0 comments/ 19942 views/ 2 favorites Amiable Ch. 01 By: lindiana It was bitterly cold that day. I remember it well, how the chill seemed to sink into my bones. I remember I wanted the bus to hurry so I could escape its empty coldness in exchange for the empty heat of my office. I knew my lips were as blue as my eyes and I wondered why it appeared the city would not or could not fix these old buses so one didn't freeze during their commute. I was so centered on my own discomfort it was a remarkable feat that I even managed to notice her. She had a thick red scarf artfully tied around her neck and it seemed dashing next to her navy blue pea coat. Her dark hair fell in waves down over her shoulders and upon her nose set one of those kinds of glasses that look intelligent on some and downright dorky on others. On her, they made her look smart. It was hard to discern the color of her eyes from the angle I was at but I later discovered they were a warm hue of brown. Caught staring, I blinked and turned away but too late as the heat of my appraisal must have drawn her interest. She lifted her eyes from the paper in her hands and smiled in my direction. The smile lifted her face and revealed perfectly white teeth which I knew immediately were the result of white strips and not because the girl was overly careful with her dental care. She took the glasses off and slipped them into her bag as she folded the paper with a snap and tucked it away. Then she gracefully stood and walked the short space between us before placing herself neatly on the seat beside me. "I'm Amy," she said in way of introduction, her voice soft and low, like warm coffee. I noticed she wasn't trembling like me and wondered if perhaps she was more used to this bitter cold. Perhaps she was a native. It was my own stupidity that had me leave my bright sunny southern state in search of a better life. So I had no one to fault but myself. "Paige," I extended a hand which she enveloped quickly into her gloved one. I could feel the heat of her body even then through the thick layer of wool that covered her fingers. I looked up, met her eyes, and felt that incredible rush that one feels as soon as they realize they are drowning. She merely smiled at my discomfort and brushed a stray lock of hair behind her ear with her free hand before she leaned in closer as if to whisper something to me confidentially. I waited her arrival with the proverbial baited breath. "I don't bite...unless you want me to," had to be the worse come on line ever but spilling from her lips it made me breathless and my knees weak. I must have blushed; I had to have blushed, because my thoughts went distinctly south at this point as I returned her smile with one of my own. "I want you to," I replied to my own surprise with a soft groan at the end which was so unlike my usual standoffish attitude. Something about this girl was turning me into a puddle of goo. I don't know what was coming over me. I was usually the pursuer, not the pursued and this change about is fair play nonsense never set well with me. I somehow managed to extract my fingers from her grasp and lowered my gaze as if I was standing naked before her. She did not seem to mind and all I heard was a soft giggle that was like the sweet sounds of tiny crystals lightly touching each other. Even her laugh was enchanting. My own hair, not quite blonde but not quite brown, fell over my face like a veil and I was so pleased it did so, not wanting my obvious discomfort in the situation to shine forth through my eyes. I was not usually shy but for some reason this girl was making me feel young and giggly and oh so very aroused just from that one small touch. I didn't really want her to stop touching me but for some stupid reason it seemed the right thing to do. But then I suddenly remembered we were on a bus in the morning and probably both heading off to work not knowing anything about the other except a first name which seemed crazy. I wanted to know everything about her, her job, her life, her home, her world. I wanted to bury myself inside her life and never come out. Perhaps I was jumping the gun but it felt so right. I lifted my hand and placed it gently on her arm, "When?" I asked her the question not even knowing what her answer would be but wanting, very much wanting, to see her again and again and again. "Soon," was her answer with a small lift of her lips into that heavenly smile I would grow to love and want and need as much as one needs water to drink and food to eat. The bus began to roll to a stop and I realized I had been so lost in the moment with her that I had forgotten where I was or where I was going. We both looked up then and I realized, thankfully, I had not missed my stop but she stood quickly and said, "This is my stop." "Wait!" I admonished her, also standing and willing to follow her off the bus if I needed to because I didn't want to lose her or to lose this opportunity that was opening up for the two of us. She stopped me with a hand upon my arm, her voice soft as she spoke to me, like a mother speaking to a child, "It's okay, I'm not leaving you." Then she reached into her bag and pulled out a business card, pressing it into my own gloved hand before she slipped down the bus steps and out onto the busy street. "Amy Drexler, Attorney," I read out loud to myself as I held that small piece of paper that was my lifeline to her. It contained the usual information, her business address, her office phone number, her beeper. Overcome with relief, I kissed the card and stuck it deep into the front pocket of my own bag knowing I never wanted to lose that card ever. Amiable Ch. 02 When I got to my desk that day, I took the card she had given me out of my bag and laid it gently upon the cold metal surface. It was heat itself, spreading its fingers of warmth over that ice and melting it. I stared at that card "Amy Drexler, Attorney" for what seemed like hours. But apparently it was not. Finally I tore myself from my revere and went to the break room for my morning cup of coffee. My friend Jenny was there. I smiled, wished her good morning and then filled my cup while I told her about my morning commute. "I met someone on the bus today," I told her knowing as I said the words they seemed silly and innocuous. Jenny would be thinking in her clinical mind that we meet people on the bus every day so why would this day be different than any other. I sighed in response to her nonverbal question, "A girl." Certainly that would resolve the issue, clearing up any confusion. Jenny knew I was a lesbian and proud of it. I had been out since high school and did not choose to hide my orientation from anyone. I did not wear a pin that said "Hi, I'm gay" but I also did not deny it if asked. I waited for what seemed like forever for Jenny to reply as she sipped her coffee looking up at me over the rim and under her brows as she finally pronounced, "Nice". "Yes, nice. She is gorgeous. She gave me her card. I think I will call her," I couldn't seem to shut up, my words poured out of my lips like sugar into my coffee. "Not yet!" shot Jenny. "You don't want to appear too eager." "But what about your favorite saying that the morning bird gets the worm?" I asked her. "It's the early bird gets the worm," she corrected me with a chuckle. "But anyways, in relationships that is not always the case. You just met her this morning. I wouldn't call her for a day or two." I groaned loudly, "I don't think I can wait that long. She only gave me her work number. If I don't call her today, I'll have to wait until tomorrow." At this point I actually started rising and falling on my toes like I was about to leap into some fray. It felt like that. I wanted to open whatever we had started on the bus. I wasn't willing to wait. I wanted to get going now! "Alright, it's your choice," nodded Jenny as her hands cradled her warm cup of coffee. "I was merely making a suggestion." Then with a little finger wave, she turned and left reminding me we had work to do. I sat at my desk trying to work and not think about Amy for the entire morning. It was hopeless. I have never been fond of romance stories or those people that claimed they fell in love at first sight. I found it to be a bunch of nonsense taught to us by greeting card companies who simply wanted to make money. But something about Amy had already invaded beneath my skin like little tiny fleas making their way to my heart. I couldn't wait. I wouldn't. Lunch time rolled around and I dialed the number on her card. "Amy Drexler's Office, may I help you?" It was the cool professional voice of a secretary and not the one that had poured over me like warmed syrup on the bus. "Ah yea, my name is Paige Stoddard. I'm an acquaintance of hers. May I speak with her please?" I managed to get out without stuttering. Oh God I hope I didn't stutter. "One moment," then the proverbial hold button with music from the 1980's started in my ear. I was becoming more nervous by the minute, my right leg pumping under my desk, up and down, up and down, the knee banging into the underside as it rose. I was starting to feel like my skin was too small for my body and I needed fresh air, not the recycled crap filtered into my office when suddenly the efficient one returned. "I'm sorry but Ms. Drexler is unavailable. May I take a message?" I hadn't planned on that. Unavailable? What did that mean? Did it mean I had read her signals wrong? Was she in a committed relationship? Was she unavailable to me? Would I be forced to think of her only randomly on dark nights as I lay in bed alone? Then I thought wait, she's at work. She's unavailable. Maybe she just can't come to the phone! I breathed an audible sound of relief which I was hoping Ms. No Nonsense would take for breathing. "Certainly, please tell her Paige Stoddard called. I'll give you both my work and home number. Ask her to call me back at her convenience." After the numbers had been given and given back to me so I knew Ms. No Nonsense had them down correctly, I hung up. I was still a bundle of nerves and realized I chewed my nails down to the quick but at least I had taken the first step towards seeing Amy again. Amiable Ch. 03 By the time I crossed the threshold into my small apartment that evening, I was a bundle of nerves. I had always thought the phrase "bundle of nerves" to be quaint and outdated. But in this instance, it was totally on the mark. I was a bundle of nerves. I felt energy coursing through my veins as if I was on a caffeine high. I wanted to go out for a jog but the idea I might miss her call was frightening. Therefore I remained within my stubborn four walls that seemed to be ever encroaching upon me. I paced relentlessly, wondering if perhaps I had been too eager or not eager enough. It was driving me mad, this waiting. Oh I know you are thinking please you just met her this morning and called her this afternoon. Give the girl a break! But in this breakneck speed the world seemed to be spinning in, I was unwilling to wait. I wanted our life together (imagine! I was already planning our life together!) to begin immediately. Every moment that we spent apart seemed a complete waste of time. So what if I was the only one that felt this way? I wanted what I wanted. No one could change that. I managed to cook something tasteless for my supper and choked it down in front of the television where talking heads were discussing the day's events. I was amazed no one mentioned "This just in: Paige met the girl of her dreams on the morning bus. Details to follow." But I suppose my life being mentioned would be a little nerve rattling. And since I was already a bundle of nerves, it would probably spook me so badly I'd climb into bed and drag the covers over my head. Eventually time wound down as time does and 11:00 pm rolled around. I gave a sigh and figured she wasn't going to call, at least not tonight. After carefully brushing and flossing my teeth, I climbed into bed expecting sleep. I didn't expect the phone to ring but it did and I picked it up with a breathless "Hello?" "Hello, it's Amy," said the voice at the other end and I felt a sudden release of knots that had been binding my body. "Hi," was the only thing I could think of saying. It took me a few moments of blinking and unbearable silence before I managed anything else. "I'm glad you called. I've been thinking of you all day." "Have you?" she asked with a laugh that made me melt all over. "I've been thinking of you as well. I hope I didn't wake you?" "Oh no," I reassured her. "I just got into bed." "Really?" there was a soft lilt in her voice then a mischievous "what are you wearing?" "Nothing." It was true, I slept in the nude. "Nothing?" again that slight giggly laugh I found so enchanting as she continued, "Are you...touching yourself?" I hadn't been but as soon as she said the words, my thighs parted and my free hand dived between them, lightly caressing my hairless flesh between my legs. "I am now." "Nice," she whispered, her voice fading as if the mouthpiece of her phone was slipping away. "Me too." "Ohhhh," it came out as a groan from my end, picturing her fingers doing to her what I was doing to myself. My pussy lips became damp at the idea and my fingers sped up their journey over my folds. "I wanna fuck you," she whispered again. I could hear her breathing speeding up as she began to become more aroused. I imagined her hair falling over her eyes as she lost herself in the moment. I pictured her laying there in her cool bed, the sheets caressing her skin as if a lover. I wanted to be that lover. I wanted to be her lover desperately. "The feeling is mutual," I admitted as I rolled onto my belly, giving my fingers greater access as they worked my body up to a feverish pitch. My legs spread eagerly, wantonly, as I moaned against my pillow, the phone headset wedged between my cheek and feathers. I was aching to be held, to be fucked, to feel that sweet release you can only have with another. Self gratification is good and often necessary but bliss is better served in pairs. "Good," she purred, "but for tonight, let's just cum together." "Oh fuck yes, fuck," I whimpered, already so turned on from a day of fantasies about her. My fingers dived inside my wetness as I grew ever closer to my final destination. My thighs were so widely parted that I could rub my sex against the mattress and I did imagining in my overheated brain that the mattress was her. "Mmmm," she purred into the phone. I pictured her own fingers doing what mine were. I pictured her own hairless sex spread open before me, a feast offered for my enjoyment. I closed my eyes and saw her dark hair floating about her face as my lips pressed against her pussy, my tongue glided along her sex, and her juices coated my tongue. I moaned loudly into the phone, knowing she could hear me, knowing I was close. "Now, baby, now," she ordered me. "Oh fuck yes!" screaming as I came, as she asked me too, my juices squirting out over my pressing fingers as I heard her own soft sounds of satisfaction filtering back over to me on the always there phone lines. She wasn't as vocal as me or perhaps it was just the distance between us that made her seem quieter. But I did hear her own release, her own passion as it was spent. And then the phone line became quiet as we both came down from our high, breathing faster, feeling that same sweet bliss. "That was good, baby," she finally muttered and I knew she knew I wished I was there with my face pressed between her legs, licking her up, drinking her honey. I didn't need to say it. She knew. "Now go to sleep, I'll talk to you tomorrow." Then she hung up before I could say another word. A sharp pain stabbed my heart at the sudden emptiness but I knew it would only be short lived. I hung up my receiver and closed my eyes, going to sleep as she had ordered. Amiable Ch. 04 My name is Paige Stoddard and I am a lesbian. Boy that makes it sound like I need to be in Lesbians Anonymous or something but hey I might as well get it out there for the world to see. Yesterday morning there was a surprise twist in my usual routine. I met this hot girl on the bus during my morning commute. She's a lawyer and her name is Amy Drexler. A lawyer is almost as good as a doctor so my mom would be so proud. I spent the entire day working myself into a tizzy waiting for her to call me. I know what you are thinking. I just met her on the morning bus and I wanted her to call me on the same day? Well guess what, she and I are both female so yes we can call on the day we met. So after driving my coworker Jenny bonkers all day, I finally went home and wore a hole in the carpet of my apartment pacing as I waited in vain for the phone to ring. Well not exactly ring, more like beep. Phones don't ring these days which is something I kind of miss although some modern changes are for the best. I was all washed up, teeth brushed and warm between the sheets when the phone finally beeped. Magically, she was at the other end. I tried to sound casual like I had not been waiting all day to hear from her but I am sure she saw right through that subterfuge. We decided to masturbate together and I came so hard I thought I might wake the neighbors with my moans. Apartment walls seem to get thinner the further into the city you live. But I did sleep like a baby after. Now it is the next morning. The sun is shining. Bluebirds are sitting on my windowsill, singing their bluebird songs. A fluffy pink robe drops from the ceiling strategically onto my extended arms as dancing mice lead me to the shower. Alright that didn't happen but it sure felt like I was walking on air. I thought about her as the hot water pelted down upon me in the shower. It was almost a sin to bathe away the scent of our passion but I didn't want to go to work stinking like a whore. So I scrubbed myself clean like a good girl and, still smiling, made myself some toast and coffee for a quickie breakfast before heading to work. Of course the chances of me seeing her this morning were pretty good considering I had met her yesterday on the bus. But I did not remember seeing her on my bus before so perhaps she was not a usual rider of that particular route. I highly doubt I would have overlooked such a vision of godliness on my morning commute. I was aching to see her again, to be able to look into her dark eyes and let her know how much I wanted her. But as Jenny would say good things come to those that wait. Finally dressed, I nearly skipped with glee to the bus top. I was giddy. Now I finally knew what that meant. And I couldn't wipe this silly grin off my face no matter what I tried. When the bus pulled up, my heart did a little flip. I was so desperate to see her that I knew I would be disappointed if she wasn't onboard. So it was with trepidation that I took the steps and managed to climb inside. My eyes scanned the crowd as I tried to look casual and not as if I was some kind of voyeuristic freak. Down the right side and up the left side, my eyes glanced over every occupant of every seat. She wasn't there. I frowned. I actually frowned. My smile turned upside down as I sat in a free seat, my heart falling down to the floor of the bus which was sticky and dirty. Poor heart, it was going to need some heavy duty scrubbing to get clean after slinking around that bus floor. My eyes cast down so no one on the bus could see how truly upset I was I didn't want to see anyone or anything as this moment except the bottom of bottle of Jack Daniels. Life sucks. But the world doesn't stop just because I am in a funk. No, the bus kept rolling and stopping, letting on new passengers, letting off old passengers, as I sighed over and over again, each time getting a bit louder. There was this big pit forming in the base of my stomach and I was afraid by the time I got to work, it would be so heavy I wouldn't be able to stand up and disembark at my stop! Life is so cruel. I was almost about to cry. I swear to God as I am a Pisces so very sensitive. Then I heard her. Her voice was as melodious as I remembered as she bent down and whispered in my ear, "Excuse me, miss. Is this seat taken?" My frown turned back into a smile, a really bright dorky smile that would get me arrested in some states. I lifted my chin as I gazed up into her eyes. "No, I was saving it for you." I slid over to the window and she perched beside me as if she was as light as a feather. If a wind suddenly blew down the corridor of the bus, it would have probably blown her straight out the backdoor. I was tempted to put my hand down on her thigh to hold her in place, like mothers do out of instinct when they stop short at a light and their child is in the seat beside them in the car. But she probably would have thought I was some kind of petting-in-the-bus freak so I resisted the impulse. After all the waiting and hoping and praying, I realized I had nothing to say. Usually I am so prepared with speeches and witty comebacks galore stored up in my mind. But for once I was rendered speechless and just gaped at her. Thankfully I did remember to close my mouth. Finally she broke the omniscient silence that lay between us. "I enjoyed last night," she smiled, leaning forward. Her hair fell over her glasses in that sweet way I was beginning to love as if her hair was trying to hide them for her. "Me too," I sighed, trying not to stammer and sound like an idiot but it was probably too late for that. The bus got incredibly quiet at that moment. It is a pity we can't stop time since the bus kept moving even when we were silent within it. But it kept rolling until it got to her stop. I suppressed a gasp of dismay but she was all smiles. "Meet me tonight at Duritys, 8 pm and don't be late." Duritys was an alternative lifestyle bar that I had sometimes frequented but had lately avoided since it was a sad place to be when you were single. "Yes, ma'am, I will," she was so authoritative that I couldn't seem to avoid calling her ma'am but I did smile to soften the blow. She returned the smile, slipping her right hand between my legs. Her fingers lightly caressed my soft sex through my pants as she gazed deep into my eyes. "This is mine." I wanted her to fuck me right there. My hips rose off the bus seat in need as she so casually touched my pussy. I could feel my juices already rolling to the surface, aching for that volcanic explosion that would allow them to rest finally, having succeeded in their release from their humble home somewhere inside my body but don't ask me exactly where, I am not a doctor. I couldn't resist her. I wouldn't resist her. "Yes, it is yours." She bent in closer, brushing her lips over mine as she whispered, "Good. We understand each other." Then she was gone.