The Bus Ride - Antipodes

The man on the bus kept looking at her hand. She knew what he was thinking, and she didn't want some strange man thinking about her that way. But he was just riding the bus and hadn't touched her or done blatantly perverted. She wanted to kick him, but she was feeling a tingle too. The kind of tingle you get at the hairdresser, a stranger touching you in an intimate yet public way.

She could see him sneaking glances at her hand, unaware how obvious he was. Men were such pigs! He was probably imagining her hand on his nasty cock. She knew they liked that because her boyfriend had asked her to play with it a couple of times and it had been a humiliating and embarrassing experience. Not as bad as the time he was drunk and made her kiss it. She cringed remembering. She had gagged and almost gotten sick. And he had laughed!

Men weren't nice like girls, she thought, sweet smelling, soft and polite. A small smile played around her lips. Like her friend Lisa. So lovely, thin and tall. A secret memory threatened to escape but she pushed it firmly down. If her family ever found out they would kill her...but in spite of her resolve she couldn't help thinking about her friend and the night they spent together.

Everyone was supposed to come over that night. A sleep-over at Lisa's apartment. But with an unexpected snowstorm closing down roads and more storm warnings for the night ahead they canceled one by one. So it was just the two of them, cuddled up on Lisa's bed in their pajamas. They gossiped happily and giggled like schoolgirls with their heads together. It was so nice not to have any boys around to make things uncomfortable.

Everything in Lisa's room was pink, and it made her feel warm, especially with the snow falling down silently outside the bedroom window. Lisa was showing her new pajamas she had bought at La Senza. They felt like real silk and had a gorgeous oriental pattern, and Lisa wanted her to try them on to see how they looked on her. Lisa had the silky pajama top half off already so she agreed...watching while Lisa carefully undid the last button and pulled the garment off.

Perhaps it was the warm and happy companionship of the other girl, or maybe the relaxing feeling of being safe from the storm outside, but sometime while taking her own top off and trying on the new one, she became aware of Lisa's breasts. At almost the same time, she became aware of a the silence in the room, and looked up to see Lisa watching her.

To her great surprise, Lisa took her hand and placed it on her breast, while looking steadily in her eyes. Lisa was so beautiful sitting cross-legged in front of her, long brown hair tossed to one side. It seemed so natural to be touching her, fondling those lovely small breasts. Women were so much more attractive than men, she thought. She let her hands fall to Lisa's thighs...wanting...something, but unsure.

Lisa sighed and leaned forward to kiss her. Soft lips played on hers. A wet tongue teased her lips open, and she responded, reluctant at first but with growing passion. She was aware of Lisa's breasts pushing at her and she wanted to suck on those hard and pointy nipples, but was too shy. Lisa, however, seemed to know her thoughts and lifted up onto her knees in front of her, pushing a nipple to her mouth.

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