The Phases of One's Life
Copyright© 2026 by N.D.Tomes
Chapter 8: Janice’s New Place – Janice I .3 – Multiple Days
Fantasy Sex Story: Chapter 8: Janice’s New Place – Janice I .3 – Multiple Days - A controlled corporate attorney wakes tied to her own bed by a naked stranger who knows her name and claims it’s “for your own good.” The young woman has been quietly tangled in her life for months—leaving signs, steering events, and creating a strange current between them. What follows is a tense night of revelations about the firm, the last six months, and unsettling supernatural abilities. Dry, first-person, focused on the emotional shift more than explicit detail.
Caution: This Fantasy Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Fa/Fa Fa/ft Consensual Lesbian Heterosexual Fiction Humor Group Sex Interracial Black Female White Male White Female Oriental Female Hispanic Female First Masturbation Oral Sex
In the morning I awoke to hear Kate softly snoring. We had both migrated to the middle of the bed during the night, our backs lightly pressed together. I slid away to roll onto my other side. When I did Kate scooted closer into me so we were basically spooning. I just curled up next to her and draped an arm over her. I could feel her shirt had ridden up over the night. Without thinking I slid my hand under her shirt. Almost immediately Kate let out a little sigh and gave my hand a gentle rub. She sighed again. I felt myself smile.
Kate stirred, opening her eyes. Her mild look of surprise quickly changed when last evening came back to her. “Enjoying yourself?” she asked. I quickly pulled my hand away, apologizing. Kate groggily said, “Not the first time I’ve been woken like that.”
Smiling at her I asked, “That happens a lot, being awoken by strangers copping a feel?”
Still trying to wake, Kate gave me a droll look. “You might be as bad as her.”
From the doorway, Daphne chimed in, “You should take that as a compliment.”
Kate and I looked at Daphne, leaning against the door. We both greeted her with a simple “Morning.”
Kate worked her mouth, “I need water. My mouth is objecting to last night.” I agreed, my mouth felt quite dry too. My head felt thankfully clear. Kate’s eyes looked bright, not a hint of red. So I assumed the only ill effect from last evening was the severely dry mouths. Daphne though, looked like she had been drinking a health drink all evening.
Daphne drawled, “I’m amazed you two are up this early. Guess when you don’t make noise you don’t use up that much energy.”
Kate just gave her a withering look. Then added sarcastically, “We didn’t hear anything from you last evening. All the batteries for your toys go dead and no replacements.”
Daphne turned, walking away and calling back, “I don’t have any toys. You always steal them and end up breaking them ... Or wear them out...”
Kate smirked at Daphne’s back, then grinned. I chuckled, loving their ridiculous sparring.
Kate turned to me, “Bathroom’s yours first. Extra toothbrushes and toothpaste are in the bottom drawer on the right. Towels are by the shower, help yourself.”
I headed to the bathroom, found the toothbrush and toothpaste, and brushed, my mouth finally forgiving me. Stripping, I went into the huge shower and looked at all the shower heads and knobs. It didn’t take long to figure things out. I hadn’t turned anything on yet when I noticed Kate walk into the bathroom. As she raised her arms over her head to stretch, her t-shirt barely covered her butt and was stretched across her bust. I watched as she brushed her teeth and as soon as she rinsed I called out, “Is this a shower or a jet’s cockpit?” I turned my back to her as I motioned at all the knobs and shower heads. She called out her voice dripping with sarcasm, “Daphne’s idea!” I think she said it loud enough for Daphne to hear.
The next moment she was in the shower. My back was still to her. She put two hands on my hips, moving me to the side. “Here, I’ll teach you how to fly this thing,” she told me. She turned one knob and the rainfall shower head started. We were both out of the water’s path, but I could still feel it was cold. Kate got a look in her eye and I pointed at her saying, “Don’t you dare.” She gave me a smile saying, “It warms up super fast, you’d barely have time to scream.” The water did heat up quickly. Kate stepped under the flow, there was room for both of us. I just watched as she closed her eyes and raised her arms to work the water through her long hair.
I watched for a moment then grabbed a bar of soap. Going behind Kate and without a word I started to soap her back. I felt her give a little exhale and lean back slightly. She pulled her long hair off her back and over her shoulder so I could wash her entire back. Her back only took a moment. My voice caught as I told her to turn around. When she did, I froze — the realization of what would inevitably happen if I started touching while looking into her eyes. She saw me staring.
Snapping out of my trance, I set the soap back on the shelf. I drew her closer, our bodies meeting under the warm spray. Pulling her head down to mine, our lips met. What followed was a first for me. I had told Kate this. She, in my opinion, quite expertly demonstrated the basics. Judging from her later reactions and very vociferous statements about what she was feeling, I decided I was a quick learner. At one point she also announced to the world that a snake lived in my mouth. It was all I could do not to laugh.
It took several minutes for both our breathing to return to normal. When it did we quickly finished showering, both aware that we needed to get to the office, and I needed to swing by my apartment for a change of clothes. Stepping out, we both noticed the towels on the counter and two cups of coffee that hadn’t been there when we entered. Kate mumbled “Great” under her breath, and she saw my confused look, saying, “You’ll ‘see.’”
The next thing we heard was Daphne from the kitchen, yelling, “If you two don’t get dressed and out the door, you’ll both be late. Janice will have to wait until her next visit to ‘see.’” The emphasis on “see” was unmistakable. She must have heard me. We dried off quickly, sipping our coffee, and headed back to the bedroom. My clothes were laid out nicely on the bed, and Kate dressed from her closet. We finished dressing at the same time, walking out with our nearly empty coffee cups.
Daphne greeted us with travel mugs of more coffee and handed us small bags. “There are egg, cheese, sausage muffin sandwiches in there,” she said, ushering us toward the door. “I know you two were eating all morning, but I thought you might still be peckish.” Kate groaned, and I couldn’t help but laugh. This whole situation had my head a little light. This thing with Kate and Daphne, my housing situation being resolved. I wasn’t sure if my life just turned more upside down or was now right-side-up. Either way, Kate shot me a look, saying, “Don’t encourage her.” Daphne, with perfect timing, added as we walked out, “Apparently, some women require almost no encouragement before they’ll...” Kate cut her off sharply with, “Save it,” which made me laugh even harder.
Kate drove me to my apartment so I could change, the engine’s hum filling the brief silence. We’d been on the road for about two minutes, sipping our coffees, when I ventured a question, striving for a casual tone despite the butterflies in my stomach, “So, how long have you and Daphne been sleeping together?”
Kate answered like it was small talk. “Since the first night we met.” I’d just taken a sip of coffee, trying to play it cool, but her words hit me like a freight train. I was able to spit most of the liquid back into the cup. Some dribbled out over the front of my blouse. “You used to babysit her!” I exclaimed, incredulous. Kate, unfazed by my outburst, glanced at me with mild amusement. “I should’ve waited until you swallowed,” she said dryly. She pointed and said there are napkins in the glove compartment.
Still reeling, I fumbled with the napkins, wiping my chin and blouse. As I cleaned, Kate elaborated, her tone matter-of-fact. “You met Daphne on a Monday—the day we went condo shopping. I met her the Friday before.”
I froze, napkin in hand, and stared at her. “You agreed to move in with her after knowing her for just two days?”
“Closer to two and a half,” Kate replied almost slyly, a playful glint in her eye.
“Oh, much better,” I shot back, my voice dripping with something between mock relief and sarcasm.
Kate cleared her throat and in a lawyerly tone asked me, “And how long did it take her to strip you down to your panties and present you like a trussed-up seraph?” I let out a little groan of acknowledgment of my virtue, or lack of. Knowing she made her point, Kate continued in the same tone, “At least she had to tie me to my bed and cut my clothes off.” I leaned against the passenger door as far away from Kate as possible. Not because I was scared, but I wanted as good a look at her as possible—her face, her body language. She was calm and had a little smile on her face knowing she shocked me.
Staring at her I asked, “What are you two into?” Without skipping a beat, Kate replied, “I think you mean, the three of us.”
I let out a loud groan, slid down in my seat, and stared out the windshield. My mind searched through the last few months — my time with Kate and Daphne, the spanking story, affording that luxury condo, the way they were together, me moving into Kate’s old place. Then to top it off, it sank in — I’d had sex with another woman that morning, and the thought of doing it again excited me.
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