Note: This is my first chapter of my first story. More to come.
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Clarissa defensively climbed on to the eastbound Dundas Street streetcar on a hot and sticky afternoon in Toronto. Trying to dress to the weather, she was clad in denim skirt that stopped before the knee and a spaghetti strap black sleeveless top that wasn't too revealing. It was rush hour so it was the car was quite crowded with eager travellers. The 25 year old brunette stood at 5'5 so she wasn't the biggest person in the crowd, thus squeezing past the mob to the back of the vehicle was a feat. Finally mustering her way to the back she settled in a spot beside a pole, hanging on to it for dear life.
Then past a few bodies, she saw her. She was leaning up against the window, looking down at a book. Clarissa could only see her from the chest up so she couldn't size her up like she wanted. She did however see that her bust was considerable behind her brown blouse (was that silk?). The shirt was done up save for two buttons which allowed a little gold necklace to make its appearance. Clarissa studied the girl as she concentrated on her lips. Her lips almost pouted, her brown eyes gazed down attentively, and a single thick strand of her brown hair hung in front of her view as the rest of her mane rested on her shoulders and upper back. Earphone wires hung down from her ears which impressed Clarissa that she could multi-task like she was.
Clarissa normally wouldn't be caught dead giving another woman more than a minute's gaze unless there was something wrong with her appearance but this was different. The circumstances made this girl stand out. Amongst a crowded, busy, sticky streetcar in which everyone only wanted this ride to over so they enjoy some personal space again, here was a woman who was in her own little world not even giving her surroundings a thought. Clarissa watched her unconsciously pull that hanging hair behind her ear as she flipped the page as the same time. There was something cute about it that made her smile. Now she was mouthing the lyrics to whatever she was listening to. Clarissa momentarily broke her gaze when she noticed that a middle aged man in a suit who was pressed up against her was looking at her crookedly. She got the message and looked down at her flats and painted toe nails. How embarrassing she thought. Being caught staring on public transit.
But when she looked up and around again so found herself looking at her mystery girl again. This time she wiggled in place almost dancing to her music. Clarissa smiled once again at the fun she was having.
I wonder what she's listening to
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I wish she could share an earphone with me so we can enjoy it together. Wait. What's wrong with me?
Suddenly the girl looked up from her book. Clarissa panicked because she had been staring right at her. She quickly ducked her head. She took out her phone and pretended to text. Did she see her? Probably. She had to be slier now. She was seen by another person and now the girl herself. She continued to play with the keys on her phone while slowly moving up her eyes to look at her girl again. She died inside at what she saw. She was grabbing her blouse and was trying to ventilate some air into it by flapping it back and forth. Then she slid one button out of the slit and opened her shirt so more skin was shown. The cleavage of her two pressed together mounds was in full view now. She was too fascinated by her upper body now. Half smooth skin, half a creased up shirt. She had to see what else she was wearing. With all the bodies in her way, she cursed all the obstruction in her head.
Damn people! Don't you ever get off?! You're blocking my view!
