Date: Fri, 09 Apr 2004 09:45:02 +0000
From: Karen A <kindakaren@hotmail.com>
Subject: Letter to Jane

Letter to Jane, by Karen A.

This is my first attempt at anything like this, so I'd appreciate any
feedback..... (kindakaren@hotmail.com). It is a work of fiction, but is
based on real events. If you like it, I might write more.....I've quite
enjoyed doing this!

Darling Jane,

Thank you for your lovely letter and all your advice - it really means a lot
to me having you to talk to about these matters, and I have taken on board
all that you said, however things have moved on rather fast recently....

I'll try and tell you the story in the right order, I'm sure you want to
know! Although she got back last Sunday, I didn't see Jacqui at work on
Monday, she left a message saying she wouldn't be in until Thursday, however
on Tuesday morning there was a note stuck on the monitor of my computer. It
was from Jacqui, asking me (very formally) if I would like to meet her for a
drink at her house on Wednesday night. She said she'd be uncontactable for
the rest of the day, but to leave a message if I couldn't make it. I was
frankly excited and terrified at the same time.....I didn't know whether I
ought to dress up or not, but I guessed we might be going out, so I glammed
up a bit after work - hair up, long black skirt, thin silky top (no bra!),
and a little black jacket to preserve my modesty (Pete nearly got into a
fight with some bloke the other week after he started makiing remarks about
my nipples - I think sometimes discretion is required). Pete recently bought
me a couple of thongs - purely for his benefit - and I couldn't resist the
temptation to put a pair on under the skirt.....

Jacqui lives a bit out of town in a large house with it's own grounds (her
husband's family are rolling in it, and he's the only child and heir to
millions, apparently) I've been there before to pick her up, but I've never
been inside. I nearly didn't get out of the car when I pulled up I was so
nervous, but I forced myself to go and ring the doorbell. Jacqui answered
the door and showed me in - she looked gorgeous, tanned (sunbed!), wearing a
white dress which just screamed "very expensive"! She makes me feel very
dowdy sometimes. We went through into the living room, which is about the
size of the whole of Pete's flat and she offered me a glass of wine. I sat
on the sofa, and she sat on a chair opposite. Then she really suprised me by
picking a spliff up off the table and lighting it. I don't know why, but I'd
never associated her with that - which is odd, given that she's pretty
unconventional in most other ways. She offered me the spliff, and we
nattered for a while, getting mellow. Then she suddenly got serious.
"Michelle, there's something I've got to talk to you about."
My mouth went instantly dry, and my hands started shaking. My stomach was
doing sommersalts.
"Years ago, when I was living in the States, I went to a party with a load
of Air Hostesses. It was pretty wild, and there were lots of drugs and drink
flying around, and I got pretty out of it. A girl of about my own age came
up to me, and we got chatting. I don't quite know how it happened but before
I knew it she was kissing me, really kissing me, tongues, the works. I must
have responded because she dragged me into the bathroom, locked the door and
stuck her hand in my knickers. I don't remember too much about it, because I
was so out of it, but I do remember we made each other cum. Two days later
she tracked me down and we did it sober in her hotel room, which was when I
discovered that I like sex with women as well as men."
I must have had a stunned look on my face, because she said:
"Don't tell me I've shocked you, Michelle? If you weren't expecting me to
say something like that, then I've got you completely wrong."
"No, I'm not shocked, I thought you might......"
She took a really long toke on the spliff and said "You know I want you,
don't you?"
Now I really was shaking! And my nipples were like pencil rubbers! I nodded,
my mouth was too dry to speak. Jacqui carried on , really calmly:
"I don't want you to think that I run around seducing young women, I don't.
I've only had a couple of relationships with women,and they've all been
people that I've known before, as friends. If you don't feel the same way
about me, it won't make any difference to our friendship. But I'm pretty
good at guessing these things, and I think, well I hope, you've been
thinking about this yourself."
She passed me the spliff. My hand was really trembling. She reached out and
touched my hand "Are you so afraid of me?" she asked.
"No," I said, "I'm not..." And she leant forward and kissed me. I remember
the taste of smoke, wine, and lipstick. Her tongue went wild inside my
mouth, but in a kind of softer way than when Pete kisses me. My pussy was
drenched, instantly. She drew back, and looked me in the eyes. "Mmmm," she
said, "I've never kissed anyone with a tongue stud before" I was still
shaking, just looking at her, I didn't know what to say.
"So, what do you say, shall we go out on the town, or stay in this evening?"
she asked.
For a very brief second I was more frightened than I've ever been in my life
before. Now or never, I thought.
"Where's Brian?" I asked.
"Still abroad" she said, "I'm all on my own for the whole week"
I took a really deep breath.
"Why don't you show me the bedroom?" I said. (See, I'm just an old tart
really!)
She picked up her glass, took me by the hand and led me upstairs. Her
bedroom is gorgeous, with big french windows and a balcony, polished wwod
floor and an enormous bed. We just stood there for a second in silence. Then
Jacqui drained her wine glass, reached behind her and unfastened her dress.
She let it fall forward, and she was naked underneath. I really couldn't
breath, I couldn't take my eyes off her body. She spread her arms.
"Do you like?" she asked. I nodded. She stepped forward and pushed my jacket
off my shoulders, lifted the top over my head, and unzipped my skirt and let
it fall. Last of all she took the clip out of my hair.
"Still frightened?" she asked. I just nodded. She pulled me down onto the
bed. "Don't be" she said, and started kissing me. I can't describe what it
felt like, her body next to mine. She has a fantastic figure, she is so soft
and gentle.....she broke off our kiss and moved down to my tits "Oh
Michelle, you are so lucky to have such lovely boobs" she said, in between
licks and little bites. Both my nipples were painfully erect, everytime she
touched them an electric charge run down to my pussy. She knelt beside me to
pull off my thong, and I raised my bum to help her.
"I take it these are a present from lover boy?" she said. "I'm flattered you
wore them for me!"
She moved between my legs, pushing them apart. I wanted her so badly by
then, I couldn't spread them far enough apart! She ran her tongue around my
belly button stud, and then slid down to my pussy. I was in heaven! I've
never been licked like that before. She knew just what to do, how to take me
to the edge of orgasm and hold me there. By the time I came (very noisily!)
I'd very definately lost all my inhibitions. I pulled Jacqui up next to me
and kissed her deeply, tasting my pussy on her lips. That really made me
horny, and I moved onto her boobs. I started kissing and licking her
nipples, remembering what I like, and she started making little noises of
appreciation, which made me even hotter. Her boobs feel a bit different from
mine, but I suppose that's because of the implants - it doesn't seem to have
affected their sensitivity though! I slid down her body and moved between
her legs - she obviously shaves herself a lot, and I could see her pretty
pink pussy.....The first time my tongue touched her clit she jerked on the
bed like she'd had an electric shock - I got to work trying remember what
she'd done to me. I soon found out that I could use my tongue stud to drive
her wild, Jacqui was thrashing around with her hands in my hair saying "Fuck
me, baby, do me Miche, more, faster!" all that kind of thing. suddenly she
went completely rigid, and exploded into a huge orgasm. I slid up her body
to kiss her again, but she gripped my leg between hers and kept rubbing
against it. She grabbed my hand and pulled it down to her pussy.
"Michelle, please, finger fuck me, I want to cum again!" I had two fingers
inside her, my thumb against her clit, and she came again violently.
Afterwards we lay together, cuddling. The warmth and softness was so
sensual. Jacqui apologised for being so demanding "I've fantasised about
this for quite a while" she said. I admitted I had too. After a while she
took me downstairs to the conservatory at the back of the house. In a room
off it she's got a sauna and a jaccuzzi. We got in the tub and Jacqui the
jets on. Then she said she wanted to show me something. She got behind me
and guided me until I was squating in front of one of the jets. Gently she
spread my legs and let the water do it's work. If you haven't tried it Jane,
you must! It's like the biggest softest licking you've ever had, only
better. With Jacqui behind me, fondling my tits and nibbling my neck I had a
really deep, powerful, intense orgasm which left me drained.

Well, that's the story. I've done it, Jane! Did I like it? Yes. Would I do
it again? Yes. Do I feel guilty about Pete? Yes. Did I cry afterwards? Yes.
(My Mum happened to wake up when I got in at the crack of dawn, and thought
I'd had a row with Pete because I was in floods of tears). I had this sudden
irrational fear that I was now a lesbian. On Thursday I was supposed to be
going sailing, but it was cancelled at the last moment. I went round to
Pete's flat and let my self in. Then I called him on his mobile and said:
"I'm in your bed, I'm naked, and I've got my vibrator. If you don't come
home right now I'll be too exhausted to do anything by the time you come
home!" He did too, and we spent the rest of the day fucking. I just felt so
guilty I wanted to make it up to him, I let him do everything! I don't think
he really knew what was happening! I saw Jacqui again yesterday, and we had
a chat. She wanted me to know that she wouldn't force it if I didn't want to
do it again, but I had to tell her I did, and we kissed in her office....

I hope you can be bothered to wade through all this, Jane. I hope you
understand that it's really important for me to have told you all this. I
may never tell anyone else - I think I've mentioned the small town thing,
and I can already hear the whispers of "Michelle's a dyke". Maybe I'm just
paranoid.

Lots of love

Michelle

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