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I stood up, turned around and reached for my backpack in the overhead. I started to slip when I felt her hands on my thighs giving me balance. I managed to retrieve it, but as I brought it down; I saw her holding me by my thighs staring at my crotch. I started to immediately embarrass myself. I put the backpack down on the seat and sat down.

I looked at her. She was staring at me almost blankly. I opened the backpack and got my blanket out. I stood again and felt her hands on my legs, again to balance me. I didn't look down this time, but I got harder than I already was. I took my time putting the backpack back. I felt her hands squeeze my thighs and move upward. I didn't really have an excuse to stay standing but I did it anyway. Her hands started moving up and down my thighs, molding. Finally, she took her hands away and started to wrap the blanket around herself. I sat down at a loss for what to say.

We sat through a long spell of silence.

When I looked over at her, she was fast asleep. It didn't seem like a bad idea so I positioned myself a little more comfortably, tilted my head back and tried to sleep.

I woke up with her mostly on top of me. I was lying on both the seats with my feet out in the aisle. She lying on her stomach on top of me. The blanket covered us both.

She woke up about a minute after I did. It took her a little longer to realize what we had managed to do in our sleep.

At least, I thought we had managed to do it, even though I really couldn't figure out how we could have possibly ended up like that.

She steepled her hands on my chest and just stared at me. I was starting to get a little nervous, but at the same time, a part of my body was waking up and liked her weight on it.

A whole hell of a lot.

I waited to see what she would do, but she just lay on top of me staring at me. I got harder.

I felt her moving her hips on top of me. I just didn't know what to say.

A different type of pressure made itself known.

I started to get u;, she got off me and sat down. I moved past her and entered the bathroom.

It took a lot longer than it should have because I had to wait for my hard-on to go away.

I got done, walked outside and sat down by the window again.

I looked at my watch. We'd been on the bus for about ten hours so we should be stopping soon again. I was still tired but didn't want to fall asleep again. I wanted to at least try to get some sleep through the night. If I still had 14 hours to go, I wanted to be wide awake on the other side.

The bus started to slow down after awhile and I saw the rest stop by the side of the highway.

"Where are you getting off?" she asked as she pushed the blanket off of her and stood up in the aisle.

The bus started to pull into the rest stop.

I stood up and started to stretch out the kinks in my legs and back.

"The last stop in Maine." I said.

She smiled to herself.

I wanted to ask why she was smiling but the bus stopped suddenly and the driver said something about a 45 minute dinner break.

We filed out of the bus. I looked around and grimaced at the choices. All fast food and all bad fast food places.

"Yeah, my thought exactly." she told me as she looked around, "And I don't think there's anywhere to run for a sub, either."

"Maybe they have a salad bar." I said hopefully.

She looked at me out of the corner of her eye and smirked.

I nodded.

We started following the crowd inside the nearest place.

The people behind the counter wanted to deal with us quickly. I found a few things I considered edible. She ordered some of the same stuff.

We ate in silence.

"What are you going to Maine for?" she asked, "It's kinda obvious you don't live there?"

"I got a job in a summer camp through my coach. The guy needed some extra work done. It was free room and board. The coach arranged for a cheap membership to a gym in town. It was the perfect summer job for me."

She was smiling widely by now.

We finished eating and started talking about school and our friends. I didn't really have any close friends so I talked about the other guys on the team.

"How come you got that funny look on your face when I said that Caroline was my roommate?" she asked innocently while playing with a piece of lettuce.

"Nothing." I said barely able to contain a smile.

"Oh no." she exclaimed. "Come on, I told you I was your groupie, following you around on tournaments. The least you can do is tell me."

She pointed the lettuce threateningly so I decided it wouldn't really hurt anything to tell her.

"Caroline wanted to hook us up." I said leaning back in the chair making it very obvious I was waiting for her reaction.

She didn't give me one; she nodded and watched me right back.

I smiled; she smiled back.

We finished our meals in silence and got back on the bus.

We didn't talk while on the bus. She pulled a book out of her backpack and I stared out the window. I had been through this part of the country on my three bus rides to school, but I still thought it was beautiful.

We sat without talking until the sun faded away.

There was another stop to pick up and drop off passengers.

I put on a thick sweatshirt, and spent the rest stop doing what I could as a workout.

She sat on the step up to the station watching me.

It was just a much heavier version of my warm-ups before a wrestling match. I didn't want to sweat too much. I tried to focus mostly on stretching. After about twenty minutes, I grabbed a towel out of my bag and went into the station bathroom to towel off and wash myself using the sink.

We got back on the bus. She put her book away and seemed to want to talk. I saw a few people turn on their personal lights, I figured they wanted to read.

"Did you live in the wrestling house?" she asked me.

My eyes widened and I answered "Oh no, never that. I knew better than that without being told."

"Yeah, I've been there. But it's better than the softball house. I went to a party there. It's disgusting.", she wrinkled her nose at the last part.

I nodded in agreement. I had been to a party at one of the sports houses and decided against going to any other.

"You don't hang out with the rest of the jocks do you?"

I shook my head.

"You don't want to talk do you?"

"Not about this kinda stuff."

"Well, then what kinda stuff do you want to about?"

I thought about it for a minute.

"Fuck, I wish I knew."

"How about back to question and answer?"

"Only if you have to answer the same question, and vice versa?"

"Okay. You go first."

I thought about it and decided I might as well stick my hand in the fire.

"Did you leave anybody behind when you went away to college?"

She shook her head, "And you?"

"Nope. Your turn." I sat up knowing it would eventually get interesting. I was wrong it got interesting immediately.

"What's the one thing you wish you could have done, but didn't get to do?" she asked.

"Sex!"

She slapped my arm.

"Let me think."

I started laughing at the first thing that entered my mind.

"What?"

"Alright, when I was a kid I saw this college movie. It was one of the first times I ever saw a naked woman, too."

She rolled her eyes.

"You asked."

She motioned for me to continue.

"Anyway, the first nude scene was when the people in the movie were playing strip poker."

She looked like she wanted to laugh.

"So I wish I had played strip poker."

She looked at me and waited.

I tried to wait her out, but it wasn't going to happen.

I stood up and reached into the front pouch of my backpack. I pulled out a deck of cards.

She took it out of my hands.

It was clearly marked with black marker labeling it "The official Strip Poker deck."

She held it up and looked at me.

"It's marked." I admitted.

She giggled, "But everybody bets the same thing in strip poker, it's winner take all there's no betting or bluffing. Knowing what cards they have won't help."

"I didn't know that then." I hissed.

She laughed.

She opened the deck, pulled the cards out and started shuffling them. She was studying me as she played the cards. I was absorbed with her eyes, the cards, her hands manipulating the cards.

"Okay."

"Okay, what?" I said cautiously.

"Grades aren't official for another two days, right?" she asked.

"Umm, yeah." I answered in extreme confusion.

"So our freshman year isn't over, right."

"Technically, no. It's not over until we get the official credit."

"Okay, new game."

I tensed up expecting a big one.

"I fulfill one unlived freshman fantasy, and you help me fulfill one of mine."

My heart stopped.

"What fantasy?"

"Oh no!" she shook the deck at me. "Trust. I trust you in the card game and you trust me there. Fair trade."

"How far does the game go?" I said. I tried to shift my lower body to remove the discomfort in my groin.

"Until there's a winner."

"And yours?"

"Until there's a winner."

I didn't know where it was going but I knew I wanted to be along for the ride.

"Okay"

"Not poker though, too complicated and uncomfortable to play."

"You do realize we're on a bus." I said.

"We have a blanket." she calmly, "Plus I'm wearing a sports bra, it'll just look like I'm getting comfortable at that point."

"You could be naked."

"So one of us needs the blanket and the other doesn't. What's the big deal."

I nodded still wary. I stuck my head over the chairs to look around, for the most part everyone seemed to be asleep. I turned off her personal light and pointed mine towards the window. We would be somewhat shadowed at least.

"Blackjack is going to have to be the game.", she informed me in a professional. "But first we have to even the number of games each person can lose."

I nodded.

"Okay, shorts is one."

I nodded.

"Panties for me, briefs or shorts for you." she looked at me.

"Tighty whiteys." I said.

She smiled and continued, "Bra, t-shirt."

"Okay, t-shirt for me and you get to keep one sock. One sock for me and you get to keep the other sock. That makes it an even five and at most we have to play nine games before one of is nekkid."

I nodded.

She started taking off her sneakers, so I removed mine.

She took off one sock. She extended her foot out to me and wiggled her toes.

"You like?"

I assumed it was the color of her toenails she was talking about; I nodded.

She settled back in, sitting yoga style facing me. She moved in tight to me so that no part of her really showed down the aisle.

She shuffled the deck into four piles between us, every now and then looking at a card.

She shuffled the two piles together and then the other two, finally combining the two left.

"We'll shuffle after every deal, okay?"

I shrugged, "Hmm, who's the house?"

She stopped shuffling.

"We can either switch or call draws even and re-deal."

"Switch." I said, "Make this go faster. You can deal though."

She smiled again.

She dealt out the cards.

I had a five and a 2.

"Hmmm, is five cards automatically victory for me."

"Of course."

I asked for another card.

An ace.

I thought about that 18 but didn't know if I wanted to win the first hand. I shrugged and asked for another card.

A three.

"21" I said. I smiled comically at her.

She took two more cards and grimaced.

She put the cards between us, leaned back to make sure no one was coming and shimmied out of her shorts.

I almost swallowed my tongue.

She was wearing white bikini panties. She threw the shorts in the corner by me and reached around and covered herself with my blanket.

"Your turn to be the house." she told me as she shuffled the cards calmly and dealt the hand.

I took my cards.

A queen and a 5.

I didn't really know much about strategy, but a fifteen didn't seem like the best thing to stay at. I took a card.

9.

She smiled at me and took the cards from my hands.

"Hey, isn't the person who isn't the house supposed to take first?" I asked.

She shrugged and waved at my shirt.

I took off a sock and put it on top of her pants.

She smiled at me.

She dealt, it was a close hand but I lost again.

She leaned back and made as if to enjoy the show.

I took of the other sock.

"Coward," she said.

I shrugged.

She lost the next two hands. The first one she only removed her sock but the next loss was by default interesting.

She looked down the aisle again before she removed anything else. She quickly removed the t-shirt and dropped it on the pile of clothes we were beginning to accumulate.

She was nice. Not nice in that "she's a very nice girl with a great personality" but in that "very nice" way.

She wrapped the blanket higher up. She did it in a way that covered her back so you couldn't see she was undressed from behind, but I could see her exact state of undress.

I lost the next hand. I took of my shorts, figuring she might want to share the blanket. She pulled it away from me. She shook her head.

"Come on."

"No, they have to be looking to see you like that. I'm right next to the aisle."

I reached up and turned off the personal light, we were washed in darkness. We could still with help from the small lights that ran along the floor and roof of the bus.

I lost the next hand too.

I took the t-shirt off, trying to be nonchalant.

I thought I heard an intake of breath.

I relaxed my body for a moment, and started a yawn and an ungodly stretch. I could feel her eyes on me.

Physically feel her attention on different parts of my body.

I started to get hard and stopped my stretch. I sat up hoping to hide the fact that I was getting more and more turned on by what we were doing.

We played out another hand and I won this time.

I had to remind myself to breathe.

She never broke eye contact: just dropped the blanket for a moment reached behind herself, undid the bra clasp, dropped the cups from her breasts, ran the straps down her arms and tossed the bra on the rest of the clothes.

It crossed my mind while staring at her breasts that with the next hand one of us would definitely be naked.

Her breasts were pretty. Like the rest of her, soft just a touch lighter skinned than the rest of her. She took one deep breath, and I forgot to. I looked up to see her watching me. I tried to maintain eye contact, but couldn't, I just wanted to sit there and stare at her for a good portion of time.

"Last hand." she said.

She leaned back into the aisle again, it pushed her breasts up and flattened them some. She sat back to her original position. I managed to get harder.

She dealt the cards much slower than any other time.

I looked at the first card.

An ace.

I closed my eyes and started praying.

No such luck, a deuce.

She grimaced at her cards. They were in the way of my view, so I grimaced at them too.

I took a hit.

A 4.

I wondered about sitting on a seventeen. This is probably why I don't play cards very well. I took another hit. I don't know why I just took another hit.

Another 4.

I was at eleven with four cards in hand. I smiled so deeply. I asked for another card and her eyes opened wide.

A 7, but I had five cards without going over 21.

She dealt herself a hand and looked at me. I was caught between making the fact that I was staring be nonchalant or not even making believe and just staring at her unashamed.

She collected the cards into a pile and reached over to shove them under the pile of clothes beside me. She looked at the pile and shook her head. She picked the pile up and put it on the floor of the bus between us.

She leaned back again to look down the aisle; my eyes were doing a good imitation of being glued to her exposed skin. She sat back up looked at me, smiled and turned so that she was sitting properly in the seat. She leaned back, raising her hips of the seat so that her body was almost at a 45 degree angle from the floor. She put her thumbs under her panties at the hips and pushed them down just below her crotch. I was staring at her pubic mound, then she dropped her hips on the chair, sat up and pulled her panties the rest of the way off.

She leaned to her side, lifting one butt cheek off the seat; I was trying to decide what part of her naked body I wanted to look at.

She had a feminine butt. I don't think I had really met anyone so utterly feminine in just about every part of her body.

She put her feet up on the seat and turned to face me. I was fighting to keep eye contact above the neck. I flicked my eyes down; I instantly regretted turning the light off. I wanted to reach up and hit the on switch but held myself back. The light coming in from the window was just adequate enough to make her body out in shadow.

She sat somewhere in between light and dark waiting for me. I wanted to do so many things, but sat back.

"Your turn." I said.

She nodded.

"Turn around." she said.

I looked at her quizzically.

"Sit like me, and then turn your back to me."

I brought my legs up, crossed them on the seat and turned around. I heard her move toward me. I could feel her close to me. I couldn't see what she was doing. I tried to turn my head to look but her hand was there to block the motion and to carefully turn my head back.

I could feel she was doing something behind me. I saw her right leg come over to rest just outside mine and dangle off the seat. She had done it to be a be able to get closer. I reached down and pulled my briefs off my hard dick to relieve some of the pressure. It didn't help much.

She put her hands flat on my back. I took a hard breath.

She started to run her palms up and down my back. Then on the my sides down to my briefs. She ran her hands down to my butt and just touched me with her fingertips; ran those touches up my back.

She started to touch a portion of my back with her fingerpads and holding the contact as if she were trying to memorize the feel of the skin. I tried to stay focused on anything that caught my eyes past the window of the bus. I could feel the effort she was putting into concentrating.

I sat slowly gaining a measure of control. The curiosity inherent in the situation was building.

How far would she take this?

How far did I want this to go?

"Turn around." I heard her say after some more time had passed. I did.

"Lie down, the way you were when we fell asleep."

I lay down, she got her feet under her and crouched on the seats as I changed positions. When I was on my back, she crossed one foot over my thigh and sat down on my leg. I could feel every nerve ending on that leg. She didn't quite put any weight on the leg, she just used it to center herself. She reached for the blanket and placed it around her hips so that it covered me from the mid-thigh down and her lower body from the view of anyone trying to get into the bathroom. She left it so that I could see what little the light allowed me to.

She started the same treatment that she had done on my back to the front of my torso. First, a brisk touching as if letting her hands become familiar, then that slow inch by inch learning of my skin by her fingerpads. She was concentrating so hard that I didn't have to worry about not staring. I watched as her breasts changed shaped when she leaned forward and then pulled back to run her hands on my abdomen. I studied the minute changes in the shadows of her breasts as we drove through different lightning, and as moment to moment her fingertips changed position on my body and changed her body position minutely.

She got done with my upper body. I was harder than I have ever been in my life. I could feel the residue of her touch on my skin. She turned around slowly, crossing one leg over my body, and spinning slowly around, and crossing a leg over again. She lifted the blanket up and wrapped it around herself so that it also covered her breasts. Again, she managed it in a way that left most of what was facing me uncovered. Her back was covered but I could see her ass. She backed up until she was sitting just above my crotch.

She started at the very edge where my briefs ended and my thighs were open to her touch. She put both hands on one thigh, and ran them down my leg touching what she could. I was caught as she had to bend forward as she reached lower and lower on my body. I wanted to reach up and feel her skin but she was in the middle of something I didn't really understand. She was becoming more and more absorbed by her own actions and I waited to see where it would take us.

She started that minute study of my legs. A long gentle caress learning every part of my lower body. She had to stay on her knees ,bent forward. I could see her pussy by the dim light. I could smell her arousal heightening. She continued, learning my body inch by inch. She leaned farther down until she was rubbing my erection with her stomach. I fought to keep myself under control. She was taking herself to the edge, I just had to be patient.

After a tortuous time, she sat up on my abdomen. I brought my hands down to her hips. I just held them there. She started to run her nails on my thighs, up to the edge of my briefs and back down.

She leaned forward, crossed a leg over my torso, turned around, crossed a leg over me again and sat with my thighs between her knees.

She started to run her fingers on my stomach. I looked down to see my dick stretching the front of my briefs. She looked down with me and then looked back at me.

We stared at each other for moments I couldn't count.

"You know the card games?" she said. She ran a hand from my chest down to the waist of my briefs, held it there for a second, before bringing her other hand to pull the waistband off my skin, and reaching with her hand inside grasping me by the base and freeing me.

I couldn't talk so I nodded. She ran her up my length, and slowly rubbed her palm on the tip. She ran her hand down my length again. She released me and started to play with the hair on my balls. I groaned.

"The cards are marked, Elvis."

I looked up at her, as she leaned forward and pushed my briefs down my legs. She sat up again and reaching behind her took them completely off. She took a firm grip on my dick again, slowly stroking me up and down; not enough to do much more than hold me at a fine edge of excitement.

"For the longest time, the only way I could get my dad's attention was to play cards with him."

She moved forward so that her pussy was just beneath my balls. She kept stroking me; every now and then running her palm just on the tip or running a finger along the underside of the head.

"I became very good, Elvis."

She tossed her head, it was a move made to capture my attention. I looked up at her and she held my eyes.

"Good enough to cheat."

I stared at her. Her hand stopped moving on me. She laid my dick down on my stomach and started to run her fingerpads on the underside of it.

"I lost on purpose."

"Why?" I asked as her hand surrounded me again. Her other hand cupped my balls gently and started rubbing even more gently.

"I wanted to touch you. If I let you win, you'd have me naked so you'd let me do anything I wanted."

I nodded.

I would've let her do anything she wanted anyway.

"Where are those condoms?" she asked as she concentrated on using her thumb on my dickhead.

"In my backpack."

"Good! Sit up."

She got off me. Wrapping the blanket carefully around herself, she stood up and pulled my backpack from the overhead rack. She dropped it on the seat at her feet. I sat up straight on the seat by the window.

She dropped down into my lap, straddling me. Her hand came down between us and she took a firm grip on my dick again.

"Get one."

I opened my backpack. It was probably an uncomfortable thing, with her in my lap keeping me hard by stroking slowly. I got into it though and pulled out one of the boxes. I ripped the box open and separated one condom from the rest. I held it up to her.

"Open it."

I ripped it open, and pulled the condom out.

She took it out of my hand and reached between us. I felt the cold lubricated latex as she placed it on the tip of my dick. She used her thumb and finger to roll it slowly on me as her other hand held me in position by the base. She rolled it efficiently down my length and took her other hand away to roll it completely on me. I was standing on the cliff looking down.

She reached to bring my chin up. She got up on her knees and placed me at the entrance of her pussy. She reached down to share a kiss with me as she sank herself onto me.

Her tongue plunged into my mouth. We fought for control over the kiss until we settled into just enjoy the taste of the other person.

She started wriggling on top of me, trying to seat me completely inside her. Our position was not getting the most out of our bodies. She kept wriggling trying to kiss me, and take me inside her at the same time. I planted my feet on the ground, and reached with one hand behind me to grab onto the chair, the other I used to wrap around her and pull her toward me by the small of her back. I surged up off the chair, and completely inside her. She gasped and bit my lip as she felt me completely inside her for the first time.

I used the leverage that I got from my feet on the ground, and my hand on the seat to pump in and out of her in that position. It took some strength and balance, but my hand at the small of her back left her to enjoy the motion. I pumped into her at first slowly. Dropping my hips, holding her against my body with my hand and then pumping my dick into her. She was trying to stop herself from screaming her pleasure. She used my mouth to muffle every moan of pleasure that I was causing as my hips dropped and pumped my dick into her pussy.

I felt her nails dig into my shoulder so I sped up. Neck drills. Pumping my hips with short efficient strokes driving her relentlessly toward orgasm. I could feel myself get closer also but not like her, her nails dug into me as I used years of training to lift her weight effortlessly with my hips. I dropped faster and pushed my dick into her harder than before. I dropped the speed down but pumped harder. I dropped my hips and moved powerfully inside her. I dropped again and tried to push through her. She started trying to move but couldn't get any leverage.

She kissed me, then bit into my lower lip painfully. I dropped my hips and surged upwards as hard as I could. She bounced; the upward surge had worked to toss her up my length and gravity brought her down impaling her weight on me. She came harder than any woman I've ever been with. She reached down and bit into my shoulder to keep herself from screaming. The pain stopped me from coming with her as my body tried to cope with the pain and the pleasure of the moment. I stopped moving but she started wriggling her hips. I lifted my hips off the seat to allow her the deepest penetration. She kept wriggling on the way down from the orgasm and continued on the way up to another. She didn't weigh enough to strain me, I'd been doing wrestling drills with men heavier than her since I was 10 so I let her use my dick and the friction on her clit from contact with my body to send her toppling over the edge again.

She settled down on me. I dropped my hips to the seat but I was painfully aware that I needed to cum. She rested her forehead on mine, trying to take deep breaths. We heard someone approaching down the aisle; she looked up panicked and reached for the blanket. She wrapped it around us and tried to look like we were only making out. I started laughing after the person entered the bathroom she started laughing also.

"That was scary." she whispered to me.

I lifted my hips and dropped them down. She leaned her head back before slapping my shoulder.

"Stop that!"

"Jess. I NEED to cum, like now." I whispered heatedly.

"Oh poor baby." She said taking a slow stroke up my dick and even slower coming down.

I didn't take the tease very well.

I looked at her, she moved up my dick again slowly removing herself from it. At the apex, I pumped up as hard as I dared without hurting her. She groaned.

"Don't do that." she exclaimed as I lowered us back onto the seat.

I did it again, lifted my hips, dropped and up as hard as I could.

"I'm trying, Elvis." she said between breaths, "Haven't you ever heard of patience." She moved up my length again and seated herself down firmly.

She stayed still as the person came out of the bathroom. She started giggling when it was obvious the person was curious about what we were doing.

I didn't find the pressure in my groin amusing.

The person walked away and she lifted herself off and slowly sank herself back down on me.

"Are you going to continue just that?" I asked my voice strained.

"Yes. Don't move."

I tried not to.

She continued a slow steady pace of taking me almost completely out of her and dropping back down into my lap.

Anytime that I tried to pump upwards, she would seat herself completely on me and hold on so that I didn't get any movement inside her. I knew that I could defeat the purpose if I pumped hard enough but she just looked at me daring me to do this her way.

It was a slow tortuous climb with every step toward the cliff being so slow that every part of my body wanted to be a part of the release.

One last time, she moved up my length and screwed herself tortuously back on me.

I flipped.

I put my hand on the small of her back and surged up on my feet. She squealed in surprise as I turned us around and laid her down on the seats. I barely kept myself inside her during the entire motion. When her back hit the seat she surged up with her hips taking me completely inside her. I had one foot on the floor, and one knee on the seat with my dick buried inside her.

I leaned forward a little and she started to circle her hips on me.

I pumped in and out of her with force and speed.

I had had enough of the slow movement.

I pulled out and pumped back in when I was barely half out of her.

I pulled back again more completely and pushed my hips toward her with more authority. I felt the beginning of another orgasm for her as she pushed her hips of the seat and tried to push through me.

I took it as permission to let go.

I started pumping in and out of her almost uncontrollably, until the pressure started at the base of my ball sac and pushed through me climbing on the edge of discomfort.

I pulled back one last time, and pumped into her trying to hold back from vocalizing the release that was exploding out of my dick. Her orgasm must have been quick because she started circling her hips on me and squeezing my dick with her muscles milking my orgasm. I leaned down and she accepted my lips on her and the explosion of sound out of my mouth into her as I lost my battle to hold it all inside. I ground my hips into her as she wrapped her arms around me and took everything I had to give.

We lay like that for a few minutes. I could feel her running her hands on my back and sides. I straightened up and pulled out of her. I took the condom off and looked for a place to put it. She laughed as I started looking around lost for what to do. She reached beneath her and pulled the wrapper out.

"For now, until one of us get dressed."

"I don't wanna get dressed." I said with a touch of petulance sneaking into my voice.

"What? Are you planning to do that again?"

I nodded.

"Down boy! This is a little too uncomfortable for me right now."

"Are you okay?" I asked worried.

"Yeah, I just haven't done anything like that in a while." she said. She looked at me for a second before adding, "Or at all."

I smiled at that.

She tried to sit up so I moved out of her way. She reached for the pile of clothes and started to nonchalantly separate it all.

I still didn't want to get dressed, but figured it was for the best. As soon as I was decent, briefs and shorts, I entered the bathroom to dump the condom and wrapper. I stayed there for a few minutes thinking about the whole situation. I'd had a few sexual experiences in high school. It was almost impossible for a star athlete not to, but nothing had ever come close to this.

I got out of the bathroom to find her dressed and sitting on the window side staring out. I sat down wanting to say something but figured maybe silence was for the best. She got up to go to the bathroom.

She came out and we sat staring out the window until the next stop. We got out and had some food still in that silence. I knew she was thinking about something, probably us.

I hoped us.

I let her think.

We got back in the bus. She let me take the window seat. I stared out the window until I felt her lean against me and fall asleep.

Much later on, I fell asleep too.

We didn't wake up until my stop. She smiled at me softly, as I pulled my backpack down. She pulled hers down also and followed me out of the bus.

Outside I waited around the luggage and finally had to reach inside to get mine. I turned around to see her standing by hers.

I walked over noting the location of the cab stand. The owner of the camp said he would be at the camp all day and if I couldn't find him the keys would be in the mailbox of the cabin I was supposed to be staying in.

I started wondering if this was goodbye.

She watched me as I approached her.

I stood in front of her waiting. I noticed a car pull up behind her and a woman that looked like an older version of Jessica looking at us from inside the car.

I looked at her, and at Jessica. Jessica turned around and waved at the woman. The woman waved back.

"I thought your parents weren't going to pick you up." I asked.

"Well, I sorta fibbed about a few things."

I took a surprised step back.

"About what?" I asked.

"Well, I never painted my dorm room." she said smiling at me.

I nodded slowly.

"And Caroline did hook us up, she just didn't tell you I had asked how you were getting to the camp. Man! Did I love the bus idea."

She picked up her bags and started walking to the car. I took them out of her hand and walked with her to the car.

"I mean as soon as I heard about you, and that bus. Let me tell you, the fantasies held me until I got on it."

I was a lot lost at this point.

The trunk was open so she pointed towards it. I put the bags inside.

The woman came out of the car and wrapped Jessica in a warm hug. Jessica hugged back. The woman let go and started staring at me.

"Mom, this is Elvis." Jessica said. "He's working in Daddy's camp, ALL summer."

There was a knowing smile on the woman's lips when she extended her hand out.

I was still confused but shook it.

"I've heard a lot about you, Elvis." she said obviously holding back laughter. They shared a look that was as mysterious as everything I'd had to do with Jessica so far.

The woman waved at me and got back in the car.

Jessica walked over to the passenger door and held it open.

She looked at me for a moment.

"Don't forget you promised to pose for me."

I nodded.

She reached up to stroke my chest, down my abdomen, and cup my groin.

"I've got a whole year's worth of fantasies about you Elvis."

I smiled.

"I plan to live them all out this summer." She stood on tiptoes to give me a gentle peck on the lips before she got into the car.

I stood there as they drove away feeling much, much better about the upcoming summer days.

And nights.