"Ok. See you on the way home.
Well alright then. She was definitely more resilient than me!
I waited for her at the train station after work, curious to see what kind of shape she would be in, and there she was, right on time. She waved when she saw me, not quite doing her usual half skip walk, but she was still popping along more happily than most of the other commuters she was passing. I watched her coming up the platform, amazed that she wasn't dragging herself to the train. It looked like she had on the same dress and stockings as yesterday, those were definitely her punk boots again, but she had on a loose blue top. I gave her a hug when she reached me and we both caught a whiff of what drifted up from inside her shirt. She blushed and shrugged a little, saying "I was running really late this morning"
Tracy and her friends had stayed out until the restaurant closed. They have a great tequila selection, so there were a few too many shots involved and she thought it best to stay in the city at a friend's apartment rather than try to make it home. She saw a girl she used to date in the restaurant for dinner with a group of friends and they started talking after she finished dinner. Tracy and one of the other women in the party hit it off and exchanged numbers so she was really excited about that.
I told her that I was really happy for her, and glad that she was ok. Then I laughed and asked if she always travels with a change of clothing. She gave me a nudge and explained that she always has a shirt, a pair of tights, and a pair of panties in her locker at work. What she didn't realize is that the shirt was blue and the tights were yellow, so they couldn't be worn together. She had to cover her shirt, for reasons we both realized, so left on her tights and threw the blouse over yesterday's shirt.
After a minute or two of laughing about it, I said "So, do you always get that feisty when you drunk text?"
"You're such an idiot!" She gave me a shove and laughed. "You shouldn't even have answered. You're such an instigator."
"Me? You're the one who started the whole stomping conversation."
"Well you didn't have to keep pushing me. I think you just wanted to keep me talking about stomping on you. Besides, it's your own fault for telling me about you and the girl you used to date. You know that things like that just put ideas in my head."
The train pulled in and we waited for the crowd to get on, then climbed aboard ourselves and found a row of seats with nobody in front or in back of us. It was just easier than trying to keep our voices down and hope that nobody heard our somewhat odd conversations.
"Well ok, that's fair." She laughed a bit at that, and I asked if any of her friends had seen the texts.
She told me that none of them had. Everyone but the friend she stayed with left by that point, and the only one she would have let see it was the one she used to date.
"Wow, you trust your ex that much?" I asked?
Then she told me that she was the one with the armpit play after going to the gym so she would get it.
When we first started sharing our fetishes with each other, Tracy had a hard time accepting that I loved when her feet were exceptionally sweaty and smelly. Then I explained that it was no different than her and an old girlfriend she told me about. This was that woman. Tracy said she enjoyed meeting her after a workout and licking her sweaty breasts, but what she really liked about it was getting her nose buried in the woman's armpit. As I tried to convince her that I like the smell of her feet, she admitted that she got turned on when this woman would stick Tracy's face in her armpit and not let her go until she licked it. From then on she didn't question whether I was really enjoying it when her feet stunk.
I joked and said to buy her a drink for me the next time they bumped into each other.
The train started to pull out and we settled in for our forty five minute ride. I rummaged through my bag and pulled out my journal, telling her that another good thing about her going out last night was that I had time to get my thoughts together and write everything down while it was still fresh in my mind. All I needed was some input from her.
She was always excited to read my journal, and loved giving her side of the events. I was posting them online and she liked reading the comments so really got into adding to the story. I gave her a red pencil and told her to go to town. She sat there for most of the ride, sometimes giggling, sometimes saying things like "Oh, right..." or "that was so funny", but mostly reading through and scribbling all over the pages.
When she handed it back it looked like she had written almost as much as me. There were red notes all over, arrows from her writing in the margins to spots in the page where she thought they belonged. I started going through everything. We still had about ten minutes to my stop, and I was excited to get this finished and posted online. When I reached the end she had "LIKE NOW" written in the bottom margin and underlined three times. There was an arrow going from those two words up to the top of the page and pointing up. I looked at her and she just nodded so if to say "keep going". I turned back to the previous page and saw that the arrow continued. I followed it all the way up until I saw the end of it point to the line where I had her quoted as saying "the next time might be sooner than you think" as she got off the train the previous morning.
I sat up straight and looked at her, a dumbfounded look on my face and my mouth hanging open. She just grinned at me and said "Mhmm, what do you say now smart guy?"
To be continued...
