Jane's Encounters: Jane is tempted
It is best to read these stories in order as there is a continuous narrative, albeit a different episode each time
Jane said nothing about her night with Csilla, and Diane said nothing about Roz's astonishingly easy seduction of her. Diane was embarrassed at her weakness and knew it would be the end of her relationship with Jane if she found out, so she kept quiet. Also having sex with work colleagues was just not good jobwise, although she consoled herself that Jane and Roz were in the same position.
Jane knew she was weak when it came to tempting situations and she had been serially unfaithful, if that was the right word, to all the women she had had sex with over the last 18 months, so she began to justify it as just in her nature. She'd already lied about Irma, lying about Csilla was easy. Csilla was surely a one nighter, much as she rather guiltily hoped it might not be. Her self-stated, so-called, monogamous love for Roz had been broken down by Sarah and Diane quite easily. Even Christine had managed to have her when she took her under the table when she was supposedly loyal to Roz. She realized that Diane, Sarah, and Roz occupied her sexually active imagination to varying degrees all the time, with the spicy additions of Donna, the cinema girls, and Natasha, that Black, manipulative, bitchy woman from her last job at other times. So what? I still love Diane and Roz, even if Roz doesn't know it anymore, she rationalized it all to herself. She thought loving more than one person was just fine, or so she tried to tell herself. Nevertheless, she was particularly worried that Diane would somehow find out about Irma. When she thought about losing Diane, a cold sweat came over her. Her self-justification for her sexual adventures was not sincerely held, and she knew deep down that she was stupid, and all this playing around might well end in tears. I'm just incapable of fidelity, she thought. She liked the reward of playing the field but was afraid of the consequences to her persistent feelings of insecurity and need for affection.
However, these confused emotions vanished when Diane drove her to her house on the Friday after her adventure with Csilla. She was happy. Diane was particularly nice to her, complimenting her on everything. Jane wondered why. They had left the office separately as usual to allay suspicions and had met at the garage where she had parked her car. Once in the car, Diane had kissed her, and they locked lips passionately. Diane was wearing slate gray pants today with a long-sleeved T-shirt. Her large breasts excited Jane as usual. Diane's reached under Jane's dress and caressed her bare thighs and then her panties. "Jane, Jane, you drive me wild, you always will, you know." By the time Diane's fingers reached her sex, Jane was breathing heavily and sucking Diane's lips and tongue with mounting excitement.
She managed to gasp, "Dee, you'd better stop, the attendant can see us. I really don't want him to watch me come!" Diane withdrew her hand, and they both laughed. "Bet he's already come over you. What do you think?" Jane laughed, "No way. Once he saw your tits he was finished."
They were silent driving to Diane's. It was good to be together. Jane wondered whether Csilla really would contact her when she next visited the city as she said she would. Bet she doesn't, she thought to herself. Diane was hoping that Roz would not cause her problems. Jane was discreet, but Roz, well, she was not sure about her at all. The potential for extreme embarrassment was there. Why had she let her fuck her like that? Of course, she knew the answer to that. She looked over at stunning Jane in her form fitting dress, who was fiddling with her phone. Yes, Diane had a lot to be pleased about. Better be cool, but nice to Roz. What happens if she tries it on again, what should she do? If only she could ask Jane her advice. Jane looked at her and smiled. "Yeah, what are you looking at?"
"Oh, nothing, just beautiful you." Diane smiled back. Jane put her hand on Diane's thigh. "Thanks, Dee, for everything."
When they got to her house, they had dinner and cuddled together in the large living room watching TV. Diane mentioned that her neighbors were coming over tomorrow for barbecue. Husband and wife. He was some kind of hot shot journalist and had known Erwin slightly, and his wife had until recently been a realtor. "He's a lot older than she is. I don't really know how old she is, twenties, early thirties? You can tell me what you think when you meet her. A somewhat mismatched pair I think, but what do I know?" Jane wondered what Diane was going to say about her.
"Well, Janie, I'm not going to say you're my lover, if that's what your worried about, unless you want me to, of course?"
"Fuck, no." Jane said.
"Not sure that's a compliment. Oh well."
"Oh my god, sorry Dee, I didn't mean it like that. You can tell them I'm a sex worker if you like, I don't care really."
Diane smiled, knowing full well that Jane hated being thought of as "a lesbian." She felt the same way herself. "You're really sweet, Janie. `Course I won't say anything like that. You're just a good friend."
"A friend with benefits?"
"Certainly."
"Would you like to experience some of those benefits? Like now?"
Diane kissed her. "What do you think?"
The following early morning they went shopping and bought food. Diane was a good cook, which was just as well as Jane barely knew how to cook an egg. Her mother always said she'd have to marry someone rich, if she didn't know how to cook. Jane considered her mom to be very old-fashioned, probably unfairly. It was a beautiful day and Diane's garden seemed even more lush and verdant than usual. Jane had a workout in the gym, which made her feel even better. Diane worked out in the week and rarely at the weekend. Jane would have liked a companion, she hoped they would work out together
someday. She took a shower and changed into shorts and a white T-shirt. She spent some time doing her nails and was sitting in Diane's room letting them dry, when Irma knocked and came in. Jane was surprised and irritated; Diane had said they would not have to see each other anymore, and yet here she was, vaguely creeping her out as usual.
"Hello, Jane. Sorry to disturb you, Aunt Diane asked me to help with the guests, cooking and so on, you know." Jane felt like saying that she didn't know, but just muttered "Okay." The silence was painful. Irma was looking at her like she did the other time they met in the bedroom. Jane knew that look. "Well? What do you want?" Jane tried to control her dread of some kind of scene. "Diane asked me to tell you they are on their way, so you might like to come down."
"Well, you can tell her I'll be down soon." Jane tried to look unperturbed and firm.
"Jane, I'm sorry about, you know, last time we met. I want," she said "vant" and "Tchaine" "to make out with you."
Jane couldn't help being darkly amused. "You mean, make up with me, I think?" Jane wondered whether she did really mean to make out.
"Yes, that is what I mean. Please?"
Jane tried to look stern, "You remember my conditions from last time, don't you?"
"Ich verstehe. Yes, of course." Jane had to admit Irma was trying. Irma's eyes were flitting from Jane's bare legs to her chest. Jane guessed what she was thinking.
"Alright, but you must stop looking at me like that."
"Like what? I am not understanding."
Jane sighed. "Look, Irma. I get you like me. But it won't happen ever again, and I am not interested in you at all. Got it? So, stop with those puppy dog eyes. Jesus, it's really annoying."
"Okay, Jane. No more from me. Promise." She said it eagerly enough, but Jane knew that talk was cheap.
"Right, push off then and don't talk to me again unless totally necessary." Irma scurried out of the room. Jane breathed out to calm her nerves. Why, oh why did Diane ask her? I've managed not to see that girl for over a month, but she's back to torment me. Jane felt the day was going to be ruined.
Downstairs she casually mentioned she had met Irma again. Diane looked a bit sheepish. "Sorry, but I thought she could help with getting the house ready and the cooking, and she does need the cash. But whatever you said to her it seems to have worked. Or it has worked a bit. Not quite such a frump, yes?" Jane wanted to tell Diane what she really thought, but she couldn't without it seeming too weird. She tried to sound nonchalant as she agreed. Certainly, Irma seemed to have lost the shapeless Amish type dresses she wore previously, but stylish she was not. She had let her hair down which improved her look a bit. "She looks quite attractive now, I think." Jane shot back that Diane must be losing her marbles. Diane gave her a look and Jane flushed and apologized. Sometimes she forgot the damned girl was Diane's relative. "Not everyone can look like you, Janie." Diane's comment hurt. She knew that Irma could well poison her day, and already she had started doing so.
Jane was silent and sulked, while Irma flitted about cleaning and helping Diane with the food. Jane felt as if she was a spare part. It was galling to see Diane being so nice to Irma. If only she knew what kind of girl she was, thought Jane. Her blue puppy dog eyes kept looking at Diane. Jane thought she could see the desire in them. The girl had almost admitted she wanted Diane. One day Irma would try something on with Diane like she did with her.
Diane sat down beside Jane and put her arm around her. "We're not going to fall out over my niece, are we? Come on Janie, she's just one person. She's just mixed up somehow. I've gotta help her out. Surely you can see that?"
"Dee, she's just a lesbian, that's her "problem."" Jane just had to tell her, it would make it easier surely in the end. "She's got a crush on...me."
"How do you know? I know we joked about it before. Has she said anything to you?" Diane's arm loosened around Jane's shoulders.
"Dee, I just know it. Yes, she told me, but I really don't want you to tell her I told you." If she did, Irma might say how she had fucked her and she had seemed to enjoy it. It would be difficult to explain how Irma's unexpected advances had made her climax. Just getting into the details terrified Jane.
"Jeez Jane, I really don't know what to say. You're not just imagining it are you? It is possible that not every woman wants you, beautiful as you are." She stressed "every woman". Jane perceived another dig at her.
"I don't want to talk about it, but it's true. I just don't want you giving her the third degree that's all. It's all very embarrassing probably for her, but also for me."
Diane could see Jane was distressed. "We're fine ones to talk, there's nothing wrong with liking women; we can't treat it as a negative, can we?" She kissed Jane and Jane nuzzled her face against Diane's.
"No, of course not, that's not what I'm saying. Oh god, I wish I'd never said anything. But it just makes me uncomfortable having her...wanting me like she does. Christ, Diane you must have experienced this with..." she was going to say "some creep", but changed it to "someone who you don't want to be with."
Diane wanted to lift the mood, she didn't necessarily fully believe her friend, but it was by no means impossible, indeed they had jokingly discussed the whole idea a while back, but she just wondered how Jane could be so sure. "Okay, I get it. She's here just for today. Sorry I went back on what I said about having her here when you are. I was not thinking."
Diane changed her approach, still trying to cheer Jane up. A sulking Jane was not a good companion. "You know one thing that has changed after you had your talk with her, she no longer attempts to straighten me out morally; you know, all those disapproving looks she used to give me when I wore too short' skirts, or my décolletage was too revealing,' or my heels were too high.' She doesn't look at me with her scowl like she used to, nor does she say anything anymore, also, even better, she no longer tells me that her prudish father is an example of what's right'. So, whatever you said to her has worked, well at least a bit." Jane smiled her intoxicating smile, and said, "That's something good I suppose." They embraced. Jane's body was overpowering. "Fuck Janie you really shouldn't be so hot, it's just not right." Jane's fingers were already under Diane's light sweater caressing her large boobs, the erect nipples now out from her low cut bra. "Dee, I'm so sorry to be so awkward, can I make it up to you now? Come on, a quickie before the guests arrive?" Diane was about to agree, when Irma shouted from inside the house that the guests were here. "No time now, babe. Later." Diane's hand squeezed Jane's thigh. "Dee, I'll be wet for you until we can." Diane smiled and once again marveled at how great it was to have such a sexy girlfriend.
They both greeted the guests. Diane her usual sophisticated self, warmly welcoming them, Jane hanging back. Diane, as usual, was imposing, in a pair of cork heeled sandals, simple blue skirt and thin sweater. She was devoid of her usual necklaces or bracelets. The man was introduced as Frank, and he kissed Diane and shook hands with Jane. He was taller than Diane, so a few inches over 6 foot. Jane smiled and then introduced herself to Frank's wife. The women nodded in recognition. She was beautiful. "I'm Leslie, so nice to meet you, how do you know Diane? We're neighbors, a few houses up. Diane and I go running together sometimes." Jane replied that they worked together. "I love your dress, fantastic," she added.
Leslie was extremely attractive, Jane assumed she was in her mid-twenties. A thin, light, pale yellow, sleeveless, summer minidress showed off her great body, she was tall like Diane, slim with highlighted shoulder length blonde hair, and large, blue-gray eyes. Jesus, Jane thought, no one warned me she'd look like this. She looked like a model. Jane looked at Diane. She clearly knew what Jane was thinking, even though she was chatting with Frank, she shrugged her shoulders and smiled knowingly in her direction. Frank was probably closer to 50, handsome, but seemed very serious. Leslie may be a second, younger wife, she thought. Fucking gorgeous. Her dress showed her cleavage to perfection. Beautiful C -cups by the look of it.
Her legs were no match for Diane's, but Jane admired them just the same. Jane really liked her matching yellow heels. Jane felt underdressed in comparison to her. Leslie, however, observed the athletic curves of the woman in front of her and the long luscious hair and that face and those legs and she began to wonder what wonderful planet Diane and Jane came from. They chatted, she was very friendly, and she complimented Jane on her look. Leslie told her she loved her long hair, after Jane told her how she was thinking of cutting it short. "Don't do that, it's lovely. My hair never does what yours does. Mine gets all dry and wispy." Jane found herself feeling much better talking to Leslie and the day began to get better. Irma kept in the distance, but Jane could tell that she liked the look of Leslie too. Lots of unnecessary smiling and being overly attentive. Fuck, she can have Irma, she thought. It would stop her panting over me. Annoying girl. Frank was clearly highly intelligent and was really into Diane. They were having an animated discussion about south east Asian economies. Jane was impressed with both of them, as she knew nothing much about the topic. Diane really is something, she thought. It turned out he was a financial journalist. Jane suddenly got the impression that he and Diane might make a great couple.
Leslie was drinking a lot and confided to Jane that she had been a realtor, but Frank said she didn't need to work, as he had enough money for the both of them, so now she was rattling around in her large house. "That's nice, to not have to work. What do you do all day?" Jane asked. The blue-gray eyes fixed on Jane. "Jane, can I tell you something? But please don't tell Frank. Promise? "Jane liked the way she looked at her, it made her feel wanted. Jane nodded. "I'm fucking lonely in our home, it's smaller than Diane's, but it's too big for me. I've got nothing to do but swim, sunbathe, and eat. I'll be as big as a whale soon." Jane smiled beautifully and ran her fingers through her hair, a sure sign she was getting nervous or found someone attractive. "Not you, no, you'll stay beautiful, particularly if you exercise with Dee. You'll be like her in 10 years, just you see."
Leslie smiled and touched Jane on her bare knee. "Nice of you to say so. I appreciate it. Do you come up here often?"
"Yeah, I'm here most weekends. Dee and I; we're good friends."
"That's so nice. Friends," she sighed wistfully, "I wish I had more of them close. Frank could see I was a bit lonely, so he suggested I take up modeling. I put my portfolio on a modeling site online, so far, no response." Jane wondered whether a husband who suggested his gorgeous wife start modeling was normal. Perhaps he's just very confident in himself. He certainly looked that way. He and Diane were laughing, and Jane felt stabs of jealousy. Fuck he really likes her. Leslie was also looking on. If I can see it, so can she. "Don't worry," Jane felt a little sorry for her, "Dee doesn't play around."
"How do you know? She's beautiful, rich, and a widow. I'd be interested in her," she paused, "if I was Frank." Jane was silent for an awkward moment, then Leslie asked if she had children. This was always a difficult one for Jane to answer, the answer was no, of course, but then inevitably there would be more questions. "No, not yet. Got to find the right partner first." Leslie shook her head. Those eyes looked directly into Jane's. "Don't worry, you'll find someone. You're very beautiful, which helps."
"Thanks. So are you. Do you have kids?"
"No, but I hope soon. Frank says he's not ready." It dawned on Jane that Leslie was not the happy, rich girl she had assumed. Also, what was Frank waiting for, he was not old but not young either, older than Diane for sure. Perhaps she really was lonely. Jane got them both a drink. She was rather enjoying being an agony aunt for hot Leslie. "Do you want to walk around the garden?" She'd rather be with Leslie, than have to listen to Frank pontificating to Diane, and Diane giving as good as she got. Diane waved and smiled at Jane as she and Leslie took their drinks with them as they walked off the patio into the garden.
"There are times when I wish Frank had never met Diane." Leslie said suddenly. Jane was taken aback. Diane had never mentioned Frank before yesterday to her, but Leslie seemed to be genuinely worried about his friendship with her. Jane told Leslie this, and she asked Jane how long she had known Diane.
"Oh, only about 3 months, not long I suppose really."
"Right, so you don't really know her that well. I know her a bit, but only, occasionally, over the last year. Frank seems to know her better than me." She stopped walking and Jane stopped too. "Do you think there is anything between them?" Jane suddenly wondered whether her love for Diane was a worthless fantasy on her part, something she had never thought of before. "If there is, it won't just be you who's upset," she said, her stomach sinking in dread. Leslie looked at her silently trying to understand what she meant. Jane quietly volunteered something she rarely said to anyone. "Dee and I, we're together. So, I would be as hurt as you if there was anything between them."
Leslie looked surprised for a moment. "Are you saying, she likes women? You and she are an item?"
"Yes." Csilla would be proud of her, she thought.
"Wow, okay, I never expected that. You know you are the first..."
"Lesbian?" Jane thought this highly unlikely. We're everywhere.
"Yes, um, lesbian I've met. Wow, you two together? That's really something. I did have a strange conversation with Diane once about lesbians." Leslie seemed to be rolling the whole thing around in her head.
"It's very nice, you know, to be with a woman. It's no longer a thing or shouldn't be." Csilla really would be doubly proud of her.
"Yes, of course. Sorry. You and she are just so...perfect. I never thought. And Diane was married too."
Jane stepped close to her, Leslie's confusion was rather endearing. Jane felt she was a true innocent, and very sexy too. Fuck it she thought, it's worth a try, to test the waters so to speak. "I'm going to kiss you, as a sign of my affection and sympathy for you, nothing else, okay?" Jane put her lips against Leslie's and put her hand on her back pulling her close. Leslie's lips responded, but then she pulled back. "Ok, we'd better not do any more, I think."
"Yes, you're a married woman."
"Right. Precisely. Let's go back to the house. Come on." Leslie strode off. Jane admired her ass showing it's contours through her thin dress. That was close, she thought. She rushed after her and catching her arm said. "I meant nothing by it. The kiss I mean."
"Oh that. Don't worry about that. I've been kissed before, you know." Leslie's voice indicated precisely that she had in reality never been kissed by someone who had professed to being a lesbian. Jane apologized and she did so so nicely that Leslie relaxed and said she'd forgotten it ever happened. Back at the house, Diane and Frank were still talking, Leslie strode in and squeezed in next to Diane on the wicker sofa. Jane sauntered back and sat in the chair next to Frank. Diane and Leslie, fuck thought Jane. That's a hot pairing. Diane's tanned, toned legs next to Leslie's honey colored limbs. Diane's large round breasts, next to Leslie's lovely cleavage. The two faces stunning, with Diane's green eyes contrasting with Leslie's bright gray-blue ones. Frank stopped talking as if he had just seen a unicorn. "God, you two are beautiful, we should take a picture. I know it's not very woke of me, but you two are just perfect." Frank, clearly wondering how his wife would take such a spontaneous public admission of admiration, added, "Les, darling, you are the best, I love you." Leslie gave him her phone and he took a shot. Leslie beckoned to Jane. "Don't forget Jane, come on, join us." They stood up and Jane stood on the end next to Leslie. Frank took another shot. Irma then appeared with her phone. "I want a shot too. Aunt Diane and Jane, you should get closer to Leslie, the picture will be better." Jane and Diane moved closer to Leslie who was in the middle. "Yes, Irma's right, squeeze in together we need a headshot of all of you." Leslie hesitated. "Cuddle up, Les, come on," he said. Jane gave him her phone. The women aligned their heads as best they could, and their arms interlocked. Frank and Irma took the shots. "That's more like it. You guys are quite something," Frank exclaimed. "Yes. Very beautiful, so lovely," agreed Irma.
"Can I see?" said Jane. Leslie showed her the pictures Frank had taken on her phone.
"Not bad," she said, and Leslie nodded in agreement. "I'm sure you'll get some takers for model work," Jane offered, trying to smooth the waters between them.
"Thanks, Jane. I'll let you know if it works out. You'd better give me your number." Jane was surprised, she thought Leslie would not want to keep in contact given the kiss and her reaction.
"Leslie, I'm sorry about what happened. Truly. If you need a friend, just let me know. We could meet up, platonic of course. It's up to you. I won't bite or jump on you."
Leslie's large eyes gazed at her. "I should hope not, I am a married woman remember."
"Of course, and Frank would kill me." Jane smiled at her, trying to cheer her up. She still seemed down.
"Oh, I don't know. He might not, who can tell?"
With that they rejoined Diane and Frank who seemed to have exhausted their conversation. Jane whispered into Diane's ear and put her hand on her ass. "Dee, no more economics to discuss?"
Diane smiled, "Sorry to neglect you Janie, but you seem to have had a nice chat with the beautiful Mrs. Spencer."
"You're a sly fox Dee, you said nothing about her, to warn me."
"I thought you'd enjoy her. It's my joke." She continued, whispering, "she's totally, well you know..."
"Fuckable?"
"Shush, but yes. She plays for the other team though."
"Well, yes, she is married. Dee, don't tell me you tried with her?"
"Yes, before I met you. But I was probably too subtle. She didn't seem to catch on." Jane was smiling at her, her radiant look that Diane loved. "Well, you would too wouldn't you?"
"That's strange, she acted as though she didn't know you liked women. I think you were way too subtle. I don't think she's up in this kind of thing. She thinks you and Frank are having an affair or want to. I told her we were together to stop her thinking like that. You don't mind, do you?"
"Oh damn, so if I had been more obvious, I could have been enjoying her all this time? What a wasted opportunity! I clearly need an education in your seduction skills." They both laughed.
Jane asked, "So we agree. We both have the hots for her?"
"Is the pope a Catholic?" replied Diane.
Irma appeared and said she had to leave. Diane thanked her for her help. Irma touched Jane's arm. She looked around at her. "Good bye Jane, it was so nice to see you again." She gave Jane a kiss, catching her by surprise. "Oh yes, bye Irma."
Irma smiled at her. "Will you be here all weekend?" Why the fuck does she want to know, Jane thought. Diane interjected, "Yes, she will. Come inside and I'll pay you, Irma." Irma continued to smile awkwardly at Jane and followed Diane into the kitchen, looking back at Jane periodically.
Diane reappeared. "Fuck, Dee, do you see what I mean? I don't know why you think she is any better."
Diane agreed that she did seem to be holding a candle for her, but that she really shouldn't let it get to her. "After all Phil, in the office, and others I'm sure, have a huge crush on you, or so I'm told." Jane wondered who she had been speaking to, as she had said nothing to Diane about Phil.
"Yes, but Phil is a cute guy, not a..." she was going to say a frumpy maid but shut her mouth. She didn't feel she could be too rude about Irma to Diane.
They walked back towards Frank and Leslie, who were about to leave. Kisses all around and professions of affection and thanks were transferred. Diane embraced Leslie, who responded warmly. Jane didn't give her any kind of kiss, although Leslie put her bare arms around her and gave her an air kiss. "Goodbye, Jane. Thanks so much for being a friend today. I'll text you, or you can text me." Frank said good bye, his arm around Leslie, and holding her hand. He seemed a little reticent with her. Jane looked for signs of attraction to herself. She always did as they were so often there. Perhaps there were some, the failure to meet her gaze, the slight awkwardness of his delivery. "It was really nice to meet you Jane, I do hope we'll see you again. Come and see Les, she tells me she's very lonely and doesn't see her friends nearly enough. I provide for her, but it's not always enough apparently." Leslie pulled his hand, clearly annoyed at him and said, "It's not that bad, darling, you make me sound pathetic and needy. You'll put Jane off coming to see me. Sorry, Jane." Jane at that moment wanted more than anything to be naked on top of Leslie, making her squirt all over her. Yes, like I did over Csilla last night, she thought. God that would be good.
"Frank, that's so sweet. Dee and I would love to come. Les is very beautiful, you're a lucky man. I hope we get a chance to talk next time. Dee monopolized you all afternoon."
"Well, yes, she did, didn't she? Diane is a remarkable woman, as I'm sure you must know." Leslie looked a little pleadingly at Jane, with a kind of "I told you so" expression on her face.
"Oh yes, I know." If she had been Csilla she probably would have announced to him there and then that she was her girlfriend, but she was not Csilla. But she winked at Leslie. Leslie smiled innocently back.
Diane and Jane watched them walk down the path and out through the wrought iron gate. "Well, you did better than me, she never offered me her number on the first meeting. In fact, I had to go running with her for 6 months before I even knew she was my neighbor. We were in the local running club. That's how we met. I was a member after Erwin died, to give me a way to meet people. Trouble is. I don't like runners much-as I found out."
"Except for Mrs. Spencer of course," Jane said, "We both agree you would have really, really liked her."
"Okay, okay, very funny."
"Dee, Dee, baby, everyone, everyone knows I'm better than you when it comes to getting to know beautiful women. I can give you a few tips, if you like."
Diane chuckled, "Yeah right." Diane had to admit it may well be true. Jane was not the kind of woman people did not want to get to know.
"Just joking Dee, I'm with you, no interest in anyone else, even in a tall, sexy piece like Leslie Spencer..." Diane, laughing, picked up the hose next to the front door and soon Jane was squealing as the cold water soaked her, the jet playing repeatedly over her from top to bottom. Her hair lay in a flat brown mass on her shoulders and back. Diane couldn't stop laughing and Jane was too, although the water was really cold. Diane dropped the hose, "Janie, Janie, fuck, the wet look really suits you. Ever been in a wet T-shirt competition?" Jane darted for the hose and in a few seconds, she was drenching Diane, and it was her turn to scream at the cold. "You'd win the wet T-shirt thing for sure, Dee." Jane soaked to the skin admired her girlfriend. Diane's dark complexion glistened with the film of water. Her short skirt was stuck to her hips and thighs revealing their delicious curves. Her large boobs were outlined by the soaking sweater. A strip of bare, flat stomach was covered in water drops and water was dripping from her chin and her hair, which now fell across one eye. Diane was still gasping at the cold.
"Dee, I'm now really wet for you," Jane whispered in her best come hither tones. The double entendre was not lost on Diane. They kissed passionately, their hands exploring their wet bodies. The water from their hair and faces running into each other's mouths. "Fuck me, Dee, fuck me," Jane's voice in her ear was pleading. "Oh god, Janie, yes, yes." Jane had unclipped Diane's sodden bra and she pushed Diane against the front door and kissed her neck and face. Her hand pushed up her skirt and roughly pulled her soaked panties. Diane lifted Jane up by the waist and she jumped up, her legs around Diane's middle. Now it was Jane who was pressed against the door. Jane put one leg on the floor of the porch, and Diane's held her other leg and buttock up at her hip while Diane's tongue was licking Jane's neck and face and entering her waiting mouth. Jane's thigh tightened under Diane's hand, their cool, wet bodies and their breasts tightly pressing together. Diane's hand slid down Jane's thigh and pushed into her pussy, pushing aside her sodden panties. "Fuck, yes, Dee, yes, fuck me, fuck me!" Jane had wanted Diane all day, and the feel of Diane's hose-chilled flesh and their wet bodies was driving her to ecstasies of desire and pleasure. She suddenly visualized Csilla masturbating over her, and then imagined Leslie joining Csilla as Diane's manicured finger slid into her pussy. "Dee, oh god, oh god, I'm going to come." Diane's finger and nail gently rotated and pulsed up and down inside Jane, Diane could tell she was about to come. She added another finger. Compared to Jane's skin, hair and clothes, her pussy was warm on her fingers. Then came the moment that was always the time she loved best whenever she was with Jane. "Come on then Janie, do it for me, fuck yes." Jane trembled and Diane pushed her even harder up against the door as her legs twitched. Jane closed her hazel eyes as she came, and she gently bit Diane's neck as the orgasm rushed through her. Diane's thumb pushed hard on her clit and Jane moaned as the last vestiges of her climax faded away.
Diane let go of Jane's leg and they held each other, passing their fingers through each other's wet hair. "That was great, Dee. I really needed that. Now, it's your turn." Diane stepped back and took her hand. "How about we go inside, I couldn't resist you just now, but I don't want the neighbors to see anything too much?"
Inside, Jane frantically pulled off Diane's skirt and pushed her against the large kitchen table. While Diane pulled her wet sweater over her head, Jane removed Diane's black panties. Diane moaned as Jane's tongue gave her pussy a quick licking. Jane positively ripped off her dripping shorts, top, and after a brief struggle with her underwear they too joined the heap of both of their clothes on the floor. She kicked off her shoes and then patting Diane's thighs she said, "Dee, get that beautiful ass on the table." Diane rolled back and Jane's head was between her thighs, her tongue lashing and her lips sucking Diane's warm slit. Jane's hands played with Diane's boobs as her mouth and tongue worked on her pussy. Diane's still damp thighs were cool, hard, and lovely around Jane's head as she explored and stimulated her girlfriend's sex. Jane would periodically come up for air and would get up on top of Diane to kiss her on the lips, or to suck a cool nipple. Diane's incredible, toned body, as always, got Jane so excited, she felt her own pussy was about to spray on Diane as her tongue worked Diane up to a fever pitch of excitement. Diane lifted up a long, beautiful leg to give Jane better access to her sex. She gently sucked, and grazed with her teeth Diane's long, irregular labia. Jane knew Diane loved this, and sure enough Diane gasped in pleasure, and Jane could taste the juice oozing from her sexy slit. "Babe, are you coming?" she asked. "A little more, Janie, yes that's it!" Diane's pleading tone said it all. Jane pushed her thumb into Diane and continued her gentle chewing. When Jane's eyes looked up over Diane's triangle of pubic hair, her twisting abdomen and large breasts into her green eyes, Diane suddenly lost it, shuddering in ecstasy as she orgasmed, her pussy frothing over Jane's hand and tongue. Jane stood between her thighs, caressing their shapely hardness as well as rubbing Diane's vagina, wonderfully wet with her orgasmic fluid. Diane sat up and slid off the table.
"Dee that looked so good. God you're so fucking tall and sexy." She adored that Diane was quite a few inches taller than her. The top of her head was level with Diane's mouth as they held each other's naked bodies. She wanted Diane to eat her up. "Come outside, let's just dry off on the patio."
"Dee, in case you haven't noticed we're both stark naked?"
Diane lifted one fine leg after another and took off her sandals. "Well, now we are. Got a problem with that?" Diane's well-toned physique was a sight to see. "No one can see us you know. I often go skinny dipping too, unless you want to do that instead?"
"Yeah, of course. So what, even if they could see us?" Jane wondered what Csilla would do if she saw them both as they are now with Diane's nipples brushing the top of Jane's breasts and Diane's hands on Jane's round ass. The cheek, suggesting a threesome, or a foursome with the cute waitress! No way am I letting Csilla sample any of Diane's charms. She's fucking mine. "Come on then, let's go."
Outside on the patio Jane sat on a heavy wooden recliner. "Dee, get that hot body of yours here." She opened her legs and Diane sat in between them and lent back, her hands on Jane's thighs, her head against Jane's face and her back against Jane's tight breasts. Her ass pushed back against Jane's pussy. "I'm going to make you come again, Dee, I haven't finished with you yet." She lifted her legs and put her feet inside Jane's calves and opened Diane's legs, her hand on her love mound. The palm of her hand began to stimulate Diane's sex again. Round and round it went, pushing and rotating her clitoris. Her other hand was on Diane's large breast, tweaking and squeezing the bulbous boob and nipple. Diane moaned and she twisted her head so she could kiss Jane, her hand on her other breast or on top of Jane's as Jane worked Diane into a frenzy. Diane's pussy was on fire, and soon she felt herself get wetter and wetter. "Come on babe, my fucking gorgeous Dee, are you coming?" Jane's face was being covered with Diane's tongue and kisses, her two-tone hair wet against her, an occasional green eye meeting her vision. Diane's legs pushed against Jane's feet as Jane fought to keep Diane's thighs open. "Push against me, push against me, go on, I can take it." Diane's quads bulged and her legs were now free. Her body pushed hard against Jane, squeezing her against the back of the recliner, Jane's nipples rejoicing in their compression. With three fingers in her now, Diane cried out as she came, her arms grabbing Jane's neck and her thighs thrusting up to grind against Jane's hand that was drawing out the ecstasy within her. Jane could feel the sweat from Diane's back on her boobs and abdomen. "That's it, come all over me, fucking come, oh god Dee, you fucking animal." The orgasm seemed to continue for whole minutes. Diane eventually relaxed and stopped moaning and sighing in pleasure and she sat forward on the recliner.
"Dee, oh god that was great. I hope you enjoyed it."
"Jane, you are an amazing lover, that was just how I wanted it. I wanted to come feeling every inch of you, with these beautiful legs around me." She gently slapped Jane's thighs that were draped over hers as she sat. Jane was still lying back on the recliner.
"Dee, it's my pleasure. You know I can come just thinking about you, you don't even have to be with me. I love you."
"Janie you ornanist you! I love your dirty mind."
"I like to think it is more sexy and romantic. What is an ornanist, anyway?"
Diane kissed Jane slowly. I'm a lucky girl to have such an amazing, younger woman for a lover, she thought. Jane was so responsive to her advances and had a wonderful grasp of what turned her on, without her even having to say anything.
"Hmm, Janie you are truly a miracle of womanhood. I'm a lucky girl to have you. An ornanist is someone who masturbates, although it has other meanings."
"Thanks Dee, I like learning about sex from you."
Diane laughed, "I doubt I can teach you much, Janie." She squeezed next to Jane on the recliner. A tight fit, but both of them liked the close contact. Jane lay on her side, her leg resting over Diane's thigh. Her hand on her pubic hair, her fingers caressing slowly the dense curls, and the wet folds of her labia. Diane's hand caressed Jane's leg, tracing her hamstring with her fingers.
"Tell me Dee, do you like Frank? I hate to ask, but is Leslie even a little bit right about you and him? I'd like to know too." Jane could tell her fingers were arousing Diane again. "I think he really likes you. He's got good taste, but will I have to fight him for you?" She was only slightly joking. Diane was, as Leslie said, exactly the kind of catch a man like Frank would want if he was bored with a beautiful and much younger wife, with whom he shared little apart from money and physical attraction.
"Janie don't be stupid. I know he likes me. Okay he probably wants to, you know..."
"Fuck you?"
"Oh, Janie I can always rely on you to call a spade a spade. Yes, fuck me if you like."
"Well, should I be worried?" Jane stopped stroking Diane's sex.
"Of course not, I've got you for Christ's sake. You're way more my type than him. Why would I want him when I have the sexiest partner there is?"
Jane liked the compliment, she resumed pussy stroking. Diane's finger had reached Jane's pussy and was poking and investigating her sex. Like a switch turning on, Jane wanted to come. "Dee, oh god, keep doing that, that's so good." Diane's nail was tantalizing her clit and was slipping and circling her vagina. Before Jane could say anything else, Diane rose and pushed open Jane's thighs and licked her pussy, at the same time fucking her with first two and then three fingers. Jane' muscular calves flicked over Diane's shoulders. "Oh, oh, god, yes, yes!" Jane's climax came after only about a minute.
Afterwards they lay closely together, basking in the evening sun. Jane could taste the result of her orgasm on Diane's tongue and lips.
"Dee, how do I rank compared to Erwin?" she asked. Diane opened those wondrous green eyes. "In what sense? Are we talking sexually or what?"
Jane didn't really know, exactly, but Diane's question made her realize that, as Leslie has said, she did not really, deeply know Diane. "I guess sexually in that case." She had hoped that Diane would have just affirmed her general wonderfulness.
"That's not really a fair question. He was male and you're not. How am I compared to what's-his-name who you were engaged to?"
Jane replied very quickly. It was an easy thing for her to answer. "He was nothing compared to you. You make me come all the time. Often, I didn't get there with Nicky."
"Oh, that's a real shame. Such a waste. I can't imagine anyone being happy leaving you unfulfilled. I guess he didn't know."
"God no, I wasn't going to tell him. I thought I loved him." She had loved him, but then he dumped her. Never again she thought.
Diane gave Jane a cuddle. "So sorry. You are a prize no one should dump." She thought of how she had betrayed her with Roz. She felt bad. She had really loved her husband, Erwin, and she was not going to say Jane was better in bed than him. It wouldn't be fair to his memory. Jane was an unbelievably sexy woman, but she was not Erwin.
"Janie, you're the best woman I have ever had sex with, but it's apples and oranges for you and Erwin, I don't want to be forced to compare." Jane kissed her as a way of showing her she understood, although she had hoped that she would be ranked higher than Erwin. I'm stupid she thought, of course she can't choose between us. She thought of Frank. He would have Diane if he could, but he had not given herself nearly as much attention. She couldn't help feeling a little neglected. Jane was not used to being second fiddle, even if it was to gorgeous Diane. Leslie's worries about Frank's fidelity nagged at her. What happened if they did hook up? She realized she needed Diane even more than her rational brain had acknowledged. If she told Diane about Csilla, would she take it badly, or would she be angry but then be wonderfully, powerfully jealous, like she was when she thought about Diane and Frank. The thought of telling her about Csilla intrigued her. If Diane was jealous, it would show how much she cared for her. The resemblance of Frank to the Erwin she had seen in the photos only added to her jealousy. She had been married to Erwin for 20 years or so, how could Jane ever compete with that, and wouldn't she pick someone like Frank, rather than a 30-year old associate working in the same office? Jane turned over and lay face down on the recliner. She felt really sleepy in the evening sun. She enjoyed being naked. Her body was one thing she knew Diane appreciated, she can look at me and want me. She began to breathe heavily, and Diane realized she was sleeping.
Diane arose and went inside and put on a short, lightweight robe, her breasts were barely contained within it. She made some coffee and returned outside where Jane was sleeping, still on her stomach. She read her book, while Jane snored lightly. It took some self-control to not run her hands over that body. She wanted to bury her face in between Jane's round buttocks and lick that pussy. She looked long and hard at her naked form. Her body looked amazing bathed in the evening light. The long hair, chaotically swirling around her head and shoulders, her strong shoulders, her slim waist swelling to her amazingly round ass, her beautiful and surprisingly muscular legs. Her toes with dark red nail polish. Diane had dreamt about Jane ever since she had first met her in that bar when she fell out with Roz. Diane in her mid-forties was in good or better shape than most people in their thirties, but she still really appreciated the way beautiful Jane so obviously lusted after her. They got on so well too. Her mind shifted to yesterday, to how she had cheated on Jane. Roz's seduction had been so quick and unexpected. What was I thinking, she thought? Jane had turned Diane into some kind of sex addict, something she had never really been since she was in her early 20s. Jane brought it out in her, brought her sexual drive back into the open. Her heightened sense of the erotic had laid her open to Roz. She saw even Frank had been distracted by Jane, even though Jane seemed unaware of it, and he was always very careful to not praise beautiful women. He regarded it as a sign of a superficial intellect. She knew that most of it was an attempt to appear superior and above matters of the flesh, in keeping with his education. Was it Harvard or Princeton he attended? She was pretty sure that she knew his type though, she thought it all pretension. In her estimation it wouldn't take much for her or Jane to get him to bed, if either of them put their mind to it. So much for his so-called emotional objectivity.
She let Jane sleep for an hour and then woke her up. She yawned and turned over, her round breasts thrusting towards Diane, who promptly put her hands on them. "Wakey-wakey Janie, let's go in." She slapped Jane's hips in jest. Jane smiled and opened her legs. "Yeah, you can give me more of that. You know I do like a bit of punishment from my mistress."
"Later, Janie, later, babe. I'm going to rustle up something to eat." She went inside and Jane followed. Diane wondered how Jane managed to be so apparently insatiable.
They had a great Sunday together. Diane drove them out to the country where they went for a long hike in the woods and hills. Both Jane and Diane were experienced hikers, and they enjoyed their time sweating up the hills and through the forest. On one peak Diane asked if Jane had ever had sex in the wilderness. Jane said she hadn't. Diane admitted that she and Erwin had on a few occasions, and then added that her first sexual experience had been with a girl at school, behind a deserted and ruined cabin in the mountains on a school trip when she was seventeen. Jane lying beside her smiled at the thought. "I'd have liked to have fucked you when you were seventeen." She had seen a few photos of Diane in her twenties. Unbelievable. Diane commented ruefully. "That would have been difficult for both of us as you were only about two then." Jane looked up at the sky, "Well, that's certainly food for thought."