The Bus Stop

As he bent down across the green baize of the pool table, Ben took the black eight-ball into his sights as he lined up his shot into the corner pocket.

Having only been out for a few hours that Saturday night, Ben knew that the few drinks he'd enjoyed wasn't enough to interfere with his senses as he closed in on victory. When his right arm thrust forward and struck the white ball directly beneath its centre, as intended, Ben held his posture across the table as the sound of the eight-ball dropping into the plastic pocket was music to his ears.

Stood to his left with his cue in his right hand, Ben's best friend, Ryan, allowed his eyes to close in anguish as the result of their final frame of the evening went against him. As his eyes opened once more, Ryan laughed softly before he spoke. "Jesus, Ben... You can close the deal in here all you like, but when are you going to ask that girl out? How long is that you've been talking to her now, three months?"

Carefully, Ben stood up straight as he turned and returned his pool cue to the wooden rack that was hanging on the wall. With a grin on his face as a result of his victory, he turned to face his friend. "Man, I'm telling you... I don't know it got to this stage. We met and then we started talking, then we started talking online every night... It's just...it's as if we got into a weird place where it got too awkward for me to ask her out... The thing is though, I swear she's feeling the same way. We just need to..."

After turning to the side and finishing the remainder of the lager from his pint glass, Ryan started laughing as he cut his friend off. "You just need to wake up and stop wasting time... If you wait any longer, both of you are going to find it impossible to be anything else but friends..." As his laughter faded, Ryan took a step closer. "Look, man... I know you want to handle it your way, but you need to make a decision one way or the other. If you two aren't ever going to be a couple, you should be coming out with us at the weekends a lot more. Gemma sounds like a sweet girl, but you can't stay single forever while you're waiting for one of you to break through the walls of that friend zone you've built for each other."

While Ben considered his friend's advice, his right hand found itself delving into the front pocket of his jeans to retrieve his phone. As his lips parted to respond, he noticed an alert on his app from the train company. Swiftly, Ben swiped into his phone and surveyed the message that an overhead line problem meant that the remaining train service that evening, only affecting his line, had been cancelled.

It was just after 11:30 p.m. on that Saturday night in a small town just outside Glasgow. Ben and Ryan were playing pool in a local pub in the town centre having only arrived 90 minutes earlier. They'd planned for a few quick drinks and frames of pool, but to be safely on the last trains home as they'd be leaving in opposite directions. But while there were no such problems on Ryan's line, Ben sighed as he considered the alternatives. When he estimated how much a black cab would cost from the taxi rank outside, Ben knew that there was no way he'd be willing to part with the cash. In his mind, that left only one option.

Almost 30 minutes later, Ben found himself standing at the deserted bus stop as he tilted his head towards the night's sky. It was the first week in July and the weather wasn't a problem as the warmth in the air had led to Ben going out for the evening without a coat. As he turned to the bulletin board which was part of the plastic interior of the bus shelter, Ben found himself scanning through the timetable to make sense of how long he'd have to be stood there.

He'd only went out to meet Ryan for a few short hours, but whenever Ben went out at the weekends, he always made something of an effort. The plain black shirt which he chose looked smart on his lean upper body, while he'd rolled both sleeves up almost past his elbows. Ben was 23 years old and quite tall, standing at just over 6'0", as his shirt was tucked into the waistband of his favourite jeans. They were pale blue, but the numerous rips and tears across both of his knees added a casual dimension to his outfit, which was completed by his iconic beige Timberland boots. When he spotted that the last bus home was scheduled to arrive within the next 15 minutes, Ben allowed his right hand to reach up and run itself through his hair as he was relieved that he wouldn't be waiting for too long. His brown hair was shaved closely at both the back and the sides, but he wore it long on the top with his fringe swept back and to the side.

As he faced the timetable, there was a plastic bench that ran across the interior wall of the bus shelter, but Ben remained standing with his back to the street behind him. The location of the bus stop was fairly central to the town centre where the local pub was, but the town's nightlife wasn't particularly thriving, even for a Saturday night. The majority of young revellers in that area routinely travelled the short distance into Glasgow, but Ben had passed a few small groups on his way from the pub to the bus stop.

It was when he took a further glance at his phone, to check the time, that he heard the sound of a feminine voice calling out from behind him. "You better be careful...those buses rarely show up at this time of night..."

Slowly, Ben swivelled and turned his body to face whomever had addressed him. As he did, he was treated to the sight of two women who were walking towards him as he stood within the bus shelter. While he couldn't be sure, he assumed the girl who was staring into his eyes was the one who called out to him. However, as he felt his gaze dropping to take in her outfit, Ben felt his heartbeat start to quicken as she closed the distance towards him.

Her long dark hair cascaded down her back to almost reach her pert backside as she stepped forward. Whoever she was, she looked to be around the same age as him, perhaps a year or two older. The woman was wearing a cropped denim jacket, which was black and completely unzipped as it afforded Ben a clear view of what lay beneath. Her black top was so tight as it stretched and clung around her heaving chest, struggling to contain the girl's curves as she walked towards him. The top had a halter neck which helped lift her assets into a sensational cleavage, while the hem of the top was cropped immediately under her breasts, which showed off her flat stomach and bronzed skin. Meanwhile, Ben found his eyes being dragged towards the stylish gold hoop at the front of the garment, which sat between her breasts and offered a tantalising tease of her amazing assets.

Meanwhile, her thighs were testing the limits of her tight black miniskirt, which barely made it the short distance to cover her upper thighs. As Ben's gaze dropped lower, he realised the girl had been dressed for a night out as her black strappy heels were the perfect finishing touch.

Before Ben had the chance to formulate a response, he glanced back up and caught the look on the woman's face as he realised that he'd been caught staring for a moment too long. But her face was so hard to look away from, with full, plump lips that looked so soft, while her brown eyes were confidently staring back at him.

For her part, the woman simply allowed a soft giggle to pour from the back of her throat as she continued. "How do I look? I'm Cora...and this is my friend, Evie..." A few seconds passed as Cora kept her head still, with her deep brown eyes almost staring directly into Ben's soul. When her right eyebrow tilted slightly and a smile formed across her face, Cora allowed her head to turn to the right towards her friend, who was stood next to her.

Like Ben, Evie had chosen not to wear a coat on the summer's night as her dark blue dress clung to her slender frame. While both girls were in tremendous shape, Evie was slimmer than Cora as the tightness of her dress emphasised just how tiny her waist and chest were. Both of the thin blue straps of Evie's dress were visible as her modest hint of cleavage was put on display, while the hem of her dress was similarly short, showcasing her bare, tanned legs as her most potent weapons of seduction. Meanwhile, her hair was as long as Cora's, but a lighter shade of brown as Ben looked into her grey eyes. As slim as Evie was, her face was absolutely stunning as her features had a distinct Mediterranean flavour. Stood there, side by side, both women were the same height, standing at around 5'5" with their heels on.

However, if there was an obvious contrast between the two women, it didn't take Ben long to figure it out. Evie had an air of innocence about her, but Cora had a body that was simply sensational. If there was traffic passing them at that late hour, Ben took a breath as he contemplated just how distracting Cora's signature cleavage truly was.

Just as Ben attempted to fully process the sight of the two beautiful women stood before him, Evie picked up on his state of uncertainty and laughed as she spoke up. "Yeah...what do you think? How does she look? We're just on our way back home from the pub, all we could find in there were guys who couldn't wait to tell Cora how amazing they thought she looked..." After a moment's pause to allow a soft giggle to pour past her lips, Evie gently bumped her left shoulder against Cora's as she continued. "Getting hit on all night by horny guys has its advantages, like never having to pay for a drink...but finding pretty boys to talk to who make an effort is all too rare around here..."

Together, the two women took another step forward until they were stood directly across from Ben, who felt his head turning back towards Cora. When he did, the look on the busty brunette's face was hard to read as she continued. "You've got me worried now, I couldn't believe my luck when we saw you standing there... Tall, pretty face, nice hair, love that shirt with those jeans... you can talk though, can't you?" For a moment, Cora paused to let the playful comment hang in the air as she continued. "Mind you, it wouldn't be the first time that this top and skirt left a pretty guy speechless..."

The compliment was so unexpected as Ben's mind struggled to accept it. For a moment, he considered the possibility that the girls were just fucking with him, looking to amuse themselves on their way home, but so much of their body language didn't fit with that approach. Already conscious that he hadn't yet opened his mouth, Ben's eyes widened as he found himself struggling to stop himself from taking a proper look at Cora's cleavage. With a smile, Ben looked into Cora's eyes and responded. "I think you both look...sensational... Sorry, I just wasn't expecting anyone to come by here so late... I'm Ben, it's nice to meet you both... I was just out for a couple of quick drinks with my mate, but my train got cancelled and I'm just waiting on the next bus..."

After he finished, Cora's face lit up as she was impressed with his confidence and the way he carried himself. It was clear to her that he wasn't just another rough local guy who only wanted to drink himself into a stupor every weekend. Slowly, her back arched just enough to thrust her chest out more prominently, almost daring him to capitulate and lose himself in her mesmerising cleavage. "Oh, poor Ben! That's just not acceptable, forced to wait for a bus at this time of night? Aren't you lucky that we were walking by? We can keep you company, after all...we're in no rush to get home... Evie's got a couple of bottles of wine chilling in the fridge for when we get back..." Slowly, Cora turned to look her friend in the eye as she continued. "We're going to be up all night, aren't we, babe?"

The innuendo simply dripped from the comment as Evie pounced upon her opening. With haste, Evie reached out and pressed her hand against Cora's arm before she turned to look Ben in the eye. "We only planned to go out for a few drinks ourselves too, Cora's finally decided to get rid of her asshole boyfriend once and for all and that's cause for celebration, don't you think? I can already tell, he's not like you, Ben... Cora's ex-boyfriend's a nasty piece of work, trust me..."

Unsure of his footing in such a personal discussion, Ben stood silently as he felt his attention being pulled back and forth between the two. But each time he focused his attention on each of their gorgeous faces, he could hardly complain as both of the brunettes were so captivating. Every time they opened their mouths to speak, Ben felt an energy blistering from them both which was so hard to identify. In part, their energy was manic, but it felt like it had been steeped heavily in an aura of pure temptation. While Ben acknowledged that they were so beautiful and incredibly sexy, it felt like they both knew that perfectly well and were completely uninhibited in the way they carried themselves.

Eventually, Ben stroked the bottom of his chin as he looked back into Cora's eyes and spoke. "Is everything ok with you and him? When Evie says that he's nasty, how bad has it been for you? Is there anything I can..."

Suddenly, Cora cut Ben off as she responded. "Don't worry about it, everything's under control... I made so many mistakes with him in the first place. When I met him a few years ago, all I wanted to do was throw myself at him and kiss him... But all the red flags that were so obvious about him just melted away every time I thought about what it would be like to take him to bed with me..."

Just then, Evie spoke up and continued as Cora turned her head towards her friend. "I tried to tell her, Ben... I really did, but once Cora gets it into her head that she wants to fuck...there's not a guy capable of turning her down when she makes a move on them... Once they got together, they spent the first few weeks locked away in his bedroom, fucking like wild animals... By the time a month had passed, they were a couple and that's when his all of his bullshit started..."

The revelation of Cora's sex life simply danced in the air before it wriggled inside Ben's ear and made a home for itself. In a matter of moments, all Ben could think about was Cora's sex life...the thought of what it would be like to have a flawless creature like Cora bouncing in his lap like a wanton slut. Meanwhile, the strength of the idea was enough for his eyes to slightly roll back in his head, which the perceptive Cora and Evie instantly recognised as their charms starting to take a keen hold of him.

Slowly, Cora's lips parted as she continued. "Sometimes it's the little things that can spiral out of control, you know? Whenever I'd get ready for a night out with Evie, if he thought my outfit was too revealing, he'd scream at me to go and get changed. If he thought I was staying out too late, he'd be texting and calling, leaving all those voicemails, demanding to know where I was. But every time I'd get upset and think that it was all too much for me, all he'd need to do is show me that big hard dick...and within a matter of moments, I'd drop to my knees and take it to the back of my throat for him..."

As the last few words husked from Cora's mouth, Evie kept up the momentum as she took over. "Think about what it was like for me, Ben... I've heard that story so many times... All those nights where Cora was so close to breaking things off with him, only for her to tell me that they spent the rest of the night fucking until the sun came up... A relationship built exclusively on sex... Built upon nothing else but the way their bodies felt pressed against each other's... But when he found out that Cora and I can't stop ourselves from stealing a nice, long kiss with each other, after we've drunk our bottles of wine...he just became too controlling, too possessive..."

Carefully, Cora reached up with her right hand and placed two fingertips on Ben's chin, before she gently applied enough pressure to turn his head back towards her. As she looked into his eyes, Ben couldn't help but feel the heat radiating from her as she spoke. "Don't get me wrong, he loved the idea of us kissing...but he started sending Evie messages, calling her...demanding that she join the two of us in bed... He didn't have the manners or the courtesy to talk to her about it, instead he chose to try and control her...dominate her...and that was never going to work... Before long, Evie and I didn't need to have so much as a sip of wine before we found ourselves stealing more kisses with each other...and he never got the pleasure of seeing it even once..."

While Ben stood his ground, there wasn't a single thing he could do to stop the rush of arousal that was headed towards his groin. As he found himself sucking down a deep breath, his mind showed him a flurry of images, all of them fragmented, from the wicked way that Evie's lips would collide with Cora's to the steamy image of the two women taking turns to ride Cora's faceless boyfriend.

It took a few moments for Ben to gather his thoughts, but when he visibly shook his head to come to his senses, the look on both Evie and Cora's faces was so seductive as they appeared to be revelling in the recital of Cora's story. Hesitantly, Ben responded. "I get it now, I mean...whatever you two choose to do with each other...it's up to you, right? Guys that try and control, coerce, manipulate... That's just not acceptable... If he didn't treat you right, Cora... I mean, what other choice do you have? You need to get away from a guy like that..."

As she stared into his piercing blue eyes, Cora's breath was racing as the pace of her heaving chest rising and falling was threatening to cast a spell on him. With a grin on her face, Cora responded. "What about a guy like you though? Out here on your own on a Saturday night, no ring on your finger...you can't seriously tell me that you've got no one special in your life? I bet you do... The real question is, why aren't you with them tonight? Not that I'm complaining..."

While he told himself that the compliments were just theatrical, simply a demonstration of Cora's willingness to flirt without consequence, Ben considered just how open he should be with the two sensational brunettes. When he concluded that he didn't want to lie, that he didn't need to lie, his lips parted. "My situation? Well, it's complicated... I met a girl three months ago, but we've... I don't know... I tried to explain it to my mate earlier tonight, it's like neither she or I have ever found the right moment to get it together... Right now, we're just friends, but it just feels like all one of us has to do is just clear the air and make it happen. It's just...because it's been months, it's so hard to get past the awkwardness of it all..."

The shriek that escaped past Evie's lips was purposefully over the top, but the playfulness was clear as she reached up and grabbed onto Cora's arm over her the sleeve of her denim jacket. Quickly, she turned her head to face Ben as she spoke. "Oh my... There's no way! A guy like you in the friend zone? Oh, you must have pictures of her on your phone. Please, you have to show us, Ben... Let us see..." With an excited tug on Cora's arm, Evie croaked. "Oh, Ben...honey... You have to understand, you can't let yourself be put on a shelf by anyone, even if it's because they don't know what they want..."

Ben knew that there was more than a hint of truth in what Evie had said, but as he looked back at Cora, she remained silent as her brown eyes were so alive. All the busty brunette offered in response was a slow nodding of her head when she saw Ben reach into his jeans pocket to pull out his phone. Once he unlocked the device, Ben tapped the screen a few times until he pulled up the girl's Instagram profile before he slowly reached out and offered the device to Cora.