Date: Wed, 2 Jul 2008 00:31:12 -0700 (PDT)
From: Name Name <samajasan@yahoo.com>
Subject: Honest

I yawned as I climbed aboard the bus. It was way too fucking early for
this. I could have taken Drawing as my elective, but no, Geology sounded
interesting, and I'd get to go on an awesome field trip! What fun! Too bad
it left school at fucking midnight so we could get an "early start" at
wherever the hell we were going.

At least I managed to grab a window seat near the back. I tossed my duffel
bag with everything I'd need for today and tomorrow under the seat in front
of me, then went about the all-important process of avoiding eye contact
with just the right people. There was another good idea, taking a class
with none of my friends in it. Great plan there, Tina.

The bus was only about half full, so I managed to be one of the lucky ones
with both seats to myself, so I got ready to - no wait. Of course, just as
the bus is pulling out one last person gets on. And of course, just my
luck, this pale-as-paper goth chick with occult earrings plops down into
the seat next to me, giving me the gracious "raised eyebrows" of greeting
before putting in her earbuds and leaning back her seat the full two inches
to sleep.

Sleep. That was the name of the game. Everywhere I looked people had
pillows out, and the bus lights were set on "mood" or whatever they called
it when they were just bright enough to let you get to the state-of-the-art
bathroom. So, I joined with the crowd and leaned back against the window as
the bus pulled its way onto the interstate.

I was jarred awake what felt like seconds later as the bus hit a bump. I
looked down at my watch. Goddamn it, just after 1. I looked around me as I
sat up, stretching my arms. Everyone I could see was still peacefully
slumbering, except a few people could hear talking well in the front of the
bus. Cursing silently under my breath, I laid back down.

My eyes wouldn't close. You know, when you know you should sleep but you
just lay there and your brain goes through every thought it possibly can to
avoid shutting down? Well I was there. And of course, whenever that happens
to me when I'm trying to sleep...

Fuck. My nipples were hard.

Now I was horny, and I'm not talking roll-over-and-get-over-it horny, I
mean some serious need-some-release-or-I'm-gonna-explode. No thoughts or
fantasies associated with this one, just some good old-fashioned
evolutionary-remnant need-to-fuck impulse. Normally I'd proceed to...you
know...until my sweat made me shiver from exerting so much, but I was on a
crowded bus and...

And I started thinking, as your brain often does when under the control of
other impulses than reason. Well, everyone was asleep, after all. I lifted
myself up a little to surreptitiously check all around me, you know, just
in case. Not a soul. And my neighbor, well she wasn't responding to the
hand-wave-over-face check. And I WAS horny as all fuck...

I didn't start out too strong. Just a little bit of squeezing the breasts,
playing with my erect nipples. It felt so good. I think I may have let a
little bit of gasping out, but there was a lot of ambient noise so that
seemed fine.

But this was making me hornier than ever, so I slowly inched my left hand
from the armrest under the window until it was lightly stroking the front
of my mesh gym shorts. They were the yellow school ones from track a few
years back that I always meant to throw away for being too small but
somehow always ended up wearing. Below those were the cotton panties and
below that...well, we'd get to that soon enough wouldn't we.

I began to rub slowly in circles, looking up briefly to once again check
that no one was awake or watching. Some part of me knew that this was too
risky, but every other part of me was clutching my breast and biting my lip
as I rubbed my crotch slowly.

I could feel myself getting slightly moist, so I slowly slid my hand up to
my bellybutton and then slowly back down, but this time not on top of my
shorts. I closed my eyes and arched my back a little as I slid my middle
finger in between the folds to just barely touch my already enlarged
clit. I smiled and licked my lips as I began to rub it.

Sometimes I picture myself fucking some faceless guy as I masturbate, but
this time I was just enjoying the sensations. Every vibration of the bus
pulsed through me tenfold. So, checking every minute or so, it wasn't long
before I was rubbing much faster.

I kept my mouth firmly clamped shut, but I was breathing through my nose
harder than a racehorse as I flicked my clit back and forth until -

I was almost there. I was so close. And that's when gothie adjusted herself
and fell sideways...until she was sleeping on my shoulder.

I froze. I must have sat there, with my pussy quivering beneath my
stone-still hand, for about five minutes, not daring to breathe. It took me
a few minutes to even be brave enough to determine that she was still
asleep. So of course, I stopped what I was doing and went back to sleep
like a smart girl.

Hah.

I mean, come on. I was right there, and she was still asleep after
all. Nothing was different. Except that I had a girl laying on me while I
masturbated. So maybe it was the horniness, or the lack of sleep, or just
plain stupidity, but...I continued.

I kept it slow at first, just lightly massaging it until it was almost too
sensitive to touch. But it wasn't long before I was (more quietly) rubbing
my pussy like a drunk would a lotto ticket until...

There it was. I tried to stay as still and quiet as possible, but I know I
was probably shivering and twitching with every pulse of orgasm that ran
through me. I bit my lip as hard as I could as I held my soaking pussy
until finally I stopped cumming.

So THAT"S when I slowly withdrew my hand and surreptitiously wiped it off,
pushing off my neighbor so I could get back to sleep. Right?

Heh. I...ok I don't wish that had happened, but I probably would have then.

I guess I had been really in the mood. I don't know. All I do know is that
when I opened my eyes again, I noticed a hand clutching my thigh. Needless
to say, I was a bit confused by this. So, I traced the hand back up to the
inevitable wrist, then the elbow, and then the shoulder. Just for fun I
followed the other arm down until it disappeared in between the folds of
her skirt.

I felt the other girl softly place her lips on my earlobe and slowly start
to suck on it. I closed my eyes and, despite myself, smiled.

"Now, hold up", I hear you crying. "Do you honestly expect us to believe
this? We'll accept the public masturbation, and maybe the fact that she
started doing it, but that you, a completely straight girl, would actually
start to enjoy this and would not, in fact, push her off roughly?" And I
know, you're right. I was completely straight and I totally would have. But
I am not one of those girls who cums and just turns off; when I get turned
on I stay turned on no matter what. So, if right then it had been a dog
licking me that way I would have responded the same way. I was so geared up
I would fuck anything that moved.

So, anyways, where was I? I had just finished masturbating, I noticed the
other girl...oh right, she was licking my ear, right? Ok.

I was getting tingles up and down my spine as she sucked my ear. I could
see her rubbing herself harder as she squeezed my thigh harder. She started
whispering something in my ear, in Japanese from what I assumed she was
(I'm white, I honestly can't tell asians apart. It's not racist, it's
true).

Now at this point I was incredibly turned on again. I was no longer
thinking in the slightest but just going with what was happening. Jesus
Christ himself could have walked into the bus and told me he needed to see
me, and I would have told him to fuck off and that he's just have to
wait. So, I did what any of you would have done in the same situation. I
reached down again.

And that's when a brilliant plan hit me. I mean, her hand was already down
there...and it'd be a shame to waste so much good massaging...

So what? So I moved her hand just a few inches. That does not make me gay!
I just thought that, you know, it might help her out if I...ok so I don't
have a good excuse for it but I'm still not gay! She was still above the
fabric, after all.

After about a minute of her rubbing both of us I realized how rude it was
of me to make her do all the work. It wasn't that it turned me on, honest!
I just felt that I could at least be polite and do the same for her.

So that's how I ended up with my hand down another girl's skirt. She
grabbed it gently and guided it to her own "special place", where I
proceeded to rub it as if it were my own. She was still sucking and
nibbling gently on my earlobe as I started to rub her pussy.

Now this girl was all about the secrecy. While still masturbating me with
her right hand she rolled over a little and slid her hand up my shirt so
she could start squeezing my tits.  I looked around, but everyone around
was still safely asleep, so I laid back and continued to enjoy myself.

Now this was all well and good. We were both just, you know, helping each
other out. It wasn't anything I couldn't have done on my own, it just felt
somehow better when another person was doing it. But I had to draw the line
when she pushed my underwear to the side. I mean, her fingers touching my
bare pussy just made it a little too real. So I pulled head away from her
and turned to tell her to back up.

And she kissed me! Yeah, in retrospect it seemed really obvious that this
is what would happen, but there's no way I could have seen that coming,
right? Well it would have been rude to push her off, so I just sort of let
it happen. And I made sure her tongue never entered my mouth...by keeping
mine in hers. Just think of it as an offensive defense.

And with that distraction she had been able to keep her hand where it
was. I couldn't exactly stop her now, after she had been doing it that
long. And...like I said I didn't want to be rude...so I slowly pulled my
hand up and pushed it under her silk panties.

Now I'm not entirely sure how we started fingering each other, or who did
it first. We were both fairly wet and slips happen, you know? But somehow
both of us got inside each other and started...well, you know what.

We were both keeping fairly quiet, trying not to move too much, but I
didn't need her passionate whisper to let me know she was cumming. I could
feel her pussy clenching around my finger as she bit my lower lip and
squeezed my breast hard.

Well, we did start on each other about the same time. And I was already
incredibly turned on when we started. Also she started fingering me faster
when she orgasmed. So the fact that I started cumming right after her was
entirely just timing. It was not her grinding hips or stifled gasps, it was
just coincidental timing. And she did tell me, so I told her that I was
cumming too.

I'm not a virgin. I've had sex. And I masturbate at least three times a
week, and that usually with the pink vibrator I had in my backpack packed
under the bus. So just know that when I say this was the best orgasm I've
ever had, I mean it. I don't know why, with it just being her two fingers,
but I came for at least a minute before I had to grab her hand and make her
stop. I didn't make her pull out, but I did make her stop.

We sat there, breathing hard into each other's open mouths, for at least
five minutes. I didn't dare open my eyes. But eventually I pulled my hand
from her skirt, wiping it on the seat in front of me. She nuzzled her head
into my shoulder and pulled her hand from my shirt...but left the one in my
crotch.

I glanced down. She had gone back to sleep! It was so fast that it made me
start to wonder...what if she had never been awake at all? I mean, people
sleepwalk, do they sleep...masturbate the person next to them?

For now, the answer didn't matter. I was tired again, so I laid back
down. I left her hand where it was. Whether she had been awake or asleep, I
figured she could probably do with a reminder. It wasn't that I liked it
there.

Honest.