Loves Me, Loves Me Not - Catfight #01

She wished she could fondle her big tits and feel her shapely ass while making out with her. Not stopping there, she wished she could finger and lick her blonde, trimmed pussy. She wished she could give Kelly a sexual orgasm with her fingers and her tongue. She wished she could see and hear her cum. She wished she could make Kelly her woman. She wished she could tell her that she loved her.

'Jane, oh, God, Jane. You're going to make me cum,' she imagined Kelly saying while eating her. 'I'm cumming, Jane. I'm cumming. Don't stop licking me. Rub my clit harder. Lick my clit faster. I'm cumming, Jane. I'm cumming.'

Jane's favorite sexual fantasy to have, as it was hard enough to work with her every day without telling her and showing her how she really felt about her, seeing her now in this relaxed setting was torture. With Kelly there with her family, there was not much that she could do without calling attention to herself and making a spectacle of them both. She couldn't even imagine how humiliated she would feel for her husband to know that his wife had a lesbian admirer. No doubt, he'd think that if they didn't already have lesbian sex, they wanted to have lesbian sex.

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Kelly was in an open tent having her face painted with her young stepson and stepdaughter. Wishing she was the artist painting her pretty face, she'd give anything to be alone with her. Yet, instead of having her face painted, Jane wished Kelly was standing there naked and having her entire body painted. Watching her paint her naked breasts and naked ass, she would have enjoyed watching the artist decorate her co-worker's nude body.

Instead of her attending the barbeque with her husband and her children, Jane wished she had come to the company outing alone. Unmarried and unattached, Kelly didn't have children. Totally alone, other than her dog, her mother, and her occasional lesbian lovers, she didn't have anyone in her life. With her happy being single, carefree, and, most times, alone, she didn't know what it was like to be married with kids.

Yet, not her biological children, Kelly's children were from her husband's first marriage. Jane had never been married. She didn't have any children. If she was going to marry anyone, she'd marry a woman. If she was going to marry a woman, she'd marry Kelly. If she was going to have a child, she'd adopt a child with Kelly. Only, with her first woman of choice already taken, Kelly was already married.

She had so much to tell her. She had so much to say. Impossibly difficult to talk about her sexual attraction to her with her husband and children there, maybe later, she could get her alone. Maybe later, she could apologize for her bad behavior at work. Maybe later, she could ask her if they could be friends. Maybe later, she could ask her if they could be more than just friends. She'd love to ask if they could be lovers but, too much too soon, not wanting to pressure her and ruin her chances of having a lesbian, sexual relationship, she didn't dare.

She would have liked to talk to her and hang out with her without work and their petty squabbles getting in the way. She would have liked to take a walk with her through the forest or swim with her in the pool. Suspecting she secretly did, Jane wanted to know if she felt the same sexual way about her as she felt about Kelly. Only, if she ever got her alone, no doubt, she'd embarrass herself by trying to kiss her while sexually touching her and feeling her everywhere that her husband sexually touches her and feels her.

Wishing things were different between them, instead of saying hello to her co-worker, with them bickering more at work lately, she avoided her but kept a watchful eye on her. Only, with everything so unduly complicated, between work, Kelly being married, and having stepchildren to care for, Jane knew she didn't have a chance of sexually seducing her. Treading unfamiliar ground, she never tried to sexually seduce a married woman. Plenty of married women are bi-sexual if not lesbians. Plenty of married women have lesbian affairs but perhaps, Kelly wasn't one of them.

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Nonetheless, she remained sexually hopeful. As if she was a virgin or wearing a wedding dress, Jane couldn't help but notice that Kelly was wearing a white, sexy, and sheer sundress. She enjoyed imagining that Kelly wore this dress just for her. As if she was wearing a dress to be baptized in, perfect for this scorching hot day, the dress was lightweight and free flowing cotton. The dress was virtually transparent, especially whenever she stood in the bright sun.

Making her dizzy with sexual arousal, Jane could clearly see the outline of Kelly's white, bikini panties and the shape and size of her surgically altered breasts. If she looked close enough and stared hard enough, she could see the impressions of her emerging nipples and the symmetrical outline of her areolas. If she looked close enough and stared long enough, she could clearly imagine her naked.

She'd love nothing more than to see her co-worker naked. Touching them, fondling them, and sucking them, she'd love nothing more than to have a closeup view and inspection of her fake breasts. Jane would love nothing more than to have sex with Kelly. Instead of being her co-worker and/or her friend, she'd love to be her lesbian lover.

Unbeknownst to Kelly, Jane would love to remove her panties with her teeth. Having sexually fantasized about having sex with her co-worker many times before, she'd love to remove her dress, pull down her panties, and strip her naked. At the very least, she wished she could kiss her and make out with her while touching her and feeling her everywhere. She wished she could have hot, lesbian sex with her.

Not stopping with just a kiss, she'd love to masturbate her before giving her oral sex. She'd love to make love to her before fucking her with her strap-on dildo. She'd love to watch, hear her, and see her cum. She'd not only love to finally make her a friend but also, she'd love to make her a lover. Yet, so very frustrating, her perfect place to do this, she couldn't even get her alone to talk to her. Just as she wished that Kelly had come to the barbeque alone, she wished that she wasn't married.

'As if she was reluctant participant in a wet T-shirt contest, with her wearing that virtually see-through white dress, I'd love to see it rain right now,' thought Jane. 'I'd love to see Kelly caught in a torrential downpour. I'd love to see her sopping wet dress clinging to every sexy curve of her beautiful body. No doubt, with her not wearing a bra over her fake tits, their sexual fantasy come true, every man here is hoping that someone would push her into the pool while she's wearing that slutty dress,' thought Jane.

Clearly, especially when Kelly stood in the bright sun, Jane could see the shape and the size of her surgically enhanced breasts. With her obviously proud of her new tits, her sundress was cut low enough to show the tops of her swollen breasts and lots of her long line of sexy cleavage. Every time she leaned forward to fuss over her children, as if deliberately flashing her tits while making her flashes appear unintentional, she gave anyone looking, and they were all looking, a down-dress view of her braless breasts. Men were such suckers for big, breasted, beautiful women.

As if she had planned to flash her breasts to admiring men in that sexy, sexual way, the top of her dress leaned forward and down with her. As if her sundress was complicit in her flashing, the top of her dress opened more whenever she moved, especially when she leaned forward. Showing more than just her cleavage, she showed anyone looking, and lots of men were looking, her areolas and her nipples, too. Apparently, as if they want to show the world their tits, women who have breasts implants lose their shame and their modesty.

Then, whenever she squatted down to cater to her children, unless she kept her knees tightly closed, she gave admiring men not only a down-dress view of her breasts but also an up-dress view of her sheer, white, bikini panties. Either she was unaware that she was flashing her naked breasts and/or her panty clad pussy or she didn't care. Knowing that Kelly was such a sexual tease at work, always craving the attention of admiring men, Jane suspected that her flashes were deliberately done. She wondered if Kelly's husband knew that his wife was an exhibitionistic whore.

In the way that Kelly continued flashing down-dress views of her naked breasts, she flashed up-dress views of her panties. In the way that she flashed her naked breasts, her nipples, and her areolas, she flashed her pussy mound, her camel toe, and the darker impression of her pubic hair. With all that she was obviously, deliberately showing, she may as well have been naked. With all that she was obviously, deliberately showing, taking that imagined naked image to bed with her tonight, Jane now had a good idea what she would look like without her clothes.

Sexually teasing them by continuing to flash them, if she was making Jane horny, no doubt, she was making every man at the campgrounds horny, too. Never had she seen as much as Jane's underwear clad and nearly naked body. The first time seeing her panties, this was her first-time seeing Kelly's bra, her lone line of sexy cleavage, and her areolas and nipples. If she was making Jane sexually want her, no doubt, she was making every man at the company barbeque sexually want her, too.

If only Kelly wasn't there with her husband and two children, hoping to make amends and make her a friend, Jane would have already privately talked to her and apologized to her. If only she wasn't there with her husband and children, Jane would have already tried to kiss her while touching her and feeling her everywhere. Difficult to tell, she wondered if Kelly would reciprocate her sexual passion with her sexual passion. She wondered if she would have returned her kisses and her sexual touches.

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Obviously, even for those who didn't know or couldn't tell that she had breast implants, her breasts were too perfect to be real. They were so shapely full that men couldn't stop themselves from staring at the huge impressions that her breasts and erect nipples made in her dress. Especially with her not wearing a bra beneath such a sheerly, revealing, and nearly transparent sundress, obviously, she enjoyed receiving the sexual attention. Kelly obviously wanted to show as much of herself as the men wanted to see of her.

No doubt, in the way that Jane wanted to have her wicked, sexual way with her fake, naked tits, they all wanted to have their wicked, sexual way with her fake, naked tits. In the way that Jane wanted to make out with Kelly while touching and feeling her everywhere, they all wanted to make out with her while touching her and feeling her everywhere. In the way that she wanted to have sex with her, no doubt, they all wanted to have sex with her.

While watching the sexy, tit and the panty clad pussy show, Jane watched Kelly prancing around the campground as if she was the main guest and this barbeque was held just for her. Obviously, with her big tits the talk and the envy of the barbeque, and with her fake breasts barely bouncing, Jane was jealous that Kelly was getting all of the sexual attention. Seemingly enjoying the sexual attention, the more the men looked, the more that she showed and the more she showed, the more men looked. Jane felt as if she was in competition with the men for Kelly's undivided, sexual attention.

While Kelly's husband was talking to men that he knew, she flirted with this one and with that one behind his back. Clearly hungry for the sexual attention, she was such a sexy tease. Perhaps, hoping to get lucky, when greeting her, the men hugged Kelly a little too long. Taking advantage of that sexy dress, they stealthily groped her and had cheap feels of the sides of her braless breasts and the top of her panty clad ass. Pretending that she didn't notice their inappropriate, sexual touches, feels, and gropes, she allowed them their perversely, perverted fun.

Obviously, enjoying the sexual attention, Kelly pretended she didn't notice the men staring at her and sexually lusting over her. She pretended she didn't notice the men feeling her and groping her. If her dress was cut any lower, without even leaning forward, she'd totally expose her areolas and her nipples. If her dress was cut any lower, every time she leaned at the waist, which she continually did, her fake tits would have fallen out of her top.

Only, unlike natural breasts, her big, fake tits barely moved. With her just having had breast implants, she was as proud as she was obviously eager to show off her new, D cup breasts and the barbeque was her perfect opportunity to do just that. Flitting around from this one to that one, obviously, she loved her big tits. Obviously, she loved what men could see of her breasts through her sheer, low-cut sundress.

She seemingly enjoyed all the sexual attention that she was getting from the admiring men. Clearly, not bothered by it, she didn't mind the hateful stares that she received from some women. Perhaps, a little bit too big for her smallish frame, Jane thought that C cup breasts would have looked more natural than her giant, D cup breasts. Surgically enhanced, D cup breasts, unless they were natural, were meant for whores and strippers.

If her dress was any shorter, every time she walked, moved, crossed her legs, or uncrossed her legs, she'd be flashing men her panties. Whenever she walked, the slightest breeze lifted the back of her dress and exposed her panty clad ass cheeks to anyone walking, standing, or sitting behind her. Whenever she leaned forward, obviously, especially with her having little modesty, she exposed the entire back of her panties to admiring men. Whenever she bent at the waist to help her children up after they fell, she flashed them the back of her panty clad pussy and her round, shapely, panty clad ass.

Tired of looking at what she couldn't have, sexually frustrated, Jane turned her back to her. Sexually wanting her so very much, with her looking so hot, so sexy, and so pretty, it pained her to look at her, and it made her jealous that everyone was enjoying the sexy sights of her. Yet, after seeing her in that sexy sundress, Jane couldn't help but wonder what Kelly looked like topless and/or naked. She couldn't help but wonder what her naked body felt in her arms while kissing her, French kissing her, and while touching her and feeling her everywhere.

'I wish I could strip her topless,' thought Jane. 'I wish I could see, touch, and feel her naked breasts. I wish I could strip her naked. I wish I could see, touch, and feel her naked ass and her naked pussy. I wish I could finger her cunt while licking her cunt. I wish I could give her a sexual orgasm with my fingers and my tongue. I'd love to watch and hear her cum.'

Hating to admit it, with her having a love/hate relationship with her co-worker, obviously, she was sexually attracted to her. Wasn't that always the case? With love and hate such strong emotions, it's always so easy to get one mixed up with the other. Perhaps, the real reason why Jane hated Kelly was because she loved her. How convoluted is that? Now, hoping beyond hope, that the reason why Kelly hated her was because she loved her, too.

If ever she had the chance, wishing she could taste her red, full lips, she'd love to make out with her while feeling her big, fake tits and fondling her erect nipples. She'd love to French kiss her. If ever she had the chance, she'd love to finger her pussy while licking her pussy. She'd love to make love to her in the way that only another woman could. She'd love to show her all that she's missing by being with a man instead of being with a woman.

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Not much of a drinker, while playing with fire, for what she may say or do when intoxicated, Jane started drinking red wine without having anything to eat. Her plausible excuse, she hoped the wine would relax her. The real reason for her drinking was that she hoped the wine would encourage her to confess her true feelings and allow her to tell Kelly how she truly felt about her. Either she'd embarrass herself, be reported for sexual harassment and fired, or something may come of her honest, heartfelt confession. She hoped for the latter instead of the former.

'Maybe she's an exhibitionistic whore,' thought Jane. 'Maybe, she wasn't sexually teasing the men but was putting on an exhibitionistic flashing show to sexually tease me. Who knows, in the way she's prancing around in her sexy sundress, maybe Kelly is a closeted lesbian? Maybe, she's as sexually attracted to me as much as I'm sexually attracted to Kelly,' thought Jane.

Yet, not that it would make much of a difference, Kelly was married. With her always surrounded by admiring men, and with her husband and two, young children there with her at the barbeque, talking to her in private proved as awkwardly prohibited as it proved impossibly difficult. For fear that her husband may suspect that she was sexually interested in his wife, she avoided even looking at her whenever he was there. The last thing that Jane wanted was for Kelly's husband to see her staring at her co-worker with sexual lust and lesbian interest.

With Jane never married and not having a man in her life, after seeing her co-worker with her husband and children, she was a little jealous of her. After seeing Kelly with her husband and children, with Kelly seemingly having it all, she suspected that there was little room for her in her life. Truly, with Jane having nothing but her job, Kelly had everything. Indeed, she did have it all, a happy marriage, beautiful children, and a successful working career. She had everything she needed to be happy, sexually satisfied, and self-fulfilled.

Seemingly, on the surface, a good-looking family, they all looked so happy. Why would she want a lesbian lover over her husband and children? Yet, hoping that she would, perhaps Kelly would want a lesbian lover in addition to her husband and children? Who knows? There's no way for her to tell unless she asked and made her sexual feelings known.

Yet, glad that she saw her away from the office, seeing her with her family made her look more human instead of looking like the bitch that she was at work. Confounding her and sexually frustrating her, she didn't know why she was sexually attracted to her, a happily married woman that she was. Perhaps, their sexual attraction to each other was the reason why they were so at odds with one another at work. Obviously, Jane wanted what she couldn't have. Perhaps, wishing she could take a walk on the wild side, perhaps Kelly wanted to taste the forbidden fruit, too.

Yet, even though she suspected she did, she didn't know for sure if Kelly had sexual feelings for her. Confounded by her and unable to read her mind, she had no idea. She just hoped that she did. Judging her by the way she looked at her, sometimes with hatred and other times with curiosity, yet hoping they were on the same sexual page, she couldn't tell what she was thinking and what she was feeling.

Perhaps, wishful thinking, maybe she imagined more on the surface than there was internally. Deep down inside, she hoped that Kelly felt the same way for her that Jane felt for Kelly. Only, playing with fire, unless solving a geometry problem or building a pyramid, triangles are seldom good in any relationship, sexual and/or otherwise. She'd never want to come between her and her husband, yet, here she was hoping to do just that.

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Instead of feeling sad and sorry for herself, she felt happily hopeful. While thinking about what to say to her, if ever she caught her alone, she had another glass of wine. Instead of having something to eat, her second glass of wine turned her to having a third glass of wine. She still stood at the bar thinking about Kelly while sipping her third glass of wine and mindlessly talking to a few friends and acquaintances while thinking about her co-worker. Her best opportunity to confront her co-worker, Jane overheard Kelly's husband say that he had to leave early.