{LeAnna} The Bus *new*
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Next one hardly has any dialogue. :) Remember Picasso? Blue period,
rose period, cuban period...
[The Bus by LeAnna]
"I'm so happy. I've never been so happy to pass a test before
in my life."
I smiled and nudged her. "Feel like havin' sex, now that
you've passed everything?"
She nodded. "I feel so . . . clean!" Quite suddenly, she
looked sad. "It's ironic. I had sex with this guy, first time, only
for a month. And I got all worried about being infected. And you've
been doing it for years, but you're not worried at all."
"It's cuz I've only been with one guy. Our relationship is
just a long-term one."
"Oh well. I'll be more careful, I think."
"Better be." I grinned at her.
Julie nodded. "But in any case, I'm in the mood for some
loving." She giggled.
The bus rolled to a rumbling stop. I watched the passengers
as they came on. "Maybe you should hook up with someone on this bus.
If they ask, just say you just took your STD test today."
She laughed, but the look on her face was not joking. Well, I
wouldn't be either. I observed the people as they filed on. Old
lady, about 70. College student -- she showed her ID -- and her kid,
a girl 'bout four years old. A burly old guy wearing clothes that let
everyone know that he thought he was hot shit. I winced -- netting
t-shirt. Not somethin' I wanted to see. And a cute guy, at least old
enough to drink, dressed up in a business suit. I watched him. I
noticed him. Mr. Business Suit. He had a way about him, you know,
and even though his nose was a bit crooked and he was a little lean, I
felt immensely attracted. Maybe it was his walk. Or his eyes. Yeah.
His eyes.
I nudged Julie. She looked up to him and nodded back to me in
approval. Yup, she thought he was cute. I smiled and we continued
talking. He sat down in a seat in front of us that faced to the side
of the bus -- we were at the very back of the bus facing the front, so
we were perpindicular. He slipped Walkman headphones over his ears
and slouched back in the seat, his legs out into the aisle.
I looked over at Julie. "I think you should go tell Joel
about the test."
"Ohh, you didn't hear about last night, did you?"
"Nah. What happened?"
"Oh, he was an asshole. I couldn't believe it. He was drunk,
I think. We were driving down Grand street and he was behind us and
he saw me. He started making his car bounce up and down and getting
in the lane beside us to wave to me. Then we pulled into a Burger
King. He pulls in with us and starts jumping on the hood of Aubrey's
boyfriend's car. I just completely ignored him. So he asks Aubrey
why I'm mad at him."
"Yeah?"
"She says it's, oh, because of how he was fucking other girls
when he was dating me."
"What he say?"
"He said that he was never dating me. He just smiled at her
and told her that we were 'special friends'."
I noticed the Mr. Business Suit darting quick look at Julie
for that statement. I shook my head. "If Nick ever did that to me .
. ."
"The whole thing that sucks is, he wasn't even that good. He
was all talk. He wouldn't even eat me out."
"I understand that. Nick won't eat me out."
"Yeah, but did he brag about eating other girls? He sucked in
bed. And he even kinda tried to rape me after we were broke up. He
was a true disgrace to men. And he wasn't kinky at all. I was
disappointed."
"Ooooh . . ." I grinned. I glanced around the bus covertly.
We weren't talking too softly -- and why should we! Mr. Business
Suit, though, had turned down the volume on the Walkman. I could tell
he was listenin' to us. He was concentrating too hard on the floor
below him. "How's this for kinky? Well, I'm like Nick's first,
right?"
"I assume so. You haven't told me about any others."
"Well, when we first started datin', I was still livin' at
home. So we would go for walks to the park . . . and it wasn't a busy
park. Nobody went there, you know. We'd mess around on the slide and
stuff. You know that landing right above the slide?"
"Yeah, and?"
"Well, we were sittin' there and I was sittin' in his lap,
teasin' him, you know? We were still virgins then. And he's beggin'
me to let him eat me out. He's never done it before, you know. And
I'm kinda like, 'why?' Heh . . . I told you I was a virgin then."
"Well?"
"So I finally agree to it, and there's not a whole lot of
room, so I lay on my back with just my ass on the slide, my entire
midsection hangin' off the end. He's got a tight grip on my legs.
And . . . I don't know what he expected it to taste like. I really
don't."
"What happened, dammit?"
Mr. Business Suit's eyes grew wide, although he still
concentrated on the floor. My gaze dropped down to his pants -- I
could see the faint outline of an erection. I love to see erections
on men. I just couldn't resist. The corners of my mouth turned up.
I bit my lip, tryin' not to smile. He saw me looking at him and
shifted in his seat, much to my regret. I continued.
"He tastes me. He drops me."
Mr. Business Suit started coughing abruptly.
Julie's voice was incredulous. "He _dropped_ you?"
"Fifteen feet off the ground. BUT I was real lucky -- he
managed to catch me by my ankles. I woulda broken my neck. Jeez, can
you imagine explainin' that to the paramedics? Anyhow, he never did
it again. Never. And I don't taste that bad, y'know."
"That sucks." Julie tsk-tsked her tongue.
I sighed. "Ah, Nick's good enough in bed to make up for it .
. . sometimes. But after him, I mean I really do love him but this
might not be the guy I'll marry. After him, I'm gonna get a guy who's
gonna eat me out night and day. He'll beg to eat me out. He'll eat
me out in the middle of the fuckin' town square. That's what I want."
Mr. Business Suit cleared his throat and opened his mouth as
if to say something. To my disappointment, he shut his mouth quickly
and looked the other direction for a few seconds.
I watched him out of the corner of my eye, amused. He
couldn't figure out where to look. Finally, he concentrated on the
floor again.
Julie sighed in dismay. "Joel never ate me out."
"What?" I was genuinely surprised.
"I told you he was all talk."
"Wow. He never even tried?"
"Nope. Didn't even attempt at it. And he sucked in bed, too.
I already told you that, though."
"Did you ever do anything other than him on top? You weren't
together that long, you know . . ." I glanced over at Mr. Business
Suit as I tasted my sentence. He was tryin' desparately not to look
at us. I smiled secretly to her, and she winked at me.
We weren't a bad looking pair, the two of us. I could be
tempted . . .
She nodded, interruptin' my train of thought. "I loved it on
top." "There's no other way to do it."
"Well . . ."
"I didn't mean it literally, Julie."
"Oh. I didn't mind anything else, but it seemed he was always
in it for himself."
I grinned, a sudden flood of memory occurin' to me. "Nick
tries hard to please me, so I love it any way . . . I mean, how can
you not love it? But not on the bottom. It's not like I _mind_ it,
but when he's bangin' away on top of you it's hard to reach down
there, you know. And doggy style he never lasts very long."
"Doggy style was all right."
"I love it. It's a cryin' shame he never lasts long." I
licked my lips. Glanced at him again. Yup. Bent nearly double, no
doubt trying to conceal his erection. If I were to gander a guess,
I'd say that the tip of his cock was barely peekin' out of his . . .
boxers, briefs. The Walkman was still turned off, and the headphones
were starting to slip off of his ears. His lips were parted. I
continued "What's my favorite, though, is to just have him sit in an
armchair, and with my legs closed, sit in his lap, back to stomach.
It feels sooooo . . . " I sighed. "So incredibly good."
"I never did that."
"You haven't done much, have you?" I grinned.
"Well, he was a traditional old slut. I mean, I don't mind
sluts" -- she flashed a lecherous grin -- "as long as they're clean,
et cetera. But you'd expect a guy to get better as he sleeps around
more. He had lovers in the two digits, and the kinkiest thing he ever
did was put my legs up over my ears."
"Done that. Feels great, doesn't it?"
"That was after we were broke up. I didn't let him do that."
"Oh."
Awkward pause. I cleared my throat and smiled. "You know,
Nick isn't too kinky . . . Let me think. I gave him a blowjob once in
a movie theater. We used to go to movies just to pet -- nothing else
-- and one day I guess I got carried away. I'm down there suckin' it,
and he reaches his hand between my legs . . . I had to stop suckin'
for a minute. I just creamed right there. And I guess it turned him
on cuz I just had my mouth on his dick and nothin' more, cuz he came
when I did."
She blushed. "I feel so inexperienced."
"Don't worry about it. I've got a couple years up on you.
Lemme think . . . oh. We did somethin' just last week -- I'm not sure
if it's kinkier or not kinky at all. I mean, this is Nick's
definition of kinky. I wanna do the whips and chains and shit, and
he's so gentle with me he wouldn't go for it . . . not that gentle's
bad. I love how gentle he is. He treats me like I'm fragile.
Sometimes, though, I wish . . . "
"When I do it, I'll tell you all about it." She smiled and
brushed a hair out of her face. "I don't think I'd want to be a
submissive, but I could handle being dominant. Anyway?"
"Oh. Well, he had six or seven of his friends out in the
living room. I just got there, first time we've seen each other in
two weeks. Took me 2 hours to track him down, finally went back to
his house and he's there havin' some AD&D game. He kisses me hello,
usual stuff. I go into his room to work on my computer. 'Cuz I'd
just gotten a few new parts and wanted to install 'em, right? He kept
coming in to hug me, kiss me."
"Aww."
"Finally one time I went out to ask him for some screws. No,
it wasn't that way, but when we got back into the bedroom . . . yeah,
I got a screw."
Business suit coughed. His eyes were as round as eight-balls.
He gulped audibly. I caught his eye and smiled sweetly at him. He
quickly glanced back at the floor. No, even if he had his Walkman on,
and he didn't, he could have heard everything we were saying. He was
close enough, we were talking loud enough. Not that loud, but enough
for him to hear.
I was loving it. "I gave him a hug and thanked him for
gettin' some for me. I started to kiss him and we rubbed our bodies
against each other, you know. A hug gone horribly wrong."
"Ha!"
"He was just as hard as a rock. We kept kissin' and he
reached up to touch my breast, and then he looked me in the eye. I
smiled at him. Kissed him. Gave him the sultry 'come hither' stare.
And he puts his finger to his lips -- shhhh." I licked my lips and
adjusted myself in my seat, slouching a bit more and spreading my legs
a bit. Might as well turn up the heat.
Mr. Business Suit looked heated. His cheeks were red, and he
was nibblin' at his lip. Those lips of his . . .
"So I took off my clothes and sat on his bed. He couldn't
get his clothes off fast enough. I'd lean back and spread my legs,
just kinda sittin' like this" -- I spread my legs further for
empthasis -- "and he'd start having trouble untying his shoelaces.
And . . . oh, he's never leaped on me with such abandon. He just got
on and started poundin' away."
"Oh, my."
"Yup. I liked it." My panties were getting wet at the
memory.
She frowned. "You know what Joel told me?"
"What?"
"He said he was trying to get you in bed, too."
"What the fuck? I only sleep with guys who have slept with
less women than years I've lived."
"No, not alone."
"Christ. Get two bisexual girls together and men think
they'll sleep with anyone."
"I know. I was kinda mad about it. I was like, 'I'm not good
enough for you?'"
"I would be. You know, Nick isn't even that turned on by
lesbian shit."
Her face registered shock. "Really?"
"Yup."
"How?"
"Well, he just likes the idea of a chick with _him_ more."
"Ahh. Well, I guess I could understand . . ."
"He was trying to arrange a threesome for a while, but all the
girls he could find were kinda slutty for my taste. I mean, I aim to
stay clean. But as much as he claims he isn't into it . . . well, one
time I described to him about me and one other girl. Told him how we
kissed and rubbed each other's breasts, you know? And said how we
were going to do it but . . . I already told you about this, right?"
"I don't think so."
"Well, we were . . . ah, it's a long story. But when I told
him about kissin' and touchin' another woman . . ."
"Why haven't I heard about this?"
"I dunno. I thought I told you." I stole a glance at him.
He was loosening his tie. His cheeks were flushed red. "But Nick was
-- I've never felt him so hard before."
Julie smiled at me. "Perhaps the two of us could finish it
sometime. If you're up to it."
I winked. "Sure thing, babe."
The bus screeched to a stop. Mr. Business Suit, bending over
a tiny bit as he stood, beat it out of the bus as fast as he could. I
watched him as he walked away. Nice ass.
I looked over at Julie. I shrugged. "I dunno, everything I
said was true."
She nodded. "Me, too."
(c) 1998 by LeAnna.