Janes Encounter With the Friend of a Friend 2 (Jane's Encounters 5)
By Christine Oram
Published on Jan 10, 2006, Revised Dec 2024
©Christine Oram 2004, 2024
It is best to read these stories in order as there is a considerable continuous narrative, albeit a different episode each time. __________________________________________________________________
On entering the house, Jane turned up the stairs, Cathy shortly behind her. Jennie let Tommy in the front door. Tommy beamed at her.
"Cath and Jane are upstairs, getting changed."
"That's good. They're good together?"
"What? Oh yeah, they were swimming. I think they both got a bit drunk." It was Jennie's way to explain away the nude bathing. Not that she was going to tell Tommy.
He heard them laughing upstairs. Jane had been playing on his mind while he was away. Her seductive laugh, those playful, appealing eyes, and that body. "Your friend Jane, she's..."
"Sorry?" Jennie asked. He was uncharacteristically mumbling.
"Oh nothing, it's nothing. I was just thinking of Jane. Why is a woman like her not married?" He paused as if contemplating the profound mystery of a single woman and then added, "no boyfriend either?"
Jennie, having seen the signs before, replied tiredly, "Well you could have said the same about Cathy, before you snapped her up. I'm also currently single, as you know."
Her voice carried a slight edge to it. Many times she had stood right next to Jane and had been ignored by men and then, occasionally, even by her own boyfriends. Jane had always been able to cope with excess attention, but the very fact she was so good at both attracting it and ignoring it often irritated Jennie, who only rarely was the center of attention. She was very fond of Jane, and she knew her jealousy was ugly, but it was there despite Jane's correctness in all their dealings. Jennie knew, although she was reluctant to admit it, that she would give a lot to be Jane. Tommy's obvious interest in her had brought out the poisonous thoughts again.
"Oh, I'm sorry Tommy, but you know, Jane is always being asked about ever since I have known her. She's just one woman you know." Jennie smiled and Tommy smiled back.
"Yes, I see, sorry Jennie. You know I have nothing in my heart for Jane, I just wondered that's all." He shrugged to indicate it was a trivial question and it was purely of academic interest. "Of course. Sorry for snapping at you." She did not believe Tommy for a moment; he had the hots for Jane, no question. He was like a puppy. Some men don't know when they're well off, she thought, thinking of his wife and her incredible physique. Mind you, Cathy is perhaps a little dopey. She walked over and shouted up the stairs, asking how they were getting on. She heard an answering voice say, "OK", and Jane reappeared in a white T-shirt and a plain blue knee-length skirt with the same transparent heels she had worn earlier. She looked elegant and stylish, more like a catalog clothing model between shoots rather than the sex goddess she had been in her bikini.
"Hi everyone, hi Jennie, it smells just lovely. Hello Tommy. Office meeting a success?" Jane walked past them. She smelt slightly of chlorine. She did not have the time to shower.
Before Tommy could answer, they heard Cathy descending the stairs. Cathy's tight miniskirt showed her muscular legs off to perfection, and her tank top displayed her large breasts. The tank top was fashionably short and showed off her abs. Cathy's blonde hair was now tied up behind her head which emphasized her rather sharp face and, without the softening effect of her hair framing her face, her nose seemed larger still. Make up had been applied again. Jennie looked at Jane and Jane smiled back. They both knew what each other was thinking. Cathy looked more suitable for a tacky dance club than a simple meal with friends. Jennie kept wondering why she had gone for the sexy look. She even had on a pair of black dress heels. Jane assumed that Cathy was out to continue to impress her and presumably hoped to drive her wild with desire. It would be quite easy as she already liked what she saw, but it was all rather odd in these suburban surroundings in the intimate setting of a house of one of her best friends.
Cathy had kissed Jane again on the landing upstairs before they had changed, and Cathy had given her a hungry look as Jane turned into her room to change. "Cath, babe, what we did...it's our secret, yes?" Jane did not want some kind of scene with Tommy, or Jennie for that matter. She had had problems with overenthusiastic admirers when she was younger, particularly at college. She wanted Cathy, but discretion was paramount here. "Yeah, of course, but fuck Jane," Cathy put her face next to Jane's ear and whispered, "I want to make you come all night long. What you did to me out there... I feel I'm a different woman."
"Well, OK, but we have to be careful."
Cathy smiled back at her, thinking how Jane had not been `careful' with her by the pool. She wondered just how long Jane had been seducing women like her. She would have been surprised to learn that she was the first.
Downstairs Jane asked, a twinkle in her eye, whether she was off clubbing later, adding, looking at Tommy, "You'd better watch her Tommy."
Cathy colored up, while Tommy looked uncomfortable, but also enormously proud. Cathy lent over, sticking her ass out, as she kissed Tommy. "Jane's little joke. She's funny, isn't she?"
Cathy sat next to Tommy, and Jennie went into the kitchen. Tommy's hand was on Cathy's bare thigh and Jane saw him squeezing her flesh. Jane could not help but remember that only half an hour ago those self-same thighs had been around her head as her tongue lashed Cathy's sex. Jane could remember the taste and her wetness. Cathy's legs opened slightly, obviously for her benefit, and Jane saw her black, lacy panties. Jane certainly knew what she'd like to do with them and the sexy minge underneath. Cathy smiled at Jane, enjoying exciting her.
"So, Jane, how about I take you up on the club thing? Want to come dancing with me later?" Tommy looked more than a little bemused at Cathy's question.
"Oh, I don't know, I'm a bit tired for all that." Jane almost said she had a headache but stopped herself in time before the cliché popped out. She certainly wanted to finish what they had started, but going somewhere else would hardly be the best way to do it. Cathy was surely teasing her.
"Oh well that's a shame. I thought a girl like you would be up for that sort of thing. A girl's night out, you know."
The thought of her and Cathy out drinking and dancing struck Jane as weird somehow. She thought that this spoke a little of "relationship". She was not ready for this, and she was certain neither was Cathy. Jane admitted to herself though, that Cathy's panties and flirtation were getting her fired up. Jane wondered what she had started by fucking Cathy.
"Anyway, I think I would be a fifth wheel with you and Tommy. Then there's Jennie; I'd want her to come too." If was completely obvious that Cathy was not inviting Tommy nor Jennie, but Jane had to stop her. It was becoming embarrassing. Cathy could tell that Jane was not particularly enjoying her attempt at flirtatious conversation, so she just gave Jane a big smile and opened her legs a little wider. Tommy, who still had his hand on her thigh, appeared not to notice that Jane was looking up his wife's skirt.
He did, however, leap into the conversation with a gallant, "Ah no Jane, I think you would not be alone for long. Should you enter a room you would soon have many admirers." Jane desperately wanted to be rescued from their excessive attention to her.
Jennie came back and Cathy's legs snapped together. With relief Jane got up and asked if she could help.
"Yes, OK. You can carry the salads."
Both Tommy and Cathy's eyes looked at Jane as she went into the kitchen. Cathy was remembering every little erotic detail of the afternoon. Never, ever, have I come like that, and so many times too, she thought. Jane was both a sexual tiger, but also every inch of her body was like an aphrodisiac, almost any part of her, Cathy thought could make her come. Combined, all those component parts that made up Jane; well, it was no wonder that she climaxed so often, and with such incredible pleasure, when Jane fucked her. She smiled and shifted in her seat as she imagined the touch of Jane's fingertips on her pubic hair, then the feel of them pushing slowly and erotically deep inside her, making her gasp in pleasure, pulling the massive orgasm slowly but insistently out of her.
Cathy shifted her legs, her wetness stirring inside her. She wished Jane could see just how wet she was. Tommy's hand left her thigh and, brushing her bare stomach, he pushed his fingers under her skirt's hem. Cathy exhaled as they explored under the waistband of her panties.
Tommy was seeing Jane in his mind's eye as she had been earlier: all perfect feminine physique in her hot little swimsuit. He imagined himself starting to engage in foreplay with her -- her wet mouth and her playful eyes and her beautiful neck leading down to her wonderful cleavage. He felt himself getting intensely aroused and he pressed his hand further down into the warmth of his wife's panties.
"Jane is very attractive," he said, "she makes me want to do it with you." Cathy felt Tommy's lips on her cheek, and she responded to his touch by turning her face towards his. Feeling his hands encircling her waist, she felt a sexual thrill pass through her, but Tommy was a low priority in her mind, she was imagining that he was Jane and that his hand was hers, like it had been in the afternoon. Never had she experienced such an erotic encounter. With a woman too.
"Yes, she is lovely, isn't she?" Cathy whispered and putting her hand on his groin, she felt his erection. "You really do like her, don't you?" Her fingers were on his hardness.
"Hey, you guys, come on." Jennie's voice made them jump in surprise and they quickly stood, trying to cover up their intense excitement. Arm-in-arm they swept past Jennie and into the dining room, Cathy towering over her short husband and Tommy, a little embarrassed, trying to conceal the bulge in his pants.
In the kitchen Jennie had touched Jane on the shoulder and had said conspiratorially. "Cathy's a bit weird this evening." Jennie knew what she wanted to say but felt bad being catty about her friend.
"Is she? I wouldn't know. She's dressed very sexy, I suppose for just us."
"Asking to go to a club. She knows there's no club around here. Anyway, it's just weird. Yeah, I mean those heels. I feel we are in the `Real Housewives' or something."
"I'm wearing heels, Jennie. Maybe Tommy likes it -- sometimes foreigners have different ideas about how a woman should dress?"
"Yes, possibly. Your heels are, well, they're very much you. Hers are stilettos. Sorry, but she's being a bit strange compared to how she is normally. I don't know; too much vavoom or something. Don't mind me, I'm being too critical."
Jane gave a laugh. "Jen, please don't change, you can be as critical as you like with me."
Jennie was thinking that Cathy looked as though she wants sex now. Jane looked more like a girl that you would count yourself lucky if you got to talk to her for just five minutes. "Perhaps she's trying to get you interested?" Jennie gave Jane a knowing look, remembering the intertwined shoes and the two naked amazons in her pool.
"Yeah, right. Like I'd be really interested. Did she say something to you?" Jennie shrugged. Jane breathed a sigh of relief and said, "You know she did tell me that Tommy was not exactly keeping her satisfied."
"Really? He would be upset to hear someone say that. He's very prickly about his prowess; I think he assumes everyone fancies him."
"Yeah, I noticed! He fondled my ass earlier."
Jennie was not at all surprised -- this kind of thing was always happening to Jane, Tommy, or no Tommy.
"Jeez. I've noticed him doing that before. Poor Cath."
Jane carried the salad into the dining room, and Jennie followed with the salmon dish. Tommy was opening the wine. Jane returned to the kitchen. Cathy was waiting for her. Jane picked up a basket of bread, and as she did so she felt Cathy's warm body press up against her from behind. Their bare legs touched, and Cathy's hand slipped under Jane's T-shirt and grasped her left breast under her bra. Jane jumped in surprise as Cathy's fingers caressed her hardening nipple.
"Cath, for god's sake, not now, please." Jane, holding the basket, pulled away from her.
"Oh come on Jane, I'm just playing. Don't be a spoilsport." Cathy spoke quietly as both of them heard Tommy and Jennie chatting in the dining room.
"Cath, I'm not going to fuck right here, right now, am I? Give me a break." Jane whispered, turning her back on her. Cathy now had her arms around Jane's slim waist and her long fingernails grazed the top of her thighs and Jane twitched in surprise as Cathy's fingers moved up her thigh under her skirt and then under the edge of her panties.
Cathy whispered. "Jane, you feel so good, I just want you. Can we do it again? Tonight?" Jane stood stock still, expecting to feel her touch her sex when, suddenly, Cathy's hand shot away from her as Jennie returned to the kitchen. Cathy, embarrassed, smiled at Jennie and briskly left for the dining room. Jane kept cool and stayed where she was even though her skirt was folded up her right thigh where Cathy had been groping her. Jennie could not fail to notice the long length of leg and the edge of her underwear before Jane casually, and with a coolness that belied her excitement and embarrassment, pulled her skirt down. She turned around to look at Jennie, who was standing with a surprised look on her face.
"Jane...well I never...was Cathy, I mean, what was she doing to you? I don't believe it..."
Jane flushed a deep red and Jennie, respecting her obvious embarrassment, said nothing more as Jane pushed past her into the dining room, her face inscrutable. Jane sat down at the table, leaving Jennie with a secret that she was trying to process. The meal began in earnest, Tommy chattering away as usual, about himself, his business, and his forthcoming deals. Cathy sat silently in her chair looking relaxed, only every now and then casting what she hoped were erotically charged looks at Jane.
Jane was wondering whether Jennie had correctly guessed what Cathy had been doing to her. She hoped not and she was almost prepared to convince herself that she could make light of it and brush it off as a simple collision in the kitchen. Perhaps though, she thought, she should just come clean and share with Jennie her new lesbian inclination.
Her triumphant seduction of Cathy had brought with it a new confidence in herself. Her self-perception had taken a battering ever since she and Nicky had broken up, but her obvious appeal to all these lesbians who had sampled her delights, had restored much of it. Still, it was so different. She would have to get used to it. The thing she found so strange was that before the breakup, with the exception of Jill, she rarely met anyone who considered themselves to be a lesbian. Now, post breakup, she seemed to meet them frequently.
She had to assume the surfacing of her previously submerged Sapphic feelings had made her more aware of women hitting on her, and her disgust with the way Nicky had treated her had made her wary of any more male entanglements. Perhaps it would change. Her attraction to women would fade and her interest in men would return, but as of now she was not feeling it. All she knew was that there was no way she was going to describe herself as a lesbian. If anything, she thought, I'm bisexual. Looking at Cathy's muscular legs in that tight miniskirt excited her. These were real feelings, real sexual desires. She hadn't made them up. She liked bisexual, it sounded somehow exciting, adventurous, sexy, modern, and cool. Much better than the rather grim lesbian moniker. Jane was pleased with her self-analysis. She was not fully decided about how to describe herself and her sexuality, but being a bisexual would do for the moment. Who really understands themselves one hundred percent anyway, she thought. Hell, millions of people are probably a lot more confused about their lives and loves than me.
While Jane had been lost in her thoughts, Tommy had started to talk to her. She dragged her mind back to the present and looked at him. Tommy and she fell into a rather tiring conversation in which the minutiae of her life were examined in excruciating detail. Who she worked for; how many siblings did she have--in her case, none; where she went on vacation; and, last and worst, he seemed to want to know everything about her love and sex life--absolutely the last thing she wanted to talk about. Cathy frequently butted in and said, "Jane doesn't want to go into all that," and she repeated similar comments at frequent intervals, but Tommy was like a terrier. Jennie also tried to change the subject but eventually gave up and ended up talking to Cathy who was not much better as she held forth about exercise routines, gyms, and diets. Jennie felt her eyes glaze over in boredom. These were subjects that, clearly, Cathy loved to talk about, she certainly lived by what she preached and had the body to prove it. Even Jane, who also worked out a lot and prided herself on her physique and was trying to tune out Tommy's incessant questions by listening hard to Jennie and Cathy's conversation, found their talk hard going.
While Tommy kept up his advice and prognostications about her love life, Jane cast a glance over to Jennie, whose eyes were dull and lifeless as Cathy droned on about reps for this or that muscle group, good and bad carbs, and the like, on and on in a self-obsessed monotone. Jane smiled in sympathy at Jennie, and she returned a knowing smile that demonstrated her exasperation. Cathy may fuck and look good, but she's definitely a one-night stand, thought Jane. She kept telling herself this even though she was in a state of some sexual tension over her, despite Tommy's constant questions and analyses.
"So, it seems to me that maybe you are not really the kind of person who was, well, suited to your ex. You are sporty, and yet he preferred to watch sport, for example. Did you share any intellectual interests, you know books, films, even, should I say, ideas?" Jane was many things but an intellectual was not one of them, and the whole concept of discussing `ideas' with Tommy, or indeed her ex, Nicky, seemed a joke.
By now she had discerned that he was doing his best to impress her with his intellect, and she concluded that this was nothing more than him hitting on her. Jesus, and not for the first time. She almost expected him to start touching her soon and she sighed in evident boredom, looking meaningfully again at Jennie, hoping to catch her equally bored friend and start up a conversation. Jane thought that she now could see why Tommy and Cathy were perfect together. They had nothing much to talk about with each other, but equally neither expected to have anything much in common either. They both had their own lives, and they lived them without a great deal of interaction. Perhaps they're just typical married people, she thought. Terrifying.
Jennie meanwhile was wondering about Cathy and Jane. She had almost entirely tuned out Cathy's voice, lost as she was in her own reverie. Jennie was not a neophyte when it came to all kinds of sexual appetites and, putting two and two together, she guessed that it was indeed true that Jane was the target of her provocative friend's current sexuality.
Jennie felt both a tingle of interest, but an equal degree of bafflement and confusion. She knew she was not interested in Jane's possible new direction, although she had had her little private thoughts about Jane that she was keeping secret. The question remained as to whether Jane had Sapphic tendencies and would respond, or indeed had already done so.
Well, I never, she thought, I wonder how she will get on there. Jane's feelings were unknown to her. She was keeping them bottled up, but maybe, just maybe, she could be induced to sleep with a hot body like Cathy. Both of them are no doubt used to plenty of attention. Jane is into the body beautiful like Cathy and Jane is surely plenty experienced in sexual matters. Jennie assumed she must be from her popularity with the men in her past. Still, Jane had always seemed to her to be totally straight. But those two are very hot. Perhaps it was not surprising. People are very fluid in their sexuality these days. She looked over at Jane, who she saw was still being exposed to Tommy's charm offensive. Poor girl.
Jennie thought Jane looked particularly beautiful tonight, despite being bored out of her skin. There are times when being gorgeous is a positive disadvantage, she thought, smiling at Jane. "Anyone for seconds?" Jennie broke away from her thoughts and Jane very quickly said "Oh yes please" and then, "Shall I bring the salmon back in so we can help ourselves?"
"Yes. Good plan. I'll get more vegetables." Jennie and Jane got up; leaving the husband and wife temporarily speechless, but the two women heard the two start talking again once they had got to the kitchen.
"Janie -- sorry about Tommy -- he clearly really likes you. I'll try and get him away from you if I can."
"Yes, god that man is boring -- oops sorry, I know he is your friend, but he seems so bloody persistent. Mind you, Cathy is not exactly sparkling at conversation, is she?"
"Too right there. You know I like both of them better when they are not together and, you know what, I'll get Tommy off your back -- I'll tell him that you are still upset about your relationship and do not want to be bugged about your life and loves. I can be blunt to him -- no, before you say anything -- don't worry, I won't upset him. I know him better than you."
"What is up with Cathy...and" she hesitated for a moment, "you? What was she doing to you earlier?"
Jane, keeping her cool, replied, "Why, what do you mean?"
"Well, your ass was visible when I came into the kitchen and it looked to me as though Cathy had tried to get into your panties. Then there are all those meaningful looks in your direction. She's also all hyper and flirty. What's going on? Is she hitting on you too like Tommy? Is she after a threesome or something, or maybe it's just you?" Jennie was smiling and hoping that Jane would not be offended. But it was her house; she had a right to ask.
Jane passed her hand through her hair nervously. "I don't know to be honest, I've no idea what the hell she is up to. Is she being flirty? Is that what it is?" Jane knew full well that this was what it was. "We did some swimming in the buff earlier."
"Yeah, I noticed. Maybe she's taken a shine to you? God everyone does, but now you are getting same-sex attention. Whatever you're drinking? Can I have some too? Maybe it will improve my chances."
They both laughed and Jennie said. "Well if you do have a threesome then for god's sake don't disturb me..."
Jane instantly shot back. "Come on. No way. Give me a break, yuck." She was repelled by the idea of Tommy, and she reacted to that. She did suddenly have a vision, though, of her pussy being filled with Tommy's cock while Cathy looked on, masturbating. This did not repel her at all and the continuing tingle in her groin confirmed her secret thoughts. She really did not want Tommy, but if this were what those two would do to her... she almost shivered in excitement at the thought of Cathy fucking herself, climaxing over Jane being fucked by her husband; God, it was just too sexy.
"Jane, wow, I think you like her!" Jennie had noticed the blush and could not restrain herself.
"No, I don't." Jane continued blushing, but her stomach had butterflies.
"Oh yes you do...Christ, Jane, if you had behaved this way to a man I would not have been surprised. I never knew you had any thoughts in that direction, I mean Cathy has a great body and all that, but I mean..." Jennie was at a loss for words.
"Look Jennie, I really don't care about women, but you know, I do wonder every now and then. Nothing wrong with that is there?"
"No, of course not, no. Sorry to tease you Jane, but for god's sake be careful. I mean just because of Nicky, don't go sleeping with women just to spite men, or something silly like that. That's not going to work." Jennie stopped smiling and suddenly looked serious. "It's none of my business who you want to sleep with. I guess if you wanted to try a woman, Cathy's a good choice, I suppose. Just don't let her seduce you and then... I don't know... turn you gay or something or hurt you again. I couldn't bear for you to be hurt again. Also, I mean, laughing aside, what would old fashioned Tommy say about it all? I hate to think."
Jane felt the topic spinning out of control. She heard Cathy shriek with laughter in the dining room.
"Look Jennie, nothing's happened and nothing's going to happen, OK? For god's sake stop lecturing me. I'm not a fool you know. I know my relationships get screwed up and all that, but you know I don't need lots of heavy advice from an agony aunt. I don't give a shit about Cathy, or any other woman for that matter, so let's say no more about all this. OK?" This was the first time she had ever had a conversation with one of her friends when she knew that she really should admit to wanting women. But she was just not ready to be honest. She felt very embarrassed both because she wanted Cathy and also because she was annoyed now that she could not bring herself to tell Jennie the truth.
"Ok Janie, come here" Jane's lithe body approached, and Jennie gave her a fond peck on the cheek and a hug. "I apologize for teasing you. We'll say no more about it, but well...you know...there are a lot of us who love you and want you to be happy, so, just be careful, that's all. I wonder, too, what it would be like with a woman you know. I'm not saying I want to, but please take this solely as a compliment not an offer: if I wanted to sleep with a woman, then you would be my first choice." Jennie could not believe she had just said that and now she was the one who felt awkward.
It was Jane's turn to be nonplussed, but she smiled and muttered a thank you, and then they both returned to the dining room carrying their dishes. Jennie managed to jokingly tell Tommy to lay off trying to impress Jane, as Jane "was not interested in your half-baked psychoanalytic babble". It was brutal, but Jennie said it as if it was a joke. Tommy laughed and Cathy was relieved. She had begun to ache for more sex with Jane and the last thing she wanted was her nosy husband poking his dick in that direction. Cathy guessed that Tommy was not Jane's type at all. She sometimes wondered if he was her type. All she knew was that she wanted to experience that beautiful woman again. Cathy was still unsure of why she felt this, but her seduction by Jane had, in a sense, given her an affirmation of her own sexiness when all Tommy seemed to want was brief sex with penetration and climax and little appreciation of her as a sexy individual rather than a simple non-thinking object. Jane had certainly seemed to appreciate all the time Cathy had invested in making her body the way it was.
After the meal ended, they sat around drinking coffee in the living room. The chit-chat went on late, and Jane and Cathy spent a lot of their time once again trying not to look obvious when looking up each others' skirts. Jane had absolutely no complaints about seeing Cathy's legs in their bare, naked, glory. As the evening went on, Cathy removed her shoes and stayed barefoot. It was quite late when Cathy announced that she was going upstairs to "get ready for bed." Jennie was reminded of an inflatable sex doll looking at Cathy in her tight skirt and revealing top. She had slipped her shoes on again.
"Cath, how you can wear those shoes is a mystery to me. I'd find them damned uncomfortable." Jennie wished she had legs like Jane or Cathy.
"Yeah, but her legs do look sensational in them, don't they?" Jane's comments produced a surge of excitement in Cathy.
"Thank you, Jane. At least I know someone appreciates them and me." Cathy looked at Tommy, who was engrossed in a magazine.
"Huh? Well, of course, Cathy, you are gorgeous to me. I am a proud man to have such a wife, you know that."
Jane smiled, noticing his off-hand, automatic response. He did not sound very sincere to her. Having been subjected to so much unwanted, obsessive attention from Tommy and wanting to get in a dig at him and yet also say something nice to Cathy she said, a seductive tone in her voice, "Oh come on Tommy, Cathy has about the hottest body I think I've ever seen. You are a truly lucky man. I hope you are looking after her?"
"Why Jane, of course I am. Thank you so much for your interest." Everyone could tell he did not appreciate her comment. "I think you perhaps need to get someone to look after your interests too."
"What do you mean?" Jane asked.
"He means you should be married, or about to get married." Cathy sounded annoyed. She was about to say something about his too obvious attraction to Jane, instead just continued, "Tommy, sometimes it is best for you to leave what you think unsaid." Tommy grunted either in recognition, or disagreement, but he looked up and gave his wife an irritated look. There was an awkward silence and Cathy said goodnight, giving Jane a come-hither smile. Jane wanted to put her head between those amazing thighs, under that tight skirt, and enjoy that pussy.
After a few minutes Jane got up and, stretching her legs, said to Jennie and Tommy that she was going up too and that she would see them both in the morning. Tommy looked up from his magazine and then, catching both the women by surprise, he leapt up and kissed Jane on the cheek.
"Good night my dear. Sleep well. It was wonderful to meet you." He said it with intense feeling and Jane felt flattered, embarrassed, and irritated at the same time. Jennie knew exactly what she was thinking.
"Why thank you Tommy -- it was nice to meet you too." Tommy's eyes once again seemed to undress her as they looked her up and down.
"'Night Jennie," she said.
"'Night, Jane, let me know if you are lacking anything. I'm coming up soon too."
Jane ascended the stairs and stood on the landing. She had no idea when the others would come up, but she could see Tommy's and Cathy's bedroom door was ajar, but no light was on. She felt herself getting goose bumps as she pushed open the door and went in.
The moonlight illuminated Cathy's completely naked body. She was standing by the window, draping her skirt over the back of a chair, the blue light from the moon outside was reflecting off her hard curves. She looked around. "Hi, Jane. I'm here. I hoped you'd come."
"Oh god Cathy..." Jane felt overwhelming desire once again for that hard body and a deep wet, tingling feeling in her sex. Cathy stepped behind Jane, and she pulled Jane's T-shirt up over her tits and in a second her fingers were caressing Jane's nipples.
"Cath, I can't, they might come up any time. Please don't, not now."
"Yes...they might...or they might not. Come on, let's do it again." Jane felt a mixture of intense pleasure and fear of being caught in flagrante. This time it was Cathy who appeared to have no worries about being discovered as she began to feel under Jane's skirt, her fingers flicking at the top of Jane's thighs and then scrabbling to pull down Jane's panties. She gasped, "Cathy, no, later, please, ohhh..."
Cathy's hand cradled Jane's groin and she pressed her palm onto her mound and pulled her panties, so the cotton slid deep into her slit. Cathy's naked breasts were rubbing against her back, and Cathy lifted her leg and slid her foot and calf around Jane's right leg and as their skin moved against each other Jane knew she was helpless, her desire and anticipation paramount over her worry about being discovered. Cathy pulled the waist band of Jane's panties, stretching the material into a thin strip and pulling it tight in between her buttocks. Jane moaned, as Cathy's forefinger pushed under the tight strip of panty feeling Jane's clit and her oozing wetness.
"Even if they do come up, why would they think anything?" Cathy whispered close into Jane's ear. She gave the panties a pull and, as the material rubbed across Jane's slit, Jane moaned again. Jane shuddered in ecstasy, and she put her hands out behind her onto Cathy's naked hips as Cathy's tight body pressed up against her. Cathy was pulling her panties, sliding the cotton in her slit. Jane could feel her juice soaking them as Cathy pulled it back and forth, up, and down. She leant back against Cathy and Cathy was kissing her neck and her head. "Come on Jane. Come, why don't you? Yes, that's it, yeah oh Jane yes." Jane shuddered and Cathy felt Jane's body tense and push against her, bending her legs and gasping as she came.
"Cath, my god, I was quick, wasn't I?" The orgasmic wave had come on her so rapidly, and its speed and intensity were a testament to her degree of arousal. Looking at Cathy's hard and buff body all evening had already primed her for a speedy climax.
She slapped Cathy's backside playfully and said, "I love your ass. Turn around. Go on." Cathy obliged and Jane's hands slid down her thighs. "Let me taste you."
Jane sat down on the bed and Cathy stepped backwards so Jane's face was level with her round buttocks. Jane buried her face in the taut flesh. "Cath, your ass is fucking hot." Then her lips and mouth were working on Cathy's sex, her tongue flicking the fat clit from behind. Her nose was deep in Cathy's crack. Jane had given up worrying about anything, she just wanted to make Cathy come and to feel every sexy inch of the naked body in front of her. She held onto Cathy's hips, pulling her hard against her mouth. Cathy tried to be quiet, but she found it almost impossible. She had been equally as excited as Jane had been with her during and after dinner, and now this beautiful woman once again was doing things to her that no one had ever done to her before. Jane was hardly familiar with this sort of thing either having only ever sucked Natasha's pussy, so it was still all really new to her, but to Cathy it was even more astonishing and arousing. She squealed with delight when Jane pulled her hard against her face, her tongue wetting every inch of her slit, her lips pulling the wet labia into her mouth, her tongue gently sliding over her clitoris, which now felt as if it was on fire with pleasure. The tension was so intense she thought she'd die if she didn't experience release soon. Jane could smell Cathy's sex, a mix of wet skin, her ejaculate, and a touch of chlorinated pool water. Jane twisted Cathy around and buried her face and tongue into her minge, her tongue sinking deep into Cathy's vagina, her pubes brushing against her lips and mouth.
"Oh, Jane, god, oh my god, ahhh..." Jane felt Cathy come, the muscles in her thighs and the rest of her gym-toned body stiffened and she shuddered, then she let herself fall onto Jane, flipping Jane back on the bed, Cathy's tight body on top of her, her breasts squashing against Jane's neck and face.
She lay over Jane for what seemed a long time, Jane caressing her back and ass, as she recovered. The room was dark and Jane, who was covered by Cathy's body, could see very little, only feeling the woman's weight, her skin and nipples against hers, and her wonderful body heat.
"Wherever did you learn to give such orgasms, Jane? Jesus, it's like you are some kind of hot witch. Tommy never makes me come like that." She rolled off Jane. They lay together looking at each other in the deep gloom. The moonlight shining into the room through the window and the lights on the stairs illuminated Cathy's curves as she lay naked beside Jane. Jane kissed her, stirring up Cathy's passion yet again. She recounted in a highly abbreviated form what Natasha had done to her at her company's retreat. Cathy said she had no idea such things could actually happen. Jane agreed. "Neither did I. It was a total revelation. I'm a different girl from a few months ago, that's for sure." Cathy said she thought she would burst when Jane was working her up by the pool. "I seriously thought I would faint, but then at last you made me come. Oh Jane, you do things to me that are just so wonderful. I want you to move to live next to me, so we can fuck every day."
"What about Tommy?"
"Yeah, he's a problem. Fuck, do I sound awful? He's been so good to me too. Sorry. You must think I'm an ungrateful bitch. You are just so perfect. So beautiful. Sorry, I bet you get this all the time. But I mean it, you are."
Jane's mouth sought out Cathy's. "No, I don't think you're those things, but I am thinking that if you want second helpings then we should hurry. The others will be up soon. Whatever you think of your lovely husband, neither of us want to be found by him, doing what we just did."
She stood up and Cathy asked her to strip. "I was wanting to see you naked all the time Tommy was boring you backwards downstairs."
"Cath, no he wasn't..."
"Yeah, he was, I can tell. It's OK, I'm not offended. So come on, I want to see you again. You should be naked all the time, you're so beautiful." Cathy unzipped Jane's skirt and helped her off with her T-shirt and bra. Jane stepped out of her panties. Cathy pulled her close and kissed her breasts. "Now it's your turn again babe," she whispered.
Jane was worried about being discovered, even if Cathy seemed not to be. She suggested they went into the bathroom as there was another door between them, the stairs, and the corridor. Tommy could still catch them, but they would have more warning. Cathy laughed. "We've swapped roles. By the pool I kept worrying and you didn't care, but now I don't seem to care, and you're all scared. Where have you gone Jane? Have you been replaced by an alien life form or something?"
"Cath, darling, what the fuck would you do if Tommy found us? I'm only thinking of you. He can't do anything to me, except hate me, but you..."
Cathy said that Tommy would be unlikely to hate you, as he has the hots for you. When Jane tried to object, she said. "No, seriously, he told me at dinner. He'd never hate you. He wants to..."
"OK, OK, you don't need to spell it out. I hope you don't dislike me because Tommy likes me?" She remembered in high school how she went out with a boy who used to go out with one of her best friends. It almost sabotaged their friendship. Jane hated the idea that Cathy might resent her appealing to Tommy's lust. "You know I did nothing to attract him."
Cathy put her arm around Jane and in the large en-suite bathroom, she nuzzled her head against Jane's breasts and then they were kissing. "Would I be here with you, dying to fuck you, if I hated you? I can hardly hate him for wanting you, when you're all I've been thinking about ever since we met."
Jane was surprised how relaxed Cathy was about Tommy finding out. She was worried enough about Jennie finding them, exposing her lies about how she had no interest in Cathy. In Cathy's shoes, well, she wouldn't be so cool. Cathy was kissing and caressing her, and she felt her excitement mounting. She surrendered to Cathy's probing fingers and mouth, but she still kept her ears pricked for the sounds of Jennie or Tommy coming upstairs to disturb their lovemaking.
(To be continued)