Ever since my first college term had started two months ago, the day had begun the same. A slow delicious tease of a bus journey. A journey which I eagerly anticipated everyday, not just for the ride to college.
I was on the bus for around 15 minute's everyday before it stopped to let on the same two people. An elderly gentleman boarded and always sat behind the driver, and the only other passenger was 'her'
It sounds rude but what else could I refer to 'Her' as? We'd never been introduced, never spoken, nothing. And yet, every morning I eagerly awaited the moment we would arrive at her bus stop and she would hop on. She was one of those girls who just exuded beauty, well, I certainly thought so anyway! She was tall and lean, with beautifully long stretching legs toned from years on the sports field. She always showed them off with a mini skirt, which tantalisingly bobbed up at the hem, as she danced onto the bus. She had long auburn hair to just over her shoulder's that always looked immaculate and newly straightened. Her breasts were tiny and pert, always unhindered by a bra; they poked and jiggled to free themselves of the flimsy material of her 'barely there' tops as she bounded onto the bus. Yes, she always danced onto that bus, always a spring in her step, her face permanently lit up with a beaming smile.
Ah I am sure you can now tell I look at her a lot! Well, it's not difficult, the journey is otherwise very boring, nothing out of the ordinary. Just a plain old bus ride to college. The oldies get off one by one along the route making more room and then the bus journey ends at the entrance to our college campus. I always head off into the main tower building and she always departs to the left and down to one of the annexes.
Every day as clockwork 'she' finds her place next to me on the bus. I don't recall how it started, perhaps one day it was particularly busy, I don't know, all I know is that from that day on she always sat by me. It was her spot! Whether there were other spaces or not she would come and bounce down in the aisle seat alongside me. And I loved it! She never spoke to me, nor I to her. Some how it started that way and then it gets awkward to start I suppose and we just never spoke. But we didn't need to. Early on I sensed a... I don't know... a presence? An overwhelming feeling of magnetism towards her? That's it, I was physically drawn to her body, every fibre of my being desired to be as close as possible to hers. And what was worse... or better, depending on how you were looking, I also sensed that she was feeling the same! I do have a good sense of Gaydar, but this seemed so out of place as I had never even made eye contact, smiled or spoken to this girl. Acute Gaydar or what! Well, I know SHE was cute!
I think it was the third day of her sitting next to me, I felt her thigh brush gently against my own, and not move back! "Why didn't she move her leg back?" I immediately thought, my mind buzzing with feelings I should not have. There was so much room, I am average build and she was tiny, think Paris Hilton! But there it was this slender toned leg pressed right in next to mine, every bump of the road being felt by her delicate bare thigh caressing against mine. Still she didn't move it... and neither did I!
And so the journey was. Everyday for the last two months. Oh boy was it really getting to me now. After the first week, I stepped up the pace by hiding my jeans at the back of the wardrobe and wearing mini's myself. So bare leg to bare silky smooth leg we went. Each leg wanting the gentle pressure between the two, gliding against each other upon every uneven surface of the road. Both of us staring straight ahead or out of the window, no words spoken, just this exquisite slow dance of our legs on the crowded bus.
