Jane Finds Herself
Copyright© 2025 by ghostwritten
Chapter 21
Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 21 - While trapped on a family camping trip, Jane has an unusual run-in with a man at the washrooms. Fighting her fears and anxieties, Jane continues to meet with him each night and even befriends his daughter Riley... who looks remarkably like her.
Caution: This Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/ft ft/ft Consensual Heterosexual Incest Spanking Anal Sex Cream Pie First Facial Masturbation Oral Sex Petting Sex Toys Squirting Voyeurism Small Breasts
We hung around downtown for a while, looking through windows at all the different clothing stores that were too expensive for us to even go inside. It seemed to cheer Riley up, who still felt guilty about what had happened with Ross. I was upset still, but I was doing my best to hide it. I still couldn’t believe what happened, and worse, how he reacted. We were lucky he hadn’t turned violent and that Brian, of all people, stepped up to allow us to leave. If I knew how to get a hold of him, I’d give Brian my thanks.
I suggested we grab some dinner at that noodle place I had mentioned, and Riley was all for it. At that moment, I think she would have eaten cardboard stuffed with razorblades if I’d asked her to. It was a small little shop tucked away on a side street, but a lot of local Japanese people ate there. My mom and I found it by chance last year, when coming back from a shopping trip. We’d worked up an appetite after hitting a few stores and had a craving for something salty. The plain looking sign advertising ‘Fresh Noodles’ drew us in, but the food brought us back. To this day, I don’t even know what the place is called. It’s just ‘that noodle place on Chesapeake’.
We walked down the stairs to the small basement restaurant, and a man in the window tossed and slapped the fresh noodles on a large cutting board. A little bell clanged as we entered. The seafoam green walls and old mismatched chairs dated the décor, but the smells roused the senses. The air was thick with the scents of savory broths as we walked up to the counter to order. The small old Japanese lady behind the counter barely spoke any English, so I resorted to pointing to what I wanted. Riley seemed lost, so I ordered the same for her, as well as a couple of bottles of sparkling water.
We took our drinks and sat down at one of the tiny tables and waited. It was lucky that it was early, since there were only a few people seated currently. I knew from experience that this place could get crowded quickly after work. A couple of moments later, a middle-aged Japanese woman brought us our food. She bowed, said something in Japanese that I always assumed was ‘Enjoy’, and left.
Riley looked at her food with confusion. The brownish soupy liquid was packed with flavor, mixed with green onions and other veggies, a large clump of noodles, and half of one large, boiled egg. She picked up her chopsticks gingerly and poked at the bowl of food like it would bite. What I didn’t realize was that it wasn’t the food that was the problem, but the implements provided to eat them.
We hadn’t spoken since we’d entered the restaurant, Riley had let me take charge. What I didn’t know was that Riley had never even attempted to eat with chopsticks before. The distant sound of broth slurping could be heard from other tables, and I watched her struggle to pick up a piece of sliced carrot. I don’t know why, but it made me smile for the first time in hours.
“No, no ... you’ve got to pinch it here and grab it with the ends.” I tried to demonstrate for her, as I picked up a clump of noodles and put them in my mouth.
“Like this?” Riley squeezed the chopsticks too tight, and the noodles went flying onto the table.
“Nope!” I giggled.
The middle-aged woman suddenly appeared at our table with a cloth and cleaned up the mess, then handed Riley a fork and spoon. Riley went red in the face with embarrassment while I started to laugh. It took a few moments, but Riley joined in as she resumed eating with standard cutlery.
“Not a chopsticks person? I finally found something I can do better than you,” I teased, as the whole incident helped relieve some of the earlier tension.
“There are a lot of things you can do better than me,” said Riley, her face returning to its usual radiance.
“Not really, unless you’re talking about...” I gave a knowing shrug.
“Jane, you don’t give yourself enough credit for all the good things you do. You’re kind, caring, and smart. Don’t sell yourself short. I mean it! What’s the first thing you asked when we left? Riley, are you ok? You cared more about me and made sure I was safe than anything else,” Riley said.
“Then why don’t I feel that way,” I asked as my insecurities started to show. “I always feel like I’m screwing up everything, like with Ross or whatever. I’m ... I’m scared I’m going to screw something up with you, and you won’t be my friend anymore,” I sighed into my half-eaten bowl of food.
“That will never happen, Jane. It would take the world ending for me not to be your friend, and even then, I’ll wait for you in heaven...” Riley smiled her warm, reassuring smile.
“You’d be waiting a while...” I grinned as I looked into her eyes, “ ... I’m pretty sure I’ll be headed to the other place.”
Without skipping a beat, Riley replied, “Then I’ll see you down there, too. Where you go, I go.”
That made me feel better, if only for a little while.
We eventually made our way to Val’s place, a nice brownfields reclamation project in an up-and-coming part of town. Her parents saw the way the neighborhood was going and moved in early, snagging a large unit for a fraction of the price. It was more than twice the size of my parents’ condo and became the de facto hang out spot for the three of us as we grew up. It also helped that her parents were gone most of the time, traveling for work or just to get away.
Val buzzed us in. The old industrial brick exterior stood in sharp contrast to the decayed death-trap we’d been in a few hours earlier. The building was an old factory of cotton or clothing, converted into large lofts that now sold for ten times what Val’s parents paid for theirs. Everything from the front doors to the stairwell had an industrial look and feel to it.
We walked along a long hallway. The refinished wood floors brightened the space of brick walls and industrial overhead lighting. I always found the place had this strange wood smell, like a forest, but I never knew why that was. We got to the large metal sliding door with music playing inside, and I rang the doorbell. The music suddenly stopped. I heard footsteps, and then the heavy door swung open.
“YAY! You actually made it and ... oh my GOD, you cloned yourself!” Val screeched as she saw Riley. Val was a tall, black-haired girl with a small nose and olive skin, likely from her Greek roots. She had a slightly larger bust than me, but her real attention getter was a shapely ass, from years working out at the gym. Her teeth were perfectly straight and white, thanks to years of orthodontist and dental work.
“Hi, Val,” I said, hugging her. She stood there frozen in confusion. Becca quickly ran over to see what the fuss was about.
“Holy shit! Did you have a secret twin this whole time?” Becca’s jaw looked like it had fallen off. It dropped so low that it almost landed on her ample breasts. Becca was a short but thin, somewhat ditzy brunette with long curly hair. Her body proportions made her look like someone had squished her down somehow, and most of it moved to her chest. At just over 5’1, her almost D-cup breasts stuck out even more. She looked very tanned, with a slight line near her eyes where she normally wore glasses.
“Girls, this is my friend Riley. Riley, this is Val and Becca.”
“Nice to finally meet you,” Riley smiled politely as she looked around the large open concept room. “Great place you’ve got here,” she said, looking around.
Val smiled, “Thanks, come on in.”
Val led us into the main living room area, which was a couple of large black leather couches joined together to form an ‘L’, in front of a gas fireplace with a TV mounted above it. Since it was still warm out, there wasn’t a fire, but it still looked really impressive with the red brick walls. Art that I didn’t understand hung on some of the walls. Her parents collected works from local artists, hoping they’d become famous, and the pieces would be worth money in the future.
Sitting arms strung across the backs of the two couches were Val and Becca’s boyfriends, Dale and Matt. I’d had a big crush on Matt for years but couldn’t act on it. He tried to talk to me once, but I panicked and fled. Becca ended up with him, and they’d been dating for the past year.
“Nice to see you, Jane ... Other Jane,” Matt said as he smiled at me. I felt my old kneejerk instinct to run and hide in a corner, but Riley touched my back and nudged me to sit down.
“H-hi Matt,” I finally managed to say.
“Hi, I’m Riley.”
Riley introduced herself to everyone as the girls took their seats next to their boyfriends while Riley and I sat in the middle of the ‘L’. I could feel the eyes of everyone staring at us, likely waiting for an explanation.
“We don’t know,” I said out of the blue. “We met while camping a while ago and became friends. But yeah, we’re completely identical.”
Dale leaned forward to get a closer look. He wasn’t the brightest guy in school, but he’d been dating Val for about six months now and treated her well. He was on the school’s soccer team, so I just assumed he’d taken one too many balls to the head.
“So ... like, which one of you is the evil one?” he asked with a chuckle. I turned and looked at Riley, and she looked at me as we tried to wordlessly determine the answer. I shrugged, and then she nodded.
“I’d have to say, me,” I replied, which got Becca and Val laughing.
“You? Come on, Jane. We’ve known you since 4th grade. There’s no way you’re the evil one,” Becca laughed, and her tits jiggled.
“You’d be surprised,” Riley said with a knowing smile.
“Bullshit!” Val exclaimed. “I love ya, Jane, but no way.”
“Riley, why don’t you tell us about yourself,” said Becca, rolling her eyes, clearly wanting to change the subject.
Riley stood up in front of everyone like she was about to give a school presentation. Her hands played with the navy-blue skirt she still wore. We hadn’t had a chance to change into our original attire after the apartment incident.
“Well, as Jane said, the two of us met at a campground earlier this summer. I was camping with my parents. We live a couple of hours away from here in a small town I’m sure none of you have heard of. Anyway, I thought she was drowning, so I jumped in to save her. At home, I work as a lifeguard at a community center with my boyfriend James. We’ve been dating for a couple of years now.”
“So, you’re normal then?” Val asked, with a glance over to me.
“What do you mean?” Riley asked, slightly confused.
Matt tried to respond, “Well ... Jane can be a little ... What’s the right word?”
“Jumpy,” Dale suggested.
“Jittery. It’s how she got the nickname Jittering Jane,” Becca said.
“Jittering Jane? Really? That seems pretty mean,” said Riley. I could tell she wasn’t amused by what my friends used to call me.
“We tried to help, we really did,” Val tried to defend themselves. “Anytime she’d have to say more than two words to a guy, she’d get really tongue-tied, start shaking, and then find an excuse to run off.”
“It’s actually true,” said Matt. “I asked her about studying together for a test once, and it looked like she was having a seizure or something, giggled, said she had to pee, then took off down the hall.”
“In my defense,” I said, standing up, “I really did have to pee. But yes, that was all true.”
“Really?!” Riley turned to me. “I didn’t know you were THAT bad.”
“Oh yeah,” Becca continued. “Did she tell you about the 8th grade play?”
“Yeah, her mom told me that one.”
“She went to a private school for a year because of it. We were happy she came back though,” said Becca, who reached over and touched my arm. “She was just always hopeless with guys though, kind of wondered if she did better with girls, to be honest. We love her to bits, but sometimes it can be exhausting watching her freak out or overthink things...”
“Oh, I know the overthinking thing,” said Riley, rolling her eyes.
As I watched Riley talk and laugh with my friends, I felt strange about it. I loved that they all seemed to be getting along, but it felt like I lost a secret. My old world collided with the new one in the form of Riley, who always looked so confident in social situations. I’ve never been that relaxed meeting so many new people before, but she seemed to take it in stride like it was just another day. A little part of me couldn’t help but think Riley would make a better friend to Becca and Val than I did.
I always seemed like the wet blanket to their frivolities. I looked over at Matt, my old crush, who was now dating Becca and knew if Riley had been in my place, she’d have had him long ago. Becca likely would have been dating someone else, and the three of them could go on group dates together.
“ ... and she’s gone...” I heard Becca say. “Earth to Jane! Come back to us, Jane!”
“I’m here, I’m listening,” I said defensively.
“Classic Janey...”
Val looked at me. “Looks like she’s getting better, though; even seems more confident.”
I simply smiled. “It’s been an interesting summer.”
Becca quickly said, “Yo, that’s true. We did see her with that hot guy a week or two ago.”
Riley winced, and I put my head down, as that brought back flashbacks of this afternoon. I tried to swallow my feelings and continued to smile as they talked about how hot he was and asked how I’d managed to actually get him to go out with me.
“We broke up,” I finally said, “just this afternoon.”
“Awww, Jane, I’m sorry,” Val said, standing up to give me a hug. “Before you two got here, we were about to start drinking. Do you want some?”
Matt stood up, “Why don’t we play a drinking game?”
Dale clapped his hands and rubbed them together like he was trying to start a fire. Becca seemed to be down for it while Val ran to the kitchen. I looked at Riley, who shrugged, and it seemed this was something we were doing.
“Ok, what game?” I asked hesitantly. I knew I couldn’t handle much alcohol and the last time I drank was with Brad and Tucker, and that didn’t turn out well for me.
“Well ... let’s play something so we can get to know Riley,” Val yelled from the kitchen area, which was against a far wall. With the exception of an island, the whole area was visible from where we sat, but she disappeared behind an open wooden cupboard door.
“How about two truths and a lie!” Matt offered. He went on to explain, “The goal is one person says two truths about themselves and one lie, and the others have to guess the lie. If you guess wrong, you have to drink.”
“Sounds fun but might take too long...” Val then grinned, as she had clearly thought of something. “What about ‘I never’?”
Dale laughed, “Getting right into it, eh? I’m down.”
“What’s I never?” I asked, sort of dumbfounded. I hadn’t played a lot of drinking games before since I rarely went to parties.
Riley got my attention, “I never is a game where someone says something they’ve never done, and if you’ve done it, you have to take a drink.”
“She’s played it before,” Val said, returning with half the liquor cabinet in her arms. “I like her already.”
“Yeah, but Jane’s never done anything. She’ll be sober as a priest on Sunday,” Becca complained, as she reached for a clear bottle of something. When she pulled it up, I noticed a familiar label, Vodka Ice.
The memories flooded back of that night with Brad and Tucker. I remembered it tasted ok, better than whatever it was they gave me before that. It was difficult to dissociate the drink with what happened afterward with the bottle stuffed inside me as Tucker roared with laughter. Worse, as my mind remembered the feeling of the bottle inside me, I started to get aroused. I tried to brush it off as I reached for a glass, and Becca filled it up for me. Riley reached for something brown that smelled sour.
“Woah, she’s going for the hard stuff, I like her,” said Dale as he grabbed a beer.
Everyone sat around on the couch, their choice of drink in hand, and settled in for whatever was about to happen. I couldn’t help but feel nervous, knowing my low tolerance, but I hoped Riley would keep me from embarrassing myself. I’d already done enough of that today. Riley was elected to go first.
“Never have I ever ... gone to a private school.”
“Low blow, Riley,” I said, as I took a drink. It did get a few cheers from everyone else, though. I did notice that Dale took a drink, too. It went to Val next.
“Let’s do an easy one for Jane,” she said, “Never have I ever ... sucked a dick.”
Dale grumbled something under his breath. Clearly, that was a true statement. Becca and Riley took a drink. As I lifted my glass to my lips, Val interrupted.
“No no, Jane,” Val tried to explain, “you don’t drink if you haven’t done it.”
“I know,” I said, then took a swig and wiped my mouth.
A chorus of Ooooooo’s broke out from the rest of the couch.
“What happened to our Jittering Jane?” Becca asked with a smile.
“Died on a camping trip, I’m afraid,” I replied, then reflexively took another drink.
Dale was next, “Never have I ever ... had sex in public.”
There was a pause, and a few people looked around confused. Riley spoke up, “What’s considered public?”
Dale thought for a second, “Uh, how about outside of a house or building; in the fresh air or something.”
Everyone but Val and Dale took a drink, which made me think they had the dullest sex life imaginable. Again, there were a few stunned faces when I tilted the glass to my lips, finishing what remained. It was quickly topped up by Becca.
Becca was next, “Never have I ever ... kissed a girl before.”
Val and Becca were the only ones who didn’t drink.
“Jane, you’ve gotta be lying ... there’s no way” said Val in disbelief.
My words slurred a little as I spoke, my weakness to booze rearing its ugly head. “You donnn know as much about me as you thinkkk...” I giggled.
“It couldn’t all be with that hunk we saw her with ... could it?” Becca said to Val while I rested my head against Riley’s arm. She looked at me questioningly but didn’t say anything.
The game went around to each of us a few times. Not everything was sexual, and I managed not to drink every time. I was getting pretty buzzed when the next question came from Matt, who asked, “Never have I ever ... had a threesome.”
There was stunned silence as Riley and I lifted our glasses and took a swig.
“Nah uh, no way!” Val stood up quickly, then wobbled a little. “There’s no way you drank to that, Jane. You can’t lie.”
“Way to go, Jane!” Dale cheered, “That’s so hot!”
“Seriously, what is happening!” Becca screeched loudly.
“Why don’t we get her to prove it?” said Matt with a gleam in his eye.
“What, you want her to bang someone right here? No way!” Val said as she crouched excitedly on the couch.
“Ok, I’ve got an idea. New game!” Dale said excitedly. “Truth or dare.”
“I don’t know if that’s a good idea,” Riley said, somehow barely affected by the alcohol.
“It’ll be fine. We won’t let it get too crazy. We just want to see if she’s telling the truth or if she’s still Jittering Jane,” said Val, downing the rest of her drink.
“Alright Jane, Truth or Dare?” Becca asked. Through fuzzy eyes, I couldn’t help but see everyone leaning forward and looking at me. It felt weird.
“Truth!”
Becca looked directly at me, “Are you still a virgin?”
I stared back at her, well, the two blurry versions of her, “No.”
The two Beccas furrowed their brows, “I think she’s actually telling the truth.”
“Truth or Dare?” I said to Val.
“Dare!” Val said with confidence.
“I dare you to kiss Becca!”
The guys cheered, and both girls looked at each other nervously. I felt a hand on my back and turned to see Riley grin. Clearly, she approved of my dare. I watched my two friends get closer; their hands touched each other’s bodies nervously. Their mouths leaned forward, and their lips touched for only a few seconds as the rest of the room erupted in hooting and hollering. They separated quickly, their faces red with embarrassment, but I wasn’t satisfied.
“That’s not a kiss. What is she, your Mom?” I drunkenly said, standing up and nearly tipping back over. Riley had to quickly stick a hand out to keep me upright. I moved over to my two friends.
“And what would you kn—” Val tried to say but was interrupted when I smashed my lips to hers.
“HOLY SHIT!” I heard from Becca behind me, but I was too busy snaking my tongue to Val’s mouth.
There was more hooting and hollering from the guys, egging us on. But even in my alcohol-addled mind, I was surprised when I felt Val’s tongue caress mine in her mouth. There was a lingering taste of vodka in her mouth, and the unmistakable scent of Val’s light perfume fluttered through my nostrils.