Jane's Encounters: Rika's Torment
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. __________________________________________________________________
The week after Jane and Diane's tempestuous weekend with the Spencers, complete with their mutual jealousies over Leslie and Marie, Diane was buried under a pile of work. Although they had had such an awkward weekend, they had ended up in a good place. They were reunited, and both of them felt the strength of their affection and love for each other. Jane loved Diane, and because they had made up, she tried not to think further of Diane's rendezvous with Leslie, even though, if pressed even slightly, her jealousy and desires would come to the surface. Already she wished she had not lost her temper with Leslie. But there again the thoughts she had about Leslie were not something that made her proud. Yes, she was jealous because only she was meant to have Diane and make love to her, to give her the pleasure she deserved, not Leslie. But she knew she wanted to experience Leslie again herself. If Diane can have her, so can I, she thought. Then there were also the exciting and arousing thoughts of a threesome with Diane and Leslie which lurked in the back of her mind. She knew this was distorted thinking, but there are some things you can't stop a girl wanting. The more she thought of how boiling hot Leslie had looked in her tight gray dress with her red velvet stilettos on Saturday, the more she regretted her understandable anger at her.
On Tuesday Jane received texts from Rika, Marie, Sarah, and Jennie, her friend in California. Sarah's text contained a shot of her looking drop dead sexy, drinking cocktails on a balcony somewhere together with a crowd of women and men. "J, having a great time in Mexico. You would fit in here! Send me a shot of yourself sometime. Always like to see shots of my beautiful seductress! Our experience that night was unforgettable." Jane remembered how Sarah had been very hard to impress. It was amazing how she had changed her tune afterwards. This had been one of the many instances that made Jane realize how powerful her appeal was. So far, this realization had not made Jane arrogant, but the risk was there.
Marie's one was not dissimilar to Sarah's saying how she missed her, and was dreaming of her coming to stay so they could have "long walks," and "even longer nights of you know what," Mom and Dad permitting. Jennie's was more prosaic, but pleasant just the same, inviting her to come and see her in California as they had not seen each other for ages. Jennie added she could bring "the latest" with her, if she liked. Jennie still had a vision of Diane as an older lady quite unsuitable for sexy Jane, who was so full of life and love. She was intrigued to meet her, to see for herself why Jane was wasting her life with a creepy lesbo. She was assuming that the attraction was her money. Jennie had convinced herself that that was why Jane seemed to be stuck with Diane. The idea that hot Jane could be romantically involved with someone she thought of as "that middle-aged woman" was ridiculous.
Rika's text was expected. Jane knew that Rika liked her, and Jane kind of assumed it was sexual, but despite the fetish closet, she was not going to be too obvious with her. She'd let Rika tell her if it came to that. Her misreading of Sophie was always there in the back of her mind.
"Hello Jane. It was wonderful to finally meet you on Saturday. I have seen you so many times running past the house and now that we have met, I am so pleased my intuition was proved correct. You are as special as I thought you would be. Can we continue where we left off, and meet up this week? I'm thinking I could pick you up in the city and we could come back to my place and have dinner and chat some more. I want to hear more about you and Ms. Wertheimer, but mainly about you! Please say you agree. Rika XXX."
Jane wondered why she was getting quite so much attention. Well, she knew why. She loved that people wanted to be with her, but it did make life difficult. So many people with demands on her time. She decided not to encourage Rika, at least not for the moment, for Diane's sake, but she did want to see her again, so she suggested instead of going to her house, where anything could happen, they meet at a bar in the city for a drink tomorrow. Rika had no option but to agree.
Since three out of four of the women who had texted her today she had had sex with, Jane knew that any outside observer would probably think she was a sex addict. Then she switched it around and thought to herself, that yes, she liked sex, but so did her partners, so she was truly not alone. If she was addicted, then they were too, were they not? Even Diane had strayed with Leslie and she was as straight as a die usually. Fuck, I'm not unusual at all. Then she thought of all her past escapades, she had not been the instigator in most cases, so it was really not her, but them. Occasionally Jane remembered how loyal she had been to her boyfriends in her hetero days and how she had shunned the whole idea of multiple partners back then. She told herself that change was inevitable and that she was no longer the relatively unsophisticated girl she was a decade ago. It was all so perfectly normal and natural. One thing she knew was that she must be careful with Diane, she must not upset her. She loved Diane. In a strange way, Diane's adventure with Leslie, as annoying as it was to her, was a positive. If even Dee could stray, then it was to be expected that her stupid, but sexy girlfriend would too.
She called in to ask Diane if she wanted to go to lunch. She was looking tired and irritated at her desk, but smiled when Jane came in. Jane closed the door and gave Diane a kiss on the lips. Diane felt like she did when Jane first kissed her. "Oh Dee, you look hot today."
Diane shook her head and laughed. "No, I don't, you idiot, but thanks, it makes me feel better." She swiveled in her chair. Jane sat on the desk just as Roz had done when she was trying to seduce her. Jane's bare legs, as usual were distracting. "Janie, I've got lots to do..."
Jane's sandal pushed into Diane's crotch. "Well, don't let me stop you. Maybe this will help you relax?" She moved the shoe pushing the toe and sole stimulating Diane's mound under her slim, gray pants.
"Why do you think this will relax me? It'll do the opposite." Diane's put her hand on Jane's ankle.
"Oh Dee, are you getting excited? What fun."
"Janie, don't. I'm really busy." She lifted Jane's heeled sandal and pushed it away.
"Alright Dee, it was worth a try though. One day I want to make you cum here in the office."
"You are incorrigible. Anyway, I can't do lunch today, I'm swamped."
Jane smiled and kissed her again. It was quite fun to see Diane react. She clearly loved Jane turning her on, but in the office, Jane knew it was out of bounds. The tension between desire and forbidden pleasure was what Jane liked inflicting on Diane. She had no idea that it would not be her who would be the first to make Diane climax in the office, Roz has already done that.
"Dee, by the way, I've been meaning to ask you. Do you know a Rika Leigh? "
"Asian, I assume, a woman? No. Not that I remember."
"No, Leigh, not Lee." She spelled out the name. "She says she met you and Erwin a few years back."
Diane thought for a while. Jane's legs were swinging gently back and forth. "Slim, pretty, brunette?"
"Yeah, that's her. She remembers you and Erwin."
"I remember her vaguely. Why?"
Jane explained they had met in the park but said no more apart from that she had told her she knew Diane. "She knows Leslie too, doesn't like her though. Thinks Frank is a bore."
"Ah yes, I heard she got divorced. I met the husband once but can't remember him at all. She's extraordinarily rich, from a mining family if I remember correctly. Why do you want to know? You're not going to get at me about Les again, are you?"
"No, course not. Just wondered about Rika that's all. You're clearly a legend in the neighborhood, Dee. It looks like everyone knows beautiful Diane."
Diane chuckled. "Oh yes that is so true. A total legend. Now go away and let me work. You have your agents tomorrow, don't you?"
"Yeah, fuck it. At least it's only one day." Jane was to host a few of the company's agents who were due to visit the office. Then she realized that was the day she had arranged to meet Rika. Not that it mattered.
"Dee?"
"What now?"
"Want to go to the movies tonight? It's been a long time since we've been out in the city. You're such a homebody. I'd like to show you off, you know."
Diane was indeed a homebody, but Jane looked so hopeful. If anyone would get attention out and about it would be Jane not her. There were so many times when she marveled at how she had managed to have such a stunning girlfriend. Long may it last. "Of course, Janie. We'll go for dinner first. I'll make a reservation. I'll pay. No, don't object, my treat. Now push off and let me be." The smile Jane gave her made her whole rather lousy day worthwhile.
Outside Diane's office she brightly said hello to Judy. Judy said that Diane's really busy, and she doesn't like to be disturbed when buried with work. She really is a cow, thought Jane. "Well, she was very happy to see me, so perhaps you don't know her quite as well as you think. Bye, Judy, have a great afternoon."
Judy looked daggers at Jane as she walked away, her hips and backside swaying, and her figure so beautifully displayed in her fashionable ensemble. There were times when Judy's dislike of Jane threatened to overpower her wish to be the best possible assistant to Diane. Since Diane was so friendly with her, she had to pretend to not hate her. It wasn't so much that she hated Jane exactly, but the way most of the office seemed obsessed with her, annoyed her as she felt it diminished her and others work. She believed that Jane was coasting because her stunning looks allowed it, leaving everyone else to do the hard work of making the company function. Why Diane put up with Jane and the irritating way she had of just walking into Diane's office without even asking Judy made her feel unimportant. Her beautiful body made it that much worse.
The next day Jane found the agent visit trying. Jane was not a natural host like Jody or Diane, they were very natural and chatty. Jane was surprisingly serious and conscientious, but it came off a bit studied. Since she spoke neither Spanish nor Portuguese there was a slight language barrier, although their English was good. She had complained to Roz about it all.
"You're taking it all too seriously. No joking but people like you Jane, no kidding. You may not be all sophisticated like your girlfriend."
"Please don't call her that, you'll get into the habit and forget one day."
"Sorry, preciosa, but..."
"And for god's sake don't call me preciosa in front of them."
"Jane, I wasn't born yesterday you know. Of course I won't. Where was I?"
"People like me, apparently."
"Yeah, they do, so just be yourself."
"Whatever, if you say so. Roz, I wish you were with me on this one."
Roz shook her head as Jane walked out of her office. Her insecurity was ridiculous. Roz thought Jane looked even more lovely today than usual. All black polo neck cashmere sweater, black knit stretchy skirt the hem a couple of inches above the knee, and Roz had seen a brief flash of the lacy elastic tops of her black holdup stockings with backseams. With her black, heeled pumps, she was a symphony of sex appeal. She had all the confidence to be prepared to look so stylish and mouthwateringly sexy but doubted her ability to charm people. Roz wondered whether she was in reality just fishing for complements. That would be very Jane. Somehow with other people that would annoying, but with Jane it seemed to work.
Jane poked her head into Phil's cubicle. He was clipping his nails. Not attractive. "Hi Phil, I hear you are meeting our visitors later. I'll bring them round at 3:00, if that works." Phil said that would be fine, and added. "Jane, you look fantastic. I hope the agents appreciate you. Sorry, but I just had to say something. I hope you don't mind."
"Of course not. I value your opinion. Not too sexy I hope?" Jane knew she looked good, but she did genuinely not want to look as though she had tried too hard.
Phil was so fond of Jane, she always looked great to him. "Jane, you know what I think of you. But take it from your lovesick friend, you always look sexy, but today you look as beautiful as it is possible to be and still be clearly at work and not about to go on a date."
"Oh, Phil. You are the master. With your diplomacy you should be looking after these three not me. You speak Spanish don't you?"
"Si, hablo un poco espagnol. I'm really rusty though. I bet you a million they prefer you to me, but I'll try." Jane thanked him and swept off. He looked at her as she walked away. His intense crush on her showed zero signs of subsiding. He hoped one day he might be able to forget the pain she gave him unintentionally.
She said goodbye to the three visitors at about 5:30. She had hosted them for lunch and had ferried them around the office. She and Pedro whom she had met before seemed to strike up a friendship which made the event even a little enjoyable. They said their goodbyes and Pedro gave her a friendly farewell kiss. He suggested she should visit him and his family if she ever managed to get to Buenos Aires.
She sat in her office, her shoes on the desk, with a cup of coffee. She had an hour to kill before meeting Rika. She sent a selfie to Sarah, and she told her, as usual, that she too was always thinking about that night and her. She sent her a couple of pictures of Diane. One of her in her tight shorts, reading at home, and another of her in the office standing and looking straight into the lens, a big smile on her face and looking formidably beautiful. She then closed her door, hiked up her skirt to show a hint of her stocking tops, took a risk by taking off her sweater and took another shot of herself with the self timer sitting on her desk, her black mini bra showing most of her boobs, and her belly displaying some nice abdominal definition. Then she sent it in a further text with the words. "Wishing you were here to see me like this." Trying to turn on Sarah, excited her. Thinking of her always did. Maybe she'd masturbate over it. The thought delighted Jane, and her pussy stirred under her black satin panties.
"J. You are such a tart. One of my friends saw me looking at your shot of you in your office, your boobs hanging out! She asked who you were and why I had the text. She knows nothing about us. I had to say it was a weird piece of spam. No worries. Love you and send me as many shots like that of you as you want. I can't tell you how much pleasure it gives me. Your friend Diana looks very distinguished and way beautiful!" The text turned Jane on. She knew Sarah would understand.
Looking at her phone, it was time to go and meet Rika. She felt nervous and, as usual, guilty. She had not told Diane, but she had no plans to do anything with Rika. She was attractive and Jane was certain Rika liked her, but this was a drink not a date. The fetish room was an attraction too. There were perhaps all sorts of weird and wonderful things that Rika might be interested in or might want to do to her. Jane resolved to resist Rika, but she was interested to get to know her better. Readers will know that Jane is always full of these kinds of resolutions. Despite her kidding herself that she usually is not the initiator of sex, she does make it easy for those who want it, assuming she likes them. "No" seems to be a very hard word for her to say.
Entering the bar, the same one where she had met Marie, she could not see Rika, so she hung about outside waiting. After five minutes she saw Rika in the distance. She also was entirely dressed in black, with slim pants tight around her thighs, a sleeveless turtlenecked light sweater and high heels. A black necklace around her neck. Jane admired her smart, sexy look.
They greeted each other. Jane commented that she looked very nice, was she at work? Rika replied that she was not working at present, but thought she would dress the part.
"I'm no match for you Jane. We both like black though, don't we?" Rika thought Jane looked better than ever. Jane in black would tempt the devil. They went in and were given a table two down from where Jane and Marie had sat. They ordered some drinks and appetizers. They chatted about the usual things; what was Jane's work, her family. Jane asked about Rika's background and found that her money had not come from mining but from her father's success in tech investing. All the time Rika was looking intently at Jane with her brown eyes, studying her, and so obviously impressed with what she was seeing. Jane's round and beautifully shaped breasts were easily studied under the close-fitting polo-necked sweater. Rika could see the edge of the thin, black belt around her waist, a Jane trademark, its silver decorative buckle catching the light. Draped around her waist, it advertised all the wonderful promise of her hips and body. Rika asked about Diane. She wanted to know whether Jane was truly committed to her. She had a good memory of Diane, she had always been pleasant to her, although Rika was surprised that she had decided to have a relationship with a woman. But there again Jane was not just anyone.
"Diane is a beautiful woman. How ever did you meet, and more interestingly, end up with her? I think I've told you that most of the men I knew who knew or know her fall into raptures if I mention her."
"Well, I'm not surprised. I'm a lucky girl, I guess. We met at work and, well we got on." Jane paused and added to make it clear. "And then we got it on too."
Jane decided to cut to the chase. "So Rika dear, why are you so interested in me? I'm not very interesting really. You can ask Diane and she'll tell you if you want."
Rika laughed. "I just like you. I think we could be friends. I bet if I ask Diane she wouldn't be as dismissive of your charms as you suggest."
"Well, true, I fucking hope not, but she likes to have sex with me. That's a whole different thing."
Rika's lovely eyes widened. She wondered if Jane was going to ask about her fetish closet. She hoped so, but she was disappointed. She coughed to clear her throat. It seemed tight. "Well, that made it clear, I guess you like to, um, have sex with her too. It takes all sorts I suppose. Sex is important."
Jane lent over and touched her arm. "Rika, I think you knew this. Isn't this why you asked me out? To find out if I would sleep with you? You can tell me yes or tell me I'm completely wrong."
Rika looked very pretty as she gave Jane a half smile. "Jane, you're wrong. I don't want you that way." Jane looked nonplussed. She had expected her to confess. She felt embarrassed. "Don't be embarrassed, it was a completely fair question. I hope we can still be friends, after all you have Diane." Jane tried to look cool, but she failed. Rika put her hand on Jane's. "Hey, you are perfect. Let's talk about something else."
Rika got them another drink and Jane slowly recovered her poise. Some appetizers helped too, Jane was hungry. Rika grumbled about her ex-husband and Jane grumbled about her ex-boyfriends too, in solidarity. At one point Rika dropped her knife and she went under the table to retrieve them. Rika looked up Jane's skirt. Her perfect legs and the edges of her stocking tops were visible, her heels resting over the table leg supports. Rika felt a little short of breath. "No damage done," she said on surfacing.
They spent another pleasant half an hour chatting, then Jane said she ought to be going. Rika expressed dismay. She was enjoying being with her. Much to Jane's surprise she then asked if Jane would like to come back to her house. "For a nightcap." She even offered to drive her in in the morning if she wanted to stay the night. Jane felt Rika was being very weird. Why ask her back if it wasn't for sex? She had so steeled herself to say no to any such a request prior to learning about Rika's apparent immunity to her sexual charms. Now she was completely confused.
"Sorry Rika, no can do this time." She at least felt she could disappoint Rika to get back about her rejection earlier. It seemed to equalize the score, so to speak. Rika looked a bit glum. She had expected, and was banking on, Jane accepting. Now she felt stupid.
"OK, fair enough. We can see each other again though, yes?"
Why's she so keen? Jane was mystified, although she realized that she was a bit out of touch with normal female friendships. Too much time with Diane. Relationships are often like that.
"Of course, Rika, you're lovely."
"So are you. Jane be careful, going home. I mean, you know, there are weirdos out there."
"Oh, Rika darling, thanks for caring. You drive safely." Rika approached Jane, and Jane gave her a chaste peck on the cheek. She felt Rika's lips on her cheek in response. Rika held her face next to hers. It occurred to Jane; she had expected a better kiss. "After you," she said as Rika left the bar ahead of her. The street was quiet outside, the night dark with a hint of rain in the air.
"Well, Jane, will you contact me?" Rika realized she did not want to leave it to Jane, she feared she would never hear from her again. "No, it's Ok, I'll text you."
Jane suddenly held Rika's bare shoulders and put her lips against hers for a couple of seconds.
"Bye Rika, see you next time."
As Jane walked away. Rika looked at her. Her athletic body moving so gracefully, her heels sounding on the sidewalk. Rika felt she had played the evening poorly. She had imagined Jane in her passenger seat, her body in that sexy black outfit going to her house. That is what she wanted. She had denied wanting Jane to disarm her suspicions and hopefully make it easier to get her to agree to come home with her. She cursed herself and her miserable attempt at seduction. If she had confessed when Jane asked, maybe that tight body would be walking beside her now, and they would be heading home for a sublime experience. Perhaps it was all hopeless. She could still seemingly smell Jane's scent from that last kiss on her mouth. It was a pale imitation of the one she gave her on Saturday, but still not too bad. Jane had been nice to her too. That laugh, her sexy voice, her teasing humor, that face. She decided there was no way she was giving up yet.
As Jane walked home, she was mystified by Rika. She had been so sure Rika lusted for her and yet she said she didn't. But then later she so obviously wanted her to go to her mansion. If it wasn't for sex, surely it was not to play cards or give her advice on home decoration? Totally unlikely. Perhaps she needed her input on the fetish closet? Not impossible, but no I don't think so. Jane couldn't help regarding her as a challenge. She was sure the cutlery dropping was just an excuse to look at her legs. She had been staring at her boobs all evening. Anyway, she thought, if she did want me to come back for sex, I quite enjoyed giving her a taste of rejection, just as she gave me one earlier. Serves her right.
Jane and Diane continued their usual routine for the next few weeks, with one striking difference. Diane finally spent the night with Jane in her apartment. Jane was way beyond excited. She had been with Diane for six months and she had never been there, although they had talked about her visiting many times. They left the office separately and met at a prearranged spot and walked on to Jane's place. Jane hoped it would be a regular occurrence. Jane needed Diane more than just two days out of seven.
The signs of their relationship might well have been apparent to a keen observer, but both wanted to maintain the secrecy of its sexual nature from their work colleagues. Neither was completely honest, they still told people they were "good friends," and this had become well known at work, but they gave no hint of something deeper and sexual. They also tended not to socialize as a couple with their work colleagues. In truth, they were very private about their relationship generally, except for a chosen few, such as Roz, the Spencers, and of course some of Jane's friends, although none of her friends from a former life, or ex-lovers, had actually met Diane.
Diane would say that she was too old to spend evenings chatting in a bar with twenty-somethings. Jane thought this was silly, as Roz, who was closer to Diane's age, was happy to come out and Diane was always entertaining and her presence was appreciated by the others, when she did. Jane herself did not go out as frequently as Pete, Phil, John, and the new hires, Miguel and Simon. A newly hired young woman, Estela, who worked with Jody would also go drinking. Jane had not met her yet and Phil had told her she was popular with the young men. Jane was intrigued to meet her. Jane went less frequently to these social events to spare herself from Phil and the others' admiration of her, which although they tried not to show it, she could not not see. Miguel, in particular, found looking at Jane his favorite pastime, which had begun to annoy her. They were fun people, but even Jane who liked and could generally handle attention would find it tiring after a while. Diane could see her point. Jane would have felt better if Diane came out with her, but she feared their deeper affection for each other might slip out. Diane and her both agreed that, at present, they should be professional. Jane chafed though; being professional was not her natural state. Both Diane and Jane felt uncomfortable covering up what they felt for each other but were equally uncomfortable announcing to the whole world their sexual preference.
Diane had started to go to a yoga class on Saturday morning. Jane had tried yoga in her early twenties and had found it boring, she much preferred some real aerobics or building a bit of feminine muscle in Diane's gym, so she exercised there or went for a run when Diane left her in the mornings.
What about Rika? After their rather odd meeting at the bar. Rika had been quiet, and Jane, rather sadly, assumed that she had lost any interest she had in her. She found it all baffling. Jane knew when someone liked her, and she was almost certain that Rika wanted her. She thought about her and how nice it had been to experience the frisson of sexual excitement she felt when she visited her place. Since Leslie now hated both her and Dee, and Marie was away on the coast with her family, Rika had been the only point of new sexual promise that might one day turn into some fun.
Two weeks had passed since her bar visit when a text arrived from Rika. "Jane, sorry I've been out of touch. Been away. Can we meet up again soon, Diane permitting of course? I'd really like to see your happy smile again sometime. Let me know. Rika XXX"
Jane didn't answer and was thinking about what to say when on the next Saturday she remembered she had not replied. Diane was out at yoga and she was about to go running. She had an idea she would give Rika a surprise. She ran her normal route and slowed down as she passed Rika's house, then after she had run her 5k, she ran on until she was outside Rika's drive again where she stopped. She was dripping with sweat, her bare limbs shiny with perspiration, her hair soaking and tied up in a band. It was still short, so it stood up over her head in a top knot. She knelt down at the end of Rika's circular driveway and pretended to have trouble with her ankle. After wiggling her ass in her tiny running shorts and generally displaying herself for Rika, she walked up the drive and rang the bell. Rika opened the door so quickly she must have been waiting just behind it.
"Jane, I saw you. I was going to invite you in. What's wrong with your foot?" Jane stepped into her hall. Rika felt her heart beating nineteen to the dozen. Jane's hard body was calling to her.
"I think I got a stone in my shoe and twisted my ankle." Jane lied, but it was fun to see Rika's excitement. Jane could sense that, despite what she said at the bar, Rika was in thrall of her.
Rika put her hand on the small of her back feeling the wetness on the naked skin and said. "Come through, you are really sweaty. I'll get you a drink. It's hot outside. You must be dying."
Jane was wearing virtually nothing, just those tiny shorts and that sweaty sports bra. Of course, Rika wanted her. Her body had fascinated her for weeks. She had lost her nerve in the bar. Jane was so exquisite she worried she would be rejected, so she had played it cool. Now she's here, perhaps she could try again. Every inch of that miraculous body, sweaty or not, could be hers. She found she was trembling. She was conscious of Jane breathing beside her as she went to the fridge and gave her a diet Coke.
"There you go. You look hot."
"Oh, thanks Rika, so do you."
Rika, flustered, said. "No not that kind of hot. I mean sweaty, running, you know."
Jane was leaning against the kitchen counter smiling at her. Her nipples showing through the bra, her toned arms, her hard, athletic legs. Those tanned thighs taunting her. Rika had admired everything about her for ages and now here she was, every curve revealed, and she was standing only a few feet from her, smiling. Rika wanted to die. Jane, in contrast, felt very much in control. She could probably flirt with Rika all day and drive her totally wild. Jane was not cruel, but it was quite fun to see the strength of Rika's desire. Jane thought she looked even more attractive than previously. Something about her dark good looks that reminded her of Marie. Her features seemed softer today, her hair curling around her face. Her round ass and her tanned legs in their flip-flops showing off her great skin.
On the patio, Jane removed her right shoe and sock, and pretended it hurt. Rika rushed off and returned with a bowl filled with ice and water. "Put your foot in, it'll help." She knelt in front of Jane. "May I?" Rika gestured to her foot.
"Oh, sure." Rika's hand was gentle as she put Jane's foot in the iced water. Jane grimaced, exclaiming how cold it was. Rika's hand massaged her ankle. Jane gritted her teeth against the cold, all the colder as her foot was in no way swollen. Rika's hair brushed against Jane's thigh as her fingers pressed what she assumed was poor Jane's injury.
Jane let out a sigh. "Fuck that's cold, I can't take much more." Rika moved and lifted her foot out. She put Jane's foot on her lap and massaged it very gently, her hand moving up Jane's calf muscle.
"How's that? It feels good. I don't think it's bad. There's no swelling yet." Rika was caressing Jane's calf and her foot. Rika had given up caring whether Jane's foot was better. Touching and feeling Jane's smooth hard leg was all the reward she needed. She kept putting the foot back in the ice and taking it out and gently rubbing it dry. Rika's sex was oozing with anticipation. If she could, she would have sucked Jane's toes.
"Rika, you can stop now. You've helped a lot." Jane pulled her foot up and flexed her leg. The tips of Rika's fingers slid over Jane's knee and down to her ankle. She dried Jane's foot with a towel and held Jane's toned calf. Her toenail polish was chipped. Rika was enjoying every moment of it. She could see the damp sweat patches around Jane's inner thighs and groin. The obvious cameltoe gave her the thrills.
"Jane, you have an amazing body." Jane just smiled that smile of hers. Like Helen of Troy.
"Well, thank you, Rika, I'm glad you like it, I guess."
Jane was enjoying the erotic massage too. It was certainly nice after the freezing water. Her foot felt slightly frostbitten. Jane stood up, pretending to test her foot. Rika helped her with her small running sock and shoe. Her hands danced over Jane's calf.
"Keep it iced and you'll be fine. You could stay. I have a fridge full of ice."
Jane could almost feel Rika's lust. It was totally obvious.
"It feels better. Thanks so much, Rika. Thanks also for the massage."
"I could give you a real massage if you like." Jane gave her a knowing smile. Rika flushed.
"Rika, dear, you said you weren't interested in me."
"Oh, I meant a shoulder and neck massage for you. Really, that's all." Clearly Jane was not taken in.
"I thought you meant a whole-body massage. That's a relief, I didn't feel like stripping off just now. I don't think we know each other well enough." Jane laughed. Rika started to explain there was no requirement to be naked to be massaged, but she dried up. She realized Jane was teasing her. The thought of Jane naked tormented her and made her stomach churn and flutter.
"I'd better be going. That was very sweet of you. My foot. You have healing hands."
Jane pretended to hobble to the door. Rika followed her like a chastised puppy. She wanted Jane to stay. Her erotic imagination was running wild.
"Jane."
"Yes, what is it Rika?"
Rika looked lovely, her embarrassed, expectant face alight with hope. Jane savored it.
"Would you like to come upstairs with me?" Rika's lust was all consuming.
"Oh Rika, I'm way too sweaty, so not this time. I really have to be going. Diane'll be back anyway.
"You can shower."
"Thanks, but no thanks. Don't look like that. We'll see each other again. Anyway, you did imply I'm not your type at the bar, didn't you? That's fine with me. I just have to hobble home." Rika could not believe she was being rejected again. The humiliation was intense. "I'll text you about next time, perhaps when Dee is away."
"Let me drive you home at least." Rika held Jane's wrist.
"No thanks, no need. My ankle is a lot better. I'd really rather walk, but I truly appreciate you thinking about me." Rika could think of nothing else.
"But, Jane, I..." Then, Jane's mouth was on Rika's, choking off her voice. Their lips were together, and Jane tilted her head as her mouth enveloped Rika's lips. Rika put her arms around Jane and pulled her close, Jane's damp, firm body, and warm thighs pressing against her. She smelt of sweat, but Rika did not care one bit. She wanted more than anything to squeeze her ass, but just as she was about to move her hand from Jane's waist Jane stepped back.
"Bye Rika darling, thanks for everything." Jane walked out the door and then remembering she was meant to be injured; she faked a slight limp. Rika waved when she reached the street and shouted her name. Jane looked back, smiled and waved in return.
Rika was once again left high and dry, aroused beyond belief, but totally unsatisfied. Why does Jane do this to me, she thought. Thinking about her visit though she latched on to Jane saying she'd contact her when Diane was away. She suddenly cheered up. There was some kind of hope for her then. Of course, she can't get up to anything while Ms Wertheimer's around. I can wait, God yes. Something to look forward to.
Out of sight of Rika, Jane started running again. She'd be back at Diane's in ten minutes. She hoped she had not played too much with Rika's emotions. So, Rika invited me upstairs, she thought. It would have been lovely. A shower and we could have dressed up and fucked on her bed. Poor Rika, my rejection was a bit cruel, she thought. Still, I am trying to be good. Another time. Jane did feel a little bad about her seduction of Rika. She consoled herself that her denial would make the sex better for both of them, if and when she did succumb to Rika. She knew it was only a matter of time.
Jane trotted past the Spencer's on her way back and saw Frank out front sweeping his path having cut the grass. Unlike most people in this neighborhood he cut his own grass, something Jane liked about him. Diane like most people here just lay back and paid someone else to do it. She stopped. He looked pleased to see her.
"Hello, Jane. Always good to see you out running, although you make me feel guilty for not exercising."
"Don't worry, you look good already." Jane did think that Frank looked healthy, especially in comparison to many she saw around here. "How's Leslie?"
Frank replied that she was in quite good spirits. "She's just inside, I'll call her."
"No, don't Frank, she won't want to see me." Something in the way she said it made Frank not shout back at the house. Jane could see her blonde head looking at them from behind a window. Jane definitely did not want another row with her. Jane smiled at him, her sex appeal conquering the potentially embarrassing question. "How is sex with your lovely wife?" Frank had previously complained about Leslie's coldness, quite apart from his shouting match with Leslie that had led her into Diane's arms only a little time ago, so she thought it a reasonable question.
Frank was slightly taken aback, but Jane was an original, so he made allowances. "Jane! Not many would ask such a question. Or at least so directly."
Jane touched his shoulder and smiled disarmingly. "Oh Frank, you know I mean nothing bad about it. I'm just wondering, after what you said earlier." She had a prurient interest in anything to do with Leslie and sex, just as Leslie did with her and Diane's sex life, but Frank had no idea of these subterranean thoughts and desires from any of the women that surrounded him. Perhaps in his case, ignorance was bliss.
"Jane, you have chutzpah, good for you. Well, as it happens, it's been very good. Thanks for asking." Jane was very surprised to hear this. Leslie appeared and walked towards them. Jane felt her usual attraction for her. Long legs and midriff-baring T-shirt, cork-heeled clogs. Fuck, she thought, what a picture. If I was Frank, I would be unable to keep my hands off her.
"Hello Jane. What are you doing here?" Her blue eyes were not unfriendly, more wary.
"Just having a run, you know, shooting the breeze with Frank. I hope you're OK?"
"Fine. Why wouldn't I be?" Leslie was remembering their angry exchange at their last meeting. Jane had been such a bitch.
"No reason. Glad all's well. I'll love you and leave you. Have fun. It's so nice to see you." She ran off. They both looked at her thinking their private thoughts. Leslie was pleased that Jane was not so angry with her, or so it seemed. Her own anger had subsided. How could she truly hate a woman who had existed in her fantasies for such a long time? Frank wondered why Leslie was so distant with Jane. They should by rights be friends. Jane and Diane had suggested she was unable to fully accept their lesbianism. Perhaps that was it. Sometimes he felt that there was an unbridgeable chasm between him and Leslie, and to some extent Jane. Both so beautiful, but their thoughts were completely unknowable to him. Diane was way more straightforward.
Jane could hear the shower when she got to Diane's. Diane was humming gently to herself under the streaming water, her naturally tanned complexion dark against the white of the tiles, her highlighted hair full of shampoo. Jane silently slid behind her and put her hands on her breasts and whispered. "Dee, you're back. I was running. I saw Frank and Les. These feel good." Her hands were squeezing Diane's globes.
"Janie, I'm so glad you're here." Their kiss was long and passionate. Jane's body was tight and hard and ready for sex. They embraced, holding each other tight, the water spraying over them.
"Frank said they were having a good sex life. I don't get it. Do you think he was fibbing? I mean she had you Dee. Frank's no way as good as you." Their hands were masturbating each other, their fingers pushing and thrusting into their snatches.
"The things you ask people, Janie. It's amazing you get away with it. I have to say it's a bit disappointing if that's what Les thinks. I did treat her badly though, so she hates me, and she might say and do anything to get back at me. It's an explanation perhaps?"
"Yeah, maybe, but it was Frank who told me not Les. Tell you what, I wouldn't fucking trade you for Leslie or anyone, though. You beautiful woman you. Why don't you eat and lick me, I'm absolutely dying to cum?"
Diane knelt and did what Jane wanted. Her orgasmic cries as she climaxed could probably be heard outside the house.