They finished the champagne, taking their time, Julia needed to after one of the strongest orgasms she had ever experienced, and in public too. The thought equally thrilled and shocked her.
'So what do you think of the Duo Zinger?' Jane said after Julia had caught her breath.
'Incredible, really amazing, there aren't words to describe it. That was so outrageous, making me cum like that in here! Do you think he noticed anything?' She tilted her head in the direction of the barman who was attending to a party of four who had seated themselves at a table near the entrance.
'Shouldn't think so, and what if he did?'
'He gave me a really strange look when I came back from the loo.'
In the toilet, legs still shaking slightly, Julia had lifted her skirt and pushed her knickers down to her knees. The gusset of the pale pink underwear looked as though someone had spilt a thick banana milk shake into them. She sat on the toilet and extracted the sex toy; it too was drenched with her creamy secretions. For a minute or so she sat examining the glistening object, fascinated by its shape and purpose. Then she brought it to her mouth and licked it clean. She relieved herself and after dabbing her fanny dry she took a handful of tissues and mopped up the love-juice in her knickers as best she could before standing and pulling them back up. Then she rinsed the toy under the tap and dried it with further tissues before putting it into her bag, flushing the toilet and re-emerging into the bar.
'Don't worry about him, relax.' Jane smiled conspiratorially.
'I am relaxed – now, phew!' She lifted her glass and smiled back at Jane.
'So what do you think, about this evening?'
'Clair?' She pulled a packet of cigarettes from her bag.
'Yes, would you like to meet her?' Jane said inquisitively.
'What's she like, apart from being as mad as a box of frogs?'
'She's nice, really lovely, and full of energy, witty, a lot of fun. She's in advertising of some sort and it suits her. She's very sexy'
'Have you told her about me?' Julia said, lighting her cigarette.
'A little, she knows of you of course because of Robert, I did say that I had met you but nothing more.'
'So she doesn't know that we...'
Jane shook her head. 'No, I didn't think it appropriate yet.'
'What did you tell her?'
'I said that I had met you at Wiley's, and that you wanted to talk about Robert and that we had lunch and talked.'
'What did she say?'
'She was all ears.' Jane laughed. 'I told her that I liked you and that we might become friends. That's it, except when she rang this morning I told her I was having supper with you and she asked if she could come too.'
'I see.'
'So I told her that I would have to ask you.' Jane swirled her champagne in the flute.
'Is she expecting anything to happen?'
'I don't think so, mind you, if anything were to take place she'd be in like Flynn!'
Julia took a long sip and crossed her legs. 'I need a moment to think.' She stubbed out her cigarette and reached for the bottle in the cooler. 'So it would be just a drink and supper?'
'Yes, if that's what you'd like.'
'I was rather hoping that we might try out my new toys tonight.' Julia smiled softly.
'Claire wouldn't object – or we could wait until later.'
Julia sat and thought for a few moments, turning the cigarette lighter in her fingers. 'You'd like a threesome wouldn't you?' she said at last.
'Yes, to be honest, and I think you would enjoy it too, but you don't have to do anything if you don't want to I promise.'
Julia had to admit to herself that she was intrigued; she had come so far in just a few days, from being almost a-sexual to nearly a lesbian slut. The thought of having sex with Jane and another woman was disturbingly attractive, and Jane had given her an out if she couldn't go through with it, and she trusted her. 'Why not give her a call then.' She smiled, a frisson running through her.
'You sure?'
'Yes, I'm sure, but would it be ok if I were to give you the nod, so to speak, if I were up for anything?'
'Of course, you don't have to do anything you don't want to.' Jane answered softly as she reached for her mobile.
They went to Smith and Son and bought three cooked lobsters, some salads, and a punnet of wild strawberries and a tub of Devon clotted cream, and argued once again at the till as to whom was going to pay, Julia conceding at last that it was Jane's dinner party after all, as she was trying to negotiate splitting the bill.
At three 'o clock they parted agreeing to meet at seven, Julia wishing to shower and change, she very much wanted clean underwear, her sex juices were beginning to congeal, and because she had shaved she was aware that her labia was sticking to the gusset of her knickers. 'Do you mind taking my toys?' Julia said as Jane bundled into a cab with the rest of the shopping.
Julia showered and took her time over dressing, choosing a suspender belt in peach silk trimmed with cream lace and matching French knickers and bra, and pale sheer seamed stockings with white lace tops over which she put on an ankle length silk shift of a very pale azure that buttoned down the front from her cleavage to just below the waist. The effect, elegant though it was, she thought for a panicky moment, was perhaps a little too obviously boudoir. She thought about changing into something more 'decent', was the word that came to mind, and then she looked again into the mirror; she looked good and she felt sexy. At six thirty the telephone rang and it was the cab company letting her know that her taxi was outside. Grabbing two bottles of champagne from the fridge, she gathered her keys and purse and closed the door behind her.
'Wow!' Jane said, welcoming her with a kiss. 'You look stunning!' She stood back and looked Julia up and down; 'really beautiful.'
'You look pretty good yourself,' Julia answered, stepping in to return the kiss. Jane was wearing a simple knee length dress of fine caramel linen with a pair of bronze strappy sandals with kitten heels that showed off her bare shapely legs to advantage.
'Come on in, Claire's not here yet, what would you like to drink?' She ushered Julia into the sitting room.
'Wouldn't mind a gin and tonic, stiff one, to steady my nerves.'
'Don't be silly, she won't eat you!' Jane started to giggle immediately the words were out of her mouth.'
'Oh, I was rather hoping she would!' Julia retorted, joining in the laughter.
'Julia – really!' Jane feigned disapproval, 'gin and tonic it is, shall we have it outside?'
Julia sat in the garden watching the sun as it dipped slowly, casting long shadows across the lawn. Jane came out with the drinks, the ice rattling in the tumblers. 'There you go, if you want more tonic let me know.'
The drink was almost pure alcohol, Julia felt it warming and relaxing her. She looked across at Jane who was regarding her with an affectionate expression in her eyes. 'I'm glad I'm here,' she said, raising her glass.
'So am I,' answered Jane, raising her glass and placing her hand on Julia's thigh.
Julia was hoping to talk about what might happen, to have a plan whereby she would signal an interest or indicate that she wasn't interested or prepared but it was then that the doorbell rang and her heart fluttered. Jane stood up and smiled, 'We'll have a lovely evening, and everything is up to you.' She bent down to kiss Julia on the forehead and went inside. Julia took a large mouthful of the gin and hardly any tonic.
Claire was slender, dressed in a designer blue denim short skirt with an open turquoise silk shirt that was tied at the waist, revealing a pale cream lace bra, discernable in the plunging neckline. She had long shapely legs that finished with a casual but expensive looking pair of blue wedge heeled sandals that tied at her ankles. Her shoulder length hair was of a soft copper that set off her high cheekbones and extraordinarily grey blue eyes.
'Julia, Claire, Claire Julia,' Jane announced as they came through the French windows. Julia started to get out of her seat but Claire motioned that she should remain seated and bending down kissed her on both cheeks. 'Don't get up, lovely to see you, Jane has told me a bit about you.'
'We're having stiffy's before din's,' said Jane, what do you fancy?'
'Good idea,' said Claire, 'vodka tonic if you've got, not too strong though, I had a couple with Anne earlier and I want to last the evening.' She sat in the third Lloyd Loom chair that Jane had placed at the table. 'Do you mind if I nick one of your ciggies, I left mine in the sitting room.' She leaned in, resting her elbows on the table. Julia's heart was still skipping beats.
'Please do,' Julia opened the packet and offered them to Claire.
'Been a bit of a day, got a shoot next week and as usual the client is changing their mind on just about everything when we thought everything was just about agreed.'
Julia felt her hand trembling as she lit her lighter and held it out to Claire. Claire cupped her hands in Julia's to steady it and their eyes met as the cigarette was lit. 'Anyway, had a bit of a liquid lunch with Anne, client producer, she's all right, known her a while and we get along fine, she needed me to steady her nerves really, hold her hand, just the usual advertising bullshit in the end.'
Jane joined them with Claire's drink and placed it on the table.
'What's the product?' Julia asked, genuinely interested.
'Fucking hair spray, you'd think it was important, but they're jumping up and down, 'Is the model right, we really wanted Kate! I mean, they've got Annalie who's been THE face of all the mag's for the past six months for Christ's sake! And then it's 'are you convinced that it should be shot in Ireland, I mean, it was their bloody choice! Anyway, it's good to get away from all that.'
'But you love it!' Jane said, 'You wouldn't want to change it for the world.'
