Jane's Encounters: Diane's revenge
by Christine Oram
It is best to read these stories in date order as there is a considerable
continuous narrative, albeit a different episode each time.
Jane lay in bed on the morning after the party with Marie, thinking about her. She would have gone on to her parents later that evening, and then would be with them today celebrating her brother's birthday. She was wondering how she was after Lauren and Sue found them together. Jane didn't really care, after all no one knew her at the university, nor did she have to go back, but she did care about Marie and hoped she was not too upset by Lauren's outburst of anger. Jane had never had a very high opinion of Lauren in the first place and thought the whole idea that she had some kind of dibs on Marie's affections was completely ridiculous. She knew that she and probably Marie were in no way attracted to Lauren. After the discovery she also resented the whole concept that because Lauren liked her, she had any obligations to like her back. She cringed at the idea. Screw her. Marie might well be upset, but it would pass. Jane thought that the row with Lauren would blow over. In fact, if it was true, and it certainly looked that way, that Lauren was not-so-secretly in love with Marie, then she would be unable to be mad at her for anything more than a few days.
She luxuriated under the sheets, enjoying the memories of Marie's body. Every time she thought of her her sexual appetite increased. On balance, she had had a fantastic week sexually. Marie had proved to be a great lover, and Jane had to admit that even she had been satisfied, which was saying something. Marie was also really sweet. Christ, a banging body with a great personality. She felt a little jealous of Steve, as he was her boyfriend. Still, she doubted he had ever, to put it bluntly, got his dick inside her. Jane knew a lot about men and their desires. She had been the object of way too much attention over the years, and there was something naïve about him. A nice boy, but she thought he had little idea about what a hot tiger Marie was when aroused.
A ping announced a text from Marie, "L finished with me, said she never wants to see me again. She had very nasty things to say about u too. I'm trying not to care, but I've known her ten years. She's a stupid bitch. Not sure we can ever make up. I'm not too upset, but it was unpleasant. Sorry u had to go through it. Sue doesn't care. Why would she? I haven't told Alix, not sure I will. Haven't told her about your pussy on her sheets either!! Of course, she has no idea you exist. That's her loss though in my book. Thanks for doing what u did to me. You're the best. I think L thinks so too, that's why she's being such a bitch. XXX"
Jane texted her back, "Sorry M, it's my fault. I shouldn't have come to the party; I'd hate it if you think I ruined an old friendship. Friends are valuable. Thinking of you a lot. You are special. Diane's back today, so I'll see her tomorrow. Hoping she and I will still be good. I hope you understand? Still think of you and want you. This is not the end. Love to you."
She wondered whether she should have made her reply less obviously affectionate. It's quite possible to love more than one person, there shouldn't be a rule against it. Marie got it. Diane is not going to find out about me and Marie, so if Marie and I are okay with it then that's fine. Jane concluded her somewhat tortuous thoughts with the homily that she loved Diane, and when she came to this conclusion, she still realized she believed it to be true in spite of everything that had happened since she had gone.
On Monday at work Diane did not rush up to see Jane, but neither did she rush down to see Diane because Jody mentioned they were all closeted in a debrief of their Paris trip. Not seeing Diane did not help Jane's mood, she was also feeling a bit premenstrual. In the meantime, Diane was learning something new about Jane.
Ever since Jane had sent the photos of her and Marie outside the nightclub, Diane had felt sharp pangs of jealousy. She had hoped that Marie was not interested in women, but she was not confident about Jane's intentions. Jane was a sexual powerhouse, if she set her mind to it perhaps Marie would fall for her charms. Both of them looked so hot too. Jane was mind blowing with her bare stomach and under-boob revealing top and those legs in the skintight leggings, but Marie was not far behind. Marie was always sexy in an adolescent, schoolgirl, goth way, but she had clearly stepped up her look and Diane had to wonder who she was trying to impress. It was easy to guess that it was Jane. If Diane felt an attraction for her, then she was certain that Jane did. Diane had wanted Jane the moment she saw her, and to her it seemed likely that Marie might too if she had even the slightest Sapphic tendencies. After all Marie had specifically asked Jane to go to the club. Diane had assumed Jane would not go, so was surprised and a little dismayed when she had. The fact that Lauren did not also upset her. She felt sure that Lauren would have put a damper on any possible messing around.
Diane tried to be the adult in their relationship, Jane was somehow unreliable, she knew, but she always gave her the benefit of the doubt. Also, the fact was that she had absolutely no factual reason to distrust Jane, although she always wondered what happened with Irma that afternoon. Jane had dumped sexy Roz easily too, in favor of herself. This had always surprised her. She understood the effect Jane had on people and it would surely be so easy for her to seduce a young girl like Marie. The simple sexy photo of them outside the club was nagging at her emotions. Diane had always been beautiful, but now with extraordinary, younger Jane she was feeling she could not compete. Her usual sanguinary cool was being slowly worn down by jealous thoughts.
In this frame of mind, Judy's passing, slightly vindictive comment that Jane had screwed up the sales figures when she was away and that she had met Jane's sister outside the office had an oversized impact on poor jet-lagged Diane.
"That can't be right, she's an only child."
"Oh well, that's who she said she was. They seemed fond of each other certainly."
"Why do you say that? Were you eavesdropping?" Diane knew that Judy had very strong positive feelings for her. She didn't want to ask or find out why.
"They kissed each other, and it wasn't the way I'd kiss my sister."
"What did this sister look like?"
Judy had no idea what she was doing, but she quite enjoyed the negative vibes she was getting from Diane. Jane really was insufferably attractive, she could be diminished with benefit, she thought. Diane seemed to find Jane fascinating for some reason.
"Oh, I don't know. Black hair with colored and white stripes in it. Very pretty."
Diane controlled the outward display of the emotion that Judy's answer had produced in her. Calmly she pretended the information was uninteresting, and she just nodded. Judy was expecting a better reaction. "That girl could do with being brought down a peg or two, I reckon." Diane scowled at her and said simply, "That's not nice Judy, don't say that again to me or to anyone else."
Judy apologized, and Diane went into her office. That had not produced the effect she had expected. That girl Jane, why does everyone think she is so great?
In her office Diane felt a torrent of emotion. She had not felt such powerful feelings since Caroline's accident. She felt anger and intense, extraordinary, jealousy. So, Jane and Marie must have happened. Jane is an ungrateful, treacherous, lying bitch, I'll never speak to her. She can clear out of my house and my life. Marie's welcome to her. See how she likes being cheated on. The feeling of betrayal was so intense Diane felt tears in her eyes. And to think I had started to love her. She saw a text from Jane but could not bear to open it. All those lies in Jane's earlier texts about Marie, "boring, very young, nothing to worry about". All that crap. This is incredible, I never thought I would be so upset, she thought. All those long afternoons lying next to Jane, all those lovely nights with her. Their laughter and Jane's teasing sense of humor, and her compliments. Her body. How she made her feel. She was so upset and confused by the time lunchtime came around she had not done any work at all.
At the debrief meeting she was vacant and answered any questions as if in a daze. The others in the meeting said nothing, but they noticed something was wrong. Another text arrived from Jane. She ignored it. In the afternoon, Roz called in and asked if she was alright. She had noticed her in the meeting. It was so unlike her; she knew something was wrong.
"You OK, Diane?" Roz thought she looked upset. Her green eyes tired.
"Yeah, just jet lagged."
Roz sat down in front of her. "Diane, I know you and me, well we don't know each other very well, but you can talk to me if you like. I'm no gossip. We've always had a good working relationship, I think." Both of them were thinking of their exciting moments of passion of a month ago or so, but they did not mention it. Diane looked beautiful as always. Roz loved her large breasts. She remembered how they felt. She was wearing dress pants. Close fitting around her thighs and ass. Low heeled black sandals. Under the desk she had crossed her legs, her red pedicured nails on one foot swinging slightly up and down. Roz felt a strong desire to suck them.
Diane recalled how Roz had lost her temper with her when she had first met Jane. That was not a good working relationship. In retrospect though she had to admit that Roz had managed to keep her resentment in check over those next weeks when she and Jane had become friends. Roz's anger at betrayal had fallen on Jane. She remembered Jane being upset by Roz in their early days together.
Diane thought that her current, tormented feelings should not have come as a surprise. Jane had dumped Roz, and it looks like she has now dumped me, for a girl 20 years my junior. She should have been more prepared. Diane's memories of Jane's first visit to her house surfaced. Those hours of mutual seduction were when she experienced the most intense desire she had ever felt. Fuck, I'm really hurting, she thought as she looked at Roz, who was all sympathy and Latin good looks.
"I'm fine, Roz, just personal things, you know how they can creep up on you unawares. I don't want to talk about it, but thanks for asking. It's much appreciated."
Roz rose and then was standing beside her. She put her hand on her shoulder. "Well, just let me know if I can do anything for you." She paused and then sat on the desk. Diane looked at her thighs in the tight jeans, "just let me know. I don't like to see you upset. It's very unlike you. Have you seen Jane yet? I'm sure she wants to see you, as you've been away for so long. You know, I've, we've, missed you too."
"No. I'm not up to seeing her now. Just tell her I'm really busy if she asks. Don't go out of your way though."
The tight jeans and the groin moved as she lifted herself off the desk. Roz gently touched Diane on the arm. "Right, no problem, but please just remember what I said, preciosa."
Preciosa. Diane knew it was inappropriate for her to be calling her that, but she left it. Even in her sad state of mind, it provided some solace, even though she was sure she knew what Roz was up to.
Before she left work, the absence of any word from Diane made Jane go down to see her. The door was closed. Judy, seeing her outside said, "If you're looking for Diane, she's not there. I think she's gone home. She seems a bit out of sorts."
Jane thanked her and went back to her office. She had sent two texts and neither had been answered. Was she being paranoid or was it significant? She knew Roz had seen her today, but Roz had left too. She did the same and then walked home, stopping at the gym. The exercise kept her mind off all the bad scenarios filling her mind.
The next two days provided no relief for Jane. Diane did not answer her texts and she was mysteriously absent when she went down to see her. Judy annoyingly seemed to enjoy telling her that Diane was busy or out if she went down. Judy had no idea why Diane was not talking to Jane, but she was sure Diane had a very good reason, somehow perhaps related to what she had seen and related to her. Judy looked at Jane's legs in her stylish black tights and her too-short skirt. She got a perverse satisfaction in seeing the obvious disappointment in her failing to see Diane.
Diane was slowly coming to terms with Jane's apparent betrayal. As the immediate impact lost its acuteness, she realized that exactly what Jane was meant to have done was quite unclear. So, Jane had been seen kissing Marie. What exactly did this signify? Originally, she had assumed it was because they had been together the night before, but she also knew that that scenario might be wrong. They could have met by chance that morning. Also, she only had Judy's word that the kissing was not simple expression of female farewells. Diane began to think it quite possible that Judy was exaggerating. She knew that Judy and Jane were not particularly friendly. A damning touch, however, was Jane saying Marie was her sister. Why would she lie when the truth would have worked equally well? No, she must have been trying to cover up something she did not want revealed to the office or her. The nagging pain of possible betrayal lingered. She would have to listen to Jane's explanation, but not now, it was all too raw.
On Wednesday, Roz called in to see Diane again. Roz had planned the visit carefully. She wanted Diane and she guessed she was vulnerable. Jane had mentioned to her that she had not been in contact with Diane, and she was clearly very unhappy about it. Roz had no idea why this was the case, but Jane's peril was Roz's opportunity. Roz, unusually for her, wore a dress. A mulberry-colored, tight, knee length dress with white cuffs and collars. High heeled beige pumps on her feet and gold necklace and earrings. She even wore her gold watch. People noticed her in the office and Phil commented she looked very sexy, and he really meant it. Pete said all that was necessary in the way he looked at her. Miguel eyes assessed her as only a soon-to-be-professional "ladies' man" can and promptly asked her out again. With her mane of dark curly hair, she looked devastatingly attractive, and everyone assumed she was going on a hot date. When people asked, she said she was indeed going out with someone. John commented, "Not so much a date, more like a booty call."
Rosario's "date" was to be with Diane, or so she hoped. Diane, Jody, Judy, and Jane had a meeting as usual in the morning. Diane and Jane were very quiet, and Diane walked out immediately it was over, leaving the others high and dry, but not before flashing a smile at Roz in her sexy, tight dress and heels. Jody and Roz were very cheery, while Jane put on a brave face. Outside, Roz asked her what was wrong. Jane explained that Diane was ignoring her. Roz commiserated. Jane said she looked very nice today and Roz thanked her. She wondered whether she should ask Diane why she was ignoring her.
Jane grasped her arm and begged her not to. "That would be way too needy for her, I've just got to tough it out. I'm really hoping that nothing's wrong. I've a horrible feeling I may have fatally pissed her off."
"You? Come on, Diane would never do that to you." If she had it would improve my chances, she thought. She added, "Unless you've been a really naughty girl, of course."
"Hey, thanks for that unhelpful comment, Roz. Anyway, I hope whoever you're meeting appreciates you. You look fucking gorgeous in that dress." Even in her depressed and menstrual state Jane thought she looked lovely, her shapely body sexily well-defined in the close-fitting dress.
At about 4:00 Rosario went into Diane's office, walked as sexily as she could towards her and sat down. The hem of her dress slid up revealing a length of dark thigh, as she crossed her legs. She passed her hand through her thick brown hair and scratched her thigh nervously. She looked into Diane's startling green eyes.
"Just thought I'd see how you are. You look better today." Roz thought she looked hot as usual. Slim bare legs in her sexy gray skirt, sleeveless blouse with a wide neck, a matching silk scarf around her elegant neck. A choker of pearls. Sandals with higher heels than last time. The same red nails. That swelling chest. She could see Diane looking at her in that way of hers. Fucking sexy. Jane was a lucky girl.
"There was nothing wrong with me, Roz. I don't really need you to check in on me, nice as it is to see you. Are you going somewhere tonight?"
So, she noticed, she thought. "Oh yes, I'm planning to."
"Who's the lucky person then?" Suddenly Diane guessed what was coming. My god what shall I say?
"I'm going to ask a very beautiful woman to come and have a drink with me. She's a bit down, and I think I could make her feel a lot better." Roz's stomach was churning in excitement.
"Oh yes, really? Care to share any further details?" Diane leant back in her chair smiling, her even teeth white behind her exquisitely shaped lips.
"Not really, but my guess is the preciosa in question might be able to guess their identity."
"Don't tell me you're asking Jane? I wouldn't do that. She's thoroughly unreliable."
"Well, I suppose you would know something about that." She got up and walked as erotically as she could up to Diane at her desk. Once again, she sat on it. Her dress rode up her thighs. Diane looked at her, thinking the same thoughts she had had when they collided in the corridor. This is madness, but oh my god is she hot. Roz picked up a pen from the desk and twirled it in her fingers. She felt that victory was close. She wanted to bury her face in that chest suck those large pechos. Make her scream, make her...
"Roz, you are quite a little seductress, aren't you? Are you trying to ask me to come for a drink? You don't have to seduce me to do that. I'd probably have come even if you hadn't dressed like this. Not that I mind at all, I don't think I can begin to tell you what I'd like to do to you. Judy would probably hear and is probably listening now." Adrenaline pumped into Roz's bloodstream. "So, why don't you take your sexy ass over to the door and close it for a moment? Don't make it too obvious though, will you?" Roz flushed as she felt her panties getting wet.
"Oh, ok, sure." Roz did as she was told.
"Come here Roz, you are so very bad. Are you psychic or something? Trying to seduce me while I'm pissed with Jane? Not sure how you knew that unless she told you. Sit down." Roz looked around. Diane had rolled her chair back from the desk. "Yes, come on, on my lap. It's what you want isn't it?"
Roz eased her ass onto Jane's knees. Diane kissed her on the neck. Diane's hands pressed Roz's breasts. Roz swiveled on her lap and then they were kissing. Diane's subtle scent was in her nostrils as their tongues met. Diane's hand travelled up Roz's thigh as Roz opened Diane's blouse fumbling with the bra. "Diane, Diane, I fucking want you." Roz's hand felt a large boob, the thick nipple hard under her touch. Diane drew away and said. "Roz, darling, we should do this somewhere else, I don't want us to get caught, we'd be finished. Let's go for that drink now and decide how to resolve this then."
"Diane, carino, yes, but I want you, all of you later, you know what I want."
Diane smiled, her eyes flashing their intense green beneath her long lashes. "Oh Roz, I know exactly what you want." She put her arm around Roz's shoulder and erotically kissed her on the mouth. She had to bend down to do so. She thought about Jane and how she was always admiring her height, almost six feet. Roz was short in comparison, but by God, she's a sexy piece.
Diane and Roz left together looking innocent. Neither wanted Jane to see them leave together, but there was a part of Diane that said, screw her, let her see that I can be unfaithful too. Roz was just looking forward to some sex. Since their last unexpected assignation, nothing had happened in that department for her. She could really do with some action. If she couldn't have Jane, then amazon Diane was always a great choice, and always had been. She realized that Diane was probably doing this just to spite Jane, much as Roz had done in their previous encounter. Jane seemed to drive everyone's actions.
Diane was brusque and businesslike, taking lengthy strides with her beautiful long legs, Roz in her tight dress had to walk very fast to keep up.
"Where are we going?"
"You'll see." Roz hoped maybe she would take her to her house, that mythical Shangri-La people talked about at the office. Fuck, a night of passion with Diane. She'd die of pleasure.
They walked for another ten minutes. Diane kept up the pace, her lithe body moving effortlessly, her heels no impediment to fast walking. Roz pulled her arm.
"Para!" Diane kept walking. "Dije que pares! Diane!" Diane stopped and turned to look at Roz.
"Stop, please. Fuck Diane are you in the Olympics or something? Where the fuck are we going preciosa? I can't keep up with you in my shoes."
Diane pointed ahead. "Sorry Roz. Do you want to spend the night with me?" Roz gave a mischievous smile in reply.
"Of course, chica, why do you think I'm trying to keep up with you? You're fucking Wonder Woman. Just slow down preciosa." Diane smiled back. Roz looked extraordinarily sexy in her tight dress and heels. Her mass of spectacular curls enclosing her pretty face.
"There's the Four Seasons hotel. I thought we could stay the night there. You know we could have a nice meal, and then, whatever you want. What do you say?"
"Are you serious? Christ I'm out of breath keeping up with you. You do know I've got nothing for an overnight stay. Nothing to sleep in or anything."
"Me neither. We don't need anything do we? Ever slept in the nude, Roz?" My god, she really means it, Roz's imagination pictured them both naked in bed. "It'll be fun. Is this ok with you?"
Roz was speechless for a few moments. A night with Diane. Even in her dreams she had not expected this. What the fuck has Jane done to piss her off so?"
"Estupendo, lovely. I could kiss you!" She was about to do so, but Diane stepped back. "Let's wait until we're in our room, then we can do whatever you want then."
"My god Diane, I could fucking come just thinking about it."
Diane smiled and patted her backside as they approached the check-in desk. "Save that come for later, babe."
She asked for a room, and the man gave her a number of options. Diane seemed uncertain. "Have you something bigger with a jacuzzi or similar? Our flight was cancelled, and our luggage is mislaid, so all we've got is what we're wearing." The man looked at them and mentioned a suite. Diane asked the price. Roz almost fainted, but Diane whipped out a gold card and soon she was giving her details and signing in. He asked if they had any luggage. Diane gave him a look. "I just told you we have none." The man was flustered. Diane's amazing eyes and statuesque figure made it hard for him to concentrate. He mumbled an apology and soon they were in the elevator.
They looked at each other. "Roz, don't worry but I've got to get something for tonight, I'll be back soon. Let's see the room first."
"Diane, you're so generous, we didn't need a suite."
Diane held up her hand to indicate she needed to say no more. "I wanted tonight to be memorable for both of us." Roz could not believe this body would be hers for the night. Her long legs in those heeled sandals, the rise of her bosom. Her toned arms. All she could think about was that there was some kind of catch. It really was a fantasy, akin to when she first had sex with Jane. But here the surroundings were altogether more sumptuous.
"Roz, you're a very beautiful woman. Thank you for coming with me tonight. I need someone. You needn't have seduced me you know. I probably would have asked you if you hadn't asked me, or whatever it was you were thinking. Not that I minded the seduction. You're really pretty good at it."
"I don't know what to say, Diane, I realize I've always wanted you. Just my luck that Jane got you first."
"Let's not talk about her, let's just concentrate on us." The doors opened and Roz followed Diane into the room. They were at the top of the hotel, the view of the city at night was spectacular.
"Much nicer, I think. We can take it slow. Otherwise, we'd be fucking in some ghastly bathroom, or in an alley. I want it to be memorable and special." Roz loved it when Diane talked about fucking.
Roz gaped. "Si hermosa, yes beautiful, thank you."
Diane suggested Roz order something to eat and drink. She said she'd be back in about 20 minutes, she wanted to get something for their enjoyment later. Roz was intrigued but agreed. Diane turned to go, but Roz caught her arm. "Before you go, I've got to do this." Roz kissed her on the mouth, Diane turned, and they embraced. The kiss was long and luscious. Roz felt herself getting wet. Fuck, Diane is a great kisser. Diane's large boobs nuzzled up against hers. Diane's body was taut and toned to her touch. Roz kept thinking how amazing this all was. How many of the guys in the office would wish they were her? I think she's an even better kisser than Jane. She was just about to try to undo Diane's gray skirt when Diane stepped away. "I'll be right back. Order some Champagne and I'll have some kind of light pasta, with shrimp. You order what you want."
Roz was hungry, "What about dessert?" Diane smiled, tapping her stomach. "No way, I don't want to get fat." Roz remembered that Jane always said the same thing. As if either of them had a weight problem. She investigated the suite. It was way more than she had ever stayed in. The bathroom had a large jacuzzi. And there were two king-sized beds. She kept marveling that she and this Wonder Woman would be sleeping together in the same bed. She wanted to masturbate but held off. With any luck she wouldn't be lacking orgasms tonight.
She called her seventeen-year-old daughter and said she would not be home. Her daughter asked if she had a hot date. Naturally, she said no. Her daughter remembered the regular nights she would spend away a few months ago. She knew she had had someone then. She never understood why her mom never said anything about her boyfriends. Roz asked a next-door neighbor to keep an eye out for her daughter. "Oooh, a date, is it?" Roz told her it was work, nothing to do with a date. It was annoying the way everyone thought she was always involved with something to do with sex. She removed her shoes and sat back on the sofa looking out at the dark city with its myriad lights. She was beyond excited. Diane seemed even more beautiful than usual, and the kiss had been orgasmic. She assumed that this was not normal behavior for the lovely Diane. She reflected on why tonight and she bet something must have happened between Diane and Jane. Jane must have been very bad to make her sacrifice that body for hers. She switched on the TV and ordered food and two bottles of Champagne, or rather she wimped out and ordered sparkling wine rather than the real thing. She felt awkward spending Diane's money.
She was about to start worrying about Diane when she returned holding a plastic bag. Clearly, she had been shopping. She threw it into the bedroom. They looked at each other. Who was going to make the first move? Diane slumped down on the sofa, head on one arm, shoes on the other. "Roz, come here lie with me, or better still lie on top of me, if you'd like to of course."
Roz joined her on the sofa. It was a tight squeeze. "I hope I'm not too heavy Diane, I guess the desserts add up."
"Roz, you feel wonderful. You are a very sexy woman." Diane's legs wrapped around Roz. Roz's hand moved up Diane's bare thigh. Rosario's head lay against Diane's shoulder and neck, her hair spread across Diane's face. Diane's hands cupped Roz's breast, the other was on her groin, her fingers digging into the cloth, stimulating her through the dress. "I can feel your mound, are you getting wet? I hope so."
"Fuck, Diane, yes of course I am." Roz's hand was on Diane's hamstring, high up her thigh. "I hope you're as wet as I am preciosa."
Roz jumped at the knock of the door. "Room service. You want to get that, Roz?" Diane seemed as cool as a cucumber. Roz felt vaguely awkward opening the door as the man wheeled in the trolley with the food. Diane still lounged sexily on the sofa, her legs exposed, her heels sticking up over the arm. Roz straightened her dress as the man placed the trays on the sideboard. He looked at her asking for a signature. Roz indicated Diane. Diane stood up. Her height in her heels made her tower over the man. She smiled at him and signed the paper. He noticed she had left a good tip. He smiled back at her, said thank you, and bustled out with his trolley.
They sat down at the table and Diane arranged the food and opened the wine. "Roz, you didn't get Champagne."
"No, I thought..."
"Never mind, I may punish you later though." Her face was impassive.
"Sorry, preciosa." Roz wondered what she meant. "I didn't..."
Diane's eyes caught her, she smiled. Fuck, she's teasing me. Roz smiled back. She felt relieved but also even wetter somehow.
"I'm just teasing you Roz. Eat and drink up. I expect you're hungry."
They ate, only intermittently talking. Diane was wondering why she was doing this. She was looking forward to experiencing Roz, but the pain of Jane's behavior was never far from her mind, although she tried to force it out. She could tell Roz was inhibited because she was her work colleague, but also because they both knew this was startlingly unprofessional, and so unlike Diane normally. On the other hand, on a purely sexual level, she thought Roz was mouth-watering. Before Jane, she had wanted to try her luck with her. It was when the new girl, Jane, swept in to claim her, that Diane had first noticed Jane. Having two colleagues looking like them was difficult as a now single woman with increasingly lesbian tendencies. She had hit it off with Jane so well. They were so compatible despite the age difference, and Jane's body, well the whole office knew about that. Now that Jane had shafted her, she could be free to enjoy herself with Roz, with her hot ass and those tight jeans, wet-look leggings, and Latin sexual expertise. Today she looked particularly stunning in her tight mauve dress. Diane felt tonight was going to be just great. She could forget her troubles and immerse herself in Roz's gorgeous body. Jane was definitely not the only fish in the sea.
"Roz, it's so unprofessional of me to bring you here and, well, you know. I'm sorry to do this. You can tell I'm a bit upset. You know you can go don't you, any time?"
"Diane don't be fucking stupid. I wouldn't be here if I didn't want you. If you were Judy, I'd tell you where to go. You must know how much I like you; it was a great day for me when we did what we did after the sales review. If it's unprofessional, well fuck that. I don't fucking care."
Diane noticed that Roz says fuck a lot. She felt herself getting more aroused and excited. Roz really was a dream employee for a somewhat closeted lesbian like herself. I just want to strip that dress off her and go at it.
"Thanks Roz. I'm going to kiss you." She did and Roz knocked over her glass as she lent over, her arms holding Diane close.
Rosario spoke quietly as they were kissing, "Preciosa, I want you, all of you tonight. It's nothing to do with you being a boss lady or anything like that. Nothing to do with Jane either. You are so fucking hot. When I look at you, I just want to make you come every time I see you. That's the way I feel. If we get into trouble, I don't fucking care."
Rosario pushed and Diane yielded, lying back on the table amidst the crockery. Diane pushed them away, and Roz carried the wine bottles and glasses and put them on the sideboard. Diane hiked herself up onto the table, her legs hanging over the edge. Roz's head went under Diane's skirt, up between the curvaceous thighs. She was wearing see-through black, lacy panties. Oh god yes, she thought. Diane wriggled her ass as Roz dragged the thin underwear down her long, stunning legs. Roz could smell her scent, a hint of perfume, musk, and wetness. Roz saw Diane's sex. The irregular edges of her vulva, long labial lips hanging down, almost bare of pubes. Roz felt her heart pounding as she took those lips into her mouth, her hands around Diane's thighs. Diane moaned and Roz was sucking the fleshy lips, feeling the older woman's obvious enjoyment, her body heat, and enjoying the movement of her shapely thighs, as she probed the wet space with her tongue. Diane had completely surrendered to Roz, and the exquisite sensation of Rosario's tongue seemed to be caressing the pleasure centers of her brain directly. She thought of Jane, how she used to do this, even trying it in the office. Thinking of Jane only made the pleasure still more intense.
"Roz, give it to me, give it to me. Yes, yes, deeper, deeper!" Roz's hands were holding her thighs hard, Diane's heels were flailing about. She felt like there was a blockage deep in her sex that Roz's tongue was slowly diminishing by her licking and sucking. Suddenly and earlier than she expected she came, the internal levee washed away by Roz's skillful tonguing. She quivered and trembled impressively, crying out as she came. Roz could smell her, and she could taste her in her mouth. She kissed Diane sprawled out as she was on the table. Diane tasted herself in Roz's mouth. She sat up. "Thanks Roz, you're a pro. I needed that real bad."
"So glad I could help." Diane loved Roz's dirty smile. She slipped off the table, Roz put her arms around Diane's waist and unzipped her skirt, then undressed her slowly, but completely, carefully draping her clothes over the back of a chair. Roz's gentle touch and the erotic undressing heightened Diane's pleasure. When Roz very slowly removed her bra, she felt her pussy was overflowing.
"Your pussy's weeping preciosa. Let me get it for you." Roz saw a few beads of cum on her slit. Two licks removed them. Diane sighed. Then Diane was totally naked. Roz knew all about Jane, and she had been extraordinary. Jane was athletic and built more like a tall gymnast or well-exercised bikini model. Diane was equally impressive, standing so tall and erect, her shoulders back, strong, less muscular than Jane, but wonderfully curvaceous and perhaps in that sense more lusciously feminine.
"Diane, you are fucking beautiful. You must look after yourself."
Diane was gratified to see how much Rosario admired and lusted after her. It made her feel a little better and more appreciated. She liked the way Jane used to go all coy and sexy when she wore her heels. That really turned them both on. Ruefully she thought that maybe Jane had gone off her, but thank God, not Roz. Roz caressed her breasts. "They're so big." She twitched as Roz squeezed her long brown nipples. Soon she was sucking them. Diane's naked, damp slit was there too, available for her to do what she liked with it. It was just too inviting, and Roz started caressing the lovely mound, her fingers flicking the long folds of super sensitive skin.
Diane began to lose control, "Oh god, Roz, yes, keep doing that!" As she approached another climax, Diane kept moving and walking, trying to escape Roz's touch, thereby preserving the feelings of pleasure, and prolonging the height of her excitement before the inevitable release. Roz, however, was having none of it, she had her fingers in Diane, and she kept her mouth on her boobs, constantly arousing Diane and not allowing her any respite.
"Fucking come will you, chica? Come on, yes that's it, don't try and escape. Roz has got you preciosa!"
When Diane came, she went down on her haunches, her brain and pussy throbbing in equal measure. Roz went down with her. She kissed the side of Diane's head, her hands on her smooth thighs, then they put their heads together. Diane was breathing heavily, her large boobs hanging down, the nipples almost touching her thighs as she crouched as if recovering from a dizzy spell. They nuzzled and kissed each other.
"Preciosa, that was beautiful." Roz was desperate to come too. She was still dressed. In its way that made Diane's nakedness even more arousing than if they had both been naked. Diane stood up, the muscles in her fine legs flexing enticingly.
"Roz, I'm going to run the jacuzzi. We can bathe together. I'm going to make you come in the bath. If that suits you? Bring the wine, we can get drunk together. Thanks for all this, you are really lovely. Now strip will you or let me do it after I've got the water running."
Roz wanted Diane to get her out of her dress. By the time she had watched Diane, still in her heels draw the water in the Jacuzzi, she was so ready.
"I see Roz, you'd like me to undress you?" Roz nodded.
Diane's tall figure put her arms around her and, encircling her chest, she unzipped the dress. As she did so, she kissed Roz sensuously. The close presence of Diane's naked skin gave Roz goosebumps.
"Turn around." Diane very slowly pulled the tight dress down. As Roz felt it sliding off, Diane's naked groin occasionally touched her hips as she freed the dress. "How ever did you get into this, Roz? Did you get someone to pour you in?" Roz shook her ass and the dress slid to the floor. "Well, that is a sight for sore eyes like mine."
"Hang on Roz, I must do something before we get in the jacuzzi." Roz heard Diane's heels on the bathroom floor, as she vanished into the bedroom. Roz hung her dress on the back of the door.
Diane returned in her bare feet, completely naked, but wearing a big black strapon shaped like an oversized penis, complete with testicles. "They told me this was the best one they had. I'm not sure it's really that good, personally I prefer thinner, longer ones, but beggars can't be choosers." Diane explained she gone to a small boutique that sold some sex aids close by that she had happened to notice a few weeks before.
"Diane. God, I never thought you would be like this. You can fuck me any time with that. I'll probably come as soon as it touches me."
Diane maneuvered her over one of the sinks in the bathroom. She took her hands and asked her to hold on to the taps or the sink bowl. Diane held Roz's ass as she entered her. Roz let out a cry of pleasure, and then Diane was inside her, pumping, and gaining speed surprisingly rapidly, so fast that Roz barely had time to get into the same rhythm as Diane. Diane swapped from holding Roz's buttocks to clutching a swathe of her frizzy brown hair, holding her head back. "Yes, yes, fuck me! fuck that's good. Go, go!" Diane slapped against Roz's round ass, the black penis now slicked with her wetness. Roz was almost ready to come before the strapon had even penetrated her, so Diane, even when she slowed her rhythm to maximize the length of foreplay before Roz would climax was unable to delay the orgasm for long. Roz stiffened, letting go of the sink, then she was writhing on the long hard dick inside her, while Diane kept up with her, holding her close, keeping the penis deep inside her, while Roz cried and moaned in ecstasy. Diane kept it inside Roz for some time while the impaled woman shook involuntarily as she climaxed. After Roz had stopped shaking, Diane extracted the dildo and unstrapped it from around her strong hips. Roz turned around leaning against the marble sink top.
"Roz, I really hope you know you are a really great fuck. Wonderful. Thank you for letting me do that to you. Let's get in the jacuzzi and get a little drunk." Roz was feeling her own pussy, enjoying the throbbing, tingling after climax. She was smiling sexily at Diane. No answer was needed.
They stepped into the warm water. Roz relaxed, lying in between Diane's long lovely legs, her head just above the foamy water, the back of her head against Diane's shoulder, neck, or right breast, depending how she lay. Diane passed her a glass and they drank quickly, followed by another. Diane's legs were holding Roz. Roz kept caressing Diane's thighs as her ass and lower back pressed and stimulated Diane's love mound as Roz gently moved backwards and forwards in the tub. Roz knew that this pulsing was exciting Diane because although they were chatting, she kept sighing and exhaling every time Roz's ass pressed against her mound.
"I reckon someone is about to squirt," she said as she pushed up against Diane, feeling her breasts squashing against her shoulders. Diane shuddered, "Oh fuck, I'm coming." Then she was silent, lost in a turmoil of pleasure. Roz twisted her head to look at her. Her layered and highlighted hair was hanging wet about her face, her beautiful, refined features covered in bath water and foam. Then she opened those amazing green eyes. She looked so happy. "Diane, I hope I'm helping ease whatever pain you're having. Preciosa, I know you and Jane must be having a bad patch. I hope I'm helping." What she wanted to say was that she would love to replace Jane in her affections. She thought how wonderful it would be to have someone like classy, sexy Diane as her girlfriend. Despite saying this she thought that beautiful Diane was on another plane, so obviously rich and sophisticated, so unlike her.
"Roz, you've been wonderful, and just what a widower with a penchant for beautiful women needs. I really appreciate how kind you've been to me tonight." She took a big gulp of wine and refilled their glasses.
"Kindness doesn't come into it preciosa, you're the hottest boss a girl could have, I just wish we'd done it earlier. You should have asked." Diane stood up and gingerly stepped past recumbent Roz giving her a great view of her assets slicked as they were with foamy water, then she sank down facing her at the other end of the jacuzzi.
"If I'd known you liked women, I would've, but I had no idea you'd be interested. I only knew when Jane told me you and her were an item. Most pretty girls like you tell someone like me to get lost." The way she said it made Roz wonder if she had spent a lot of time asking girls to spend the night with her and being disappointed. "Chica, I think you're just looking in the wrong places. No one who likes to sleep with women would turn you down. Anyway, you managed to score with Jane. We both know she's the best there is." Both of them were a little drunk.
Diane sighed wistfully "Ah yes, Jane." She sat up and turned the tap to fill the bath with more warm water. Fuck, she really does have beautiful big titties, thought Roz. "Sorry Roz, I could go on about her for hours. I know you know about us, you've been very nice, not gossiping about it. You've been so incredibly decent. It's one of the reasons you're with me now. Although obviously the main reason is because you are fucking delicious eye candy." They both laughed. Roz took it as a compliment. The drink was making them sleepy and happy.
Suddenly Diane was talking about Jane, what she liked about her, what she found intriguing about her. Why she was so popular. Roz joined in. Her beauty, her amazing physique, why she was such a good lover, her easy-going nature, the way she laughed, that sexy voice of hers. Roz mentioned Larry and her. Diane laughed when she told her that Jane was Larry's favorite. "That guy is asexual, I had no idea he cared about anyone, but isn't it typical he likes Jane out of everyone?" Roz told her all about Phil and his apparently doomed love for her. Then she told Diane about her feelings for her. How intense they were, how good they had been together and how she missed her. When she finished, she felt she had said too much. Diane slid up to her end of the bath and started to make love to her. It started with long kisses, but finished with Roz moaning and convulsing in a messy wet orgasm while Diane licked her as she sat on the edge of the Jacuzzi. The wine was finished, they dried themselves off and retired to the bedroom. Diane took the strapon with her.
"I can't believe I'm in bed with you Diane, thanks for all this."
"You're really most welcome, you've been a good lover and companion for tonight. You are such a sexy woman."
"So are you, Diane. I hope we can do this again." Roz wondered whether they ever would. If anyone was on the rebound from a relationship gone bad it was Diane. She tried not to think about it. She looked over and heard Diane breathing. She was asleep. She pulled the sheet up over Diane's naked body. Fuck, she really is an amazon. What a beautiful figure she has. She tried to sleep, but it was difficult. She kept thinking of Diane and Jane, and then she thought of the two of them together making love. She began to masturbate. She came very quickly.
In the morning Diane woke Roz and asked her if she wanted to make love again. Roz was very sexy when she was sleepy, her tight body was warm and when she fucked her with the strapon she was wonderfully responsive, rising and falling at each thrust, her breasts firm and rising up into Diane's mouth as Diane's strong legs and hips brought her to a screaming orgasm. To watch that pretty face, surrounded by her spectacular brown frizz, experience orgasm was wonderful. They dressed and went down to breakfast, eating it like a demure pair of librarians, although the glances from the other guests showed that few librarians attract quite that amount of attention.
They were silent walking back to the office. Roz had noticed that Diane had left the strapon behind on the bed for the cleaners to find. It's still got me all over it, she thought. Weeks later Roz still got an erotic thrill out of that. Diane pulled Roz into a side street, kissed her, and said, "Thanks Roz, you've been great. You'd better go in first. We don't want tongues flapping, do we?" Roz felt like she was being dumped for a moment, but Diane squeezed her hand and kissed her again which made her feel a bit better.
In the office she sat at her desk trying to digest the meaning of last night. She felt a little sore from the strapon. She wondered, what the fuck was that all about? What did it mean for her, Diane, and Jane? Roz was used to one-night stands, and by God, that was a good one. But still, would she ever have another one with her? Diane had proved to be so considerate and of course really hot. She understood that Diane had much the same feelings for her. She had pretty well told her, but above all of their love making and intrigue, as if she was a real-life Greek goddess, was Jane, whose actions big and small seemed to control all of them one way or another. Still, what a night, what a woman.