All who participate in sexual activity are 18 or older.
The impetus for this story derived from a request by another member for a bwwm story with a certain theme. If you're looking for a story with lots of quick sex this one will disappoint you, there is a lengthy build up to intimacy. Consider yourself forewarned.
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Though I had a wide umbrella assuring the rain wasn't running down my neck or soaking my clothes one still gets wet, I found myself asking, "Why did I ever let those girls talk me into this?" The girls across the street, eleven and thirteen, had challenged me to take the bus to work for a month as an eco-project for their school. Corporate sponsors were contributing a given amount of money for every person the girls signed up and then gave proof at the end with a bus pass receipt, since the pass registered every time it was used confirming its use, the matter of a monthly print out was not difficult.
The city bus system was working hand in hand with the project which made it easier for the kids. Though I work in the city I live in what was once an outlying community that had been absorbed into the metropolitan area as the city expanded. It was an eighteen minute commute with my truck, it was just shy of forty five minutes of jostling, listening to rude people, and having to endure people on their phone talking loud enough the entire bus could hear when I took public transportation. By the third day it was perfectly clear to me why more people didn't use the city bus line.
From my point of view the only bright point was that my bus stop was less than a block from my house, that is until today. When its dry folks are seldom inside the waiting structure which is no more than a small shelter, when it rains everyone tries crowding inside, thus I began carrying an umbrella every day whether it was sunny or not. Sudden squalls off the lake were a common occurrence, seemed that every day it rained a little at some point, just as it had today, an early evening soaker. There were no high winds, it wasn't a downpour, just a steady soaker, something you didn't want to stand in without some sort of protection.
I thought to myself *three more weeks of this madness* as I watched her approach, hurrying along the sidewalk with a magazine over her head, collar turned up, left hand clutching her coat as tight as possible. Though her coat was tight to her neck preventing me from seeing her attire she appeared to be a professional of some sort, hair done professionally, makeup soft yet inviting, running in her three inch heels wasn't helping things either. As she neared the stop and saw it was already stuffed with people I could see the disappointment on her face, when I caught her eye I gestured for her to stand under my umbrella, it was certainly wide enough for two. Moving my body to the left giving her room to move beneath the umbrella she looked at me pensively.
With a smirk she asked, "You aren't a serial killer or something are you? You aren't going to beat and rape me if I stand under your umbrella are you?"
I chuckled as I looked into her dancing eyes, "You're onto me, the umbrella murderer, sure hope nobody tells my mom, she'll send me to bed without supper."
She lightly slapped my shoulder, "You're funny."
I felt foolish after I uttered, "You're pretty." I quickly tried to salvage the moment. "I'm sorry, that was uncalled for, please don't think of me as being forward. My mother taught me better."
"That's okay, I'd like to meet your mother, she sounds like quite the lady. Oop, here comes the bus, thanks for the shelter."
She got on five or six people ahead of me, as I shuffled down the aisle looking for an open seat, I heard a soft feminine voice, "Hey, umbrella man, there's a spot next to me if you're interested."
I settled in, the bus started moving as we both relaxed welcoming the warmth and knowing the days end was near. I tried to assuage my guilt once more.
"I want to apologize for the comment, I've been told ladies don't like that sort of thing, honestly, I wasn't trying to be fresh."
"Not to worry, what does your mama call you?"
"Naial."
"You mean like the river?"
"Yes, but it's spelled Naial, don't ask, it's from Scotland or somewhere in Northern England I was told. My mother said I was named after some relative long since dead."
Glancing at her hands on her lap then back at me, "Well Naial I was caught off guard when you told me I was pretty, I've never had a white guy tell me I was pretty before. I've had white guys come onto me and I've dated white guys, but none have ever told me I was pretty. So, those were surprising words to this chocolate girl's ears."
I laughed lightly as she watched my face, "Chocolate girl, never thought of it that way. Fits though, you seem sweet, or is this you trying to make sure the umbrella killer doesn't attack you on a crowded city bus?"
She slapped my shoulder again this time harder, "You're funny, I needed a good laugh after having to run through the train. I usually take an umbrella but was in a big hurry this morning and forgot it."
I liked the direction this was going, "You're welcome to share mine anytime you'd like."
We talked as the bus journeyed onward toward home. She asked if I was going to catch the number five bus at the next stop, I explained I'd be going on to Brent which caused her to scrunch into the corner of the seat and stare at me.
"Brent, why would you be going to Brent, that's a community of nearly all black families."
"The key words there are *nearly all*, but not entirely, I live on Velma Dr. I was born in that house and have lived there all my life. When I grew up it was nearly all white families, as the kids graduated and the older people moved out most of the homes were purchased by middle class black families. Our once noisy exciting street full of kids went away as people aged, now it's back, with a different bunch of kids."
A soft squeal and another slap on the arm, "Velma, no kidding? I live on Aberdeen about a mile and a half from you, my closest friend lives on the street next to you, I know right where Velma Dr is. Small world."
