13 comments/ 48787 views/ 4 favorites The Bus Journey Ch. 01 By: angel_and_demon 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. Then yesterday it happened! I had sensed her gaze and looked in her direction to find her passionate eyes already there, burning into me. Our eyes locked and we gazed into each other's souls, both seeing what the other knew was already there. A burning desire to end this slow erotic game once and for all. That was yesterday, last night I thought of nothing else. As I lay in bed my fingers quickly began the journey south to where I was already throbbing from the day's pent up frustration, the frustration 'she' had locked into me on all those painful bus journey's. It only took a few quick brushes of my fingertips, while imagining her eyes once again looking at me, to bring me to a shuddering instant climax. And so to today. Obviously I was full of anticipation. Should I just say 'Hi' as she sits down, maybe extend my hand for a handshake? No, No, too formal! A wink, hmmm that may do it... As the bus pulled up at her stop I could already see she was not there! My heart sank. It was the first day in two months that we had not shared the same seat for the half-hour journey to college. That erotically fuelled half hour of sexual tension. I think my head physically sank and I rested my head against the window. "Perhaps she was ill? perhaps she had swapped courses and I would never see her again?", all these things crowded my mind which was spinning with scenarios and accusations. "Why hadn't I acted sooner?" "How could I have been so stupid" I beat myself up with comments and let out a deep sad sigh. "I'm glad you look disappointed" a low husky voice whispered in my ear. Oh my god!!! I didn't need to move my head, I knew, I just knew it was 'her'. "Had she been sitting just behind me the whole time?" "Why hadn't I noticed when I got on the bus?" again my head was filling with questions I couldn't answer. But I didn't need to answer, I felt a finger gently trace the contours from the back of my ear slowly down my neck. I shuddered. Her hand was under my hair, caressing my neck, on a crowded bus at 8am! I was in heaven and only two more stops until campus.... I turned around slightly so I could look at her fully and there she was, grinning as she gave me a playful wink! * Please leave me feedback, as if you like my story I will continue - hey, it gets better at the Campus! The Bus Journey Ch. 02 This is the second chapter... I would advise you to read the first before this one as that was the build up to this story. Okay, so if you have read the first part of this story you will know that for the last two months I have been slowly and exquisitely tortured by a young beauty sitting silently and yet erotically next to me on our bus ride to campus. Let me continue from where the bus pulled into campus, the first day when I heard her voice and felt her touch for the first time... Her fingers continued to probe gently under my hairline. I could feel her fingertips tracing through the fine baby hairs at the back of my neck as they tingled and stood on end. I shuddered. I took a nervous look around, thinking "God, I hope nobody could see this!" A couple behind were chatting and across the aisle, an elderly lady was reading a book and behind her a man was staring out of the window, his eyes glazed, thinking far away thoughts. We were being blissfully ignored, so I let my head drop backwards, closed my eyes, relaxed and enjoyed the sensations. How long this continued for I do not know, was it seconds, or minutes? I have no idea. I had been moved to a higher level of consciousness; all that mattered was the feather touch of her fingertips and the pulses that they created. The bus began pulling on its brakes and I jolted up, realising we were approaching the drop off point. I began collecting up my folder and books and eased out of the seat, walking towards the front of the bus as it was slowing down. I seized this opportunity to walk as seductively as I could. I swung my hips out and arched my back, making my ass jut out slightly at the back. I was putting on an act for her and I prayed that she was watching and enjoying the show. The bus ground to a halt and the doors swung open. I hopped down the step and instead of automatically walking off to the left. I turned to face the bus and stood, waiting. She bounded down the steps, grinning and seemed to bounce the four or five paces between the bus and myself. My eyes lowered to the floor, unsure of what to say. I could feel her close to me and lifted my head to see her gazing into my eyes, with her pale blue's sparkling, so alive and mischievous. Her arm extended and she linked it into my as she started to walk. I could do nothing but follow along with her as if we had been close friends for years! We, skipped is the only word to describe it, off to the right, towards the science blocks. " Hello baby, I'm Gemma by the way." she giggled, "You do want to come with me, don't you?" she said as she suddenly stopped walking. "Err Hello Gemma, I am Stacey, Stacey Williams, errm I need to get to class, and its over the other side of the campus." "Well, hello Stacey Williams!" she laughed, and I grimaced in embarrassment, realising how formal I was being. "Its okay." she said gripping my arm tightly against hers. I then realised our arms were still entwined and I couldn't stop myself extending my hand up so my fingers brushed against her bare defined bicep. I couldn't help but let my fingers feel the muscles, squeezing and caressing her there before realising she was still talking but smirking at me in amusement. My mind had blocked out any other senses other than that of the feel of her warmth against me, her skin against mine. "What is happening to me?" " Yes, I couldn't help myself earlier, I so needed to touch you too." She said in answer to my still moving fingers. "I am just going to show you where I will be at lunch, I'd like to meet you there so we can have a proper chat... If you want to of course?" she added I looked into her eyes and smiled. A smile that must have said it all and she gripped my arm again and off we walked. It was an area of the campus I had not been before, no need as I was not taking any science classes. I was impressed; there were some gorgeous Art Deco sculptures out in front of the main buildings. I took in the new surroundings with interest and we past through that section and down a little enclosed walkway, we entered out into a beautiful courtyard, filled with blooming flowerbeds and Weeping Willow trees. "Meet me here at one!" she smiled and with that turned, and skipped off, her mini skirt flipping up baring her pure white thighs to me as she leaves me standing there, staring after her. I look at my watch and realise I have 5 minutes to get to class; "I am going to be SO late!" The lecturer is so pissed at me, class had begun and the door closed by the time I got over to my side of the campus and I had to shuffle in & sit at the back, apologising as I went. He did not look happy. It didn't help that my mind kept wandering all through his lecture. I was thinking of Gemma, "Gemma!" it sounds so strange to be saying her name, a name until an hour ago I had not known. I wondered what we would talk about, whether she would touch me again. Oh how I longed to feel her fingers caressing me again. "I wish that damn clock would move!" I shouted in my head. The lecturer had obviously seen me daydreaming and spent the rest of the lesson picking on me to answer mindless questions. Oh how I longed for one o'clock. When it came, I literally sprinted from the classroom and out across campus. I found the spot easily enough and entered the courtyard and looked around for Gemma. The place was so crowded, groups crowed around benches chatting and loudly sharing jokes, students lounged around on the grass, snacking at sandwiches and cola. Under the Weeping Willows groups of girls sat idly gossiping amongst themselves. There I saw Gemma. She was sat with a group of girls under one of the Weeping Willows, she was laughing at some joke or other, pulling her head back in a show of natural laughter. She must have seen me from the corner of her eye and waved me over. This was going to be difficult, I had expected we would be alone! Gemma quickly introduced me to her friends, telling them we'd been friends since high school and they all easily made me feel welcome immediately. I sat back on the grass next to Gemma and relaxed a little. This was nice, not what I had been daydreaming about at all, but it was nice all the same. Gemma learned back, stretched out so that she was lying stretched full out on the grass, propping herself up on her elbows and leaning slightly so that she was nearly touching me. I could feel her body heat between us; we were that close and it was hard to keep my mind on the conversations of the group. Gemma idly passed me her can of coke, asking if I wanted some and giving me a sly look as she said it. She licked her lips and brought the can up to my mouth, fully aware that she had had her own sweet lips there only seconds earlier. I looked down at the can looming towards my mouth and I could see her cherry red lipstick in a kiss around the top. I brought my lips down on that lipstick kiss and savoured the cola and then passed it back, watching her take a long slow drink also. "Oh this Gemma is such a big tease." I thought as I watched her carefully run her tongue across her pouting lips. Her friend Ashley was asking me about my Major and I was just beginning to answer when I jolted upright and then had to straighten myself quickly. Gemma had rested her hand over mine and squeezed gently. It was like a jolt of electricity coursing through my body and I struggled to regain my composure and fill Ashley in on the details of my studies! After I'd finished talking and Ashley had returned her attention to a new couple who had joined the group, I looked down at Gemma, ready to chastise her, but she was now fully sprawled out on the grass with her eyes shut, enjoying the midday sun. She must have sensed me looking and her eyes opened, fully locking onto mine and she grinned, gesturing for me with a nod of her head to lie down also. I looked at the others, who had now begun discussing the forthcoming Summer Ball with the new comers and had moved slightly further away, so I slumped down and propped myself up in close next to Gemma. "I can't describe the feelings I get when I am close to you, Stacey, from that first time on the bus, I, I don't know but I just had to stay close to you, this feels so right." Gemma whispered close to my ear. "I, errr, I feel the same way, Gem..." "Aaaaghhhh!" I squealed as I felt a finger flick past my already erect nipple, sending pulses racing directly to my pussy. "Ants!" Gemma said, to the group as she saw them looking over. "You big baby!" she directed to me, while playfully rolling me over & tickling me. I so wanted her to straddle me, pin my arms down and bring those baby lips down upon mine. I lay there contemplating this as the breeze blew through the soft branches of the Weeping Willow and the sun shone down caressing my face with it's rays. Now, I don't know about you but the feel of a warm sun on my skin always, and I mean always, gets me incredibly horny and this was no exception. This coupled with the immense feeling of bliss I was receiving just from being close to Gemma, let along having her tickle me, was all just too much. Well, that's was it, the feel of her rolling my body over on the soft grass, the playfulness of her tickles, I had a mini orgasm there and then to the sound of Gemma laughing as she toyed with me. She dropped her body and semi rolled over so that we were now lying up close to each other and she dropped her head and whispered in my ear as she pushed at my hand and I felt something being forced into my fingers. "This is my address, Stacey, please come over after college, I would really like to get to know you better. At about 8, my parents will be out all evening." she added. I just smiled in between blushes; I understood that we both wanted the same thing and that we would not be watching TV all night! I must have looked redder than a tomato! I smiled again and nodded affirmative as the group broke up and it was apparent that everyone was going back to classes. 8 o'clock came eventually, I had been stood on the corner for 15 minutes not wanting to look too eager and yet needing to be there, close. The road was empty, I had seen nobody since I had arrived and for some reason I kept looking down at the piece of paper, making sure I had the right address. I had. It was time. I walked as boldly as I could up the driveway (even though I was shaking like the proverbial leaf!) and rang the doorbell. I could literally hear her running down the stairs and to the door and it flung open to reveal Gemma, dressed as usual in her trademark red plaid mini and tight skinny rib. My eyes darted down to her pert little breasts, which seemed so erect as the close material confined them so and then I looked back to her face to see her smiling. Her hand was outstretched and I took her hand as she escorted me like an old friend, into her house. She led me into the kitchen where she plonked herself down on a bar stool, and again my eyes dropped to witness her skirt rising and framing her taught thighs. "God, she must think I'm such a pervert!" I scolded myself as I forced myself to look away and take in the surroundings. I sat on the stool next to her and she handed me a Budweiser. "You don't mind drinking from the bottle do you?" she asked as she took a big swig from her own. I answered by taking my own sip and then another, and another. I needed the Dutch courage! Confident from the alcohol I looked deep into her eyes and placed my hand on top of hers. " You, errr, you do something funny to me." I tried to get out what I was worried about. "Funny?" she looked puzzled now I smiled " errm I just feel so... so .... Warm inside, when you are near me." I eventually stammered out. "Stacey, you are so sweet! You make me feel like that too, why do you think I wanted you to come here tonight. I could not wait until Monday to see you again!" she said as she enclosed my hand with her free one. Her fingers began caressing my hand; her lower one was cupping mine tightly while the upper hand was lightly touching every inch of skin. Along my fingers they etched, across my hand, over my wrist and they glided up and down my arm. My breathing seemed to have stopped and it was coming in irregular bursts or gasps of air. I gulped, my mouth was dry, and she was doing things to my body that I have never felt before. My arm was now covered in tiny goose bumps as she dropped off the stool still holding my hand firmly. I was still sat on the bar stool as she began walking way. I was not fully conscious of the situation, my head was spinning with thoughts of "Oh my god, that feels so good!" " What is she doing to me?" "Why can I not think straight?" LOL I suddenly realised that she was in motion and I was still seated just at the moment when her movements caused my upper body to follow hers and the stool to fall away beneath me. She looked over her shoulder, smiled, all along still leading me, out of the kitchen and towards the stairs. Her eyes were burning into mine and I could not draw mine away from her gaze. " Please come with me, Stacey." Gemma said softly as she led me up to her bedroom. .... To be continued! Please, please vote or leave a comment - If I don't know you like what I am writing then I won't continue! The Bus Journey Ch. 03 This is the Third Chapter... I would strongly advise you to read the first two before this one as that will build you up nicely to this part of the story. Okay, so if you have read the first two chapters of this story you will know that for the last two months I have been slowly and exquisitely tortured by a young beauty sitting silently and yet erotically next to me on our bus ride to campus. We have now talked, introduced ourselves, flirted and today she invited me over to her house. Let me continue as Gemma leads me up the stairs of her parent's house, up into the unknown... Her hand tightly held mine, urging to follow, guiding me up the stairs. I looked up, staring at her hand grasping mine, her light soft skin so gentle guiding me like a spirit guide into the unknown. Her seductive hips swaying left to right, and with each movement of her legs onto the higher step, the revealing of soft white flesh, such smooth milky thighs leading up, up, up. "Oh my mind is on over drive," Stacey thought to herself, her mind racing, confused, erratic in its thought processes. She pulled at Gemma's hand. " W w wait... I... don't think I can do this," I stammered as I sat down on the stair. Gemma stepped down also and sat on the stair below me, still holding onto my hand and gently stroking it in reassurance. "Shhhh, it's okay baby, I only want this if you do also, I'm sorry, I just thought... I don't know, I just thought you felt the same as me?" Gemma said as she gazed up into my eyes. I gazed back, my own stare drowning in her deep blue pools of intenseness. She looked down, hurt. "I do, I... I really do, my whole body is telling me to follow you up the stairs, but... but it's not right is it? This... I mean us, two girls and..." Gemma didn't let me finish, her eyes shot upward and locked onto mine and the look seemed to intensify. I saw her lips curve into an enigmatic smile and she "Shhhh'ed" again and held my hand tightly in her two. She seemed to be pondering this problem, as she looked deep into my soul and for some reason I just could not look away from her stare. "I believe in fate, Stacey, fate brought us together on that bus journey, a journey I have traveled many times alone. You came along and my world changed! This, you, today, it just all seems so natural to me. Tell me, how can that be so wrong?" Gemma's words seemed hypnotic as our eyes melted together and I nodded in agreement. Every fibre in my body wanted to continue up the stairs and now, hearing her say what I had also been thinking, how being with her seemed like it was meant to be, I stood up and pulled her up alongside me. Gemma smiled and slowly nodded "yes" and once again took the lead, guiding me up the stairway. As they reached the top of the stairs, Gemma turned left and dropping Stacy's hand, she opened a dark mahogany door. Stacey watched as the other girl disappeared through the door and then turned swiftly to flash that gorgeous smile and beckon her new friend with her long index finger. Stacey followed. THUD. I didn't have time to even enter the room, it happened in a split second, I was pushed backwards against the closing door and pinned against the now shut door by Gemma's outstretched arms. It all happened so quickly, Gemma had spun around and was the attacker, using her strong athlete's arms to hold me tightly with my arms spread-eagled against the door. But I felt no fear, only pure exhilaration as Gemma stood motionless, now seemingly shy and unsure of what to do. Her eye's were burning into mine again, them both drowning in the pools of lust. Gemma leaned forward ever so slowly and tentatively placed a single soft kiss upon my eager and waiting lips. "Wow", I smiled and licked my lips seductively, tasting the kiss, tasting Gemma. Her eyes glazed in passion and spurred on with encouragement she came in again, faster and harder than before, grinding her lips into her bus journey companion. I was no passive victim, how could I stop myself? I began kissing back just as lustfully, my tongue lapping at the lips as they came in for another kiss, darting into Gemma's mouth and playfully wrestling with the smaller agile little tongue I found there. I manage to free an arm and reach forward to a handful of Gemma's hair and tug her head backwards, exposing her sleek defined neck and nuzzling the warm softness found there. Smelling her, licking the creases in the skin formed as the head is held back in place. A low moan escapes Gemma's lips as my kisses touch the sensitive erogenous areas and I can feel the vibration of the moan through my lips. "Wow" I mouth, still with my mouth searching all around her taught neck. In return, her neck now writhing against my tongue. I push her backwards, towards the single bed I can see against the far wall. I am now in control and Gemma realises it. She smiles up at me and we kiss again, a gentle reassuring kiss, letting each other know that it is only play fighting. And with that I push hard and she slumps backwards onto the bed with a thump and I pounce on top of her, straddling her waist with my legs locking her arms and this time pinning her down. She smiles in her defeat, an even bigger grin as I start to rock my hip and wiggle down slightly so that my pussy is humping her mound. She was right, this is so natural, I can't stop my body; as if it is on Autopilot it has taken control of the moment as I grind into my prey. "Oh yes baby, you know what I want" Gemma panted and I threw my head back as the rhythm developed and I could feel the wetness in my panties. "I want you so much, Gemma," I whispered "Let me up then, I would so like to see you properly" Gemma replied "Huh? You can see me properly, I'm right here in front of you" I teased "... Naked" Gemma said in a throaty deep voice, as her cheeks and neck reddened. I let go of my hold and allowed her upright and she led me off the bed so we were both stood facing one another. She unbuttoned my blouse slowly, never letting her eyes leave mine. I looked down and saw my pink lacey bra poking out from the opened shirt, my abs exposed below and her hand now working on the buttons of my jeans. With a swift hand movement she was pushing the jeans down and it was now my turn to redden as my pink panties came on display. She stood back slightly and was looking me up and down, her mouth in that permanent beaming grin, her eyes darting backwards and forwards from my firm 34C bra encased breasts to my pink panties with the little tufts of my jet black hair visibly poking through the lace in places. Her skirt was now on the floor, to my amazement and shock revealing her panty less pussy to me. Displaying her neatly trimmed Auburn fluffy mound. She leaned backward using her firm ab muscles allowing her soft puffy lips to be exposed to me. My heart was beating like a big bass drum. "Bang, Bang, Bang, Bang" the thudding continued As I looked up to smile my approval to her, I noticed something was wrong. In that split second time had stood still, Gemma was motionless. She had a look of horror on her face. Why had she suddenly changed? "What had I done wrong? Did she not want this?" I was confused. Then it dawned on me in the same instant that I heard voice shouting: " You messy little creep, Gem, can't you clear anything up." A female voice chastised. I realised that the banging was not my racing heart, but someone bounding up the stairs, up the stairs towards the bedroom, the bedroom where we both stood in stages of undress. I realized all this in the same instant that the bedroom door flew open and the words " anything up" trailed off and there was silence. A girl of about 24 was stood in the doorway, a slightly older looking carbon copy of Gemma. She had the same "Deer in the headlights" look on her face as Gemma just had. "Oh my god" I thought as I gulped down my very dry throat. At that same moment, Gemma seemed to have returned to her senses and began speaking. The moment seemed to last an eternity. Me, exposed, Gemma even more so to this figure in the doorway. "What's up Sis? We are just getting ready for the game tonight, we're cheering on the Wildcats later and thought we'd change first before we meet up with Pen and Julie." She coolly informed the elder girl. Her sister looked first at Gemma and then across to me and I could feel her brain trying to piece together what it was seeing with what she was hearing. As her eyes strayed to me I felt her eyes travel my body stopping momentarily at the junction between my legs and then again at my exposed bra. Did I see a faint smile cross her lips? As she then looked back at Gemma who was now pulling up a pair of panties from an open drawer and the sister continued with her rant... "You left one hell of a mess downstairs in the kitchen! Make sure you clean it up when you have... umm... finished up here" she said in more of a playful, than authoritative tone. "Okay, Okay Tracey, I will don't panic!" Gemma replied "Well, it's ME who will get the flack when the folks return, so come on Gem, help me out a bit and you'll find I help you in return" Tracey said gently and looked towards me as she finished the sentence. Then as she left through the door shouted out " Enjoy yourselves... later" Gemma and Stacey looked at each other and burst into a fit of giggles, more through shock than amusement and they drew up to each other in a comforting embrace. "Err does she know about you? Know that you prefer girls, Gemma? I asked Gemma raised her eyebrows and shook her head in the negative, then laughed and added "But I guess she does now!" "We are pretty close, considering the age gap, she's cool, I think she will be okay about it." I learned in and kissed her softly, just to ease the situation but she returned back with the passion of earlier and within seconds hands were searching everywhere. My bra was on the floor and as we embraced our now bared nipples rubbed against each other sending shockwaves straight through my body to explode in a burst of fireworks in my clit! I pulled at the fresh panties, eager to see that pussy, eager to touch it, to lick it, to suck it, to taste it. Gemma was all that I wanted now. I had laid her back on the carpet and I was now between her thighs. I pushed them further apart with my own legs and received the full visual feast of her delightfully full and open pussy. Her outer lips were so fat and puffy. All dark pink and engorged with blood, her clit was so prominent, like a mountain peak at the head of a beautiful pink valley. It was huge, I had to suck on it, lap at it, but then I saw the river running out at the base of the valley! Again I swallowed a gulp and dived into heaven. Instinctively I headed straight for her furry mound, nuzzling the soft downy hair with my nose, taking in her scent at the same time. It intoxicated me, sent my brain into spirals of thought that short-circuited my brain; all I knew was that I had to taste the source of that wonderful drug that was enticing me so. I tentatively opened my mouth and lowered my tongue onto her clit. I felt it shudder beneath my tongue, which automatically caused a power surge directly to my own clit, which twitched in anticipation. Gemma's hands were all over my ass, stroking, separating the cheeks, kneading the flesh. "Oooooo" I could not suppress my groans, which spurred Gemma into gliding my own panties down and allowing her fingers to find my wetness. Her fingers worked on my pussy lips, I felt two or three fingers running from my slit up and over my throbbing clit, circling through my black pubic hair and then down again. Each journey slowly pushing the lips apart, their wet slickness forcing them back together again with each rub. I mirrored her actions with my tongue. Lapping up the full length of her pussy. Each time I found her slit I was rewarded with a pool of warm fresh honey. The taste was awesome, my first taste of pussy, my first taste of heaven. I could not get enough; I lapped and lapped, flattening my tongue wide and flat to get maximum exposure from her nectar. Her thighs pressed against my head now, her athlete's legs pinning me down, forcing me to complete the job. I felt her finger penetrate my pussy and I ground down onto it, needing her so bad now, needing to be filled, my pussy dripping in anticipation of its fuck. I bucked my hips, urging her to fuck me and in response she slid her thumb in next to her finger and pounded me. "Arrrhhhh, god, Gem, that feels so good" I panted in between licks. She had started a rhythm with her finger fucking now and I responded by forcing my tongue into her eager opening. I could feel the hot juices running down the sides of her pussy, onto my waiting tongue which lapped at her from the insides, tickling the ridges and bumps inside her pussy and causing her to start jerking around on the bed. Her thighs kept up their death grip on my head with allowed me to up the pace and force my tongue deeper with each thrust. My lips bashing against her pussy lips which each fuck. She was groaning like crazy now, her ass rising from the bed suspending her in the air as I plundered her pussy with my tongue. I used my hands to up the experience for her, my left finding her pert breast, which I kneaded (and needed!) fingering her rock hard nipple, strumming it with my finger and thumb while my right hand explores her ass, stroking the line from her slit through her cheeks and back again. Back and forth, back and forth my fingers go. Speeding up now and hers are now on the back of my head, urging me to finish her, pressing me down further. "Please baby, please Stacey, Oh my God, Please" Gemma is begging now I rise up slightly and envelope her clit with my hot sticky mouth, and suck, suck her whole clit deep into my mouth. I feel the hood retract and I lave the little bud madly with my tongue until she shudders and shudders again, wrapping her whole legs around me, her feet crossed behind my head while her pussy bucks up and down in response to the orgasm ripping through her cunt. I feel a gush of juices splash over my face, so warm and fragrant. I softly draw my tongue up and down her now hard, fully engorged pussy lips, gently licking at the juices, savouring every last drop until she is all clean and finally spent. Gemma tugs at my shoulders and draws me up next to her and we embrace, hold each other like we have done this a million times before. We kiss softly and she licks my lips, tasting her own cum on my lips and she smiles. "Now it is your turn, honey, and I wanna taste you!" she whispered as she eases her way down my body, taking in the sight as she goes. First she explores my tits, running her hands first from one breast and then the other and then pushing both up together so that she can take both nipples into her mouth at once. Nibbling on them, grazing her teeth across the sensitive buds. I am moaning already, the intensity of pleasure coursing through my body is like nothing I have ever experienced before. My pussy is crying out for the feel of her mouth. I want to feel her tongue licking at my pussy. I idea of it does not scare me at all; just as me licking her pussy had been the most natural thing in the world to do. I could stay between her legs for the rest of my life. My thoughts were fuelling my desires and I found myself bucking my mound up and down, urging Gemma to give it some attention. She noticed and flashed that beaming smile again, winked, and lowered herself between my thighs. First she went lower, teasing, licking my thighs first on one side and then on the other before making the journey up and making a long sweeping wet lick across my now soaking pussy. I shuddered at the first touch and closed my eyes in sexual bliss as she lapped at me. I could feel my abdominal muscles contracting and I held my breath as she took me on wave upon wave of pleasure. I could feel her fingers pulling at my lips, stretching my inner lips out and rubbing them together between her fingers. She was exploring my most intimate places, taking in every inch of me. I felt a touch on my clitoris and a gush of juices left me in response to that one touch. She fingered my clit, letting it rotate in motion with her fingers. I groaned out loud again and she took this as encouragement and pressed harder, rotating my clit faster now. I let my abs relax and pushed her head down and as her fingers tweaked my clit her lips took my pussy lips into her hot eager mouth and she sucked them up, lapping out at my gushing slit every time she heard a moan escape from me. Which was a lot! She had slowed down the administrations on my clit, teasing me, making me wait. I was so close now, I so needed a release, and I needed to cum. I used my legs to flip Gemma to the side and managed to catch her off guard and flip her over. Now I was on top! She smiled and flicked out her tongue, making an erect phallic and I smiled back as I lowered my pussy onto her. I was riding her tongue now, as she kneaded my ass in her hands, her index finger caressing my sensitive anus, around and around, just teasing the little hole and making me whimper in ecstasy. Her tongue slips out and she laps vigorously at me now, and I am grinding my pussy against her mouth, her nose, and her face. My head flays back, my back arches and "Aaaarrrghhhhh" Oh my God, such a release as I shudder against Gemma's open mouth and she plants little butterfly kisses down on my still convulsing pussy. Gemma and Stacey gaze intently into each other's eyes, both seeing the pure love that awaits on the other side, both smile and envelope each other in a loving embrace. The snuggle up next to each other on the single bed and wrap arms and legs around each other, both not wanting to let go of the other. With both not needing to speak, both just basking in the afterglow of blissful sex. Gemma falls asleep first. Although the urge to sleep is great, I lie there and cannot take my eyes off of this beautiful sleeping beauty. My sleeping beauty I have just made love to, and her to me. I savour the moment, watching her bare breasts rise and fall in time to her peaceful sleeping. Her pure relaxed face mesmerizes me and I am not sure for how long I had been watching or she had been sleeping. All I knew was that I had a desperate urge to pee! I untangled myself from her embrace and make my way to the en-suite. It is a large open plan bathroom with another door directly opposite, I guess leading to another bedroom. A tub against one wall, a shower cubicle in the other and as I turn a corner I see the toilet hidden behind a low dividing wall. I sit down and relax and the flow begins. Directly opposite the wall is mirrored and I can see myself reflected. My dark hair all tangled, my face still flushed. I smile as I remember what an unbelievable day this has been. As I sit, still peeing and contemplating the day's events, still staring at myself in the mirror, I am distracted by a slight movement to my left, away from the mirror. I turn my head, and there leaning against the second bathroom door is Tracey, Gemma's elder sister! I feel my face burning with embarrassment and my mouth drop as if to speak, but unable. She just smiles back. "Oh I do love to watch a girl pee, especially one as beautiful and naked as you" Tracey whispered. Again my mouth remains open, I gulp, and try again, but remain mute. "I heard you had such a good time with my sister... at the game!" she mocked "These walls are very thin you know" she continued and nodded in the direction of the bedroom where Gemma lay. She was walking towards me now and I stood up. Embarrassed by my nakedness, and the fact she was getting nearer to me, I looked around for a towel or anything to hide my exposure. As I moved towards a towel rail I felt a single drop of my pee dripping down my leg and as I looked towards Tracey, her eyes were already upon it and her tongue was already slowly licking her lips. The Bus Journey Ch. 03 "Gemma is such a deep sleeper, you know" Tracey said in a matter of fact way, adding, "I heard you two, I heard my sister's ecstasy!" I didn't know what to say, I had wrapped the towel around me now and felt less exposed and more able to speak. "Please don't tell on her, this was our first time, we love each other, we... we" I didn't know what else to say. She smiled. "I am curious, when I first saw you both naked in her room, you, you in your underwear, I just had to look at you. I thought you looked stunning and I was jealous of my sister. I think if you were to come into my room and tire me out in such a way, then there will be nothing for me to tell, now will there?" Tracey cocked her head, waiting for an answer. She began unbuttoning her blouse in front of me and then turned and disappeared into her bedroom... ... to be continued? Maybe... Please add a comment and let me know if it is worth a continuation!