What Turned Me on Pt 16

It had been four days since I kissed Jane in her car and I had not heard a word from her. I wondered why I didn't get a message from her Saturday night, relating she had made it home okay. Or something on Sunday, so that I knew she was alright. I didn't want to blow up her phone like I was a love-sick teenager, but I was concerned about her psyche and whether she was; or wasn't good with the end of our night. I was curious. I wondered how it was sitting with her. Did it freak her out, or did it open more thoughts than expected? I decided I was not going to be a text stalker and let loose a barrage of texts. I figured when she's ready to talk she'll text or call me.

I must have summoned her telepathically, because lo and beyond, several hours later I got a text from Jane. In short, it read, Sorry I haven't reached out, I was busy Sunday with family stuff, and this week I have had caseloads of work. I have been in and out of court for days on end now. She followed up by writing a second message saying, I had a great time Saturday, thanks for the chat and your honesty, I appreciate it.

I was glad she texted, reaching out to me and I replied accordingly. I was happy she had a good time on Saturday, but I was disappointed she hadn't mentioned the kiss. Especially that long of a kiss. It wasn't like it was some quick good night thing because we were two drunk women, being silly. We had a pretty heated long, passionate kiss in that car. Maybe she was still digesting it. Maybe it wasn't her cup of tea and she wasn't going to do it again. Or maybe she just didn't want to put that in writing and say something incriminating. Although, I wouldn't know who it would be incriminating against. But You know women, we're all nuts.

I laid low and didn't text her or bother her, basically my thinking was if she was interested in more of anything with me, friendship, lover, sexual experiment, she would let me know. And we'd take it from there. I did think of her a lot. I fantasized about being with her, hoping one day she would just show up here or invite me over and we'd end up making love. But, so far, I wasn't even close to receiving that from her. The remainder of that week and from there on, we did text more frequently, so I was relieved at least I was still a figure in her life.

Weeks went by before I saw her again when we both had the chance to get together. We had lunch on Sunday afternoon just over three weeks out from that goodnight kiss. We met at an outdoor café and I was excited to see her. She hugged me but seemed uneasy as to what to do next. We sat outside and enjoyed having chicken salad sandwiches and Mimosa's. It was a pleasure seeing her and during our time together we talked about everything in life, except that kiss. Everything except her feelings, her thoughts, and ideas. I figured she had decided to not pursue any further sexual activity with me, or with a woman. So, I didn't push the issue. After lunch, we walked back over to the parking garage where we both had parked. She gave me a long hug and we said goodbye. She went her way and I went mine.

Just after getting into my car and pulling out of my parking space, to head down the ramps to the exit, I got a text from Jane. It read; Did you leave the parking garage yet?

I answered her, "No, I am still making my way down the ramps."

Can we meet for a minute, I want to talk to you, was her follow-up text.

I agreed and I circled trying to find her in the garage because she said she was parked in the purple section, 3 J. I drove around until I located the section and spotted her car parked. I pulled into a spot across the aisle, a few cars down. As I was getting my car in gear, I could see Jane walking behind my car towards me in my rear-view mirror. She stood at my passenger side door, talking to me through the window. I could tell she was more nervous than she had been at lunch and was uneasy about standing there talking to me. She nervously jabbered on apologizing she had been unable to talk to me more and furthering she was sorry she seemed distant after the night at the bar. Then she switched gears and was talking about the horrible waiter we had at lunch and how the Mimosa tasted flat.

I knew there was more to this chat than a; I'm sorry I haven't been around much and that bad waiter talk, so I asked her if everything was okay.

"No." She replied. "I have a lot going through my mind," she furthered.

"It's all about trust," I told her. "Isn't that what you say?" I questioned.

"Yes, it is," Jane replied.

"Well, get in and talk to me." Was my direction to her.

Jane opened the door, looking around like she was about to make a drug deal or something as if someone was watching us, and climbed into the front seat of my car.

"I can share things with you? Right?" She asked me.

I giggled, and spoke to Jane, "It's me. What's going on?"

Jane took a deep breath and finally spit out, "I don't know what's going on with me. I have been so out of sorts since we kissed." She furthered; "I hate to say this to you, because I was sitting with you, but the whole time we were eating lunch, I kept staring at the waitress's ass, who was helping the people behind us. I don't know what's wrong with me."

I interjected my thoughts to make her feel normal, justifying; "I saw her ass too, it was pretty sexy."

Jane and I both laughed loudly out of embarrassment to the point I snorted and we took a moment to let the stress of the situation go.

We sat quietly for a few moments and I wasn't mad she was checking out someone else's ass, I just knew there was more to this.

Jane spoke up again, "When I was coming here to meet you, I didn't know if I should kiss you or just hug you. I'm so lost."

Jane then blushingly spoke out, "I have been so... You know." Using her hands as an illustrator, to let me know she has been horny and masturbating. "I can't stop, it's been... like daily." She furthered.

"Well, that's normal," I replied. "Sometimes, we just get those moments."

"But it's not like me." She spoke loudly.

She then turned towards me, her eyes widened and she whispered deeply; "It's been all about women."

I started giggling, putting my hand over my mouth. And I could see the frustration in her eyes that my giggling did not help her situation. I had to apologize to her and I spoke, "I'm sorry, I am not laughing at you, I'm laughing at the situation, because I know exactly what you are going through."

"Is that normal, am I turning into a lesbian?" She boldly asked.

"No, Sweetie. You are just experiencing some new fantasies. It's okay. We all get 'em." I replied.

I admitted to her; "I know when I started having different thoughts sexually, (about women I emphasized) I was constantly horny."

I did not doubt that Jane was going through something similar to what I experienced when I started thinking of women more. The only additional measure was she had been kissed by a woman before (me), whereas I didn't get that until Mary. And as exciting as I was the first few times I masturbated about women, it was just as uneasy and unsettling for me. And I can imagine how unsettling those thoughts were for her, as she was going through it herself.

I held her hand and again reassured her that this was normal and I had similar situations that led me to experience what I had experienced. I had concerns I was turning gay, or that I just discovered I liked women more than men. Questioning myself, just as she was, why I was thinking about women. I just kindly shared some of my fears and concerns from back then and walked her through it the best I could.

She thanked me time and again for my patience, understanding, and ability to talk to her about these issues. And I could tell some of the weight had been lifted off of her as she exposed her concerns. I think she came to know, that she could trust me and that trust was allowing her to speak more freely to me, than any other person in her life. I was happy she was sharing things with me, as I had no one to help me when I was questioning everything sexually in my life.

But then I posed a question to her. "Jane, you said when you saw me you didn't know whether to hug me or kiss me. You did hug me, but you didn't kiss me. Why?"

"I was scared." She replied. "We haven't seen each other in weeks." She furthered. "I didn't know if that was the right thing to do, or if you wanted it." She embellished.

"Would you have wanted me to?" She asked.

"Yes, you could have." I gestured with a big smile. "I would have loved it." I furthered.

"What if someone saw us?" She asked.

"Who is going to see us? I questioned back. "Who cares if people saw us."

Jane shook her head. I knew what she was feeling. The thoughts of a female interest, or thinking you want to experience lesbian sex, can hit hard, especially if you have only been with men. I had many struggles with it. In the end, I accepted I liked women too. Even though I still wouldn't claim I was a lesbian, I surely did like eating Mary's pussy. And just like myself, Mary, and now Jane was worried about what people might think of it, had they seen her put her lips to mine.

In some ways, I almost wanted to scream, because I felt I was going through another Mary, nine-million fears, situation. But I also remember what it was like for me, and I understood exactly where she was at, so I kept my cool and just sat there with her as she was thinking and working through what was bothering her. Jane shifted in her seat, back, but more towards me, and was just looking at me. I almost felt like she was judging me, sizing me up, or maybe trying to figure out what to say to me.

We sat and stared into each other's eyes for a few moments and I felt the butterflies in my stomach starting to swirl, just as I am guessing hers have been throughout this whole conversation.

"What are you thinking about now?" I asked her.

Jane smiled and said, "I am still wondering if I should have kissed you when you arrived."

"Why didn't you?" I asked her again. "If you felt it was something you were supposed to do, or wanted to do, then why not?" I questioned her.

"The whole public thing, people around. You know." She spoke.

"We'll, why don't you kiss me now?" I touted. "We're not in public anymore. It's just us in my car." I furthered.

"Jill!" She blurted out in embarrassment.

"I'm waiting for my hello kiss." I insinuated, as to tempt her or dare her to do it.

Jane smiled at me and with some hesitation on her part, she mustered up her courage and started coming towards me. She leaned over my center armrest and put her lips to mine. When our mouths opened, I could feel her tongue trembling as it touched mine. I could feel her body quivering because she had now taken the first step - sober - to kiss a woman and maybe enter further into her newly developing fantasies.

We kissed deeply for a long time before pulling apart. She stopped nose-to-nose with me and smiled. She asked me, "What have you done to me?"

"I smiled and simply answered, "Making you fall for me."

Jane leaned her head in again and our kissing continued. I was getting so turned on by her, not because of some wild sex talk and questions, or even alcohol, but this time, because it was her and I, on a Sunday afternoon, in the tepid, grayish-colored parking garage taking steps to develop something more than friendship.

The more we kissed, the giddier I felt. And I would venture the say the more we kissed the more her fears went away. We were still holding hands, which were pinned under her body and I wanted to touch her more. I pulled my hand from hers and I wrapped my arms around her. I rubbed up and down over her back, feeling the smoothness of her shirt and the clasp of her bra underneath. Her left hand and arm were supporting her weight, as she leaned over the armrest, but her free right hand had come to rest on my right thigh, just at my knee.

As much as I didn't want to make this some "sex in the car" moment, I wanted to make sure she got a little more taste of lesbian lust and maybe intrigue her mind even more. I put my left hand on her face, along the side of her cheek. I rested it there a brief time until I slid it down further along her neckline. I slid it back and forth across her neck and along her shoulder, just letting her know that I was aroused and enjoying our kissing.

As time slipped on, I started sliding my hand down further onto her chest, until my hand swirled along and over her right breast. I could feel her body's reaction to it, and I thought for a second, she was going to pull away from me and stop kissing. But the pause she had, was just brief and we continued passionately kissing as my hand got more familiar with her tit.

I rubbed up and down and over it, trying to grasp it all in the palm of my hand. I shifted over and managed to slide my hand across her left breast as well and Jane did not seem to have an issue with me feeling her up in the car.

I could tell her left arm was getting tired because it was trembling trying to balance herself, so I leaned sideways and guided her down onto her seat, as I positioned myself over the armrest. I continued feeling up her tits and listened to her breathing, and physical reaction every time I made passes. Her little light grey T-shirt was the only thing separating my hand from her bra and her sexy tits.

I wanted her to feel me, and to take that chance and reach out for more. I slid my hand from her chest and found her right arm, which was now resting on her leg. I pulled her arm towards me as if I was going to have her wrap it around me, and she started to twist sideways following my lead.

I found the backside of her hand and guided her palm onto my face. I could feel the warmth of her hand along my cheek, as my hand rested on top of hers. After a few seconds, I guided her hand to my neck and slid her hand back and forth across my neck. I let go of her hand thinking she would have taken the hint and slid her hand down onto my chest, but she still lingered at my neckline.

I placed my hand over hers again and I slid her trembling, almost resistant hand down onto my chest, coming to rest over my left breast. I guided her hand around it and I could tell by her body's reaction and pause in kissing that she probably went into a brief moment of panic as she started feeling my tit over my shirt.

When I knew she was more comfortable with it and she was moving back and forth on her own, I let go of guiding her and reached my arm down to her waistline. I pulled her t-shirt out from inside her jeans. I lifted it just enough to get my hand under the shirt and felt the warm skin of her stomach.

Her body squirmed and shook, almost jerking back as my hand came to rest on her skin, but she didn't pull away, as I slowly and steadily began rubbing back and forth across her stomach, lifting the shirt even further from her waistline.

As the minutes developed and as we dove deeper into each other, I slowly slid my hand from side to side, moving upwards until my hand was on top of her bra, feeling her tits up, under her shirt. Her hands were still groping and feeling mine over my shirt, I wanted to pull her bra cups down and get a good feel of her breasts.

Just as my hands were continuously sliding back and forth across her bra, Jane pulled her hand from my chest, reached down, and pulled her T-shirt completely out of her waistline, giving me better access to her breasts. My hand reached into her left bra cup and I got to feel her warm, soft breast in my hand as I rubbed past her nipple. Jane's breath deepened and I pulled my shirt up a bit, giving her the hint to slide her hand onto my bare skin.

Jane slid her hand underneath my shirt. As sure as I was that she was leery of doing it, I felt her hand on top of my bra, rubbing my tits. My pussy was throbbing and I wanted to drag her into the backseat and slowly take off every piece of her clothes, and make her moan my name as I licked an orgasm out of her.

After I pulled both of her bra cups down, and just went back and forth feeling the absolute amazement of her tits. I pulled from our kiss and looked deeply in the eyes. I lifted her shirt enough to see her tits and make my way towards sucking on them. I started kissing in between her cleavage back and forth upwards until I came upon her left tit. I sucked on her left nipple first, then kissed my way over to her right one, where I licked sucked, and swirled my tongue onto it. I was in absolute heaven as I got my first look, and first chance to suck on her tits. They were plump and starting to droop from age and years of gravity, but they were still so sexy. Her light brown nipples highlighted her lovely white skin and were perfect in shape and size.

As I sucked on her tits listening to her breathing harder, I could tell Jane was enjoying this moment and this new experience. But what surprised me, was as I was just ravishing every inch of her chest, I heard Jane moan out; "Jill! "I want to see yours." Which aroused me even more.

I pulled away from her chest, just looking at her sexy tits, popping out from the top side of her bra, shirt up near her neck, stomach, and abdomen exposed. I smiled at Jane, looked around, and made sure no one was walking by. I lifted my shirt to my neck and I pulled my bra cups down, exposing my tits to her.

"Wow." She softly spoke out. As her face brightened, looking at mine.

"Do you want to touch them?" I asked.

"Yes," she spoke while nodding her head up and down, licking her lips.

I reached over, grasping Jane's hand, and put it right on my left tit. Her hand cupped and swirled around it, just in awe she was holding me. I could see the glistening in her eyes, as she was fascinated by them. I leaned back towards her, as she came towards me and we went back in for a long deep kiss.

Her warm hand circled my left nipple, as my hands rested back on her tits. My shirt which had been pinned under my neck, when I exposed myself, had fallen back down over her arm, as had mine and now we both were feeling each other up, under our shirts, kissing and getting more into each other.

I was loving the fact we were both touching and rubbing each other's breasts, but I needed more. I needed to feel her pussy. I wanted to know if she was as wet as I was. I was hoping she would want to feel my pussy too, and maybe we could take this a whole lot further than where it was at. I slid my left hand off of her chest and down past her stomach and onto her crotch, passing by her jeans button and zipper. When my hand wrapped around her pussy and just as I was tightening my pressure; Jane pulled from our kiss, and cried out; "Wait!"

"This is a lot, Jill. I didn't expect this today." She furthered.

I pulled my hand back from in between her legs and just sat there frozen. I didn't know what to say.

"Whew!" She bellowed out with a deep breath she was releasing. "We shouldn't have gone this far in here." She gargled out.

"I'm sorry," I answered her. "I thought we were doing okay with this?" I questioned.

"I was, but it's here and in a garage and It's... Well, you know, my first time... With a woman" She answered.

I placed my hand over hers and told her it was alright. I understood. I looked her deep in her eyes and said, "I'm sorry if I pushed it. I care for you. I want you to be happy and experiment if you like. I wasn't us to trust each other." I furthered

Jane smiled at me and said, "Thank you, that means a lot."

"I'm learning to trust you, Jill," She spoke. "I just think we went too far today." She mumbled.

"I think I'm going to go," She spoke out a few seconds later.

"Please don't go," I asked her.

"We can slow it down. I just don't want you running off, because it went too far." I furthered.

I looked at her deeply in her eyes and said; "I like you a lot Jane and I don't want to scare you off. Please just sit with me a while." I begged.