Save Scumming - Interlewd - Not-So-Plain-Jane

Contains Jane having a clothing fetish, some cunning linguistics, and the MC being hella pent up. Interlewd - Not-So-Plain-Jane Jane’s face

Contains Jane having a clothing fetish, some cunning linguistics, and the MC being hella pent up.

Interlewd - Not-So-Plain-Jane

Jane’s face lit up even as my stomach sank. This might have been a very bad idea. “Really?” she asked.

“I mean, it depends. What did you, ah plan on doing?” I asked.

“You, obviously,” she said. “So... we fucking like bunnies in heat or are you looking for the Plain-Jane special?”

“I’m afraid to even ask what that is,” I said.

Jane grinned. “I promise you’ll have a good time. Or your money back.”

“I’m not paying you,” I replied.

“You’ll want to, by the time I’m done,” she said before pushing away from the counter. “Wait, lemme get some clothes.”

“Clothes?” I asked.

Honestly, I wasn’t sure what to expect. Then again, I didn’t exactly have a wealth of experience to draw on. I did expect more kissing and fondling before we got started with anything, not for the other half of the equation to literally run off. 

Jane called something out from deeper in, but I didn’t quite make it out, then she repeated herself. “Are you into toys?” she asked.

“Like, sex toys?” I asked.

“No, toy trains. Yeah, obviously I meant sex toys. Dildos, vibes, strap ons.” Jane poked her head around a corner and wiggled something large and pink and a little shiny. I swallowed. That thing was the size of my wrist! “Oh, that’s a no,” she said.

I took a deep breath, and reminded myself that I could Reload at any moment. Hell, I would at the end. I had work in the morning and it was already late. As it was, I wasn’t going to return before well past one AM, and I’d be tired in the morning...

Jane returned, carrying a heap of clothes that she placed on the counter. “Go dress in this,” she said.

“Jane, I uh, expected sex, not dressing up. Usually there’s clothing removal involved.”

“Yeah,” Jane said. “But I know what my kinks are, and they involve looking good. So go put this on before I fuck you silly. C’mon, hop hop. You can change in my room.”

“Your room doesn’t have a door,” I said.

“Don’t worry. I’ll be watching.”

This whole thing was the definition of sunk-cost. I grabbed the clothes, then frowned. “This is...”

“Your Deadline costume. Or close to it,” Jane said. “Those boots have a bit of heel to them. And I didn’t have a second coat, so you’ll have to go without.”

“Is this a weird bondage thing?” I asked. 

Jane hesitated, then shook her head. She looked me in the eye, and felt surprisingly earnest as she spoke. “Look, beanstalk, I like pretty girls. I like nice clothes. I like pretty girls in nice clothes. When I see a pretty girl nice drip, I want to grab her. I want to pin her to the wall. I want to find the folds in those clothes, the gaps, and I want to touch her all over. Put on the leotard, then I’m going to do things to you that’ll make you see stars.”

Well, when she put it that way. I moved over to Jane’s bed, then started to unbutton my shirt. 

“Slower,” Jane said from behind me. She was on a stool, sitting in a very unladylike fashion, one hand on her inner thigh, the other on the bench behind her. She was leering. There was no other way to define what that look was.

“I’m not a stripper,” I said.

“Got the legs for it though,” she replied. “Damn girl, what do you use to shave?”

I grumbled, then kicked my pants to the side. That left me in my underthings. They weren’t very sexy. Just off-the-rack panties from a brand I like. They didn’t bunch up when I exercised. The bra was what I’d worn to the gym. A bit elastic but not as supportive as I might have wanted. 

“Hmm,” Jane said. “I can find you some nice periwinkle lingerie. They’d match your eyes.”

“I don’t usually bother too much with that,” I said.

“Yeah, I can tell,” Jane replied with a smug grin. “I can fix that. You should never cheap out on things that touch the ground. Shoes, tires, bed, and panties.”

“I don’t think that last one’s part of the original expression,” I said.

“Yeah, well, some idiot man came up with it, and he didn’t know any better, I bet.”

I nodded along, then hesitated, thumbs hooked into the band of my panties. Being this undressed was already a little humiliating, especially with Jane just watching, but going further made my face feel flush.

“Hey, can I have another shot of whatever that was?” I asked. “For bravery.”

Jane stared. “Nah,” she replied.

“Huh?”

“Look, if you want to stop, that’s cool too,” she said with a little wave. “I’ve seen plenty to keep my imagination going. If you’re too shy, that’s alright, but I’m not gonna get you drunk just to fuck ya. I’m not that desperate.”

I couldn’t tell if that made her a good person or not. 

“Fine,” I said before lowering my panties. I kicked them to the side, over onto my pants. Then I hurried to get into the leotard. It was the same as the one I’d worn as Deadline, comfortable cotton, padded in a few spots.

“You can keep the pants off,” Jane said.

I half-turned to find her walking over. She had a grin on, impossibly salacious. “Damn, beanstalk, do I know how to pick them or what?”

“What do you mean?” I asked as I turned. She shook her head and made a twirling motion with her hand, so I rolled my eyes and spun around. 

“That makes your ass look fiiiine. Plus your stomach is nice and thin. You can’t see anything, but it hints at a lot, which is how it ought to be.”

“I’m never wearing this in public again,” I said.

“Oh, c’mon,” she replied. You wear pants, it covers your crotch plenty. And who minds showing a bit of belly? Prudes, that’s who! The tummy is the most sacred part of a woman!”

I stopped my spin, staring at her. “Really?” I asked. 

She nodded, then she walked up and placed the flat of her palm on my stomach. “Let me tell you about all the places that make good-hearted people go wild,” she said. “First, there’s the belly. Thin is good. Abs are best, of course, but those are a lot of work. Ah, but a bit of flab is nice too.”

Jane slid up behind me, and I tensed, but her hands were slow, gentle. She pressed herself into my back, and just... hugged me.

“This, here, is good,” she said with both hands moving over my belly. The way the bones of the hips direct the eyes down is gorgeous, but there’s more to it than that.” 

I froze as her hands lowered, hugging me around the hips. 

“The hips are perfection. They curve out, they form the start of the ass, the outer curve of the woman. It’s nature’s invitation. I like them wide, but narrow’s fine, as long as I can get my nails in.” 

The leotard was high-waisted, so it was open at the sides, allowing her hands to touch skin. The contact burned. It wasn’t unpleasant.

“Then, the thighs,” Jane said as she lowered her hands more. They circled in, squeezing a little, spreading my legs some. “Sinful. Mine jiggle, you know? I’m proud of that. But yours are all muscle with a bit of fat. Kind of a middleground, but I don’t mind it. Thighs save lives. They look awe-inspiring in lace, with high stockings, with garters. A bit of a pinch here can send a woman mad. Do yours clench when you come?”

I gulped.

Jane’s hands raced upwards along my sides, then she held me closer from behind, tightening the hug. Her hands came to rest on my breasts. “Tiddies,” she said smartly.

I giggled, I couldn't help it, and Jane laughed along with me.

“Ah, but this too, is good.” She pinched the little fold of skin between my armpit and breast. The damned leotard was kind of open there, leaving that exposed. “This is very good. Very tasty looking.. Breasts are good too, of course. Side, under, over, middle. There’s a lot of ways to display them. There’s a time and place for it, but I’m not a boob girl, even if I like them just fine.”

Jane walked around me, never breaking contact, always touching. She came to my front and raised her hands to my neck.

“The curve of the neck. The collar bone. Good for kissing. Better for chocking. Then the face. Yours is quite pretty. You have nice lips.” Her thumb touched my lips, then she climbed up onto the tips of her toes, wrapped her hands around the back of my head, and pulled me into a very long, very unchaste kiss.

It still ended too soon.

“Ah, but my favourite part,” Jane said while licking her lips. She started to move around me again, and her hand slid down my front, then to my side. All of a sudden, her deft little fingers slipped into the leotard around my hips.

Her hand was so, so warm against my stomach.

“The tummy is the best,” she said.

And then her hand dipped much lower and I gasped.

“Oh my. You’re going to leave stains that way, you know?” Her fingers swiped over my sex, warmth replacing the softness of cotton. Yeah, I was wet. I’d been pent up and horny all damned day. 

I’d spent a loop doing nothing but fingering myself and it had been awful because the moment I Reloaded all of that energy was back. Then the gym hadn’t helped as much as I would have wanted. 

This was unusual for me. I wouldn’t say that I was a puritan, but while I liked looking, I wasn’t that big on touching myself. Maybe it was rising to D-rank. Gaining a ‘more perfect’ body had to come with some caveats. Maybe it was that combined with some stupid hormonal thing? 

I gasped as Jane started wiggling her fingers. Her arms tightened around me, squeezing me. It was almost too tight. 

“God, you’re hot, beanstalk,” Jane muttered into the crook of my neck. “Standing here, trying not to squirm, leotard riding way up.” She moved her hand, balling it into a fist around the front of the leotard, then pulled it upwards in a weird sort of reverse wedgie.

“Jane,” I complained. It hurt. Not that much, of course, but it was uncomfortable. I looked down and... the lips of my sex were squeezing out of the sides in such a lewd way that I found myself flushing.

And then I was moving as Jane pulled me back.

She wasn’t a martial artist, or... to be honest, all that fit. It was reassuring to know that I could probably lift her up if I put some effort into it. Still, I let Jane press my back against the wall next to her bed.

She raised one of my legs up, then started to press kisses along my inner thigh even as she maneuvered the leg up and over one shoulder. Jane looked up, licked her lips, then smiled. God, she was so cocky.

“Got legs for days, you know. Could I convince you to wear booty shorts? Thigh-highs? Oh, I’d eat you out in a miniskirt all day.”

“Jane,” I complained. I was going to develop a cramp, and the time she spent talking was time where nothing was being done about my... whole situation down there. The inside of the leotard was wet and slick, and my insides felt warm and empty and needy. 

Jane laughed, then pressed kissed along my leg until she was at my crotch, then she moved the leotard aside and just plunged in.

I gasped, hand shifting to the side to touch the wall for balance. Jane was putting her all into it, only occasionally looking up with half-lidded, pleased eyes. “You’re going to ruin this poor thing,” she said.

“Just keep eating,” I said.

Jane snorted. I felt her breath on the wetness between my legs. “Bossy bossy. I’m of half a mind to stop here and watch you squirm.”

I was about to complain some more when she continued. I bit my lower lip, a high-pitched moan escaping me.

My free hand, the one not holding me steady, reached up and into the folds of my leotard and started to kneed at my breast, pinching and letting go to the rhythm Jane was setting.

Jane wasn’t rushing, she was savouring this, like I was her favourite meal. When I moaned, she did the same, and suddenly I felt myself shivering, his bucking. Jane redoubled her efforts.

I don’t know how, exactly, but I ended up falling back-first onto the bed, gasping, feeling tingles all over.

I heard something, a belt being undone, a zipper falling. Then weight on my chest. I blinked up to find a pantsless Jane crawling over me with a devilish smile. “Fuck beanstalk, you come like that so quick? Why don’t you return the favour, huh?”

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