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Date: Fri, 08 Dec 2006 20:10:04 -0500
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Strangers on a Train (M/F)

by Leowulf

In which a college student does more than homework during his commute.

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Strangers on a Train

One of the best things about living near Washington, DC, is the 
metrorail system.  It's cleaner than some cities' and with the paranoid 
Homeland Security presence in our nation's capital, it's very safe.  
Best of all, it's cheap; for a price that even students can afford, I 
can ride from my home in Rockville, MD, out in the suburbs, through DC 
and to University of Maryland, my future Alma Mater.  

The rail station is less than half a mile from the physics department, 
which is convenient because that's my current major.  That the trip 
lasts over an hour is a good thing; it means I can sit still and get my 
studying done.  That means I arrive at school studied-up and ready for 
tests, and on the way home, I get most of my homework done before the 
ride's done.

At least that's how it's supposed to work.  Lately I haven't been 
interested in homework on the ride home.  Instead my mind's been on this 
girl.  She's a student at George Mason.  No great deductive reasoning 
here; she gets on at the Metro Center stop with her George Mason 
backpack, and only we students carry half a library with us on the 
subway.

I've only noticed her riding with me for the past week, but I think I'm 
already falling in love with her.  She has a really pretty smile.  Ok, 
she's also got a hot body, with small-but-perky tits and great legs; but 
if she's not friendly that hot body just wouldn't matter.  Every day 
since I saw her, the first half of my ride has just been waiting for 
that smile.

After over a week of waiting - and such deep stimulating conversation as 
"Hi"-"Evenin', how's it going"-"Fine" - and a week of watching her 
beautiful hair fall across her face as she reads, I began to notice that 
the ride home after my late-session physics class was becoming the least 
productive part of my week.  I knew I'd have to do something, anything, 
just to get it out of my system so I could go back to doing homework 
instead of pining for her from afar.

So after our customary hellos, I went over to stand next to my pretty 
coed.  "What are you reading?"  Not the most classic pick-up line, but 
she's been reading this for the past week, I really was curious."

"Albert Camus, for my philosophy class."  She smiled up at me.  Much 
better than either the polite "I'm not interested" or the more direct 
"get lost" I'd received from that line before.  Her smile was an 
invitation, or an acceptance of my invitation to have a friend.  
Emboldened, I decided to try a more direct tactic.

"Doing homework on the subway; that's very responsible of you.  I also 
should be doing homework, but I'd much rather have fun instead.  Want to 
be irresponsible together?"

"I don't even know your name."  But again with that smile, she wasn't 
put off by my directness.  In fact, she seemed to want more of me.

"I'm William," I put out my hand.  "And with whom do I have the honor of 
being irresponsible?"

"Monique," she shook hands with me and moved over so I could sit next to 
her.  "And with your command of the language, should I assume you are an 
English major?"

"As a matter of fact, no; Physics.  But my physics teacher says that 
without a language with which to communicate them, scientific principles 
would never benefit society."

"Benefitting society; how lofty.  I'm a business major."  The perfect 
smile and the twinkle in her warm, brown eyes made that comment amusing; 
I almost wanted to change my major again.

"Red Line to Shady Grove!" the announcer said.  "Next stop, Woodley 
Park-Zoo."  I looked around to find me and Monique alone in the car.  
This wasn't too unusual; it was 10:50 pm, not the prime commuting hour.  
But I smiled to see the empty car; it was an invitation not to do 
homework.

"But enough about school."  I gently took the book from her hands and 
closed it.  "We're here to be irresponsible."  I put the book down next 
to her and left my hand on her knee.  "And we have the place to 
ourselves."

She grinned wryly up at me.  "How much trouble do you think we could get 
into in the half hour before my stop?"

"Are you kidding?  We're college kids!"  I let my hand slide up from her 
knee to her thigh.  She was wearing fishnet tights under a minidress.  
The outfit, like most I'd seen Monique in, left just little enough to 
the imagination that my imagination had been in overdrive whenever I 
wasn't with her.  "Getting into trouble is like our civic duty!"

"So if I understand you correctly," She began, mischief twinkling in her 
eyes.  "As college kids, being irresponsible is our responsibility!"  
She placed one hand over mine, the warmth of her stocking-clad leg and 
that of her palm felt good to my hand.

"Red line to Shady Grove!"  The announcer chimed in, interrupting our 
deep, intellectual conversation.  "Next stop Cleveland Park."  An 
elderly couple had stepped into the car, sitting at the other end from 
us.  Still, not being alone was enough to break the mood.  

Or was it?  Monique left her hand on mine, and let her own hand wander 
into my lap.  With the rows of seats, only we two could see what it was 
doing.  "So William," she said, with a mischievous glance at our 
unwitting audience.  "What would you say is the extent of our 
responsibility as students?  How far should we go?"

"How far should we go?"  Catching onto her game, I slid my other hand 
behind her, cupping her warm, round behind in my palm.  "I think that as 
students it is our duty to push the envelope," I slid my hand up 
farther, she pushed it down slightly, and I pushed it up again, so 
together we were stroking her thigh, the fishnet tights felt good 
against my fingers.  "Our progress can only be limited by our 
imagination and daring."

"What would a science major know about imagination?"  Monique giggled.  
She slid her hand along my pants, feeling my hardening member through my 
pants.  "As a business major, I have to have a big imagination."  She 
smiled broadly.  "I need to have that."

"You do need to have it, and I can respect that."  With effort I kept a 
straight face.  "But imagination also comes in handy in science.  I've 
got a big one, and it really comes in mighty handy at times."  I 
squeezed her behind with my hand.

"Bethesda Station!"  The announcer cheerfully cut in.  The elderly 
couple got up and left us college kids to our conversation, blissfully 
unaware of the other conversation our hands were having.  Mine had 
pushed up under that so-short dress, and hers had actually started 
absently pulling on my zipper.

We kept our collegiate demeanor until the train left the station, then 
both burst into giggles.  "Now William," Monique said, "I hope your big 
one can come on demand"  she unzipped my pants and pulled my hard-on 
through my underpants.  "We've only got about 10 minutes left to be 
irresponsible!"

"I think I won't have any trouble there," I said, pulling Monique onto 
my lap.  "I am newly out of high school."  As my pretty coed wiggled on 
my lap, I pushed her minidress up around her waist.  To my surprise, she 
wore no panties.  She cupped her hand over my own, guiding it to her 
sex.  My mouth gaped open with the pleasant surprise I found there.

"I see us business majors can still teach you science majors a trick or 
two."  I absolutely loved her bright smile.

"Crotchless stockings under a minidress!"  I purred, highly impressed.  
"You do know how to push the envelope!"

"Friendship Heights!"  The announcer chimed in.  Monique rubbed her 
stocking-clad ass against my hard prick.  "Yes, I think I've just met 
Friendship Heights in a new way."

"Oh Monique, I can arrange a much more intimate meeting with my 
Friendship Heights!"  I lifted her slightly, and sat her back down on my 
lap, my prick sliding deep inside her pussy.  We both shuddered in 
pleasure as I entered her.  I was glad nobody was there; we were both so 
turned on that I don't think either of us could have stopped if we had 
to.

We fucked our way out into the suburbs.  Monique was writhing on my lap, 
grinding her hot, wet pussy on my prick.  I slipped one arm around her 
waist, keeping her balanced on my lap, while my other hand was against 
her pussy.  I licked my fingers, enjoying her taste, and brought my 
saliva-wet fingers against her clit.  She covered my fingers with her 
own.

"Oooh, yes!"  Monique purred.  "Don't stop, Science-Guy!"

We went into and out of empty stations, as I went in and out of her, 
filling her hot pussy again and again with my prick.  Our pace increased 
with the pace of the rail car, Monique's hand over mine over her clit 
until suddenly she shuddered and slammed herself down onto my prick.  
She was moaning deeply, her eyes squeezed shut, riding the waves of her 
orgasm.

I'm not sure whether it was her moaning and grinding herself against me 
or if the tight, pulsating rhythym of her coming pushed me over the 
edge, but I was drawn into the best orgasm I'd ever experienced.  I 
grunted in a gutteral, and most unscholarly manner, shooting jet after 
jet of hot semen up inside her.  I was light-headed with the intensity 
of it all.

"Wow!"  I whispered, kissing her ear.  "You business majors are great at 
connecting with others."  Monique didn't answer; she just smiled, licked 
her lips, turned to kiss me.  We sat like that, with her on my lap, 
snuggling for a few precious minutes as the train pulled out of another 
suburban rail staion.  "Thanks for being irresponsible with me, 
Monique!"

Monique kissed me again, her tongue flicking across my lips.  "Thank 
you, Science-Guy!  You really showed me how to push the envelope!"  
Again, I found myself falling in love with her merry eyes and more-than-
friendly smile.

"Red Line to Shady Grove!"  The announcer said, "Next stop, White Flint 
Station." 

"Oh!"  Monique hurriedly slid off my lap.  "That was too quick!"

"I know," I said.  I took her hand and kissed it.  "I should have 
started this sooner."

Monique's smile was shy that time; almost bashful.  The coed sighed as 
she reluctantly stood.  When she bent over to retrieve her books, I 
found my self smiling at the view of her round, perky tits under her 
dress.  Seeing me appreciate her charms, Monique blushed.

The train slowed and the voice from the speakers announced the White 
Flint Station.  Monique kissed her fingers and lay them against my 
cheek.  "This is my stop, Science-Guy." 

"I know," I smiled, putting myself back together.  "I've been admiring 
your ass at this station for the past week, whenever I saw you getting 
off the train."

"Speaking of getting off," Monique gave me that dream-girl smile as she 
paused at the subway door.  "My next late-night class is on Friday; will 
you be riding with me then?"

"I'm looking forward to it!"

Ok, I mused as the train headed for Rockville, my stop.  I went for it 
and made out better than I could have imagined.  But now all I could 
think about was Monique.  This did nothing for getting my mind back on 
my homework.  I was going to have to stay up late to make up for 
tonight's bit of irresponsibility.  But still, I thought that being 
irresponsible was the right decision this time.  Some things are more 
important than homework.

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