Horse
Iwon our game, but Sarah wouldn’t let it go. Three turns from the end, she tried to play the word “lemonier.” It was a seven-letter zinger and it would have put her over the top… only, it wasn’t a word. So, since she lost, she’d spent the last ten minutes still trying to convince me that it was a word.
“I mean, who doesn’t say, ‘my iced tea is way lemonier than yours’?”
I laughed. “Who does say that?”
“I want this salad to be more lemonier.”
“Do you? What kind of salad are you eating? Did someone spill iced tea in it?”
Her chest heaved with giggles. I loved being with her. I loved being around her and making her laugh. She made me feel peaceful and whole in a way I’d completely forgotten.
“Should we play again?” Sarah asked.
“I’m kind of tired.”
“Of course you are because you know that if we play again, I’ll win,” she said with a wry smile. She was adorable like this, casual and snide.
“I have no doubt that you can beat me, but I’m just Scrabbled out tonight, I think.”
“We could go join the others, I guess.” It was obvious that her heart wasn’t in this idea. The table we were at was like a booth for two and she was sitting with her back against the bus, and rather than looking at me when she spoke, she looked at her pretty painted toenails.
Even though I knew better, I said, “Or not. I like being here with you.”
She still didn’t look up. So I watched her smile in profile.
“You want to watch a movie?” she suggested. “There are a few in that cabinet under the TV.”
“I know. This used to be my room, remember?”
“Are they your movies?” she asked.
“No, just part of the bus collection, but they are ones I like.”
“Hook is in there.”
“Yes, it is.”
“I love that movie,” she said sweetly. “I love when the little boy pushes around Robin Williams’ face, and then says…”
I finished her sentence. “There you are, Peter.”
“You want to watch?” she asked tentatively. The television was situated in such a way that for us to watch it comfortably, we would both have to sit on the bed. I didn’t care about the movie one way or the other, but I wanted to sit on the bed with Sarah, a lot. I should have said no, but instead, I nodded yes.
The air in the room seemed to get thinner. We both stood immediately and got kind of awkward and gangly, shifting in the small space, trying to find a way to go from where we were now to what we had planned. There was no denying that we both knew we were crossing a line.
“I’ll get the movie started,” I said.
She bobbed her head at me and then crossed in front of me to get to the bed. It was all of two strides. She climbed up and moved close to the wall. Her back was still to me and she was on her knees, holding and fluffing up her pillow. I moved to the television, opened the cabinet beneath it, and put the DVD in the player. When I turned back, she was lying on the bed, trying to look casual but failing miserably.
“Lights?” I asked.
“Better in the dark, I think.” Her voice was small, nervous.
I flicked the switch, and the blue glow of the television flooded the little room. I walked to the edge of the bed, took a deep breath, and sat down with my back to her. It was my last chance to change my mind, but I didn’t have to think about it much. I wanted Sarah; at the very least, I needed to be close to her for a minute. I swung my legs up and leaned back on the pillow next to hers. I knew I was too big to fit without crowding her, and I didn’t try to pretend that I could. I put my arm behind her head and said, “We’ll only fit if we cuddle.”
She adjusted instantly, coming into my armpit and resting her head on my chest. There was no controlling it. As soon as she touched me, I was hard as steel, rigid and pushing up against the soft fabric of my sweats. But I didn’t act. I just held her, breathed in the scent of her shampoo, and tried to slow the rapid fire of my pounding heart.
* * *
I don’t knowwhat time it was when I woke up. The bus was quiet. The movie had long ago ended and the room was completely shrouded in darkness. At some point, Sarah and I had shifted and now we were spooning, her ass pressed tight against my totally wide-awake dick. I tried to shift my hips back a little, but she followed me like a magnet. The quick loss of contact and then immediate reconnect coaxed an involuntary moan from my lips. I thought Sarah was sleeping, but in response to my sound, her hips rolled again. I couldn’t stop a second sound from escaping. I wanted her so badly.
My hand was already draped over her body, but I slid it down to the hem of her shirt and ran my fingertips over the skin there. When she offered no resistance, I moved up under her shirt, slowly dragging my fingers over her taut belly until I was at the edge of her bra. It was a stretchy lacy kind of bra that I could easily get right under. I didn’t hesitate. I pushed my fingers under the fabric and cupped her bare breast in my hand. The move elicited a little sexy sound from us both and Sarah’s hips pressed against me with more urgency. She started to rhythmically rock them as if she couldn’t help herself.
Inside my mind, there was a little saint screaming, “You’re on the bus. People could hear you. You have to be quiet and careful.”
There was also a devil egging me on. “I bet her pussy is soaked. Maybe you can just touch it a little.”
I dropped my lips to her neck and kissed a line of wet kisses up to her ear. I needed to know what she wanted. Sadly, if someone heard us, I would come out smelling like roses, but Sarah would struggle to live it down. “Is this okay?” I asked.
“Totally,” she breathed tightly; there was so much need in her voice.
“We cannot let them hear us,” I whispered, rolling her nipple between my thumb and forefinger.
“I know.” She shuddered.
I continued to flutter little kisses on the nape of her neck as I said, “We cannot lose control, Sarah. They will talk.”
“I know,” she said, bowing her body so that her lower half rode my clothed cock and her breast thrust against my hand. There was so much heat between us. I needed just a little taste. I wouldn’t take everything, just a crumb. She was already wound so tight; how could I deny her? I gently sunk my teeth into her shoulder, surprising her, and she moaned louder. With my hand that was resting beneath her head, I covered her mouth.
“Shh,” I breathed, taking her earlobe in my mouth. “Bite me if you have to.”
Slowly, I released her breast and worked my hand down to the waist of her leggings. I paused, waiting for her approval. My hand was still gently covering her mouth so she nodded her head vigorously. I slid my hand down, under the lip of her panties. Her whole body trembled in anticipation of my touch. My breath was hot and heavy, coming out in pants. Beneath my hand, she whimpered, desperate. Finally giving in to the temptation, I slid one finger between her folds.
Quiet words tumbled from my lips. “Oh, God, babe. Fuck me. You’re so silky, so wet.” I bucked my erection against the cleft of her ass. “Damn, I wanna fuck you so bad.”
It was subtle but I felt her tense and still. I’d made her nervous.
Easing her fear, I said, “Don’t worry. I know we can’t. I just want it. I want you so bad.”
I worked my fingers against her clit, then pushed them inside. She pumped against them, while I continued to circle her sensitive nub with the tip of my thumb. She was so responsive, grinding herself against me, searching for her release. When it came, her orgasm was deep and driven. She tensed from head to toe, then her pussy clenched around my fingers and her hands flew to her face, clawing against the hand I had covering her mouth, attempting to double muffle a moan she could not control. Riding a wave of pleasure, she stayed strained with contraction, not breathing, and then her body relaxed in a wave of shivers. It was the fucking sexiest moment of my life. I knew right then that I wanted to be the only one to make her come for an eternity.
I released my clasp on her mouth, relaxing my hand, but as I went to move it, she sucked my fingers into her mouth. I wasn’t expecting it, and right then, you might have been able to convince me that the index and middle fingers on my right hand were actually an extension of my dick. My other hand was still cupping her pussy, and without thought, I used it to push her back, once again fusing my cock to her backside.
She released her mouth and said, “I want to touch you.”
She was squirming, moving my hands, turning so her front faced mine. Fuck, I didn’t know what to do. I didn’t know that I could stay quiet if she put her hand on me. Even the idea of her hand on me had my dick jumping. Even in the darkness, I could see the flush of her orgasm in her cheeks. She was gorgeous. She leaned into me and her tongue invaded my mouth. I threaded my hands into her hair; her bun had all but fallen out. I devoured her mouth, then flipped her so I was lying on top of her, grinding my cock against her clothed center. She pushed on my chest.
“I want to touch you,” she whispered again, her hand reaching down between us to grip me over my sweatpants. Even with the fabric between her and me, I could tell that letting Sarah touch my dick was a bad idea. I would lose control and her hand over my mouth wasn’t going to conceal the thunder of grunts she’d set loose.
“Sarah,” I panted, panicked. “Please don’t.” Her hand stilled instantly, and then she removed it, resting it by her side. I was too worked up to get words out. I just dropped my forehead to her chest and took deep breaths, trying to calm the fuck down.
I was so damn worked up that I didn’t notice her growing cold and withdrawn, but she did, and once I had it marginally together, she quietly said, “I think you better go back to your bunk. It’ll be morning soon. I mean, they’re not early risers, but...” She trailed off.
“Sarah, I—” I didn’t know what to say.
“It’s fine.” She smiled stiffly. “I’m tired and I’d like to go to sleep, okay?”
She was not fine, and I didn’t think she was tired either, but it wasn’t like we could have a deep and communicative chat. If they were in their bunks, even talking at regular volume might wake them, and if we didn’t want them to gossip, I should have gone back to my bunk hours earlier.
I nodded curtly. Attempting to communicate without words, I kissed her one more time. It was a simple closemouthed kiss, but I hoped she would realize that with the press of my lips, I was trying to say that she was everything.