Dazed by the implications of Jane's admission I gazed blankly into the space between us. At first I thought it must be the look on my face was so comical that caused her to burst into laughter. Then I realised that she was pointing my crotch and when I looked down it was to see the cheap nylon panties tenting out obscenely with my raging erection. Through her fits of laughter Jane managed to get out, "Your little dick seems to like the idea of other men's cum!"
I looked down upon my excited state with all consuming shame. Jane had stopped laughing. When I peered up at she shook her sadly and turned to leave. From down the hall I heard call out, "You still have chores to do!"
I lost track of time as I sat there on the floor contemplating my erection, the implications of Jane's treatment of me and my obvious reaction to it. I could still taste the combination of Jane's sputum and what I assumed to be Darryl's jism. My stomach churned at the thought that I had actually swallowed some of his vile fluid. Then too there was Jane's implication that she had served me up a load of some other man's cum when I had sucked and licked her to her recent orgasm.
Feeling hopelessly small I sniffed to hold back the building tears of humiliation. I had to sniff again when I noticed the wet spot spreading from the tip of my erect cock across the tenting material of Jane's pink panty encasing it. No doubt it would give her another excuse to make fun me.
Forlorn as my mood was the thought of being the object of Jane's ridicule again actually inspired me to action. Rising I ignored my erection bobbing before me as I strode towards the front hall. With building purpose I collected my wet clothes and was considering where I should go to change into them when loud pounding on the door made my heart skip a beat freezing me to inaction.
Standing there wide eyed fumbling with my clothes wondering, "Oh what now?", I yelped when the intense pounding commenced again. Looking fearfully from the door to the depths of Jane's apartment I dithered.
From the other side of the door a woman's voice shrieked, "Answer your fucking door Jane!"
It was Doreen again and she sounded just as angry as she had been early. From down the hall I heard Jane's bedroom door open and slam shut. Jane came striding down the hall with a sheer filmy gown flowing out about her naked body. Ignoring me Jane strode purposefully for the door with her best don't fuck with me look in her eye. Captivated I slunk out of her way.
Jane stood before the door and adjusted her robe. She didn't even flinch when Doreen pounded on the other side howling an expletive. Taking a deep breath Jane reached for the door knob and with flourish threw open the door with a heartfelt sounding, "Doreen how nice to see you."
Bright sunlight filled the hallway beyond the door way silhouetting Jane's naked body beneath her gown. Squinting against the harsh light I gaped at how marvelous she appeared. With her arms spread from the door to the door frame every contour of Jane's body was tantalisingly apparent. I was in awe and from the sudden silencing of Doreen I imagined she was too.
I could hear the smile in Jane's voice as she inquired sweetly of the other woman, "Is there something I can help you with Doreen?"
I could hear the deepening growl of anger of Doreen's frustration before she burst out angrily, "You fucking whore! I know what you did to shut Darryl up! I know Jane!" She ended screaming Jane's name.
Jane stood in the doorway non-pulsed before the irate woman. Slowly she crossed her arms beneath her breasts before telling Doreen calmly, "Honey a girl has to do what a girl has to do."
Doreen went ballistic. Howling her rage it took a moment before I could comprehend what she was screaming about until I distinctly heard, "Just wait until I tell Cheryl!" I gasped even though Jane remained unperturbed by the threat. I knew Cheryl was Darryl's wife and was amazed by Jane's lack of concern.
Waiting for the blustering hag to run out of steam I realised that Jane was humming quietly to herself. When Doreen eventually ran out of swear words Jane tilted her head to one side then the other before offering Doreen a polite and pleasant, "You have yourself a lovely afternoon Doreen." Then slowly shut the door.
Turning on me Jane looked me up and down dismissively taking in the wet clothing I was holding. With an arched eye bow she inquired flatly, "You going somewhere sweetie?"
Confused and aroused I couldn't look Jane in the eye. I flushed redly as I realised that I was instead staring at her erect nipples beneath the sheer material of her gown. Mumbling incoherently I meekly allowed Jane to take me by the wrist and lead down the hallway. "Come along sweetie," she cooed tolerantly, "Lets put those things into the hamper where they belong."
Too dumbfounded to argue I allowed her to guide me to her bedroom to thoughtlessly toss my clothes into her hamper as she held the lid open for me. Still unable to look her in the eye I stared forlornly at my feet waiting to know what Jane would want from me now. It took a moment for me to realise that Jane was "t'sck, t'scking" at me. I dared to look up to see her shaking her head dispairingly while staring at the front panel of the panty I was wearing. Following her stare I groaned to see that my deflating cock had seeped more pre-cum leaving a wet gooey streak down panty's front panel.
Expecting the worst I was stunned when Jane "t'sck, t'scked" again before reaching into her closet to pull out a flower patterned pinafore apron. "We can't have you traipsing about like that sweetie," Jane admonished me good naturedly while pulling the ruffled collar of the apron over my head. Careful not to touch the soiled panty Jane looped the aprons stays about my waist and tied them off tightly behind my back.
"There, that's better," Jane cooed smoothing out the ruffled edging around the front of the apron. "See." She told me turning me towards the floor length mirror on the closets door. While I gawked at my reflection Jane smirked over my shoulder, "Puurrfect sweetie. Now you'll be able to finish your chores while I have a bath."
When I stood there peering hopelessly at the ridiculousness of my reflection Jane burst out laughing. My head dropped in shame as Jane's laughter crushed my will. I squeaked with surprise when Jane slapped my ass firmly with a stern admonishment, "You haven't got all day sweetie, get on with it!" Jane then pushed me from her room and with her slamming bedroom door ringing in my ears I dutifully headed for the kitchen to finish the dishes.
The feel of the apron was odd but comforting as I went about washing the remaining dishes. I was just becoming adjusted to the garment when Jane's shriek from down the hall froze me with foreboding. Standing stock still I willed it to have been my imagination. Jane's shrill, "Daniel!", crushed that vain hope and with trepidation I shuffled off to answer Jane's summons.
