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  “Experience?” Becky asked. It had sounded just a little squeaky, which wasn’t something I was used to hearing from her.

  “You know, you pay me in first times, and I call it even,” Jane said. She was very clearly teasing.

  I... could put a stop to this. It wasn’t creepy or anything yet, but if Jane pushed it even a little further, it might be. So far she’d always been forward, but never pushy to the point where I’d find it wrong.

  So far, things had gone well. About as well as I could expect, really. So I set a Save.

  It might have been a little preemptive and silly, but I knew that there wasn’t anything else special going on today, unless inviting Becky here changed that, and... yeah, I wanted to see where Jane was going with this, a little.

  “What are you getting at, Jane?” I asked.

  The designer shrugged a shoulder very casually. “Mostly teasing her because it’s fun? You’re still paying for everything one way or the other. Though I might not be averse to a friend discount or two?” She said that just loud enough that Becky could hear it, but it was still a murmur, the kind of thing that was clearly not meant for her.

  Damn, Jane was good at this.

  “And what kind of experience would you ask for?”

  “The fun kind?” Jane tried. “What do you say, Baby Blues? Would you say my services are worth the experience of a kiss?”

  “M-my first kiss?” Becky asked. “I mean, no? I mean... I’ve kissed people before. Yeah.”

  “Uh-huh,” Jane said.

  Even I wasn’t convinced.

  “Did I ever say it’s be a kiss-kiss?” Jane asked. She walked right over to Becky, bold as day, then stopped before her. Becky wasn’t a tall woman, but Jane was very much on the short-and-stout side of things, so she had to look up to meet Becky’s eyes. Still, their body language was very clear; Jane was in charge here. “Have you ever seen two girls kissing, Baby Blues?”

  “Yeah, of course,” Becky said.

  “Not on a phone screen,” Jane said. “In real life. Two women, lips locked, eyes half-open, pressing into each other, trading breath. I mean real kissing. Have you see that with your own two eyes?”

  “Uh,” Becky said smartly.

  Wow, Jane was three-for-three on stunlocking Becky. Then she turned towards me, and her grin was dangerous. “Come over here, Beanstalk.”

  “Oh boy,” I muttered. I could see where this was going. It was stupid. But damn if I wasn’t feeling just a little warm as I walked over to where Jane was waiting.

  She reached over and pinched the front of the old band shirt I was wearing. I felt a bit of it slip out from where I’d tucked them in my pants as she pulled me closer. “Now, I know you’ve pleased a lady with those lips before, Beanstalk.”

  “You know that, huh?” I asked.

  “Oh yes. I’ve seen the way blondie was looking at you. Now, care to show me what you can do? For poor Blue eyes over here?”

  “Um,” Becky replied. “What’s going on?”

  I sighed. “Jane here is teasing you. I think she’s trying to see how far she can go.”

  “No no,” Jane denied. “I’m being paid in experiences. See, Becky there is gonna experience all sorts of new things, and I want to be there to see them.”

  “That’s just sex with extra steps,” I said.

  “What if I pinkie promise not to lay a single finger on Becky, hm?” Jane asked. “Today, at least.”

  Oh, I saw where this was going.

  I glanced away for a moment. Did I really wanna participate in something like that? How would this impact things with Becky moving forward? That was important to know. Things had worked out well with Fran, all things considered, but she had a lifetime of training in making things professional, so she was able to overlook anything that happened between us. At least a little.

  Becky... wasn’t quite so professional. Or professional at all.

  But fuck it, if I saw that Becky wasn’t enjoying it, then I’d Reload and call it off. She was a big girl--probably only a year or two younger than me, even--and if she couldn’t live with the fact that the team I wanted to bring her into was... very active in certain ways, then it wasn’t going to work out in the long run.

  At least, that’s how I justified it to myself in the moment. “What kind of experience did you want to show Becky first?” I asked.

  “Hmm, let’s see. First... follow me, you two.”

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  Jane walked off.

  Becky and I started for a moment, before following after her.

  It wasn’t far. She went into a room at the back that I was intimately familiar with. That same bedroom where, in a timeline that had never happened, Jane and I had... ah well...

  Jane moved some clothes off of a rather nice chair, then gestured. “Sit,” she ordered.

  “Me?” Becky asked.

  “Mhm! C’mon.”

  Becky did as she was told, sitting on the edge of the chair before looking up at me and Jane with rather wide eyes. “I think I've seen this in a... thing once,” she said.

  “Oh, sweetheart, you haven’t seen anything like this,” Jane replied, her voice turning sultry. “So, you’ve never seen two girls kiss before, right?”

  “Not IRL, I guess,” Becky admitted.

  “Beanstalk, did you hear that? It’s awful!”

  I wasn’t sure I’d ever seen that either, actually. Not in real life. Not without being one of the girls involved. “Yeah, awful,” I agreed.

  “Well then... permission to give you a lil’ peck Beanstalk?”

  I snorted, then gave Jane my cockiest grin. “I guess. Can you even reach me?”

  “This kind of thing is about meeting each other halfway, legs,” Jane said.

  I bent down. Jane climbed onto the tips of her feet. Our lips met.

  As far as kisses went, it was rather chaste. Jane fell back down onto her heels, then turned to Becky with a grin. “How was that?” she asked.

  She was really stretching this. We both knew it was just an excuse to allow Jane to get handsy and push boundaries.

  That didn’t change the fact that when my tongue darted out, I could taste her a little on my lips. She tasted like coffee.

  “That was cool, I guess,” Becky said. “Uh, was that it?”

  “Not enough huh?’ Jane asked.

  She reached up, hooked a finger in the collar of my shirt, then pulled me in for a second kiss.

  This time, Jane was working for it. She locked her lips onto mine, and I found myself stifling a surprised sound for just a moment at how hard she was pressing into me. Then I softened, opening my mouth just a little bit to capture a breath of her. Jane pushed up again, and I met her properly this time.

  Her lips captured mine, and I felt the lip of her tongue dart across my lower lip, even as Jane stared right into my eyes with half-lidded intent.

  I pushed in myself. I’d kissed Jane before. I knew that if I didn’t assert myself a little, she’d take the lead the entire time, and while that was very... very enjoyable, I would like to pretend, in the privacy of my own mind, that I was a bit more top than that.

  Jane’s lips curved up into a smile a moment before she broke the kiss. “Ah, hmm... not bad, Beanstalk.”

  “Yeah, thanks,” I said. I swallowed. My mouth felt very wet, and my lips a little bruised.

  I glanced over to where Becky was sitting. She was all the way into the seat, looking with wide, wide eyes. It was almost like she was afraid of missing anything, at least until she caught us staring and she shifted. “Uh,” she said. I didn’t know Becky could go so red. She had a smattering of freckles that I really hadn’t noticed before, but they stood out a lot more when her cheeks were flaming.

  “How was that experience?” Jane asked.

  “Good?” Becky replied. Her voice broke.

  “Well, I’m sure we can give you a few more experiences,” Jane said. “Did you get anything out of that?”

  “Kissing is good?” Becky tried.

  Jane tsked. “I mean, yes, but that was some intense kissing. Now, if you’re gonna kiss a girl one day, you might not want to skip right to this... level of intensity. Maybe we’ll want to start a little slower. Beanstalk, do you mind if I demonstrate?”

  “I’m enjoying myself,” I admitted. “Though, uh, how far are you taking this?”

  “You’ll get to keep most of your clothes on,” Jane said.

  “Jane, that means nothing with you,” I replied. “How about we keep it above the belt?”

  Jane's eyes darted down to my chest, then lower. “Okay,” she said. “I can live with that.” She leaned in closer, to whisper. “Bet I can get Becky off without ever touching her.”

  “No bet,” I said.

  I mean, c’mon. Jane could be confident, but that was pushing it. Her confident grin said otherwise. “Look, Becky, not all kissing is that intense. Sometimes, it’s more about passion.”

  “Passion?” Becky asked.

  “Like this.” Jane moved in closer, then she slowly, carefully, wrapped her arms around my waist. I think she was being sure to keep her hands above my hips, which was probably harder with the height difference.

  Jane came in for a kiss, only she moved to the side and pressed her lips against the side of my jaw, then my neck, then she slowly trailed kissed along my jugular and finally along my collar, the end of her nose brushed softly against my hair, and every kiss came with a wet, sucking noise that felt intimately close.

  “See, Baby Blue,” Jane said. Her voice was husky and low, just loud enough to carry, and warm on my neck. “It’s not all about tongue in mouths and pushing. Sometimes, being delicate is just as important. There’s a lot more warmth this way.”

  She came in closer, hugging me.

  I returned it, slowly wrapping my arms around her, pulling her in and close to me. I knew my cue. I pressed a kiss onto Jane’s hair, then pressed my nose into it, smelling her shampoo. Then more kisses along the side of her head and face.

  Jane’s hands moved to the front of my shirt, ripping it out from where I’d tucked it before she slid her hand under and along my stomach.

  My own hands weren’t being very chaste either. Jane had promised to keep it above the belt, but I made no such promise. My hands reached down along her sides, then down. I grabbed her ass and grinned as Jane gasped into my side.

  Then she reached higher and somehow my bra came undone inside of my shirt and she was fondling me.

  I gripped tighter, pulling Jane up so that we were face to face again. Our lips locked, and the earlier kiss was starting to look like something cute in comparison to the tongue wrestling we were getting up to now.

  One of Jane’s legs rose up and hooked around mine, forcing me to bend a little and bringing more of me into the range of Jane’s grasp. A hand reached up and slid into my hair, long nails scraping wonderfully along my scalp.

  Jane and I both froze at exactly the same moment.

  There was a noise, from off to one side, like static electricity, or that weird crinkly buzz that came from a power socket not being plugged in correctly.

  We turned.

  Becky was on the chair, legs pressed together, bent over a little. She looked like someone suffering from a bad cramp, only her face was red, and sweaty, and the air around her was snapping with tiny electrical discharges.

  Then it ended, and she let out a long, wooshing breath and sucked in more air with a gasp.

  Becky blinked, then looked up at us. Somehow, she went even redder.

  “I... I gotta go,” she said before wobbling to her feet as if her legs were noodles.

  I couldn’t help but stare and wonder if her shorts were dark or if they were wet at the front, but she was gone in a blink, stumbling out of the room and almost bouncing off the doorframe on the way.

  “Heh,” Jane said.

  “You’re proud of yourself, aren’t you?” I asked.

  “A little... a lot? Never actually got someone off without touching them before. I was boasting a little.” Jane stepped back and out of the tangled embrace we were in. She righted her shirt, shifted the waist of her pants, then eyed me up and down before sighing. “Damn... I actually do have work. Uh, you think Baby Blues is going to be okay?”

  “I think she’ll manage,” I said. Becky was a grown woman, she could handle herself. Probably. I felt a little bit of second hand embarrassment for her. I also felt very, very horny, and a little envious. At least one of us got to climax.

  I adjusted my bra, hooking it back into place before I tucked my shirt back in.

  “Uh, yeah, so, send me the bill?”

  “Can do, Beanstalk, can do.”

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