chattered about work. Jane liked her. She was extremely easy to talk to. They got around to talking about more personal things. Diane asked if she was married, although she saw she didn't have a wedding ring, but this means little these days, she thought. Jane told her usual narrative; boyfriend breaking up with her because of wealthy rival girlfriend, her feelings of bitterness and so on. All so well-rehearsed and plausible. True as far as it went, but, of course, not the whole story.
Diane listened intently. Her green eyes fixed Jane's. Jane was a little nervous. She felt Diane was trying to tell her something.
"Sorry, Diane. I'm probably boring you. You know I'm not interesting or fascinating." Jane assumed Diane would find her boring. After all, Diane apparently had been everywhere and had done everything, while she had been nowhere and done even less. She certainly looked the part.
"Oh no Jane, not at all. You are way too modest. I'm not any more interesting than you. I got married at twenty-one, I've two children, and then two years ago my husband got a fatal aortic dissection, and that was it. He was only fifty-two. I'm on my own now."
"I'm really sorry, that's so sad. Maybe you'll find someone else if you want someone that is."
"Oh no, I'm OK. I don't want to go down that road again, once was enough."
"Oh sorry, I meant..."
"No, it's OK, don't worry about me, but what about you? I think you need someone, although maybe you have someone already?" Jane was about to make something up about a boyfriend, but she suddenly realized that Diane would probably be able to tell if she was lying. There was something that made her think she was holding something back.
"Well, there's no one really at present."
"What about Rosario Rodriguez? I think she may be important to you."
Jane blushed. Am I so obviously a dyke? She thought to herself. Diane smiled; her green eyes were really striking. "Don't worry, I'm not clairvoyant or something, but I saw you with her before you came in."
"Sorry, I don't know what you saw, but..." Jane stammered in embarrassment.
"Relax, Jane, I'm not judging. The way you kissed each other, and her hand, um, on your butt. I've been around enough to know the signs, it's not hard to see. I was young once too."
"Yes, sorry. Yes, I do like Roz...a lot." They both looked over at Roz sitting on her stool. Fuck she is sexy thought Jane. Her hand was resting on her right thigh as she was talking energetically to John. Jane was thinking how she wanted her hand to be there, touching her, feeling her leg. Why the fuck is she flirting? And why was I? Neither of us are really into men.
"Well, between you and me, I don't blame you. She is a very sexy girl." Diane said matter of factly. "If I was younger, I may well have wanted to kiss her too. No, correction. I would have made it a point to kiss her, just like you did."
"Well Diane that's a surprise. Are you trying to seduce me, or something, you fox?" Jane knew the signs.
Now it was Diane who was embarrassed. "Oops. Was I that obvious?"
Jane laughed, tossing her hair. "I don't know. Do you make it a habit to try it on with women you meet at work?" There was no rancor in Jane's question. Jane had begun to appreciate a lot of things about this beautiful older woman.
"My apologies Jane, I meant nothing by it, but no I truly don't. I guess I made an exception with you. Now please forgive me in advance for saying this, but you are very beautiful. There I've said it. It is an objective statement. Take what you want from it." Diane's amused smile was warm.
Jane was a little surprised, but in no way was offended by her words. From a woman like Diane a compliment like that felt rather special.
"Well, thank you Diane. I think you look gorgeous. I'm thirty, and still unwilling to come out, and without anyone special, as Roz seems to have rejected me tonight."
"For your information, I'm forty-three. I have to do this highlighting to stop me feeling old."
"I don't care. I'd be glad to look like you when I reach forty-three." Jane realized she was a bit aroused, despite the drink. Diane had a great figure. "I think you're beautiful." Once she said it, she felt wetness in her groin.
"Now who's doing the seduction?" Diane laughed. "You're very kind to lie so convincingly. I think you should stop before you get Rosario jealous." Roz was looking at them. Jody and Judy had joined the crowd over there.
"Fuck, she looks hot when she's pissed." Jane said, feeling aroused, annoyed, and drunk.
"No argument from me there. About all her teasing, does she swing both ways? If so, you may have something to worry about? Just look." Jane felt sick, John was kissing Roz, his arms around her. Her toned arms were around his neck and their lips stayed together far longer than could possibly be anything other than sexual. Diane held Jane's hand under the table. Her grip was firm. "I'm really sorry. Affairs of the heart, they are so difficult sometimes."
"I don't know with Roz; we've only been together a short time. I know so little about her. Fuck, maybe she's bisexual or something." Jane wanted to leave; she couldn't take it. John and Roz were now standing up. His hand was on her pert ass, her buttocks clearly defined under the black, shiny leggings. Jane wondered if she was wearing underwear. Jane felt another surge of anger and jealousy aimed at both of them.
Diane could see her beautiful companion was in distress, she felt bad for her. She put her hand on Jane's bare thigh. "Jane, dear, you're worth a thousand Rosarios. Don't let her upset you. I know her a little, I think she's trying to get to you. It's not real. She told me once she thinks you are the most amazing woman she's ever met. I didn't realize she meant it in that way. I had no idea that you two were...um...together." Her hand was warm on Jane's leg. The flesh was firm, and it felt good. "For what it's worth, I think you are amazing too."
Jane suddenly wanted to kiss Diane, but then she thought of the inevitable gossip it would engender among everyone. She also suddenly felt vulnerable and on the verge of doing something stupid with Diane just to spite Roz. "Jesus, Diane, can you stop coming on to me? I really don't need it right now."
The hand left her leg. Diane looked hurt. "Sorry, I wasn't actually. I'd better shut up."
Jane stood up, a little unsteadily. The dress clung to every curve, her breasts perfect, her strong arms, and her heart-stopping legs in their stiletto sandals. Roz twisted and fixed her eyes on Jane. Jane bent down, and gave Diane a peck on the cheek, Jane's ass, sticking out as she bent down, was erotic and enticing. Diane could smell her scent. "Bye bye, Diane. Lovely to meet you. I can't take any more tonight, it's all too much. See you Monday."
"Jane, sorry if you thought I was..."
"No really, it's OK. I know you were only trying to be nice. I don't mind." Jane knew nothing of the sort, but it was true she didn't mind. Clutching her bag, Jane walked swiftly out of the bar, saying goodbye to Jody who was at the door. The air was delightfully cool on her bare arms and legs. She walked down the sidewalk for a few minutes, and then heard someone shout, "Jane, wait up!"
It was Phil, he was breathing heavily. He touched her bare shoulder. "Jane, what about Thai? You're not really leaving, are you? Why?"
Jane didn't know what to say. I'm having a childish tiff with my girlfriend, so I can't eat with you all, is what she should have said, but of course she couldn't. "We really want you to come with us. You suggested it. Please come back. Won't you?" Phil's voice was pleading.
"Is it just you who wants me or is it all of you?" she asked. Phil was now lost for words. They all wanted her back, but he knew something had happened between Roz and her. He really wanted her to come back. She looked so glamorous just standing looking at him. "Well, I really, really want you to come. I've been looking forward to it ever since you suggested it. The others too; even Roz wants you." Jane knew the boys wanted her, but "even Roz" made it sound like Roz had not actually said so.
"Phil, nothing personal, but I'm having a bad night, I can't make it this time: sorry I asked you and then becoming a total no show." Jane's voice was honey. "I don't know, I just don't think I can take it tonight." Phil could listen to her all day. "It's really nothing to do with you or the others. I like you all. Roz is fun. You'll have a good time without me."
"Jane, please change your mind, I'll come clean your office every day in return." They both laughed. "Please, please; as you can tell, I, I mean we, all really like you."
Jane smiled, a warm feeling flowing over her. It was nice to be liked. She kissed him on the cheek. "I like you too, but I really gotta go. Tell everyone I'll see them on Monday." Phil gave up and looked on sadly as Jane called a cab. He rushed and opened the door for her. He admired, once again, her amazing, long, bare legs as she slid into the cab.
She said, "Thanks, you're a gentleman." Her smile was intoxicating. Phil wanted to kiss her, but of course he didn't. He smiled wanly and closed the door. The cab sped off rather quickly and she was home in 20 minutes. Phil had to go back to the bar and explain that he had failed in his mission. They would all be mad at him. In truth, if Rosario had come out and said what he said, Jane probably would be with them now and he knew it.
At home, Jane kicked off her shoes and lay on her bed. A bad night. Roz should be with her now, and yet both were pissed at each other. Jane didn't understand. Was Roz interested in John? Was she bisexual? Was she going to go back with him? The thought of her with John infuriated Jane. She knew that Roz wanted her, she had said she wanted her tonight. Why the flirting? She had only asked them all for dinner, it wasn't like she asked them to her bed. The thought of John's hands on Roz's breasts and ass, or worse case, his dick inside her, positively hurt Jane. Maybe she should have succumbed to Diane's seduction. She now rather wished she had gone back with her or brought her here. She was older, but extremely attractive. Am I becoming interested in older women? She thought of Sophie. Sophie was a total knockout irrespective of age. Diane surely was the same. She thought of Diane's hair, and those green eyes, and her calves in their black hose with her sexy, black heels, the curve of her hips through her dress. She thought, OK, I like her. So what? All this didn't alter the fact that she thought Roz, fucking child that she is, was sexier than anyone she knows, apart from Sarah, of course. She leaves Diane in the shade. Still, she tried to imagine Diane naked. She felt her pussy moistening up.
She heard a text arrive. She hoped it would be an apology from Roz, but no. She opened it, and at first had no idea who it was from. Then she saw it finished with "Diane". Fuck, won't that woman leave me alone? The message said:
"Jane. Really sorry to drive you away. I was going to suggest dinner. I liked our chat. Sorry you thought I had other interests in mind but honored that you confided in me. After you left (I was going to write "stormed out", but that seems too strong). I went over and asked Roz, innocently -- I didn't tell her I knew about you two, why you and she seemed to have fallen out (from being such friends I meant). I can tell you she looked very unhappy with me and my question. She said something like, what does she see in you? To which I replied I didn't know what she was talking about, I've only just met you. She gave me her famous scowl and said that I was a lying perra or puta or something. She was loud and John heard her say it to me. I tore her off a strip for that. She apologized after John and the others stepped forward to defend what I said. Anyway, without giving anything away about you and her, I got the impression that she's really unhappy about it all. The guys with her seemed to be totally in the dark as to what and why you two had fallen out. All I can say, if it's any consolation, is that she clearly wished it had all never happened. I'd say she was acting a part with John (didn't I say that?} to somehow get back at you for not being with her, but of course I don't know. She didn't seem very happy that John defended me. That may be because he thought I was right, or because he knows he better be nice to me work-wise, whereas the lovely Roz is, to tread delicately, less important. So that's it. I bet you are steaming and sad at home right now. Tell me to stop interfering and I will, but I really enjoyed talking with you. I'd come over if you want and we can have a talk etc. but you probably think I'm just after some younger meat. Not guilty, your honor! I hope we can still be friends on Monday. I'll say no more. I'll wait and see if you want to talk to me again, so I won't make the first move. If that's it and you decide you want nothing more to do with me, then I understand. I may be older than you, but I remember being your age. I'm also wary of being charged with sexual harassment. Truly not my intention, as I hope you know."
Jane read the text many times. Half of her wanted Diane to come over immediately, the other half said she was easy prey at a time like this. She resisted and replied, with her real thoughts not included:
"Diane, you fox. You're not old, just experienced..." She felt her pussy contract when she wrote that. My god I'm such a tart, she thought, "...thx for the text. So nice that you tried to work it out with Roz for me..." She really is lovely, isn't she? "...but you needn't have bothered, she'll do what she wants. Frankly, I don't care anymore..." Yes, I fucking do care! "...She can be as childish as she likes because I won't be there for her." Diane's information about John had not helped. She continued, "I'll probably speak to you again, maybe even on Monday, if you're lucky. Just don't put your hand on my thigh again, or all your protestations of innocence will have been wasted."
Jane was about to touch send, when she thought better of it and removed the last clause about her thigh. She thought, fuck, what's got into me? I'm my own worst enemy.