Message-ID: <3585eli$9709011202@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: MelLin6695@aol.com Subject: New TG from Waldo - Jane - Chapter 8 of 9b Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <970830120050_418270711@emout04.mail.aol.com> Jane by Waldo Chapter 8 of 9b Tarzan is a copyrighted character and this story is not intended to infringe on those rights. While my Tarzan has a similar storyline, its purpose is to entertain without claiming credit for the orignal Tarzan. All rights reserved by Author. Not to be read by minors or sold without explicit written permission of the author Chapter 8 - The barn Two hours of sitting with a very relaxed Sir Walter under the canopy didn't reveal any new facts. The old man discussed more details about Jane's new life as the young matriarch of her very proper and close family. Jane's father had spent a small fortune trying to find her. When Sir Walter returned with her, Lord Parker was so happy at her return, that he didn't care that Jane proudly immediately admitted to him that she was over three months pregnant and that her middle-aged protector was the father of her unborn child. Lord Parker quickly arranged a formal church wedding, publicly noting that the two `lovebirds' had a quick African wedding a few months before, which explained the soon noticed pregnancy. Although there was a big age difference, the `May-December' marriages were socially acceptable as long as it was within the same social classes. Lord Parker arranged for Jane's cousin and friends from the Finishing School to move in for awhile, while they `refreshed' Jane's memory to her personal history and social expectations. It was common knowledge that Jane had been injured in Africa and had lost all her memories; so the local people accepted Sir Walter as her rescuer and husband. Everyone knew that Jane had changed because of her memory loss and they all did what they could, to help her feel at home and to try to remember her past life. Near the end of their discussion, Tarzan told the old man that he wouldn't kill him yet - not that he wouldn't kill him but only that he hadn't decided when to kill him; and that he would observe Jane before he did anything that might hurt her. It was with some trepidation that Tarzan followed the old man when the Butler announced tea time. He wanted to be with Jane and to talk with her, but this wasn't the Jane that he expected to find. As soon as he discovered back in Africa that she'd escaped, he'd imagined finding her still being held prisoner - otherwise she would have already returned to him. He dreamed about how he would come to England to rescue her and take her back to Africa where they would live happily every after. Only this Jane was a proper Lady who expected crumpets with her tea, preferred to be chic and well-groomed at all times, liked to sleep on satin sheets, was happily married to the man who had kidnapped her and was the contented mother of his child. It wasn't the Jane that he expected to find - a Jane with Tarzan's memories being held prisoner by a deranged old man. How do you explain to someone that's lived the happy life of a English Lady for the last four years, that has a husband and child, that they were born a man and lived most of their life as a savage? How do you explain to that same woman that the male body that you're currently inhabiting, is really her natural-born body and that her female body is really your natural-born body? And that you want to take her away from this life of ease and respect, to return her to a life as either a Amazon warrior or the main stud in a jungle village? This wasn't his Jane - instead it was someone completely different - a someone that he realized that he to start thinking of as Lady Jane - not just Jane. The child complicated the matter. Sir Walter proudly claimed the child as his own, but had admitted that he didn't make love to Jane until three weeks after the waterfall and that Jane had been over three months pregnant when she arrived home. Even a first grade mathematics skill could figure out that a two month sea voyage and a two week river raft trip didn't really add up to over three months of pregnancy. The impregnation had to occur either when the real Jane was living with Tarzan or Nasroi. And Lawrence didn't look anything like Nasroi. Jane's body had been unknowably pregnant prior to the body exchange. So the real Tarzan had impregnated the real Jane and then through the body exchange, the real Tarzan had carried and delivered the child as the new Lady Jane. And both Lady Jane and Sir Walter accepted the child as the old man's child. Naturally if Jane went back with Tarzan to the jungle, the child would go also, but how would that affect them changing back into their real body? The current Lady Jane had a well-established maternal nurturing pattern with Lawrence and a body exchange could damage that relationship. It was easy to see that not only would this tea-and-crumpet, prim-and-proper, satin sheets, pierced-ears and curled-hair Lady Jane be very reluctant to return to a savage Africa, but that she might also not want to return to her correct male body. ****** Lady Jane had changed into a different dress - a dark velvet that contrasted her china-white complexion. It was just as long and formal, but it allowed her to sit bolt-upright in her stiff-backed Victorian chair and expose the correct amount of dainty ankle below her skirt. Her hair had also been brushed and combed differently so that it was more of an upswept hairstyle held in place with a mother-of-pearl barrette. Around her neck now was a gold necklace that contained a locket - the type of locket that could hold a picture of loved ones. Hanging from both wrists were expensive gold bracelets and there were several rings on her fingers. There were guests at Tea - Sarah who had been the young Jane's best friend from Finishing School and her husband - Captain Towers who was out of the military now but still preferred to be called by his former rank. As soon as Sarah entered the room, Lady Jane turned giddy. After the formal introductions of Tarzan to the new arrivals, the two women whispered and giggled like two adolescence teenagers as the men talked about some horses that Sir Walter had recently bought. Tarzan listened to the two men talk as his ears strained to listen to Lady Jane and Sarah as they sat in the corner with the boy as he played with some toys. Seeing Sarah like this brought back old memories of how dumb Sarah used to act back then and now Lady Jane was behaving very similar. After one little giggle and whisper session behind the fans that they used to shield their faces while they did their private girl talk, Sarah asked the handsome young male guest "Do you have a wife back in Africa?" Tarzan told the truth "No." because there had never been marriage ceremonies within any of the numerous relationships. Sarah and Lady Jane immediately began whispering again as Tarzan recognized that they were scheming against him, knowing that they would probably try to pair him up with one of their unmarried friends. So it was good for him to ignore the two women and to concentrate on the discussion between Captain Towers and Sir Walter. After several minutes of divided chatter, Lady Jane rang the bell for the maid. Mary Beth entered the room, carrying a tray filled with fresh tea. When she refilled Tarzan's cup, her face turned red as if she was embarrassed about something. As soon as everyone had a fresh cup of tea, Lady Jane proceeded to be the proper hostess, pulling the men from their separate discussion into a common discussion. Using her skills as a hostess, she tried to relax a still-somewhat recalcitrant Tarzan as she deftly ensured that everyone participated in a friendly Tea Party. As soon as there was a lull in the discussion, she used her vivacious personality to provide a little gayety and humor to what could've been a very dull gathering. ****** For Tarzan, dinner was just as awkward as the Tea. Tarzan was still dressed in his only clothes - the suit that he had purchased in France, with his jungle knife still hidden within it's hidden pocket. Lady Jane had switched into a formal long dark evening dress that exposed her white shoulders and a little cleavage, but still kept her ankles hid from sight as any respecting proper Lady was supposed to dress. Around her neck was a diamond necklace that Tarzan didn't recognize from Jane's heritage so he assumed it had been a gift from Sir Walter. The necklace hung low on the china-white chest, reaching almost to the cleavage. Her shoulders were bare, but her wrists were covered to the elbows in gloves that matched the dress. Tarzan could see enough of her arms and upper chest to know that the muscles that the savage Jane Parker had worked so hard to build four years ago, had disappeared along with the tan that she had developed after months of the African sun. The finely dressed woman standing so proudly beside her middle aged husband was as soft and feminine as she could be. Lady Jane sat at one end of the big table in the formal dining room and Sir Walter sat at the other. Sitting across from Tarzan was Sarah and her husband. And beside Tarzan - somehow a young unmarried woman named Margaret Wales who lived nearby had been quickly invited to dinner as his dinner partner. Margaret was a beautiful young woman and under other circumstances, Tarzan would've reacted to her presence and apparent ready availability. But the last three months of thinking of no one but Jane, and today's discoveries had tired Tarzan's mind so that he just wanted to eat a little food and rest - not sit at a formal dining table with a woman looking for someone to chase her in the standard English method that she was used to. Mary Beth served dinner and seemed a little puzzled when Tarzan asked her if she had some meat that wasn't so overcooked - the meat was slightly pink and done on the outside. The dinner discussion switched to Tarzan as everyone but the hosts quizzed him about his life back in Africa, but he managed to sidestep some of the most difficult questions - how could he live among the savages, did they eat with forks, was it true that the women went around bare-chested, and other questions that he considered to be really dumb questions but which he answered with the appropriate social aplomb for his questioner's lack of real knowledge. When dinner was over, he went straight to the guest bedroom, after politely turning down Margaret's suggestion to join her at a church social picnic on Sunday afternoon. He removed the suit and changed into the loincloth that felt better than the very uncomfortable suit and tie. Ten minutes after he laid down on the bed, he heard a slight noise. Sitting up in the bed, he saw that someone had shoved a note under his bedroom door. Picking up the note, he read: "Dress comfortably and be ready at 10 pm." It wasn't signed but the flowing handwriting and slight trace of perfume indicated that its author was a woman - Lady Jane from the light perfume remaining on the note. He removed the knife from his suit and laid back down on the bed as he waited. Within minutes, there was a timid knock on the door. He silently walked across the floor and opened the door, discovering Mary Beth. She stared at him as if she'd never seen an almost naked man wearing a loincloth and carrying a fourteen inch long knife before. Holding her fingers over her lips in the time honored suggestion to be quiet, she turned and led him down the hallway to the servant's staircase which deposited them in the kitchen. He followed her through the kitchen and outside the house where they headed on a path that Tarzan knew could only lead to the barn. As soon as he was sure that they were far enough away where they couldn't be heard by anyone in the house, Tarzan asked "How is Jack?" Mary Beth paused - a look of confusion on her face. Then she answered "Jack ran off with a former friend of mine that used to work here - a French maid named Dominique who had a shapely body that he preferred over my large body. I haven't seen him in over three years since the two of them quit the estate and ran away together. How did you know about him?" Tarzan replied softly "It's a long story that I don't wish to tell tonight. Please continue." Understanding that the semi-naked man wouldn't reveal any more details, she led Tarzan to the barn and back into the little stall. The place where the teenaged Jane had privately celebrated her 18th birthday with her real friends just before she had embarked on her African adventure. The current Lady Jane was sitting on a haybale, sipping a drink as she smoked a cigarette. She had changed from the beautiful evening dress into the comfortable but old dress that the younger Jane had liked to wear but that her father hated. Lady Jane said "Thanks for bringing him down here." Mary Beth grinned and winked at her Mistress as if there was a hidden secret before she turned around to leave them along. Tarzan sat down on a nearby haybale, keeping a little distance between him and his former body. She acknowledged his presence by declaring "Pour yourself a drink. I thought that we needed to talk in private and this is the best place that I know." He poured a little of the alcohol into his glass as she continued "My husband is sound asleep. Normally he can handle drinking his wine but one glass of brandy and he's out like a light. So Mary Beth made sure that he constantly had enough Brandy so that he called it an early evening as soon as dinner was over. I know that you thought earlier today that the dodo-brained Sarah is my best friend, but my best friend has always really been Mary Beth. When my husband brought me back home and my father discovered that I had no memory of early life at Parker Manor, he filled the house with only the childhood friends that he wanted me to be around, thinking that he could now shape me into the proper little English Lady that he always wanted me to be. But he didn't know that I would sneak out here at night to be with people that I discovered were my real friends - Mary Beth, Harry, and Jack who would tell me the things that my father's friends weren't telling me. And that's why I asked you to join me out here. I know my complete life history except that sometimes I feel that there are some things that my dear husband doesn't want me to know about my life in Africa." "Such as?" She sat back on the haybale, spreading her legs wide open in an unfeminine movement as she made herself comfortable before answering "Such as who's the baby's father? I didn't suspect that I was pregnant until I was aboard the ship headed to England and didn't really confirm it until after I got here, but either Lawrence was born a little under eight months after conception or I had a very close boyfriend in Africa, besides Walt. Seeing as how my dear husband hasn't been able to duplicate the impregnation no matter how hard or often he tries with me, it appears that Lawrence's father might have been someone else from my forgotten Africa. Was it you?" Not sure what to tell her, Tarzan hesitated a second then replied "I can assure you that in my entire male life, I've never had sex with you." She puffed on her cigarette then asked "Do you know who the father of my child is?" He sipped his drink, letting it burn his throat in the delightful way that good brandy burns, as he tried to come up with an acceptable lie before replying "I didn't know that you were ever pregnant until I saw the child today. I assumed it to be your husband's child." She stared at him as she slowly let a trace of cigarette smoke escape her lungs "Bull shit. Who are you and how do we know each other?" "That's not a very lady-like response." "When I'm with my husband, I'm one hundred percent a Lady. When I'm with people that I consider to be my real friends, I usually ignore the proper etiquette and speak frankly. Would you prefer that I go back to being the giggling dodo brain that you've seen all day?" "No, I like this open relationship better. As for your question - let it suffice for now to know that we were in similar circumstances in the jungle. You escaped with the help of the man that you've accepted as your husband and I learned to live the life that was forced upon me." A twinkle gleamed in her eye "Aha. So there is a mystery about my jungle life that my husband refuses to tell me and that you don't want to reveal yet. What do I have to do, to get you tell me the truth? Do you want me to let you fuck me? Would you tell me if I gave you a blow job?" Tarzan thought for several seconds, knowing that if the circumstances were reversed, he would seek the same answers, but at the same time recognizing that the truth can hurt. After ten or twenty seconds of silence, Tarzan began talking, not really knowing where he was going, except that he wouldn't tell the whole truth at this time "We were lovers, but there were at least three men that shared a bed with your body back during that time. There was an outlaw gang that tried to rob and pillage the village - that's how you got hurt and lost your memory. I fought the gang and Sir Walter took care of you. There was this big waterfall and the two of you went over it while we were fighting the outlaws. I thought that you had died and gave up on ever seeing you again; but somehow the two of you escaped. Recently I discovered that there was a slight chance that you lived through the waterfall and came looking for you. That's it." She tilted her head back slightly as if she was examining something then responded "People can be lovers without having relationships. I hope that my personality back then was strong enough so that I just didn't let anyone in my bed. Were we close?" "The jungle tribe believed in everyone pulling their own weight and your body was part of their breeding program, so you were mated with whomever the `hero' of the moment was. I became one of your lovers after your then-current's lover's time was up. We were close - close as defined as we liked each other and enjoyed each other's company; but there was never any real or longtime commitment between us. There was a strong sexual attraction between us." She stood up and dropped her cigarette on the floor, putting it out with one practiced motion before she walked across the few feet between them. Tarzan was still sitting on the haybale so his eye level was a few inches below your eye level. They stared into each other's eyes for several seconds before she softly exclaimed "I suspected something like that. When I first saw you today, I found it difficult to stare at your face instead of at your cock. I felt a strong urge to undress you so I escaped with Lawrence while I thought about my unusual feelings. I thought that it was only me that you were arousing, but Mary Beth assured me that just about every young woman in the household was feeling the same way. Later when Sarah and I were whispering, Sarah was trying to figure out some way to spend the night then accidentally wander down the hallway to your room, but I headed that off. Not that I wouldn't mind seeing a little active sex around here, but as a proper Lady, I have to control the local gossip. As for us, I knew that you figured prominently in my past somehow but wasn't sure how. I hope you understand but when I lost my memory, I also lost that past and don't have any desires to re-open that period of my life. No matter how close we were back then, that part of my life is dead." "I understand," whispered Tarzan's baritone voice as they stared into each other's eyes. "a lot of water has passed down the valley and neither of us are the person that we were back then. I understand the reason for your request and will respect it. I wish your husband a long life so that he may enjoy the company of his beautiful wife and young son." "Thank you. I've always felt that there was something that Walt wasn't telling me and your story just filled in some of those gaps. I won't let my husband know that I know the truth. I've got to go back to the house before he wakes up and discovers that I've missing. How long are you staying with us?" "I'll be leaving in the morning - back to my home in Africa." A faint smile appeared on her face "I thought as much. Promise me two things - stay until after breakfast and when you get back to your room, you'll find a gift. The gift is a special gift from me to you and I want you to take it back to Africa with you. I know that you'll enjoy it and make appropriate use of it. Consider it as my gift for caring enough about me to come all this way and then to turn around and go back home. No matter how weird my request sounds, promise me that you'll do that." Tarzan nodded, knowing that he wouldn't break his word to her. ****** The gift in his room was a naked Mary Beth in his bed. She was completely naked and waiting for him. As soon as he saw her, a faint smile appeared on his face as he remembered his promise to Lady Jane to take his gift back to Africa with him. Four years of living as a man in a communal relationship with a lot of the Amazon Women had taught Tarzan a lot about making love, but Mary Beth wrote a new chapter in his book that night. Not only was she the largest woman that he'd ever bedded but she also had the biggest breasts and the tightest vagina that he'd ever encountered. Her barrel shaped chest was almost too big to reach around her and her large breasts were bigger than a nursing woman's breasts. Between his aggressive pounding and her equally enjoyable reaction, they broke the wooden bed slats so that it fell to the floor. Daylight found Tarzan sleeping alone on a mattress on the floor. He had slept the sleep of the exhausted - finally finding rest in the loving arms of his childhood best friend after his long travel. When he woke up, he cleaned himself and dressed in his only clothes; then went downstairs to finish his promise - to leave after breakfast. Sir Walter, Lady Jane and little Lawrence were already waiting for him in the breakfast room. A smiling Sir Walter held his pipe in a reflective manner as he mused out loud "Sounded like the worst storm that ever hit this estate last night. Between the booming thunder and other noise, I didn't sleep a wink. I hope that you had a better night than I did?" Lady Jane's voice hinted of suppressed laughter as she chided her husband for his slightly off-color remark "Walt, please not in front of the child!" "Best that I've slept in months." Responded Tarzan as Mary Beth came into the room with a breakfast tray. Mary Beth's face was slightly red - either from embarrassment or cooking. The rest of the morning was spent as if Tarzan was a long lost close relative. He played with the boy, wresting and allowing the boy to win as they played their games. Occasionally Lady Jane would participate in some of the chasing, lifting her skirt as she dainty ran around the furniture, giggling like a teenager as her son caught her or tagged her. By mid-morning, Tarzan's coach was ready to leave but he wasn't ready. There was something about being back home, about being with Lady Jane, about being with the boy that been conceived as a result of sex between a very young Tarzan and Jane in their real bodies, about being here and feeling as if he belonged here. Somewhat reluctantly, he allowed himself to be escorted by his hosts to the front lobby where Lady Jane asked her husband "I've enjoyed our guest's visit and would you mind if I gave him a proper send-off?" Sir Walter nodded and she stepped forward, tilting her head as she rose on her tiptoes, offering her lips to Tarzan. He bowed his head and their lips met for five seconds, then she pulled away as she whispered "Take good care of your gift. She'll be a good mother to your children." -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | \ .../assm/faq.html> /