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Trip to Maine
by El Sol (address withheld)

***

A guy on summer break from college takes a job at a 
summer camp as a councilor. On the long bus trip there 
he meets a girl and an affair ensues. (MF, rom, affair)

***

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 no one 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 
book bag 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 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. 

"Excuse me, I need to use the bathroom."

"Excuse 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. 

"Excuse 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.

"Excuse 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.

"Excuse 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 roommate'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 hard-on 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 warm-ups 
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 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 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 re-deal."

"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 
no one 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 
curiosity 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 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 balls gently and started rubbing 
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 sank herself back down 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 her as 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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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime,
so take good care of it!
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