A note from Christina.
Thanks for selecting to read this. If you read Part 1 I hope you enjoyed it, but if you have not, I would recommend that you do.
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Summers are for Decadence Part 2.
Jane I realise that we are both bi and we enjoy that.
So did you enjoy the party?" Jane asked when we had a drink after work in the agency on the Tuesday after the party, as she'd had the Monday off to clear up.
"Yes it was fine, were you happy with it?"
"Yes I was."
"William seemed very friendly," she said, with a smile.
"With me?" I asked, feeling a little guilty, even though nothing had happened.
"No I meant with me, was he to you too?"
I fumbled a bit. "Er no, well he was fine, friendly, but nice."
"He came on quite strong with me again," Jane said.
"So what will you do?"
"I couldn't go back, but at times I am so tempted."
We were sitting in my office, which was furnished more like a sitting room than a working one. It had a seating area with a sofa and two easy chairs arranged round a coffee table. She was sitting one end of the sofa. We were both wearing jeans; I was in a low cut tee shirt and Jane in a button up shirt.
"Another?" I asked holding up my empty glass.
"Please."
I went to the fridge which was behind the sofa and pulled out a fresh bottle of Chablis.
"Fuck," I said as the cork broke.
"Here let me," Jane said getting up and moving round the back of the sofa to where I was holding the bottle. She smiled.
"At least there are some advantages to being divorced," she said fiddling the corkscrew so it bored into the broken cork. Looking at me, she went on. "Not many, but some."
We were standing close as she said that and as the cork popped out.
"Clever thing," I said holding my glass out.
"Maybe at getting corks out, but not with my life which just seems to go from one trauma to another."
"William you mean?"
"Well yes him, men in general, relationships and all that."
We still hadn't moved, but she had poured the wine. We were still standing close, very close, perhaps too close, so close I could smell her perfume and see the highlighter round her eyes.
"I'm sorry," I said, not really knowing why.
"For what, Christina?"
"Your Catch Twenty Two, I suppose."
"Yes it is a pain, but there you go, no easy way out is there?" She said softly.
"No I suppose not. Not an easy way?"
"Huh?" She said looking right into my eyes.
"Not easy, but there is another way Jane," I whispered, brushing that thick lock of hair away from my eyes as she stared into them
I was tingling all over. I was so excited; I had never felt like this before. I had never fancied a woman, maybe anyone, as much as I was fancying my best friend right then. I saw a small smile form on her lovely lips, she half closed her eyes and then licked her upper lip in what was the most sexually provocative gesture I had ever seen.
"Yes Christina, I suppose there is, isn't there."
"Oh Jane," I whispered.
"Yes Christina," she said quietly as, without anything further being said, we both reached out with our hands and interlocked our fingers.
"Oh my God," she groaned. "Are you sure about this Christina?"
"Yes Jane, yes I think I am. Are you ok?"
"Oh yes Christina I am very ok about it."
Then we kissed. We fell into each other's arms and squirmed our bodies together, my small breasts being completely engulfed by hers, that felt wonderful.
It went on for some time. We kissed, we tongued each other and we sucked on the other's lips. We ground our bodies together and then totally involuntarily I slid my hand between us and cupped Jane's left breast. God was that lovely? Her shirt was out of the waist of her jeans so it was as easy as it was inevitable that my hand slipped inside, onto her bare waist and upwards to her bra covered breast.
"Oh yes," she groaned grinding her mound against mine. "But not here Christina, not in the office, it's too sordid."
She was right.
"Come home with me, there's no one there."
I poured us both a glass of wine as I waited for her to arrive. The drive from Camden had only taken ten minutes, but it was the most nervous ten minutes I could remember, since probably when I was about to lose my virginity. I couldn't stop thinking about Jane and our relationship. We had been friends on and off since uni. We had met when we both got jobs as junior copywriters for an ad agency. It was there that unbeknown to the other for a time we both had sex with a client. And it was with that client, who became Jane's husband, that we made love in a threesome with him.
Many years later when she and 'the bastard William' as we came to think of him had divorced and my marriage to Luke was falling apart, we set up our own little ad. agency. We had been running that successfuly for a couple of years and not once had sex between us reared its head. It was now though.
At last I saw her car pull into our driveway. I opened the door. We didn't speak, there was no need, we both knew what was going to happen and we were both as nervous as hell. I beckoned her into the living room. She smiled.
"Are you sure Christina?" she said softly glancing at the stairs.
I held my hand out. "Of course."
We walked up the stairs hand in hand, our shoulders brushing together and my arm touching her breasts. Again we didn't speak. We continued in silence as I led her into the main guest bedroom; I didn't feel shagging my best female friend was appropriate for the marital bed. We stood staring at each other alongside the bed. Her fingers, shaking a little, went to the top button of her shirt. She undid it. What an extraordinarily erotic moment that was. I stared mesmerised as one by one she undid them and let the sides fall apart so that they were caught on the apex of each breast. She was wearing a white net bra that was totally see-through. I could see all of her large round areolas and bloated nipples. She smiled again and raised her eyebrows in an obvious gesture of invitation. I didn't hesitate. Why would I? I wanted to show her my body. I quickly peeled the tee shirt up my body and over my head. I loved the intake of breath as she saw my chest. I was also wearing a white bra, but not see-through.
As if synchronised, we both reached behind our backs and unclipped our bras at the same time. We removed them. Her breasts were larger, fuller, more rounded and altogether bigger than I had remembered all those years ago. Bigger, but just as lovely and every bit as erotic.
"Oh Jane," I croaked, breaking the silence.
