The Diary Of Jane - Sex Stories

The Diary Of Jane

So, where to begin? I guess it all started when I first saw her; the girl who changed my life. It's amazing how one girl, one song can create a chain of events that lead you on a path you never thought you would take, never mind love. It was her love, Emma's love, that caught me in her web of intimacy, pulling me in. but that's the thing. I wanted to be caught. I just didn't know it. --- 3 days Earlier --- I had recently moved to a city called Bournemouth, and my first thoughts instantly strayed to how cute the guys looked at the beaches. I couldn't wait to unpack and put my new bikini and fitness training to good use. My apartment was ok, I guess, for one person to live in, maybe two if they were willing to share the bed. The kitchen and lounge all blended into one room, the soft plush carpet melting into the cold stone slab flooring. The bathroom being in a separate room, with a walk-in shower completing the set. No sooner had I finished unpacking when my buzzer went off, signaling my first visitor. I walked down the three floors, curious as to who wants to see a new girl this desperately. As I approached the door, the silhouette of the figure looked be a man; tall, long hair possibly? I remember wondering as too whether this mystery man had any tattoos, and whether he would show me around, when the door swung open to reveal the complete opposite as to my first presumption. She stood at about six foot, choppy shoulder length black hair, wearing a black leather jacket, an ...

... AC-DC shirt and black ripped skinny jeans with black punk boots to finish off what I would call The Death Look. By that point I noticed that I had been staring at her for quite some time, so immediately composed my self and smiled briefly, leaning against the door and welcoming this mysterious girl. "Are you the new girl?" she asked, her eyes raking across my body, making me feel self-conscious and the need to cower. After It happened, I don't know why I was so nervous, It's not as if she's scary or anything; sure she's about a foot taller than me, but I'm no pushover myself. "I am, nice to meet you." I reply, holding out my hand. "My name's Natasha, do you mind me asking yours?" "Emma," and with that one word she spat on her hand, clasping mine with hers as I felt her spit squish in the palm of my hand. As I fought the urge to throw up from this sudden change of weirdness, I let go and offered her entrance inside the apartment, in which she shook her head in reply. "Sorry, I don't have time. I'm going to a Breaking Benjamin Concert in a few hours." She turned to leave, walking down the road before spinning around and looking at me with those piercing green eyes "I have a spare ticket if you want to come along" she asked, waving a ticket in my general direction. Instantly my danger radar went off inside my head; a concert?! Concerts mean heavy loud music, which means lots of screaming, lots of people ramming into each other in a frenzy. Concerts aren't me, not once in my life ...