The week passed with nothing to report. I saw Jane a couple of times but nothing was ever mentioned about Helen and she didn’t appear anywhere is send a message.
We went for drinks with Jo and her fella on the Friday and the evening went swimmingly, Jo and I actually having a lot of mutual friends from when I used to be at the cross fit gym. I could see the weight of meeting friends come off Jane’s shoulders and as we set off on the 15 minute walk home I chose a moment to pick her brain and take the conversation to a place we’d never been before.
“Tell me to mind my own business and to piss off if you want, but Jo hinted at a few exes which made you grimace tonight. We’ve never had the exes chat, they’re exes for a reason, but is everything ok” I asked with genuine sincerity. I felt Jane tense slightly, her grip tightening on my hand. “You’re right, we probably do need to know each others pasts” she replied “as it will certainly help this relationship” move forward. “I’ll give you warts and all, but you go first and I’ll give you my story when we get back”.
I told her everything about Claire, her epiphany at wanting to be the next Mother Teresa, Jane playfully punching my arm as I mocked my exes good will. I mentioned the inheritance and how I’d used it for the business. “Bloody hell, she did feel guilty” Jane observed as she did the mental maths and calculated the wealth. “Don’t worry babe, I’m with you for your looks, charisma and of course that cock” she chuckled “but if you wanted to buy me a Mulberry bagel or two I wouldn’t say no”. We both chuckled as we reached her house and Jane let us in.
We’d not hammered the drinks with Jo so she poured wine, put the central heating on to take away the late night nip and led me into the lounge. She looked a bit nervous. “My turn I guess” she winced, before taking a big deep breath and starting to speak.
She told me about university and how she’d arrived there an ugly duckling and very inexperienced but bloomed, her breasts growing late in her teens which attracted attention, and her face changing to what it was now. Her room mate was the polar opposite. Slutty and desperate for attention, there were always lads around and she could often hear her having sex with someone.
Her room mates friend from school had stayed one night but ended up in Jane’s room due to another sexual encounter and under the influence and with sex noises in the background they ended up kissing which went further, Jane confessing she’d slept with a girl before a lad.
“This seemed to spur me on” she told me, blushing slightly, “and I had my slag phase like every girl does and quickly grew to like men and women equally”. I was shocked a bit, very respectful of her honesty, and in typical male style, my cock had grown at the thought of Jane with another woman. |
