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A) Send me email! I like to know this stuff is at least being read,
plus I prescribe to Celeste's blowjob principle.
B) This is probably too long, has too much of a story so if you happen
to think every woman or man just hops into the nearest person's pants
this is probably not the story for you. There's a few good writers
that only write "boink" stories, but believe me I'm not one of them,
at least not until I get started on "21 fantasies".
Anyway, this was a request from a female friend who had
already described the type of 'sex stories' she liked to me. So it
was made specifically to be found attractive by her.
The Bus Story
by
El Sol
I had managed to get a job in a summer camp in Maine, but I
had to start right away because the owner wanted to renovate and
needed the extra bodies. It meant no summer vacation for me until the
last two weeks of August, but I needed the money especially since I
wanted to live off-campus the next semester so it wasn't so bad.
The best part of the whole situation was since it was in the
middle of nowhere I had nothing to spend my money on. As soon as I was
asked I said yes and was on a 24 hour bus ride to Maine.
I was watching the crowd as they entered the bus, just over
the chair in front of me. I had gotten there first and headed straight
for the back. The bathroom was right next to me so that was a minus
but noone could sit behind me which was a bigger plus. I had taken a
bus out to college, and learned one thing, three angles of attack by
the odor and habits of other people was too much. I even had my
backpack in the chair next to me hoping to prevent other people from
sitting there.
The traffic to the bus died quickly, and the bus driver got
in. I thought I had gotten lucky. I saw a lot of my school's
sweatshirts so I figured this was be the yearly migration out and
hopefully only college students would be on the bus.
I wasn't that lucky.
Several older people got on; a few larger people that I was
happy to see sit up front. The bus driver started to get in and out of
the bus as if he wanted to get moving. As it was, I was hoping we
would get moving too.
No such luck.
A mass of people came out of the station and started heading
to our bus. I started looking around panicked.
Counting, counting.
Shit, a good chance of having a partner.
She broke from the pack.
It was a girl about my age, long hair streaming back as she
ran for the bus obviously trying to get a choice of seats. She hit the
door of the bus, made a rough turn, and jetted towards the back and
me. She hit a wall when she saw me.
She was pretty in a very ordinary way, but the best part of it
was she didn't look that she would acquire a ripe stench after a few
hours in the bus.
She looked at me obviously frustrated at my having gotten
there first. I took my bag out of the seat next to me. I could see
her start to sniff at the suggestion. I raised a hand to stop her
making the decision and then having to stick with it because of
pride. I pointed to a certain gentleman in the same aisle she was in.
He was taking up more than his seat.
She got the message. She walked back and took off her bookbag
sticking in the overhead rack. I smiled as she plopped down in the
seat.
"Don't think I'm gonna forgive you taking my seat that
easily.", she said. I could hear the laughter in her voice as she
looked at the incoming crowd and shuddered.
"I'll be quiet, I swear. Won't talk to you." I told her.
She had obviously traveled some because she broke into loud
laughter. She was was wearing a pair of jean shorts with a school
sweatshirt on. It had been a little chilly that morning so I didn't
question the outfit, I had already hid my sweatshirt in my
backpack. She was watching the crowd nervously, counting people and
seats.
I said "I think we might get lucky."
She looked at me, "How?"
I pointed at some of the people, "They look like family, or at
least close friends. They're gonna want to stick together. The chairs
in the middle are their best bet. The loners look mean, they'll want
to be in the middle too just to make the family people uncomfortable
talking. I already counted and there's just enough to leave the
back rows empty."
She looked me like I had to be crazy.
"First time on a bus?"
She nodded.
I pointed towards the overweight guy three rows in front of
us, "As soon as the bus moves, he's gonna start sweating and that
sweat is gonna build. I'm on here for 24 hours if he's for that much
time he'll sweat enough to stain the seats."
I saw her eyes widen.
"You're not supposed to be on this bus?" I asked her.
"No." she said guiltily. "My parents sent me a plane ticket
but they're not gonna be at the airport. They expect me to take a cab
home, so I returned the ticket for cash."
I nodded, "And pocketed the extra money."
She started to nod but changed her mind.
She leaned back against the bathroom cubicle's wall, and
crossed her legs on the seat. She was looking at the people more
intently watching for anyone crossing into our designated territory.
The bus stopped filling up and the closest anyone got to us
was two rows in front of us. She sighed in relief, but didn't look
like she wanted to move up.
"You can stay back here." I said.
She looked at me nervously also.
"I'm harmless, I swear."
She rolled her eyes, telling me that just maybe I would say I
was a serial killer if she needed to know. I smiled at her.
"Well, you can sit back here for now. But if you move up now
and someone notices you, they might come back and sit down with you.
You're going to have to deal with someone hitting on you for however
long this bus ride is."
"And you won't?"
I tilted my head to the side.
"I'll make you deal." I said. "Cause I really don't want to
HAVE to hear somebody hit on you for the rest of my bus ride."
She looked at me curiously.
"You protect me from having to give this seat to someone else,
and I won't hit on you."
"Someone else."
"Oh, yeah this bus stops in other places and picks up
people. Let's them off too, but we could get unlucky."
Her hand flew out so we could shake on it.
She was attractive but not having to share a seat with someone
bigger than her was a good enough reason to kill any shot with her.
I hadn't been all that successful my first year of college in
that department anyway. Why ruin a perfect record?
I settled back as the bus driver started the bus. We pulled
out of the station. A lot of the finals', and moving out stress hit
me all at once. I felt my body just drop into exhaustion. I put my
head back and looked up at the overhead rack; my eyes barely able to
focus. I had stayed up the entire night trying to make sure I didn't
miss the early bus, making sure the room was left perfectly, and
trying to figure out how the hell the next semester would work for me.
I closed my eyes and the rumble of the bus knocked me out.
A whinily insistent voice woke me.
"Excuuse me, I neeed to uuse the bathruum."
"Excuuse me."
I woke up slowly, knowing if I let the voice wake me too
suddenly I was going to bash someone's head in.
We had both fallen asleep and in our sleep our bodies had come
to an accommodation.
She had her back to me, lying mostly on my hip and legs, her
legs were sticking into the aisle blocking the bathroom door. I was
lying with my head to the window, my legs in her leg space. s
"Excuuse me." the voice came again .
This time it woke her. She sat up and backed away from the
woman; pressing herself tightly against me. I got my arm out of her
way but had nowhere to put it but around her front. She latched onto
it, obviously not knowing why the hell this woman was almost yelling
at us, but knowing I was some kind of support.
The woman opened the bathroom door, still pissed at us. The
girl turned and moved away from me. She was looking at me with her
eyes wide and rolling. I started laughing; she immediately broke
into laughter.
"Excuuse me." she mimicked in between bouts of laughter.
We quieted down when the bathroom door opened to let the woman
out. She looked down her nose at us before walking towards the front
of the bus.
"Excuuse me." the girl mimicked again.
We smiled at each other. I tried to stretch as much as I
could. She did also. I tried to hide the fact that I was paying
attention because she had removed the sweatshirt and the stretching
was doing interesting things to the front of her t-shirt.
I stopped looking when we made eye account. She was laughing
at me.
The bus driver used the intercom to tell everyone we would be
making a food stop.
I looked at my watch and said "Well, I slept for four hours
that's not so bad. When did you fall asleep?"
"About 30 seconds after you did." in a giggle.
"Hey, we'll get to use a good bathroom."
She nodded in appreciation.
"Do we get to eat there or do we have to bring it back?" she
asked.
"We eat there. There's no real garbage facilities on the bus.
We'll probably get like a half hour, especially if it's a
pick-up. They'll have to unload baggage and take in new passengers."
"But someone could take our seats." she protested.
I pointed at the overhead rack saying "We put the bags on the
seats make a real mess of the area. Well, a relative mess that stakes
a claim."
She nodded.
"My name's Elvis by the way." I said.
She looked at me.
"Ask my mom, I had nothing to do with it."
"Jessica," she told me.
We looked forward as the bus made the turn into the station.
The bus came to a full stop and people started piling out as
fast as they could. I saw some pretty rough shoving going on in
front. Jessica looked at me and broke into laughter. We waited for
everyone to get off the bus before we put all our carry-ons in the
seats. We started walking off the bus. She stopped halfway down to see
the wrestling match that was going on for luggage beside the bus.
"Do they lose baggage?" she asked me.
"No, usually people steal it." I replied.
She started running out of the bus. I had to hold on to the
chair because I was laughing so hard. Another reason to get on the bus
early, it puts your baggage all the way in the back of the storage.
I walked outside to see Jessica shuffling from one foot to the
other occasionally bending down to see where her bag was. She stood up
quickly one time, and looked over at me. She walked over.
"It's still there and everyone that is getting off left.", she
sighed it out.
I smiled at her but broke down into laughter.
Her mouth opened into a wide oh, and she punched me in the
chest. I couldn't stop laughing though. She kept punching me harder
each time.
"Alright, alright. I'll stop laughing." I said. "But you
looked so scared.", breaking down again.
She started shoving me toward the door of the bus station. I
went willingly.
I opened the door and motioned her through. She walked just
inside the door and stopped. I hadn't noticed so I walked right into
her. I put my hands on her hips so that she wouldn't fall over, her
hands came down on top of mine for balance.
I looked around to see what had made her stop.
It was the station.
It was dingy. I mean there was an thin layer of dust over
everything. I could see overflowing garbage cans. I took a firmer
grip on her hips, and started walking backwards out of the place with
her firmly in tow. She didn't fight me.
She started trying to get out faster than I was so she bumped
into me. I finally noticed how much shorter than me she was. My crotch
hit her just above her ass.
I started an internal chant about some kind of bargain we had
made, I think with the devil.
I must have spoken out loud, because when we were both
standing outside and had separated, she looked at me funny.
"What was that?" she said smugly.
"I was cursing our little bargain where I can't hit on you." I
said.
The smug smile dropped off her face.
I started walking to the other side of the bus. I figured
there had to be some kind of deli or fast food place around here. I
tried to remember the stop from Christmas, but it didn't help. My mom
usually made sure I had enough to eat on the trips.
small garbage bag.
I spotted a deli sign on the corner of the block across the
street from us. I turned around Jessica was walking towards me.
"Hey, look." I said pointing to the deli.
She smiled and started running across the street. I started
running after her. We got there almost at the same time.
"Why are we running?" I asked.
"The bus will leave won't it." she said.
"Not for another half-hour." I told her.
"They wait that long?" she asked.
"That's what the sign in the station said." I explained.
We walked inside. The place was much, much cleaner than the
bus station. We both sighed in obvious relief. Then Jessica noticed
the customer bathroom and sighed even deeper. She headed straight for
it. I could see the guy behind the counter giving us a smile that
said he had seen people like us many times before.
I said hi to him, and ordered a sub and some potato salad. I
started looking around for some food I could safely take on the bus
and canister of air freshener.
I heard Jessica ordering behind me as I was trying to decide
between scented or unscented. She came up beside and started watching
me.
"Which do you prefer scented or unscented?" I asked her.
"What do you need them for?" she asked back.
"The fat guy was eating in the station. He didn't take any
luggage of the bus. I think he's in for the long haul and I saw clear
wet spots around his armpits."
"It can't get that bad." she said trying to say it knowingly.
The counter guy broke out into laughter. We weren't being all
that quiet about it.
She turned around to look at the counter guy.
"Listen to the boy, miss. He's speaking the gospel truth." he
informed her.
She turned around and grabbed the biggest canister on the
rack, turned to look at me.
"I'll split the cost with you."
"Done." I said.
We paid the counter guy. She was moping around. I headed out
the door and to the bus. She hurried to catch up with me.
"What's the hurry?" she asked me.
"The bus." I said.
"But it isn't leaving for a half hour." she said trying to get
a potato chip in her mouth and keep up with me.
"Ah, but that's what the sign said. It doesn't mean the bus
driver can't catch a tude and leave early."
I started running for the bus. I heard an angry gasp behind me
and her chasing after me.
We made it around the front of the bus, I looked inside and
saw no bus driver.
"We're cool." I said over my shoulder.
I moved to sit on the step-up to the station.
She sat down next to me.
"You were just fucking with me, weren't you?" she asked me as
she looked for a way to attack the huge sub she'd bought.
I looked over at her. I had gotten less stuff on mine. I
wanted to laugh because she couldn't figure out how to eat it.
"Yeah."
She bumped me with her hip. She decided to take apart the sub
and make it a salad, at least that's what it looked like when she
spread it out on her napkin covered lap.
We started eating in relative peace.
"Why'd you take the bus over the flight?" I asked her trying
to find any sign of pickles in my sub.
She mumbled something.
"Why'd you take the bus over the flight?" I asked again.
She sighed and looked at me in frustration.
I smiled at her.
"I painted my room." she said attacking the sub angrily.
"What?"
"Me and my roommate are art majors; so we got this bright idea
to paint murals on our walls, ceilings and floors."
I started choking from the laughter.
"It looked pretty cool." she protested.
I nodded but tried not to spit food from laughing.
She punched me.
"I didn't know the school charged you so much for painting
your room back to that ugly off-white."
"Please, just stop." I managed to wheez out. My stomach was
beginning to hurt from laughing.
She carefully laid her sandwich down, took mine out of mine
hands, and pounced on top of me punching me repeatedly.
"Okay, okay." I managed to get out.
She punched me one last time for good measure before she went
back to eating her sandwich.
"So how was your freshman year?" she asked in an obvious bid
to change the subject.
"Not great, but I got everything I needed to get done. So I
guess it was alright."
"That wasn't really informative."
"Well, you could have been more specific."
"Alright, what was the best part of last year for you."
"Only, if you answer each question too." I replied.
"Okay, that's fair." She had for the most part done enough
damage to the sub it seemed and she was trying to find a way to clean
herself.
"The best part of my freshman year?" I thought about it for a
few minutes before I answered.
"Two things. I made dean's list both semesters and I earned
the varsity slot in my weight class."
"Oh, a scholarly jock."
I could taste the disdain in her voice.
"That from someone that painted murals on her dorm room
walls."
"Hey jerk! Those paintings had meaning."
"Uhuh.... Expensive meaning." I couldn't hold the laughter in
again.
She sniffed and looked away until I got control again.
"So what was the best part of your year?" I asked her, wiping
my hands to get rid of the lettuce stuck on them.
"Painting my room." she said brightly.
I tried not to laugh.
"And making the dean's list for both semesters." she said it
smugly.
"Ahh, a scholarly artist, huh."
She gave me a mean look. I decided it might be best to
leave all of that right where it was.
"So what was the worst part." she asked me.
"Can I plead the fifth?" I asked trying not to smile
remembering the scene with my mom.
"Oh no! If you answer it, I'll answer it. But you have to be
honest."
"How do I know if I'm honest that you'll be honest?" I asked
her.
"You don't but then again I don't know if you're being honest,
do I?" she replied.
"Alright, the worst part, huh?"
She nodded vigorously.
"Six unused condom boxes, and the twelve packs at that." I
replied blushing.
"What?"
"It was my mom, I swear."
"What does your mom have to do with six unused twelve pack
condom boxes?" she asked obviously trying to hold back laughter.
"Well, I was going away. she thought, you know, college,
freedom, sexual experimentation, AIDS, herpes," I said and trying to
imitate my mom's voice "and god knows what else. She decided to make
sure I would be safe. Now, I have to explain to her why not one of
the boxes is open."
She started laughing.
"Hey, it's not funny. She's not going to believe I didn't have
sex. She's just going to assume I didn't use them when I was having
sex."
She laughed even harder, "Why don't you just lie?"
"You don't know my mom. I can't lie to her for shit."
The bus driver started heading for the bus, so I got up and
reached down to help her up. She kept laughing as I pushed her towards
the bus.
She got in the bus, and started heading towards our seats
while slowly gaining control. She handed bags to me so I could put
them into the overhead, and then let me into the window seat. She sat
down.
"Okay, what was the worst part of you year then?"
"Paying for the rooms being painted." she said before breaking
down into laughter again, I joined her for a few minutes.
We finally stopped.
"Come on, be serious. I admitted I spent the entire year
sexless. You can at least be honest with me."
"Alright, alright. The worst part." she quieted down and
looked out the window past me.
"I guess my roomate's boyfriend." she said.
I looked at her curiously.
"He was always around. It kept pointing out that I didn't have
anyone. Anytime we went out I was that third wheel. It kinda sucked."
I nodded.
"It would have been easier if Mark hadn't tried to fix me up
with every single guy that he knew."
"What was wrong with them?"
"Mark is the artsy type, so all he knows are artsy guys. Have
you ever met artsy guys?", she asked me.
"Umm, no. They usually avoid jocky guys."
She laughed at that but continued, "Well, they are probably as
bad as I think the jocky guys are."
"Ohh." I said. "How come only this Mark tried to fix you up,
why not your roommate too?"
"It was a stroke of genius."
"Really?"
"Okay, after the third dating disaster, I cut a deal with my
roomy. I would go with her to all the sporting events her boyfriend
wouldn't go with her to, and she wouldn't even mention my alone status
or how this guy was just so right for me."
"Sporting events?" I asked.
"She's a jocky-artsy type."
"What?"
"It a really long story."
"I have time." I said pointing at the rest of the bus.
"Okay, her dad wanted a little boy, but instead he got four
little girls. So when my roomy was born and her mom couldn't have
anymore children he decided this new little girl was all his to raise
how he wanted. So she played little league, peewee football, got to
talks to her daddy about sports and watches sports, and loves sports
etc,etc."
I nodded curiously.
"So she's on the softball team, and she absolutely has to
attend any sporting event for the school that's on campus and root HER
team on."
"Caroline" I said.
She nodded.
"You're Caroline's roommate." I said a lot of little things
falling into place.
"You know her?" she asked me.
I nodded carefully.
"Well, her boyfriend hates going to sports stuff so Caroline
had to go alone, but I made that deal. She leaves me alone and I go to
everything with her."
I nodded again.
"It's worked out so far."
I sat quietly staring out the window at the passing
countryside. The sky was beginning to turn grey and we seemed to be heading
towards even darker cloud cover.
"She knows everything about you, you know." she interrupted my
thinking of nothing.
"Really." I said.
"Yeah, she said that we were lucky to have you wrestling for
our school just about any program would love to have you. That your
really too good to be wrestling for such a small school. Yadda yadda
yadda."
She looked as if she was building up courage to ask something.
"Woulduposeforme?" she got it out really fast.
"Would I what?" I asked surprised.
"Would you pose for me, you know as in for a sculpture." her
voice strengthened as she gained confidence.
"Why?" I asked.
"Cause you're like this god athlete or something." she said
angrily.
"No, I'm not. I wrestle. That's it." I said beginning to get
pissed.
"Why'd you come here anyway? Caroline says you could have gone
to any school." she was trying to change the subject again.
"My mom." I said looking out the window.
"Your mom?"
"Yeah."
"Come on your not leaving it there. I mean you could've gone
to some really good schools."
I sighed.
"I would have had to cut a lot of weight, because I'm so
short."
"What weight?" she said looking at me up and down.
"For wrestling, I would have had to drop weight divisions but
my doctor my senior year in high school said I was a very late bloomer
and was still gaining natural body weight. If I went to a big program,
I would have had to cut too much weight."
She nodded.
"I talked to the coach here, and he said he would let me
wrestle at the weight my doctor felt was best for me to stay
healthy. My mom kinda went ballistic when she heard what weight the
bigger programs wanted me to wrestle at."
"Kinda?" she asked.
"I think there was something in there about 'over my dead
body.'"
"So you settled for here?" she asked.
"No. I chose here. I get to do it my way." I replied maybe in
some ways still trying to convince myself.
"Why does the weight thing matter?" she asked me quietly.
"I'm really short for my weight class, and I'm not growing any
taller but I'm still gaining bulk. By my senior year, I should be up
another 24 pounds in natural growth."
She nodded for me to continue.
"I'm shorter already than just about anybody in my weight
division. I'm going to be moving up into divisions where I'm gonna be
the shortest in the country in that division. It's always a question
of who gets used to me being that short first. Me wrestling a guy with
reach and usually better leverage, or him wrestling someone awkwardly
smaller and with better balance."
"You seemed to do well enough." she said.
I looked at her.
"Been to a few home matches?" I asked.
"Caroline." she explained.
"Yeah, I do okay right now. But as I go up in weight if I keep
wrestling at a comfortable weight I've got to hope the competition
can't handle my size or else I find another sport. At least, I'm
naturally stronger than they are so that's another advantage."
"So are you gonna pose for me?" she asked suddenly.
"Why do you want me to pose?" I asked her seriously.
"Cause you're a lot different than what we get in our classes,
or when we put in ads." her voice was starting to drift dreamily, "I
mean how can I make this beautiful sculpture of a human body without a
beautiful body to work with."
"A beautiful body." I said raising my eyebrows.
"You know what I mean. David wasn't a slouch. Part of it is
that you capture this body so close to perfection and you freeze it in
that perfection for as long as the statue lasts."
I sat listening to her. I didn't really have anything in my
life except my mom that I could talk with the love she seemed to have
for her subject.
"I watched you wrestle in the first home tournament, and I
went to every one after."
I leaned back against the window.
"I took the school busses to the events," she said to me
pointedly, "I took rides. I mean you move great but every now and then
you would stand still and.."
She looked at me as if she was trying to reach something
inside me.
"You would stand on the mat not moving except for like a shake
here or there to loosen yourself but it wasn't a physical loosening it
was like you were trying to shake off doubt. I could feel my hands
molding the clay to capture the way the muscles on your neck looked
when you did that half- motion shake of your head."
"God, if I had you posing I could work in any stone. I
wouldn't be nervous about it. I'd just work, you know what I mean."
I nodded, I didn't really know what she meant but I didn't want
her to know that.
"You don't do you."
I shook my head.
She sighed.
"Would you just pose for me?"
"Nude?"
She blushed but nodded seriously.
"How about in my wrestling gear?" I asked trying to lighten
the mood.
She smiled at me but was still watching me closely.
I looked out the window.
"If you make something I can give my mom as a wedding present;
I'll pose for you anytime you want."
"Your mom is getting married?"
I nodded with an annoyed pucker on my lips.
"You're not happy."
I sat up uncomfortably.
"Nah! I'm just jealous."
She started laughing.
"You admit that?"
"Hell, yeah. I've had her all to myself for like 15 years. And
now she wants to get married and they're talking a new baby or maybe
an adoption. I'm happy for her because I'm not there but I'm still
jealous." I said it all really fast, and crossed my arms on my chest.
She laughed, and I joined her in the laughter eventually.
"When's the wedding?" she asked.
"The fourth week of August. I'll get home from my summer job
and be thrown into wedding preparations."
She smiled at me.
"I'll be giving away the bride." I said proudly.
The smiled warmed.
We watched the beginning of a lightning storm outside the
window.
She got closer to be able to look outside until she was
leaning over me. We watched as lightning bolts colored the sky from
time to time.
She turned all of a sudden and we were face to face. I watched
her knowing that I had promised not to do anything. She was very
pretty and miniature films started running through my head. I started
wondering if she would have to touch me to know exactly how the clay
would have to feel as she molded it.
I started to harden.
She didn't move, we just sat there looking at each other.
"How come they went unused?" she asked.
"What?" I asked trying to concentrate on words instead of
exactly how close to me her lips were at that moment.
"The condoms. How come they went unused? I mean your a big
fish in a little pond." as she said it she moved away so that she
wasn't leaning over me but she was still very close to me.
I shrugged.
"Come on. I told you why I stayed alone. The artsy-fartsy guys."
"Alright."
I was staring out the window again trying to figure out how to
put a lot of jumbled emotions into words.
"I didn't want just sex. My mom wasn't just my mom. She was
my best friend and a lot of time because of wrestling and school she
was my only friend. I was probably her only friend for a long time
too. I can't disappoint her after driving 500 miles to a wrestling
tournament or coming to school at even the slightest sign of
trouble. She would like me to have more than just sex, and somewhere
along there she taught me just sex wasn't enough; so now I want more."
I looked at her, she was studying me again.
"It alright for the physical act to be just sex, but that
doesn't mean it can't be with someone I care about. You know?"
"But then it wouldn't be just sex."
"Hmm, it's sex with someone you like, respect, and care
about."
"That's not just sex."
"Sure, it is."
"No, it's not."
"Why not?"
"Just sex, is you know, you don't care about them you want one
thing and if you get it, you're fine with that, and if they get
something good out of it that's a bonus."
"No, that's fucking."
"You rate them."
"Yeah, there's fucking, having sex, and making love. Fucking,
it's like you want a piece and if you never see them again, oh
well. Having sex is you want them to come back so you make damn sure
they have as much fun or more than you but to it's still a little
selfish, depending on the person you're with its either really selfish
or not so selfish."
I watched one crisp lightning bolt flash across the sky only
to reach up and hug another cloud.
"What about making love?" she asked.
"I don't know, but it's got to more than anything I've ever
done."
I watched a car pass us.
"Or at least I hope it's more."
We sat quietly for awhile; each in our own little worlds.
I noticed that she was shivering and rubbing her arms up and
down.
"Want a blanket?" I asked her.
"A blanket?"
"Hey, three bus trips so far. I know what the necessities are."
She smiled at me and nodded.
I stood up, turned around and reached for my backpack in the
overhead. I started to slip when I felt her hands on my thighs giving
me balance. I managed to retrieve it, but as I brought it down; I saw
her holding me by my thighs staring at my crotch. I started to
immediately embarrass myself. I put the backpack down on the seat and
sat down.
I looked at her. She was staring at me almost blankly. I
opened the backpack and got my blanket out. I stood again and felt her
hands on my legs, again to balance me. I didn't look down this time,
but I got harder than I already was. I took my time putting the
backpack back. I felt her hands squeeze my thighs and move upward. I
didn't really have an excuse to stay standing but I did it anyway. Her
hands started moving up and down my thighs, molding. Finally, she took
her hands away and started to wrap the blanket around herself. I sat
down at a loss for what to say.
We sat through a long spell of silence.
When I looked over at her, she was fast asleep. It didn't seem
like a bad idea so I positioned myself a little more comfortably,
tilted my head back and tried to sleep.
I woke up with her mostly on top of me. I was lying on both
the seats with my feet out in the aisle. She lying on her stomach on
top of me. The blanket covered us both.
She woke up about a minute after I did. It took her a little
longer to realize what we had managed to do in our sleep.
At least, I thought we had managed to do it, even though I
really couldn't figure out how we could have possibly ended up like
that.
She steepled her hands on my chest and just stared at me. I
was starting to get a little nervous, but at the same time, a part of
my body was waking up and liked her weight on it.
A whole hell of a lot.
I waited to see what she would do, but she just lay on top of
me staring at me. I got harder.
I felt her moving her hips on top of me. I just didn't know
what to say.
A different type of pressure made itself known.
I started to get u;, she got off me and sat down. I moved past
her and entered the bathroom.
It took a lot longer than it should have because I had to wait
for my hardon to go away.
I got done, walked outside and sat down by the window again.
I looked at my watch. We'd been on the bus for about ten
hours so we should be stopping soon again. I was still tired but
didn't want to fall asleep again. I wanted to at least try to get some
sleep through the night. If I still had 14 hours to go, I wanted to
be wide awake on the other side.
The bus started to slow down after awhile and I saw the rest
stop by the side of the highway.
"Where are you getting off?" she asked as she pushed the
blanket off of her and stood up in the aisle.
The bus started to pull into the rest stop.
I stood up and started to stretch out the kinks in my legs and
back.
"The last stop in Maine." I said.
She smiled to herself.
I wanted to ask why she was smiling but the bus stopped
suddenly and the driver said something about a 45 minute dinner break.
We filed out of the bus. I looked around and grimaced at the
choices. All fast food and all bad fast food places.
"Yeah, my thought exactly." she told me as she looked around,
"And I don't think there's anywhere to run for a sub, either."
"Maybe they have a salad bar." I said hopefully.
She looked at me out of the corner of her eye and smirked.
I nodded.
We started following the crowd inside the nearest place.
The people behind the counter wanted to deal with us quickly.
I found a few things I considered edible. She ordered some of the
same stuff.
We ate in silence.
"What are you going to Maine for?" she asked, "It's kinda
obvious you don't live there?"
"I got a job in a summer camp through my coach. The guy needed
some extra work done. It was free room and board. The coach arranged
for a cheap membership to a gym in town. It was the perfect summer job
for me."
She was smiling widely by now.
We finished eating and started talking about school and our
friends. I didn't really have any close friends so I talked about the
other guys on the team.
"How come you got that funny look on your face when I said
that Caroline was my roommate?" she asked innocently while playing
with a piece of lettuce.
"Nothing." I said barely able to contain a smile.
"Oh no." she exclaimed. "Come on, I told you I was your
groupie, following you around on tournaments. The least you can do is
tell me."
She pointed the lettuce threateningly so I decided it wouldn't
really hurt anything to tell her.
"Caroline wanted to hook us up." I said leaning back in the
chair making it very obvious I was waiting for her reaction.
She didn't give me one; she nodded and watched me right back.
I smiled; she smiled back.
We finished our meals in silence and got back on the bus.
We didn't talk while on the bus. She pulled a book out of her
backpack and I stared out the window. I had been through this part of
the country on my three bus rides to school, but I still thought it
was beautiful.
We sat without talking until the sun faded away.
There was another stop to pick up and drop off passengers.
I put on a thick sweatshirt, and spent the rest stop doing
what I could as a workout.
She sat on the step up to the station watching me.
It was just a much heavier version of my warmups before a
wrestling match. I didn't want to sweat too much. I tried to focus
mostly on stretching. After about twenty minutes, I grabbed a towel
out of my bag and went into the station bathroom to towel off and wash
myself using the sink.
We got back on the bus. She put her book away and seemed to
want to talk. I saw a few people turn on their personal lights, I
figured they wanted to read.
"Did you live in the wrestling house?" she asked me.
My eyes widened and I answered "Oh no, never that. I knew
better than that without being told."
"Yeah, I've been there. But it's better than the softball
house. I went to a party there. It's disgusting.", she wrinkled her
nose at the last part.
I nodded in agreement. I had been to a party at one of the
sports houses and decided against going to any other.
"You don't hang out with the rest of the jocks do you?"
I shook my head.
"You don't want to talk do you?"
"Not about this kinda stuff."
"Well, then what kinda stuff do you want to about?"
I thought about it for a minute.
"Fuck, I wish I knew."
"How about back to question and answer?"
"Only if you have to answer the same question, and vice versa?"
"Okay. You go first."
I thought about it and decided I might as well stick my hand
in the fire.
"Did you leave anybody behind when you went away to college?"
She shook her head, "And you?"
"Nope. Your turn." I sat up knowing it would eventually get
interesting. I
I was wrong it got interesting immediately.
"What's the one thing you wish you could have done, but didn't
get to do?" she asked.
"Sex!"
She slapped my arm.
"Let me think."
I started laughing at the first thing that entered my mind.
"What?"
"Alright, when I was a kid I saw this college movie. It was one
of the the first times I ever saw a naked woman, too."
She rolled her eyes.
"You asked."
She motioned for me to continue.
"Anyway, the first nude scene was when the people in the movie
were playing strip poker."
She looked like she wanted to laugh.
"So I wish I had played strip poker."
She looked at me and waited.
I tried to wait her out, but it wasn't going to happen.
I stood up and reached into the front pouch of my backpack. I
pulled out a deck of cards.
She took it out of my hands.
It was clearly marked with black marker labeling it "The
official Strip Poker deck."
She held it up and looked at me.
"It's marked." I admitted.
She giggled, "But everybody bets the same thing in strip
poker, it's winner take all there's no betting or bluffing. Knowing
what cards they have won't help."
"I didn't know that then." I hissed.
She laughed.
She opened the deck, pulled the cards out and started
shuffling them. She was studying me as she played the cards. I was
absorbed with her eyes, the cards, her hands manipulating the cards.
"Okay."
"Okay, what?" I said cautiously.
"Grades aren't official for another two days, right?" she
asked.
"Umm, yeah." I answered in extreme confusion.
"So our freshman year isn't over, right."
"Technically, no. It's not over until we get the official
credit."
"Okay, new game."
I tensed up expecting a big one.
"I fulfill one unlived freshman fantasy, and you help me
fulfill one of mine."
My heart stopped.
"What fantasy?"
"Oh no!" she shook the deck at me. "Trust. I trust you in the
card game and you trust me there. Fair trade."
"How far does the game go?" I said. I tried to shift my lower
body to remove the discomfort in my groin.
"Until there's a winner."
"And yours?"
"Until there's a winner."
I didn't know where it was going but I knew I wanted to be
along for the ride.
"Okay"
"Not poker though, too complicated and uncomfortable to play."
"You do realize we're on a bus." I said.
"We have a blanket." she calmly, "Plus I'm wearing a sports
bra, it'll just look like I'm getting comfortable at that point."
"You could be naked."
"So one of us needs the blanket and the other doesn't. What's
the big deal."
I nodded still wary. I stuck my head over the chairs to look
around, for the most part everyone seemed to be asleep. I turned off her
personal light and pointed mine towards the window. We would be
somewhat shadowed at least.
"Blackjack is going to have to be the game.", she informed me
in a professional. "But first we have to even the number of games each
person can lose."
I nodded.
"Okay, shorts is one."
I nodded.
"Panties for me, briefs or shorts for you." she looked at me.
"Tighty whiteys." I said.
She smiled and continued, "Bra, t-shirt."
"Okay, t-shirt for me and you get to keep one sock. One sock
for me and you get to keep the other sock. That makes it an even five
and at most we have to play nine games before one of is nekkid."
I nodded.
She started taking off her sneakers, so I removed mine.
She took off one sock. She extended her foot out to me and
wiggled her toes.
"You like?"
I assumed it was the color of her toenails she was talking
about; I nodded.
She settled back in, sitting yoga style facing me. She moved
in tight to me so that no part of her really showed down the aisle.
She shuffled the deck into four piles between us, every now
and then looking at a card.
She shuffled the two piles together and then the other two,
finally combining the two left.
"We'll shuffle after every deal, okay?"
I shrugged, "Hmm, who's the house?"
She stopped shuffling.
"We can either switch or call draws even and redeal."
"Switch." I said, "Make this go faster. You can deal though."
She smiled again.
She dealt out the cards.
I had a five and a 2.
"Hmmm, is five cards automatically victory for me."
"Of course."
I asked for another card.
An ace.
I thought about that 18 but didn't know if I wanted to win the
first hand. I shrugged and asked for another card.
A three.
"21" I said. I smiled comically at her.
She took two more cards and grimaced.
She put the cards between us, leaned back to make sure noone
was coming and shimmied out of her shorts.
I almost swallowed my tongue.
She was wearing white bikini panties. She threw the shorts in
the corner by me and reached around and covered herself with my
blanket.
"Your turn to be the house." she told me as she shuffled the
cards calmly and dealt the hand.
I took my cards.
A queen and a 5.
I didn't really know much about strategy, but a fifteen didn't
seem like the best thing to stay at. I took a card.
9.
She smiled at me and took the cards from my hands.
"Hey, isn't the person who isn't the house supposed to take
first?" I asked.
She shrugged and waved at my shirt.
I took off a sock and put it on top of her pants.
She smiled at me.
She dealt, it was a close hand but I lost again.
She leaned back and made as if to enjoy the show.
I took of the other sock.
"Coward.", she said.
I shrugged.
She lost the next two hands. The first one she only removed
her sock but the next loss was by default interesting.
She looked down the aisle again before she removed anything
else. She quickly removed the t-shirt and dropped it on the pile of
clothes we were beginning to accumulate.
She was nice. Not nice in that "she's a very nice girl with
a great personality" but in that "very nice" way.
She wrapped the blanket higher up. She did it in a way that
covered her back so you couldn't see she was undressed from behind,
but I could see her exact state of undress.
I lost the next hand. I took of my shorts, figuring she might
want to share the blanket. She pulled it away from me. She shook her
head.
"Come on."
"No, they have to be looking to see you like that. I'm right
next to the aisle."
I reached up and turned off the personal light, we were washed
in darkness. We could still with help from the small lights that ran
along the floor and roof of the bus.
I lost the next hand too.
I took the t-shirt off, trying to be nonchalant.
I thought I heard an intake of breath.
I relaxed my body for a moment, and started a yawn and an
ungodly stretch. I could feel her eyes on me.
Physically feel her attention on different parts of my body.
I started to get hard and stopped my stretch. I sat up hoping
to hide the fact that I was getting more and more turned on by what we
were doing.
We played out another hand and I won this time.
I had to remind myself to breathe.
She never broke eye contact: just dropped the blanket for a
moment reached behind herself, undid the bra clasp, dropped the cups
from her breasts, ran the straps down her arms and tossed the bra on
the rest of the clothes.
It crossed my mind while staring at her breasts that with the
next hand one of us would definitely be naked.
Her breasts were pretty. Like the rest of her, soft just a
touch lighter skinned than the rest of her. She took one deep breath,
and I forgot to. I looked up to see her watching me. I tried to
maintain eye contact, but couldn't, I just wanted to sit there and
stare at her for a good portion of time.
"Last hand." she said.
She leaned back into the aisle again, it pushed her breasts up
and flattened them some. She sat back to her original position. I
managed to get harder.
She dealt the cards much slower than any other time.
I looked at the first card.
An ace.
I closed my eyes and started praying.
No such luck, a deuce.
She grimaced at her cards. They were in the way of my view, so
I grimaced at them too.
I took a hit.
A 4.
I wondered about sitting on a seventeen. This is probably why
I don't play cards very well. I took another hit. I don't know why I
just took another hit.
Another 4.
I was at eleven with four cards in hand. I smiled so deeply. I
asked for another card and her eyes opened wide.
A 7, but I had five cards without going over 21.
She dealt herself a hand and looked at me. I was caught
between making the fact that I was staring be nonchalant or not even
making believe and just staring at her unashamed.
She collected the cards into a pile and reached over to shove
them under the pile of clothes beside me. She looked at the pile and
shook her head. She picked the pile up and put it on the floor of the
bus between us.
She leaned back again to look down the aisle; my eyes were
doing a good imitation of being glued to her exposed skin. She sat
back up looked at me, smiled and turned so that she was sitting
properly in the seat. She leaned back, raising her hips of the seat so
that her body was almost at a 45 degree angle from the floor. She put
her thumbs under her panties at the hips and pushed them down just
below her crotch. I was staring at her pubic mound, then she dropped
her hips on the chair, sat up and pulled her panties the rest of the
way off.
She leaned to her side, lifting one butt cheek off the seat; I
was trying to decide what part of her naked body I wanted to look at.
She had a feminine butt. I don't think I had really met anyone
so utterly feminine in just about every part of her body.
She put her feet up on the seat and turned to face me. I was
fighting to keep eye contact above the neck. I flicked my eyes down; I
instantly regretted turning the light off. I wanted to reach up and
hit the on switch but held myself back. The light coming in from the
window was just adequate enough to make her body out in shadow.
She sat somewhere in between light and dark waiting for me. I
wanted to do so many things, but sat back.
"Your turn." I said.
She nodded.
"Turn around." she said.
I looked at her quizzically.
"Sit like me, and then turn your back to me."
I brought my legs up, crossed them on the seat and turned
around. I heard her move toward me. I could feel her close to me. I
couldn't see what she was doing. I tried to turn my head to look but
her hand was there to block the motion and to carefully turn my head
back.
I could feel she was doing something behind me. I saw her
right leg come over to rest just outside mine and dangle off the
seat. She had done it to be a be able to get closer. I reached down
and pulled my briefs off my hard dick to relieve some of the
pressure. It didn't help much.
She put her hands flat on my back. I took a hard breath.
She started to run her palms up and down my back. Then on the
my sides down to my briefs. She ran her hands down to my butt and just
touched me with her fingertips; ran those touches up my back.
She started to touch a portion of my back with her fingerpads
and holding the contact as if she were trying to memorize the feel of
the skin. I tried to stay focused on anything that caught my eyes
past the window of the bus. I could feel the effort she was putting
into concentrating.
I sat slowly gaining a measure of control. The curiousity
inherent in the situation was building.
How far would she take this?
How far did I want this to go?
"Turn around." I heard her say after some more time had
passed. I did.
"Lie down, the way you were when we fell asleep."
I lay down, she got her feet under her and crouched on the
seats as I changed positions. When I was on my back, she crossed one
foot over my thigh and sat down on my leg. I could feel every nerve
ending on that leg. She didn't quite put any weight on the leg, she
just used it to center herself. She reached for the blanket and placed
it around her hips so that it covered me from the mid-thigh down and
her lower body from the view of anyone trying to get into the
bathroom. She left it so that I could see what little the light
allowed me to.
She started the same treatment that she had done on my back to
the front of my torso. First, a brisk touching as if letting her
hands become familiar, then that slow inch by inch learning of my skin
by her fingerpads. She was concentrating so hard that I didn't have
to worry about not staring. I watched as her breasts changed shaped
when she leaned forward and then pulled back to run her hands on my
abdomen. I studied the minute changes in the shadows of her breasts
as we drove through different lightning, and as moment to moment her
fingertips changed position on my body and changed her body position
minutely.
She got done with my upper body. I was harder than I have ever
been in my life. I could feel the residue of her touch on my skin. She
turned around slowly, crossing one leg over my body, and spinning
slowly around, and crossing a leg over again. She lifted the blanket
up and wrapped it around herself so that it also covered her
breasts. Again, she managed it in a way that left most of what was
facing me uncovered. Her back was covered but I could see her
ass. She backed up until she was sitting just above my crotch.
She started at the very edge where my briefs ended and my
thighs were open to her touch. She put both hands on one thigh, and
ran them down my leg touching what she could. I was caught as she had
to bend forward as she reached lower and lower on my body. I wanted to
reach up and feel her skin but she was in the middle of something I
didn't really understand. She was becoming more and more absorbed by
her own actions and I waited to see where it would take us.
She started that minute study of my legs. A long gentle caress
learning every part of my lower body. She had to stay on her knees
,bent forward. I could see her pussy by the dim light. I could smell
her arousal heightening. She continued, learning my body inch by
inch. She leaned farther down until she was rubbing my erection with
her stomach. I fought to keep myself under control. She was taking
herself to the edge, I just had to be patient.
After a tortuous time, she sat up on my abdomen. I brought my
hands down to her hips. I just held them there. She started to run her
nails on my thighs, up to the edge of my briefs and back down.
She leaned forward, crossed a leg over my torso, turned
around, crossed a leg over me again and sat with my thighs between her
knees.
She started to run her fingers on my stomach. I looked down to
see my dick stretching the front of my briefs. She looked down with me
and then looked back at me.
We stared at each other for moments I couldn't count.
"You know the card games?" she said. She ran a hand from my
chest down to the waist of my briefs, held it there for a second,
before bringing her other hand to pull the waistband off my skin, and
reaching with her hand inside grasping me by the base and freeing me.
I couldn't talk so I nodded. She ran her her up my length, and
slowly rubbed her palm on the tip. She ran her hand down my length
again. She released me and started to play with the hair on my
balls. I groaned.
"The cards are marked, Elvis."
I looked up at her, as she leaned forward and pushed my briefs
down my legs. She sat up again and reaching behind her took them
completely off. She took a firm grip on my dick again, slowly stroking
me up and down; not enough to do much more than hold me at a fine edge
of excitement.
"For the longest time, the only way I could get my dad's
attention was to play cards with him."
She moved forward so that her pussy was just beneath my balls.
She kept stroking me; every now and then running her palm just on the
tip or running a finger along the underside of the head.
"I became very good, Elvis."
She tossed her head, it was a move made to capture my
attention. I looked up at her and she held my eyes.
"Good enough to cheat."
I stared at her. Her hand stopped moving on me. She laid my
dick down on my stomach and started to run her fingerpads on the
underside of it.
"I lost on purpose."
"Why?" I asked as her hand surrounded me again. Her other hand
cupped my ball sac gently and started rubbing it even more gently.
"I wanted to touch you. If I let you win, you'd have me naked
so you'd let me do anything I wanted."
I nodded.
I would've let her do anything she wanted anyway.
"Where are those condoms?" she asked as she concentrated on
using her thumb on my dickhead.
"In my backpack."
"Good! Sit up."
She got off me. Wrapping the blanket carefully around
herself, she stood up and pulled my backpack from the overhead
rack. She dropped it on the seat at her feet. I sat up straight on the
seat by the window.
She dropped down into my lap, straddling me. Her hand came down
between us and she took a firm grip on my dick again.
"Get one."
I opened my backpack. It was probably an uncomfortable thing,
with her in my lap keeping me hard by stroking slowly. I got into it
though and pulled out one of the boxes. I ripped the box open and
separated one condom from the rest. I held it up to her.
"Open it."
I ripped it open, and pulled the condom out.
She took it out of my hand and reached between us. I felt the
cold lubricated latex as she placed it on the tip of my dick. She
used her thumb and finger to roll it slowly on me as her other hand
held me in position by the base. She rolled it efficiently down my
length and took her other hand away to roll it completely on me. I was
standing on the cliff looking down.
She reached to bring my chin up. She got up on her knees and
placed me at the entrance of her pussy. She reached down to share a
kiss with me as she sank herself onto me.
Her tongue plunged into my mouth. We fought for control over
the kiss until we settled into just enjoy the taste of the other
person.
She started wriggling on top of me, trying to seat me
completely inside her. Our position was not getting the most out of
our bodies. She kept wriggling trying to kiss me, and take me inside
her at the same time. I planted my feet on the ground, and reached
with one hand behind me to grab onto the chair, the other I used to
wrap around her and pull her toward me by the small of her back. I
surged up off the chair, and completely inside her. She gasped and bit
my lip as she felt me completely inside her for the first time.
I used the leverage that I got from my feet on the ground, and
my hand on the seat to pump in and out of her in that position. It
took some strength and balance, but my hand at the small of her back
left her to enjoy the motion. I pumped into her at first
slowly. Dropping my hips, holding her against my body with my hand and
then pumping my dick into her. She was trying to stop herself from
screaming her pleasure. She used my mouth to muffle every moan of
pleasure that I was causing as my hips dropped and pumped my dick into
her pussy.
I felt her nails dig into my shoulder so I sped up. Neck
drills. Pumping my hips with short efficient strokes driving her
relentlessly toward orgasm. I could feel myself get closer also but
not like her, her nails dug into me as I used years of training to
lift her weight effortlessly with my hips. I dropped faster and
pushed my dick into her harder than before. I dropped the speed down
but pumped harder. I dropped my hips and moved powerfully inside
her. I dropped again and tried to push through her. She started trying
to move but couldn't get any leverage.
She kissed me, then bit into my lower lip painfully. I dropped
my hips and surged upwards as hard as I could. She bounced; the upward
surge had worked to toss her up my length and gravity brought her down
impaling her weight on me. She came harder than any woman I've ever
been with. She reached down and bit into my shoulder to keep herself
from screaming. The pain stopped me from coming with her as my body
tried to cope with the pain and the pleasure of the moment. I stopped
moving but she started wriggling her hips. I lifted my hips off the
seat to allow her the deepest penetration. She kept wriggling on the
way down from the orgasm and continued on the way up to another. She
didn't weigh enough to strain me, I'd been doing wrestling drills with
men heavier than her since I was 10 so I let her use my dick and the
friction on her clit from contact with my body to send her toppling
over the edge again.
She settled down on me. I dropped my hips to the seat but I
was painfully aware that I needed to cum. She rested her forehead on
mine, trying to take deep breaths. We heard someone approaching down
the aisle; she looked up panicked and reached for the blanket. She
wrapped it around us and tried to look like we were only making out. I
started laughing after the person entered the bathroom she started
laughing also.
"That was scary." she whispered to me.
I lifted my hips and dropped them down. She leaned her head
back before slapping my shoulder.
"Stop that!"
"Jess. I NEED to cum, like now." I whispered heatedly.
"Oh poor baby." She said taking a slow stroke up my dick and
even slower coming down.
I didn't take the tease very well.
I looked at her, she moved up my dick again slowly removing
herself from it. At the apex, I pumped up as hard as I dared without
hurting her. She groaned.
"Don't do that." she exclaimed as I lowered us back onto the
seat.
I did it again, lifted my hips, dropped and up as hard as I
could.
"I'm trying, Elvis." she said between breaths, "Haven't you
ever heard of patience." She moved up my length again and seated
herself down firmly.
She stayed still as the person came out of the bathroom. She
started giggling when it was obvious the person was curious about what
we were doing.
I didn't find the pressure in my groin amusing.
The person walked away and she lifted herself off and slowly
repenetrated herself on me.
"Are you going to continue just that?" I asked my voice
strained.
"Yes. Don't move."
I tried not to.
She continued a slow steady pace of taking me almost
completely out of her and dropping back down into my lap.
Anytime that I tried to pump upwards, she would seat herself
completely on me and hold on so that I didn't get any movement inside
her. I knew that I could defeat the purpose if I pumped hard enough
but she just looked at me daring me to do this her way.
It was a slow tortuous climb with every step toward the cliff
being so slow that every part of my body wanted to be a part of the
release.
One last time, she moved up my length and screwed herself
tortuously back on me.
I flipped.
I put my hand on the small of her back and surged up on my
feet. She squealed in surprise as I turned us around and laid her
down on the seats. I barely kept myself inside her during the entire
motion. When her back hit the seat she surged up with her hips taking
me completely inside her. I had one foot on the floor, and one knee
on the seat with my dick buried inside her.
I leaned forward a little and she started to circle her hips
on me.
I pumped in and out of her with force and speed.
I had had enough of the slow movement.
I pulled out and pumped back in when I was barely half out of
her.
I pulled back again more completely and pushed my hips toward
her with more authority. I felt the beginning of another orgasm for
heras she pushed her hips of the seat and tried to push through me.
I took it as permission to let go.
I started pumping in and out of her almost uncontrollably,
until the pressure started at the base of my ball sac and pushed
through me climbing on the edge of discomfort.
I pulled back one last time, and pumped into her trying to
hold back from vocalizing the release that was exploding out of my
dick. Her orgasm must have been quick because she started circling her
hips on me and squeezing my dick with her muscles milking my orgasm. I
leaned down and she accepted my lips on her and the explosion of sound
out of my mouth into her as I lost my battle to hold it all inside. I
ground my hips into her as she wrapped her arms around me and took
everything I had to give.
We lay like that for a few minutes. I could feel her running
her hands on my back and sides. I straightened up and pulled out of
her. I took the condom off and looked for a place to put it. She
laughed as I started looking around lost for what to do. She reached
beneath her and pulled the wrapper out.
"For now, until one of us get dressed."
"I don't wanna get dressed." I said with a touch of petulance
sneaking into my voice.
"What? Are you planning to do that again?"
I nodded.
"Down boy! This is a little too uncomfortable for me right
now."
"Are you okay?" I asked worried.
"Yeah, I just haven't done anything like that in a while." she
said. She looked at me for a second before adding, "Or at all."
I smiled at that.
She tried to sit up so I moved out of her way. She reached for
the pile of clothes and started to nonchalantly separate it all.
I still didn't want to get dressed, but figured it was for the
best. As soon as I was decent, briefs and shorts, I entered the
bathroom to dump the condom and wrapper. I stayed there for a few
minutes thinking about the whole situation. I'd had a few sexual
experiences in high school. It was almost impossible for a star
athlete not to, but nothing had ever come close to this.
I got out of the bathroom to find her dressed and sitting on
the window side staring out. I sat down wanting to say something but
figured maybe silence was for the best. She got up to go to the
bathroom.
She came out and we sat staring out the window until the next
stop. We got out and had some food still in that silence. I knew she
was thinking about something, probably us.
I hoped us.
I let her think.
We got back in the bus. She let me take the window seat. I
stared out the window until I felt her lean against me and fall
asleep.
Much later on, I fell asleep too.
We didn't wake up until my stop. She smiled at me softly, as I
pulled my backpack down. She pulled hers down also and followed me out
of the bus.
Outside I waited around the luggage and finally had to reach
inside to get mine. I turned around to see her standing by hers.
I walked over noting the location of the cab stand. The owner
of the camp said he would be at the camp all day and if I couldn't
find him the keys would be in the mailbox of the cabin I was supposed
to be staying in.
I started wondering if this was goodbye.
She watched me as I approached her.
I stood in front of her waiting. I noticed a car pull up
behind her and a woman that looked like an older version of Jessica
looking at us from inside the car.
I looked at her, and at Jessica. Jessica turned around and
waved at the woman. The woman waved back.
"I thought your parents weren't going to pick you up." I asked.
"Well, I sorta fibbed about a few things."
I took a surprised step back.
"About what?" I asked.
"Well, I never painted my dorm room." she said smiling at me.
I nodded slowly.
"And Caroline did hook us up, she just didn't tell you I had
asked how you were getting to the camp. Man! Did I love the bus idea."
She picked up her bags and started walking to the car. I took
them out of her hand and walked with her to the car.
"I mean as soon as I heard about you, and that bus. Let me tell
you, the fantasies held me until I got on it."
I was a lot lost at this point.
The trunk was open so she pointed towards it. I put the bags
inside.
The woman came out of the car and wrapped Jessica in a warm hug.
Jessica hugged back. The woman let go and started staring at me.
"Mom, this is Elvis." Jessica said. "He's working in Daddy's
camp, ALL summer."
There was a knowing smile on the woman's lips when she extended
her hand out.
I was still confused but shook it.
"I've heard a lot about you, Elvis." she said obviously holding
back laughter. They shared a look that was as mysterious as everything
I'd had to do with Jessica so far.
The woman waved at me and got back in the car.
Jessica walked over to the passenger door and held it open.
She looked at me for a moment.
"Don't forget you promised to pose for me."
I nodded.
She reached up to stroke my chest, down my abdomen, and cup my
groin.
"I've got a whole year's worth of fantasies about you Elvis."
I smiled.
"I plan to live them all out this summer." She stood on
tiptoes to give me a gentle peck on the lips before she got into the
car.
I stood there as they drove away feeling much, much better
about the upcoming summer days.
And nights.
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