"Grab my bottle and yours and we'll sit for a spell, and I'll tell you all about last week!"
As Gina walked away, I caught myself staring at her ass. First, Melissa caught my eye and that turned out to be sexual in nature and there I was objectifying my best friend. Though, it didn't surprise me considering I imagined her masturbating in great detail not long before her arrival. I decided then that things were happening fast enough that I would learn the outcome sooner than later. Also, that if I was thinking of Gina masturbating, then the person who I thought I was two weeks prior was not who I was in that moment.
Gina came back with both bottles in hand, set them down on the coffee table, and got comfortable on the couch facing me after pouring us each a glass. She stared at me with anticipation. Not only was I interested in keeping her up to date about my interactions with Melissa, but also about where my thoughts of Gina were headed.
"Okay, so, I didn't hear from her Sunday as I mentioned, but Monday it resumed precisely where it left off with her," I said, just prior to narrating the story that was my second week engaging Melissa.
5 Days Ago
"After our quite explicit exchange the previous Saturday, I was anxious to see what Monday would bring. I did my extended primp and polish session as I did the week before. One last look in the mirror and I was ready to go. My heart was beating with anticipation of what would happen on the bus that morning. I could barely sleep the night before thinking of the previous week, our text conversation, and what the combination of the two could bring for that day.
"The bus turned the corner and my heart started racing. The last couple days I rode the bus, she made her way onto it before me. It came to a stop in front of me and I scanned the windows to see if I could see her before I boarded, but I couldn't. I stepped on to a mostly empty bus and, again, looked around. She wasn't there. I didn't think anything I said would have scared her away from me. I resigned myself to the thought that she would be at her normal stop.
"My anxiety kicked into overdrive as the bus rounded the turn toward her normal stop. The bus had filled significantly between my stop and hers and there were few seats remaining, none of which were next to me. I was sitting there wondering how that morning was going to work out. It would make me seem overly needy if I got out of my seat and sat next to her. We pulled up to her stop and I straightened my posture to see if I could see her outside. I watched as everyone boarded, and my heart sank when I realized she wasn't there. I wondered if it was something I said or did. Maybe she was just sick? She could have told me she wasn't going to be there that day. I was disappointed to say the least.
"There was one more stop before mine and then I would have to be on my way. I was not going to be happy that day. Thoughts flooded my mind about what I could have done differently and what was said that could have made her run away from me. Next thing I know, she was standing in front of me! I was overwhelmed and could not speak to her if I wanted to. I was so relieved, I felt as if my head was spinning, and I hadn't realized I had put my hand on her leg. As soon as I realized what I had done, I quickly removed my hand and snapped my head up to look at her.
"She was already looking down at me smiling and could feel the redness building in my cheeks. I must have had the most idiotic smile on my face as I watched her drop her backpack on the floor. She was facing away from me, and I scanned her from top to bottom, admiring her curves. It appeared she took the extra effort to show a little skin that morning. Her pants hung a little lower on her hips, her shirt didn't go down quite as far as it used to, and her perfume was a bit different that morning. I couldn't place it.
"It felt like only moments until I was at my stop. I stood up slowly and made sure to brush up against her every chance I could. When I grabbed my bag off the seat and turned again to walk away, she turned to me and placed her hand on my arm. I got instant goose bumps. She leaned in and whispered in my ear. "
"Are you ready for this?" I said to Gina, excited.
She was staring intently at me and nodded.
"She said 'Tomorrow, wear a skirt... and no panties.' I looked at her, shot her a sly grin in confirmation, and walked away. My god, the things that were on my mind all that day." I said, leaning back into the couch.
"Were you instantly wet?" Gina asked me, touching my arm.
Her words and her touch sent a slight shiver down my spine.
"Yes, and most of the day as well. Do you know how difficult it is to function when you have encounters such as that? It was clear she planned all of it out. At least now I know that if something is different than the day before, then it was almost certain her plan for it to be that way.
"That evening, I was careful to pick out what I was going to wear. I picked out a sexy skirt that didn't make it obvious that I wasn't wearing panties, but also was appropriate for work. I matched it with a silky blouse that was heavy and showed the outline of my bra."
"I didn't hear anything else from her the rest of the day or night so the next morning, I was almost a nervous wreck. I mean, was she going to try something on the bus or is the thought of me not wearing panties a turn on for her?" I asked without expecting an answer.
"I didn't sleep well that night as you could probably imagine. I woke up the next morning ready to see where the day would go. I was excited. I quickly showered and dressed. All the usual makeup was applied, and I put on my favorite perfume. As much as I wanted to ensure she smelled it, I had to ensure I didn't smell like a whore all day at work. I grabbed my things and was about to walk out of the house when my phone beeped. I locked the door on my way out and took my phone from my purse. Melissa sent me a text message."
"Gina, my heart raced for a moment. I didn't know if she was changing something, if she was standing right outside my house, or what. Anyway, she said 'When you see me sitting, stand in front of me and no matter what happens, don't turn around. <3'"
"My heart jumped! I wondered what that little devil was up to. I smiled the entire way to the bus stop, and it approached just as I arrived. I was ready for whatever she planned. I looked around and spotted her in a seat at the rear of the bus. She wasn't looking at me, having her nose stuck in her book like she did last week. I did as she asked and attempted to nonchalantly move through the people to my destination. As I moved, I realized she did not specify how I was to stand. It would have been obvious if I stood there facing her and probably would have looked like I was one of those people who intentionally didn't observe personal space. When I reached her, I didn't pause. I turned around and grabbed a handhold.
"My senses were heightened. I was waiting for any sound or touch. It seemed like forever until the bus hit a small bump and I dropped my guard. It was only a second until I realized something dropped behind me. I didn't fully recover from the distraction before I felt a hand on my ankle. I instinctively tensed up at the touch but remembered that she had a plan. Her hand slowly felt its way up my leg, traveling like a skier on a steep slope going side to side. She focused on my calf then proceeded to move to the sensitive area behind my knees."
"Oh, fuck," Gina said, interrupting me.
"Right!?" I responded before continuing.
"I could have collapsed under her touch, but I stood my ground as she continued her exploration. Her hand passed the back of my knee and maneuvered to the inside of my thigh. I felt myself start to tremble under the command of her fingers. She was the teacher, and I was being taught. I've not felt a touch like that in my life. It's true that women are more attentive to the sensations of another woman. She stopped for a second before placing her entire handprint at the top of my thigh. My skirt was riding high in the back, and I looked to see if anyone was noticing, but they were all involved in their phones, books, or staring straight ahead.
"To steady myself, I used my other hand and took hold of a pole and opened my legs slightly, giving her permission to touch me further. Her pause continued longer than I could stand. She was driving me crazy. I was about to turn and look at her before I felt her hand move higher to the winner's circle. I froze instantly. A woman has never touched me in that manner before. I wanted more and hoped she would continue her present course. Instead, she gently moved her hand inward until the tip of her finger just grazed my clit. She circled it just once and retreated. I internally whimpered for more and could feel my juices start to flow.
"She kept moving her hand back and forth like a knife cutting through the tough outer shell to release the succulent juices inside, and that she did, let me tell you. For her efforts, she was rewarded with a mess of a hand. It was then I felt her begin to travel back the same way she came, leaving a trail of my juices on my inner thigh. She restored herself back to the position I first observed her as if nothing at all had happened.
"I was oblivious to the fact that the bus was approaching her stop as she gathered her things. She stood and moved in close to me, put her hand on my hip and whispered in my ear, 'I'll enjoy your... perfume all day. Thank you. Tomorrow, you will receive the same gift.' I stared blankly straight ahead as she moved passed me and got off the bus. I didn't know what she meant, unless she intended for me to perform the same action on her as she did on me. I didn't know if I was ready for that just yet."
