Chapter 3: Jane’s Past

The days that followed were a welcome change of pace—an unexpected development that neither had foreseen. Tomas found himself looking forward to his downtime with Jane, which often consisted of leisurely visits downstairs where they’d chat, play cards, or simply enjoy each other’s company.

It was during one such visit, as they sat on the couch playing a game of rummy, that Tomas noticed his gaze repeatedly being drawn to Jane’s cleavage. The low-cut dress she wore left little to the imagination, and he found himself unable to focus on the game.

His erection grew as he studied her ample assets, his eyes darting between the cards in her hands and the tantalizing view down the front of her dress. A smirk played on his lips, and he excused himself, standing up abruptly and strolling towards her.

Jane looked up in surprise as he loomed over her, his eyes dark with desire. She went to stand but he stopped her, pressing a finger to her lips. “Shh,” he said, his voice low and husky.

A thrill ran through her at the sight of his hardened length—the very picture of dominance. Without another word, Tomas grabbed her around the waist and lifted her onto the coffee table, spreading her thighs apart as he stepped between them. Jane’s eyes widened in surprise, but she said nothing, instead enjoying the sensation of his weight against her as he positioned himself at her entrance.

He sank into her warmth with a groan, his hands on her hips as he began setting a slow, deliberate pace. Jane ran her hands up his back, digging her fingers into his flesh as their mundane conversation continued uninterrupted—a bizarre but exciting twist to their tryst.

Tomas increased his pace slightly as he gazed down and enjoyed his member sliding in and out of her from behind. Her round ass and butthole bouncing against his hips. He was enjoying how effortlessly their conversation flowed despite the intensity of their physical connection. It was almost as if they were two old friends catching up while engaging in a casual tryst.

“You feel pretty good today,” Jane commented as if she were complimenting a friend’s cooking.

“You’re not so bad yourself,” he replied with a wink, enjoying the way her breasts jiggled with each thrust.

Jane laughed, the sound muffled as she spoke between clenched teeth. “I meant ... never mind.”

Their game forgotten, Tomas reached up to cup Jane’s breasts, relishing the feel of their weight in his hands as he continued thrusting into her. She ran her fingers through his hair, holding him close as resumed her story telling from the card game. It was about her best friend from middle school—Tia—whom she’d lost touch with over the years. Jane spoke fondly of their shared love for gymnastics and how they’d both dreamed of competing professionally.

“We were inseparable in middle school, but when we went to high school, I got into cheerleading and hung out with the jacks while she got into dance and theater and hung out with the drama nerds.” Wistfully she continued, “I miss Tia though. She was always the optimistic one. She lifted my spirits in the worst of times. And she was a problem solver. She could make lemonade out of any lemons.”

Tomas hummed in response, continuing his relentless assault on her most sensitive spots. The table vibrated with each of his movements, and Jane felt herself growing closer to the edge.

“I regret not staying closer to her,” Jane continued, her voice breathless as she arched against him. “She had such a kind soul ... and her friends were actually nice, unlike mine.”

He smiled, his eyes never leaving hers as he increased the pressure on her clit. “You two should reconnect. She sounds like an amazing person.”

Jane nodded, unable to speak as pleasure overwhelmed her. The table shook as she came, her walls clenching around Tomas’s hardening length. He continued thrusting through her orgasm, enjoying the way her body quaked against him.

Finally, he couldn’t hold back any longer. With a growl, Tomas came inside Jane, filling her with his seed and the potential of eternal youth. They remained locked together for several moments as he enjoyed the sensation of their combined fluids dripping down his legs.

After their conversation, Tomas became increasingly intrigued by the idea of Jane’s old friend—the optimistic redhead who’d brought light into her life. He learned that she had become a dance instructor at a local studio.

It was easy to find photos of her online—a fiery ginger with the lithe figure of a professional dancer. Her social media accounts revealed a bubbly, outgoing personality, and Tomas imagined her radiant smile lighting up any room she entered.

He spent many an evening lost in fantasy, picturing what it would be like to have Tia at his mercy. In his daydreams, he’d shrunk both women and brought them upstairs for a steamy threesome—an idea that sent shivers down his spine. He envisioned tying them up side by side, their bodies glistening with sweat as he took turns pleasing them both.

One such fantasy played out in his mind as he stroked himself one night. In it, Tia was clad in a skimpy leotard that showcased her exquisite figure, while Jane wore a tight latex catsuit that highlighted every curve. He’d instructed them both to assume the position—hands tied above their heads, legs spread wide, a leash around their neck—and left them waiting eagerly for his touch.