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Jane, Tarzan (for Blurugirl and MysteriousD)

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It had been a frightening and...yes, an exhilarating experience when the ape man who had rescued Jane first pressed the side of his head between her breasts, then drew her face against his admittedly well muscled chest. It took a moment for Jane to realize that the ape man was trying to have her listen to his heart beat, which made her realize he was trying to listen to hers.

"Very nice," she told him nervously, as she leaned back, trying to put up her hair.

Her reaction was delayed, but she was floored when the ape man said "Very nice" right back at her.

She soon realized that the ape man couldn't actually speak English, but merely had an amazing skill at mimicry,

She did learn his name was Tarzan, however, and, after a comedy of errors, was able to tell Tarzan her name was Jane.

Now she had to try to teach him how to communicate in general.
 
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Tarzan had never seen anyone like her. He was the only one like him in the jungle. Sure, there was plenty of other primates, but she was different. She was of his kind. Furthermore, she was a female. While he did know the basic differences of male and females from seeing the apes, he did not know between her and him. He could not help but be intrigued to find out.

But how?

For the most part, he was paying attention to her, apparently teachig him human speak, something he was catching on, though he was distracted by his curiosities. He was picking up enough. "Different? How?" he managed to ask her, understanding the words and as well as asking the methodology. Perhaps this would mean comparing and contrasting them more.
 
Jane was just chattering on about different the jungle was from London, getting off track from actually trying to teach Tarzan how to communicate with her.

"Take, for example, this," Jane said, presenting a small hairpin she had started putting her hair up, before Tarzan had startled her with is "Very Nice" remark. "Hair grip," she repeated, presenting Tarzan with the small hairpin. The hair grip Jane presented Tarzan was dull, unlike the sharper hair pins of her mother's generation. "Just don't put it in your mouth," she added.
 
Tarzen took note of the hairpin and began looking over it on how it was. Sure, it seemed to serve a purpose, but he was not sure how it was relevant. "How different you?" Tarzen tried to communicate before he began signaling. He placed his hands on his chest and then signaling to hers.

He was interesting in seeing more of her exposed form, if to further show the differences.
 
"Ah, yes, well," Jane stuttered, her face becoming red at the memory of her face pressed against Tarzan's well muscled chest, as well as the side of his face pressed between her grapefruit sized breasts. "Yes, we are different because I am a woman and you are a man. There are other differences, of course, such as the manner of our dress, our societal roles, and so forth." Jane knew she was rambling on and that Tarzan wouldn't understand a word of what she was saying, but hos question and gesturing had quite flustered her.
 
Tarzan saw her identify him as "man" and herself as "woman." He wondered if "man" was what their kind was called. If so, did the "wo-" identify her feminity or her ability to give birth? He was unsure, but he was curious and wanted to find out more, even if he was still trying to catch on more. He did not want to repeat himself, so he was tyring to figure out his growing vocabulary.

"Show different," Tarzen requested of her, looking at her with intrigue and positive curiosity. From what he understood, the word "show" was to indicate presenting something. And he did want to see more of her. After all, she was covered in more clothing than he. Was that what they did? Because they lacked fur?
 
"Ah, yes, well," Jane answered, removing her remaining glove. She held her hand up for Tarzan to once again press his palm against hers.

"As you can see, your hand is larger, and, er um, more muscular," Jane observed, her eyes once again returning to Tarzan's muscular chest.
 
Tarzan places his hand on Jane’s, feeling how soft and dainty she felt on his own. He grasped her hand, his fingers slipping between hers and holding onto hers.

He squeezed to show some level of desire

“More?” Tarzan asked, looking into her eyes intensely. HIs other hand went on her chest, between her breasts.
 
Janes eyes flew wide when Tarzan's hand went over her heart. She very quickly took his wrist and moved his hand away.

"Yes, yes, we both have heart beats," Jane said quickly, patting Tarzan's hand as she moved it back to his own person. "Very nice heartbeats indeed."
 
Tarzen was a little surrpised to see her react as such. It reminded him a little of the gorilla interactions, at least when one was being shy. Was she shy? Perhaps because he was not like her in attitude?

He continued trying to pantomine what he was saying. This time, he was expressing what she looked like with less of her clothing though he was wondering if he should be forceful about interacting with her. He wanted to see her bare chest, and see how else they are different there.
 
"Ah, yes, well," Jane said, not quite understanding the ape man's pantomime. He was curious, to be sure, but he also seemed to be the gentle sort and, ironically, seemed a lot more polite than some of the "civilized" types she had had to fend off in London.

It was that polite, curious and gentle sort that was attracting her.

"Yes, men and women are different," Jane began, "For example, men are harder than women. Sometimes noticeably so," she added, letting her fingers linger for a moment on Tarzan's chest, right over his heart. "However, it is very bad manners to, um, er, try to listen to someone's heartbeat, especially if you just met them."

Jane placed a palm over her own heart, then shook her head. "So no heartbeat. No! No!" she said, shaking a finger at Tarzan, trying to sound stern but not too shrillish.
 
Tarzan was a little frustrated, but that was mainly because he was still trying to communicate. He had on an obvious thinking pose, namely in figuring out how further to communicate with her. He saw that apparently she got pretty flustered by him putting his hand on her chest. He was unsure if it was part of their ways as humans or if she was shy. Then again, she was in unfamiliar territory and they just met so that was soemthing to be nervous of.

"How more?" he asked her more as he began looking around her in intriguement while also letting her looking at his features more. Tarzan found her quite lovely, but he still wondered what human courtship would be like. He did also stare into her eyes, to learn more of her. Tarzan was mostly untouched by civilization yet possessed plenty of raw goodness and a form of purity in that.
 
"More harder," Jane said taking Tarzan's left hand and placing it over his own right bicep. Jane had to admit Tarzan's limbs were both muscular and well defined.

Jane then placed Tarzan's left hand over her own right bicep. Though Jane was in excellent shape, having participated in the various sports that young women of her station and breeding participated in, back in London, she did not have the musculature of a man who had been born and raised in the jungle.

Jane's limb were firm but slender. She let Tarzan's hand linger on her bicep before removing it.

"More harder," Jane said, touching Tarzan's right bicep. "More softer," she concluded, touching her own bicep.
 
"You soft," Tarzan repeated as he went over to squeeze the slender and soft body over of Jane, letting himself enjoy the touch that they were giving each other. He was liking being able t do this and he wanted to touch her more, but he was not sure on the best way in order to do so.

"Soft here? Soft here?" Tarzan began asking. If she was soft on her arms, he wondered where else. Her chest obviously, but also in her tummy? In her pelvis? He didn't touch her, but he did gesture to himself when comparing her "softness" to his "hardness", including around his pelvic area, looking more intrigued.
 
"Well, there are other things besides being soft," Jane said hurriedly, wanting to get off that potentially dangerous track. "For example..."

Jane put a hand on Tarzan's throat, then on her own. "That's called an Adam's apple. Adam's apple. Men have a prominent one, women don't."
 
Tarzan noticed her getting flustered. Perhaps he was onto something here in regards to learning more on her. He raised his eyebrow regarding the Adam's apple, but he wasn't that interested, if mainly because it sounded like she was trying to shy away.

Tarzan began being a little more assertive, namely in touching her shoulder and gently squeezing to see how soft she was, all while letting her look at his chiseled physique. "Soft. Nice," he said to her, giving her an earnest and affectionate compliment.
 
"Ah, yes, well, they have muscle. I am English, after all, and a lady, so I participate in sports," Jane replied. She reached over and tentatively touched Tarzan's shoulder.

"Though you do have very broad, firm shoulders," Jane observed.
 
Tarzan really didn't get what she said in response regardng her and spots, but nonetheless, she seemed to be responded well to his touches so he did the same. He felt her shoulders and went over to her sides. She definitely live an active lifestyle, from as far as he could gathered, but it still was nice and soft she felt.

"This?" Tarzan asked as he felt her hips with his strong hands, becoming more intruged, his instincts gradually asserting themselves within him.
 
"Yes," Jane said, her eyes clothed, her voice a little breathy. "Those are hips. Women have wider hips than men."
 
Tarzan saw Jane accept the touches and it emboldened to go further. His strong hands ran up and down on her hips, giving gentle squeezes and appreciated how she felt. He began exploring more, such as above and near her chest before going back down. He was taking the time to appreciate what he could from her, at least with the cumbersome clothing in the way. He did also notice her beginning to sweat, likely from how warm she was.

"You okay?" he azked her as he noted how warm she was and that she may benefit from removing some of her clothing to be more comfortable here in the jungle. He was even shifting her clothing a bit to signal to her this. He did want to see more of her uncovered body.
 
"Yes, well, it is a bit humid," Jane replied, fanning herself. When Tarzan began tugging at her clothes, Jane gently but firmly pushed his away. It was much hotter here than it was back in London, and Tarzan's hands weren't helping.

"Let's talk about some...safer distinctions between us, shall we?" she said, raising Tarzan's hands to her face. "My facial traits are a bit more delicate," she added, placing one of Tarzan's hands against her cheek, "As compared to yours," she concluded, reaching out and putting one of her hands against Tarzan's face.
 
Tarzan noted as he saw her trying to cool herself there. "Yes. Humid," Tarzan quoted back to her, trying to convince her so she would remove some of the uncomfortable clothing there. While he felt her push his hands a way, he knew that he was succeeding gradually. He felt her soft hands on his face, leaning into it with a very pleased smile. Her gentle touch definitely felt quite nice and he took the time to also stroke he face gently and carefully, like that of a lover.

"Soft..." Tarzan repeated as he continued to stroke Jane's face. He went closer to her. His other hand tugged at her clothes a bit more, but also pressing. It was likely making her more uncomfortable given the humidity of the jungle and her increasing warm and sweatiness would likely be making it worse. At the same time, while he kept stroking he face, he switched his free hand to also fanning her, also signalling her removing her dress to cool down. All while he kept looking into her eyes,
 
Jane's heart was racing at the feel of Tarzan's hand caressing her face. She had just meant for Tarzan to touch her face for a few seconds.

She really need to get back to camp, Jane thought to herself, but she found herself getting lost in Tarzan's blue-green eyes.

On impulse, Jane leaned in and gave Tarzan a quick kiss. It was barely a peck, but it was still a kiss. And it was the first time Jane had ever kissed a man on the lips.

Jane leaned back, blushing, not believing she had done anything so bold.
 
Tarzan could feel Jane’s heart race faster through her accelerated pulse when he held her hand. All while staring into her eyes. They were unlike anyone who he has ever seen before. Magical and beautiful.

Jane then kissed him. It caught him off-guard; though from the look on Jane’s face, he realized it was a display of affection. Was she perhaps interested in being his mate?

Tarzan responded by kissing back, holding onto Jane with one of his strong arms while the other caressed her cheek. Unlike her chaste kiss, his was wold and passionate. He didn’t understand, but it felt good and was trusting his instincts.
 
Jane wanted to resist, but the passion and strength of the kiss, as well as the delicious helplessness she felt in Tarzan's arms, made her resistance crumble, as she gave herself over to that passionate kiss
 
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