Jane's Encounters: More trouble with Irma
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.
"I'm driving Irma to the airport today, afterwards I'm seeing my financial advisor, so you're on your own this morning." Jane was lying in bed trying to sleep while Diane was already dressed. She opened the curtains.
"Come on Janie, you don't want to lie in bed all day, do you?"
"Yeah, I do."
"It's a beautiful day, the sun is out, forest animals are stirring, little birds are chirping, the sky is blue, etcetera, etcetera, and all is well with the world." Diane pulled the sheets back. Jane's eyes were closed, her body sprawled on the mattress indecorously.
"Methinks someone had too much to drink last night." Jane had indeed imbibed heavily on Friday night.
"God, you're so effing cheery Dee, give me a break." Diane sat on the bed. She ran her hand through Jane's bob. She stirred. Diane could feel her body heat. Her tanned legs moved, and she turned over and sat up. Diane thought for the millionth time how gorgeous she was. Jane kissed her, tasting the remnants of toothpaste in her mouth. "Dee, you look fucking edible. Come back to bed."
Jane was hard to resist. "Janie, babe, come and have breakfast with me. I'll be sad if you don't." Diane made a sad face, and Jane laughed. She swung out of bed her hands brushing against Diane's thighs as she did so. Without a thought she stripped off her t-shirt and sleeping shorts.
"You're shameless, you know. Just as well I've seen you like this before, or I'd have a heart attack." Jane's body never ceased to impress her. "You can wear my robe."
"Ok then, that's what I'll do." Jane slipped the gown over her curves. She stood in between Diane's legs as Diane closed the robe covering her nakedness, fixing the belt around her slim waist. A pleasant, erotic moment. "Sure you don't want to fuck, Dee?" The body under the thin robe seemed to be calling her.
"Janie stop tempting me. Yes, but not now. I've got to get going. Come down with me."
During breakfast, Diane reminded Jane that Irma was going back to Germany for the summer, leaving her car at the house. The car was one of Diane's that she was lending Irma for the duration of her Ph.D.
"I'm glad you're taking her rather than me." Diane had mentioned all this yesterday. Jane was pleased she was not expected to drive her, or even go with them.
"Yes, I know. You and Irma are chalk and cheese at the moment."
"Thanks, Dee. She's still got the hots for me."
Jane had said this before, and she thought it was obvious for all to see when Irma and she were in the same room. Diane could see her point but remained doubtful about its significance. Diane did not know what Jane had experienced, that she had succumbed to Irma's clumsy advances a few months ago, something that embarrassed Jane every time she thought about it. "Yeah, her puppy dog eyes looking at me, well you know. Sorry Dee, I don't want to be awkward with your niece. We've talked about it many times." Jane never felt Diane realized the intensity of Irma's attraction to her. She also thought that Irma had some kind of designs on Diane too, despite her being her aunt. She really was a very odd girl. Tormented or something. Diane's explanation of her family dynamic in Germany and her weird parents. It explained a lot. Well, the girl's a nut job.
Diane sighed, "Fuck, Janie, you keep saying this, but she's been much better ever since you had your talk with her, hasn't she? Even you say so yourself." Diane found Jane's dislike of Irma rather annoying. She thought it possible that she did really like Jane, but who doesn't? Why Jane couldn't cope with it was a mystery to her. Diane was, of course, familiar with unwanted attention. Her beauty had assured her of plenty of it, although usually from the opposite sex. It's a simple fact of life, she thought. Christ, Jane must have had so much practice fending off people attracted to her, and it's not like Irma is ever actually going to do anything. Jane knew better, of course, but was not going to tell. Jane felt it best not to argue, so she just smiled and said nothing.
Diane had been decent trying to keep them from meeting to avoid embarrassment. She just did not trust that Irma would not try it on with her again, even though Jane had threatened she would tell Diane if she did. The trouble was, telling Diane would mean having to explain why she had let her lick her pussy that time. She was unable to satisfactorily answer that herself. She had come too. If she did one day spill the beans to Diane, she could almost hear Irma's accented voice saying to her, "Vell, if my advance was so awful how come Jane enjoyed it so much?" It was a kind of cold war. Mutually assured destruction. Diane would be pissed at Irma, but also at Jane. It might be catastrophic for both of them, hence the extreme awkwardness. Given all this Jane was very wary of anything to do with Irma. Stupid Heidi bitch, she thought.
Later Jane, at a loose end, decided to have a workout in Diane's gym. She put on a pair of very short, low rise, lycra and cotton, green exercise shorts with white trim, a white, strappy sports bra, and her high-top workout sneakers. A hair band was around her wrist, ready to hold her brunette waves when she started to sweat.
"That is very sexy, Janie. My god, your ass looks phenomenal." Diane cupped her round buttocks.
Jane smiled in response. "Thanks, Dee. I won't be long. When's Irma coming?" She wanted to be safe and downstairs in the gym when she came.
"She's late, she was meant to be here 20 minutes ago." Jane said she'd wait with her. She planned to vanish to the gym as soon as Irma turned up.
An hour passed and Diane got very antsy. Jane was lying seductively on the sofa, one foot on an arm, the other on the floor, looking at Diane as she nervously paced up and down. Diane's body looked sensational in her sleeveless, light midi-dress and white-heeled sandals. "Dee, why don't you come here instead of all this walking? You're making me tired just looking at you." Jane always got a sexual kick out of just being in the same room with Diane. Those breasts swelling prominently under the light blue dress, the way it clung to her hips, those calves, her pedicured feet, with dark blue nail polish, that movie star face. The startling green of her eyes. She contemplated what the financial advisor might think of her. He probably really looks forward to their meetings. She wondered if he ever fancied his chances. Probably not, it would be totally unprofessional. Still, she imagined what it would have been like if she had first met Diane as she looked today, all fresh, fit, and beautiful. "Dee, come over here, why don't you?"
"I'm too anxious to sit with you, Janie." There was a beep and Diane looked at her phone. A text from Irma told her that she had had a puncture and would be really late. She hoped she would not miss her flight. Diane stopped pacing and looked pleadingly at Jane. "I'm going to have to ask you to drive her to the airport, I can't do it, she's way too late. I have my appointment with the advisor. I can't miss it."
Jane felt her heart sink. "Oh no. Can't you change it? You could make another one some other time? What finance guy works on a Saturday anyway?" Jane experienced the horrible shock that she and Irma would have to spend time in a car together. She sat up, her hazel eyes showing alarm. She was looking forward to working out and then relaxing, maybe swimming. Making love to Diane.
"Janie, come on. I can't. I'm seeing him now, so I don't have to take a day off work. He's being accommodating. I know you and Irma don't get on, but you'll do it for me won't you babe?" Diane kissed Jane tenderly on the forehead. "It's not too much to ask of my beautiful girlfriend, is it? She's just my niece, not an ogre. Anyway, you could make mincemeat of her if you wanted. Just be nice to her. Not too difficult, is it?"
Jane realized she could not say no without it seeming weirdly unreasonable. Fuck it, she thought. She was about to change from her skimpy exercise wear when Irma's car rolled up the drive and Diane let her in.
Diane gave them both a big smile. "Janie's driving you Irma. Sorry, but you're really late. I have to be off. So, I'll love you and leave you. Keep in touch Irma, see you in the fall. You'd better hurry, you'll be cutting it very fine as it is." Diane's green eyes smiled at Jane. She thinks all this is amusing, thought Jane. Irma was gazing at Jane in a way guaranteed to annoy her. "Come on then Irma. Do you want to drive or shall I?" Jane rushed outside.
Irma effusively thanked Jane and asked her to drive. Jane shrugged her bare shoulders in resignation. She kept thinking this was Diane's task, not hers. Irma was dressed in a pair of rather ill-fitting jeans with a long-sleeved T-shirt. Jane thought she looked like a slob. She had been less frumpy last time she saw her. Her blonde hair was tied back in a ponytail and her blue eyes kept checking Jane out, top to bottom from her cute bob to her white socks and high tops, returning to her chest and then continuing the cycle. Jane was used to this from people, but Irma was so unsubtle about it. It annoyed her, simply because it was so insensitive. What was the word Diane had called her? Ah yes, gauche. Irma was gauche.
Irma said she was leaving a large bag at Diane's, so could she take it out of the trunk? Jane pulled the heavy bag out, sweating in the hot sun. She could sense Irma's eyes on her. Bet she's enjoying watching me, she thought. Why the fuck doesn't she help?
There was a part of Jane though that did not mind appreciation, insensitive or otherwise. The whole idea that she was attractive, that people wanted to make love to her, think about her when she was not there, masturbate over her, fantasize over her, perhaps dominate her, was a powerful emotion running deep inside her psyche. She frequently pretended it was not there, or that it was easily controlled, but it was always lurking in the recesses of her mind. It seems possible that some people can sense this in her, perhaps Natasha, certainly Csilla, and work it to their advantage. Then there was Irma. Perhaps Irma could detect it too, lurking deep within the beautiful body that was struggling with her large bag. Might this help explain how Jane had let herself be conquered by this strange German girl on an equally hot day a few months ago?
Irma's lust for Jane had not decreased, in fact absence had increased it. Seeing her in her revealing exercise wear, Irma was intoxicated with desire. As Jane assumed, she was indeed enjoying seeing Jane's golden limbs fighting with the bag. The muscles in her legs and arms as she lifted the large bag towards the front door were just amazing to her, those round buttocks, and her butt crack so wonderfully visible. She imagined putting her tongue in between them. Jane moved away heaving the bag with her left hand, her shapely lower back straining visibly below the straps of her sports bra, tensing against the heavy load. Her thigh muscles flexed prominently as she dragged it up the stairs of the porch. Irma could watch her all day, every day.
"For fuck's sake Irma get the door. I'm not your slave. Help for god's sake." Irma dashed over, opened the door, and wedged it open with the door mat. Jane lifted it into the hall. She was sweating. "What the hell do you have in here Irma? It's effing heavy." Irma could see the shape of her nipples under the bra. She wondered whether she was wearing any panties. She decided it was unlikely. Irma remembered when she had smelt and tasted that pussy; those hot legs wide open while she licked and sucked her until she came.
Jane straightened up and pushed her hair back. "Fat lot of use you were. You could have helped more." Jane was pissed, Irma mumbled an apology. "Sorry Jane, you needn't have done it. I could have..."
Jane's beautiful face showed yet more annoyance. "Yeah, but you didn't." Irma was looking at Jane, fucking her with her eyes. "And just stop looking at me like that will you."
Jane was very worried that Irma would miss her flight, so she drove fast out of the drive and onto the highway. If she did miss it, that would mean Irma would have to stay with Diane and her overnight, or Jane would feel honor bound to sit with her at the airport, waiting for the next flight. Jane's sole aim was to get the annoying girl to the airport and on the plane as quickly as possible, thereby minimizing contact with her.
"Thank you for driving me, Jane. You are a good person."
"Not really, but thanks. It's no problem. I hope you have a good flight. What airline?"
Irma was enjoying being so close to Jane. The proximity of her hard body was fantastic. The tanned thigh closest to her, in particular, its firm flesh was tantalizing her with all the possibilities her sexually aroused brain was turning over in her mind. "Lufthansa, Gate B12. Well, I think you are a nice person. I know you don't like me very much. My aunt is in love with you. She is very happy."
Jane liked to hear about Diane but didn't know what to say. She really did not want to have a conversation with Irma. "You look very nice today, Jane. I wish I looked like you."
Here we go, thought Jane. "Don't start, Irma. Let's just concentrate on getting your flight."
A car swerved in front of them. Jane shouted, "What the fuck? Can't you drive?" Her mind was a mass of anxiety. She was stressing about getting Irma off and diverting any sexualized comments. Her resentment at Diane for putting her here was adding to her mood. She tried not to look at Irma beside her. If I don't look at her, she's less likely to want to talk, she thought. If we don't talk, I'm lessening the chance of her doing something. Oh god, please let there be no traffic delays.
"You know I met someone who knows you. It was interesting." Jane ignored the comment, her hazel eyes on the road ahead. She could see from the corner of her eye that Irma's head was turned towards her. She's fucking ogling me yet again, she thought.
Irma was enjoying the view of Jane's perky breasts, so round and perfect, filling her bra so wonderfully. She turned her gaze to those yoga shorts. They must be tight against her minge. Irma wondered whether she and Diane had had sex today. Oh, how I'd like to watch that, she thought. She surprisingly often masturbated to her vision of Jane and Diane together, their limbs and naked bodies entwined. In her dreams she wanted both of them, separately or together. She tried to resist these feelings, but fantasies have deep roots. She was not prepared to give them up. They were just too enjoyable. Her relationship with her aunt had improved ever since Jane had lectured her about her trying to control her aunt's behavior, but Jane, well, her success there had seemed to make Jane resent her. She felt it was not fair.
"At university." Irma paused, waiting for Jane to respond. The silence was painful.
"Ok, Irma, so what? I'm not really very interested." Irma brought out a bluntness in Jane rarely seen. Jane really did not want to talk to her.
"She knows you, and she told me some things about you." Jane slowed the car down, her mind wondering what Irma would say next. She feared the worst. Surely she hadn't met Marie?
"I notice you are not saying anything. Jane did you hear?" Jane wondered why Irma was drawing this out so painfully.
"Yes, of course I did. Just what exactly are you trying to tell me? I don't care what it is, so it's immaterial to me whether you tell me your fascinating piece of information or not. I'm not interested."
"Jane, you're not very friendly sometimes. I don't know why you don't like me."
"I think you know why, Irma."
"Well, I think you will be interested to hear that I met a woman called Lauren Holst. She told me about how she had caught you having sex with another girl, Marie Bradley, in her dorm. So, what do you say to that?"
Jane's mind raced. "Sorry Irma, I don't know either of those people."
Irma quickly responded. "Jane that is not true. We all know that Marie Bradley visits Aunt Diane's neighbors the Spencers quite frequently, and I asked my aunt whether you knew her, and she said yes and that you had gone dancing with her a few weeks ago. So that was a lie."
"Oh her, yes I know her, I'd forgotten."
"Marie is very pretty; you would not forget her. I have not. Lauren pointed her out to me, and I recognized her from all the visits she made to the Spencers. There's another girl, Sue, who shares a dorm room with Marie, she knows what happened. I thought you might be interested to hear this story. Are you?"
Jane felt flushed. She kept her eyes on the road. Oh god, she thought. Why? Why now? What a bitch. She slowed down, traffic was at a standstill. Irma leant over to her. "I'm thinking that maybe we can rethink our arrangement with respect to me and you. Is this good for you?" She said good as if it was the German word gut.
"I don't know what you're suggesting, and anyway it's not true. Marie has a crush on me. Sound familiar? Like you do Irma. Yeah, we went dancing, so what? That's when I found out she likes me. Are you trying to blackmail me or something Irma? Go ahead, I don't care. Nothing happened between us." Jane looked at Irma, her brown eyes radiating dislike. Fucking hell, Irma and Lauren, two butch dykes with chips on their shoulders about her. That's all I need. If I ask Marie, she'll deny the whole thing for me. She seriously doubted that Irma had questioned Sue about it. Sue would think it really weird even if she knew Irma, which she thought unlikely."
"Well, I wonder what my aunt will say if I tell her. Maybe I will speak to her." Irma leant close to Jane. She could smell her slight scent and feel the warmth rising from the hard body.
"Irma, don't. I'm driving. You're distracting me." Irma's hand, surprisingly cool, rested on Jane's bare thigh. The muscles tightened under her touch.
"I'm sure you can drive still. I can probably even kiss you. You're not going to stop the car in this line." Jane felt Irma's lips on the side of her head and on her cheek. She shook her head, her hair flicked into Irma's mouth. Irma sucked Jane's earlobe, feeling the gold stud in her mouth.
"Fuck off Irma, don't. Get off me. I'm not interested, why don't you fucking get it?"
"You have so many girls, Jane, so many get to enjoy you. I want to enjoy you too." Everything Jane dreaded was now happening. Trapped, driving in busy traffic with a weird nymphomaniac lesbian, whose aunt was her very lovely girlfriend. She felt extreme unease, but also anger at Diane for letting this happen to her. The car came to a stop. Irma's fingers were sliding around her thigh. Caressing the smooth skin, investigating the edge of her shorts, feeling their way under the hem. Her hand rested on Jane's mound, pressing and stimulating the vulva underneath, then it was over her stomach. The tips of her fingers pushed under the waistline of her tight shorts. Jane wiggled in her seat. She pushed Irma away and tried to twist her legs to put them out of Irma's reach, but it was not possible, given she was driving. Despite her annoyance, she could feel herself getting wet.
"Irma, oh god, stop, please, you can't just do this to me. I've gotta drive." Jane felt powerless. The traffic ahead moved. She wanted to get out and escape, but there was no way to do so without causing even more of a traffic jam. Their speed picked up. Irma pulled up Jane's bra exposing her breast. Irma started to suck it noisily. Jane gasped, her nipple stiff and hard, Irma's tongue slid around it, wetly caressing the sensitive organ, increasing Jane's arousal. Jane was struggling to keep a hold of the wheel as the blonde head pressed against her chest. She pulled on Irma's ponytail to get her off, but she couldn't get enough traction without losing control of the car. She indicated turning right to get to the hard shoulder, so she could get out of the car. A loud horn warned her there was a car in that lane.
The urgent horn jolted Irma out of her enjoyment of Jane's breast. An accident, even for Jane, was not worth that. She sat back in her seat. Jane slapped her rather ineffectually on the head, her eyes on the road. She flicked her bra up covering her lovely breast with its hard, thrusting nipple wet with Irma's saliva.
"Yeah, why can't you leave me alone? I'm not interested, don't you get it? You'll get us both killed. If you do that again, I'm getting out and you can drive, or you can miss your flight. What's wrong with you? I said no. No means no, or don't they think this in Germany?"
Irma smiled as if she had heard all these protestations before, "Oh Jane you are funny. Of course, we know this saying in Germany. But you don't mean it. You are getting switched on, I think."
Jane answered without thinking and then wished she hadn't. "You mean turned on."
Irma smiled again and Jane looked into her blue eyes. "Me correcting you does not mean I am turned on, you fool."
"Yes, I know. Turn on, switch on or whatever is correct. I know this. Still, I think you are turned on. You act like you don't like it, but then you get all moany and I bet your puss is all wet. When we, um, met last time by the Schwimm, I mean the pool, at Aunt Diane's you experienced a big orgasm, your pussy was so wet and my fist..."
"Shush, shut up. I don't want to hear any more. I never wanted you then, and definitely, totally not, never, now."
Jane shook her head in despair. There is no talking to this girl. She hated being reminded of their earlier sex act. Moany-it's not even a word. But Jane had felt stirrings of arousal, and as Irma said, she was getting wet. She asked herself, not for the first time, what was wrong with her. She didn't fancy Irma at all, how is it that she is able to get me so excited? The sooner she is on the plane the better.
Irma kept looking at her. Irma did not care all that much whether she experienced sexual release herself, she could do that later, her main pleasure would derive from making beautiful Jane come. She remembered so well those hard thighs holding her head as she licked Jane's wet slit by the pool. That had been enough for her, it had been a wonderful fuel to pour on the flames of her later masturbatory fantasies. To climax herself was easy, she didn't need or expect Jane to reciprocate.
Perhaps this was one reason Jane seemed so passive. She felt nothing for Irma, and the fact that she didn't want her was clearly of little concern to Irma, so Jane was free to treat Irma as a kind of living sex toy. Irma could pleasure her but would need nothing in return.
"It's 20 minutes to the airport. I hope it's enough time?" Jane tried to sound normal. The traffic worsened and now they were slowly progressing towards a right exit. Irma unclipped her seat belt and slid her left hand under the waist of Jane's shorts. Jane twisted, as she felt the fingers probing under the tight cotton and Lycra. Irma's right hand was on her right thigh, feeling the hard flesh and then pushing up the inside of the thigh, up under the shorts, to meet her other hand descending from the waist.
"Oh Irma, for fuck's sake, no, stop, you stupid cow." Jane struggled, but she had to keep driving as there was nowhere to pull over and she couldn't stop in the tightly packed traffic. Irma took no notice whatsoever, then her fingers were on Jane's vulva. "Oh god, this is so wrong, ohh, my god why Irma? You are so fucking...fuck, ohh God." Jane tried to think of something else, but she was wet, and she was getting wetter. "Irma, please don't..." Irma's right-hand fingers were caressing Jane's labia, her fingertips sliding inside the wet vaginal opening. Her left hand was on her clitoris, pushing, rotating, and gently manipulating it. Irma was looking at Jane's shorts watching her own hands move underneath the tight material, like a scientist at work on an experiment.
"Oh Jane, you like it yes? I'll make you come very soon, you will scream, I hope. I like to hear you come. Your pussy feels very nice." Jane was struggling to control herself and the car. Her vision was locked on the car in front, matching its speed, all the while she felt her clitoris was on fire, Irma's hands seemed to be everywhere in her sex. Inside her, flicking her labia, pressing her urethral opening, her clitoris a throbbing nub of pleasure. "Oh please, Irma, stop. If I come, I'll crash the car. Oh, this is so wrong. What would your Aunt Dee say?" Jane words had no effect on Irma, in fact they just served to get her even more excited. Irma very much liked thinking of how Diane would react if she made Jane come in front of her.
Jane slammed on the brakes as the car ahead slowed down. Irma slid forward hitting her head on the dash making a loud crack, her hands flying out from Jane's shorts. The car mounted the curb, and Jane fought the steering wheel bringing it back on the road. There was a barrage of honking from behind them.
Irma pulled herself up and clipped on her seat belt. "You ok?" Jane tried not to sound panicked. She touched Irma's arm, to confirm she was not injured. Irma's right eyebrow and eye was bright red from the impact. She smiled wanly at Jane. "Ja, yes, Ok, in ordnung, I'm fine." Jane could tell she was a little shocked. She'd have quite a bruise later.
"You are an idiot, Irma, a fucking fool. You could have got us both killed. You're lucky you aren't seriously concussed. Serves you fucking right. Sit still and no more with me. I've had way too much of you. I knew driving you would be a mistake. You're a psycho. So shut up. We're almost there anyway."
They were silent for the remaining 5 minutes. She pulled up to the curb of the departure terminal for Lufthansa. "You'd better hurry, there looks like a long line for security." Irma sat looking at Jane. "Thank you for driving me, Jane. I am sorry about..."
"Don't ever try that shit with me again. Go, I don't want to see you again."
Irma looked upset. "But Jane, you are so beautiful, I only want to make you happy." The only thing Irma regretted, although her head was very sore from the impact, was not making beautiful, insanely hot Jane come all over her. She could smell Jane on her fingers. But she was disappointed. A few minutes more and Jane would have come, a fantasy in pleasure. It would have been the crowning glory of the last weeks of her summer. She still fantasized about when she made Jane orgasm by the pool. Jane in that bikini and those heels. Whenever she thought about that event she felt almost overcome with lust. If only today had gone better.
"Go, don't talk to me." Jane got out and opened the trunk, and pulled out Irma's two bags and dumped them on the curb. She was desperate to leave. She noticed people looking at her. She knew they would, given what she was wearing. Irma got out. She tried to kiss Jane, but Jane pulled back, avoiding her mouth. Irma grasped her hand. "Jane, I'm so sorry, please forgive me, I..."
"No, I won't forgive you. Goodbye Irma." In the car she saw Irma looking at her legs through the window. Christ that girl is pathetic, she thought. She drove off. In the rear-view mirror she saw Irma finally going into the terminal.
As she drove back, she seethed at how she had been unable to stop Irma. It had been so predictable. Jane had hoped that her threats after she had pounced on her by the pool would make her think twice about trying again but finding out about Marie and her had somehow made her decide to have another attempt. The fucking cheek. Thinking that she had a new way to blackmail her into having sex with her. Irma was really not a very nice woman, and surprisingly ruthless for such a social basket case. Jane looked at her groin. There was a wet patch over her pussy. For a second, she wondered whether Irma had noticed it, but then realized she'd would have felt her pussy oozing when she was touching her down there. She absolutely hated that Irma would know that she was a good way towards climaxing. If she hadn't had to break hard, she probably would have come too. She felt shame, embarrassment, and incomprehension. I fucking hate that girl, but why does she seem to be able to arouse me so easily? What was even worse was that she was still wet and her need for release was strong. Jane was not particularly worried about Irma snitching on her and Marie. She suspected that she could deny it and pass it off as jealousy on Lauren's and Irma's part. She had a hunch that Diane would believe her over Irma in this case. Still, I'm not going to tell her, she thought, I've only narrowly just escaped from disaster over Marie a week or two ago.
As she approached Diane's house, she saw a familiar, sexy figure stretching in running gear outside the Spencer's. It was Jane and Diane's favorite fantasy of hot legs, conical boobs, and lovely blond hair.
She lowered the window. "Hello, Les. How are you? You Ok?"
Leslie replied. "Fine, and you?" Leslie was determined to keep calm. Seeing her workout wear, she wondered whether Jane wanted to run with her. She was not sure whether she wanted her to or not. They had not parted on particularly good terms the last time they met.
"I just thought I'd say hello." Jane so much liked to see Leslie in her running kit. It did nothing to reduce her sexual tension.
"Frank's just inside." Leslie was warning Jane not to try anything. Jane wondered whether Leslie regarded her in the same way she looked at Irma. There was no real comparison, surely? Leslie had wanted her on that infamous night when Frank and Diane were away, and Leslie could not deny it. Still, it was humbling to think she might dislike her, much as she disliked Irma.
"I'm sorry about all my, um, teasing, flirting and everything." Leslie looked as though she was about to say something, but Jane continued, "Anyway, I've made a resolution to stop it. Also, Dee told me to stop. So, I'm now saying sorry, officially, and grovelingly to you. I promise no more from me. Will you forgive me?"
Leslie's face showed a rare smile. "Of course, I forgive you if you really mean it. I am, well, in need of friends, and you and I..."
"Yes, I agree, we can be friends. No sex or anything like that. You know I have plenty of platonic friends. Sorry I was such a pain."
Leslie wondered whether Jane truly had a lot of friends, despite what she said. She knew from experience that many of her own male friends had thought of themselves as potential lovers before she got married. Now she no longer saw them. She ruminated on how the fact of she and Frank being married seemed to make no difference to Jane, she was always trying to seduce her. Jane was the most alluring woman she had ever met, and she was so sexually receptive. Leslie kept thinking that she had used her sexual wiles to intoxicate straight Diane. It had worked and now they lived together in that large house. She had many prurient thoughts about how they must be constantly having all sorts of sex. She had fallen for her too that night. Jane had distorted her thinking and desires. Her tortured thoughts about Jane confused and aroused her. If there were modern day witches, then Jane was one.
Leslie wondered whether she would get any respite from thinking about Jane now she said she was stopping her constant flirtation. Would it help tamp down her confused thoughts? Jane seemed to leave a charmed life. Leslie was skeptical that Jane could change. If she did and Jane's banter ceased, and she no longer showed any sexual interest in her, Leslie feared it might make her even more unhappy. Jane's desire for her did somehow validate her existence.
"I'm sorry about, well, you know, that night."
"All forgotten, Les. It was just the drink, I know."
"I'm about to go for a run." Leslie felt she should be polite and ask. "You can come too if you want."
Jane noticed the lukewarm invitation. She declined with her warmest smile. She hoped Leslie had not seen the wet stain still visible on her shorts.
A few minutes later, back at Diane's house, Jane discovered that Diane had not returned, which surprised her. Irma's attentions were still on her mind, so she decided to take a shower, to wash off any residue of their contact. She was thinking how much she would have liked it to have been Leslie instead of Irma giving it to her in the car. My god I probably would have soaked the whole car with my spray. Her head was still a little sore after her overindulgence of the previous night, so after the shower she got under the sheets, naked, and closed her eyes, trying to forget everything about Irma.
She awoke to hear Diane calling her name. She shouted she was upstairs. She arranged the sheets to help her, hopefully, seduce Diane. She needed to fuck her. Diane in her light blue dress entered the bedroom and gave Jane a big smile. The sheet covered one leg and snaked over her midriff and one shoulder, but it intentionally failed to cover her other leg and one breast. Diane loved the way Jane was able to use her stunning body to drive her wild with desire. Seeing just half Jane's tanned body seemed even more enticing than seeing her completely naked.
"Oh Janie, that is the kind of view I like to see after a long boring session with my advisor."
"Well, that's good. Because I want you to fuck me. I'm desperate for you."
Diane unzipped her dress and flung it on top of the robe on a chair next to the bed. Then her bra joined the dress. Jane started to masturbate. "Dee, I want your boobs in my mouth." Diane stepped out of her panties. Her patch of pubic hair was dark against the enticing folds of her vulva. She got on top of Jane and pressed her body down on her. Jane sighed and pulled her close. She whispered sexily, "Move up." Diane did so, her nipples now suspended above Jane's mouth like ripe fruit. Jane took her left breast in her mouth and soon Diane was feeling her sex tingling and her heart rate increasing. Then Jane had the other nipple in her mouth, her teeth and tongue moving the long, sensitive, red, and swollen tissue. Jane could sense Diane's wetness on her stomach as her thighs held her abdomen. Diane could feel Jane gripping her tight, and Jane's obvious passion for her as she worked on her breasts which now were throbbing with pleasure. When you are on the receiving end of Jane's lust, it is the most powerful aphrodisiac. Diane wanted to taste Jane, to taste the sexual force oozing out of every pore of her hard body. She turned around and Jane grasped her lovely wide hips as her thighs maneuvered over her head, her slit over her face. Jane held onto Diane's thighs and lifted her head, putting out her tongue to lick it. However, Diane's mouth fastened onto Jane's shaved vulva first and her tongue was inside the wet space before Jane's tongue reached hers. Jane let out a sexy moan and was soon sighing in pleasure. Diane's hands were caressing Jane's thighs as she tongued the folds of her minge. Diane moved her knees farther apart, lowering her sex closer to Jane's waiting mouth and soon she was enjoying the sensation of Jane feeding on her.
The feel of Jane's toned naked body under her was delicious. She separated Jane's labial folds with her fingers, and she tongued her clitoris. Jane cried out, "Yes, yes, that's great. More, more!" Jane's fingers were inside Diane's vagina, and the beautiful slit was shiny with her sexual fluid. Jane started to come first, her body tensed underneath Diane, her knees came together as the pleasure exploded within her, and then Diane felt herself losing control. She could taste Jane's sex, her wetness was in her mouth and nose. Then both of them were lost in their own universes of pleasure.
Diane rolled off Jane as her orgasm diminished. "Dee, that was fucking great." Diane turned herself around, so they were no longer in a sixty-nine position. They kissed. Diane padded across the room. Her naked body's contours beautifully revealed by the slanting sunlight pouring in from the large windows. Jane sat up. "Dee, I feel so horny, why don't you..."
Diane knew what she was going to say, and she was two steps ahead of her. Jane was so obviously still on a high peak of sexual desire. Her body was wanting more. Diane opened a closet and said, "I'm getting it, I don't know what's driving you, but you need him." The "him" was a long, fat, strapon. It resembled the one she had used to give Rosario so much pleasure a few weeks ago, but it was considerably longer and wider. Jane watched as Diane stepped into the black Lycra shorts in which it was embedded, its pink prong of plastic thrusting out from her groin, its large fake testicles underneath. The phallus had realistic veins, foreskin, and exposed glans. Diane, her hand around the penis, walked slowly back towards Jane, who was lying back on the pillows her fingers rubbing her sex. "When I had men, I wish one of them had had a dick like this."
"Dee, you don't mean that do you, surely? I hope I'm enough for you?"
Diane grabbed Jane's slim ankles and strongly pulled her down the bed. "No, of course not, you're way more than anyone needs."
Jane opened her legs and Diane positioned the tip of the phallus over Jane's slit. Her fingers opened the labia, and holding the shaft with her hand she pushed forward. Jane's pussy was already wet, and it slid in slowly but easily. Jane moaned and she put her legs around Diane. "Fuck me hard, Dee, as hard as you like." Diane always enjoyed satisfying Jane, and this time it was especially incredible. Jane's cries of delight were particularly loud and fervent, she writhed in rapturous ecstasy as Diane pumped away. Diane wanted to penetrate her more deeply, so she lifted Jane's legs so they rested on her shoulders, her shapely thighs like steel bands against her chest. Down she sank at every thrust, the plastic testicles pounding against Jane's aroused labia and the phallus plunging into the streaming depths of Jane's warm, wet vagina. Jane's muscular calves pressed against the side of her head and Diane was breathing like an athlete. Jane felt like the fat penis would split her in two, and the sensation of pleasure was reaching a peak. Diane enjoyed the way Jane's strong body fought her as she fucked her. It made her work harder, which only made it more pleasurable. She thought of the contrast with sexy Roz, who resisted less when she had been thrusting into her. Thoughts of Roz, and then the realization that Jane and Roz must have fucked like she and Jane were doing now, speeded her own approach to the deep chasm of her climax. She shuddered and squeezed Jane and pressed her face against hers as she orgasmed.
Jane, feeling her lover climaxing, thrust her hips up and let her legs slide off Diane's shoulders. "Oh yeah, God yes, Dee, you fucking monster, come over me! Yes!" Diane's expression was a total turn on. Her eyes were closed, her beautiful face was radiating pleasure, and her mouth was seemingly chewing her upper lip.
Diane recovered quickly, her sexual ardor undimmed by her orgasm. She sensed Jane was on the edge, so she withdrew from her and roughly pulled her on her side. Diane's long, shapely leg slid underneath Jane as she held her taut body and adjusted her position so she could penetrate her, while lying beside and behind her, holding her breasts, her face against Jane's hair. Diane held the penis, feeding it slowly in between Jane's red labia and into her waiting slit. The wetness streaming from Jane's sex was impressive. Jane always loved to be fucked this way, Diane's beautiful face up against hers, her mouth whispering in her ear, her breasts being squeezed hard, Diane's thighs pressing against hers, her groin pushing against her thighs and buttocks. "Come on, Janie, do it, do it!"
Jane gasped and stiffened, and her legs snapped together. Diane pumped again, the long phallus sinking deep within Jane's quivering sex. Diane's long legs squeezed her and then Jane's pussy gave a quick spurt of milky come, and she was climaxing, shaking, and quivering for a satisfyingly long time. Diane relaxed and her penis slipped out, a flow of fluid dribbling out over both their thighs.
"Fuck, fuck, Dee, you were a monster." Jane relaxed and Diane held her tightly, her hand still on her breast, her wet strapon coated with Jane's orgasm sticking out from her groin. Jane laughing asked if she had squirted a big mess. Diane replied, "Who cares?"
"Janie, what have you been taking that made you so insatiable today?" Diane was interested, but certainly not complaining. Jane really was the best possible woman to fuck with a strapon.
Jane replied that it was not making love last night. "I need my weekend fix of Dee pussy."
"Well, that's your fault for drinking too much."
"True. Thanks for making up my loss just now."
"Your loss was my gain."
Jane pushed aside the thought that Irma had started something in her in the car that needed finishing.
Diane asked if Irma got her flight alright and how the drive was. Jane could not let the whole trip pass without a comment.
"I guess so. She was fucking awful. Your niece is a total psychotic weirdo."
"Jane..."
"No, she is, she came on to me in the car. I almost crashed. Promise me you'll never ask me to do anything with her on my own again? Even if you ask nicely, I just won't do it. Sorry, but there it is."
Diane didn't know what to say. "What do you mean by coming on to you? You're not fibbing are you, Janie?"
"Dee, she tried to suck my boob and get into my shorts. No kidding." Jane had no intention of saying exactly what happened. She felt it likely Diane would just never believe her if she told how Irma had almost made her come.
"Well, you are hard to resist."
"It's no joke, seriously. If she could, she would have fucked me." Diane seemed unable to take it in. Jane seemed to be telling her that her niece was a sexual predator. Diane remembered when Sandrine had touched her up in that restaurant all those years ago. She had not really worried about it, and she had climaxed. It was embarrassing but she had not thought that much about it at the time. Nowadays things would be different, I suppose. Jane's story all seemed so incredible though. She wanted to believe Jane, but Diane retained what she thought was a healthy skepticism about some of Jane's claims. She loved her, but only a short time ago she had decided to forget about finding out what, if anything, really happened between Jane and Marie. Not that she was blameless either. The issue was that Jane was a huge temptation seemingly for most people. It was a completely sexist view to imply it was her fault that people wanted her, but Diane herself had been drawn in by the way Jane was. Her smile, that luscious body, her personality, her profound and powerful sexuality. In short, if poor, repressed, little Irma was driven wild by Jane, she could understand.
"Ok, sorry Janie. What do you want me to do about it? She is well past twenty-one, so there's not much I can."
Jane slid on top of Diane. Her hard athletic body was warm, and she smelled of sex. Her nipples were mingling with hers. She kissed Diane slowly and Diane felt the heat of passion rise up within her. My god, if Jane asked me to swim the Atlantic, or jump from an aircraft without a parachute, I'd probably do it right now.
"Dee, has anyone ever told you you are the hottest piece of ass that ever existed? Well, I'm telling you now. I'm also just telling you to watch out for Irma. I don't want to be alone with her ever again. You can read what you will into this. My advice is to look to yourself too, she has more than a niecely, is that a word? interest in you."
Jane's pubis was pushing down on Diane's sex. Diane's hands were on Jane's round buttocks. She felt so turned on she found it difficult to speak. "Ok Janie, understood. Right now, though all I want to do is to fuck you."
"Dee, I love it when you say that."