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	I didn't like the way the final version of this ended, so I changed
the beginning to at least hint at what's going on in the background of 
Jessica's mind. 
	

			The Bus Story
			    by 
				El Sol
	I had managed to get a job at a summer camp in Maine. I had to
start right  away because  the  owner needed extra  work  done on  the
place. It killed any  shot at an actual  summer vacation, but I needed
the money especially if I wanted to live off-campus the next semester.
 	One of the  few good things about the  situation  was that the
camp was in the middle of nowhere so I  would have nothing to spend my
money on.
	I sat on the bus, watching the crowd of people boarding. I had
gotten  there early and  managed  to get  the  seats farthest from the
driver.  The  bathroom was  right next  to me  which 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 nastier  habits of  people  were  too much.   I  even had my
backpack  in the chair next  to me hoping  that it would prevent other
people from sitting next to me.
	The traffic  to the bus died  quickly, and  the bus driver got
in.  I thought I might have gotten lucky. 
	It wasn't to be.
	Sporadic traffic from    the   terminal to  the   bus  started
again. The bus driver  started to get in  and out of the  bus as if he
wanted to get moving. I was starting to hope we would get moving too. 
	A mass of people  came out of the  station and started heading
toward my bus. 
	I started counting heads.
	Shit, a good chance of  having a partner. 
	She broke from the pack suddenly. 
	It was a girl/woman about my  age, long hair streaming back as
she ran  for the bus obviously  trying to get  some kind  of choice in
seating.  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 that cookie  cutter way that  women our age
can be. At the time, I could think of only two things a) female, which
is always the preferred choice in an extensive trip if you HAVE to sit
next to   someone b) she didn't   look like she  would acquire  a ripe
stench after a few hours in the bus or even more than a few. 
	She looked at me. A  brief flash of recognition passed between
us; I figured I must  have seen her on  campus a few times, before her
face settled into  a comical  exasperation  at my having  gotten there
first.  I took my backpack  off 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 thaving to stick to  it out of  pride. I pointed to a
gentleman in the same aisle she was in.
	I had  noticed him enter the bus.  I couldn't  see him, but it
didn't take  mathematical genius to know  he was  taking up more space
than offered by his seat.
	She looked at him and walked quickly to my seats. She took off
her bookbag, and threw  it into the  overhead rack.   I smiled as  she
plopped down.
	"Don't think    I'm  gonna forgive  you  taking   my seat that
easily.", she said.   I could hear a hint  of 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 looked at me strangely for a second before returning to to
counting the people getting on the bus. She was was  wearing a pair of
jean shorts with a school sweatshirt.
	"I think we might get lucky." I said.
	"How?" she asked, looking at me briefly. 
	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
about talking.  I already counted and there's just enough to leave the
backrows empty."
	"Good!" she said with some passion.
	I looked at her for a second.
	"First time on a bus?" I asked. 
	She nodded. 
	"You're not suppossed to be on this bus?" I asked her. 
	"No." she said  guiltily. "My parents sent  me a plane  ticket
but they couldn't come get me. I'm suppossed to take a  cab home, so I
returned the ticket for the cash."
	"And  pocketed the difference between  the   bus fare and  the
plane fare?" I finished for her.
	She started to nod but changed her mind.
	She  leaned against the  bathroom  cubicle's wall, and crossed
her legs on the seat.  She was watching our busmates intently watching
for anyone crossing into our designated territory.
	The bus  stopped filling up. The  closest anyone had gotten to
us was two rows in front of us. There seemed to  be a lot of people on
the bus that wanted to sit in groups. 
	"You can stay back here." I said. 
	She looked at me, confused.
	"I'm harmless, I swear." 
	She rolled her eyes. I smiled at her.
	"You can sit back here for now. If you move up now and someone
notices you, they might come  back and sit down  with you.  Then you'd
have to  deal with someone  hitting on  you for however  long your bus
rides are."
	"And you won't?" she said smiling.
	I tilted my head to one side. 
	"I'll make you deal." I said half.  "But only because I really
don't want to HAVE to hear somebody hit on you for  the rest of my bus
ride."
	"The jealous type?" She said arching her eyebrows.
	I hesitated at   the    playful tone in her    voice,   before
continuing.
	"You protect me from having to give this seat to someone else,
and I won't hit on you."
	"Someone else?"
	"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 had much luck in that department my freshman year, so 
why ruin a perfect record anyway.
	I settled  back as the bus  driver started the  bus. We pulled
out of  the station.  Most of the  stress  from finals and  moving out
that I had been ignoring 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 were barely able  to focus.  I  had stayed up the entire
night trying to make sure I didn't miss the  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 let  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 its owner's head in.
	We    had both fallen asleep.  In   our sleep,  our bodies had
apparently come to an accomodation.
	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.  
	"Excuuse me." the voice came again, louder and more insistent. 
	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. I had nowhere to put it but around her.  She latched onto it, not
knowing why the hell this  woman was almost yelling  at us, but hoping
for some kind of support.
	The woman opened the bathroom door,  staring at us angrily. We
made eye-contact and I absorbed the  challenge in her eyes. She huffed
and entered the bathroom. The girl turned and moved away from me.  She
was looking  at  me  with her  eyes  wide.  I   started laughing;  she
immediately broke into laughter with me.
	"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
careful attention  to her motions.  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 smiling 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 "When did you fall asleep?"
	"About 30 seconds after you did." she replied giggling.
	"Hey, we'll get to use a good bathroom." 
	She nodded in appreciation. 
	"Can we eat there or do we have to bring it back?" she asked.
	"We eat there. We'll probably get like a half hour, especially
if it's a pick-up spot. They'll have to unload baggage and take on new
passengers."
	"But someone could take our seats." she protested.
	I pointed at the overhead rack saying "We put  the bags on the
seats making obvious someone is sitting here."
	She nodded.
	"My name's Elvis by the way." I said.
	She looked at me strangely. I was getting used to how openly
expressive her face was.  
	"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 on  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.
	I walked outside to see Jessica shuffling from one foot to the
other occasionally bending down to see where  her bags were. 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 broke down into laughter. 
	Her mouth  opened into a  wide  O, 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 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 dinjy. 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 started trying to get out faster  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 smugness lacing her voice.
	"I was cursing our little bargain where I can't hit on you." I
said.
	The smug smile dropped off her face in surprise.
	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. 
	I spotted a deli  sign on the corner  of the block across  the
street from us. 
	"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.  Jessica noticed the customer and 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, 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  me and  started
watching.
	"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  and he didn't take any
luggage off the bus. I think he's  in for the  long haul and I saw 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.  
	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. 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 then her steps chasing 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, trying 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. She started to clean herself off.
	"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 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 arteasete, 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." I replied blushing.
	"What?" she said looking at me with intense curiousity.
	"It was my mom. I swear." I said blushing even more. 
	"What does your mom have to do with  six unused 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 worth a 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 over."  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 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
roomie.  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's 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 roomie 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
talk to her  daddy about sports  and watches sports,  and loves sports
etc, etc."
	I nodded curiously.
	"She's on the softball team, and  she absolutely has to attend
any AND every sporting event for the school  that's on campus and root
HER team on."
	"Caroline" I said. 
	She nodded surprised. 
	"You're  Caroline's roommate."   I said  a  lot of some 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 curiously, wondering where she was going with
it.
	"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  confused  at the sudden   change in
subject.
 
	"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 at her attitude about me. 
	"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'm  a very late bloomer
and was still gaining natural body weight. If I went to a big program,
I would have had to cut an unhealthy amount of weight."
	She nodded.
	"My mom  and  I talked to  the   coach.  He  agreed  to let me
wrestle at the weight my doctor felt was healthiest. My mom kinda went
ballistic when she heard what weight the  bigger programs wanted me to
wrestle at so this became our only option."
	"Kinda?" she asked.
	"I think there was  something  in there  about 'over  my  dead
body.'"  
	"So you settled for here?" she asked.
	"No. We chose here. I get to do it my way." I replied maybe in
still trying to convince myself.
	"Why does the weight thing matter?" she asked me quietly.
	"I'm  really short  for my  weight class.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  guy 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 and with much 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  will have to  find another sport.  At
least,  I'm usually    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 about with the love she seemed to
have for her art.
	"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  this
little shake  you do  to  loosen yourself.  But  it's not  a  physical
loosening  it was  like you  were trying to  bounce doubt  off you.  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.
	"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 'cause 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. We  were face to face. I  watched
her knowing that I had  promised  not to  do  anything.  She was  very
pretty.  Film  clips   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 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 guess because of my mom.  She was my best  friend. A lot of
the time because  I was so  obsessed with wrestling,  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 with a  woman than the  physical stuff, and somewhere
along there she taught me just sex wasn't enough."
	I looked at her, she was studying me again.
	"It's  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 good for them."
	"No, that's fucking." 
	"What?"
	"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  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.  I felt her  hands on my thighs catch me
and aid in my 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, 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 top of me.
	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 up; 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. I  still had 14 hours to  go, and I wanted to
be wide awake on the other side.
	The bus started to slow down after awhile. 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. 
	The bus  stopped 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.
	We started following the crowd inside the nearest place. 
	The people behind the counter  dealt 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 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 talk 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 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 fantaasy,  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 out  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 us 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 modded.
	She settled  back in, sitting yoga style  facing me. She moved
in tight 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 new piles.
	"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 suppossed 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 pouted 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." I said.
	"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 see 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.  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  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 enough.
	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 quietly; 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 off the edge, I just had to be patient.
	After a tortorous 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 figerpad 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 layed 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  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  me 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 and 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 of  my dick. 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 down 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 thanked two  things in my head.  First, that I was  athletic
enough to do what  was coming. Secondly, that for  some reason a woman
on top very rarely put me over the edge.
	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 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 powerfully. I lifted my hips
of 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 on 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 but waited. 
	I looked  at  her calmly, 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'm trying, Elvis."   she said between  breaths, "Haven't you
ever  heard of  patience." She moved  up my   length again and  seated
herself down firmer than the last stroke.
	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. 
	"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 tortorous climb with every step toward the cliff
being so slow that almost every part of my body wanted to be a part of
the release.
	One last  time, she moved  up my  length and  screwed  herself
tortourously 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 layed  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 as she
pushed her hips of the seat and tried to push through me.
	I took 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 on the edge of discomfort.
	I  pulled back one last time,   and pumped into  her trying to
hold  back from volcalizing  the release that  was exploding out of my
dick. Her orgasm was must have been quick because she started circling
her hips on  me  and squeezing my dick   with her muscles  milking  my
orgasm for all it was  worth. I leaned down  and she accept 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. 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 al little petulance in 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 and continued "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 hand 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 as a star athlete
not to, but nothing had ever come close to this.
	I got  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.
	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 about 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.
	Finally, I feel asleep also. 
	
	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 there all day  and if I couldn't find him
the  keys would be in  the mailbox of the  cabin I was suppossed 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.
	"And Caroline  did hook us up, she  just didn't tell you I had
asked how you were getting to the camp. Boy, did I love the bus idea."
	She picked up her bag and started walking to the car. I took 
it 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 bag
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 carefully.
	"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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