Plain Jane

I don't remember the first time I saw Jane, not because she was easily forgotten or easy to overlook. The simple explanation is she has always been a part of my life, as far back as I can remember, she was there. Our parents were close friends, practically family. I have heard tales all my life of how one mother, or the other, would pick up a crying child, and nurse it. How Jane and I shared a crib for a week until my grandmother was laid to rest.

Jane was a tiny thing, with golden blonde hair, emerald green eyes and a warm, dazzling smile. She grew older, matured into a teenager then into a young woman but her body did not. Standing four feet eight inches tall and weighing seventy pounds, at most, she had the same little girl body she had as a ten-year-old. Her nipples may have thickened and extended, but they rose from a flat chest. Her ass was cute but the same tiny ass she had for years. I have loved her as long as I can remember.

I've seen the albums with pictures of a little boy and girl sharing a bath. A picture of a girl with her arm in a sling because when she fell out of the barn loft, I caught her hand and refused to let go, dislocating her shoulder. A picture of a five-year-old girl standing between both dads while they held a six foot long Eastern Diamondback Rattlesnake stretched above her head, a memento of the day she saw the snake slithering across the yard toward me and used an ax to chop its head off. There were several pictures of us at different ages, playing or running in the yard wearing nothing but underwear. My favorite is a picture of her when she was fourteen, wearing nothing but panties, shooting a twelve-gauge shotgun. There is a similar picture taken when she was eighteen, instead of a shotgun, she's shooting a forty caliber with a scope. Another picture taken during the summer after our first year of college, she's completely naked, standing with a group of neighbors around a grill, her dad holding a long spatula. She started running around naked or in panties when she was a child and everyone thought it was cute. She never stopped, and no one ever mentioned it.

She's always been a part of my life. When the summers were too hot, we skinny dipped in the creek, every kid within a mile could swim like a fish by the age of six. When we were thirteen, we drove the tractor to town to buy a coke and a bag of salted peanuts. We both got a whipping for that adventure. When we were fifteen, Jane and I, along with six other guys, were caught skinny dipping but the only thing mentioned was her dad saying he had seen a water moccasin there two days ago.

She was sixteen before she finally started growing pubic hair. The guys started teasing her and her mother insisted Jane could not run around naked with pubic hair. Jane appealed to her father, he agreed with Kim. Jane sulked off, angry and determined. Thirty minutes later she waltzed back outside with a razor in hand. He took one look at her bald mons and vulva then busted out laughing, glancing at Kim he conceded, "I think she wins."

I don't remember the first time we kissed, I think we've done it all our lives. There are pictures of us kissing at various ages from when we were toddlers to going to the prom, to leaving for college together. I remember the first time we French kissed. It was in a hay field, the grass freshly mowed and raked into rows. We fell into a pile, and lay staring up at clouds, imaging animals floating past, she leaned over and whispered, "I love you."

I whispered back, "I love you too."

Then we kissed, our lips parting and her tongue found mine. It was electric and it drew us closer. Our hands wandering, exploring and touching. I found her vagina wet and slippery; she found my penis hard and throbbing. Days later she kissed me there, her pouty lips pressed to, then circling, my erection. I returned that kindness, kissing her lower lips causing her hips to writhe under my gaze. My heart soared when she was near and ached when she wasn't. She felt the same and we would often fall asleep in each other's arms, our parents seldom waking us till morning.

When we were fourteen, one of the guys found a box of magazines in their barn. They purported to be letters written about sexual encounters. He brought one for each of us, that we swapped until they were all read, then he would take those back and exchange them for others. Jane and I spent hours lying in the barn, or under a sunny sky, or down by the creek, reading these letters. Our eyes and imaginations growing with every story.

The first time we had sex. I was driving the tractor, cutting hay. She was standing beside me, wearing panties with her erect nipples extended and long. She leaned a little closer and I captured a nipple between my lips. She moaned and grabbed my head. I stopped the tractor and pulled her into the uncut hay. We made love under the sun; it was awkward and over too quick but we both felt a connection we had to experience again and again. Every day, several times a day, we were looking for places to have sex.

The first time I asked to borrow the car was so we could go see a rerun of the Halloween movie. A few months later, we were caught by the sheriff at a local lover's lane. We both received "The Talk" the next day and Jane was on birth control pills a week later. She was my first kiss, my first everything and so was I.

My whole life, I thought Jane was smart as a whip, beautiful and innocent. Blonde, green eyed, with a dazzling smile that can warm you from across the room. She was and remains tiny, a rail with small hips and the same nubs on her chest I have always known. Maybe that's why people weren't bothered by her nudity, they still saw a little girl instead of a young woman. I loved her then and I love her more today.

We were both accepted to the state university. She got an academic scholarship; I got in because I could hit a fastball. We both had to keep our grades up and spent a lot of time in our books. We were happy and I loved walking with her holding hands or an arm around her waist. Then things began to change.

The summer after our second year of college, we were skinny dipping in the creek when I noticed her body was changing. Her nubs were blooming and her ass rounding out. Her clothes wouldn't fit and she finally bought her first bra. When we returned to campus, people changed how they interacted with her. She was always liked and had friends, her bubbly personality drew people to her but now, guys were being flirty and giving her longing looks. Girls were more guarded, and their words could be barbed.

By the end of our junior year, she was a solid B cup and her ass was full and round. She weighed an even hundred and ten pounds and that additional weight was in all the right places. She had grown to a whopping five feet two inches tall.

We were snuggling under the sheet, hoping my roommate, Jerome, didn't get out of his class early. Jane was grumbling, uncomfortable with the changes, not the changes in her body, she was very proud of her new curves but was very uncomfortable with how people responded to those curves. She was particularly concerned about the guys flirting with her, like never before and sneaking peeks down her shirt. I hugged her, "I like them trying to see you. You're sexy as hell, always have been."

"I don't mind them seeing. It's the peeping that bothers me." She gave me a quizzical look, "You like guys trying to see me?"

I let my hand slide down her side, "You've walked around nude or nearly nude our whole life. I like seeing you do that and have always liked you doing it in front of other guys."

She grinned, "That was different, I looked more like you guys than a girl."

I nodded, "Do you remember skinny dipping with all those guys? You were buck naked in front of all of us. It was obvious that you were a girl."

She scowled, "I didn't look like I do now."

"Maybe not." I nibbled her ear, "But anyone that did not know how girls are different than boys certainly learned that day."

She smiled, "I guess they did."

I kissed her chin then her cheek, "I like you showing your private parts, especially now that those parts have bloomed so magnifically."

She scoffed, "You like people seeing my private parts?"

"Do you remember when we went to the museum?" My eyes found hers, "Do you? All that beautiful art hanging on the wall for everyone to see. And remember those little plaques, that said this piece is owned by so and so and is on loan to the museum?"

She nodded, "So?"

"Why do you think they loan their expensive beautiful pieces of art to the museum?"

She rolled her eyes, "So everyone can enjoy it."

I nodded, "And why do they put those signs up announcing who owns it?"

"I don't know... probably because they want to brag to everyone, 'See what I got""

I laughed, "Exactly. And that is how I feel about you. I want everyone to enjoy this beautiful piece of art, and I want them all to know that piece of art is mine."

She giggled, "You are a goofball!"

"Yes, I am." I kissed her, "And you are a beautiful piece of art."

She kissed me, "I love you."

"I love you too."

The next day was our last game of the year. Jane was there, as always, wearing a loose pair of black shorts and a white tank top. She walked me to the locker room and gave me a good luck kiss. I rubbed our foreheads together, "Do me a favor?"

She smiled, "Of course."

I tugged her bra strap. "Lose that bra and never wear one again."

She grinned, "You thinking about skinny dipping?"

I chuckled, "That sounds nice, but I was thinking that you are a beautiful piece of art."

She kissed me and walked away.

When the game started, I found her in her usual seat, behind first base, where I played. She waved then stood and posed, showing me, and anyone paying attention, she wasn't wearing a bra. I smiled and bowed, causing her to laugh.

It was a typical southern day in the early summer months, hot and humid. The game was played at a leisurely pace, but you couldn't help but sweat. It's a southern reality. A breeze would have been nice, but we received no such blessing. It had been a woeful season, poor to bad pitching proved to be too high a mountain. I was glad this was our last game. The semester would end in a week, and we would be heading home and back to that creek.

A pop up to second base ended the game and I looked for Jane. She walked to the fence, a prominent pout across her lips. When I saw her, I couldn't stop smiling. She reached across the fence and hugged me. "I'm sorry."

"Thank you, but you can't win them all."

She teased, "It would be nice to win a few."

I kissed her, "Love you without that bra."

Jane glanced down and realized it was damp and her boobs were visible through the white cotton. She grinned, "Does that make you happy?"

"Very." I kissed her again, "I'll show you how happy when I get you to the room."

She snickered, "Promises. Promises."

Jerome, my best friend and roommate jogged over from center field, his eyes locked on her shirt, "Hey Jane."

Jane smiled, "Hey Jerome."

He grabbed my arm, his black hand a vice, "Bill, I'm on my way to a study group, prepping for the finals. Later, I feel like going to the club. I was wondering if you two want to go out tonight?"

Jane smiled, "One last fling before the games begin?"

Jerome laughed, "If finals are games, I guess so."

"Sounds good." I answered.

He slapped his hands together, "Cool! I'll catch y'all later." He jogged inside.

I kissed Jane then turned to the field house, "I'll be out in a minute."

Grinning, she opened her backpack, flashing the newest issue of our favorite magazine, "Hurry."

She was waiting by the door when I walked out. I took her hand, lacing our fingers and we started across campus. We were laughing and teasing and flirting as we strolled through the quad. My eyes kept finding her breasts, jiggling with every step, her damp shirt clinging to her, showcasing her erect nipples.

Jane would catch me staring and grin. She leaned into me, "Maybe you do like me being seen."

As soon as we got to my room, I tugged her tank top off, watching her breast bounce into view. I pushed her shorts down her thighs and her ass popped into view. She lifted one foot then the other and I tossed them on the bed. She stood in front of me, twisting from side to side, her thong barely covering her vulva, her apple ass on display. I pulled her to me, and we kissed.

I was pinching a nipple when the door flew open and Jerome hurried inside. He came to a sudden stop and stared at her. His eyes floating over her breasts then down to her little thong. "Sorry. I forgot my book."

He stood still, a concrete statue, just staring ahead. Jane pointed, "I think it's over there."

"Oh! Yeah." He scurried over to his desk.

Jane looked over her shoulder at me then winked. She grabbed the sides of her thong and began to shimmy it down her hips. He grabbed his book and turned to find her working her thong down her thighs. She got it past her knees, and the thong fell to her feet. She stepped out of them, bent to pick them up then tossed them beside her shorts. When she looked up, he was gawking at her shaved pussy. Jane struck a pose, one knee bent, her hands on her hips, "Like what you see?"

He blushed and darted for the door. We heard his reply as the door closed, "You're beautiful!?"

Jane turned back to me, "Happy?"

I pulled her to my bed, "Where's that magazine?"

She pushed me to the bed then straddled my face, "First, I have a chore for you."

The three of us went out that night. Jane dressed in a short, pleated skirt that barely covered her ass and a tight tank top with no bra. It was a vibrant place full of college students dancing to hip hop. Jane enjoys shaking her ass and spent several songs showing me her little thong while grinding on Jerome. An attractive woman gave him a smile from across the club. He picked up his glass and strolled over to her with a grin plastered to his face.

Jane was standing in front of me, swaying to the music, a mischievous glint in her eyes. A sexy coed with red hair danced up and grabbed her hips, pulling Jane close. Jane looked over her shoulder and smiled. They danced together, grinding on each other, running their hands over each other's curves, Jane cutting her eyes to me. I smiled and nodded my approval.

The woman kissed Jane, flicking her tongue at Jane's lips. Their kiss grew more passionate, their hands more bold. Jane was looking over the redhead's shoulder at me when the redhead whispered in Jane's ear, causing Jane to laugh then shake her head "no".

Jane gave her one last kiss then returned to my arms. We finished our drinks then found Jerome. He was in the woman's ear; his whispers causing her to smile and giggle. I motioned we were leaving; he nodded and smiled. I found Jane's hand and led her outside. Once the pounding bass was a distant thud and we could talk without yelling, I took her hand, "That was so hot!"

Jane grinned, "Me and that girl?"

"Yeah! You and that girl." I stopped, pulling her into my arms, "I didn't know you were into girls."

She blushed, "I've never been around many, all my friends growing up were knuckleheads, like you." She kissed me, "Never had a chance to be with one in high school, I guess I was too... too... juvenile for their tastes. But I had thoughts and desires, girls I had fantasies about. Just never an opportunity to act on them." She looked into my eyes, "You jealous?"

"Naw. Not jealous." I squeezed her hand, "What did she say that made you say no?"

Jane turned her eyes from mine, "If I wanted to go to her place."

"And you said no." I pulled her chin up so I could see her eyes again, "Did you want to go back to her place?"

She nodded, "I wanted to, but I was afraid."

I shook my head, "Next time, don't be afraid. I love that you are interested in girls, would love to watch you with one."

She giggled, "You just did."

I chuckled, "I mean watching you have sex with a girl."

Jane stood on her tiptoes and nuzzled my neck, "So you can join in?"

"So, we can write a letter for that magazine," I joked before looking down into her eyes, "You're

the only woman I need or want. I would love to watch you please and being pleased, because I think that is hot as hell, not so I can be with someone else."

She tugged my hand, pulling me down the sidewalk. "We'll have to put that to the test someday."

"I hope you do." I smiled, "So we can write that letter."

Finals week is always a challenge, trying to juggle everything while keeping your nose buried in a book. Jane practically lived with me that last week and Jerome got to see more of her delicious curves. She would lounge with a book in her hand wearing nothing but panties. Sometimes, she wore one of my wife beaters with nothing underneath. He was no longer startled to find her nude or close to it, but he still gawked. I did too. She would catch us leering and smirk or giggle. She slept over two of those nights; her naked hips pressed into me. Once she was sure he was asleep, she would reach between her legs and guide me inside. We had sex, as quiet as possible but to be honest, I hoped he would catch us.

On Friday, I had our things packed and loaded in my old pick up. We climbed in and followed Jerome down the interstate. An hour later, he hit an exit onto a country road. We honked and waved as we passed the exit. We had another hour before we would take an exit. That gave us plenty of time to talk and my curiosity was in overdrive. "When did you first start thinking about being with a girl?"

Jane blushed, "Our junior year in high school. I walked into the bathroom and found Gwen Collins and Beth Perkins kissing." She looked at me, "I thought that was one of the most erotic things in my life."

I grinned, "One of? What else is on your list?"

"The first time we made love... in that hayfield. Getting naked in front of Jerome... Us having sex with Jerome in the room... Making out with that girl at the club." She squeezed my hand, "Walking across campus wearing that damp tank top with my tits on display."

I was confused, "You walk around people at home, all the time, naked or wearing just panties."

"That's different. I know those people, have been naked around them, my whole life." She flashed a crooked smile, "I don't know the people on campus."

"And that makes it erotic?"

She nodded, "Yes."

"And making out with a girl was erotic?" She nodded again. "Then you should do it more often."

She cut her eyes to me, "What if I want to do more than making out?"

"Then have fun." I squeezed her hand, "If it pleases you, it pleases me."

"Find someplace to park." She leaned to my ear, her husky voice whispered, "I need you."

It was much later than we planned, when we rolled into her parent's driveway. We were late but we were both comfortable with why we were late. Her mother, Kim, opened the door as we approached, "We were getting worried."

I nodded, "Sorry. We started back and this one saw a flea market she had to visit."

Her father, Roy, smiled, "A flea market, huh?" He nodded at Jane, "And this one didn't buy a thing? How did you pull that off?"

I grinned, "It was hard. Very hard."

Sarcasm filled his voice, "I bet it was."

Kim slapped his shoulder, "Behave Roy."

I kissed Jane, "I'll be back in a bit, need to say hello to mom and dad."

I pulled out of her driveway, drove a quarter of a mile then pulled into mine. They were sitting on the steps and greeted me with hugs. Dad started toward the truck, "Need help unloading?"

I pulled him back, "Naw. It can wait till tomorrow. Got to unload Jane's stuff first anyway."

It was past ten o'clock when I changed into a pair of shorts and texted Jane, "On my way."

She replied, "I'll have the window open."