Virgin writer 3...
The hot water from the shower splashes over Jane's skin as she slowly cleans herself. Her body bathed in a warm glow she had not felt for years. Lightly touching her pussy, she closes her eyes moaning softly still feeling so sensitive and engorged as she trembles with delight. Her mind filling with thoughts to what further may occur tonight. Drying off and slipping on a white cotton dressing gown she heads off downstairs. Pausing at the lounge door she can hear Becky talking to someone. She pushes open the door peeks in shyly.
Becky is sat on a three-seater red velour sofa, her house mate, Michelle sat across from her on a matching armchair.
Michelle a 56-years old, with hazel-eyes, long flowing ginger hair framing brown freckled cheeks and full lips. Wearing an orange stretch Cami, peach loose cardigan with pockets, dark blue straight legged jeans and classic flatform trainers. They both look up as Jane pushes open the door.
"Peter is not a man!" Michelle exclaims.
"I can vouch for that," Becky giggles.
Jane blushes bright red at the remark.
"Oh, can you, what have you two both been doing?" Michelle glances between them.
Jane's face burning bright red looks down on the ground then back up at Becky who is grinning wide.
"No matter, we were discussing what eat, Peter or is it Jane," Michelle smiles.
"We would be better ordering a takeaway, as this weather is only fit for ducks," Michelle continues.
"It is either Pizza, Indian or a Chinese Jane as you are our guest, what do you want?" Michelle asks.
"Well I would adore a Chinese please," Jane answers meekly.
"Brilliant a banquet for three from the Mucky Wok," Michelle claps her hands.
The meal is ordered and arrives in prompt time. They sit in the lounge sharing the feast and laughing and relaxed. Michelle chatting with Jane who vaguely feels she has met Michelle before but cannot place her. Michelle keeps looking at Jane as they eat. Jane feels something niggling her about Michelle.
"You know Jane you seem familiar," Michelle comments.
"Strange you say that I was thinking the same. You are not from around, though are you? "Jane replies.
"Grew up in Yorkshire," Michelle beams.
Jane feels a cold stab in her chest looking closer at Michelle as she slowly realizes who she is.
"Wakey Girls High School produces the best lasses," Jane looks directly as Michelle.
"Fuck me, never, it can't be," Michelle stammers feel a cold shiver run down her spine.
"Yes, long time, and the memory lasts," Jane licks her lips.
"You two know each other?" Becky exclaims.
"I bit more than know," Michelle eyes looking dreamy.
"We went deep," Jane smiles a warm feeling surging through her body.
"Oh yes deep," Michelle says softly.
Becky looking at each of them total confusion on her face. Jane eases open her legs the dressing gown parting revealing her thighs and creamy pussy. Michelle's eyes widen as she bites her lip.
"God Jane you are still a sexy fucking girl," Michelle rasps.
"You are always my toy Michelle, and today we have a playmate," Jane coos.
"What is going on?" Becky pleads.
"We were school mates, but so much more me and Michelle. Then her parents split, and you disappeared, I was broken-hearted," Jane explains.
"And now I meet you Becky, come all this way and who is here my first love my fucking sex toy," Jane whispers eyes burning with desire at Michelle.
"You, you were lovers?" Becky asks.
"Yes, all this time and all this way I am not going to miss this chance Michelle," Jane simpers.
Michelle panting hard as Jane widens her legs the trimmed bush glistening with girlie goo.
"Like to feast my toy," Jane suggests.
