It's been awhile. In your senior year of college, life can get out of control. Sometimes you go months before realizing that you haven't gotten any. I'm on the bus, on my weekly Trader Joe's run, in a cropped t-shirt and a knee length skirt, when it hits me. It has been almost eight months since the last time I had sex. And the last time was some mediocre guy I met at a bar who fingered me for about 30 seconds, too quickly, and then was confused when I didn't come. Upon this realization I can suddenly feel every inch of skin on my body, all overcome with goosebumps. I can feel the breeze on the two inches of skin revealed to the bus, I feel my thighs brushing against each other under my skirt.
I tighten my crossed legs, and a pulse starts beating, rapidly, between my legs. When it's been too long, everything makes me think of sex. I'll get horny during lectures on cell structure, when I'm eating dinner, while doing readings for my history class. And when it's on I cannot turn it off. Sometimes it goes on for weeks, and all I can think about is sex, sex, sex. I start wondering about what professors look like naked, about how often they sleep with their partners, what they sound like when they come. I hate thinking about it, it feels like I'm crossing a line, but I can't help it. Someone will brush my hand as they pass me a piece of paper and all of the hairs on my arms will stand on end. I have a very vibrant imagination. I can feel it starting, now, as I notice how cold the seat is below me, as a breeze passes through the window and across my face.
The bus pulls over and a girl around my age steps on, scanning her bus card with ease and sauntering down the aisle before taking a seat at the front of the bus, faced sideways. She has long, chestnut hair that ends near the middle of her ribs, curling slightly at the tips. She's wearing a dusty purple tank top, dark blue corduroy pants that hug her hips and widen out near her ankles, and black leather boots. Her legs are crossed and one foot taps slightly, most likely going along to the music she's listening to, wire headphones trailing from her ears, curving across her chest and into her left front pocket. We make eye contact, briefly, before she glances away and I feel a familiar pull below my stomach. So I let my mind wander.
I close my eyes, and when I open them again I can only see her and I on the bus. In my imagination, she turns toward me again and holds the eye contact. She stands from her seat and slowly walks to the spot where I'm sitting and climbs on the seat, straddling me. I put my hands on her hips and she puts hers on my shoulders before leaning in. She kisses me slowly at first, her tongue running softly along my bottom lip before pushing through into my mouth. She moves a hand up to my face as she kisses me a little harder. I suck her bottom lip as her tongue pushes softly, steadily against mine.
My hands start to trail down onto her ass as her hand moves into the back of my hair and then she kisses me, harder. My hands run all over her body, moving from her ass to her tits, which fit perfectly in my hands, along her back and down again. She pulls my hair and tilts my head up towards hers as her other hand braces against the back of the seat. I bite her bottom lip and she moans, a sound soft and urgent in the back of her throat. I move from her mouth onto her neck, kissing and biting my way down to her chest. She pulls off the tank top, hastily, and I brace her back with my hands as I kiss her tits. In a moment, her bra is off, thrown onto the seat next to us and I lick my way to a nipple. I slowly circle it with my tongue and then flick my tongue over the tip before taking it into my mouth and sucking. As I do, I swirl my tongue along the tip in my mouth. She moans louder, and I massage her other boob with my hand. Then, I move my attention to the other nipple, giving it the same treatment and she moans before grabbing my face and pulling it back to hers, kissing me hard and hungrily. As she kisses me, she unbuttons my shirt before practically ripping it from my body.
