_______________________________________ Jane's Encounters: Jane reexperiences student life by Christine Oram _______________________________________
It is best to read these stories in date order as there is a considerable continuous narrative, albeit a different episode each time. ______________________________________
On the morning after her session with the lovely Marie, Jane found a pile of work to do. It was so hard to concentrate after the time she had spent with Marie. She saw there was a text from Diane, now in Frankfurt with her son and daughter.
"Thanks for the photo. So, Marie did ask. Not surprised about Lauren. I'm not sure what I feel. That photo itself is great. You both look good. But there are other feelings I have too, which I'm not sure I should be having. You can probably guess what they are. I guess it shows I care. I hope you are being careful. Remember Marie is very young. We can talk when I get back. AML."
So, Diane was clearly jealous. The bit about having a talk seemed a bit ominous, or was she imagining it? She texted back, repeating essentially what she had said in her first text when she told her about her night out with Marie, just in different words.
"D. The club was pretty dull. I think you would have been bored, I was. Marie is v. young, as you say, so don't be jealous (if you are). You are impossible competition. So, don't worry. You know how much I need you. Sorry about my stupidity over the job offer. I'm not sensible like you. Hurry back. I hope Caro is getting better. Send her my greetings if you have told them about me. Let me know your flight and I'll meet you. Hopefully, no Sandrine this time! Love you."
An hour later Diane replied: "She's much better, having frequent rehab and is now walking with a cane. Doc says she will recover completely in six to nine months. Such hell for her, and for me. I will hate leaving her, but needs must. No need to come and meet me at the airport, don't put yourself out. They'll be no Sandrine. If you are at home I'll see you Sunday night, otherwise on Monday. AML"
The lack of Diane referring to any jealousy or most of the content of her text worried Jane, but it could simply be that she accepted what she had written, and it was no longer of any concern to her. That would be typical of Diane's undemonstrative style. Still, Jane wondered what she really thought. She was sure she had suspicions about the club night, and she would be right, of course. Jane had absolutely no defense if she found out for certain. She must not find out. She wondered whether there was anything in Diane not wanting her at the airport. She didn't want a fussing, clingy girlfriend. Perhaps no-nonsense, buxom, Jody was more her style, or Roz the hyper sexy Latina. Jane's mind wandered, looking at every possible combination of reasons why Diane might have cooled towards her. She knew that all she really needed to do was to be a real girlfriend to her, with no wavering detours with other pretty women who caught her eye. She would try, but Marie, she was just so tasty.
Scarcely ten minutes after she had resolved to be more sensible, a text arrived from Marie.
"I'm in a biochem lecture, but I can't stop thinking of u. Would u come to a party on Sat eve, 6:00? Only students, I'm afraid, but you'd fit in. Raise the tone. You're not that old (joke). I REALLY want u to come with me. Please say yes. It won't be very interesting, but you'd see me again, and more to the point, I'd see u (yay). I have a family thing on Sat night, I'd ask u, but I know you'd find that awkward--so would I. Am busy on Sunday, so I can't even see u then. One day I'd love to see u in Diane's house, but I don't suppose that's possible. Please say you'll come, I'll send details later if u say yes (please do!) love M."
The text shattered all Jane's best intentions immediately. After her feelings of rejection and guilt, Marie's sweet text full of affection and sexual promise changed her mood completely. She texted back: "Of course I'll come. Want to see you too."
A text with two thumbs up and a heart emoticon arrived thirty seconds later. Jane left her office and went to get some coffee, her heart pounding. She felt very aroused. Fuck, she thought even a simple text from Marie turns me on. That girl.
Miguel, one of the new employees, came into the kitchen as she was pouring coffee. He asked her if there was any milk and she told him that there was only half and half, but he could buy milk and keep it in the fridge if he liked. She gave him a friendly smile and said she preferred milk too. He thanked her and introduced himself. Jane was about to reciprocate when he said, "You're Jane aren't you? Very pleased to meet you."
"Oh thanks. Yes, that's me. Hope you're settling in. This company's fucked, no one seems to have told us that you and..."
"Simon."
"Yeah, Simon, were joining. What will you be doing?"
"I'm told the email about us will be sent around today. I'm in accounts. To be honest I'm not sure about Simon." Jane could not help but notice how very good-looking he was.
"Ah so you'll be working with Larry?"
"Yes, that's right." Jane felt like saying good luck with that.
"Is this your first job?"
"Yes, but I was an intern here last year. You weren't here then, I think. I worked for Diane."
"Really? Well, that would have been nice." She wished she had been an intern of Diane's at that age. Fuck yes. He probably thought the same.
"She's great. She seems to be away."
Jane explained the trip to Paris. She wondered what it would be like to work for Diane as an intern. Perhaps heaven, or a continuous torture of unfulfilled desire, if you were a straight man. He was so good-looking she wondered if he was gay.
"Larry asked me to ask you, if you can show me the inventory system, so I can get familiar with it."
"Oh, Ok, sure, anytime."
"Also, I'm wondering," he paused, and she thought he resembled an anxious schoolboy asking for more time to complete a paper, "whether you'd like to go for a drink sometime? We, I mean you could introduce the system to me, in principle, if you see what I mean." He smiled. He really was extremely handsome.
"Ah, I see, sounds like a great evening, inventory, and software discussion. I'll cancel all my other plans immediately. Miguel, you've a lot of chutzpah, I'll give you that." Jane was laughing. The cheek.
"Well, sorry, yes, but seriously Larry did ask..."
"Yes, I know about inventory. It's ok Miguel. I guess if you don't ask, you won't find out, will you? I don't think I've ever been asked on a date from a new employee the first time I met them." Jane did find it amusing.
"Sorry, Jane. Please forget it. I've got to be going actually. See you next time. Sorry and...thanks."
"Hmm, yes, inventory. Bye bye Miguel."
Back in her office she drank her coffee. As was usual with her she was not surprised that Miguel asked her, but only that it was so soon. If they went on a date they would make a good couple, if she had still been interested in straight dating, of course. Fuck, I wouldn't put it past him to have asked Diane. Some people are shameless. Later in the day, because they had reconciled, she dropped into Roz's office and told her about Miguel.
"Can you believe it? Would you do that?"
"Did he really? Yeah, he has cojones that one. He asked me who you were a couple of days ago."
"Did you say I was an easy touch?"
"Course not, he's just that way, I guess. Hombre macho. He asked me for a date after he asked me about you. He's from Puerto Rico, like me. It probably works a few times, you gotta admit he is easy on the eye."
"Oh Roz, you're not going to, with him, are you?" Jane was laughing. He seemed such a boy and Roz, well she was a number of years older than herself.
"Tempting, but no. Though I could do with something young between my legs, if I can't have you." Roz was laughing too.
"Oh, stop it, I never have known how old you are anyway."
"Yeah preciosa. That's for me to know and you to find out, but I'm older than you for sure."
"Well, I know you are younger than Diane?"
"I need to ask Diane how old she is to find out."
"You're very careful about your privacy sometimes Roz. You know how old I am."
"You're not perfect, preciosa. You're keeping quiet about your date yesterday. You've got a love bite on the back of your neck, by the way. So don't pretend you're innocent. Who was she?"
Jane sighed and reiterated there had been no one. She had no idea she had a bite. Shit, she thought, Marie must have done it to her in her passion. "It's not a bite you idiot. A shelf fell on me yesterday, the corner caught my neck. It hurt like hell. I didn't realize it made a mark."
Roz scowled but in good humor. "Whatever you say chica." After Jane left, she muttered, "Still looks like a bite to me."
On Friday night, Jane joined her colleagues for a drink. The same bar where she and Roz had broken up and when she had met Diane. It was like the old days, before the rancor. Jody was there and even Judy looked in at one time. Jane told Jody about her latest interaction with Larry and told her she had it all wrong. Jody then asked John whether he thought Larry liked Jane. John, who had a few drinks inside him said. "Fuck yes. No question. You're his little ray of light in his otherwise dull days." Pete overheard and nodded his agreement. Miguel in the background kept looking at Jane with meaningful glances. Jane found it irritating. She mentioned it to Jody.
"Oh yeah, him. I think he fancies his chances with the ladies. Bit of an oil painting, isn't he?" Jane wondered what she meant. "He's a looker. Handsome. Come on, Jane, I know you must have noticed."
Phil had been talking to Roz and to the new guy, Simon. Jane tapped him on the shoulder. "Hey Phil, are you ignoring me?" Jane looked particularly lovely today, he thought in her turtle-necked sweater that seemed to emphasize her boobs, her fantastic legs in their slightly iridescent tights under her knee length black skirt, and her plain, masculine shoes. He always hated himself for not talking to her, but his desire was so strong, he wanted to punish her somehow. But in the end, it just made him feel worse. He was certain that Jane liked him, but like is such a small word when he wanted love.
"No, not really, just been busy. You know. How'd you like the book?"
"Oh, it was obviously a deeply affecting and searing portrait of a relationship forged during wartime."
"Really?"
"It was in the blurb, so it must be true. I really liked it actually. Do you want it back?"
"No, you keep it." She was sitting in the stool very close to him. He wanted her so very badly, it was ridiculous. Her knees were almost touching his thighs. Jody swept past and annoyingly stirred the pot. "You lovebirds want a drink? I'll get you one." They both said yes. She gave Jane a meaningful look and went to the bar.
"People say dumb things, don't they?" Phil both hated and liked it that people knew about him and Jane. Somehow it made it seem more likely that they might get together. Or maybe not. Jody returned with the drinks. "Cheers to you both, perhaps you should get a room?" Jane scowled at her, but she just smiled and continued on to talk to John down the bar.
"Jane, so sorry about that. She's got completely the wrong end of the stick. I've never said anything to her about you...and me. Not that there's anything to tell. It's a complete non-event." Jane felt sympathy for him. She understood. She squeezed his hand. He held it, noticing her black nails. Jane wanted it back but did not want to ruin his pleasure.
"Phil I'm not worth you thinking about me like I think you do. I'm just an ordinary girl, really fucking ordinary."
"No, you're not, or if you are, that's exactly what I like about you. We can talk about anything. I like being with, looking at you, hearing you talk, I like anything and everything about you." This was a declaration of love, and Jane was quite touched. It's a strange thing, but Jane had had so many admirers over the years, and many had said not too dissimilar things to her, but she had never deep down believed them. Phil's statement though she did believe. It was a nice feeling to be loved. She still wished he would let go of her hand though.
"That's a really nice thing to say Phil."
"I'm not being nice. I love you Jane can't you see that?"
"Yes, I can. But I love someone else, so it's not going to work. Sorry. I have kind of told you before. I can't stop you having feelings for me, and I do so like you. I hate it when you don't talk to me. I really need a male friend. I can't say that word love,' but what I feel for you is way more than the word friend' too."
She leant over and put her lips against his face and gently kissed him. Her knees touched his thigh. Her hair brushed his face. Phil had an erection. She whispered, that voice like a slow running mountain stream, "Can I have my hand back?" Phil released her. "Please let us be friends. I can't bear you not talking to me or hating me."
"I hate that too. I couldn't bring myself to say how I liked your new hair style, because I wanted to punish you, but all I end up doing is fucking punishing myself. I do appreciate that you know how I feel at least.
"It takes courage to say you love someone."
"Thanks Jane, I'm glad I told you. So, it looks like you'll be my doomed love. It's ok, it's romantic, I guess. Thanks for being sensitive about my feelings. I'll just have to spend the rest of my life as a monk."
Jane laughed, "I hope as a monk you'll still be my friend. I need someone to look out for me."
"Of course, I will Jane. I've told you; I love you. Jesus, I sound like a Hallmark card."
Phil suddenly embraced her and held her tight. She responded. Roz and Jody were looking and smiling at her. Jane wondered how long he would hold her. She knew what Jody was thinking. Well, she was wrong. He let her go. Jane said she had to go to the little girl's room.
Roz and Jody came over. "What was that all about then? Next stop your or her place?" Jody was quite the gossip.
Roz guessed. "No, she probably said she just wants to be your friend again. Bad luck guapo, but you knew that was coming."
Phil found them both annoying. "God you two can't keep your nose out of other's business, can you? She and I are just fine. Yes, she's not going out with me, but it's Ok. We've had a great talk, and we will resume having one when she comes back, I'm sure. So, leave us alone. Or be adults and join us."
Jody shrugged and said good luck. Roz touched him on the shoulder and apologized. With respect to Jane, she knew exactly what he was going through.
Jane washed her hands in the bathroom. Phil's declaration had been so heartfelt it affected her emotionally, even if logically she knew she liked women not men. If only she could have just accepted it and been happy. Phil was good looking, as Jody and Roz had said. He had all the good characteristics to be a great life companion. Why could she not just go with it? He was a million times better than her last real boyfriend, that treacherous snake. If only Diane was here, I love her, don't I? Of course, I do. What does she think about me though? Am I just the hot girlfriend who provides sexual services, or does she want me as much as I want her? She's kind and sharing with me, but she has never said she has told her family about me, nor does she let on that I'm really special to her. Then she was quite prepared for me to move away and take a job hundreds of miles away. Maybe she just doesn't want to tell me and keeps me for the sex, but will be delighted when she thinks I will inevitably move on to someone younger, or richer, or hotter, because I'm an intellectual lightweight and overall nymphomaniac slut?
Roz came in. Jane was rinsing her hands. She looked pensive in the mirror. "You ok preciosa? Did Phil say something?"
"No, in fact it was rather sweet."
"Yeah?"
"You'd never guess. He said he loved me."
"And you're surprised? I'm not. He's been that for a long time. What did you say?"
"I told him I was in love with someone else. Fuck Roz, it's just not everyday someone tells you they love you and truly mean it. The thing is I know he does, and I feel so bad I don't want him, and yet it would very nice if I did."
Roz felt for poor Phil. She had not defined herself as being in love with Jane, but she almost certainly was in some way. Jane had wormed her way into her consciousness, and she would not leave. The main difference was that she seriously felt she might be able to get her back. Given Jane's sexual orientation this was certainly possible.
"Why don't you just tell him you're gay? You don't have to say anything about who you're in love with. You really like him, so why not do the right thing, and just tell him? It seems to me to be the kind thing to do."
"Have you told him about yourself?"
"No, because it's not quite like that for me preciosa. Firstly, he's not in love with me, and second, I'm not a lesbian."
Jane smiled at her. Well, she really liked fucking me, she thought. "So, what were we doing then?"
"I'm not a lesbian Jane. I suppose I've never told you but I'm bi. I like who I like, male, female, trans. I really liked and like you, you are special. We all like you here. Your appeal seems to be universal. You are lucky, you may not think so, but you are." Roz understated her deep feelings for her. It seemed difficult to try and separate Jane's enormous physical attractiveness from her personality.
"I hate the thought of being labeled a lesbian."
"Come on preciosa, we're in the 21st century, although I know what you mean. Fuck, my traditional parents would die if I told them you were my girlfriend. I doubt they'd even know what it meant to be pansexual."
Jane was unclear what it meant too, but she did not want to sound stupid.
"As we're confessing; my time with you was...Fuck it, Jane, I just want to say you are still probably the best-looking chica I've seen. I mean, you and me, I wish we were still together."
"Yeah, Roz. We were good, weren't we?" Then Roz was kissing her, her hands on her ass. Jane returned the kiss with a passion that surprised both of them. Roz saw the bathroom door opening so she tore her lips from Jane's. Jane turned and saw two women enter the bathroom. Jane started washing her hands again. "See you outside preciosa." Roz left and Jane smiled at the women before leaving.
Outside, Roz decided she would tell Phil about Jane. She thought it only fair to him. She was not confident Jane would. Poor Jane, she has so many advantages, but seems to be so unsettled.
After her heart-to-heart with Roz, Jane returned to the bar and she, Roz, Jody, and the others had more drinks and talked shop. They left the bar around 10:00 pm. Jane seriously thought about asking Roz back as she felt lonely, and Roz held out hope that she might. In the end they both just said goodbye and slightly awkwardly went their separate ways. Jane felt that she should exercise self-restraint after relating Phil's feelings to her. She had lost it earlier by letting Roz kiss her like that. Phil had cheered up since their talk about love. Jane couldn't bring herself to confess to him about her sexuality. It would have to wait.
On Saturday there was the novelty of waking up in her own apartment. Diane's continuing absence made it less exciting to go to her house, although Leslie was always there in the back of her mind as an alluring and impossible attraction. So, she busied herself shopping for provisions and cleaning, things she needed to do anyway. Marie sent her a text with directions. Jane contemplated cancelling, but Marie was enthusiastically wanting her to go. She couldn't help thinking that she had not been to a student party for a decade. She worried she wouldn't fit in. She'd know no one. But she had agreed, and there was always the pleasure, and the lust of course, in the prospect of seeing Marie again. She sent a text to Diane, saying she was not at the house this weekend, and wishing her a good flight and as suggested, she was not meeting her at the airport, unless needed. "See you on Monday, can't tell you how much I've missed you." Most people would not equate having a night of passionate sex with a new conquest as missing your partner. Jane is obviously not like other people, but she did indeed really miss Diane because, as she would insist, she was in love with her.
In the afternoon she went to her gym and worked out, and then showered and dressed. She decided to put on the kind of clothes she used to wear for a party when she was at university. Her clothes would be of nicer quality or bought new, but otherwise she thought to herself she would be the Jane of ten years ago. Clothes she knew teased the boys a little back then and which no doubt would now. A cropped tee, a cheap, black, short miniskirt, and vintage-looking fishnet tights. They had an intricate fishnet design and were crotchless. Regular black bra and panties and a pair of heeled, ankle booties. She adorned herself with some cheap, black jewelry consisting of a black necklace, earrings and, on her right wrist, a matching bracelet. She passed her own mirror test. She pronounced herself sufficient and added a leather jacket to finish. Shades of Marie's punky look. She put on black lipstick again and touched up her nails. In addition to a homage to lovely Marie, she was also going for the look of the woman she lost, Sophie, with whom she had had that painful evening all those months ago. Unlike Sophie, she had no sexy leather pants, but her legs in the tights would surely work as well.
In the Uber, she wondered whether this was going to be a rather painful experience, but she did want to see Marie, and she could always leave if it started to look as though it would not work out. The female driver asked where she was going and added, "Are you famous?" She thought she had that look. Jane replied, "Only in my own mind, I'm just going to a party."
"Well, have a great time, but promise me you'll take care with those frat boys." Jane smiled. "I will, don't worry. It's not that kind of party, I think, but thanks." She gave her a good tip. Compliments are always a good idea with Jane. She asked a few people she passed for directions, and she found the house, which was on a quiet street. As she approached the house, she heard a shout and Marie came running towards her. They embraced. Marie pulled Jane by the arm to behind the hedge that fronted the house. Her mouth was warm and wet. Jane had not expected such a warm welcome, but after the last few days, it was a pleasant surprise.
"Oh Jane, it's great to see you. Fuck, you look so effing hot. My god, I think perhaps we shouldn't go in. Everyone will neglect me for you. Fuck, look at you!"
"Em, have you been drinking? I'm glad to see you. I'm not overdressed, or something am I?"
Marie was definitely a little intoxicated, "God no, you look like you always do, fucking sexy. My god your legs. Love your jacket, you look like a biker or something." She pulled Jane close and again they kissed, their tongues exploring.
Jane waved a bottle of wine. "Em, I think you should cool it, you're drunk. Let's go in and I can get rid of the wine."
"No, let's just open it and drink it ourselves. Come on Janie."
Diane calls me Janie, she thought. What would she say if she knew I was here and with Marie now?
"Dee calls me Janie you know."
"Do you mind? I'll call you whatever you prefer. I am your slave Ms. Carter." Marie was definitely drunk. Jane needn't have worried about her own outfit, Marie was in a little black dress with a green belt, lots of bare leg and stiletto kitten heels. Jane loved the spiky heels. She spun in front of Jane. "Do you like me? I wore this for you."
"Em, of course I do. You look sensational." So, Marie really had similar thoughts to her about tonight. We're quite a pair.
"Come on Janie, I'll introduce you to some of my friends. You'll like them." She followed her into the house, Jane could not stop looking at Marie's ass. She really is a peach she thought, my god. In the house Marie opened the wine and she introduced Jane to a mass of people, male and female. Marie introduced her jokingly, as "Jane, my friend and style mentor. She's slumming it with us for tonight." Jane forgot virtually everyone's name shortly after having been introduced. When she got to one young blonde man Marie said, "Janie, this is Steve. We're going out." Jane nodded at him. He was nerdy looking, but Jane rather liked nerds, so she didn't think the worst of him for that. He was about Marie's height, so Jane was taller than him in her bare feet. In her 3-inch heeled booties she seemed to be a lot taller. His blue eyes looked at her with interest. He had no idea who she was, but he thought she was exceptionally attractive. He and Marie were dating, but she had never mentioned Jane before. He wondered how Marie had met her. Steve was no lady's man particularly, but Jane's body, those breasts, the amazing legs in those tights, and her striking beauty produced the usual impression. He found it incredible that Marie had never said anything about her.
Jane said, "I think Em's a little drunk. How did you two meet?" Steve recounted that they were doing the same course and their eyes had met across a crowded room and so on. Jane wondered whether they had slept together. There was something about the way he talked about Marie and their relationship that made her think it unlikely. Something for him to look forward to, she thought.
Steve asked how Jane had met Marie. Jane just said a friend owned a house next to her uncle Frank's and they met when she visited him. "I guess we just hit it off." He got her a drink and his eyes were all over her while they talked. Jane didn't really mind; she was used to it. Some of Steve's friends inserted themselves into the circle surrounding her. Soon Jane was holding court. They kept asking if she was a student and were consistently disappointed to find out she was not. This meant they were unlikely to see her around on campus. Marie appeared and said, "Ok guys Jane and I are going for a walk, so you can put your tongues back in." Jane shrugged at them. She said to Marie, "Em, I'm not some sort of trophy," as Marie led her outside and into the garden at the back.
"Oh god, sorry Janie, of course you're not. Please accept my groveling apologies. I've had a few bevies." She's really quite drunk, thought Jane. There were a few people sitting on the ground and some couples lying together on the damp grass. Marie held Jane's hand and they sat together on a wooden bench, looking at the house which seemed to have every light on.
"Jane, it's so great to see you again. You know I've been thinking about, you know, last time." They talked about that night, how great it was, and Marie enjoyed telling Jane again how much she loved Jane's explosively peeing climax. That beautiful, naked, athletic body, the wet spray. The gush that expressed Jane's lack of control and complete surrender to her primal pleasures. Marie's obvious enjoyment of their session delighted Jane and turned her on. Not that she needed to be, sitting next to Marie was arousing enough. Marie asked her if Diane had returned. She wondered whether Diane knew about Jane being with her tonight, or that they had gone clubbing. Diane must be crazy to not mind her being out with me if she does. Jane explained that she would be back on Sunday.
"So, when she's back that'll mean the end of...this then, I suppose. It makes me sad." Marie rested her head on Jane's shoulder. "Sometimes, I wish we'd never started all this. I think I'll be really upset if I can't see you anymore." Jane remembered that it was Marie, prompted by Lauren who had asked her out, so she did not start all this, it was them. She wondered whether on her own she would have started anything with Marie. She doubted somehow that an opportunity would have arisen.
"Em don't worry. We can still see each other, but yes, we will need to be more careful. I too would hate to never see you again." Marie's hand was caressing Jane's bare stomach, her fingertips tracing the waist of her skirt and then running underneath the cropped tee, feeling the bottom of her bra. It was getting dark, and the finger action was exciting both of them. Jane tensed and Marie kissed her.
"We should be careful, Em, Steve may see, he's only in the house. Your friends are all around. I don't want to get you into trouble."
"Janie, you were big trouble for me once Lauren noticed you running past my uncle's house and pointed you out. I just didn't realize you would fuck with my mind so much. Sorry, you've done nothing wrong, I mean my mind is full of you, you've been a fantasy I didn't realize I had." Marie's fingers were under her skirt running along the edge of her tights and feeling the cotton of her panties. Jane's arm was around Marie's shoulder, whose head was lying against hers. The warmth and scent of Jane and her leather jacket was stimulating her desire. Marie just wanted to make love to her, her inhibitions lowered by the drink.
Jane could see people milling about, and she noticed Steve come out with a group of people. She put her hand on Marie's wrist, the fingers of which were about to reach her sex, and gently returned the wandering hand to Marie's lap.
"Your friends are coming over. We can't have you masturbating me, can we?"
"Oh shit, what does he want? I like the idea of my making you come in front of everyone." Marie saw it in her mind's eye. My god, that would blow everyone's mind.
"He wants talk with his sexy girlfriend, no doubt. Come on Em, don't embarrass yourself and me."
"Shit, Ok. He probably wants to talk to his girlfriend's even sexier friend more like."
"Don't be silly, he doesn't know me. Quick."
Jane stood up. Steve and three female students were with him. Marie remained sitting. "Hiya," she said to them.
Jane was tall in her heeled boots. Taller than any of them. Steve was very friendly, and they chatted about movies and such like. He was obviously attracted to her. The girls asked Jane how she knew Marie. The same story was recounted. One of them, a petite, slightly overweight girl asked if Marie was alright. She was sitting on the bench, looking into space. Steve volunteered that she had had too many. Marie denied it, but all of them thought she was intoxicated. Jane thought Marie looked very desirable, relaxed, and pensive. Her shapely legs were pale, her thin dress clinging to her body, the slash of the stripes of different colored hair standing out in the dusk. The thin straps of her bra were visible under her arms and her round breasts were clearly delineated under the flimsy cloth. Steve noticed Jane looking at Marie and smiled at her. She smiled back warmly. Despite the earlier explanation he still wondered why Jane had come all this way just to be with Marie at a party where she knew no one else. He hoped very much he would see her again. He thought she was the only woman who could outshine even Marie.
One of the girls, Trish, sat down next to Marie and began to talk to her. She chattered about her roommates, mutual friends of Marie's, but Marie was not really listening. Her eyes were on Jane, whose back was towards her, talking to Steve and the others.
"Trish, what do you think of Jane?" Marie was absorbed trying to imprint Jane's body into her memory. She was standing, her legs slightly apart. Marie was taking in the curve of her hips and the sweep of her thigh muscles, and those amazing calves in her sexy tights. That beautiful bum. The back of her head with her short, highlighted hair.
"I don't know her Marie, I mean I've only just met her. Seems nice. She works in the city, doesn't she? Is she staying with you?"
"No, alas and alack. She lives closer to downtown. We went dancing this time last week. She's pretty extraordinary looking don't you think?" Marie had developed an obsession with that body, and it was weighing on her mind. She felt as though she was becoming like Lauren.
"Oh yeah, she has an awesome figure, no question."
"Trish, have you ever been in love with a woman?" Trish didn't blink an eye and said that she did have a crush on a teacher in high school, but never since...
Marie wanted to tell someone about her feelings. Lauren had always swum around happily in the LGBT pool, but Marie had a boyfriend, and everyone thought she was straight. Her feelings for Jane were completely novel to her. Perhaps they would go away eventually? Once Jane was back with Diane, surely this would stop them seeing each other? Maybe that would stop her feeling this way?
"Well, you know when I look at Jane, I want to sleep with her. I just can't help it. I mean look at her."
Trish looked surprised. "Hey Em, no worries, I'm told everyone is experimenting these days. Not me. I don't even have sex, but others are banging away left right and center. Jane looks picky though, the likes of me would never get a look in. Beautiful as she is, she does nothing for me. I'm more into someone like Steve."
"Fuck off, Trish. He's my boyfriend you bitch." They were both joking around. "Well, you just said you wanted to do some carpet munching, so that frees him up for me doesn't it?"
Marie punched her on the arm playfully. Jane and the others looked around at them. Trish said, "She is beautiful though I agree. I'd keep Steve away from her if you want to keep him." Marie laughing told her to shut up as they walked over to join them. They all returned to the house, where they had another drink.
Jane was adding ice to her drink, when someone touched her arm, and said, loudly, "Oh my god, it's Jane. How d'you get here? Who invited you?" It was Lauren. She had on her usual garb of black jeans although she had a sleeveless tee shirt revealing a left arm that was heavily tattooed. She almost leapt on Jane as she hugged her, making Jane spill her drink over her skirt. Lauren kissed her on the lips. Jane reeled, the drink running down the fine nylon web of her tights. "Really glad you're here. Did Marie ask you? Fuck, she could have told me. Sorry about the other weekend. It's not your fault you make a girl weak at the knees. My god though you're not helping my blood pressure looking at you now."
Jane had to smile; she was nothing if not enthusiastic. "Yeah, Marie asked me. I wondered whether to come."
"Yeah, but now you have. Great. Don't go anyway Jane, I'll be back soon. You do look really good by the way." She bustled off, her compact form pushing through the crowd.
Jane fell into conversation with an intense young mathematician. She found him rather amusing and laughed a lot, much to her surprise. They exchanged numbers. Jane would probably just end up blocking his text messages, but uninformed of her sexual preferences, he looked forward to texting her.
"Hey Tom, how are you?" Marie was at her side. She put her arm around Jane. "I've got something to show Jane, come on. Tom, you don't mind me taking away this beautiful woman for a little?"
Jane mouthed sorry to Tom. Tom looked as though he most definitely did mind. Marie and Jane went into the entry hall of the house. The noise was quite intense. "I reckon it's getting noisy; the cops may come. I don't want to get caught underage drinking. Did you know Lauren's here?"
Jane replied that she knew. They'd met.
"Oh god, did she do anything? She's as drunk as a skunk."
"Yes, she was all over me. I'm kind of glad to not have to see her again tonight. No offense meant."
They walked out onto the dark street. Their heels sounded on the sidewalk.
"I'm thinking, if you're up for it, we could go to my dorm, we could get some, um, privacy."
"What about your roommates?"
"She's usually with her boyfriend, but I'm not sure. I think the other two are out too. Oh, Jane I'm so sorry I have not thought this out very well, have I?" Jane suggested they could go to her place. A repeat experience of their hot, mid-week rendezvous. Marie moved closer and they held hands. She explained that she had agreed to be at her parents' at 9:00. It was her brother's birthday, so they were all celebrating and having a day out tomorrow together as a family. Jane agreed there was no time to go to her apartment. This evening was not working out. She was beginning to think that for both of them it might have been less stressful if she had not come at all.
Marie held her hand tightly, feeling Jane's bracelet against her wrist. "I may never see you again once Diane's back. Fuck it, I feel I might cry." Jane felt the emotion of the moment. Poor Marie, she is drunk, but Jane knew what she meant.
"I just think I'm kind of in love with you, or something. It's ever since the club, you know that kiss, and then when I came over. I've never had sex like that, it's messed with my brain."
Marie's warm body slid against Jane's and Jane pulled her close, her face in her hair. "Oh Marie, thanks, babe, I know, I know, but it's really not as drastic as that. You can always come to see me at home, or even call in at Diane's if I'm there. So, for now I think it has to be your dorm then, right?" Marie nodded and led the way. Jane thought that as long as Diane didn't find out about them, it should be just fine. It was a risk, but the way Jane felt it was definitely worth taking. Marie had a vision of her fucking Jane, with Diane in the room next-door. Maybe she would come in and find them and then... Ever since meeting Jane she kept having these sexual fantasies, she just couldn't stop them feeding into her sex-addled brain.
Her dorm was a three-story building, and her room was on the top floor. Marie introduced Jane to the two women at reception. She knew one of them quite well. They walked up the three flights of stairs. Jane put her hand under Marie's dress, feeling her thighs as they climbed, the leg muscles under her hand rising and falling. Halfway up Jane gently pushed her up against the corner of the stairwell, her tongue in her mouth, her hand underneath Marie's panties, the pussy wet and waiting under her touch. "Oh Janie, yes, fuck me, go on." Marie was in a high state of arousal by the time they reached her room. They found the suite unoccupied. Jane threw her leather jacket on a chair. "So, this is where you called me for the dirty phone call?" She stood by the window looking out. Marie's face nuzzled the back of her head, her hands on Jane's breasts, feeling her nipples through the bra and shirt. Jane sighed and murmured that it felt very good. Marie's hand pulled up her short skirt and Jane held the hem. Her fingers pushed inside Jane's black panties and then were on her sex. The fingers delicately probed the vulva, her forefinger slowly running under the labia feeling Jane's wetness and then sliding into her vagina.
"Em, that's good, oh yes, continue doing that." She could feel Marie's body and soft breasts against her back, Marie's face was caressing her own, and whispering encouragement in her ear. "Oh Jane, you seem to like this, I love it when you get so wet. When you get like this, I want you in my mouth." Jane arched her back pushing against Marie as the fingers continued their work.
Jane turned her head and their mouths met, Jane's black lipstick leaving marks around Marie's sensual lips. Jane's breathing rate increased as she became more and more excited. Marie unzipped Jane's miniskirt at the waist and then she was in between Jane's fish-netted thighs, her hands pulling the panties to one side, her tongue slipping, sliding, licking, and gently caressing Jane's now wet vulva, playing with the glistening folds of her labia, exposing her clit, which her tongue stimulated until Jane cried, "Oh god, yes, do it, do it!" Jane felt the warm, gentle, pliant, yet insistent tongue inside her, seemingly flicking over and into her every last crevice of her pussy until she couldn't take it anymore. She braced against the windowsill; Marie's dark head buried deep in between her legs. Then she felt everything giving way and she was coming hard, her hands gripping the sill, her whole lower body twisting. Marie held her tightly just below her knees. Marie could taste Jane's orgasm, a sweet wetness in her mouth. The muscular legs around her squeezed her body as she knelt in between them.
"Fuck, fuck, yes, yes!" Jane's cries of pleasure would join the other powerful erotic memories Jane had already provided Marie. Jane exhaled deeply and as her climax faded, she straightened up, stepping over kneeling Marie, and leaving her skirt lying on the floor she sat down on a futon, knees together, her inner thighs and tights wet from Marie's saliva. She pulled down and kicked her panties off. In her tee shirt and crotchless tights and boots, and smeared lipstick Jane looked some kind of sexy, porn star, punk rocker.
"Em, that was really nice," she said, collecting her senses. "Maybe you should put something on the door, giving a warning, in case someone wants to come in? Or we could go to your room. I don't suppose you can lock it?
"It's a keycard system for the main door. You're right. I'll put the red card on the doorknob. It's a sign we have to knock before entering. I hope my room or suite mates don't come back."
"Well, we'd better be quick, I'm sorry to say or we run the risk of giving your roommate an eyeful. Unless she likes that kind of thing, of course." Marie said she got on quite well with her roommate Alix, but she was straight as a die and, anyway not her type.
"Not fuckable then?"
"Oh Jane, you are very un-PC. But yes, not to me anyway."
Marie wanted to possess every last atom of Jane before Diane returned; those fishnet-covered legs, the perfection of hips, bare stomach, those breasts, and that face with those large hazel eyes looking up at her and, what still seemed astonishing to her, completely available for her, Marie, to sexually pleasure however she pleased.
"Alix may not be fuckable, but I do know a very hot woman who is the most completely fuckable person on the planet and she's here in front of me, looking so fucking hot." Marie wriggled out of her skirt and pulled her shirt over her head.
"Hmm, a wild guess, but I assume you are referring to yours truly? If so, why don't you get your hot body over here?"
Marie almost leapt on Jane, her bare legs straddling Jane's thighs. Jane's arms enclosed her, unclipping her bra. Marie's pert boobs pressed against her, her nipples tight and hard, stimulating her passion still further as she moved against Jane. Jane ran her hands up Marie's smooth thighs and then her finger was inside her. "Oh, yes, yes!" Jane inserted another finger, and Marie squirmed in pleasure. As the young breasts oscillated in front of her Jane took them into her mouth in turn, their nipples flicking against her palette. Marie was gasping and moaning, and she raised herself up as a third finger entered her. Jane continued licking and arousing her nipples, while she thrust those fingers rhythmically and deeply into the tight pussy. Soon Marie was pounding on the fingers, a creamy white wetness streaming from her swollen pussy, lubricating Jane's hand. "Fuck me, fuck me!" she cried. The young breasts were now brushing and swishing across Jane's face. Marie pumped faster and faster, Jane's fingers sliding rapidly in and out and, as her vagina was now awash with streaming wetness, they penetrated still deeper, producing even more exquisite delight for Marie.
"Oh god, here I go, I'm coming, now, oh god yes!" Marie grasped Jane's head and froze, Jane felt Marie's pussy contract rhythmically around her fingers, and then the girl was trembling and sighing erotically, before slumping against her as she finished, her passion exhausted.
They lay together on the futon for a few minutes, enjoying their intimate contact. Marie helped Jane off with her tee shirt and her bra. Marie couldn't stop feeling them and tweaking the nipples, delighting Jane. In just her necklace, bracelet, crotchless fishnet tights, and boots she presented an interesting, if highly erotic, sight. Jane suggested they go into her room in case someone wanted to come in, at least there would be another door in between them. She was worried more about Marie than herself. No one knew her, but Marie would have to live with it. They went into the room. Her bed was only a twin, so Jane suggested she take it. Jane sat on Alix's bed. Marie, naked except for her panties and her kitten heels, lay down.
"If I were Alix, I'd be turned on if I knew your wet pussy had been sitting on my bed." Marie just loved Jane in her fishnets, boots, and panties, so fucking hot. My god.
"From what you said, I think she wouldn't like me on her bed at all."
"Yeah, you're probably right. But then she's an idiot. Why don't you come here, Janie?"
Jane moved over and knelt by Marie who was lying on her back almost naked as if she were ready to sleep, her head on the pillows. Marie's toes flicked Jane's nipples and her breasts pressed against Marie's calves as Jane removed Marie's spiky shoes.
Jane reached and pulled off her panties, threading them carefully over Marie's slim ankles. Then she started on her as if she was a masseuse. She gently caressed Marie's young, toned body. She kissed her sensually, enjoying the way Marie responded eagerly to her tongue and lips. Then her hands were squeezing Marie's boobs, followed by her gently caressing and massaging everywhere on the young woman's body; on her shoulders, her abdomen, her hips, paying particular attention to her slim, lovely legs, squeezing her calves. She caressed the length of her thighs, periodically returning to the breasts, her hands grasping their roundness, her tongue and mouth sucking each nipple. Jane would then cease the boob sucking and caressing and would return to massage. Every now and then she would run her fingers on either side of Marie's sex, only occasionally and almost as if it were unintended, grazing the edge of her vulva. Soon, Marie was feeling such arousal she began to ask Jane to touch her sex, not avoid it. Jane just smiled and asked her to lie on her front which she did, her breasts bursting with tension, and her nipples hard. They felt uncomfortable as she lay on them. Jane's hands slid up her thighs, and kneaded her buttocks, then over her hips and slim waist, up her back and shoulders. Marie sat up, revealing her breasts. Jane twirled her nipples and squeezed her breasts, then she pushed Marie down gently, so her newly aroused boobs were squashed under her again. Marie began to feel hot, and she felt like she was blushing all over. Jane's fingers traced in between her buttocks, but once again barely touched the entrance to her center of pleasure. Perhaps there was a very slight touch on the base of her pussy, but it felt to Marie like a 1000-volt shock, and she jumped, letting out a gasp of excitement. Jane was doing to Marie what she had done to Cathy in the boiling Californian sun all those months ago, and to Diane just after Sandrine's visit. She was tormenting Marie by touching and caressing every erogenous zone, but the most important one. Meanwhile Marie's beautiful, symmetrical vulva lay almost completely untouched, but filled with a tingling, yearning sensation, wanting fulfillment, wanting Jane to touch it, finger it, lick it, and fuck it so hard until Marie would lose control and explode all over Jane in a torrent of female cum, like Jane had done after she had used that vibrator on her.
Marie kept twisting her lovely naked body so Jane would be forced to finger her where it really counted. "Jane, you can touch my pussy, don't tease me, please. You can fuck me now. Go on." Marie's fingers reached down to touch herself, but Jane took her hand and placed it on her bare minge instead.
"Jane you're so wet, why not get me as wet as you. Please lick or fuck me, you'll make me go mad. Please, I need it so bad, oh God!" Jane had finally drawn her finger across Marie's slit. But she resumed massaging her thighs and hips.
"Turn over. On your side, Em."
Marie felt Jane's body against her as she squeezed in beside her in the bed, the rough texture of her tights on her thighs as Jane put a leg over her. Jane's boobs felt wonderful against her. This is it, she thought, I'll be released soon from the pleasurable agony she's been putting me through. Jane hands once again caressed her boobs, until they were throbbing with almost unbearable tension. Jane's breath was on her neck, her kisses gentle on the skin.
Her voice was at its most seductive, whispering in her ear. "Is there something I can do for you Marie Bradley?"
"Fuck, yes, you can fucking make me come, please, please." Jane held both of Marie's wrists preventing her from touching herself, her strong arms and hands holding them as if in a vice.
"Interesting. But I think polite young ladies do not use such words."
"Oh fuck, Janie don't, I'm desperate."
"Naughty words, sweet Marie, naughty words."
Marie was beyond desperation, "Ok, ok. Please make me come Jane. I'm begging you. I want to have an orgasm."
"That's much better." Jane slid out of the bed and ran her finger down Marie's slit by contacting it from the rear, in between her buttocks. Marie trembled, drops of white fluid started to well up between the labia. Jane had to do it now, or Marie would come spontaneously. She roughly pulled Marie on her back and opened her legs and pushed her fingers into Marie, her thumb contacting her impossibly aroused clitoris as her fingers penetrated deep into the young girl. Marie gasped and the climax started, gathering intensity like an accelerating comet, Jane pushed more of her hand into the girl, and it seemed that the wet gaping pussy might absorb her whole hand.
Marie jumped, her legs flying up and wrapping around Jane's waist, her eyes closed, saliva dribbling out of her mouth as she lost all control. "Ohh, yes, yes, ahhh, yes." Her cries were very loud. Then Jane felt her vagina twitch, and a gout of watery white juice spurted out of the climaxing pussy. Jane bent down extracting her dripping hand and plunged her tongue into the slit, the ejaculate spraying and dribbling on her face as she licked inside the crying and writhing girl's sex. Marie experienced such a cataclysmic climax, she felt she would soon lose consciousness. Jane hand and tongue in her and then the spray made her feel that soon all her body would be out of her voluntary control. Succeeding waves of orgasm swept through her, making her positively vibrate with the waves of pleasure. The pleasure seemed to be compounded with the thought that it was her fantasy, Jane Carter, who had done this wonderful thing to her. Fuck, I love her, she thought as the climax slowly ebbed away.
Jane licked the still dripping slit and then wiped Marie's pussy dispersing the juice over her thighs. "Well, that looked a good one Em. We should stop doing this or we'll end up with a flood. Have you ever come like that before?" Her fishnet covered ass sat next to Marie's shoulders on the edge of the bed. Marie put her hand around her hips and snuggled into her ass and back.
"No, never. Not as impressive as your cum on Thursday morning, but wow, you really got me. Just lie with me Jane and hold me." Jane at last removed her boots and they lay together. Marie ran her fingers through Jane's highlighted bob, kissing her gently. "Janie, I think I may love you."
Jane smiled, "It's just your cum talking. You don't want to love me. You've your whole life ahead of you." Jane felt a wave of guilt. She can't love me, can she? I love Diane for god's sake.
The knock on the door was very loud. Outside someone shouted that they were coming in. Jane was up in a second pulling on her tee shirt and grabbing Marie's and her clothes from the floor. She had her skirt in her hand and had thrown Marie's crumpled black dress at her, when they heard the front door open. A second later their door was open too. Two women were looking at them, their mouths agape. One was Lauren. It took a second or two for Lauren to take in Jane in her jewelry, short tee, nipples erect under the cloth, her lower body in just her tights, her hands instinctively covering her groin. That body, crotchless tights, oh my god, she thought. Marie clearly naked under a sheet, a jumble of boots and stiletto heels in a pile on the floor. Marie's face was smeared with black lipstick. Jane's beautiful oval face was flushed, the lipstick overflowing her lips and spread about her mouth.
Lauren looked shocked and angry in equal measure. The other girl said, "Marie, what's going on?"
Lauren said quietly, her anger apparent. "What the fuck do you think? This bitch," she pointed at Jane, "has just seduced Marie, they've been fucking of course."
Marie just looked at them saying nothing, but felt honor bound to defend Jane, "It's not her fault, I chose to go with her. Sorry Lauren and Sue."
Jane, conscious that her sex was exposed turned her back on the girls and stepped into her miniskirt. She was very embarrassed and stepped in the wrong way and then had to rotate the skirt to get it on correctly. All eyes looked at her doing this. Lauren was incandescent with rage. Jane was her crush, not Marie's. How could she betray me like this? I discovered her and now Marie has come from behind and taken her from me. She was so upset she wanted to destroy something. Tears were in her eyes.
Sue was ignorant of why everyone seemed so upset. So, Marie likes women, so what? "It's no biggie for me. I just didn't know you liked girls. Whatever. Nice to meet you?" She looked at Jane.
"Jane. Um, nice to meet you too."
Sue smiled at her. How embarrassing for them both, she thought.
Sue said, "Well, this is awkward, I'll leave you. See you later Marie."
Marie held the sheet close against her chest. Lauren was so angry she couldn't speak. Jane pulled on her boots. "Em, I think I'd better go, I think I'm making things worse. I'll be in touch."
"Yes, why don't you fuck off, you fucking bitch." Lauren's voice was choked with anger and jealousy. Her love Marie and her hot crush had betrayed her.
"Lauren, look..." Marie was cut off by Lauren who was now shouting.
"Don't fucking say anything. You were my friend. How could you, how fucking could you?" All Lauren could think about was how she should have been with Jane, not Marie. Marie was her friend, one day she thought she might be more than a friend. Now it was completely ruined. Every fucking thing.
Jane slunk out. Sue was outside listening to Marie and Lauren go at it. She smiled at Jane. "You stirred up a hornet's nest I reckon. Not sure why Lauren's so pissed."
"She's sweet on Em, I think." Jane picked up her panties and bra and stuffed them into the pockets of her leather jacket. She draped her small bag over her shoulder.
"I'd better go, how do I look?"
"I'd go to the bathroom and clean your face. It's a mess. I wouldn't walk around with, you know, your lower bits uncovered."
"Thanks, Sue. Sorry about all this. Be nice to Em, will you? She'll be really upset. Whatever she says, it is my fault you know. I'm not good with these things." With that Jane left. Shortly after that Sue heard Lauren say that she was never going to have anything to do with Marie again. She stormed past, her eyes filled with tears and the door slammed behind her. She heard Marie sniffling but left her alone. She had no idea what to say, or any of the history. I'll talk to her later, she thought.
Jane cleaned her face in the bathroom, removing the lipstick smears. She put on her panties and bra. She smelt of sex. Her panties were wet. She couldn't help wishing that Marie had planned it all better, but then it was her fault for coming too.
She felt stressed. She had made it up with Roz, and to a certain extent Phil, but now she had upset Lauren. Then there was Marie who now said she loved her. Surely, she didn't mean it. First Lauren and now Marie. Fucking love, always love. There was love and love, did Em mean the real thing, or just lust writ large? She thought that Lauren's reaction would be irrelevant to her going forward. She didn't really know her, and she doubted she could do any damage to herself. But Marie would be upset and if she became open in her affection for her then Diane might find out eventually. That's on me though. I wanted her as much as she wanted me. I could have made a choice and not gone to the club and the rest.
When she got home, she pondered these thoughts until she slept. When she woke up in the middle of the night, she wished Marie were beside her. She had to admit to herself she was too fond of her for it to be healthy. Lauren was right too; she had seduced Marie. As usual with her, her sexual drive was always in control. Maybe I really do have a problem, she thought.