"Hi,"
"For Morgan?"
"That's me!"
I threw my purse into the back seat of my Uber, before shuffling my body in behind it. After a long day at work I was ready to sit in the refreshing AC and stare out the window for what I'm sure would be a long ride back home in heavy Los Angeles congestion. My regular afternoon meditation if you will.
I had lived in Los Angeles for about a year now, and with a fear of driving, the back seat of various Ubers was almost my second home. Being the money conscious mid-20-year-old, I was this was often an Uber pool, the discounted service that meant sometimes sharing a car. I was no stranger to a quick zip home taking way longer than expected because we had to detour off to pick up another Los Angelino on their way to god knows where, but I never could have expected what happened on this particular trip home.
After about 15 minutes of zoning out, I heard the dreaded charm of any Uber pool passenger echoing from the driver's phone, another rider.
Damn it!
We were suddenly veering off course, in the direction of whoever Mel was.
Ugh, I hope she is going somewhere close, I thought before getting back to listlessly looking out the window.
Suddenly the door opened, and someone was getting in to the car. I politely looked up to let her know I was sitting here and she would need to go to the other side but I quickly noticed that all the doors where opening and three women were hopping into the car with me from all angles.
Oh.
For some reason I didn't fight or even mutter much of anything, in the shuffle of it all I moved into the middle seat, sandwiched between strangers, while the driver looked on confused.
"Uhm, ladies...you selected UberPool...that means only two riders?"
The passenger in the front seat apologized for their mistake and asked if he could just take them all, just this once. They were friendly enough, so he obliged and turned off the pool function within the app. Something told me these charming, attractive women tried this trick a lot.
The driver pulled away from the curb and I awkwardly sat between these two women, trying to make myself as small as possible in an attempt to become invisible to the chattering friends. In an attempt to resume my window watching I turned my head and caught a glimpse of the woman directly to my left.
A beautiful Latina, with impeccable skin, bold freckles and the most perfect lips. I couldn't help but let my eyes fall to her breasts, perfectly caramel and rounded at the top of her body suit. A sudden tingle made me pause.
I had never had an experience with a woman, hell, I had very few with a man either. I never felt any major attraction to women, and all of my "crushes" had always been male. Yet, when I opened any adult movie, the only thing I wanted to see was two women making each other tremble.
I snapped my eye quickly away from my neighbor, suddenly aware of our arms touching and tried to stare out of the other window. To my right was the complete opposite of what I had witness of my other Uber mate. Although both Latinas, behind door number 2 was a small yet much more masculine woman, in a band t-shirt, baggier jeans and a backwards snap back. If the lady on my left was a curvy goddess, to my right was more boyishly handsome.
She was the kind of woman who made the straightest of women question their sexuality. Just masculine enough to fill whatever desire we had to be "typical", but with a feminine sensuality that felt more kind and nurturing than you could find in a man.
Suddenly I became hyper aware of myself.
Two polar opposite, yet alluring women, and me sandwiched in the middle. I crossed my arms tighter in an effort to disrupt there space less and tried to not focus on our thighs all running together.
The final passenger in the front was no slouch either, although maybe less dreamy than her backseat pals, she threw me a smile that felt like it should have accompanied a cheeky laugh before twirling herself around to drum up a conversation with the driver.
"You smell really good."
For some reason I did that dumb thing where you hear someone perfectly, yet need more time to think of an answer so your only response is a friendly I'm sorry, what was that?
"You smell really good."
The more androgynous beauty to my right repeated, before leaning in towards my neck to truly get a smell of my scent.
I was taken aback. In what situation was this appropriate? Going up and burying your face in the neck of a perfect stranger?
I probably should have been more uncomfortable by this. I should have pushed her back and reprimanded her for being so creepy and making a stranger uncomfortable. But there was something about her skin being so close to me, her lips brushing my sensitive neck that sent a warmth down between my legs.
No moment in my life has made me want to instinctively whimper before. Yet this stranger invading my space, somehow made me instantly crave her.
She pulled her head back and smiled at me, her masculine image completely cracked by the most adorable, mischievous grin. She had the nonthreatening energy of a sexually confident flirt, like someone who knew exactly what she was doing.
"Thank you..." I responded meekly, wanting to brush past this moment before it became awkward.
"I'm sorry to be so forward, what is that perfume! I actually can't get enough..." She said with a laugh before moving her head in one more time, this time her lips definitely brushed my skin. I felt a brush of moisture and could have sworn her deep breath to inhale my scent was also a ruse to suckle at the sensitive skin on my neck.
I was flustered.
Was this girl sucking my soul out? What was happening? It was the helpless fluster of being truly uncomfortable but for some reason I wasn't pushing this woman away, I want to bury her closer.
"Ugh...I think it's called Jazz Club..." I said with a chuckle, trying to keep the moment light.
"The scents probably a little strong since I use the lotion and the perfume."
