Jane Finds Herself
Copyright© 2025 by ghostwritten
Chapter 25
Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 25 - 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 Analingus Cream Pie First Facial Masturbation Oral Sex Petting Sex Toys Squirting Voyeurism Small Breasts
After Riley left, I turned and headed back inside, feeling desolate. The walk up the stairs felt like it took forever, but maybe I was just feeling the physical and emotional exhaustion from the last twenty-four hours. I passed Mrs. Beauchamp on the stairs, who greeted me warmly, but I barely had the energy even for small talk. She told me she was going out of town again soon and asked if I would mind keeping an eye on her place and taking care of her cats.
I sleepily agreed, yawning several times as we talked. She didn’t know the specific days she’d be gone, but it would be for a full week. She was going to visit her grown children again, and they hadn’t nailed down the specifics. I’d been taking care of her cats for years when she traveled. It was pretty easy, really, cats mostly take care of themselves. I just had to make sure to give them enough food for a couple of days at a time, refill their water bowls, and clean up any messes that might occur. She usually gave me twenty dollars and some baked goods for my help.
On a couple of occasions, I just sat in her apartment doing schoolwork or whatever, enjoying some alone time with the soft, gentle purrs of a cat or two happily sleeping on or beside me. Part of me always wondered if I was destined for life as a solitary, crazy cat lady. Through my anxiety fueled years, I wrestled with the positives and negatives of such a lifestyle.
Before I continued the long climb to the third floor, Mrs. Beauchamp asked me one more question, “Where’s your friend, Jane? The one that looks like you?”
I gave a half-smile, my eyes cast down to the floor, “She just now drove away. She’s gone back home, and I don’t know when I’ll see her again.”
“That’s too bad, but I’m sure you’ll see her again.” I hope so, I thought as I climbed the next flight of stairs. My legs felt heavier and heavier with each step, but I finally managed to make it through our front door. Mom was sitting on the couch, a cup of coffee in one hand, and her phone in the other. The smell of freshly brewed coffee refreshed my senses and drew me to the pot like a cartoon mouse to a wheel of cheese.
“I thought you might need that,” Mom said as she watched me pour myself a mug of liquid energy.
“God, do I ever! I’m so exhausted.”
“You look it! Riley seemed to fare better, though. The bags under her eyes don’t look as big as yours.”
“Thanks, Mom,” I said, rolling my tired eyes. It always felt she relished those passive-aggressive put downs she zinged me with.
“You know what I mean. Maybe I should have made coffee earlier, so Riley could have some. I hope she gets home safely.”
“Yeah, me too,” I replied as I added some milk and sugar, turning the black liquid a lighter shade of brown.
“So how are you doing, Jane? With everything you’ve been told,” Mom asked. I couldn’t help but break my stare at my coffee mug and look at my mother’s face. Despite everything that had happened, she still seemed calm and in control.
“Honestly don’t know. I think I’m still trying to process everything. You really don’t care that Dad was having sex with Riley last night?”
Mom shrugged her shoulders casually, “Not really. We’ve been together a long time now, and as I said, we’ve always been a little more relaxed on sex. It doesn’t really have to mean anything, Jane. Sex can just be fun, as long as both parties agree to those terms.”
“But what’s to stop him from sleeping with other people?”
“He chooses not to,” she answered calmly. “All I ever ask of him is that he’s upfront with me about it, but he never has actually done it until Riley.”
“But why her? Why the friend who looks like me?”
“I can’t answer that, Jane. You should ask your father when he comes home. It’s the reason I wanted him here for breakfast so we could all talk, but he refused and went to work instead.” Her face betrayed her at that moment, and I could tell it was a sore subject, but I had questions that needed clarifying.
“Is that why I heard angry voices this morning before we got out of bed?”
Mom hung her head. “Yes, I tried to make him understand that it was important we discuss this as a family, but he thought otherwise. He didn’t think we needed to be as open as I wanted to be. He didn’t want to discuss our sex lives in front of you, and he really didn’t want to hear what you’ve been up to.”
“Is Dad ashamed of me?” I felt my eyes sting with potential tears. “I know I’ve made mistakes, but I’m still figuring out who I am.”
Mom hugged me. “Oh no, sweetie. Your father just has his own thoughts and feelings to deal with. Just give him some time, ok?”
“But you both wish I was more like Riley, don’t you?”
She held me tighter. “Sweetie, we love you no matter what. It’s just been hard watching you struggle as you have over the years and not being able to help you. We’re both proud of how well you’re doing now. Riley’s been a great influence on you, and it’s nice to see you smile and be more confident.”
“Thanks, Mom.”
“Just be careful is all I’ll ask. It won’t take much for someone to take advantage of you, and then you’re stuck doing things you aren’t comfortable with.”
I just looked at Mom, feeling a little annoyed that she thought I couldn’t take care of myself. At this point, I’d done things she’d likely never imagined I would do. I was comfortable with quite a lot, and even the stuff I’d done that I wasn’t sure about, I secretly enjoyed it, even if I had a hard time admitting it to myself.
“I’ll be fine, Mom. You have to trust me some; I’m not an idiot.” I had snapped at her but felt bad immediately afterward.
“This entire morning was about me trusting you, Jane. Don’t you see that?” Mom looked upset, her voice rising. “I’m just trying to protect you from making the same mistakes I made. But fine, if you want me to treat you like an adult, you won’t hear another word from me on the subject.”
Mom stormed off and went to her room, slamming the door behind her. I stood in the living room alone, feeling like I had just made the whole situation worse. I thought about knocking on my Mom’s door; apologizing for what I said, but didn’t mean. I didn’t though. I just turned and walked silently into my room, shutting the door behind me.
I sat down on my still unmade bed. The room felt emptier without Riley and her stuff there. I lay down on her pillow and breathed in her scent. It made me feel better and worse at the same time. It gave me comfort, yet reminded me that she was gone. I wanted to cry, but the combination of mental and physical exhaustion wouldn’t let me. I just lay there with my face buried in that pillow for at least an hour. When I finally decided that I had wallowed in self-pity long enough, I got up.
I started to make the bed, pulling the covers off to the side. That’s when I saw the large white stain again from where Riley had slept; the cum from my Dad having leaked out of her and spilled onto the sheets. I stood there trying to decide if I should wash the bedding again or just leave it. They’d just been washed the day prior, so beyond that spot, they were clean. I ran my hand over the dried mess. It was a little stiff to the touch, but not too much. I thought I could probably just leave it. I also wanted to preserve the scent of Riley on my bed for as long as possible, too. I draped the top sheet over the stain and smoothed it out, before covering it with the comforter.
I walked around the room to find my discarded teddy on the floor, having simply shed it the night before. I picked it up and looked at it. It was still clean and wasn’t damaged. I folded it up and placed it in my underwear drawer. It reminded me that I still had to drop off my resume to Hidden Miss at some point today. I decided there was no time like the present and printed off one I’d made a while ago. I just wanted an excuse to get out of there for a little while, and that seemed like the most viable.
The only question I had, as I looked at myself in a mirror, was what should I wear? I couldn’t just go in jeans and a T-shirt, I wanted to look professional. What I saw the girls working there wear was a mix of skirts and blouses. I dug through my closet and pulled out a few options. I decided on a simple beige pencil skirt that went down just below my knees. For the shirt, I put on a baby-blue blouse, buttoned up fully except the top button. I tied my hair up into a loose bun, so it wouldn’t look too messy. I checked out my ensemble in the mirror, turning one way and then the other. I thought I looked like a banker or office worker. I hoped it gave a good impression of professionalism, because one look at my nearly empty resume would tell a different story. I grabbed a pair of flats and a purse, and headed out the door.
The walk over to the store wasn’t too long, about fifteen minutes, which would make it easy getting to work. It wasn’t like I’d have to jump on three different buses or get stuck in traffic and arrive late. As I walked down the street, I seemed to catch the eyes of several men, and a couple of women, walking by. I watched their heads turn to follow me as I passed. One older guy in a business suit nearly walked into a parking meter, narrowly avoiding it at the last minute. I hoped that meant I looked good enough for a store that sold sexy attire.
When I could see the sign and entrance of the store in the distance, I started to slow down a bit. My nerves started flaring up and I grew anxious again. It wasn’t that I didn’t want the job now, but that I really did. With everything that had happened the last few days, I badly wanted to save some money so I could move out of my parents’ place and live with Riley. I wanted to see her and talk to her every day, and I needed money for that to happen.
I felt a pain growing in the pit of my stomach as I looked over my scant resume and wondered how a place like Hidden Miss would ever hire me. I had no real customer service experience or any actual working experience whatsoever. I’d done a bit of babysitting, some forced volunteer work, and watched Mrs. Beauchamp’s cats. That was the extent of my work experience. Worst still, I wasn’t very good at talking to people. I was always nervous meeting new people, old people, and pretty much all people. This was going to be a disaster, I told myself, but I pulled on the door handle, and walked in anyway.
The store looked quiet when I entered, with a pretty brunette standing behind the counter looking at her phone. A little bell rang as I entered, and she looked up and smiled at me. I looked around the store, hoping to see Crystal, but she wasn’t anywhere on the floor. I don’t know why, but I expected her to be here today. She had been the one to suggest I drop off a resume and now here I was and she wasn’t. I suspected this other girl would just laugh at me when she looked at my one-page paper resume with ‘Cat Sitter’ on it.
“Hello there. What can I help you with?” the brunette salesclerk said as she walked towards me. I recognized her as the same girl who helped Riley and me the first time we were in and just browsing. She was also very pretty and looked like she was in her early to mid-twenties.
“Oh, uh ... hi,” I said, my heart racing as I started to panic. I could now only think about this person laughing at me when I said I wanted to apply for a job here. I tried to breathe normally but it was becoming difficult. I swallowed hard and finally spoke again.
“I was told to drop off a resume?” My voice raised and made it sound like I was asking a question. I felt as stupid as when a waiter at a restaurant says ‘enjoy’ and you say, ‘you, too’.
The woman looked at me questioningly but smiled, her white teeth shone in the light from the front window. I noticed her clothing was shorter than mine and a bit more revealing. Her black skirt stopped midway up her tanned thighs, and her blouse was unbuttoned daringly low. I could just see the edge of her lacy red bra underneath her light-pink shirt. A gold chain hung around her neck and drew the eyes down to a pendant that nestled in the cleft of her ample bosoms.
“Well, I didn’t know we were hiring. Who asked you to drop this off?”
I felt like crumpling up into a little weeping ball on the floor, or running out of there and never showing my face again. I felt so small and stupid, and I hadn’t even handed her my resume yet. My hands started shaking, as the palms of my hands turned clammy. I felt it coming on and there was nothing I could do to stop it. I started giggling.
“It was... giggles ... Crystal... giggles ... yesterday...” I wanted to die then and there.
The woman looked at me oddly. Who could blame her, but the smile never left her face. She held out her hand, and I shakily placed the piece of paper in it. I watched her brown eyes scan the document quickly. I suspected she was withholding a laugh, but that might have been my imagination.
“Thank you,” she said politely. “I’ll make sure the manager gets it.”
I smiled meekly and turned to leave. I wanted to get out of there as quickly as possible. Just as I was about to exit, I caught a glimpse of someone walking out of the back room. Her rusty-copper hair contrasted with her pale skin and freckled face.
“Hello Danielle, I’m back from lunch. Anything happen?” the woman asked. I was blocked from view by the brunette that I assumed was named Danielle.
“Oh hey Crystal, it’s been quiet,” Danielle said, not turning towards the other woman. She continued to look at me, a smirk on her face. “Actually, this-um... girl, said you wanted her to drop off a resume?”
The brunette stepped aside and pointed at me. I tucked my shoulders in and hunched over, wanting to simply make myself as small as possible so maybe I wouldn’t be seen. I thought that maybe the whole thing was a joke, and Crystal wanted to make fun of me in front of some of the staff.
Crystal looked up from behind the counter, her face previously cast downward at the register. Our eyes connected and she stepped out from behind the counter and walked forward. I saw her grin when she recognized me, and I prepared myself for the worst.
“Well, you actually came back. I’ll be honest, I had you at less than a forty percent chance you’d actually return,” Crystal said, as she stopped beside Danielle.
Embarrassed, I looked down at the floor. “So, this was a big joke...” I turned towards the door, fighting back tears. I found this more humiliating than anything Tucker had done to me. I was about to leave when I felt a hand touch my shoulder.
“Of course not, my dear. I think you’d do quite well here. Let me have a look at that resume.”
I didn’t leave but I didn’t dare turn around either. I tried to subtly wipe the tears from my eyes with the back of my hand, pretending to rub my face. I didn’t know what I wanted anymore, I just knew I wanted to go home. I’d rather take the awkward silence with my Mom than this.
“She doesn’t have much on there,” I heard Danielle whisper.
Crystal replied, “But I see something in her. I think there’s potential there.”
“We don’t have the hours for someone else, especially someone without sales experience...”
“It wouldn’t be full-time, just a few shifts a week...”
Their voices got quieter, and it got harder to hear them. I finally decided to turn around and saw them both whispering and looking at me. I couldn’t tell what was being said or which one was winning, but I did feel stupid standing there. I decided to say something.
“Excuse me, I’m sorry,” I said as my voice quivered. “I didn’t mean to be a problem, I’ll just leave and you can give it to the manager or something.”
Crystal stepped forward, my resume still in her hand. She looked at me and then the piece of paper in her hand. She held it out in front of me and proceeded to rip it in half, letting the pieces fall to the floor. I felt the tears rush back and I couldn’t hide them anymore.
“Why are you crying?” Crystal asked. “You got the job.”
“W-what?” I didn’t understand. Danielle walked back to the counter and returned with a box of tissues. I took one and wiped my face.
“You’re more than a resume, Jane. Besides, you have to start somewhere, right?” Crystal took a tissue and dabbed my eyes. I could see a smattering of freckles on her hands and arms that disappeared under the sleeves of her shirt.
“But doesn’t it have to go through the manager?” I asked. I couldn’t believe this was real and thought they were messing with me.
“Technically yes,” said Crystal, who looked at me and then to Danielle. “ ... but Danielle’s going to give you a chance.”
I think I went cross-eyed trying to figure out what the hell was going on. I was so confused at that moment, I couldn’t tell up from down.
“Dan-Danielle’s the manager?” I replied, staring at both of them. “But she doesn’t want me here, and with my lack of experience, I don’t blame her.”
“She’s uncertain about you, but I get the final say; benefits of being the owner.”
My head hurts. “Crystal, you’re the owner? But you’re so young.” Was all I was able to say. Both girls smiled like I’d given them a compliment.
The front door opened and a middle aged woman entered. Danielle moved to greet her and Crystal took my hand. Her hands felt soft to the touch, especially compared to how sweaty and clammy mine were.
“Let’s go to the back and talk in my office,” Crystal said, leading me towards the backroom she’d come from. The opening was covered by a black cloth hung on a gold-colored rod.
The backroom wasn’t very big. Smaller than my bedroom, it mostly consisted of a few grey metal shelves with various brown boxes or clear plastic bags with garments inside. There were two doors on the left hand side of the room. Crystal opened the first one to reveal a tiny office with a small wooden desk, a computer, and a couple of cheap black desk chairs. She motioned for me to sit down in the one closest to the door.
“Sorry for the confusion out there. I forgot to tell Danielle you might drop by,” Crystal said as she took a seat across from me. Her skirt climbed up her thighs as she sat down, and crossed her legs. From where I sat, I could almost see up her skirt.
My eyes snapped up to hers as she finished speaking, afraid she might have caught me peaking. I felt myself blush slightly and tried to move past it.
“That’s ok, I got worried that you were joking about me working here. I would like to work here though.”
“Of course,” she said, her smile was warm and comforting. “May I ask why you’d like to work here?”
I tried to think of the best way to answer that question. I had considered the types of interview questions I might get, and the best way to answer them on the walk here. Now that it was happening, my mind went blank. I decided to just be honest.
“I could use the money,” I said truthfully. “I want to get a place with the girl I was with yesterday, so I can move out of my parents place.”
She looked at me curiously, her head tilted slightly to one side. “Wasn’t that your sister? You both look the same.”
I shook my head. “No, she’s just one of my best friends and lives out of town. We actually only met a few months ago while camping.”
“Interesting,” she replied. “Thank you for being honest with me. We have a lot of girls drop off resumes, and they all sing a tune about their dream to work here and all that BS.”
She looked at me, then uncrossed her legs. She paused briefly; just enough time for me to see the bright purple panties hidden underneath her skirt, before crossing her legs the opposite way. I couldn’t stop myself from looking, and when my eyes met hers again, she grinned wide. I felt my face go nearly as purple as her panties with embarrassment at being caught.
“Now, if you’re going to work here, I need to know that you’re going to work hard and do whatever you’re told. Can I count on you for that?”
“Yes, Crystal,” I replied with my head down, still embarrassed about being caught.
“Danielle’s a little iffy on you, but I think we can get her to come around and prove you’re an asset to the team. You are going to be working under me for the first few weeks, and I’m going to work you hard, understand? I’m going to whip you into shape. Sound fun?”
“Yes, Crystal,” I repeated.
“Good! You sound like you’re willing to be trained. I want someone who’s good at doing what they’re told.”
“I am, Crystal.”
“Perfect! I think we’ll get along swimmingly. Do you have any questions for me?” I felt Crystal’s emerald-green eyes stare into mine, like green lasers. I shifted in my seat, and unconsciously uncrossed and re-crossed my legs. For a brief second, her eyes shifted down my body before returning back to my face. I don’t know if she saw anything; her face didn’t react like mine did.
“I’m sorry, um-you seem really young to own this whole store,” I blurted out, then immediately felt like an idiot.
She let out a short laugh and slapped one of my knees with her hand. It lingered there a bit longer than necessary.
“Since you’re a new employee, I’ll give you a brief history of the store. Six years back, I was a first-year business major in college. I was working two server jobs to make ends meet and still could barely pay the bills. One day, this customer comes in and says I have ‘a look’ that might earn me some extra cash. Tired, broke, and desperate, I did a few things I’m not proud of, but it paid well.”
“I was able to pay off what I owed and had some money to spare, so instead of saving it, I invested it in risky stocks. Luckily, they paid off and I made a bunch of money. I saw this store was for sale. The previous owners wanted to move on, so I dropped out of school and bought it. I hired my best friend Danielle to manage it, and we’ve been having fun ever since. There are three other girls who work here, but they are part time like you. Students, of course, but they’re nice girls who work hard.”