Date: Wed, 15 Sep 2021 02:56:26 +0000
From: Christine Oram <oram_c@hotmail.com>
Subject: Jane's Encounters #14: Jane and Diane

Jane's Encounters: Jane and Diane

It is best to read these stories in order as there is a

continuous narrative, albeit a different episode each time.

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After she got back from her adventures with Sarah and Christine, Jane
slept for about 12 hours, her mind a riot of emotions. Sexually she felt
exhausted, but emotionally she felt conflicted. She wanted Sarah with a
passion, but had had to leave, maybe never to see her again. Then there
was Christine. She had been utterly surprised when she came on to her,
she had had no idea Chris has felt like that. Jane was not sexually
interested in Christine, in fact, if anything, she found her mom more
appealing. Ten years ago, her mom had been rather diverting to her
teenage mind. Large breasts, nice curves, and always very nice to the
rather young and naïve Jane. But Jane was still thinking of the opposite
sex, so she never let any of those different thoughts take root. Chris'
fingering her under the table had been completely unexpected, she did not
know how to react. But Jane was often amenable to flattery, and the
thought that she had so aroused Chris, by just existing in the same room
as her, excited her, so she let her continue. After that, she got a real
sexual kick out of teasing her and letting her fuck her again and again.
The dildo sure did feel good. Then there was the obvious fantasy
fulfillment she was giving Chris when she made her squirt. She couldn't
help but feel gratified that she had such an effect on her. That, in
itself, was a big turn on. It was good for her self confidence that was
for sure. However, when she saw how much Chris really liked her, her
constant apologies, her puppy dog eyes, it irritated her, as she knew she
could not reciprocate. She felt she would end up drowning in syrup. She
flirted with her mom just to annoy her, and to stop Chris so obviously
wanting her. She knew it wouldn't work, but, she had, at least succeeded
in punishing her for daring to want her, which might help her to realize
there was no hope for her dream of the two of them getting together. Her
mom was still sexy though, even 10 years on. As to why Jane had no
interest in Chris, she couldn't say. She was pretty, no question, but no
spark to get her interested. Sad, but true.

Sarah, though, now that was a different matter. She was the real deal. A
walking sex explosion. Jane got excited just thinking of her sexy walk.
Those legs, that ass. Jane felt her stomach drop. What would she do to
get her? Was it possible? She really knew nothing about her. She looked
at the card she had given her. She couldn't bear to look at the photos
she'd taken. She'd only want her more. Fuck, she thought, I'm fucking
in love with her, and I don't even know her. If she got the job, she
could move and maybe they could get together, permanently even. The
thought thrilled her. But if she moved there, there would always be
Christine or her mom, they might eventually meet, unplanned on the street
or somewhere, and it would get more complicated. Oh god, that would be
painful. Why did I let Chris fuck me? I'm just a tease, that's my
problem. Can't say no. But she so wanted me. I couldn't really crush
her dreams then and there could I? Who cares really, I got some great
cums out of it, and Christine got the mother of all orgasms. Wow, I
really made her spray. Jesus, it's great to think I can make someone do
that. On waking from her deep sleep, Jane's thoughts raced through all
these ideas and more, her thoughts tumbling around in her mind, arousing
her and then depressing her.

There were three texts from Roz, and a pulse of adrenaline shot through
her when she saw one from an unknown number. She clicked it and almost
died. Sarah had sent her a picture of herself taken in the mirror dressed
in fishnets, a micro mini, and what must have been 5-inch heels, she had
a leather bustier, and her midriff was bare. Her tits were thrust
forward, and she was smiling, her gray eyes wide with laughter. The text
said.  "I thought I'd put these on for you, I never wear them all at
once, only individually, but thought I'll put them all on together, just
because I'm thinking of you, and thought you'd like it. Still thinking
of our night, putting this on makes me want you really bad! Send me a pic
of you please, I need to..." The next text simply said "cum".

Jane smiled and touched herself. She texted a reply, "Jesus! Don't
tease me. I'll send a pic. I really want to be with you, although not
sure I could stand the heat!!" She added some happy, emoticons. She
wanted to ask who she was with but held off in case she actually found
out. Jane knew that there must be someone in Sarah's life. No one who
looked like her could be single. Lucky bastard, she thought. She wanted
to masturbate over the image, but her emotions were so high, and her
jealousy of Sarah's presumed companion at such a pitch, that she thought
she might be sick. She sent another text, "I feel sick if there is
someone else who gets to have you!" A crying emoticon was sent with it.
Jane waited for a reply but saw that Sarah's text had been sent 45
minutes ago. Too late. Maybe some creep had his, or perhaps even worse,
her hands on beautiful Sarah already.  She opened Roz's. Two asked her
where she was and asked her to text her back, sent before she had gone to
sleep. Jane knew Roz would text her as soon as she got back, but she had
not switched on the phone to avoid feeling she had to answer them. She
had not decided whether to be honest about her trip. She hated lying, but
it would easier than telling her she had fallen in love with an
unattainable, mind-blowingly-sexy escort. She thought she might tell her
about her adventures with Christine, but how would she react if Roz
admitted that she had had a fling with an old friend, "but it meant
nothing"? Better let sleeping dogs lie, perhaps. Oh god, she thought,
why's everything so complicated?

The third text from Roz told her that they were going to a local bar
after work and hoped she could come. She finished the text with "I've
missed you". Jane was touched, the whole tone of the message was
indicating that Roz really had been missing and wanting her. After her
doubts about their relationship she had on occasion, it was quite sweet.
"I can't tell her about Sarah and Chris, she'd be so upset", she
decided to herself, "So I guess I'll be a liar". She was not proud of
herself. She texted back that she would go and added an "I love you" at
the end. Neither of them had ever said this to each other, in the sense
of meaning love not sex. Now she had. As of now, she did love Roz - well
at the very least, she loved her body. She tried not to think of that
photo from Sarah.

Neither Jane nor Rosario had been to any of the bar socials the others at
work had organized, mainly because they happened on Friday, and that was
one of the two nights in the week when Roz came over to Jane's. So far
this had always resulted in them fucking like rabbits late into the
night. Only a few of the younger work colleagues went, and none of the
managers. Both Jane and Roz thought that, as the people who usually went
to these things were a good 5 years younger than them, they might not fit
in so well, although Jane didn't know how old Roz was. There were 3
young guys in particular who apparently hung out together a lot. They had
arrived a month or two after Jane, straight from college. By then she and
Roz were together.  Roz said they were actually pretty nice guys, but
rather over polite around her. Jane said they were probably scared of her
or intimidated. "You've no idea how you are a young man's perfect wet
dream."

Roz laughed, "Fuck off, don't give me that shit."

"No really, you are. I should know, you were, and are, mine."

"Well, you never talk to them. They think you're snooty."

Jane grimaced. "Really? Oh god, I'm not, am I?"

"Not really, but you're in a different league. I mean those boys can
talk to the stupid Spanish chick - that's me - but you, Jane, well
that's a different thing altogether."

"Why?" Jane expressed surprised, but she had realized that it was true
she had barely said anything to them, although she often would drop in to
see Roz in her office. Roz had given her a somewhat exasperated look,
"Eres sexy, pero estúpido a veces."

"What?"

"Oh nothing. Forget it, preciosa." Jane ended up none the wiser.

Jane was now committed to going, so she showered, washed and dried her
hair and did her nails. Naked in the bathroom of her apartment she
applied a touch of mascara and dark berry red lipstick. Then, unusually
for her, she put a dab of scent on too. She wondered what to wear. The
thought of Sarah and her photo had already aroused her. Memories of her
cinema experience of over a year ago suddenly swept over her. Those sexy
girls. Oh my god, that was something, she thought. After putting on her
panties, she got out the gray minidress she had worn back then. Better
have a bra this time she thought, so on it went. She paired the dress
with a pair of green satin open toe stiletto sandals. Although these were
not the shoes she had worn during her cinema adventure, the association
and the feel of the dress brought it all back. She took a few shots of
herself in the mirror, one with her holding up the hem of the dress to
show her white underwear and texted them to Sarah with the words,
"Thinking of you in that outfit. I can't match it, but will this do?"
The reply came about 2 minutes later, "Love it! You look gorgeous. Mouth
watering. Got to go. Hope to talk/see you later."

Looking at Sarah's photo and reading the text made her want to
masturbate, but she resisted the urge, it was 6:30 and she knew that the
others would have started drinking at 5:30 or so. Better get there quick.


She arrived outside the bar to find Roz talking with one of their
colleagues, Jody, who was a pretty woman who worked for Jim. They turned
and greeted Jane, both Jody and Roz grinned at her. "You look nice,"
Jody said. Jane thanked her, smiling back at them both. Jody excused
herself and said, "See you inside". Roz came over and they embraced.
"Fuck Jane, you look hot. That dress, wow". Jane kissed her on the
mouth, and Roz returned it, her hand on Jane's ass. "You look pretty
hot yourself, love your leggings," Jane lowered her voice
conspiratorially and whispered into her ear, "and your legs aren't bad
either." Jane's heart was pounding, Rosario looked better than hot. All
her thoughts of Sarah vanished. Rosario looked as though she'd just come
from the gym. Black, leather-look, high-waisted shiny leggings showed off
her great legs and ass, and her sleeveless vest with sports bra
underneath showed her toned arms. Together with her mass of curly brown
hair and gold necklace and white sneakers, Jane wondered why she had ever
considered anyone else. Her passion was stronger than ever.

Their faces met again and Roz's mane of hair mingled with Jane's rather
spectacular long waves of hair that fell over her shoulders and back.
"Jane, I've missed you so fucking much, but it's worth it to see you
in this dress." She pulled the tight material, she kissed Jane again and
whispered. "I'm stripping it off you later, if you'll let me." Jane
laughed, "Come on, let's get a drink." Roz enjoyed the view of Jane's
ass as she walked into the bar, stepping carefully in her stilettos.

The bar was not full, but there was a good hubbub of voices. Jane
recognized and counted about ten of her work colleagues, more men than
women, she made a point of smiling at the three dudes she and Roz had
exchanged views on previously. They grinned enthusiastically at her. She
went over and gave each of them a kiss on the cheek. She was gratified to
see that it obviously gave them a real kick. Roz had clearly got to know
them better than she had when she and Jane last talked about them as she
seemed to be flirting with them. Laughing, she said, "now Jane's kissed
you, you won't want poor little me." A chorus of "Not true," "No,
you'll always be first for my heart's desire", and "Well, what did
you expect? You're nothing to me anymore", coupled with boozy laughter.
One of the guys, John, asked Jane what she'd like to drink. The
resulting vodka and tonic slipped down nicely and she, Roz, and the dudes
were soon chatting away. Jane could see that all of them really had the
hots for Roz and she lapped up the attention, with lots of touching,
flicking of hair, leg crossing, and shifting in her seat, which gave them
lots of views of her tantalizing legs in those leggings. They were very
funny, and Jane laughed a lot as the drinks came and went. Jane wondered
why Roz was flirting so obviously with them, although she had to admit
she was too, although not as much as Roz. Both of them were enjoying the
attention they were getting from the three, probably oversexed guys, who,
not surprisingly, were extremely interested in the two hot women. John
asked if Jane wanted to go and see a movie after they finished here. He
was as drunk as Jane was and had plucked up the courage to ask her. Jane
let him down gently by making up an excuse. About 10 mins later, Phil,
Jane hoped that was his name, as she had been calling him this for some
time, asked her whether she liked Thai food. She said she did, which
naturally led him to ask her out afterwards. After he had done so he
added, "Don't take this the wrong way, but you're super attractive,
well I think so." Jane liked him, he was really nice looking, so she
leant over to him and put her hand on his wrist and said "Compliment
accepted. Yeah, I'd like that, let's ask the others". The three guys
acted nonchalantly, but inside they were thrilled. The two best-looking
girls in the office, if not the whole fucking world.

Roz who had been high intensity flirting, looked daggers at Jane for a
second. She wanted Jane for herself tonight. Roz moved next to Jane and
whispered "Why did you agree? I want you tonight." She was quite drunk.
Jane was not delighted at Roz's flirting and whispered sharply in her
ear, "Come on, you've been playing with them all evening, don't get
pissed at me. You told me to be nice to them anyway. I'd hate to be
thought snooty." Roz showed no recognition at Jane's "snooty"
comment. Jane put her hand on Roz's lower back and playfully pushed her
fingers under the top of the waist of her leggings. Jane was irritated
with her, and her excessive, damned come-ons to the boys, but Jane could
not help but be turned on by Roz's legs in the faux leather skintight
leggings that were stimulating her desire. John and Phil exchanged
smiles, observing the two girls talking to each other very closely.
"You're not snooty, chica, but fucking inconsiderate sometimes," Roz
said quietly.

Jane removed her hand and got up. She was suddenly angry with Roz.
"Don't chica me. I need a break from you otherwise I'll scream." Roz
realized Jane was annoyed and jealous, but she was too drunk to control
herself. "You're beautiful when you're angry," she muttered. She
meant it too, but Jane said to the others, her brown eyes flashing. "I
need a change guys, we'll meet up later, ignore Ms Rodriguez, she's
hammered."

The guys looked sheepish. "Uh, OK," said Pete, the third guy. Jane
moved across the room. Four sets of eyes followed her toned body,
perfectly displayed in the short, tight dress.

"What'd you say to her?" John asked, looking at Roz.

"I dunno, perhaps she was jealous," she said. She was annoyed at
herself, she'd now screwed up being with her beautiful girl, and all
because, she was trying too hard to be popular. She knew that although
these guys really liked her, she also sensed they really liked Jane too,
and wanted her to stay. "Sorry y'all," Roz started, "I think I blew
your chances there. Me and my big mouth."

"I don't get it. Why'd she go?" John tried to mask his obvious
disappointment.

"Yeah, she's hot for starters", muttered Phil.

"Too right there. Not that you aren't Roz, of course," Pete said.

"She'll be back, don't worry guys. Now which one of you is going to
buy me a drink?" Roz hoped it was true, but she felt that she had made a
poor choice by not immediately making it up with Jane.

Jane saw Jody at the bar talking to another two women, she didn't know.
Jody introduced her to Judy, who was a middle-aged woman who worked in
Human Resources. "I remember when we hired you," she said on being
introduced. Jane seemed to remember Roz had said something about her once
but couldn't remember what.

"And this is Diane, she works in customer service. She's been
everywhere and has done everything." Jane had noticed her earlier. She
was older than Jane and she found her much more interesting. "Wow, your
hair is...fantastic," Jane gushed. "Sorry, I'm Jane. I just love your
hair." The woman was slim and in very good shape. In a close fitting,
knee-length, dark red dress, black hose, and black, heeled pumps. Nice
shapely calves too, she thought. Her hair was brown, but it had blonde,
flecked, highlights. It looked great on her. Jane guessed that when she
was younger, she would have been stunning. High cheekbones, light green,
hypnotic eyes. She still looked very good. Her voice was like butter.
"Hello Jane, I've heard a lot about you, so nice to meet you. Would you
like a drink?" Another vodka and tonic entered her system, and Jane
began to feel sleepy. Diane took her hand, "Would you like to sit? We
can go over here". Leaving Jody and Judy, they walked to a booth away
from the bar chatter. Jane looked enviously at Roz laughing with the
guys. Jane wanted her bad. Jane and Diane had a good view of Roz and the
guys at the bar, and she saw a few other colleagues in deep conversation
at other tables.

Diane smiled and they chattered about work. Jane liked her; she was very
easy to talk to. In due course they got around to talking about more
personal things. Diane asked if she was married, although she saw she
didn't have a wedding ring, but this means little these days, she
thought. So, Jane told her her usual narrative -- boyfriend breaking up
with her because of wealthy rival girlfriend, her feelings of bitterness
and so on. All so well rehearsed and plausible. True as far as it went,
but, of course, not the whole story. Diane listened intently. "Well,
I'm not very interesting. Got married at 21, two children, and then 2
years ago my husband got a fatal aortic dissection, and that was it, I'm
on my own now."

"I'm really sorry, that's so sad. Maybe you'll find someone else, if
you want someone that is."

"Oh no, I'm ok. I don't want to go down that road again, once was
enough."

"Oh sorry, I meant..."

"No, it's ok, don't worry about me, but what about you? I think you
need someone, although maybe you have someone already?" Jane was about
to make something up about a boyfriend, but she suddenly realized that
Diane would probably be able to tell if she was lying. There was
something that made her think she was holding something back.

"Well, there's no one really at present..."

"What about Rosario Rodriguez? I think she may be important to you."

Jane blushed, "Am I that obviously a dyke?" she thought to herself.
Diane smiled; her green eyes were really striking. "Don't worry, I'm
not clairvoyant or something, but I saw you with her before you came
in."

"Sorry, I don't know what you saw, but..." Jane stammered in
embarrassment.

"Relax, Jane, I'm not judging. The way you kissed each other, and your
hand, um, under her waist band. I've been around enough to know the
signs, it's not hard to see. I was young once too."

"Yes, sorry. Yes, I do like Roz...a lot." They both looked over at Roz
sitting on her stool. Fuck she is sexy thought Jane. Her hand was resting
on her right thigh as she was talking energetically to John. "I want my
hand to be there, touching her, feeling her leg," she thought. "Oh
fuck, why is she flirting? And why was I? Neither of us are really into
men. "

"Well, between you and me, I don't blame you. She is a very sexy
girl." Diane said, matter of factly. "If I was younger, I'd may well
want to kiss her too. No, correction. I would make it a point to kiss
her, just like you did."

"Diane, are you trying to seduce me, or something, you old fox?" Jane
knew the signs.

Now Diane seemed embarrassed. "Oops, was I that obvious? And less of the
"old."

Jane laughed, tossing her hair. "Well, you look great, however old you
are. I'm 32 years old, and still unwilling to come out, and without
anyone special, as Roz seems have rejected me tonight."

"For your information, I'm 47, and my hair is going gray. I have to do
this highlighting to stop me feeling old."

"I don't care. I'd be glad to look like you when I reach 47." Jane
realized she was a bit aroused, despite the drink. Diane had a great
figure. "I think you're beautiful." Once she said it, she felt wetness
in her groin.

"Now who's doing the seduction?" Diane laughed. "You're very kind to
lie so convincingly. I think you should stop before you get Rosario
jealous." Roz was looking at them. Jody and Judy had joined the crowd
over there.

"Fuck she looks hot when she's pissed." Jane said, feeling aroused,
annoyed, and drunk.

"No argument from me there. About the flirting, does she swing both
ways, in which case you may have something to worry about? Just look."
Jane felt sick, John was kissing Roz, his arms around her. Her toned arms
were around his neck and their lips stayed together far longer than could
possibly be anything other than sexual. Diane held Jane's hand under the
table. Her grip was firm. "I'm really sorry. Affairs of the heart, they
are so difficult sometimes."

"I don't know with Roz; we've only been together a short time. I know
so little about her. Fuck, maybe she is bi." Jane wanted to leave; she
couldn't stand it. John and Roz were now standing up. His hand was on
her pert ass, her buttocks clearly defined by the black shiny leggings.
Jane guessed she had no underwear on. That would be totally Roz.

Diane could see her beautiful companion was in distress, she felt bad for
her. She put her hand on Jane's bare thigh. "Jane, dear, you're worth
a thousand Rosarios, don't let her upset you. I know her a little, I
think she's trying to get to you. It's not real. She told me once she
thinks you are the most amazing woman she ever met. I didn't realize she
meant it in all ways. I had no idea you were interested in her in...that
way." Her hand was warm on Jane's leg. The flesh was firm and felt
good. "For what it's worth I'm no lesbian, but I think you are amazing
too".

Jane suddenly wanted to kiss Diane, but the I'm no lesbian remark
stopped her, as did the inevitable gossip it would engender among
everyone. "Jesus, Diane, can you stop coming on to me? I really don't
need it right now".

The hand left her leg. Diane looked hurt, "Sorry, I wasn't actually.
I'd better shut up."

Jane stood up, a little unsteady. The dress clung to every curve, her
breasts perfect, her strong arms, and her heart-stopping legs in their
stiletto sandals. The crowd of colleagues at the bar turned to looked at
her. Roz twisted and fixed her eyes on Jane's. Jane bent down, and gave
Diane a peck on the cheek, Jane's ass, sticking out as she bent down,
was erotic and enticing. Diane could smell her scent. "Bye bye, Diane.
Lovely to meet you. I can't take any more tonight, it's all too much.
See you Monday."

"Jane, sorry if you thought I was..."

"No really, it's ok. I know you were only trying to be nice. I don't
mind." Jane knew nothing of the sort, but it was true she didn't mind.
Clutching her bag, Jane walked swiftly out of the bar, saying goodbye to
Judy who was at the door. The air was delightfully cool on her bare arms
and legs. She walked down the sidewalk for a few minutes, and then heard
someone shout "Jane, wait up!" It was Phil, he was breathing heavily.
He touched her bare shoulder. "Jane, what about Thai? You're not really
leaving. Why?"

Jane didn't know what to say. "I'm having a childish tiff with my
girlfriend, so I can't eat with you all," is what she should say, but
of course she couldn't. "We really want you to come with us. You
suggested it. Please come on back. Won't you?" Phil voice was
pleading.

"Is it just you who wants me or is it all of you?" she asked. Phil was
now lost for words. They all wanted her back, but he knew something had
happened between Roz and her, so if he said so, perhaps she still
wouldn't come. He really wanted her to come out. She looked so glamorous
just standing looking at him. "Well, I really, really want you to come.
I've been looking forward to it ever since you suggested it. The others
too, even Roz wants you". Jane knew the boys wanted her, but "even
Roz" made it sound like Roz had not actually said so.

"Phil, nothing personal, but I'm having a bad night, I can't make it
this time: sorry I asked you and then become a total no show". Jane's
voice was honey. "I don't know, I just don't think I can take it
tonight." Phil could listen to her all day. "It's really nothing to do
with you or the others. I like you all. Roz is fun. You'll have a good
time without me".

"Jane, please change your mind, I'll come clean your office every day
in return." They both laughed. "Come on, as you can tell, I, I mean we,
all really like you." Jane smiled a warm feeling flowing over her. It
was nice to be liked. She kissed him on the cheek. "I like you too, but
I really gotta go. Tell everyone I'll see you on Monday." Phil gave up
and looked on sadly as Jane called a cab. He rushed and opened the door
for her. He admired, once again, her long bare legs as she slid into the
cab. "Thanks, you're a gentleman!" she said. Her smile was
intoxicating. Phil wanted to kiss her, but of course he didn't. He
smiled wanly and closed the door. The cab sped off rather quickly and she
was home in 20 minutes. Phil had to go back to the bar and explain that
he had failed in his mission. They would all mad at him. In truth, if
Rosario had come out and said what he said, Jane probably would be with
them now and he knew it.

Jane got home, kicked off her shoes, and lay on her bed. A bad night. Roz
should be with her now, and yet both were pissed at each other. Jane
didn't understand. Was Roz interested in John? Was she bi? Was she going
to go back with him? The thought of her with John, infuriated Jane. She
knew for a fact that Roz wanted her, she had said she wanted her tonight.
Why the flirting? She had only asked them all for dinner, it wasn't like
she asked them to her bed. The thought of John's hands on Roz's tits
and ass, or worse case, his dick inside her, positively hurt Jane. Maybe
she should have succumbed to Diane's seduction. She now rather wished
she had gone back with her or brought her here. She was older, but very
attractive. Am I becoming interested in older women? She thought of
Sophie. Sophie was a total knockout irrespective of age, so Diane's
attractiveness was rather unexpected. She thought of her hair, and those
green eyes, and her calves in their black hose with the heels, the curve
of her hips through her dress. "Ok, I like her. So what?" She thought.
All this didn't alter the fact that she thought Roz, fucking child that
she is, was sexier than anyone she knows, apart from Sarah, of course.
She leaves Diane in the shade. Still, she tried to imagine Diane at age
30. She felt her pussy moistening up.

She heard a text arrive. She hoped it would be an apology from Roz, but
no. She opened it, and first had no idea who it was from. Then she saw it
finished with "Diane". Fuck, won't that woman leave me alone? The
message said:

"Jane. Really sorry to drive you away. I was going to suggest dinner. I
liked our chat. Sorry you thought I had other interests in mind but
honored that you confided in me. After you left (I was going to write
"stormed out", but that seems too strong). I went over and asked Roz,
innocently -- I didn't tell her I knew about you 2, why you and she
seemed to have fallen out (from being such friends I meant). I can tell
you she looked very unhappy with me and my question. She said something
like, what does she see in you? To which I replied I didn't know what
she was talking about, I've only just met you. She gave me her famous
scowl and said that I was a lying perra or puta or something. I tore her
off a strip for that. She apologized after John and the others stepped
forward to defend what I said. Anyway, without giving anything away about
you and her, I got the impression, that she's really unhappy about it
all. All I can say, if it's any consolation, is that she clearly wished
it had all never happened. I'd say she was acting a part with John
(didn't I say that?} to somehow get back at you for not being with her,
but of course I don't know. She didn't seem very happy that John
defended me. That may be because he thought I was right, or because he
knows he better be nice to me work-wise, whereas the lovely Roz is, to
tread delicately, less important. So that's it. I bet you are steaming
and sad at home right now. Tell me to stop interfering and I will, but I
really enjoyed talking with you. I'd come over if you want and we can
have a talk etc. but you probably think I'm just after some young meat.
Not guilty, your honor! I hope we can still be friends on Monday. I'll
say no more. I'll wait and see if you want to talk to me again, so I
won't make the first move. If that's it and you decide you want nothing
more to do no with me, then I understand, I may be middle aged, but I
remember being young once. I'm also wary of being charged with sexual
harassment. Truly not my intention, as I hope you know."

Jane read the text many times. Half of her wanted Diane to come over
immediately, the other half said she was easy prey at a time like this.
She resisted and replied, with her real thoughts not included:

"Diane, you fox. You're not old, just experienced... (she felt her pussy
contract when she wrote that. My god I'm such a tart, she thought) ...thx
for the text. So nice that you tried to work it out with Roz for me (she
really is lovely, isn't she?). But you needn't have bothered, she'll
do what she wants. Frankly I don't care (yes, I fucking do care!)
anymore. She can be as childish as she likes, because I won't be there
for her anymore. (Diane's information about John had not helped) I'll
probably speak to you again, maybe even on Monday, if you're lucky. Just
don't put your hand on my thigh again, or all your protestations of
innocence will have been wasted."

Jane was about to touch send, when she thought better of it and removed
the last clause about her thigh. Fuck, what's got into me? She thought,
I'm my own worst enemy.