(Mf)
A chance meeting on
the bus can lead to other things
This story is very
loosely based on lots of different conversations overheard on the bus.
Chapter 2
Saturday morning, my mobile phone rings. I don’t recognise the
number so fearing the worst – “Have you had PPI / An accident” – I answer
without giving my name.
“Hello?”
“Is that Billy? It’s Laura”
We exchange the normal ‘how are you’, and so on.
“Would you like to meet up in town, we’re going to the cinema
later?”
“Okay, see you in the food court in the mall? What time?”
“About 2:00?”
“Okay, see you then”
The thought of seeing Laura has raised my spirits. The thought
of seeing and listening to Sally - well it’s a price to pay for seeing Laura I
guess.
All spruced up, I head into town; arriving in the food court
just before 2:00 I can see no sign of Laura. I get a drink and sit down,
looking around all the time. I see Laura with the woman I saw yesterday.
“Blimey, she’s brought her mum to see me” I think, wondering if I can make the
exit before she sees me. Laura waves goodbye to her mum and I hear her say she
will be home at 6:00. And her mum walks off without even seeing me. No Sally,
result!
Laura sees me waves and comes over. She looks really different
to yesterday in jeans and t-shirt. She looks older if anything.
“No Sally?” I ask tentatively, “She has to help her mum on
Saturday; she’ll be along in a while.”
We get some food, we talk about stuff, she confirms her age as
just turned 16.
I ask about Sally, as they seem so different to each other.
Laura explains that they have been best mates since junior school. When Laura
was getting bullied by an older girl in the first year at senior school, Sally
found out and beat up the bully, and made it known, no one touches Laura, and
no one ever did again.
“She sounds tough” I say. Laura goes on to say that Sally’s dad
was abusive, coming home drunk and hitting Sally’s mum. When Sally was 13, she
finally had enough, and beat the crap out of her Dad, hitting him with the
frying pan and putting him in hospital, and he hasn’t dared to come near them
since.
“Bloody hell” I said.
“She looks after me, and wouldn’t let anything bad happen to me”
Laura added
“I’m glad I didn’t upset her then.” I say.
“She sussed you out quite quickly, she wouldn’t have left us
alone if she thought you weren’t okay” Laura smirked and squeezed my hand.
My respect for Sally had gone up immensely. This was not a young
woman to be trifled with.
“Has your mum gone home? I ask, fearful that she might turn up
any moment.
“Bingo”
“Great”, and knowing that her mum wasn’t about to turn up, I
give Laura a cuddle and hold her closely.
As we sit there cuddling, as much as you can do in a food court,
we suddenly hear a familiar voice
“It’s Laz and Bilz,
Biz, no, Baz, no it’ll have to be Bilz!”
“Hi Sally” I say without having to turn round.
“Got room fer a small one” she says
squeezing into a gap that wasn’t there between myself and Laura.
“Shut up Saz!” Laura pleads.
“So how yer doing Bilz?, you looking after our Laz?”
“Shut up! Saz” Laura pleads again.
I look at Sally in a new light, she is actually quite
attractive, and considering the life she had with her dad, maybe her attitude
to life is more easily understood.
Sally squeezes both mine and Laura’s thighs “C’mon then, we
seeing this film or what?”
And off we troop; I am walking in the middle arm in arm with two
lovely looking girls towards the cinema. The girls want to see some soppy chick
flick, and can’t be persuaded to see the action movie I want to see. So I lose
that battle. I pay for all three of us; Laura and Sally load up with enough
food to feed 10 people.
We enter the cinema, I am hoping against hope that Sally doesn’t
decide to sit in the middle. She doesn’t she pushes me into the middle. I do
what I am told.
The trailers begin, and Sally and Laura are talking non-stop,
while I sit there looking bemused. Even though they are chattering, it doesn’t
stop Laura from nuzzling into me and stroking my thigh, quite high up. I have
the biggest bucket of popcorn known to man resting in my lap, and Laura is
gently touching my hardening cock underneath the bucket. Sally is still
gabbling on about something, but she is also gripping my arm a bit tighter, and
starting to nuzzle in from the other side.
Then I feel Sally’s hand on my other leg, running up and down
the outside and then by my knee.
I am now officially petrified. One half of my brain is thinking
“Yay Threesome”, the other half is thinking “I’m
going to be in the middle of a catfight”
Laura whispers in my ear, “It’s okay
Billy, we do lots of things together”
Did she say that? Did I hear that? She must have said or meant
something else. I honestly don’t know at that point.
The main feature starts, and a hand grabs my cock. I am not sure
who it belongs to. I look at Laura and stupidly start counting how many hands I
can see. She has a drink in one hand, and a handful of popcorn in the other.
That is not Laura’s hand moving around on my cock.
“You’re right Laz, it is big” Sally
laughs
“Shut up! Saz”
The hand withdraws, I snuggle as close to Laura as I can within
the confines of separate seats, and as far away from roving hands as I can. Not
far enough, the rogue hand returns for another squeeze and then goes away
again.
Laura reaches down, and her hand runs against my cock. I know it
is hers as I saw her arm move. I feel my zip being undone, and a hand reaches
in and pulls my cock out, as Laura leans across and kisses me.
The popcorn bucket is covering what is going on, as Laura wanks me under it.
I kiss her, and rub her inner thigh her legs part allowing me to
rub across her pussy. It’s not the same with jeans on. She can feel me, I can’t
really feel her. She stops wanking
me, and undoes her jeans and slips them down, and then her hand comes back to
my cock. I now have access to her pussy, and slip my hand into her knickers and
rub across her clit, and poke a finger into her slit. I glance left, and see
that Sally has her hand down her jeans and is frigging herself. The smell of
hot cunt is overpowering, the people close by must be able to smell it, but
they seem engrossed in the film or mainly each other.
“I’m going to cum” I whisper to Laura.
“Oops, I’ve dropped something” Laura says a little too loudly,
and bends down. As she does so her mouth engulfs my cock sending me over the
edge as I cum in her mouth. “There it is” Laura says as she comes back up,
swallowing my cum. Sally meanwhile is cumming herself
in little gasps as she sees her mate swallow my cum. Laura reaches down,
brushing my hand away as she fingers herself to an orgasm.
Sally whispers in my ear “If yer want
a job doing well, do it yerself” and laughs loudly,
with much ‘shushing’ from the other patrons.
“C’mon, this is boring” Sally says, and we rearrange our
clothing and leave, again to much shushing.
“Fancy a burger Bilz?” Sally asks once
we are outside. Considering how much food they have already eaten, just during
the trailers, I am somewhat surprised, but stump up for 3 burgers, fries and
cokes, which seem to disappear remarkably quickly.
“I had better be off home” Laura sighs.
“Oh okay”, I look at my watch it is 5:15, and Laura did tell her
mum she would be home by 6:00.
“I can give you a lift, if you like, I drove here.”
We drive to Laura’s house; well actually we stop two roads away
so her dad doesn’t see her in the car.
Laura leans across, gives me a big hug and kiss, tongues
entwined and breathing heavy.
“See you tomorrow, pick me up here at 11:00.” Laura says as she
gets out
I get out of the car and give Laura another hug. Sally gets out
of the car, and as I let go of Laura she leans in and also gives me a big hug
and kiss, and pokes her tongue into my mouth. She grabs my cock through my
jeans, and whispers, “have a good time tomorrow, don’t do anything I wouldn’t
do”
Sally laughs, links arms with Laura and they walk off laughing.
I don’t quite hear what Sally said, I definitely heard Laura say
“Shut up Saz!”
I drive home confused. At least Sally won’t be there tomorrow,
but there is a little bit of me that is hoping that she might be. “Threesome”
my mind is thinking.
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