Janie and Daniella Ch 01: Forbidden by 1fastguy

Janie and Daniella Ch 01: Forbidden by 1fastguy

Readers: My tale builds gradually before a slow burn bursts into first time flame. There’s no external narrator here. The story unfolds from the perspectives of three central characters.

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Chapter 1: Forbidden

SEBASTIAN

My wife needs a shower. She’s perspiring profusely after an intense cardio workout, her smooth skin shining, her black stretch top and shorts sodden. Her high pony-tail sags, but my girl still looks great, a toned athlete with a nice full chest.

“There’s somebody here I want to talk with, Seb. Could you wait for me, maybe run some errands and come back in an hour? If you can’t, then I can probably get a ride home with her.”

“With her,” sets my mind at ease. A woman- now wouldn’t that be something! The gym is alive with attractive women, and I’ve known for a long time that my flaxen beauty has an unsatisfied yen for female intimacy. Could this be the night? It wouldn’t bother me a bit.

Janine and I have been together for years. She’s a loving and loyal partner, always ready for adventure in and out of the bedroom. But I know that she’s interested in broadening her sexual experience to include women if the right opportunity arises.

One time Janie admitted to a night of camping with a girlfriend, where they smoked up before stripping off for some kissing and private touching. She’s never forgotten that little taste of the forbidden fruit that left her with a hidden craving.

“No problem. I’ll pass the time while you two go for a drink or something. If you aren’t ready in an hour… well… just be safe. When you want to come home, let me know where to pick you up.”

She seems embarrassed that I’ve seen through the possibility she might be hoping for.

“It’ll probably be just a drink, Sebastian,” she mumbles. “We’re going to the place next door. I’ll be ready in an hour.”

I watch her walk toward the change room and notice a slim brunette several years younger by the door. She seems apprehensive, then breaks into a smile when Janie speaks to her. The woman briefly glances my way before the two of them push into the room.

Are they on their way to something my partner has been wanting all these years?

I’ll find out in an hour.

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JANINE

I’ve tried for a long time to stifle this deep-seated yearning that only my husband knows. The feeling comes and goes, burning hot sometimes, then laying dormant others. But it’s always there inside me.

It doesn’t seem right to want what I already have myself- the curves, the eager lips, the desire. I’m happily married and find sex very satisfying. But there is that ‘other’ which I struggle to deny.

So why fight what I seem to want? It must be on account of the guilty feelings after that time naked with Mona years ago. It seemed wrong to me. You can blame my conservative upbringing, I suppose.

My mother didn’t care much for sex- her “wifely duty” as she described it. It was necessary to make babies and nothing more. But I was young and curious, eager to find out more for myself. I had fun with some boyfriends, and then there was that heated fumbling with my girlfriend. I haven’t been quite the same since.

I made the mistake of confessing this to my husband in a candid moment. Now he knows that I fantasize about girlfriends, and sometimes during sexually charged nights, he whispers my forbidden thoughts. Then my mind takes over.

There in the dark, I’m suddenly alone with a naked woman feasting on my overheated body. My wild imagination and those shaking orgasms make me want the real thing.

I enjoy meeting people, and strike up conversations with strangers everywhere- in line at stores, in waiting rooms, and in our building. It’s mostly with women, though there’s usually no sexual attraction. I just like to talk, but sometimes if she’s particularly appealing, those thoughts come back to me.

Sebastian and I joined a gym a few months ago. We usually go together in the evening after work, before coming home for a late supper. He heads for the muscle-building equipment at one end of the studio while I do cardio work on the treadmill, elliptical, stair-stepper and stationary bike. After an hour or so, we shower and leave.

The past few times I’ve noticed this very good-looking woman working out in the same area as me. She’s about a dozen years younger and has a lovely, welcoming smile. We’ve spoken a bit and I know her name- ‘Dani’, short for Daniella. We use the same equipment, and she stirs me inside. I find myself thinking about her in that forbidden way.

Today she’s wearing a different outfit. The tight animal print one-piece highlights her lean, toned body, and the high-cut leg focuses my attention on her hips and groin. Her hair is different too. Instead of the usual sloppy bun with breakaway hair streaming down, Dani has a new cut, a short angular bob that sets off her striking facial features.

My heart is pounding because in my mind I’m fucking her!

She acknowledges my gaze with a lovely smile as I move to the machine beside her. I can’t help watching from the corner of my eye. The woman moves like a stealthy jungle cat, effortlessly gliding at speed. To my embarrassment, she catches me looking a few times. I try to mask this with compliments.

When it’s time to move on to different equipment, Dani follows me, commenting that she enjoys exercising together. I’m not the only one who notices her at the gym. She says that a workout buddy cuts down on annoying guys chatting her up. We spend the entire session matching our routines.

There seems to be some chemistry between us. I try hard not to get ahead of myself thinking about a first time with this delightful female. I know how I’m feeling but don’t dare move beyond our chance meetings in the studio and a little casual conversation. Dani doesn’t wear any rings, so I’m guessing she must be single.

Sebastian will soon be finished his weights. I begin looking for him to come by like he always does before we leave. Dani notices me watching and asks if I’m waiting for someone. When I tell her my husband will be along shortly, I see some disappointment in her expressive face. I feel the same way.

“I was hoping we could go next door for a cold drink after this,” she sighs. “It would be nice to talk a bit, don’t you think?”

Yes. This was what I want, some time alone with her to see if this might go any farther. Dani is very attractive, and she arouses those sexual feelings usually kept tightly bottled up. Besides, her friendly invitation could lead to some enjoyable face-to-face time, even if she has no deeper interest in me.

“He’ll be here soon because we came together. But I’ll ask him to wait around or run some errands for an hour or so. Would that be alright?”

She smiles and nods eagerly. So, I’ll talk to Sebastian, then meet her in the change room in a few minutes. I’m sure he’ll be fine with me striking up a female friendship. In fact, he often encourages it because he knows my longings.

Secretly, I wonder if Dani and I might be spending the night together.

My hopes run high. The forbidden might be fulfilled.

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DANIELLA

I’ve noticed her recently at the club, especially since we come about the same time to use the cardio machines. She’s quite chatty- Janine or ‘Janie’ she tells me. The woman is very open and easy to talk to. Janie keeps some of the annoying guys and their lame pickup lines away. But some still try because she’s very pretty, with her Nordic blonde hair.

I don’t know much about her yet, but I want to learn more. She’s married. I see the gold band she wears, and there’s a man who comes by when he’s finished at the other end of the gym. Not a bad looking guy, but I’ve had more my fill of men for now. My divorce rid me of two hundred pounds of excess baggage.

I like Janie’s ways. From what I’ve seen she could become a friend, but the trouble is that we come and go so quickly there’s little time to talk about anything more than what we’re doing here. That’s why I invited her next door for a cool drink. She checked with her husband and he’ll come back for her in an hour.

Janie might be ten years or so older than me but she’s no old lady. The woman has kept herself very well, and there’s a liveliness there that I find appealing. When we’re in the change room, I catch a glimpse of her between the shower and the towel. There it is- all the smooth curves of a lovely, fit body. This is one sexy lady!

We hit it off well over a smoothie because talking to Janie is so easy, so comfortable. She has a way of getting a person to open right up, saying more than intended. Soon I’m baring my soul, telling her about my failed marriage, not only my relief to be finished with a man who ignored me, but also the disappointment of those wasted years. She urges me to make new friends.

We like each other. I can see it in the way Janie fixes her eyes on me when we talk. Total attention, like there’s no-one else she’d rather be hearing. There’s something about her that goes deep- nothing like my careless ex- who couldn’t be bothered with anything but quick sex. Janie makes me feel good inside.

At one point something happens between us. I make a little joke and our hands come down on top of the table. Fingers touch and Janie opens her hand to take mine and gently squeeze it. I don’t move it away as she fixes her eyes on mine and flashes that winsome smile. We leave our hands together, not saying anything.

Is there anything more to this? Does she intend anything beyond friendship with me? Touching like this seems accidental, but the way she looks at me says more than friends. Janie clears away the sadness I’ve been feeling these months, living alone as I do.

But, I’m going to just let this grow before I think anything beyond today. Besides, she has a husband.

Soon our hour is over, and he’s outside to pick her up. She seems reluctant to say goodbye, almost as though she was hoping we could spend more time together tonight. But I hardly know her. It would be moving too fast and could ruin something that’s just beginning between us.

We decide to match our exercise schedules and exchange cell numbers. Then her Sebastian comes in and she introduces me. He seems like a nice guy and I get the impression they’re pretty close. It’s strange though, he seems a little surprised that Janie is still here. Where does he expect her to be, at my apartment?