I get on the bus, and see there is a vacant seat, and Jane is sitting next to it. She sees me and says hello, and I say hello and sit next to her. She's wearing brown-rimmed glasses, and an embroidered sleeveless top, and her naturally brown hair is cut so that it's quite spiky, and has blonde highlights. She's looking great. It's been maybe a couple of years since I last saw her, fleetingly, in the street and we waved to each other. And I realise, with amazement, that it's almost twenty years since I last fucked her.
We start to chat. I ask her how her job's going -- she's the features editor on a magazine -- and she asks about mine. I remember how much I liked her voice. I'm looking at her smooth, bare arms, the curve of her breasts beneath the embroidered top, wondering what her body looks like now, her breasts especially -- how exquisite they were! I realise I'm just as attracted to her as I ever was.
I met Jane on the first day at a new job. My girlfriend and I were just back from a year overseas, and I got the job through a girl named Julie, who had married a school friend of mine. Julie was cute, slim girl with long brown hair, and before the trip overseas we had a bit of a bit of a thing going on -- I used to kiss her and fondle her little tits at parties, and was sure that we'd eventually having an affair. When I got back from overseas though, everyone was talking about this relationship she'd started with another guy.
Anyway, Julie worked at this place and got me an interview there and I got the job. I met Jane on the day I started. It was 3pm when the morning shift ended and the night shift began. I was sitting in the tea room when two girls stuck their heads through the door and said hello. The first was a skinny, quite attractive brunette named Megan. The second was Jane, and she was the one that caught my eye.
Now I should explain that I have rather unconventional tastes when it comes to women. There are plenty of beautiful women that I find attractive, but at the same time there are a lot of actresses, models and other celebrities that the world generally swoons over that I find bland and uninteresting. I've got a soft spot for girls who look unusual, and girls who most men would probably think are plain. I often find that girls like this have a better attitude than pretty girls who know they're pretty.
Anyway, Jane's face immediately interested me. She wasn't conventionally pretty, but she was striking. She had olive skin, brown eyes, a fairly prominent nose and a pointed chin. That probably makes her sound unattractive, which she wasn't. (I remember we were sitting drinking in a bar one night when we were joined by an Irish girl. At one point this girl turned to me and, indicating Jane, said "She's beautiful, isn't she?" and I had to agree.)
Jane had thick, tawny brown hair, and her idiosyncratic look was emphasised by her hair style -- a sort of bowl cut with, with the lower part of it cut short at the back. I confess I didn't really like this hair style, and if we'd stayed together I would have got her to change it. I remember her showing me a photo of herself when she had been at university a few years earlier. Her hair had been very long then, and in the photo it was braided in a Germanic sort of fashion, and she looked gorgeous like that.
If I had to say that Jane resembled anyone, it would be the 1960s British actress Rita Tushingham, but really, Jane looked unique. And although she used to wear quite modest clothing, I could also tell that she had a great body underneath it.
On my second or third day at work, I found myself working in a booth across from the one where Jane was. We got to chatting, and she offered me a taste of the custard apple she was eating (I'd never tasted one before). It was only later that I thought about the symbolism of Jane offering me an apple. The more I talked to Jane, the more I liked her. She was sweet, funny and intelligent.
My girlfriend and I were going through a bit of a rough patch at this time (we'd been together four years), which is one of the reasons why I'd been contemplating having an affair with Julie. As it turned out, Julie was Jane's best friend at work, and the three of us began to socialise. Every lunchtime, if we were working the day shift, we would go up to the pub to play pool. I still really fancied Julie and had hopes of getting her into bed, but I eventually realised that it just wasn't going to happen. One morning, I was lying in bed and thought, well, if I can't have an affair with Julie, I can have one with Jane.
A few days after this, Jane, Julie and I were walking to the pub at lunchtime. Jane was wearing a dress which was, for once, quite low cut at the front. I was walking beside her and, looking down, got a very good view of her breasts (there was, I noticed, a tiny mole on the left one). They looked lovely, and I can remember thinking confidently that I would be sucking on them soon.
Jane and I had a lot of common interests, especially movies, and we enjoyed talking to each other. She had a boyfriend, but I gradually realised that she was neglecting him to be with me. Then one night, we were walking home from a party when it started to rain. We ducked inside a doorway to wait for it to stop. I don't know how it started, but suddenly we were kissing each other.
