She had to be uncomfortable and when I slid my hand between her legs, I felt her slick desire. I wasn’t about to leave her wanting. When I went to move down so I could return the delicious way she made me come, she stopped me. “I want to be face to face. I missed looking into your beautiful eyes. I missed the feel of your lips against mine.”
“Anything you want.”
I straddled Jane’s hips rubbing my pussy against hers. My desire mixing with hers. Leaning down, I kissed her lips as she moaned and scratched her nails down my back. When she pulled me closer, my hard nipples grazed her skin drawing moans from both of us. Nothing felt as good as being skin to skin with Jane.
As I pressed my hand between her thighs, our mouths met in a slow languid kiss. Being this close to her, I had to taste her. At least once until she let me go down on her.
I dipped my fingers into her warm pussy then brought my fingers to my mouth to taste her. I never taking my eyes off of hers.
“Fuck,” Jane moaned as she brought my mouth back to hers. There were no more languid kisses. It was all desperation and need. I let her set the pace as I slipped my fingers into her. She moved against my hand until I felt her clench my fingers. That was when I circled my thumb around her clit until she cried out for me. It was everything I had dreamed about the past few weeks. She was everything I dreamed of.
After returning with two bottled waters, I crawled back into bed with the most beautiful woman I had ever seen.
Jane after sex was intoxicating.
“Now that we’re together, we should have regular naked days. I like seeing you strut around my place with your breasts and ass jiggling with your every movement.” Jane slapped my ass to prove how jiggly my ass was.
“That better be a compliment,” I warned though I knew exactly what she meant. There was nothing sexier than seeing Jane naked.
“Oh, it is. In fact, I’m jealous. I have small tits and boy hips. I’ve been jealous of girls like you my whole life. At least until the club.”
“The Club? Why’s that?”
“I don’t know. The way you took me in the bathroom made me feel sexy. Desired.”
I managed not to snort at the idea of her not being sexy. “I thought you were sexy and desirable from day one. Even under your nun clothes.”
Jane laughed making her small tits bounce.
Perfection.
“You’re incredibly sexy, Jane. You have long firm legs that are even sexier when they’re circled around me.” I rolled on top of her and she thankfully got my hint and wrapped her legs around me. “You have perfect tits that are just the right size for me to suck on.” I showed her what I meant just in case she didn’t believe me. “Silky hair that I love running my fingers through when we kiss.” Our mouths met as she held me against her naked body. “And don’t get me started on your pussy.” I moved down her body to place a sweet kiss on the very spot I was talking about before I moved back up.
“I like the way you see me,” Jane whispered as she kissed me back then traced her fingers down my body. “I like everything about you.”
Jane made a point to show me again, how much she liked me.
“Your friends at the club and people at your work call you Melissa,” I pointed out as I relished in my relaxed state.
“First of all, the women at the club are not my friends and second my name is Melissa Jane. You are the only one who has ever called me Jane. I don’t want you to stop. Being Jane was the first time I ever felt like myself. You are the first person to ever see me. Who I really am.”
“You will always be Jane to me and I like the person I met with every week.”
Her smile grew as she leaned in and kissed my lips. “We should probably finally talk.”
“I agree,” I said against her lips.
“So,” She leaned back. “Tell me everything.”
We both lied on her sides looking at each other as I asked, “Everything?”
“Everything. I think I should know who I’m falling for.”
I liked the sound of that.
“I’m a student, a part-time nanny and a former call-girl. I’m graduating from college in a few weeks.”
“I remember you telling me that.” Her voice rose as she asked, “Am I invited?”
“I’d love for you to come.”
Jane bit her lip as she gently ran her thumb across my lips. My excitement was tamped down when I realized that I still needed to tell her something that might change her mind about me. “I need to tell you something.”
Jane’s hand dropped, and her smile turned worried. “I hate those words.”
“I told you that I’m going to graduate school but I didn’t tell you that it’s out of state.”
Jane sighed as she rolled to her back and stared up at the ceiling. My breath caught as I waited for her to say something.
I prayed that she wanted to still give us a chance.
I had my answer when she rolled over, took my hand in hers and said, “We’ll figure this out. I want to be with you. If we have to do a long distance relationship we will. I’m not ready to give you up yet.”
“Me neither.”
Jane gave me a soft smile. “Are we crazy for wanting to be together?”
Wiping a stray tear, I laughed. “Absolutely.”
6
Jane moved towards me as water dripped down her naked body leaving dark droplets on the bedding. I groaned at the sight of her breasts hanging down. Her pink nipples begged for me to suck on them. The small patch of hair between her thighs reminded me of the taste of her desire as she undulated against my face not an hour ago. Jane bit her lip as she covered my soft body with her trim tight body that had me wanting to touch her again. “I can’t get enough of you,” she growled. I pressed my thighs together and couldn’t hold back a whimper. I felt the same way.
After two days of having her to myself, I wondered if I would ever get tired of being with her.
Touching her.
Licking her.
Fucking her.
Sleeping snuggled against her.
As I stared into her eyes, I had a feeling it would never be enough.
A smile tugged at my lips. I had just woken up a few minutes ago after a multi-orgasm induced nap and here I was needing her–again. Sometime between after fucking the energy right out of me and now, she had gotten into the shower. The water dripping down her pale skin was proof and the reason I needed to get my hands back on her.
The pounding on the front door startled us. “No,” I whined as I fell back against the bed. I was too horny to move.
Jane’s sexy smile disappeared and was replaced with frustration. “Angel, can you get that while I dry off and get dressed? It’s probably the Chinese food I ordered.”
I couldn’t help smile as I rolled off the bed and tugged on one of Jane’s robes. I was half tempted to ignore the door and join Jane in the bathroom and maybe talk her into to showering with me. Just remembering the last time we bathed together had my stomach tightening and my nipples pebbling.
A resigned sigh escaped my lips as I tied the robe and left the bedroom without taking a peek at my naked woman.
Another hard, impatient knock sounded on the door. Then I heard a familiar voice yelling from the other side of the door–Jane's ex-fiancé, Robert.
What did he want?
I stood with my hand on the doorknob debating whether I should open it. The choice was taken from me when I heard the knob rattle then the familiar sound of the door unlocking. I stepped back just as the door swung open.
“Melissa!” Robert bellowed. “We have to go….” His yell died off as he stepped inside and found me standing there wearing Jane’s robe.
A smile tugged at his lips as he took me in from head to toe then suddenly his smile disappeared behind a grimace as his brows turned in. “Why are you here and why the fuck are you wearing my fiancé’s robe?”
Before I could respond, his eyes widened, and his smile returned with a chuck
le. Stunned silent, I stared as he began undoing his tie. “Oh my god! I can’t believe she finally agreed to it!” He stalked forward with a familiar look in his eyes.
Lust.
No matter how many times I had seen it, I had never felt so afraid of that look then at that moment. I stepped back as he kept walking toward me like a predator. I called out for Jane, but her name got stuck in my throat as he threw the tie on the ground. “I have to admit, this is really bad timing, since Melissa and I have to be at my parent's house in thirty minutes, but she isn’t known for her smarts, now is she?”
The way he talked about Jane, rankled me more than his predatory actions. I wasn’t about to stand still and let him put her down. I pointed my finger at him. “Don’t you ever talk about her that way.”
He chuckled as he kept undoing the buttons on his shirt. “You’re right. Melissa is a genius who is finally giving me a threesome that I’ve been begging for since the first time I fucked her.”
My stomach dropped as I tightened the robe around me suddenly feeling the need to cover up. As I tried to hide as much skin as possible in Jane’s slinky robe, I attempted to calm my racing heart. “We’re not having a threesome!” I stated. I took another step back until my legs hit the back of a chair.
“Don’t tease me,” he said in a way that sounded like he thought we were playing a game. “I’ve been dying to fuck you since the moment I met you in Melissa’s office.”
“Robert? What are you doing here?” Jane asked as she stepped out of her bedroom wearing only a t-shirt and panties. Her wet hair soaked the top of her shirt and her tight nipples poked through the thin material drawing my attention to her perfect firm breasts. My eyes trailed down to her long sexy legs that had been wrapped around me earlier. A wave of affection hit me at the same time as a choked sound coming from Robert. I turned back to him to see him eyeing Jane the same way I had moments ago.
I wanted to kick him in the balls to keep him from staring at my woman, but then it hit me.
Robert had entered the apartment with a key.
He called her ‘fiancé.’
He said that they had plans.
Did she lie? Were they still together?
A painful stab to my heart would have hurt less than realizing that she lied to me.
Jane wasn’t mine.
How could I be so stupid?
I ran to the bedroom to change my clothes and to grab my things. As I passed Jane, she reached for my hand, but I pulled away. The hurt in her eyes killed me but how could she think I would be okay with her this especially after this weekend? I wanted to be with just her, and I thought she wanted the same.
“Don’t,” I whimpered as I left her alone in the living room with Robert.
Closing the door between us, I took a moment to draw in a deep breath and to try to calm all the thoughts and emotions running through me.
I couldn't remember anything hurting more than this. It felt like my heart literally broke.
I should have known this would have never worked considering how I met Jane.
The closed door between me and them muffled their voices. I noticed they had gotten louder, but I couldn’t understand what they argued about.
Did it even matter?
Since I didn’t want to wear my clothes that I had worn to the party, I searched Jane’s closet for something to wear. Even though she was tall and slender compared to me, I managed to find some sweats, a tank top, and flip-flops that fit well enough. After stuffing my dress into my bag, I picked up my high heels and took a deep breath before leaving the bedroom.
The moment I stepped out, the yelling stopped, but I felt Jane’s anger radiate off of her. It made me want to go to her to help calm her down, but I couldn’t. “Angel, please don’t go.” Jane followed me as I rushed passed.
“Yeah, Angel, please don’t go,” Robert repeated with a grin that sent a chill down my spine.
“Robert…” Jane warned, but he ignored her.
“Can I give you a lift home?” he asked as I passed him.
“Goddammit, Robert! Shut up!” Jane screamed with a panicked voice.
I didn’t bother to respond as I swung the door open. Jane caught it before I could slam it shut. “Angel, please stay. Let me explain.”
Shaking my head, I held back tears that threatened to escape. “I can’t,” I managed to say as I rushed to the open elevator.
I watched as her chest rose and fell quickly. Her pained eyes stared into mine as the doors closed between us.
When I climbed into my car, I finally let the pain hit me. It hurt so much that I wanted to blame Jane for lying, Robert for meeting Jane first. I even wanted to blame Becky for getting me that stupid call-girl job, but really, I only had myself to blame. I knew better than to fall for someone who paid me to have sex. Banging my fists on the stirring wheel, I screamed until my anger turned to pain. Until my screams turned to pain filled sobs.
Once I managed to calm down enough to clear my vision, I drove home hoping that Becky wasn’t there. I didn't want to explain why I hadn't been home all weekend or why I looked like shit.
After parking in my space in front of my apartment building, I took a few minutes to wipe my eyes and take a few stabilizing breaths. There was nothing I could do to hide my red-rimmed eyes and pink nose from my emotional outburst. I crossed my fingers hoping I wouldn’t run into anybody before I could lock myself in my bedroom.
Right before I reached my apartment, I noticed a figure sitting in front of my door. As I neared, my emotions got stuck in the back of my throat.
What was she doing here?
She noticed me at the same time and rose until she stood with her purse over one shoulder and a suitcase at her feet. “I tried calling you, but you didn’t answer your cell phone, and nobody answered your door.”
I wanted to rush to her and let her hold me, but I held back. I hated for her to see me like this. “Mom? What are you doing here?”
To be continued…
Her Client Part 7
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Dedication
For Roman and Emily.
Also for Margaret and girlfriend. Thank you for messaging me and sharing your story. It was the boost I needed.
Note From Author
I have loved writing Angel and Jane’s story from beginning to end. If you enjoyed it, you can thank my daughters Emily and Roman who talked me into writing something so completely out of my comfort zone.
For those of you who waited months for the ending, I apologize. I really had planned to have it done a few weeks after the last one but….life… Anyway, I hope I made the wait worth it and thanks for sticking with me.
I promise there are more stories on the horizon including Jayla and Lisa’s but I swear, I will not write another serial.
Thanks for reading!!!
~Sally~
1
How could my day start out like this, with me thrilled to be wrapped around the woman I was crazy about, to suddenly be rushing out of her condo feeling like my heart had been crushed?
As I drove home from Jane’s…Melissa, whoever she was, wearing her clothes, my mind repeatedly went over the past hour. All I could think was….Jane lied to me.
I couldn’t remember the last time I felt so heartbroken and yet so angry at the same time. Spending the weekend with Jane had been perfect right up until the moment her fiancé showed up.
Fiancé.
The dagger in my heart sunk in a little deeper thinking about Jane with him. It wasn’t an hour ago that I thought she was mine and I was hers. I could st
ill feel the press of her lips against mine. Her silky skin beneath my fingers. Her breathy gasp when I made her come. And now…
Shaking my head, I tried to focus on something else. Anything else. But like every other day since I met her, she was always there in the back of my mind.
All I wanted to do was hide away in my bedroom and cry, and maybe drink.
Definitely, drink.
Crossing my fingers, I hoped my roommate Becky wasn’t home. I didn’t want to explain where I had been all weekend.
As I parked my car in front of my apartment building, I wondered how much alcohol it would take to make me forget Jane. Gripping my party dress, I jogged to my front door wondering if I should have stopped for more alcohol.
I was still ruminating over it when the person I least expected to see stood in front of my apartment door.
“Mom.” It was more of a sigh of relief than a question.
My mother was here.
Wait.
My mom was here?
She had only visited once since I started college four years ago. With so many kids in my family, money was always tight and my parents never wanted to spend it on travel.
“Hi, my sweet Angel,” My mother stepped toward me with unsure steps as she held her arms open for me. All my ramped-up emotions overwhelmed me at once. After spending the weekend in the arms of Jane only to find out she was still engaged had me feeling like I was having an emotional crisis. So, I ran into my mother’s arms and let her hold me.
During those brief minutes, I was her little girl, and she was still my mommy. I wasn’t a woman with a broken heart, but a daughter with a broken heart.
Releasing her tight hold, my mother placed her hands on my shoulders as she glanced up and down my body. I didn’t need a mirror to know I probably looked like a wreck and not just emotionally. I was wearing Jane’s clothes while clutching my party dress from Lisa’s birthday party.
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