Jane's Encounters: Jane visits Diane-2
It is best to read these stories in order as there is a continuous narrative, albeit a different episode each time.
Jane finished dressing and descended the elegant staircase into the large kitchen. Diane was standing with her back to her looking out the window, a cup of coffee in her hand. Jane stopped and admired her. She had on a sage green, sleeveless, summer midi dress, and heeled cork sandals with black suede straps. She looked utterly beguiling. That figure. Jane took a few steps and Diane swung round.
"Hello, beautiful, I hope you slept well?" Diane's smile was warm and genuine. Jane kissed her gently on the lips and whispered in her ear, "I missed you when I woke up." They both knew what she meant by that. "You look lovely today, though, so that makes up for it."
"You always look good, Jane."
"Dee, do you have any other shoes I could wear? These are, well, you know, to impress, rather than comfort."
"You can try those mules over there. They should fit you, although I like seeing you in your sexy spikes. Get yourself breakfast, there's cereal. I can rustle up eggs..."
"Thanks, Dee. Cereal's good for me." The kitchen was large and opened on to the sitting room. The sectional where they had fucked the night before was just as it was. Jane smiled at the memory. Diane joined her at the kitchen table. Their knees made contact as she sat down. Diane's cleavage was distracting Jane as she added milk to her coffee. Diane patted Jane's bare thigh. "That was some night, wasn't it?" Her green eyes were looking at the sectional. They both laughed, they realized they were having the same thoughts.
"You, Diane Wertheimer, are fucking amazing, you know that?"
"You know I'm thinking of going back to my maiden name."
"Oh, what is it?"
"Angelini. My family were from Argentina. Presumably, Italian further back." Jane responded that Diane Angelini sounded much sexier than Diane Wertheimer, but added flirtatiously, that she needed no help to be sexy.
"Are you thinking of Roz?" Diane asked.
"Actually no, not at all. I probably should be, but I'm not. I'm just thinking of you." Diane lent forward and they kissed. Diane's hand brushed Jane's hair. "You're beautiful, Jane, you really are." Jane half stood up and put her arms around Diane's shoulders and started to undo the buttons on the back of her dress. She was about to move to be next to her when she heard movement in the other room. Diane whispered apologetically, "Irma. Sorry, she comes on Saturdays too, she's..." Jane sat down. That fucking Irma, she thought.
"I know, she came up to see me in your bedroom, I was almost naked."
Diane's eyes widened, "She did? That's strange, why'd she do that, I wonder?"
"You tell me. I think she's weird." She was going to ask about their argument in German but decided not to. "I guess she knows about us?" It seemed strange to say "us," as if they had been together for a long time.
"Yes. She doesn't approve."
"Is it any of her business, really? Sorry Dee, but she weirds me out, she brought the strapon back." Diane smiled, and they both giggled. Diane looked slightly embarrassed. "That's funny I can't imagine her even holding it, I didn't mean to leave it out for her to see. Sorry, Janie, we had a bit of a, how shall I say this, "a forthright exchange of views," about you, but she is always on my case about something. She thinks I'm completely immoral."
"She's probably in love with you, or something." Jane found it strange to hear a stunning woman like Diane seemingly cowed by a prudish girl, younger than Jane. Diane made a face. "You don't think so, do you? Oh my god it's not possible." Diane whispered, "She's completely asexual as far as I can tell, but she does seem to have taken a dislike to you for some reason."
Jane hated people not liking her, so this was upsetting. Diane laughingly spoke what both were thinking. "Well, she either loves me, or you, and is jealous, or, and this is what I'm going for, she disapproves of lesbians, actually any sex at all for that matter, so she thinks you, me, or both of us, are appalling human beings and we'll soon be suffering in the deepest pit of hell."
Irma suddenly appeared, complete with a dustpan and brush, a picture of domesticity. Diane and Jane both started to laugh, but they managed to suppress it. Irma looked such a picture of a frumpy peasant girl it was painful. She was so young too. Jane had to admit she was not bad looking, but her dress sense and her personality were not helping her even a little.
"Hello, again, Irma," Jane said brightly. Diane just smiled.
"Hello, Jane. Diane, ich muss zu Haus, entschuld...sorry, I have to do some work for college. I will return in the pm for the pool."
"Ok, gut, komm hier" Irma approached, and Diane kissed her on the cheek. "See you later, Irma. We'll both be here when you get back. But if you want skip today you can."
"Oh no, that would not be right. I will return." She smiled, looking embarrassed, and left the room. Diane and Jane looked at each other, amused at Irma's otherworldliness.
"See what I mean? The girl needs some serious help, to become a modern woman. That's the main reason I agreed to help her." Jane nodded, "Yep, she's a strange one all right, I hope it all works out. You know, she looked at me when she came into the bedroom, as if she was sizing me up for something, but not in a good way. It was weird." Jane did not mention asking her for completely unnecessary help putting on her bra.
Diane laughed, "Oh my god Jane, if that what was worrying you. I'd stop right there. She stares at me if I show too much cleavage, or too much leg, wear heels, or even hint at having date. She probably almost died looking at you in your undies. Fuck, I would too, and I don't have many sexual hang ups left, while she has a whole mass of them. Still, it's strange she went into the bedroom. It was like she actively wanted to see you. Normally she's just a bit grumpy, and a little passive aggressive, and very respectful of personal space. Perhaps she fancies you, despite herself. Oh my, Jane, perhaps you have another conquest?"
"Stop it Dee, I think she's weird, you should have seen her staring. It was quite unsettling."
"I could have a word with her."
"God no. Now I'm embarrassed. I'll be diplomatic, if necessary, but I plan to avoid her."
"No, it's my house. I'll tell her to keep her distance. I'll make sure she's not here when you come again."
Jane got up and maneuvered herself behind Diane, then, undoing more buttons of Diane's dress, her hands slid under and squeezed her large breasts. "Thanks, I want to be with you, you've no idea how much." A few more buttons were undone, and Jane unclipped Diane's bra. Her fingers squeezed her hard nipples. "Oh Dee, you are so fucking sexy. All I want is you, every sexy piece of you. You like this?" Diane groaned as Jane's fingers caressed her breasts. "Oh yes, don't stop." Jane kissed Diane's neck, her hands cupping and squeezing her large boobs. She wanted Diane, her desire strong. Diane's body, so perfectly designed for sex, was making her tremble with excitement. Diane got up and twisted so she faced Jane, they kissed, Diane unzipped Jane's skirt. Jane felt under Diane's dress, fingers running up her leg. "Janie, no, let's wait. Finish your breakfast first. We've got lots of time, you randy thing." Jane pouted, "OK, you're right. You're just too irresistible." Diane straightened her dress. Her breasts were now bare under the sleeveless dress and her nipples flashed into view as the dress was rearranged. Diane re-zipped Jane's leather mini, and she patted Jane's round ass. "I'll see this later."
They sat around the table, ate, and chatted, enjoying their proximity and intimacy. Diane explained more about Irma. Somehow Irma seemed to be taking up way too much of their thinking time, but they both felt explanations were due.
"Her father, Konrad, my husband's brother, is a Lutheran pastor, and very strict. The Wertheimers are from northern Germany, Schleswig-Holstein. He married a local woman, between you and me an equally hard bitch; she and I really don't get on. Anyway, Irma is their youngest. They have three children, one is also in the church, another works in local government, and then there is the only girl, Irma. Irma has been bullied and treated as second class all her life, because she is the girl, and Konrad is incredibly old fashioned. She must be the good Christian and all that. In case you thought I married a religious nut, Erwin was nothing like Konrad, he was great fun and rather adventurous, and a total stud." Diane smiled at the memory of her husband. Jane put her hand on hers. "So sorry about Erwin, Dee..." she wanted to kiss her, but let her continue.
"Anyway, things came to a head when the family moved to Heidelberg. Irma went to school there and discovered there were more things in heaven and earth than God, the Bible, and the church. Konrad was always lecturing poor Irma on morality, womanly virtues and so on. She never had a boyfriend, nor even went on a date. Erwin, visiting on one of his trips, took pity on her and suggested she might like to improve her English and study over here. She leapt at the chance, hence the English PhD. She's got a good brain, particularly about cultural matters, philosophy, history, all that kind of thing. He funded her. Konrad is not pleased, nor is her mother, but she continues. Now Erwin's gone I think it's my duty to complete what he wanted, so she can get her degree, but also make her suitable for the modern world. So, she can become a modern woman, and, to get her away from her hypocrite of a father and his shrew of a wife."
"What a situation, I see why you're helping her." Jane kept her hand on Diane's. She still had on her wedding ring, she noticed. "Why don't her brothers help her?"
"Not sure, really. They're in denial. The eldest, the one in the church, is a chip off the old block anyway. Their Mom and Dad were almost as bad to them as they were to Irma, but they've broken free. As males it was easier. Konrad and I hated each other ever since we met. He treated me as if I was Erwin's simple-minded bimbo." Jane tried to imagine anyone thinking Diane was just a foolish airhead. "Then, to cap it all, the guy made advances to me when Erwin was away and we were staying, he suggested I might like see what a real man could do with a woman like me. Can you believe it?"
"Jesus, what a douche bag, when and what..."
"It was about 10 years ago, he ran his hand up under my skirt, and tried to kiss me." Jane imagined Diane in a tight skirt and 10 years younger. Fuck yes. "What'd you do?"
"I smacked him so hard I reckon he saw stars and told him he was a fucking hypocrite. If he tried it again, I'd not only report him for sexual assault, but I'd also tell both Erwin as well as his own shrew of a wife."
"Wow. Jesus, what happened?"
"I told Erwin and they had a big row. Erwin told his shrew wife about what he did too. Konrad ever since has kept his distance, but I could sense his dislike and unease whenever we would meet, which from then on became very infrequent."
"What about the wife?"
"Ah well, that's interesting, she just refused to believe it, basically maintaining that I was the American slut who tried to seduce her husband, who then refused my advances. She says that in humiliation I said he tried it on with me. I've got to give the bitch some kudos for her chutzpah, I suppose." Jane smiled. Refuse advances from Diane? That would take an iron will, for sure. "So, you can see where I stand in relation to those Wertheimers, and where we are with Irma. I have to do right by her, you see?"
Jane kissed her. "Diane, you are a good person, I think you're right. I'll be nice to Irma going forward. Sorry for saying mean things about her. Does she know all this?"
"Not really, but she's not above relating the poison her dad tells her about me, though. I don't think she really believes it, but of course, I am all the things she is not, hence the frowns and silent disapprovals of my lifestyle, and people like you, who visit here and meet her." Jane blanched; she didn't like to think she was just one of many "visitors."
"Janie, sorry, I didn't mean..." Diane squeezed her hand. Jane smiled as nonchalantly as she could. She wished she didn't want Diane so much; she was not used to this intensity of feeling.
They finished their breakfast. Diane and Jane sat on the patio and Jane once again marveled at the lovely garden. The scent of roses and lavender wafted over them. They both checked their phones. Jane looked at the text she got from Diane, just over a week ago, recounting her interaction with Roz after their falling out at the bar. It seemed much longer than a week. From then to now. From Diane, an unknown, glamorous colleague back then, to what she was now. An obsession, born by lust for her body and her lifestyle, but mainly her body and personality. She looked over at her, her green eyes not visible as she looked and typed at her phone. Her cork heels displaying her sexy blue toenails. Her calves. The sexy black strap around each ankle. The curve of her thighs under the sage green dress. Her toned arms, the edge of her right breast, visible where the shoulder straps of her summery dress failed to cover her cleavage. She could see in her mind's eye Diane's long nipple pressed up against the top of the dress. That tinted brown hair. Jane was wet with desire. That text, to now. Fuck I can make love to her anytime I want. Jane's breasts were hard and shapely under her tank top. She wanted Diane to suck them. She enjoyed the feelings of lust she was experiencing. Diane was hers, she had permission to want her, to fuck her, to lick her pussy, make her cum, however she wanted to. Oh god, yes. She touched herself under her leather mini. She crossed her bare legs and contracted her thigh muscles. Her pussy felt the increase in pressure from her thighs, squeezing her vulva. She wondered whether she could cum without actually masturbating using just her thighs and the visual input of Diane on her retinas. Oh god I bet I can, she thought. She contracted her thighs slowly, rhythmically. Diane shifted in her seat; her round buttock thrown into wonderful profile as she shifted from one butt cheek to the other. She extended her leg, stretching it, flexing it, unintentionally emphasizing its shapely musculature. Fuck Diane, my god, at this rate I'll be spraying any moment. Jane was right, just looking at Diane was doing it for her.
"OK, Janie?" Diane's voice snapped her out of her sexual reverie. "Yes, yes. I was just wondering whether I could cum by just looking at you." Jane came gently off the boil. Diane got up from the recliner and walked the couple of yards over to her. She squatted beside Jane, they kissed. "Jane you are such a tease, as if I could make you do that. Really, you are such a hot tease." Jane was about to say that if Diane just touched her pussy, she'd probably cum over her right now, but Diane said, "I think I'll go for a run. I need some exercise. Do you want to come?" Jane thought for a second, "No, I think I'll have a swim and sunbathe, why don't you come too?"
"Do you have a swimsuit?"
"Er, no. Do I need one?"
"Well, you can borrow one of mine, I've got tons of them. I don't sunbathe anymore. I don't want to age my skin any more than it is already."
"Dee, you always look so nicely tanned, but you're right about the sun. I don't do it much myself, but I thought it would be nice as I happen to have a really nice girlfriend who also happens to have a lovely pool." Jane smiled.
"It's my Latin, Mediterranean ancestry that gives me this complexion, not sunbathing, but yeah of course. Just remember my friend and yours is coming to sweep the pool."
"Oh shit, I forgot her. I'll be nice, don't worry." Diane led her inside. "She won't say anything I bet you. It'll be fine."
Diane led Jane into a room at the side of the house. Through the window she could see a giant red maple and a small formal garden with a fountain. "How often do the landscapers come?" She asked. "Once a week. They come when I'm, that is we both, are at work. I see them only every now and then." How nice it would be to be rich, Jane thought. Rich and beautiful even better. Diane has it made.
"Have a look in here, there are a whole lot of suits; mine and Caro's." The cupboard contained probably twenty suits, most were bikinis with some one-piece suits and a few sexy monokinis. "Knock yourself out. I'm going to change for my run." Jane was about to ask where she ran, but she had already anticipated the question, "I do a 5 or 10k around the neighborhood. I'm used to it."
Jane gave her a big smile, "Do all the single men come and watch?"
"Ha-ha, very funny. No. I don't see anyone else usually."
"A likely story, I'd make sure to look for you."
"Yeah, well, you might, you horny bitch. Most people are not like you."
"Go on then. I want you out by the pool with me after, you'll come out to see me, won't you?" By way of an answer, Diane kissed her and left. Jane looked through the swimsuits. She wanted a bikini. All of them were very minimalistic. Which were Diane's and which were her daughter's, she wondered. She stripped off and tried a few on. Some were obviously Diane's, as the tops were too loose on Jane. I'm not as well endowed in the boob department, she thought. She found a small red bikini, which fitted her. Not that there was much to fit. A real drawstring on one side and a couple of triangles front and back. The top was a sexy strap that only just restrained her breasts. Their luscious curves were visible above the strap, her nipples barely covered. Jane felt sexy in it. She padded out to the kitchen and put on her stilettos instead of the mules. Yes, now she felt ready. I'll have Diane panting for me as soon as she returns from her run.
"Oh yes indeed, Janie, my god, you are really hot in that." Diane was looking her up and down. She was in running gear. A one-piece Lycra running suit, her hair tied up. Every beautiful contour there for everyone to see. "Fuck Dee, you say no one sees you like that. It's a crime in that case." They embraced. Diane's hand flicked under the thong-like rear of her suit, her finger traveling down her ass crack. Their tongues met. Diane's finger touched Jane's slit, feeling the wetness. "Fuck me Dee, fuck me," she said.
Diane pulled away. "When I come back. If I don't go now, I'll never have my run once we get fucking. I won't be long." Jane would have come so quickly Diane could have got her to orgasm before she started her run, probably in only a minute or less the way she was feeling. "Dee, you are a fucking tease. OK, but hurry back, otherwise I'll probably explode, and I'll go looking for those single men myself I'll be so desperate." Diane laughed and ran out the front door. Jane watched her run out the front gate. She looked like she was a born runner, God she really is a goddess, Jane thought.
She walked out to the pool. It was at one end of the 5-acre property, complete with cabana. Diane had not shown it to her last night, somehow, she never got around to it. The pool was large and had a jacuzzi attached. She lay down on a recliner. The sun was nice on her bare body and not too intense. After a minute she removed her bra. She remembered her adventures with Cathy at Jennie's. Those memories did not exactly help in relaxing her. How Cathy had moaned in pleasure when she'd climaxed, that amazing hard body of hers jerking and twisting as she came. Yes, she was something. She could feel her wetness. Fuck, I need Diane to come back. She turned over, her naked breasts pointing up to the sky. Out of the corner of her eye she saw Irma put the pool vacuum in and start pushing back and forth. She had the same frumpy dress on and a large sun hat.
"Hello Irma. You look a little warm in all that." Jane said cheerily. Irma said nothing. She was looking at Jane. For Irma she might well have been completely naked. She tried to look away, but Jane fascinated her. She was so self assured. And that body. So beautifully proportioned. Her bare breasts, those beautiful spheres. Those nipples. How did she get legs like that? Diane was the most beautiful woman she had had anything to do with, but Jane matched her, and she was about the same age as Irma. She hated how Jane was so beautiful, and she was not.
"How are you, Irma? Do you ever swim here, I'm sure Diane doesn't mind if you do? Why not come in with me?"
"Oh no, I'll just clean the pool, but you carry on in the sun." Irma looked nervous. The thought of swimming with that body, excited her.
"Do I make you nervous? If I do just tell me how to fix it, so I don't." Irma wanted to touch her. Jane got off the recliner, picked up the bottle of suntan lotion and slathered it on her breasts. Irma struggled to take no notice. She felt the sun hot on her, but she kept on vacuuming. She saw Jane working the lotion into her breasts, pulling her nipples. Next, she applied lotion to the back of her thighs and the small of her back and bending down, smoothed it over her muscular calves. Irma felt faint. Diane never did this to her. She never paraded about naked by the pool, the sun shining off her feminine flesh, and in those tarty stilettos too. Why was Jane doing this to her? Irma saw Jane pull the bottom of her bikini to one side and rub the lotion into her ass crack. The round buttocks, the thighs. Irma gaped. She stopped moving the pool vacuum to concentrate on the view. Jane's fingers were working the lotion into her hard flesh. The small bikini shifted. Jane seemed not to know Irma's eyes were glued to her fingers, watching every moment. She could see beads of perspiration on the small of Jane's back. Jane bent over, her fingers flying over the muscles in her thigh, back to her hips and returning to her ass, Irma saw those same fingers flick into the crack again. Jane leaned forward slightly, her ass sticking out, her hamstrings tight. Irma's eyes focused like a laser. Irma knew what was coming and her heart was beating fast. The lotion covered fingers pulled the tiny bikini material to one side again, and, yes, Irma clearly saw Jane's labia, her fingers briefly parting the lips, entering the slit, smearing it with the lotion, then up around the inner thighs again. Irma's heart was in overdrive, and she cried, "Jane, please, please, I..."
Jane turned and looked at her. She hadn't realized Irma had gotten quite so close to her while she was putting on the lotion with her back to her. "Irma, what's wrong? You look ill. Come sit down here." Jane put her hand out. Irma felt a little sick. Jane's slicked body was right there, those nipples hard, harder even than when she saw them this morning, the curve of her hips, those thighs, her beautiful oval face. The thought of Diane using the strapon on this woman, making her scream in pleasure, her sex dripping and squirting as she...
"Jane, I'm so sorry, but I think I like you." Jane looked relieved. "Phew, I thought you hated me. I like to be liked. I don't really know you, but I think we can be friends. I hope Diane will invite me back, so we can see each other more." Irma gave a knowing smile. Jane suddenly felt she had said too much. She was being nice, but she didn't want to overdo it. She was getting in the way of her and Diane making love.
Irma spoke quietly, her thin lips barely moving, "No, I think you are beautiful, and I want to..." her hand was on Jane's thigh and her mouth was approaching, ready to make contact with Jane's. Jane moved her head but left the hand on her leg. In that moment she knew how it was. After all her and Diane's analysis, it's simple. The girl just wants me. Jane's mind worked furiously. Fuck, this could be awkward with Diane. What's best? Jane had no idea.
"Irma, are you trying to tell me you're a lesbian? It's ok, you can keep your hand there. Just don't try and kiss me again." Irma's fingers were gently caressing Jane's thigh. Despite herself Jane was getting a little aroused. How could she let Irma down gently?
"I don't know really, but I really like you."
"What about Diane, do you like her too?"
"Of course, but she is my aunt, I cannot lo..."
"Right, true, that would be very wrong." Jane's mind was racing. The desperation in Irma's eyes reminded her of Christine. I seem to attract all these waifs and strays. Why me? "You do know that Diane is my girlfriend, don't you? I really can't do anything with you can I?" Irma smiled. "Oh yes, but you can have more than one girlfriend, Diane told me you have another girl already."
"She said that?" Fuck, now what, she must have mentioned Roz. Irma's hand was now very close to the thong-like strap of her bikini. Irma was clearly not the innocent at all. "Jane, you have a beautiful body, when you put on the," she paused searching for the English word and not finding it, "Sonnenmilch, you, um turn me on." The fingers pulled Jane's strap. Jane put her hand on the strap to stop the caressing and pulling. She now felt nervous, but annoyingly too she felt herself getting wet. Irma was unexpectedly persistent. God, how could we have been so wrong about her?
"Irma, I don't think we should do this, Diane could return..." Jane tried, she had to. If Diane ran a 5k she'd be back any moment, but if she were running a 10k, no chance. Dee, please get me out of this, she thought
"She is running, she takes one hour." Shit thought Jane. This so weird. Here I am with this small, strange German Heidi in her long frumpy dress and stupid hat. Irma's other hand was now on Jane's breast. The nipple falling in between the base of her index and middle finger. The nipple stiffened. Jane put her hand around Irma's wrist. She was conscious of her own arousal, but she could not understand why.
"Irma, I really don't want this, Diane and I..."
"She says you are amazing. I could tell you satisfied Aunt Diane very good. Now I can satisfy you." This time the kiss caught Jane by surprise, on the lips and a strong tug on the thong made it fall away from her hip. Irma's finger pushed on her slit. Jane groaned, "Irma, don't, fuck why, oh god." Irma got up, her ridiculous hat fell off and she pushed Jane back on the recliner, flicking the bikini away from her. She yanked up her long skirt and sat astride Jane, her index finger sliding into Jane's pussy. Jane thrust back against her finger, feeling her own wetness, and yet wishing she didn't.
"You have such a beautiful body; I will make you so wet." Irma pushed two fingers in and started pumping. She took a breast into her mouth and sucked it. Jane gasped in involuntary pleasure. Her mind was three steps behind and out of step with the sensations her body was feeling. Despite all her surprise and irritation, her body was responding impressively to Irma attentions. Afterwards she put it down to her sexual anticipation of Diane returning and fucking her. Readers will have to decide whether this was the case or whether her earlier mini flirtation with Irma did not denote a desire to eat the forbidden fruit. The recliner creaked and groaned under the weight of Irma and Jane. Irma suddenly rolled Jane off the recliner onto the grass, and she pushed her onto her side. Her fingers entered her again as she snuggled up against Jane's back, her other hand squeezing Jane's breast.
"Irma, ohh my god, Irma. Jesus, where did you learn this?"
Irma now moved Jane onto her back and lifted her legs. "You have beautiful legs, please hold your ankles. I will now lick you." Jane laughed at the way she said it, but she did as she was told and held her legs apart. Irma tongued her very skillfully while caressing her legs.
"Ever since I first saw you, this what I wanted to do with you. You are enjoying it, yes?"
"Oh my god, Irma what will I tell Diane? Oh god, yes, yes, like that."
"You looked so sexy in your miniskirt and stilettos. I was very envious of Aunt Diane. Will you be coming soon? You are very wet. We have to hurry; she will be back soon."
Jane couldn't help laughing, it was all so incredible. Suddenly she felt the surge. Irma tasted increased wetness as she sucked on Jane's slit, and she pushed her fist into Jane's slippery vagina. The warm wetness enveloped her small hand. Jane's stilettoed feet shot past Irma's ears as Jane let go of her ankles as the climax commenced. Irma bounced up and down as Jane ground her pussy on her fist in the throes of her orgasm. She licked Jane's calves as Jane lay panting in the after sex. Jane thought that was weird but took it in her stride. Any appreciation of her body was OK by her.
"Fuck, Irma, you are a kinky so-and-so. What shall I tell Diane for god's sake?"
Jane sat up, the grass on her back itching. "That was one of the most unorthodox seductions I've ever experienced. Irma, next time you try it on a girl, you could be a bit more romantic about it. Jesus." She got up and slipped both parts of her bikini back on.
"Jane, please don't tell Diane. I don't want her upset. I know she likes you. I tried to put her off you, but it didn't work." You bitch, thought Jane. "Yeah, more likely you'd be on the first plane back to Germany." I'd probably be back in my apartment too, never to see Diane again. "I never wanted you, and certainly not," Jane paused, "what just happened." The thought of no longer having Diane was too awful to contemplate. She'd have to come to an agreement.
"Ok Irma, I won't say anything on two conditions. First, don't try it on with me again, as I'll kick your ass," Irma looked upset. "No really, I'm not for you, I'm with Diane. We must never do this again." Irma nodded reluctantly. "Second, stop trying to stop Diane from having a good time. She needs to have fun and she's trying too. She doesn't need you to disapprove. She's paying for your education for fucks sake. Oh yeah, last thing, do not, repeat, do not try and stop her from wearing sexy clothes. She's a fantastic looking woman, and I want to see her at her best, without you exerting any pressure on her. It's none of you fucking business what she wears. Got it?"
"But my father says that she is a slut, I am trying to show him she is not.
"Your father tried to fuck Diane and she slapped him hard. So, he's a hypocrite. You got that?" Irma looked amazed. "If you don't believe me, ask Diane, she's only not told you to save your precious feelings."
"Jane, I love Diane she has been so good to me." Jane scowled, her anger at Irma flaring. Irma loved looking at her hard body. "If you even hint that something happened between you and me, then by God, I'll fucking tell your parents, your whole fucking family, as well as Diane. I don't care about you, but I care about her. Got it? Also, it is obvious, but with you I feel I must stress it. Do not attempt to fuck your aunt. That's my job. OK?" Jane grasped Irma's jaw and shook it for emphasis. "She'd never let me anyway, she's my aunt." Jane snapped and she slapped Irma. She felt the girl was too weird. "OK?"
Irma muttered "Ok." Jane's anger declined. Irma thought angry Jane was even sexier than usual, but she said nothing. "Another thing. For god's sake wear some nicer clothes, you've got a nice figure and you're quite pretty, but, man, your clothes are ghastly. If you want help. I can help you choose. I don't want you bothering Diane. She's not your age bracket. Reminder, if, and I say if I help you, you will not make a pass at me again OK, or everything's off." Irma nodded assent. She looked crushed. She knew she'd always want Jane, but at least she'd had her once. If I've had her once just maybe I can have her again, whatever she says.
"Last thing. Where did you learn all that stuff you did with me? Fuck, I mean how?" Irma looked at Jane and shrugged. "I paid for sex with girls I met at one of the lesbian bars around campus. They showed me what to do." Jane shook her head. Boy did we get Irma wrong. They walked back to the house. Irma looking at Jane's legs and that glorious ass. She felt depressed that she would probably never have those legs around her again. Still, she thought, never is a long time. Things may change.
Diane came running back to see them. She looked sweaty but gorgeous. Jane wanted her badly. Jane winked at her and subtly indicated something had happened with Irma. She'd have to tell her about all this. "Dee, how about letting Irma go home?" Irma spoke grumpily, "But I've not finished the pool." Diane smiled at them both. "Of course. Go home Irma, see you on Tuesday. Hope you had a good day."
Jane smiled at them both. Her poise in her swimsuit was confident. Diane couldn't wait to get that suit off her. "Oh, I think she had a very interesting day, would you agree Irma?" Jane looked daggers at her, demanding her reply.
"Yes, I did. Thank you, Jane and Diane." They watched her go. "What did you say to her?" Diane asked, "she looks a bit more depressed even than usual."
It was at this point that a choice had to be made, she could confess and say that Irma fucked her, and that it was as they had both guessed. Irma had developed feelings for both of them. Jane was convinced that Irma had designs on Diane too, but that Jane had been her focus. She was certainly weird, but lust was the fundamental problem. Coupled with this were feelings of guilt, and a lack of self worth, combined with a poor body image. But it was true that Irma's strangeness had been successful with Jane, even if just the once. No mean feat, given her disadvantages. Jane had to admit that, although Irma seemed almost sociopathic, she was clearly more determined than she would ever have imagined. It would have taken some courage to proposition women in bars offering to pay for sex. Jane had had a brush with that with Sarah, and it took nerve for a normal young woman, but for someone like Irma, it must have taken real guts. Or she had been getting utterly desperate.
Jane knew she had given subtle encouragement to Irma, but she had only done so because she could, not because she thought anything would happen. Well, at least this is the narrative she told herself. Readers will realize that this is probably not true. Deep down, Jane likes sex, and she can detect interest in her even when very subtly, or not so subtly, concealed. Being lusted after by either sex is something Jane just likes and expects, although she cannot fully recognize this in herself.
So now she was on the horns of a dilemma. If she told Diane, Diane would rightly be appalled at her conduct. It would be the end. You come to my house and fuck my niece. It did sound bad. Not only that but she had promised Irma she would not tell Diane. If she told Diane, she might well mention it to Irma sometime in the future. Irma would be pissed, and Diane might well be pissed at her, cut off her funds, and, indeed, put her on the first plane back to Heidelberg. It didn't sound like Diane, but betrayal tends to produce extreme reactions. This would mean Jane had lied to Irma, and it would be unfair to her too. For Jane, the prospect of no longer being Diane's lover and friend, having just found her, was just too much. Nor did she see herself as such a bald-faced liar. A non-teller of all the facts, yes, but full on lies, no. So, as usual with Jane, she decided full honesty was not the best plan.
"We had a chat. I offered to help her smarten up her appearance, you know clothes, hair etc. In exchange, I told her to stop disapproving of you, and be more grateful. Oh yes, I also said you were my girlfriend. I hope that's OK?"
Diane laughed, "I think after last night even she could have guessed that." Jane was pleased that she did not attempt to qualify being her girlfriend. Diane held Jane close. Lycra against bare flesh, her hand on Jane's rear. The height difference was slight, now Jane had her heels on, and Diane was wearing sneakers. "Dee, I want you to fuck me." For Jane, sex solves most things. She knew when her body could work its magic.
"I've never had a girlfriend in the way you mean, Janie, but it sounds nice." Diane's hand moved under her bikini, fingering Jane's pussy.
"Ohh that's good. I'm so wet for you." Jane kissed Diane, their tongues enmeshing. "Me neither, the girlfriend bit," Jane added. "I did tell her about her father and you, his advances. I wanted to tell her that she shouldn't listen to her dad too much. I hope you don't mind?"
"Stop talking sexy, I'm going to eat you." Diane ripped off the bikini bottom and she pushed Jane face down onto the kitchen table, still with the uncleared coffee pot on it. Diane's tongue entered Jane. Within about thirty seconds she came, what she had been wanting ever since she had woken up that morning. A roiling wave of ecstasy that signaled to her that Diane had accepted her white lies. She was happy.