My stories are memoirs spiced with a kinky imagination. Most stories contain a combination of real and fictional characters with names changed as appropriate to protect the ‘guilty.’

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This story is Part 3 of a series of three short stories titled Jillian 1 — 3. It’s a story about Jillian, a woman I met who, unknown to me when I first met her, was part of a group of women started by my Doctor, Catherine. After the one weekend we spent together I never saw or spoke to her again.

Jillian Part 3 – Sunday

I awoke on Sunday to the smell of coffee and daylight streaming through the windows. I am

alone in the bed, naked and covered with only a sheet and a light blanket. Not sure where that coffee smell is coming from but I sure could use some. Mother Nature calls however

, I really have to pee before anything else. As I lift the covers the bed smells of Sex. Jill or Jillian, whichever of the two was last with me is gone.

While I am sitting on the ‘throne’ I hear someone in the living room area. With my bodily needs taken care of I’m standing naked in front of the mirror taking inventory. No cuts, scratches or other evidence and as I reach down between my legs expecting a mess of dried ‘everything’ I’m surprised. I’ve been in the Shower. It would be nice if I could remember these things. On the bathroom floor is the small travel bag I had prepared for last night. I have no idea how it ended up here but it contains what I need right now, a change of clothes, a tooth brush, tooth paste and body lotion.

I brush my teeth.

As I’m examining my breasts for scratches and bites I vaguely remember, Jillian’s reflection appears in the bathroom mirror clothed in a tee shirt. She is standing in the bathroom doorway. I turn, look at her, and offer, “Jillian? I thought you said you would be leaving with your husband.”

She smiles and says, “It’s Jill, ma’am. Jillian has left me for you today.”

Still trying to shake off the sleep I’m puzzled about the ‘Ma’am’ in her answer. I ask, “Ok Jill, why are you calling me ‘Ma’am’ and what exactly does it mean that she ‘left you for me?'”

Jill replies, “Perhaps we should sit and talk. I ordered coffee from room service. Jillian told me you might not remember or understand.” She continues, “I brought a shirt if you would like to wear something,” She hands me the shirt but keeps talking, “of course if you prefer to be naked it is completely up to you.”

Jill turned and went into the living room. The tee shirt she is wearing is short and I watched the tan line on the lower half of her cheeks as she walked away. I thought I saw bruises on her upper thighs. I do Love tan lines on deeply suntanned White women. I put the shirt on, buttoned a few buttons and, otherwise naked, followed her.

A service cart is near the couch with coffee, yummy, gooey fattening things, and bagels and several pieces of fruit. Jill offers coffee and asks how I would like it. I have choices! Jillian is surely gone. I suggest, “black, no sugar, please Jill”

When she responds, “Yes ma’am.” I remember but I’m still a little confused. Jillian tried to prove to me that I have a dominant side by pointing out scenes in my videos, where I was in fact clearly dominant with other women. She had said that Sunday, today, would be my day to test that dominance. What is confusing is that Jill and Jillian are one person aren’t they? Is this Jill who is with me now my test? Only one way to find out, play along,.

“Jill, how long can we stay here in the hotel?”

“Our reservation is through tomorrow morning Miss Robin.”

I don’t like this “Miss Robin” crap at all so I’ll test her a little more. “Jill, never use the words ‘Miss Robin’ when addressing me. You may say ‘Yes Ma’am’ or ‘Yes Robin.’ Never answer ‘No,’ if the answer is no just shake your head no. Do you understand?”

“Yes Robin I understand. Is there anything else?”

“Did you Shower today?”

“Yes Robin, you and I showered together very early this morning when Jillian and Mike left. Don’t you remember?”

I do not answer her. I do not remember and I think I’m not going to like this game but let’s see where it goes.

“Jill, come and stand in front of me.”

She does not respond verbally but puts her coffee down and walks over to me on the couch and stands in front of me about two feet away.

“Now take off your shirt and come closer so I can look at you closely.”

The sun has worked its wonders on her body. Her neck and shoulders and the upper portion of her breasts are deeply tanned with very distinct lines where her bathing suit top covered her. Freckles, still visible even with the tan, cover her chest fading away as her breasts swell and fill out. I had been naked in bed with this woman a number of times over the past few days but this is different. I can enjoy this tour of her body just for myself with no real Sex involved – I think.

As she stands there I notice that I was initially correct when I first met her. Her breasts, although they are somewhat larger than mine are firmer, ‘younger.’ I take one in each hand and test their weight and firmness. As I do I notice her areola contract, and bumps form. She obviously likes this but I ask, “Jill, do you enjoy having another person touch, fondle your breasts?” As I am speaking to her I’m gently pinching her nipples.

Jill looks down at me and smiles. She says, “I Love what you are doing right now, gentle squeezing and pinching, feels wonderful.”

As I examine her breasts I notice what I think are slight bruises, discoloration and ask, “Did it get a little rough last night? Are these bruises from him?”

“Yes ma’am, sometimes he needs to remind me. Sometimes he likes rough Sex.”

“Rough Sex? Do you like it when the other person is aggressive that way and forces you to do what they want?”

Jill is looking at me I sense she is unsure of how to answer. She moved and sat next to me on the couch. But then she begins, “Robin, I have always had wide swings in my sexual life. Jill moves from very submissive to normal in what she desires and is capable of. Jillian moves from normal to very dominant in her desires. The two personalities, at least for me, are not interchangeable. I am one or the other. That is why you may have felt this weekend that you were at times with two different people.”

She continued, “Last night Jillian controlled her husband but her husband controlled and took it out on Jill and that explains the bruises you found on my body. This conversation we are having right now is as close as I get to ‘normal.'”

I started to ask a question but she stopped me.

“No wait, let me finish. Everything I knew about you, had been told about you, or had experienced with you told me you were like Jill. A normal person who likes Sex, might be a little kinky at times, and very submissive at other times. I did see in your videos things you did or said that led me to believe that you have more than a little Jillian in you. So, I’m here today as Jill, your Jill if you want her, to give you a chance to knowingly assume the Jillian personality I saw in you.” She finished, “If you want the chance it’s yours. If you don’t, when you return home later this morning, Jillian will be waiting.”

It all made sense now. The two personalities I experienced were not my imagination. Now, what to do about her proposition. I honestly think I am a Jill. In every part of my life I met the profile of a Jill. There is only one way to find out if there is any truth to what she said isn’t there?

“Jill, I understand what you a:re suggesting. I’ll consider it. Please stand up again in front of me”

Jill put her warm hand on my inner thigh just above my knee and stood. I stood in front of her. “Jill, unbutton my shirt and take if off me then step close to me. I want to feel your body near mine.” As she worked the buttons I took her breasts one in each hand, squeezed them lightly. As I brushed my thumb over her areola and nipple I felt a slight bump, elevation of her skin just below her areola. I lifted her breast, imagining I am Dr. Catherine, and I can more clearly see the small scar. I asked again, “Jill, have you had a ‘lift’ done on your girls? They are perfect.”

I had asked her that question once before and I remember she lied and said they were “all natural.”

This time she was honest. “Forty-fifth birthday present to myself.”

“What’s else?”

“My butt, but just a little.”

By now we were both naked and I was holding her close searching with my fingertips for a scar on her cheeks. Nothing.

“Jill, let’s finish up our coffee so you can drive us home. Do you have your car here, and do you have clothing to change into for the trip home?”

“Yes Robin, I can be ready to leave in just a few minutes.”

I had a pair of white jeans a bra and a very casual top in my overnight bag in the bathroom.

“Jill, I want you to stay naked for now but go get my bag in the bathroom.”

“Yes Robin.”

When I was finished dressing I poured myself another cup of coffee, told her to find my dress, put it in my bag and after dressing go down to the lobby, check us out of the hotel and get our car and bring it around front.

Call me when you are in the car, out front and ready to leave. She just said, “Yes ma’am, and went about doing what I told her.

The coffee was still Hot, black and strong just as I like it. When I flicked on the TV the weather channel was calling for an exceptionally Hot day. I heard myself saying, “I hope so” as I flicked the tv off.

On the way home it was my turn to ask questions but I really had none. I did not feel like I was in charge of the situation or the woman sitting next to me. I understood that it was my day to be in control but the square peg was having trouble fitting the round hole.

The conversation on the way home was easy and casual but frankly meaningless and somewhat boring. When we arrived Jill told me that Jillian had invited Marty and Anne to come over for drinks later in the afternoon. She asked if I wanted to change those plans.

I looked at her and said, “What was the plan? What do they expect?”

She answered, “Jillian controls them both so they will do whatever I say thinking I am Jillian.”

I thought about that for a moment and told Jill to call them and tell them plans have changed.

She looked at me questioningly and asked, “Do you mean you do not want them to come?”

I became a little angry, “Yes Jill! Make the invitation go away.”

She looked down and said, “Yes ma’am.” Then she was on the phone and I was not listening.

When she returned I suggested a walk on the beach. We changed and headed out. At a bar down the beach we had a few drinks and talked.

“Jill, I honestly don’t know what to think about your two personalities. For the rest of the day I only want to talk to Jill. Ok?”

She replied “Of course Robin.”

On the way back to my house, assisted a little by the drinks, I was honest with her. I explained that this weekend had been fun and I loved not really knowing what Jillian would do next. I did not Love that Jillian had pointed out that I can sometimes go more than a little overboard.

As the afternoon wore on I used Jill as a sounding board for my own feelings. I didn’t need her words or advice just her ears and her body.

When we got back to the house I took her by the hand and led her to the bedroom and started to take her clothes off.

“You know Jill, loosing Beth made me very aware of my age.”

She responded by starting to remove my clothes while giving me small kisses on my neck and shoulders.

“I realize that I was happiest in my life with one woman, Beth”

I kissed her as our bodies joined standing near the bed, a gentle kiss with my tongue just brushing her lips, demanding nothing.

“You know Jill, there is a woman, Marjorie, waiting for me in North Carolina”

She had lowered her head and while holding my breasts she was kissing my nipples just little flicks of her tongue.

“I really believe I have to be honest with her about the past and my sexual needs”

Jill pushed me back onto the bed and climbed in beside me holding me close.

“I don’t know where it will go but I want to hear what she feels about me and what she needs sexually.”

Jill’s hand is between my legs touching me there. A finger seeks entrance.

“I’m almost sure that I am the only woman Marjorie has ever been with and I want her to tell me it’s more than just a fling or might someday be more than just a fling.”

My hands are on her butt pushing between, looking to please her. I know she is sensitive there.

“I feel I need to be honest and tell her how much I need her to share control of Sex with me. I think that would be best.”

Her hands have pushed my knees apart and are sliding up my thighs toward my center. Jill’s hands are behind my knees pushing up, pushing up exposing all of me.

“Marjorie is a wonderful lover. Her tongue always starts where you are right now.”

I feel Jill’s tongue sweep across my anus sending little nerve thrills through to my imaginary control center behind my clit.

“Marjorie licks me over and over with all of her tongue and stops just short of the prize every time.”

Jill’s tongue runs from my anus up across my labia stopping just short of my clit.

“Marjorie brings me to the edge again and again always timing the end perfectly for the crest of my wave of pleasure.”

When Jill’s tongue moves onto my clit the first time the first wave of what would be several washes over me. She does not stop.

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Later as Jill is leaving she looks at me and says,” I think it’s time for you to stop being afraid and give this Marjorie woman a chance.