Jane's Encounters: A day at the Spencer's
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. __________________________________________________________________
Unusually for Jane she woke up early on Sunday morning. At first, she snuggled against Diane who was sleeping silently beside her. Her eyes were closed, and her nostrils were moving very slightly as she breathed. Jane moved her leg over Diane's, wanting her to wake up and respond.
When she stayed in her deep sleep, Jane decided not to forgive her so easily for her betrayal with Leslie yesterday. It still hurt and she found it hard to think rationally about it. She kept thinking about how Diane had given her the third degree about Marie, and then, just like that, she had had sex with her neighbor. To Jane, Diane's confession was just her rubbing it in. Flaunting her triumph. Of course, Jane had spent a good deal of her time either not confessing or lying about her playing around. Csilla, Marie, and even Irma, her infidelities seemingly did not count to her. She had hardly forgotten about her own night with Leslie a few months ago either. She had not said a word about that to Diane either and yet Diane had come right out with her confession. Jane is infuriatingly hypocritical at times.
The other factor bearing down on her was simply that Diane had stolen her intended sexual conquest. Yes, she had fucked Leslie, but Leslie had not given her any satisfaction. However, from what Diane said and the way she acted, Leslie had given her a lot of pleasure. Jane felt she had been short changed. For Jane's competitive nature, sex is some kind of game and she felt Diane and Leslie had thoroughly put her in second place. She wanted Leslie and she wanted her to want her. Was it possible that Leslie liked Diane more than her? These thoughts animated her brain as she lay warm and safe next to sleeping Diane.
She got out of bed and went into the large bathroom. She put on her workout wear and went downstairs to the home gym. She lifted weights for 45 minutes and did intense aerobic exercise for a further fifteen. She stripped off and washed in the shower next to the gym. With a towel around her she went upstairs and found Diane still sleeping like a baby. She had a mind to wake her and give her a piece of her mind, but decided against it as she thought Diane would think her protestations were too theatrical and simply trying to divert attention from her own dirty linen. After further reflection Jane knew it was true. Although Dee had been cheating, she had at least the guts to admit it to her face, Jane was too much of a coward to be as honest. So, after dressing anew, she went downstairs and made some coffee and toast and ate it looking out over the spectacular massed flowering rhododendrons beside the patio.
Diane came down about an hour later. She looked annoyingly fit and happy in a pair of off-white, linen shorts with a high waist, a matching linen, cropped, open-backed bra top, and a linen blouse which she left unbuttoned as a wrap. She looked very summery and sophisticated, her brown skin beautifully contrasted against the white linen. Looking at her as she glided down the stairs, Jane knew exactly why Leslie had wanted her yesterday.
"Hello, Janie. You were tired last night."
"Hi, yes, sorry. There's some coffee in the pot. It might be cold though."
"You're up early for you." Diane was virtually always up before Jane. Sometimes she would have been up for a couple of hours. She would often return to the bedroom, and they would have sex, unless they had sexually exhausted themselves the night before. It was a fifty-fifty choice depending on the weekend.
"Yes, I had something on my mind. I bet you know what it was." Diane thought Jane in her very short, slightly shiny, pale-yellow shorts and simple white tee looked amazing, as usual.
"Well yes, I guess you did." While Diane got herself breakfast and made more coffee, Jane watched her, attempting to make her feel guilty and self-conscious. Diane smiled to herself. She's trying to make me feel bad, but I bet there are many people who wouldn't mind Jane taking this much interest in them while they make breakfast. When Jane notices someone, most get a real kick out of it.
They exchanged a few words while Diane ate, and Jane draped herself sexily on the sofa as usual. Diane wondered why Jane had to lie like that, there was really no need to try and seduce her, she had been seduced months ago.
"We've been invited to the Spencer's for lunch. Apparently, they're having some guests over and they think we can make up a party."
Jane was completely astonished at this bombshell. "What the fuck? Only yesterday you were boffing her and now we are invited to go over and have fucking small talk with them? Sure, I'll go over and punch Les's fucking face, see how she likes that. Christ."
"Janie, do you think I like it? It's really awkward. Frank sent the text about 15 minutes ago. He doesn't know about ... yesterday."
"Well, no way I'm going. I'd kill her. And no way are you going, `cos I'll fucking kill you too, if you go."
"Hmm, that's a lot of killing for a morning's work."
"Oh, fuck off Dee. I'm going out." Jane stood up.
"Janie, of course I won't go either. Frank will be disappointed, but..."
"Fuck him too."
Diane rather enjoyed Jane when she was worked up. Her dispassionate nature found Jane's emotions so interestingly different from her own in this case, although she remembered how different it was when the shoe was on the other foot. She had refused to see Jane for over a week when she was nursing suspicions of her infidelity. Only when Jane pleaded with her and explained what happened did she relent. She remembered the makeup sex. Now that had been something else.
Diane was relieved when Jane went into the garden. She hated to row with her. It was worse this time as it was her own fault. She shook her head. Sometimes it seemed so much easier being single. She did not know whether to go or not. It would be nice to see Leslie again. She had really enjoyed the sex yesterday, and Leslie was such a peach. Seeing her come those times. Wow, yes. Outside she could see Jane walking around the garden. She was sure that Jane would get over her jealous pique with her. God though, that girl, how and why does she make me want her so much?
Jane had been outside only for a minute when the text arrived. "Looking forward to seeing u. It seems so long since our time together. I can't wait! XXX." Jane walked around the garden once and then announced to Diane, who was reading and still drinking coffee, that she had changed her mind, and she'd like to go to Frank and Leslie's after all. A simple message from Marie had completely changed the dynamic of the morning. If Dee can mess about, so can I, she thought.
"Oh, really? That's unexpected. Thanks, I really didn't want to be rude to Frank."
"Quite apart from you now being able to see your new lover."
"Janie, come on that's not fair."
"Oh, so I still mean something to you then? How do I rank in your harem?"
"How about number one? You're being silly. You know this."
Jane did know it. But, fuck, she got to have willing Leslie and she'll still get me. It's not fair.
Diane continued, "So, we'll go over about 12:30, OK? You won't say anything about yesterday to Frank, will you?" Smiling she added, "I won't find Leslie dead in the garden later, killed by my beautiful girlfriend?"
Jane couldn't resist smiling in return. "I think poison is a better way to deal with her. By the time she dies, I'll be well gone."
"Or you could wait much longer when all suspicion will be over. Revenge is best served cold, after all."
"Yes, agreed. Even better. I still like killing her with her stilettos. Painful and artistic."
"Neither of us want her to break up with Frank, do we?" Diane said this but assumed it was inevitable eventually.
"Why not, if that's what she wants? But no, Frank is a good sort. Is he still in love with you Dee?"
"Oh god, shut up about that, you idiot."
"You just don't want to be the reason she finishes with him. Anyway, she'd have to fight me for you."
Diane felt Jane was losing the anger of yesterday, thank God.
"I think you are much more likely to be the reason their marriage may not survive, to be honest." Diane was fairly certain that Leslie was obsessed more with Jane than her.
"Dee, you do talk a load of crap sometimes."
Jane asked innocently who was going to be there. Diane said she did not know. Jane thought it wiser not to tell her that Marie would be there. She had her suspicions that Diane did not fully believe her lies about Marie and her.
At 12:30 Jane presented herself in the hall. The sun had clouded over dropping the temperature by about 10 degrees. Diane in her linen outfit looked stylish and lovely. White, low-heeled sandals. A vision of summer.
Jane had changed yet again. "Janie, you look as though you knew we would be going somewhere like this. How could you? You look perfect."
Jane gave a twirl. She was wearing a black, fake leather pair of shorts, her legs sheathed in black nylons, a black and white print, crew-necked top, and a long gray, open knit cardigan. Her black, heeled ankle boots completed the look. "God, Janie, you look great." Jane was able to look good at short notice, always stylish in her own way and always impossibly sexy at the same time.
"Thanks Dee, glad you like it." Diane moved to kiss her. She pulled back, "Uh-huh, you've been a naughty girl, you can look but not touch, until, and if, I forgive you." Diane laughed. "Ok, babe, whatever you say." Here was the teasing Jane as she was when they first met. She really liked that Jane.
They walked the short distance to the Spencers. They were quiet. They had a lot to think about. Diane was not looking forward to it. Leslie was unpredictable at the best of times. What would she be like today? Had she talked seriously to Frank? Perhaps she had told him about her. The thought made her very anxious. But there again if she had, surely, he would never have invited her today? No, the real issue would be whether Leslie would be hot, cold, or just plain weird towards her. The possibility that she might have a wild outburst seemed quite likely. She wondered why Jane had changed her mind about coming. She looked at her. Jane's face was blank, clearly, she was lost in her own thoughts. Diane admired her trim figure for the millionth time. It was hard being with someone so desirable, since everyone wants her, everyone is some kind of competition. Diane was having to get used to being second fiddle to her. She had wondered many times whether she was offering enough to keep Jane interested in her. Jane turned around and walked backwards looking at her. Diane gave her a big smile. All she could think about was how she wanted to make love to her again. Jane's beautiful oval face looked at her, but she was not smiling back. "You can look all you like, Dee. Just don't expect me to forget." She turned around and they continued on together. Diane wondered how Jane managed to make her feel so bad over something she would have done without giving it a thought. She really is a piece of work. But what a piece she is.
If Jane had said no to going today, she would have felt able to refuse too, but now she had to expose herself to Leslie with Frank and whoever else was at this gathering, quite apart from Jane who seemed ready to rip out Leslie's throat. Life sometimes is just impossible. So much for the quiet weekend.
Jane was not worried about Leslie, although she was certainly going to let Leslie know that she knew all about her and Diane. She was very much looking forward to seeing Marie but feared that her libido would be highly stimulated, but ultimately unsatisfied. Given that she had withdrawn her favors from Diane in her huff, this would mean her weekend, apart from meeting Rika, would end unhappily. She hated falling out with Diane, but how could she give her a free pass after what she did to her?
The door opened and Frank was greeting them surprisingly warmly for a man whose wife had freaked out the day before.
"Welcome ladies, come in, come in. You look ravishing. Always a pleasure." Diane asked Frank how Leslie was doing. "Seems better today. Thank you, Diane, for helping her."
Jane laughed, "Oh is that what you were doing Dee? I heard you were doing more than just helping her. Interesting." Frank smiled, not understanding.
"Ignore her, Frank." Diane swept into the hall. "Lead on Macduff."
Frank brought them into the family room. Frank introduced them to the others. Miriam was his older sister by over ten years, a handsome woman about sixty. Then her husband, Richard Bradley, a small man dwarfed by Diane. He reminded Diane of Larry at work, but at least, unlike Larry he was smiling. "So pleased to meet you at last. Frank and Leslie have told us so much about you. This is my daughter, Marie, I understand you've met."
Diane nodded and said "Hello, Marie." The presence of Marie was not something she welcomed given her recent suspicions about Jane and her. She tried to put these feelings to one side. She wondered whether this was how it would always be with Jane. Mutual jealousies, however petty, gradually poisoning their relationship. Jane's big smile and Marie's equally broad one in return did not help lessen her negative feelings towards Marie. Marie looked genuinely happy to see them both, but all Diane could think about was that picture of Jane and her together outside the nightclub. Their arms draped around each other as they looked into the lens. Both were looking so beautiful. Diane was certain that Jane liked her. She knew the way Jane was by now. The horrible thought occurred to her that Jane knew that Marie would be here, accounting for her otherwise bizarre change of mind. Diane saw the pleasure in Jane's face as she looked at Marie. Jane passed her fingers nervously through her hair. Her hair was getting longer, a slight wave in the brunette bob now apparent. Jane's stocking clad legs were enticingly perfect as she kissed Marie on the cheek in greeting. Marie puckered her mouth as she grazed Jane's with her lips in reply. Her hand brushed against Jane's leather shorts as she did so. Diane wondered whether it was intentional. She gave Marie a cold, distant look. She'd better not try anything with Jane. In reality she thought it more likely that Jane would try something with Marie. She hated that she was so suspicious of Jane, but she could not help her feelings.
Marie looked at Diane, her pretty face animated with pleasure, "It's so lovely to see you both again. I love your garden, Diane. I guess it's all in flower? It must be beautiful."
"Thank you. Yes, it's lovely this time of year."
Jane interjected, "She could come and see it sometime, yes?"
Diane gave her a look. Not if I can help it, she thought. "Yes, I suppose she could. Excuse me I just want say hello to Leslie." It was obvious she did not want to talk to Marie. Marie noticed. She whispered, "Does she know?"
Jane replied "No, but she may suspect I was lying about us."
"I'm sorry, Janie, I really hope she doesn't know. She is looking very glamorous though, isn't she?" Marie had strong feelings of admiration for Diane. So tall and beautiful and with a brain too. "She is amazing, as you are always saying."
Marie looked ridiculously cute and sexy in her short, black-and-white, Dalmatian-spotted slip with knotted shoulder straps, and block-heeled, light-brown sandals. She still had the stripes in her hair, otherwise no goth today, more like Daddy's girl. Jane knew better. Daddy would not be pleased to learn what they had done to each other.
"I'm a bit out of sorts with Dee today, we've had an...disagreement, but yeah she's all that."
Marie had noticed how much Jane praised Diane, even when Marie was with her, or even when they were making love. Jane is such a mystery.
"I think Uncle Frank and Aunt Leslie had a row. My mom says Leslie and he had a shouting match yesterday. He's really cut up about it."
"Your aunt seems to have a complex relationship with your uncle, but let's not talk about them; how are you? You look very well I must say."
Marie had felt a pulse of adrenaline when she saw Jane arrive. Half of her wanted to keep their interactions completely cool and a little distant, the other half, however, saw her as the fantasy mélange of beauty and utter sex that she had experienced and loved. That voice, body, and those light brown eyes looking at her made being with her seem so completely natural and inevitable. Marie quickly kissed her again. It was so quick no one in the room noticed. Jane smiled, and her tongue licked her lips. "That was nice Em. I can't kiss you back now. Let's hope later."
"I was going to be all nonchalant with you, but Janie, you look so hot. Your legs, my god. You always make me want you. I don't think you realize the effect you have on me."
Marie's father was walking towards them. Jane touched Marie on the shoulder. "Save it all for later, Em."
"Ah, Jane, you're chatting with Marie. Isn't she beautiful? Sorry, I'm the gushing parent, ignore that. There's not much worse than having to listen to parents going on about their kids."
"No, it's quite OK, I agree with you. She is beautiful." At that Richard launched into a long account of all the wonderful things his children had done and accomplished to date. Marie looked periodically at Jane and smiled at her, while Jane looked suitably impressed with what Richard was saying and interjecting with questions and nodding in agreement at times. Marie, embarrassed, sidled off and Jane eventually, after hearing what seemed like absolutely everything about Richard's life, was able to tear herself away and get something to eat.
Diane was holding court outside, eating lunch with Miriam, Richard, and Frank, engaged in a deep discussion, putting the world to rights. Jane thought Diane was dazzling, she had removed her linen blouse. A vision of toned brown limbs and white linen, her breasts large and shapely under the matching bra top. That Hollywood face. God, she looks good, she thought. She wondered where Marie had gone.
"Hello Jane." Leslie's voice pulled her out of her reverie. "I love your outfit."
"Well thank you, Les. I'm surprised you haven't been putting the moves on my girlfriend."
Leslie was wearing the glamorous gray dress that she had worn when Jane came to see her that infamous evening that ultimately resulted in her spending the night with her, only to be thrown out in the morning. Jane also recognized the same pair of red stiletto sandals. Sexy fucking bitch, she thought. Did she put them on to taunt me?
"Sorry, I don't know what you mean." Jane gripped her bare arm, and roughly frog marched her into the empty kitchen. Leslie skidded on the tile floor, her heels slipping as Jane pulled her roughly. "Jane you're hurting my arm."
"Yeah? Tough. Look Les, if you touch Dee again, I'll fucking kill you. Got that?"
"Oh, she told you? Jane don't be like that. Can't we be friends? I don't want you to hate me."
Jane lowered her voice. "Friends don't fuck friend's girlfriends, you fucking bitch."
"Well, you fucked me when you were with Diane, so what exactly is the difference? I guess, what's fine for you, is not alright for Diane and me?"
Jane knew the weakness of her argument. Leslie felt disappointment and sadness at Jane's anger. She looked so luscious in her leather shorts. That body.
"No Les, no. Seriously, I'll break your arm or worse if you try anything with her again."
"I'm not scared of you Jane. You're a hypocrite and you have no right to lecture me, or anyone else about sex." Jane wanted to hit her. "Or anything for that matter."
"Shut up. Don't touch Dee again. That's all."
Jane was so much more upset than she had imagined she would be. She's fucking arguing with me. Somehow, she had not expected that.
Leslie said, "It takes two to tango you know. You've got a nerve telling me what to do. You should look to yourself, Jane. If you want to leave, why don't you just fuck off? I don't know why you came."
Jane returned to the family room and stepped out into the garden. Diane noticed she was in distress. She came over. She guessed there might have been some fireworks between Jane and Leslie. "What happened? Were you arguing with Leslie?"
"Yes. I was just warning her to keep away from you. I lost my temper. I probably shouldn't be here." Diane revised her thinking about why Jane had wanted to come. Perhaps she just had to give Leslie a piece of her mind. That would be very much her style. Diane was flattered that Jane had taken her infidelity so seriously.
"I'm so sorry about me and Les."
"Not as fucking sorry as I am. She was so unrepentant. Are you going to dump me, Dee?
"You want to go home?"
"Not really. I don't want to give Les the satisfaction."
"That's my girl. You really should have a chat with the others. I think they'd like to talk to you."
"Do they know about us? You and me?" Jane wondered whether there would be an "us" for much longer. It terrified her. "I don't really want to talk to anyone."
"About us being a pair of dykes? I don't think so."
As they walked back Diane added, "I bet you'd be happy to talk to Marie." She regretted saying it immediately afterwards, but she was annoyed that Jane had made a scene with Leslie. Why didn't she just let it lie for a while? Why did she have to get at Leslie? Now Leslie knew that she had gone back on her word to not say anything about yesterday.
"Don't you fucking dare Dee, after all you've done. I know you don't like Marie, but I fucking do. Don't tell me what to do." Jane gave Diane a look of dislike, something she had never done before.
Diane was taken aback, "Fine. Do what you want. You always do anyway."
"Look who's talking. I'm off to the bathroom, so you can go back to your girlfriend and leave me be." Jane stamped off. She felt awful. Why did Dee say that? Why does she dislike Marie so much? In the bathroom she felt her eyes watering and she sat on the toilet seat, head in her hands. Jane felt she had the moral high ground, but Diane seemed not to show any real regret and was not acknowledging there was any difference between them. Just like fucking Leslie. Diane was treating her feelings as if they were unimportant. She felt, erroneously of course, that, as Diane did not know but only suspected, infidelity on her part with Marie, she was in a stronger moral position. Clearly Diane was not of the same mind. The fact that Diane was correct just seemed to make it worse. She washed her hands and face and cleaned up the smudges of mascara under her eyes.
Diane was sitting with the others outside. She looked at Jane when she came out, but Jane could tell she was upset with her. Diane at that moment found Jane impossible to manage, she kept thinking that Jane is way too used to getting her own way sexually. At least Les is not sorry about our wonderful session. She was glad about that.
Diane and Jane tried to pretend all was fine and they tentatively joined in the conversation with the others. Marie reappeared, sitting next to her dad. Her blue eyes spent most of their time looking at Jane and Diane, only occasionally saying something. Leslie sat next to Frank, who at one point put his arm around her shoulders, but she shrugged and held his hand instead. They were trying to make up after their argument. Jane thought of Rika's comments about Diane and Leslie. It was indeed hard to believe such stunning women could, simply by chance, end up living next to each other as neighbors. She imagined them together yesterday. Jane's jealousy welled up yet again.
Now they were talking about work. Marie's dad was a professor of psychology, and Miriam had been an actuary, but had recently retired. Leslie told some stories about the real estate business and said she wanted to go back to it. Both Diane and Jane casually mentioned they worked together in the same office, but neither of them confirmed or hinted at what Marie's parents were wondering about, namely the nature of their relationship. Frank amused them all by recounting some stories about various foreign misadventures experienced by him when traveling.
Later Marie helped Leslie with the dishes. Marie asked, innocently enough, how well she knew Diane. It was something to talk about after all. Leslie explained about meeting her when they bought the house, and she mentioned Erwin's death and how their kids now lived in Germany.
Marie commented that Diane was very good looking. For some reason Leslie took this as a kind of probing question relating to the events of yesterday, even though Marie knew nothing about it. "Yes, I suppose she is." Marie could tell that Leslie had become a bit defensive. Marie was intrigued and asked, "What do you think about Jane? She's more your age. She could be your friend. Sometimes you seem a bit lonely when Uncle Frank is away. He does travel a lot." Marie found talking to Leslie difficult. "She's very nice. I like her."
"What makes you think she's not my friend already? Anyway, as it happens, my advice is to watch out for her. She's not really all that likable you know."
"Oh, I don't know, she's nice to me. Now, she is really pretty, don't you think?"
"Oh, Marie you're so young. Please don't get too interested in her. I think she is a bit dangerous."
"Really? How exciting!"
Leslie shook her head to show her disapproval. "Well don't tell me I never warned you."
"Oh, I won't. I won't really be seeing her much anyway. I just think you and she should be friends."
Leslie wanted it too but was not going to admit it. Jane clearly now hated her.
Leslie almost bumped into Diane as she came out of the kitchen. "Oh, hi Dee, come in here." Her stilettos clicked on the hardwood floor. The sitting room was empty, and she closed the door. She kissed Diane on the mouth and held her close, her hands caressing her linen covered backside and feeling under her shorts. Diane returned the kiss, their breasts pressed together.
"Les, I don't think we should do this. I told Jane about us."
"Fuck Jane. Why did you do that? I thought we agreed not to say anything." Leslie's hands were all over Diane's bare back, her fingers running under the straps of her bra top. "Are you going to tell Frank next?"
"No, of course not! Sorry Les, I just couldn't lie to Jane, not sure why. She's so savvy about sex and all that, so when she looked at me, you know, in that way of hers, it just came out."
"Dee, I don't get it, but I guess what's done is done, perhaps it's for the best in the end." Leslie was kissing Diane on the mouth. Diane returned the kisses passionately. Then she pulled her mouth away. "No seriously, Les, stop. I can't do this now. Jane's here. She might find us."
"It's always Jane, why do we have to care about Jane? I want you. Jane's out of the picture, anyway, isn't she?"
"But Les, Jane and I are still together. Just like you and Frank are together. You don't want him to discover us, do you?" Leslie's thigh slid up in between Diane's legs and pressed against her groin. Diane felt the bare thigh with her hand. "Oh god, Les, stop, I can't do this." Right now, Diane wanted nothing less than to rip off Leslie's, tight, sexy dress and...
"What are you saying, you can't be serious? Jane just sucks all this up? You and me? Come on Dee, it's obviously not true. She was mighty pissed with me earlier. I told her where to go. Who does she think she is? You fucked me Dee, she has to live with it. Anyway, I bet Jane's always screwing around, you can have fun too." There was a weird desperation in her voice. She was not going to tell Diane that Jane had already made love to her once. She hoped one day to use it with Jane to give her leverage over her.
"Well, you may be right, although I don't think you are. But I can't lose her, and you cannot do it to Frank. Jane is not talking to me already, if we continue, God knows what she'll do. You also need to tell Frank your true feelings. I couldn't bear him to catch us now or anytime. Frank is my friend. He's your husband for God's sake. I'm prepared to lose his friendship if you decide to tell him about us, but to find us, like we are now, well, it might kill him." Leslie was still kissing Diane and she had forced Diane's backside against a side table. Diane enjoyed it. She could feel the curve of Leslie's ass under her fingers. Diane wondered whether Les would try to go down on her, like Roz had done in the office that time. What would I do then? "Oh god, Les, stop, please don't." She extricated herself.
"You know Dee, Jane threatened me because of what we did. She was nasty. Why do we all fucking run about trying to keep her happy? You, me, Frank, even my niece seems to admire her, and she doesn't even know her. I can tell his sister thinks she's wonderful too. We could all just ignore her and tell her to fuck off, couldn't we?"
"We could, but I love her so why, truly, would I want to do that? Come on Les, you really like her too."
"Yeah, and you get to sleep with her."
"Come on, pull yourself together, neither Jane nor I are worth all this. You have to decide whether you can continue to live like you are or change it." She wondered if she could have told Erwin she was interested in women. What would he have done? Thank God I never felt I had to.
Diane using the word love had upset Leslie. So, she loves Jane and feels nothing for me? Somehow, she expected Diane to say it was she that she loved now. How stupid I am, she thought. She felt betrayed.
"I want you so much, Dee. You and Jane, you just fuck with my mind." Diane wanted to get away. Leslie was becoming all maudlin and sorry for herself.
The door opened and Frank said, in no way surprised to see them both. "Oh, there you are, we wondered where you had vanished to. We're making cocktails, come on."
"Les, you know that what we did was a one-time thing don't you? I'm not into two-timing Janie, and you shouldn't be two-timing Frank. I'm really not that kind of girl." Roz for one would disagree with Diane.
"That's total BS, because you already two-timed your so-called soul mate and love fuck." Leslie couldn't believe after the sex they had yesterday, Diane wanted out. "Well fuck you too then, you just used me. Just like Jane. You two are just," she paused trying to find the right word.
"Unscrupulous? I don't think I am. You were wonderful yesterday. I'll never forget it." Diane suddenly felt how ridiculous it all was. Leslie was probably over 10 years younger than her, and younger than Jane. Leslie's face showed a mixture of anger and disappointment. Diane thought the chance of her ever experiencing her beautiful body again was vanishingly small. Looking at it from Leslie's point of view, she understood how she felt. I'm a rat, she said to herself. Leslie offered her beautiful self to her, and she took it easily. Now she was not following through. Frank must never find out. She hated what he would think of her if he ever did. "I'll never tell Frank, Les, you know that I hope?"
"That doesn't make me feel any better Diane. I feel used by both of you."
"Les, don't. You are wonderful. I want to stay your friend, and Jane will forget she hates you. You know what she's like. It's her nature. Passionate. You just have to decide what you want, and you have to tell Frank. If you like women, then he has to know. There's counseling and all that stuff. I'll be right there for you. You can call me any time. I can't answer for Jane. But she has a good heart, infuriating at times. She'll come round I know."
They held each other, Leslie's blonde hair was against Diane's mouth, smelling of shampoo and hairspray. Diane wanted to make her climax so much it hurt. Only the thought of Jane stopped her from ruining everything further. All Leslie could think about was how being her friend was a pathetic consolation prize. She wanted more than mere friendship. She felt she was drifting into the unknown.
Suddenly Marie's pretty head looked around the door. "Hey, you two, you're wanted outside." Marie noticed Leslie's arms around Diane's waist. It was strangely arousing to her. She had always been fascinated by Diane. When Jane talked about the way she felt about Diane, although she was not as far gone as her in her admiration of her, she did understand exactly what she meant. Jane's openness about her relationship with Diane had made Marie feel it was alright to have her own not so innocent thoughts about her too.
Leslie and Diane walked out. Diane caught her hand. "You OK, Les? I hope I didn't upset you too much. I just want to be honest with you. Don't be a stranger to either of us. I know Jane wouldn't want it, whatever she said today."
"Well, I guess I'm going to have to be satisfied, aren't I? I wanted you so much, and this is how you treat me? I thought you were better than this. I was a fucking fool to think that..." Her face contorted in anguish. "You know, once upon a time I used to be able get anyone I wanted. You two are really not so special, even if you and Jane think you are in your lesbian fantasies. I could probably go out to any bar and find another lover easily. Yeah, male or female, so screw you. I wish I'd never wasted my time doing it with you yesterday."
She squared her shoulders and stepped out into the garden, her heels sinking into the grass. Diane watched her. She thought that it was inevitable they would fall out. With Leslie it was like a roller coaster. Fucking one day, enemies the next. Diane knew she was partly to blame, but seriously, did Leslie expect more at this stage?
While Diane and Leslie had been emoting in the living room. Frank was deep in conversation with his sister and brother-in-law. Jane was lying on a towel on the grass, her sunglasses on, her hands behind her head, her knees sticking up. Marie was sitting beside her chatting. She was saying how she had not seen Steve for the remaining weeks of the semester, ever since they had split up. Jane professed to care, but she couldn't get herself too worked up about Steve whom she had met only that one fleeting time. Jane asked whether she had seen Lauren.
"Yeah, in the distance, not to speak to. She still hates me."
"What a loser. If I was her, I'd try to get back in your good books."
"Yeah, if it was you, I'd be desperate to get back with you. I hated not seeing you for all the weeks we've been apart."
"Em, you're so sweet. Know anywhere private where we can go now?"
"Jane, you're shameless, and to think your girlfriend is just inside with Aunt Leslie."
Diane and Leslie had already upset Jane and although their being inside together might have induced more bouts of jealousy, she was so annoyed with them that she was diverting her emotions by thinking how she and Marie could get intimate. That'll fucking show Dee, she thought.
"Me? Look who's talking. You have a dirty mind. All I was thinking was if there was somewhere where you could explain to me the structure of DNA, in private. Really what type of girl do you think I am?" Jane said this so casually, Marie laughed out loud.
Marie thought, short of going inside into a small closet or one of the bathrooms, it was too risky to stay at the house. She imagined her father catching them. That would be so embarrassing. "There's a park not too far off."
"If you mean the city park with the ducks and fountains, well I was there yesterday. We'd need a car. I don't think either of us want to ask Diane or your family to borrow one to get there do we?"
"Definitely not. Anyway, I think it is illegal for us to do what we want to in that park."
"No idea what you're talking about Em, but I think we agree that it's a non-starter." Marie wished they could kiss. Jane had to admit this was disappointing. She was concerned that Diane would reappear soon, after which any ideas of sexual pleasure with Marie would have to be shelved. Much as she was currently upset with Diane, she knew she did not want to lose her. God no. Not in a million years. On the other hand, another part of her thought, screw that. I can do what I want.
Marie moved closer to Jane, and she looked down fondly at her face. Jane had removed her cardigan. The curve of her breasts thrilled Marie as she looked at Jane's striking features. Jane sat up, her arms around her stockinged knees. Marie's finger ran down Jane's nylon covered shin. "There must be somewhere."
"Don't look at me, I wouldn't know, I've only been coming here for 6 months."
"I don't come here much either Janie you know. I'm no expert."
"Why don't we just go for a walk? Maybe something will develop." The way Jane said it made it sound enticing. Marie didn't care where they could go, as long as she got the chance to be close to Jane. She always had that vision of naked Jane orgiastically spraying all over the bathroom and her that morning. She would never, ever, forget that.
"Ok, I guess."
Jane stood up. "Get up Em, we might as well go now before I have to explain anything to Dee." Marie watched Jane have a few words with Frank and her parents, bending down to speak to them, her ass sticking out, her hamstrings taut under her dark nylons. Oh my god, she thought, I want her so much. Jane straightened up and flashed a smile at them and walked back to Marie.
The two men's eyes followed Jane's legs as she walked back. Richard said quietly to Frank, "Seeing that makes me wish I was 30 years younger."
"If you were, Rich, you wouldn't have a chance because I would have been there ahead of you." They exchanged knowing smiles.
Richard said, "I'm so glad I don't have to see her every day, my poor heart couldn't take the strain."
Miriam heard what he said. "You two are pathetic. I had a body like that once." The men said nothing. They knew it was an untruth. "That shut you up. I was just kidding you know." The men laughed. Frank tried to feel bad fantasizing about Jane when his beautiful, young wife was just inside, but their argument had left him bitter. He consoled himself with the knowledge that Jane would never be interested in him anyway given her sexual orientation. At least that was a problem he did not have to worry about with Leslie.
Jane and Marie left the house and walked a few blocks chatting quite happily. Marie wished that she and her aunt got on as well as she got on with Jane. Jane was such fun and so easy to talk to. Their intense mutual attraction helped of course, but even so her rather stilted relationship with Leslie was a stark contrast. Marie asked about Diane and whether Diane was jealous. "Yes, she is, I don't think she believed me about our nightclub visit, and that kiss, but she doesn't know for a fact."
"Sorry I kissed you like that before I got on the bus, but you know that was one of the best nights of my life. I didn't mean it to be so, well you know."
"Sexual? It wasn't very really, but Judy hates me. She'd make up anything to get at me."
"She must be a crusty old crone. No one could hate you. Are you constantly fighting off admirers in the office?" Jane opened her heart to Marie and told her all about her colleagues, Phil's profession of love for her, John, and Pete, she even mentioned her jealous questioning of Jody. She told her about Roz.
"Janie, do you have a thing for older women, you know like Diane and Roz?"
"Not at all. I like you, don't I? I like who I like."
"Well, if Roz is anything like Diane, I guess I can understand the attraction."
They were walking up to a T-junction. There was a mass of trees and a large electrical transformer by the road. Marie said she didn't think this was anyone's land, or rather it was owned by the town. "We could have a look, perhaps?" Jane followed Marie's trim form, stepping over the brambles and slipping past the dense mass of weedy shrubs into the relative cool and darkness under the foliage. Marie suddenly felt Jane's arms around her and then they were kissing. Jane pushed Marie against the trunk of a large tree, their mouths probing and sucking. Marie extended her tongue and Jane's entwined it, pushing deep into her throat.
"Oh Janie, Janie, yes." Jane's body was hard, her fit flesh pushing against her. The firm softness of her breasts squashing and rubbing against Marie's. Marie felt Jane's fingers under her slip. She lifted her leg and hooked it around Jane's waist. Jane lifted Marie up and pushed her hard against the tree, the bark was slightly painful against her back, but it was as nothing to the explosion of pleasure she experienced since Jane's fingers were on her sex, rotating and pushing down on her clitoris. Their mouths were locked together, all Marie could see were Jane's hazel eyes looking deep into hers, full of passion, wanting her, pleasuring her. Her arms were around Jane's neck. She felt a finger enter her pussy, and a thumb was tormenting her clit. "Oh fuck, Janie, oh my god." Jane put her arm around Marie's waist and pulled her closer, her fingers driving the young girl panting and moaning towards orgasm.
"Em, are you ready?"
Marie could hardly speak. She felt so wet and her whole body was yearning for both more of the intense pleasure, and yet also for it all to be gloriously resolved and released. "Yes, make me...ohh" before she could complete her request she was coming. She closed her eyes as the pulses of the climax passed shudderingly and explosively through her young body. Jane felt like a soft but iron band around her, holding her tight, so tight, as she moaned and twitched in ecstasy. Eventually Jane let go of her and Marie was so overcome she sat down on the leaf-covered ground. They watched a car pull up to the junction through the trees and then turn right and vanish. Marie's panties were scrunched up and her right thigh was shiny with her wetness. She looked up as Jane stood over her. Up those beautiful, muscular legs in their deep, dark nylons, up her thighs as they disappeared under those sexy black leather shorts, over her chest gently rising and falling with the exertion of making love to her, to that amazing face, her choker crooked and rotated around her neck.
"Janie, how have I survived without that for all this time since we last met up?"
Jane put her heeled and booted feet over Marie's legs and Marie ran her hands up over her calves and knees. Kneeling, she put her face against Jane's stomach, as she unbuttoned the leather shorts. Her tongue explored Jane's belly button. Jane moved her legs and Marie pulled the shorts down. Jane stepped out of one leg, the shorts remaining around her other ankle. Trim black panties, the crotchless tights framing the mound of her sex, the ridges of her labia showing through the cotton.
"Oh Janie, you are fucking gorgeous, so amazing." Jane wanted to tell her to hurry and stop admiring the view, but she felt it would kill the mood. Nevertheless, she was a bit anxious some nosy person would see them in the trees and come and investigate. Marie's hands fondling her ass and legs and then her tongue gently caressing her sex dispelled these thoughts. Marie excelled herself in her patient attention to giving Jane maximum pleasure. She took it surprisingly slowly, but soon Jane was on a razor's edge.
She then put her mouth against Jane's now streaming slit, taking as much as she could into her mouth at once. Jane's stockinged thighs were rock-hard against her face as Jane lent back against another tree, Marie holding on to her legs. "Em, for fuck's sake finish it. I can't wait another fucking second." Marie kept Jane on the peak for as long as she could, pulling away whenever she felt Jane's leg muscles contract as she approached orgasm.
"Jeez, Em, do it, do it, you fucking torturer!" Marie smiled, looking up at the athletic female form ready to fall into the pit of pleasure. Her tongue tantalized the red, wet clit and her fingers slipped into the warm slit. Jane let out a low moan, and she collapsed on top of Marie, climaxing and incapable of voluntary movement. She was lost to the world for what seemed an age, lying across Marie, her arm and shoulder on her face and neck. Marie always loved the smell of Jane, whatever soap or shampoo or scent she wore, it always made her feel good. As Jane lay there in her private ecstatic nirvana, Marie kissed her and felt once again that she was very probably in love with her. She wished she weren't, but oh my god, she does things to me no one else does.
"We'd better get back, everyone will wonder where we went."
"Shush, Janie, someone's coming." Two pedestrians stood by the transformer talking. They were not looking into the woods, but the two women lay flat. They both giggled.
"I feel like I'm ten years old again, hiding from the principal." Jane squeezed Marie's hand as she lay, her shorts and panties still hooked around her boot. After what seemed like an eternity the two pedestrians moved off. They stood up and each of them inspected each other. Jane brushed off Marie's slip, there were some faint dirt stains on her backside. She brushed it again, her hands cupping Marie's round buttocks.
"Janie don't do that. Do you want me to come again?"
"Do you really want me to answer that?" Jane knelt down and dispersed with the palm of her hand the drops of Marie's creamy wetness that persisted in running down her bare thigh. Marie brushed Jane's legs and straightened her choker, then made her back free of leaves and pine needles. There was a ladder in her stocking around the knee. Marie kissed her to show she was ready for the return. Jane kissed her back.
"You look totally great now, Janie, as usual."
"And you are ready to be gobbled up. Will your parents suspect you will have been fucking me?"
"Are you kidding? Of course not. They respect me and think I'm a nice girl. I was until I met you by the way." They headed back to the house.
"Well, so you say, but I like to think I just brought out something that was already there, but just needed to be brought out."
"Ah so you think it was latent and you made it manifest? Maybe. I don't know Jane, but you seem to be uniquely capable of doing this to people."
"You sound like Dee, that's the kind of way she would say this."
"I wish she wasn't jealous, I like her and, I could use a mentor. But I don't think that'll happen while I'm fucking you."
Jane shook her head. Jane would be history to Diane if she found out what they had been doing. She wondered why she was so stupid to risk it all for a bit of sex in a piece of nondescript woodland with a young girl barely out of adolescence.
Back at the house, they returned to find Diane laughing loudly with the Bradleys and Frank. Leslie was at the drinks table and shot an evil glance at Jane. She whispered to Marie. "Your aunt hates me. She looks really good today though."
"God Jane, why? Don't tell me you like my aunt too?" Marie thought, what the hell? Diane, me, and that woman at work, Roz. Are there others? Perhaps this is what Aunt Leslie meant about her being dangerous. Why does Leslie hate Jane?
"Glad to see you two, where'd you go?" Richard looked pleased to see them back.
Marie replied casually, "Oh nowhere significant, just around."
Diane looked at Marie, her green eyes making her feel she was being interrogated.
"You must have gone somewhere, even you and Jane cannot control space time."
Typical fucking Dee thought Jane. "We just went for a walk, that's all Dee. If you really must know we went and sat by a beautiful electrical structure about 6 blocks way. Then we came home. Utterly fascinating."
Marie added, "It was a transformer, actually."
Richard said, "You know many people think the electromagnetic waves from transformers will give you cancer."
"And overhead power lines," added Frank trying to be helpful.
"Oh, don't worry, Rich, I'm wearing lead underwear." Jane's reply made them chuckle.
"Lead won't protect you against EM waves, that's for radiation," Diane added.
"Thanks for the lesson, Dee. Can we get a drink now?" Diane wished she hadn't said anything. The rest of them were eating out of Jane's hand. She hated her jealousy. Jane looked so hot it pained her to see it affecting Marie, even though they can't have done anything surely. She remembered, however, that she and Jane had had a quickie once, hidden by someone's wall, when on a run. She wished Marie would leave Jane alone. Her dark Celtic looks were annoyingly attractive.
For the next hour and a half, they sat around talking and drinking, Richard got a little drunk, with Miriam decidedly very happy too by the time they went home. The Bradleys left feeling that Diane and Jane were simply perfect neighbors. Frank, a little drunk, confessed to Miriam that he found both Diane and Jane a refreshing change after the difficulties he was having with Leslie. "Hang in there," she said, "Leslie's just going through a bad patch. She needs a job, get her out of the house. You should never have suggested she stop working."
"Agreed. I hope she can still get a job. She's gone a bit weird."
"She is a lot younger than you. Diane would have been more your style."
"For god's sake don't say that around Les, she's paranoid about Diane and me already. We're friends that's all."
"She and her friend are very good looking. Are they by any chance a couple?"
"Miriam, I guess you had to ask. Yes, they are."
"Well, they are a very handsome pair. In my day lesbians didn't seem to look like that."
They all left together about 8:00 PM. Marie made her best effort to be cool and seemingly unconcerned about leaving. Quietly she told Jane they were going to the coast on vacation for a month, and she wouldn't be able to see her unless she came to the city expressly to be with her. "I'll really miss you, Janie. I'll self-abuse myself most nights thinking about you."
"Don't say that."
"I wish you could come. Why don't you? With Diane of course?" Jane's mind raced with the possibilities, but also the difficulties. "I don't get much vacay, you know Em. Still, a lovely thought." She knew exactly what Dee would say.
Diane and Jane walked back. There was the same old tension between them. Jane because of Leslie, and Diane because of Marie. Back at the house, Diane said she wanted a swim. She never got her swim on Saturday, mainly because she spent the day being an agony aunt and fuck partner to Leslie. Jane was hurt she didn't ask her to join her in the pool. Was it deliberate, she wondered. She walked anxiously about the patio for about five minutes while Diane swam. "Fuck it" she said, and she stripped off and ran and leapt naked into the pool right next to Diane. Diane petulantly told her to watch what she was doing. Jane ignored her and swam right up to her and stood up in front of her in the shallow end. Water was running off her round breasts and dripping off her long, stiff nipples. Her aureoles were dark in the fading evening light. Her hair was flat against her head, a curl hanging over her forehead.
"Stop right there Dee, don't you fucking ignore me." Diane stood up. "Janie, I'm tired, I just want to swim." Diane's bikini top was straining against her large breasts. Jane pulled herself out of the water, her backside sitting on the coping, her legs in the water. Her body glistened with drops of water, its toned physique, her defined abdomen, the shapely thighs, the boyish hips were shining in the dim light. Diane looked at her and felt her lust erupt from underneath her annoyance at Marie. Jane's sex was pale and cooled by the pool water. Jane fingered herself and lifted her feet out of the water presenting her profile to Diane. Her breasts pointed upwards, her head back, her lips open, those amazing legs slightly apart with her hand hidden behind her thigh as she masturbated. She moaned erotically. "Dee why don't you finish me, or have you gone off me? I want you to suck me dry."
"Jane, for god's sake, you don't need to do this." Diane knew when Jane did something, anything like this, resistance was completely impossible. Pointless, futile, fruitless, worthless. Diane swam forward in the water and held Jane's ankles. Jane opened her legs and Diane came right up to the coping in between her thighs. Jane's manicured nails were slowly rotating on the top of her sex. One finger was inside her.
"Well, I clearly do, you've been closeted with your girlfriend all day, never really looking at me once. So, I wanted to remind you who and what I am. You're not going to let me make myself come, are you?"
Diane put her arms around Jane's slim waist and Jane let herself be pulled into the water.
"You beautiful idiot, I've spent all day looking at you, you were just wrapped up with jealousy and Marie Bradley. Of course I'm not going to let you bring yourself off. That's my job and no one else's." She inserted two fingers into Jane and started to suck her nipples. Jane's hand was under Diane's bikini, her nails drawing across her labia and flicking her clit.
"Come on Dee, I want you to fill this pool with your come.
"I bet you come first, Janie."
"No way, I can feel you're ready. Oh god!" Jane climaxed. The sensation of Diane's large breasts in her mouth and Diane's fingers inside her was just too much. All weekend she had wanted her but had had to wait. No longer. Jane thrashed about and she felt like she was squirting and peeing in the pool.
"Yeah, Janie that's good, I can feel your come." Diane wanted to believe the warm current over her fingers she thought she felt was Jane's ejaculate. Jane hustled Diane out of the pool and as she lay on her back on the hard paving, she briskly finger fucked her, stopping only to maintain her in a state of extreme arousal, until Diane gasped and orgasmed, her wonderful, pool-water chilled body shuddering on the end of her fingers.
"Is that me or just water from the pool?" Diane pointed to a pool of wet in between her legs on the concrete pavers.
"It's you, you sexy thing." Jane didn't know, but she knew it would please Diane to hear her say it was.
It was late on Sunday evening and Jane usually took an Uber back to her one-bedroom apartment, but this time she had absolutely no desire to go home. She asked Diane if she could stay. Diane and Jane were walking back to the house. Both had towels around them, although Jane was naked under hers. "Janie of course you can stay, you always can you know. Do you have anything to wear tomorrow at work?" This was usually an issue as Jane often came on Saturday morning in weekend wear. So often this was not suitable for work. "I can wear what I wore on Saturday, it'll be fine. I could probably wear what I had on today if necessary."
"You'd give the boys a thrill if you wore that. Don't you have to do your sales reports tomorrow? I suppose Larry at least would die with you as the last thing he sees. He'd love to go that way from what I hear."
"Oh Dee, you do talk crap. Larry's not interested in me; have you been talking to Jody?"
"Maybe, I can't remember who told me that he's a member of your fan club. He's not very keen on me you know." Roz had told her about Larry and Jane, when they were at the Four Seasons. All these secrets; one day she would let something out about Roz and Jane would then know she had been with Jane's ex-lover.
"Ah, but you have your own admirer."
Diane wondered if she knew about Roz. Oh god, I hope not. "Who's that?"
"Oh Dee, really. It's Judy. She's in love with you."
"Total speculation. You could have at least told me it was someone interesting."
"Well, yes, but I reckon Judy wants your sweet ass."
"Do I have to fuck her cats too?"
"Dee! Who knows? Probably. You'd better ask her." They laughed. Diane picked up Jane's cardigan, shorts, panties, tights, and printed top from the patio stones that she had discarded before running and leaping naked into the pool.
"I'll wash them tonight if you're staying."
They showered upstairs. They put on robes, Jane wearing one of Diane's. Diane made omelets which they ate watching TV, enjoying being together.
"Dee," Jane had been feeling she needed to make things right. Their lovemaking in the pool had been so intense, she hated that until then their weekend had been difficult. "Sorry, I've been so jealous. You and Les getting together. I hate sharing you, but can we move on?"
"I told Les today that it was just once. I lost my mind with her, so sorry Janie." She paused, wondering whether to say anything about Marie. "I've been weird about you and Marie. She's so pretty, and you and her, well she obviously likes you."
"She likes you too, you know. You're jealous of her because of Judy's lies, which as I explained was a pile of BS. You know she said she would like you as a kind of mentor?"
"She did?"
"Yeah, she admires you. God knows why, but I suppose some people think you're alright." Jane's voice was alluringly teasing.
"Very funny. I think you're better to be a mentor for her than me. You're closer to her age. God, I wish I were twenty."
"Dee, if you think I'm up to no good with her..."
"No, really, I don't, I just want you to be with me. I'm stupid that way. Sorry about being grumpy. If you're in touch with Marie, tell her I apologize. Does she know about us?"
"Yes, she does. I have to confess, I told her. Dee, I know I act like a slut sometimes, but I want you to know that I have never cared, no loved, anyone as much as I love you." Jane wondered if she had said too much.
Diane pulled her close. "Oh babe, that's the best thing I've heard all year, thank you. We make some pair, don't we?" At that moment Diane was the happiest she had been since Erwin died.