Jane's Encounters: Deception has its Rewards
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 had decided to stop pestering Diane. There was no point. Diane was pissed at her, and there was nothing she could do about it. She felt very upset, but she also knew that Diane had no details of her and Marie's assignations. So, it was all supposition on her part. Very little evidence. Jane realized that Diane was logical and would probably come round once Jane explained to her about Marie. The fact that Jane would be lying or being "economical with the truth" did not really worry her. She loved Diane, and surely this would mean it would all work out? It was painful to not see her and to suffer from the lack of reply to her texts, but she found she had some hope for the future. In Jane's usual way of thinking, the fact that Diane had clearly been so upset, showed how much she cared. That was good. It would have been very bad if she had not reacted at all. In a bizarre way it signified she was still in Diane's heart, which gave her some solace. Jane clearly is an eternal optimist. Still, what or who had set her off on her deeper suspicions? It must have been something other than the nightclub photo.
Jane thought it could have been Roz, telling her about her suspicions about her dress before she met up with Marie, or it could have been Judy, saying something about seeing Marie with her. She didn't think it would be Roz, Judy seemed more likely. She did think that Roz wanted Diane because of a few things she had said about her since they had split up. Well, she thought, who wouldn't? Judy, well she just doesn't like me, no idea why. She complimented Roz on her dress on Wednesday, and she wanted to ask who she was trying to impress. Even for Roz who always looked great, that purple or whatever color it was, dress was astounding. Having told her to stop being nosy about her private life, she felt she couldn't ask Roz who she'd put it on for. Not for the first time in recent days, Jane wished they could get together. She wanted so much to speak to Diane at the meeting on that day. But Diane just seemed to see through her. Her only consolation, and it wasn't much of one, was that Diane was clearly not happy. Neither was she. Diane looked so beautiful too. Fuck it, she always does.
On Thursday Marie texted and told her that Steve had broken up with her. Lauren had told him about finding them in flagrante. As far as she was concerned that had finished her friendship with Lauren. She thought it petty and vindictive. In the evening Jane called her to commiserate and perhaps foolishly asked if she wanted to come over. Marie replied that she'd love to but had a big test tomorrow and had to revise. She sounded stressed and unhappy. "I could help with that, Em, you know that."
"You could help with making me feel better, but probably, amazing as you are, not with the revision, and that's important. Janie, I'm actually trying not to think of you. I want you and I get into a kind of vicious cycle of thinking that interferes with my studies. Then I feel really bad about Steve. Lauren was an absolute bitch telling him about us. Why did she do it, what was it to her?"
Jane felt herself to be responsible for much of this. Perhaps she should cool it with Marie for her sake. Jane has nymphomaniac tendencies and is rather self-centered but is at heart quite sensitive and as adrift as so many are when dealing with relationships. "Em, I'm so sorry, it's my fault. I don't know how to make it up to you."
"Come on it's not your fault, apart from you being so, well, the way you are. I couldn't resist you. It was me being a fool over you. You don't have to make it up to me or anything. I'll sort this out. Jane, you are a really special person, I'm privileged to have been with you. But I just gotta get this test out of the way and make it up to Steve."
"He'd be a dumb fool if he didn't want you back." Jane thought there was no man alive who would not choose to keep such a sweet and lovely girl as Marie. In a strange way this made Jane feel worse. Diane did not want her now and she felt Marie was asking her to back off. "Bye, Jane. Thanks for calling. You always make me feel better." Marie rang off. Jane felt depressed and slept poorly.
On the Friday, Jane was busy all day. Roz called in to say hello, which was welcome. She was still excited about her conquest, or perhaps in reality it was Diane's conquest of her. Diane had put a card on her desk which said simply.
"Rosario,
Thank you for everything and for being there for me. You were completely the right person when I was in need. Thank you again for giving me so much pleasure, and I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did.
Love D."
There was a kind of finality to it. Roz knew it was probably not going to continue, but she suspected as much at the time. A cynic might regard it as Diane taking advantage of a work colleague, but Roz was entirely willing and wanted her for the same purposes. The only real difference was that there was no way Roz could have afforded to do it so sumptuously nor approached Diane's coolness and sophistication in doing so.
Jane mentioned again that Diane was ghosting her. Roz said she had just seen her, suggesting she should go down to talk to her. There was something pathetic about Jane, which was unusual. Roz could tell her feelings for Diane ran very deep. What would she say if I told her about Wednesday night? It was very tempting, given the way Jane had betrayed her so comprehensively all those months ago, but she still had feelings for her, and indeed had no desire to snitch on Diane either.
"What happened querida with you and her?"
"Oh Roz, I'm so fucking miserable. I think she thinks I've been unfaithful, sleeping around, you know."
"Were you?"
"No, but Judy saw me kissing a friend. I reckon she told Diane and gave her the wrong impression."
"That must have been some kiss then, if she thought that. Jane, did you do something? You know I won't say."
"Fuck no. You didn't make something up about me did you Roz? I don't know for sure it was Judy because I can't fucking talk to Diane to find out."
"No, I know nothing of your affairs anymore -- as you should know."
Jane replied sharply, "There's nothing to say, so just leave me alone, will you?"
Roz backed away and left her to stew. Jane had looked so particularly fine in that green dress on Wednesday last week, she was sure she had been up to something. Jane is not a very good liar, she thought.
Jane gathered up her courage and descended downstairs. Passing Judy's office, she went straight into Diane's. The door was open, and she was staring out the window vacantly sucking a pen and sitting like a man, her hand on her ankle lying on her knee, her shoe's heel pointing towards the door.
"Diane, look this is silly." Remembering Judy's presence next door, she dropped her voice. "Why are you avoiding me? What have I done?" Green eyes pierced her soul. Sleeveless button-down blouse, with thin blue pants cut high on the ankle, and those heels. "You look very nice by the way."
"I'm not, I've just been very busy." Jane thought that serious Diane was particularly beautiful, the natural light from the window complementing her complexion. "Look Jane, I can't talk now. I'm..."
"Too busy, no doubt?" Jane was not going to beg. Fuck it. "Ok, I get it. I'll go away. I wished I'd never come down." She felt like stamping her feet or taking the pen from Diane's long fingers and snapping it in two, or shaking her until she spat out whatever it was she thought she knew. Diane was outwardly calm, but inwardly in turmoil. Jane was obviously upset. Diane opened her mouth to speak, but Jane was too quick, Diane said "Jane" when she had already left the room. She put her head out the door. Jane's athletic figure was vanishing down the corridor, her shoulders back, her ankle boots on her stocking clad legs squeaking on the floor. She turned to go upstairs. Diane went back to her office and closed the door. She wanted to scream. I can't avoid talking to her much longer. She called up Jane's office. She picked up.
"Hello?" Jane's sexy voice as usual stirred something deep inside Diane.
"If you want, why don't you come to the house tomorrow and we can talk?" There was silence on the other end. "Jane?"
That voice said. "I'm quite busy tomorrow." For some reason this made Diane smile. So that's how she wants it.
"Well, that makes two of us then. Perhaps another time then?" Bluff called.
Jane broke, she felt a wave of panic. "Alright, I'll come in the morning. Not sure when."
"Because you're busy and got things to do?"
"Yes, as it happens. That's fucking correct, Diane."
"Ok, good. I'll be here, unless I'm out, if you see what I mean." The phone went dead. Jane had rung off.
Jane had not enjoyed being toyed with. At that moment she felt she might not go tomorrow. That'll show her, she thought. She left work and exhausted herself in the gym on the way home. A man at the gym asked her to go for a drink afterwards and she did. She steered them clear of the bar associated with Sophie and Csilla. She tried to enjoy the evening, but it was difficult. The young man tried a little too hard, and she tried to appear a normal, happy 30-year-old woman, when she was not. She thought if she was Roz, she'd go home with the man for a one-night stand and so as not to be on her own, but she was not Roz. All she did was to think of Diane and Marie. Two people whose lives she had made miserable. After a couple of hours, the man did ask her back to his place. For a second, she hesitated, but inevitably she said no. He seemed fine with the response. Jane looked too classy to sleep with a guy on a first date he thought. They exchanged numbers. She couldn't get out of it. They kissed and went their separate ways. She fell asleep fully clothed on the sofa and had a disturbed but dreamless sleep.
In the morning it was utterly inevitable that she would go to see Diane. She missed her so much, and she couldn't bear the coldness between them. She put a few things in a small bag. If it didn't turn out well, she could come home, and Diane wouldn't know she had brought things to stay the night. At the last moment she squeezed Diane's strapon into the bag.
She prettified herself, shaving every inch in the shower. She wore white panties only a bit larger than a thong, a see through white lacy bra, a tight white T-shirt and her cutoff denim shorts. A studded black leather belt. She put on a pair of black, block-heeled, peep toe ankle boots. She wore the same leather jacket she had when she went to Marie's party. She thought to herself that if this outfit doesn't make Diane forgive me then there's no hope for me at all. She primped her hair and put on red lipstick to match her newly pedicured red toenails. In the mirror, she reckoned she looked very good. A drop-dead sexy look. Rather more obvious than usual for her, but she was on a mission. Diane should be all over her. But Jane had no idea what she knew or didn't. If she knew even half of what she'd been up to, she should, by rights, be finished.
Diane had, of course, no details about anything with respect to Jane, just a mass of suspicion based on her assessment of Jane's character and the knowledge she had met Marie at least twice when she was away. She also had her own guilt associated with her amazing night with Roz. In her mind she had more than repaid Jane for any infidelity she might have had. In the years after Erwin's death and after her children had moved to Germany, Diane had picked up women haphazardly and had had casual sex with a number of them, usually doing what she had done with Roz. A night in a nice hotel, a thank you, and then rarely seeing them again. She knew that many wanted to have steady relationship with her, but until she saw Jane, she remained detached from the need for a partner. Then there was Jane who had penetrated her reserve and her hurt after Erwin's death. Her attraction to Jane was something powerful, but still, she had some pride. She wanted to hear what she had to say and how she would explain Judy finding her kissing Marie at 8:45 in the morning. Diane was, however, looking for an excuse to forgive her, even if she had not quite come to admit it to herself. It probably would not take much. She was quite worried that Jane would not come. She had a feeling she would, but Jane was unconventional and hard to predict.
It was 11:30 and Diane was descending her sweeping staircase, when she saw Jane walking up the path to the house. Her stunning tanned legs had caught her eye even before she recognized Jane's face. Diane had not seen her for over two weeks, and Jane's body produced an instant reaction. Her heart rate increased, and she experienced a feeling of anxious excitement. Diane examined her as she walked. The muscles in her thighs were pulsing as she walked, her dancer's calves so beautiful. The shorts' denim tight against her hips, the bare flesh of her stomach just visible above the studded belt. The round shape of her breasts pushing against the chic leather jacket. A bootlace necklace with a piece of polished obsidian hanging in her cleavage. That face with its pale brown eyes. The sensual mouth. The bob of layered and highlighted hair. Jane was completely and immeasurably attractive. A walking embodiment of potential sexual fulfillment.
Jane rang the bell. She remembered so well the first time she had come to see Diane here. She had worn her leather mini and stilettos, and Diane had worn that amazing evening gown, with the exposed cleavage and leg revealing slits. Today Jane was as nervous as she had been on that earlier day.
The door opened and there she was: beautiful, tall Diane. Diane was wearing short, close fitting, brown shorts with a button fly. Her blue, linen, short-sleeved blouse was unbuttoned halfway revealing her white bra underneath seemingly straining against her large breasts. Brown 4-inch heels on her platform sandals displayed her long legs, always superb, to advantage. Diane knew exactly what Jane liked.
"So, you came. You'd better come in." Jane felt her desire well up as she looked at Diane's tall, elegant figure. Almost the full length of her legs were bare and with those heels, totally orgasmic.
"Hello Diane. Do I get a kiss?" Diane put her hands on her shoulders, and they kissed each other on the lips. Jane smelt of soap and leather. She might as well have smelled of sex, it was so alluring to Diane. She followed Diane into the family room. Diane asked if she would like a drink. Jane could see the full coffee pot, so that's what she requested. She put her leather jacket on the sofa and sat down.
"So, here we are." Diane thought she had never seen Jane as desirable as she was now. Those stunning muscular legs, those beautiful round boobs, and those strong arms. Her whole body seemed to be bewitching her, drawing out her desire, making any rational ideas of finding out about her possible betrayals unimportant.
"Yes. I'm glad you could fit me into your busy schedule." If Diane was affected by Jane, then Jane was equally overpowered by Diane's charms. Diane had dressed precisely to please Jane and it was working. She couldn't keep her eyes off those long legs in those brown, heeled sandals. She watched those hips and ass moving in front of her as she got the coffee, those shorts tight and revealing. As she handed down the mug, the large firm breasts seemed to rush towards her face, begging for her touch and attention. Diane leant against the kitchen island; one leg crossed over the other. Those green eyes fixed on Jane.
"Your hair is really nice. It suits you." Diane had not commented on her new short hair except in a text. It was good to hear a compliment.
"Look Jane, this is silly what we're doing to each other. But I have to know what you've been up to with Marie. Laying my feelings on the table, I'm really upset about the whole nightclub thing, and I know you were with her last week too. You were seen. And what the hell is this lie about you being her older sister? Are you fucking with me?" Diane was upset, but her own calculated infidelity with Roz gave her pangs of guilt. And Jane looked so amazing sitting there in those sexy denim shorts. That toned body. Diane would not have blamed Marie for wanting her. But that was not the point.
"Dee, babe, don't be like this. I didn't know you'd feel so strongly about the club visit. You sort of encouraged me to go when I told you about it. Lauren bailed on us at the last minute, if that's what you're worried about. We didn't cut her out so we could have nooky."
Diane jumped on the point, "So, you had nooky then?"
"You're putting words into my mouth. No, we didn't. As if I would when I have, or had, the most fucking beautiful woman as my girlfriend. And I am referring to you, Dee."
Jane got up from the sofa. She just wanted to make love to Diane. Her legs in their sexy heels were driving her mad. "Do I have to be interrogated any more, babe? Can't we just forget all this nonsense and..."
Diane put held Jane's shoulders and pushed her down on the sofa again. "Sit down, Jane. I haven't finished." Jane felt wet, she loved it when Diane told her what to do. Those tanned curved thighs a foot from her face, those bare legs tapering down to those oh-so-sexy shoes. "Dee, you're making me wet. Can't we just make up and make love?"
Diane retreated and this time sat on a tall kitchen stool. Her long legs bent decoratively; one heel hooked over the bar at the bottom. "Fuck, Dee. Come on babe." Now that was some view.
"Jane don't think you can get around me by coming on to me. I know you too well. So, what about the time Judy saw you smooching with Marie, and all this sister crap? Come on tell me or you're gone." She did not really mean it, but Jane's use of her sexual wiles was annoying, but also, of course, quite effective. But she did want to know.
Jane explained in a sequence of plausible lies, her voice so easy on the ears, how they had happened to meet on that morning. They had by chance met on the street and had had coffee together and Marie had been rather too enthusiastic when saying goodbye. Judy, who saw them basically seemed to accuse her of something criminal, and Jane, annoyed, rather than try and explain said the first thing that came into her head.
"I don't think Judy likes me. Ask anyone. I was embarrassed by Marie's kiss, to be honest. But what can I do about it now? Judy got me into a lot of shit with you. And that really makes me sad." Jane got up and went to Diane. Jane wanted her. Those long bare thighs and those lips.
"Hell, Dee I just want to fuck you." Her hand caressed Diane's thighs and then they were kissing deeply and passionately, Diane swiveling on the stool as Jane embraced her. Diane undid Jane's studded belt and attacked her denim shorts as Jane stood astride Diane's thigh, her tongue pressing ever deeper into Diane's mouth. Diane stood up fondling Jane's denim covered buttocks. Jane maneuvered her towards the sofa, then she slipped her leg behind Diane's and pushed. They fell together on the sofa a tangle of bodies, legs and heels. "Wait Dee, I'm using this." She pulled her bag out from under Diane and waved the strapon in front of her.
Diane was panting in excitement, "Where did that come from?" Jane didn't answer but buried her face into Diane's breasts, removing the bra and sucking them. Diane moaned and sighed in pleasure. Jane was strong and insistent, and Diane had completely given up thinking about anything other than the exquisite pleasure of feeling Jane between her legs and on top of her again.
Jane whispered in her ear as she undid Diane's fly. "Dee, I've so missed you and doing this. You drive me totally nuts, you and your fucking legs with those heels." She pulled Diane's shorts down her thighs. She cried out as if in triumph, "Dee, no underwear! I think perhaps you were wanting me to fuck you?" Diane lifted her long legs and Jane ripped her shorts off. Jane pushed Diane's legs up and Diane held her calves, her thighs open. Jane ran her tongue along the vulva and then, holding the strapon's phallus she slid it inside and slowly and gently oscillated it in and out until Diane started to moan. Jane did not bother to put the strapon on, but just use the long, curved phallus as a dildo. As she held the slim rod, Diane's wetness surged. Soon the phallus was sliding in and out easily from the slippery vagina and Diane was moaning, her excitement gaining momentum. Jane kept fucking her with the penis and licking her sex as her head lay in between Diane's legs. Diane felt that the world had returned to its correct equilibrium. Jane had returned, her best lover, the woman who knew her desires better almost than she did herself, her tongue doing its magic, the penis inside her, filling her throbbing pussy. "Janie, Janie, yes, yes!" Diane let go of her calves and her thighs draped over Jane's shoulders. The penis was now covered in Diane's wetness. The legs against Jane's shoulders stiffened and Diane was coming, her erotic gasps, and moans stifled by Jane's ever kissing mouth and tongue.
Jane lay in between Diane's legs, still clothed, as she recovered her composure. "So, does this mean I've been forgiven Dee?" Jane loved the feeling of being held by Diane's legs, even more so when Diane still had her shoes on. She could feel the strap of one of her shoes against her thigh. It made her feel sexy, safe, and at home. Diane was gently caressing Jane's breasts and kissing her hair.
"I shouldn't need to forgive you, if you haven't done anything wrong, should I?" Diane sat up so Jane had to move off her. They sat side by side. "You haven't, have you?" Diane couldn't help feeling that Jane had duped her. Being fucked by Jane was always good, but hadn't she seemingly confessed that she had indeed been doing something that needed forgiveness? "Jane, are you fucking around? I don't like being taken for granted." Diane stood up. "Do you think that just fucking me will make it alright?"
"Dee that was just a bad choice of words. Come on, I haven't done anything. I wish I'd never seen Marie and never gone to that fucking dull nightclub. All that time when you were away, I've been missing you so much, and then when you do finally get back, all you do is get at me and you seem to want to ruin everything. Perhaps I should have taken that fucking job, which you so obviously wanted me to do? That way you could have got rid of your stupid girlfriend, who's not rich like you, nor does she fucking know about the Turkish economy and everything, nor piano nobile, or all the other fucking things you know, that I don't." It all poured out, Jane's insecurities flowing out in a jumbled mass of words. She was upset but she was also playing the part of a wronged woman. She had been unfaithful many times, most of them were completely unknown to Diane, but in her mind, she was innocent because Diane was the one for her, the woman who she thought loved her, who had been so kind and generous to her.
Diane once again was taken by surprise at Jane's outburst. She stood, naked from the waist down, her blouse hanging open, her naked breasts magnificent, looking at Jane. Fuck, she's not going to cry, is she? Diane was not sure Jane was for real, and yet she could be. Some of her comments echoed things said to her by others in the past. Her wealth, her intellect, and even her beauty. These things can be hard to take, concentrated as they were all in one person. She had just used those assets with Rosario. She was guilty, and yet she only had suspicions about Jane. Marie was just a very pretty, silly girl. She might well have a massive crush on Jane accounting for an over passionate goodbye kiss that morning. Looking at Jane with her body that just dripped with almost unbearable sexuality, Diane realized she just had to forget all this jealousy. No one satisfied her like Jane, no one looked like her, or made her feel as good. Also, she had not found anyone who did not like Jane, or probably wished in their fantasies to take her to bed. Except for Judy of course. And Jane had chosen her. She should just shut up and enjoy her, every part of her body and mind.
"Jane, can you give me that, please?" Jane looked at her, her face so beautiful. There were tears in her eyes.
"What?"
"The strapon. Can I have it?" Quite why Jane had had it in her bag was a mystery, but she determined she was not going to ask. So many things were unanswered with her. Jane stood up, holding it in her hand.
"Of course, you can. It's yours anyway." That voice. The way she said it made Diane tingle. "Would you like me to give it to you?"
Stupid question. "Well, when someone asks for something that does usually mean they want it."
"Yes, Diane, that is true. You have a good point." Jane's hazel eyes were still watery, but clearly another emotion from sorrow had taken over.
"Well? Are you going to let me have it?"
"Dee don't rush me. I like to think about the consequences of my actions, something I'm sure you with your impressive intellect would appreciate." Her eyes were now smiling. Diane felt like her own pussy would start visibly dribbling soon. Jane ostentatiously "considered" further. Then her beautiful face indicated she had decided.
"I've considered and have decided you may have it. On one condition though, and mind it is a strict condition. No wheedling out of it or taking the first or something."
Diane smiled, "I think you mean the fifth"
"Do I? Well, you would know."
"Come on Jane, just give me the fucking thing." Jane removed her T-shirt and then her bra. She slowly removed her denim shorts. Pulling them erotically down those stunning legs. In her small panties Jane twirled and then sitting on the sofa she lifted her legs and ostentatiously slowly stripped those off too, threading them slowly and sexily over her black boots, letting the panties hang over a shapely ankle before finally falling to the floor. Diane sighed "Fuck, Janie." Jane was standing in front of her, and she displayed herself, twisting and turning for Diane, making her almost pass out with desire. Her body was lightly tanned from her sunbathing, Diane's dislike of sunbathing notwithstanding, with only a few paler areas around her sex and her breasts.
"Oh god, Jane. You are such an exhibitionist. I love it though." Diane was almost choking on her desire.
Jane, naked except for her boots stepped close, her breasts resting against Diane's. She kissed her gently. Diane placed her hands on her round buttocks.
Jane murmured quietly their faces so close their noses were touching. "You can only have it if you promise to fuck me hard with it." She pressed it into Diane's hand.
"Oh, you needn't worry about that. That was my original plan."
Jane kissed her again. "I'm so glad. This is why we love each other, don't we? We are so often of the same mind." Diane could feel Jane was trembling slightly. My god, she thought, she wants it bad.
Diane removed her blouse and Jane watched as she attached the strapon. Jane fussed with the straps for her, taking the opportunity to touch her up as much as possible. They laughed together about who got more pleasure who using it, the fucker or the fucked. Diane now with the curved penis affixed to her took Jane in her arms and the foreplay started. Diane arrayed with the strapon is one of the most arousing sights there is, as Jane already knew, and Roz recently found out. She is a tall Amazon, her strong legs, wide hips and beautiful breasts with their large nipples. Her flat stomach, not with the phenomenal abdominal definition shown by Jane, but particularly impressive for a woman in her early forties. Her slim waist only emphasizes the voluptuousness of her hips. Her legs toned from a lifetime of running, and finally of course, her face with those extraordinary eyes and her skillfully highlighted hair, the first thing that Jane had noticed about Diane, before they had even met.
Diane entered Jane swiftly, their sexual ardor was almost out of control. Soon Diane was thrusting, her hands around Jane's ass and her waist, pulling her onto the curved phallus. Jane's hard body was smooth, and Diane took her standing up, which meant the phallus entered Jane at an angle. Jane jumped and wrapped her legs around Diane's hips, her arms around her neck. The phallus was deep inside and the ball on its tip was providing that extra stimulation that made it so effective. For Diane it was amazing to feel the whole 140 lbs of naked Jane hanging around her body, Jane kept kicking her legs as she shifted on the strapon to keep it moving inside her, the muscles in her thighs squeezing Diane's waist as she gyrated around impaled on the dick. Diane backed her up against a wall, which now helped her hold Jane as she approached her climax. All 5'11" of Diane was now giving Jane everything she could possibly want, thrusting hard into Jane's sex, driving her to ecstasies of sensory overload.
"Dee, yes, yes, oh yes!" Diane's slit was streaming her wetness over its straps as they stimulated her large, dangling labia. But it was Jane who started her climax first. Diane felt the luscious body against which she was pushing begin to resist as she started to come. Diane became rougher and rougher as she struggled to come too. Diane slapped Jane's round ass and then roughly smacked her back against the wall as her own passion reached breaking point. "Fuck, Jane fucking come babe!" Jane's thighs tightened again, she felt like the phallus was breaking through her vagina into her gut where it was stimulating her whole abdominal region. She felt as though she was going to come like she did when Marie used the vibrator. But this time it was beautiful Diane's titties and hips pounding against her. Diane held her up by the buttocks and she rose like a jockey in the saddle only to come down yet again, the round ball flicking inside her. Her internal tension suddenly snapped, and the rush commenced. She twisted, Diane felt her stiffen, her beautiful head pushed against her face and neck and Diane started to come too. Jane cried out and Diane let out a sexy gasp of release. Jane felt her whole sexual self throb with a million simultaneous stimulations and then her pussy started pulsing. Suddenly Diane felt Jane's ejaculate spraying out of her slit onto both their legs. Jane closed her eyes as she felt herself squirting. Diane could feel the wetness on her, but she was gone too. A twisting mass of hard female flesh, Diane pinned Jane even harder against the wall as she climaxed. Jane slumped onto the floor, sliding slowly down. Diane had both hands on the wall, leaning against it, breathing hard, Jane's milky sex juice running down her beautiful legs and even reaching the straps of her sandals. Jane was panting too, her eyes closed, her naked body shining with perspiration.
"Janie, you squirted. Was that a first? That was awesome." Diane wiped the juice off her thigh muscles smearing it on her stomach.
Jane was about to say that she had squirted previously, but given that it had not been with her, she said it was a new experience. "It's you Dee, you just turn me on so much, I can't control myself."
"It's nice, I hope you'll do it next time. It makes you even hotter, if that's even possible." Diane sat on the floor beside her. Both leant against the wall. Jane's orgasm has made a small puddle on the floor, and she was sitting in it.
"Dee, are we ok now? I'm told that makeup sex is the best. What we just did was fantastic. I really hope that was makeup sex and that we're not going to argue anymore. I couldn't bear it. I love you, Dee."
"Of course, we are. We always were. I just got jealous, that's all. I shouldn't have listened to Judy. It freaked me out. I still bet you were tempted by Marie though, even if nothing happened. No need to protest Janie, I know you."
Diane had completely succumbed to Roz. My god I spent the whole night with her, screwing her blind. How can I judge Jane? "Why don't we shower and get some lunch somewhere? Fucking makes me hungry." Jane helped her out of the strapon, something she always enjoyed. Diane felt like some kinky Eastern potentate as Jane, her beautiful slave girl, erotically removed her shoes.
"You know I much prefer putting your shoes on, don't you?" She sucked Diane's toes.
"Oh, that's nice. You're are strange woman, Janie."
Jane removed her own boots, and they took a shower together. In the shower passion overtook them again. Their wet bodies stimulated their desires, and as they soaped each other their hands washed the smooth curved surfaces of their skin, and their soapy fingers began to penetrate every nook, crevice and hole in each other's lovely bodies. Then their tongues got to work. Diane's slippery fingers were inside Jane's sex and her tongue was teasing her clit, the shower cascading down Jane's body and over Diane's face. She came very quickly, the wet thighs twisting under Diane's touch.
Jane turned Diane so her back and ass were facing her and put her fingers in her slit from behind, kissing her face and lips. The feel of Jane's wet hard body against her and Jane's dirty talk soon had Diane at a peak of excitement. Jane's thumb was probing and rubbing Diane's long labia. It pressed on her anus and Diane jumped and let out a particularly loud moan.
"Does Dee, like a bit of bum hole action?" Jane's nipples were pressing into Diane's back. A deliciously erotic sensation. Diane under the streaming water, exhaled and said, "Oh god, that's so good." Jane's thumb pressed further into the hole then it was past the sphincter and inside her, stretching and stimulating her insides. Jane's fingers hooked, expanded, and thrust into the pussy. Diane felt even more excited, somehow aroused and abused at the same time. Jane swiveled her thumb in her ass, and one of her fingers pressed hard on her clit, while the others flicked her labia and the wet soapy inside of her vagina.
"Dee, your ass feels even better than your pussy. Babe come for me." Diane came suddenly and so quickly she just quivered and trembled under the streaming warm water, speechless as the cascade of release surged into her consciousness from her tingling nipples and her sex. Yet her ass was still filled with Jane's thumb. The release was not complete. Diane moaned, "Oh god, I'm not finished. Janie please."
Jane not quite knowing what she wanted, removed her fingers from her vagina. Keeping her thumb implanted, she tongued Diane's swollen vulva, which was red with excitement. Then she slowly removed her thumb but still licked the folds of her labia that was awash with shower water. Diane seemed to freeze, go completely stiff and then was coming again, the pleasure way more extreme than the earlier one. The stream of water pouring off Diane's body was falling all over Jane's face and chest as she squatted under her. "Woah, Dee, yeah, go for it." She put her arms around Diane's thighs. "Fuck my tongue, fuck it, yeah that's it!"
Afterwards they sat on the tiles on the floor of the shower cubicle, the water no longer running, recovering and holding each other. Diane said, "Well that's a first for me. No one has ever put anything in my butt."
"You seemed to like it. Shall I make it a regular thing, or should I buy you a lovely butt plug?"
"You've a dirty mind."
"Maybe, but you did like it didn't you? I liked what it did to you, and I liked putting it in there and giving you a double come."
"If we do get one. I'm putting it in your hot ass too."
Jane smiled and, holding Diane's head, she gave her a long passionate kiss. "Sounds like a deal to me."
Diane drove them to her local main street, and they had lunch in an Italian restaurant. Both of them were relieved to have made it up, and the morning's sexual activity had restored their faith in each other. Both had their guilt, but they had weathered the storm and were happy together.
Afterwards they did some browsing in the local stores. They separated and agreed to meet up later. Jane was trying on some clothes in a store and was examining herself in the mirror of the changing room. She was trying on some pants and also a jacket. She heard a familiar voice outside speaking to the female assistant. Jane opened the door and sure enough it was Leslie engaged in a lengthy, rather prima Donna-ish conversation about getting a refund for an item she had bought but for which she had no receipt. She had a pile of clothes over her arm which Jane assumed she was interested in buying. She looked stunning in a black tank top, white, cropped skinny ankle jeans and black, high heeled sandals. The tight jeans were very flattering to her figure. Such great legs. Jane waited until she had moved away before leaving the changing room. She found her at the back of the store looking at shoes.
"I'd recognize that body anywhere. Hullo Les."
Leslie looked around and her face showed embarrassment, pain, and confusion. Her usual look.
"Oh, it's you. Hullo." Leslie first reaction was one of panic. Where the fuck is Frank, he can get me out of this, she thought. Jane kissed her and Leslie gave her a peck on the cheek in return.
"How you doing, Les? I've missed seeing you. In fact, we've both missed seeing you. Diane'd like to go running with you, I'm sure." Jane looked gorgeous as usual, fuck her. Leslie wondered what Jane would do. She always worried that somehow Jane would make a pass at her or something.
"I'm fine. Have you been at the house all this time?" Jane replied that Diane had been away for two weeks or so, so no one had been there, Diane had only got back last Monday.
"So, you weren't there a couple of weeks back, on Saturday?" It dawned on Jane that she might be asking somehow about Marie on that Saturday night. She wasn't sure, but she just suspected.
"Oh no, this is the first time I've been here for ages. Why do you ask? Oh Les, don't tell me you've been missing me?" Jane was smiling at her. Leslie's face showed embarrassment.
"Of course not, why would I be? Really Jane you have a bit of a too high opinion of yourself sometimes."
"Perhaps, babe, you're probably right, but I do have a very high opinion of you, as I think you know." Leslie turned to move away. Jane is too fucking much, she thought. "You should also know that I think you look fucking hot today." Jane couldn't help but flirt with Leslie. She was satisfyingly sexy. Jane found her as enticing as always. Something about her always made Jane say things to her that she wouldn't to other attractive women. Part of it was a way to make her uncomfortable as a payback for when Leslie had chucked her out of her house despite their evening of sex. It still rankled with her.
Leslie reddened. "Jane, why do you say these things to me? For what purpose?"
"Why? Why not? I think you are very sexy, and I think you know it, but you often seem to reject your attractiveness too. You once liked me. But now you seem to dislike me, and I don't know why. Can't say I like being treated like that. You wanted to be my friend, but then just as suddenly you don't want to be."
Leslie looked upset. "I know, I've told you I'm sorry about that night. I can't explain, but friendship is not really what it was about for you was it? I just don't want you to...do this with me. It makes me very uneasy."
"Ok, Les, sorry, but you are fun to tease. I hate to remind you, but you came on to me that evening. Anyway, that's past. I just wish we could see you more. Dee and I both like you."
"I don't trust you Jane; you're always trying to..." Jane was standing very close to her.
"What? Fuck you?" Jane placed her hand over Leslie's crotch. The white jeans were skintight, Jane's fingers lightly ran up and down the fly, and then her hand pressed and was held against her warm mound. "Jane, what?" Leslie's voice indicated alarm. Only a second or two passed, but to Leslie it seemed much longer. She felt unnatural excitement. Jane removed her hand and gently slapped Leslie's round butt.
"Jane, what makes you think you can just do that to me?"
"I guess I don't know, but you looked as though you liked it. Tell me I'm wrong, Les."
Leslie was so astonished she said nothing.
"There we are then. It's always very nice to see you Les, I'll be going now. Do call in and see us both sometime. Just tell us in advance. We don't want you to visit when we are fucking or something. You wouldn't like that, I know."
Jane walked away her body moving in that sexy way of hers. That fucking woman thought Leslie, she'll be the death of me yet. She realized she had the strongest desire to call in and catch Diane and Jane fucking. She wanted to weep she was so confused.
Jane met up with Diane. She had bought herself a new top and she gave Jane a bag. "It's for you. You can return it if you don't like it. I thought you'd look good in them." Jane looked in the bag. Something leather and expensive. Jane kissed Diane. "Thank you, babe." Diane smiled and then pointed. "Hey, look it's Frank and Leslie." Frank had noticed them, and he waved and walked towards them, Leslie a step or two behind.
"Leslie looks her usual happy self, doesn't she?" Diane was smiling at them both, but particularly at Frank.
"I was going to say, I met Les just now."
Diane said "Well your charm doesn't seem to have made her any happier to see us. She does look hot though in those really tight jeans, doesn't she?"
"Of course, she always does. Sorry Dee but I flirted with her, I confess. She's so easy to embarrass. I can't seem to stop myself."
Her confession seemed not to worry Diane. "You're good at that Janie, God knows. What'd she do?"
Jane whispered, "Not much. She seemed to accept it. I have a feeling she likes women, but I'm not sure."
They were almost on them. "Interesting. Hey Frank and Les, so great to see you. You two look perfect."
Frank smoothly replied, "I could say the same about you two."
"Why don't you come over later for a drink? I'd, we'd, love to hear what you've been up to."
Frank was all smiles. He liked Diane and her gorgeous friend so much. He agreed. Leslie pulled his arm and whispered something in his ear. A cloud passed over his face, "OK, Les. Sure."
Jane smiled at them both. Frank thought these three women were the pinnacle of attractive females. He wondered what might have happened if he had met Diane twenty years ago.
"Dee is wondering whether you want to go for a run with her, Les?" Diane was not but was fine with Jane asking her. Leslie wondered why Jane was asking but she didn't want to produce any awkwardness.
"Yes, sure, why not." She looked at Jane, her blue gray eyes impossible to read. Jane once again thought how very striking she was.
"Les, have you had any luck with the modeling gig?" Leslie looked a bit sheepish. It seemed rude not to engage with Jane. Her touch on her groin and their past history flooded through her mind. "Not really. I'll tell you later." Jane nodded and smiled at her. "Ok, we'll look forward to seeing you." Leslie turned to go, and Frank followed. "Bye-bye," Jane sounded disappointed they were parting.
In the car on the way back Diane wondered whether Leslie would come running with her. Jane told her that she had run with her when she was away. She had beaten her. Diane commented that Jane wouldn't have liked that. Jane snippily asked why she thought that. "Oh Jane, you don't like to lose. You and your fitness." Jane said she'd bet that Leslie would not turn up to run. Diane took her up on the bet to the tune of five dollars.
Back at the house she tried on the gift from Diane. "Dee, you really shouldn't have. My god they must have cost a fortune. I really can't accept them."
"They're perfect for you Janie. I want to see you in them, that's why I bought them for you. Go on make a dyke happy."
The walnut colored, leather ankle leggings were soft and sensual and hugged Jane's curves. Diane felt way too excited admiring the fit of them on her girlfriend. Jane's high heel ankle boots and the slinky leather were a dream combination. Jane loved them but felt embarrassed as they must have cost so much. It emphasized the difference in their finances. She felt that if Diane was going to buy more of these things for her, she would start to feel like a kept woman. Not something she wanted at all. However, Diane had not been showering her with gifts at all, so she accepted them gratefully. She kissed Diane and thanked her. Diane felt frisky, so felt her round ass. Soon they were kissing passionately.
"Janie, you look so fucking hot in these. God, I don't think I can control myself."
"Oh Christ, Dee, you're getting me excited."
Diane was feeling very horny, "Don't wear panties with these next time, ohh Janie, babe, you are all wet down here." Diane's hand was on Jane's slit fondling her through the open fly. Things were about to get completely out of hand, when the buzzer rang. Diane managed to tear herself away.
"Well, you owe me five dollars, it's Leslie, she obviously wants to go running. You want to come?"
Somehow Jane didn't want to risk losing to both Leslie and Diane and she also had a feeling that if she wanted to run, then Leslie wouldn't. Leslie pointedly stayed outside while Diane got into her running gear.
Jane looked her up and down. Wow she looks good, as usual.
"Leslie, is it actually possible to get smaller running shorts than you have? This girl wants to know." Leslie's Lycra shorts were tight and very brief, the edge of her buttocks were uncovered.
"Stop it Jane, just fucking stop will you. I'm only here for Diane."
"That's nice. Les, I'm only joking. You're not good with jokes."
"That's because you're not funny."
Jane made a face. Leslie shifted her feet nervously. Jane in her leather leggings, Leslie tried not to think about her.
Diane appeared similarly attired to Leslie. What a pair, thought Jane.
"Look at you two, you are both so beautiful." Jane meant what she said.
"Ready Les? Ok let's go. See you in 35 minutes or so, Janie. Come on."
The two athletes ran off and Jane watched them go. She wished she had gone now, but she had no exercise clothes or suitable footwear anyway.
She sat outside on the patio looking at her phone. A text from Marie asked how she was and also rather sweetly asked about Diane. Jane replied that they had had a big falling out but had made up today. She said nothing about the makeup sex. She mentioned that Diane was out running with Leslie. Then she snapped a shot of herself in her new leather pants and sent it off. There was another text. This time from Sarah. She asked how she was and then, surprisingly, asked if she would be back in her city at any time soon. Jane replied, her usual flirtatious self, asking if she was missing her. Sarah texted back quickly. "Yes!" She went on to say that her boyfriend had a job offer in Australia, and that she was unable to go with him unless they were married. This had not happened, so now she was single again. She had never said about a boyfriend, so this was all new to Jane. There would have been a time when she would have wanted to fly out to see her, but so much seemed to have happened since they had their one-night stand, that now all she could say was how sorry she was. She then told her about Diane and asked her to keep in touch. Sarah replied that she would love to see her again sometime. Her last sentence was "Diane's a very lucky woman to have caught you."
Marie texted that she loved the picture of Jane in her new leather pants. "So wish I could see them in the flesh, and you. You fill them up so well too! Are you at the house? No joy from Steve. He refuses to talk. We're ignoring each other. Am trying not to think of you. If I do, I ache so much. I want you lying beside me, doing what you did to me before we were caught. Sue said you are very attractive! Everyone likes you. Except S and L. Love Mxxx"
Jane texted her to say she was at the house and Diane and Leslie were running together and that Leslie was being unfriendly to her. "She's strange, isn't she? My Mom thinks she was abused as a child or something. My uncle is always trying to make her happy, but she never seems to be. Good luck with her. I think she needs a friend." Clearly Marie had no idea of what kind of a relationship Jane and Leslie were having or had had. She'd better not find out either.
The door opened and the two runners entered, their flesh flush with their exertion. Green and gray eyes looked at Jane. Leslie's legs were covered in a sheen of perspiration, and her blonde ponytail was wet through. Her cropped T-shirt had damp patches, and the skin of her stomach above her tight Lycra shorts was shiny with sweat. Diane, in her capri-length lycra leggings and zipped up top, was in a similar state, her beautiful face was streaming moisture under her baseball cap, her highlighted hair a tangled wet mass.
Jane gave a bottle of water to Leslie, who was panting hard. "Who won?"
"Janie, it's not about winning. But Les beat me by about 50 yards. Mind you, she's 15 years younger than me."
Jane congratulated Leslie, who was sitting on the same bar stool, that Diane had tantalized her earlier in the day. Leslie was recovering, "Diane's a very strong runner, she's amazing. Such long legs. Next time she'll probably beat me."
Diane asked if Leslie wanted to shower, and she offered her some clothes to go home in. Jane offered to wash her running stuff. "Oh no, I'm fine. I'll run home." Diane said she was showering and hoped to see her later and vanished upstairs. Leslie gulped down her water and stood up. Jane headed her a hand towel. "You're sweaty. Take it."
"Thanks Jane, I'd better be going." Jane followed her out. Somehow her wet body was stoking Jane's desire. Leslie turned around and those blue gray eyes looked into Jane's. "Les, sorry about earlier. Please don't hate me for liking, no, fancying you. I'm a flirtatious person, I sometimes can't stop myself, and you are very attractive. Please forgive me. It's only because I like you."
Leslie said, "Those leather pants are very sexy. They look very good on you. I know you like me, but well I can't can I? I know what we did. I never should have let you. A mistake. I'd better be going." At that moment Leslie had a strange feeling, or was it a hope, that Jane would kiss her like she did when they first met.
"Ok. I hope to see you soon." Jane waved goodbye and Leslie ran down the drive her damp, blonde ponytail swinging against the back of her head. Jane had felt sexual tension in the air, but whether Leslie felt it too she did not know. All she knew was that she had wanted to kiss her.
Diane reappeared barefoot in a simple white T-shirt and a different pair of shorts. They were very short. She looked really good in them.
"Were you flirting with Leslie again?"
"Only a little."
"I don't know why, but I don't seem to care about it."
"I think it's because you wish you were doing it. I know you like her, Dee."
"True. One day maybe you'll succeed? It would give you and me a big shock." Jane had already succeeded, but no way was she going to tell. Diane had for some time had libidinous thoughts about catching Jane and Leslie making out, but she was not going to tell anyone either.
About 6:30 Frank visited. It was a very warm evening. Diane greeted him with evident pleasure. He enjoyed seeing her and he could not fail to notice her legs, nicely exposed by her shorts.
"Where's Les? Is she alright?"
Frank looked sheepish. "She's not coming, I'm afraid." He felt embarrassed to say why. "She says she has a bad headache." Diane quickly wished her well.
Jane, in her fetching leather leggings, was stretched out on the divan on the patio, her bare feet hanging over the edge. They came out and Frank bent down to kiss her. "Hi Frank. No Les then? That's a real shame."
Diane opened a bottle of wine and they chatted. Frank was both more and less serious than usual. He was less serious because he did not start to bore Jane by discussing current affairs in great depth with Diane, but he was more serious because he was worried about Leslie.
"She's just not herself these days. She's distracted and depressed. She's bad tempered with me too."
Diane said she seemed fine on their run, in fact quite chirpy, although she modified that by saying this is in comparison with her more usual gloomy self. Frank related how they had met and how utterly gorgeous she was when he first met her, and how happy she seemed to be. He confided, although both listeners already knew, that she wanted children, but the strange thing was that she no longer seemed to want sex. He felt it was his fault somehow.
Jane, who had been completely quiet up till now, asked him whether he had told her what he had just told them.
"No, I haven't. I think it would just upset her too much." Frank had to confess he liked talking to these two women. They seemed so happy in their lesbian relationship, and like Les, they were "beautiful people." He thought that perhaps they might have some suggestions about what to do next from a female perspective.
"Leslie thinks you are in love with Dee. Are you?" Diane annoyed said, "Jane, please!" Frank was taken aback. Jane was a real firecracker.
"Well, that's blunt and to the point." Frank clearly had not expected that. Diane nodded and looked daggers at Jane, who lay all relaxed and sultry. Diane said, "Sorry Frank, I don't know what to say. She knows it's not true."
"No, I don't. I'm sure you're not having an affair with Dee. Well, I fucking hope not. But you might still be in love with her. Not that I blame you if you are. I fact I would completely understand." Jane took a large gulp of wine. "And I speak as someone who is in love with her."
Diane liked the confession. "Thanks, Janie."
Frank answered that he was not in love with Diane, but he was very fond of her. He admitted that Leslie had get the wrong impression at times, but it was not true. Jane liked dealing with other people's problems much better than with her own. Jane raised the next point less bluntly; she did not want to upset Diane or Frank. "I don't know, could Les be in love with Dee?"
Diane and Jane had discussed Leslie so many times that the idea that she might be gay had been brought up often. Diane said, "Why does it have to be me all the time? It could be someone else, male or female. It could just as well be Jane."
Frank poured them all another glass. As was his nature, although he was very worried about Leslie, he was treating the problem as a matter of science or Holmesian deduction. "Diane has a point. But the thing is she doesn't know anyone." He had completely missed the suggestion about the two women as potential sources of infidelity. "So, who could she be in love with, or having an affair? It's partly my fault, I brought her here away from all her old friends. I should never have suggested she stop working. That doesn't help for the isolation."
Diane continued, "Any signs of an affairs? I don't know, shifty, too much texting, odd phone calls. Strange bills and so on. Got to say, Frank, I have not experienced this, so I don't really know the signs." She looked at Jane. Jane wondered if she was thinking of her and Marie. Frank said there was nothing except, and he felt awkward saying it, she doesn't much like coming here, when she used to be ok with it.
Jane feared that one day Leslie would tell Frank about them, then everything would be finished. Diane said, "Well, Janie and I have talked a little about Leslie and us. Janie thinks she is phased by our relationship. I don't know her upbringing, but many people just can't deal with same sex couples, incredible as it seems in this day and age. So that might explain that. But I can't see how it explains the rest." Jane backed up Diane's thoughts. She mentioned her and Leslie's first conversation where she had told her about them being a couple. Her incomprehension and surprise at Diane, a widow with children, taking up with a younger woman. She did not mention the fact that she kissed her on the lips. She added, "This may explain her and us, Dee and me, but, sorry, I'm otherwise out of ideas."
Frank sat back in his chair. He loved Leslie, but these two women, well they could affect a man's thinking. He had always found Leslie's suspicions of him and Diane annoying. Until Jane appeared, he had indeed had thoughts about an alternative universe where he and Diane had met and fallen in love, but these were simply pleasant fantasies, a way of passing the time if he and Leslie had had a falling out. When Leslie told him that Jane was not just a friend but was also Diane's lover, he had to readjust his fantasy.
After Frank left, Diane said, "You should probably stop flirting with Les, perhaps you're doing her head in."
"Oh, it's such fun though, but yes, I'll try to be good. She is a strange mix. Something's going on with her, but God knows what."
Diane said what they had guessed might be true for ages. "Do you think she might like us, I mean really like both of us? You know a lesbian fantasy?"
"A ménage a trois? Oh, don't get me going Dee. Yeah, Frank didn't pick up on the idea that Les might be in love with a woman. Even though I suggested she might have a thing for you."
"And I suggested she might love you. I think he believes it impossible."
"Yes, quite likely. Fuck, Dee do you think we and Leslie..."
"Don't go there Janie, it would kill Frank."
"We do both like her though don't we?"
Diane nodded in agreement. "Before you came along Janie, I confess I had my own fantasy about Leslie. You know, she would come round in her minidress, those legs, then one thing would lead to another. Anyway, it was a nice fantasy."
"Yeah, it is a good one. Very hot, I agree. I'm sorry it didn't work out, although if it had I probably wouldn't be here."
"Fantasies so rarely do, except for me with you of course. I still find it miraculous that it has."
"God works in mysterious ways."
"I doubt God can help Leslie. He may not approve of what's going through her, or our, minds."