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This story is the second part of a longer piece in which an erotic event draws two very different young women together as traveling companions on a long, overnight bus trip. They continue to explore their sexuality, exposing the way some women think and the hot little things they say about sex. Stimulated in each other's company and unwilling to sleep, they discover how alike they really are.
If you'd like to know how Erica and Jaimie began their journey, you can find "Erica" in 'Lesbian Sex'.
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The bus came to a standstill not far from the diner, and as the passengers around them struggled from sleep and fought their way down the aisle, Erica and Jaimie lay curled up under their blanket pretending they were too sleepy to move. They wanted to be last off together.
While Jaimie lay cuddled up in her seat, her mind totally overcome by what was close at hand - within easy reach, in fact - her sole thought was of Erica's pussy - naked, exposed and probably even wetter and more swollen than her own - just inches away under the warm blanket...
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"OK now! The place is ours!"
Erica sprang to life, unfolding her long legs from their curled up position on the bus seat and tossing aside her share of the blanket. Jaimie started with the suddenness of her action.
Looking outside through her window, Jaimie could see the last of the other long distance passengers stepping off the bus, shrugging their coats higher round their necks and plunging their hands in their pockets as they made their way across the parking lot to the brightly lit diner.
"It's cold out," Erica noted. "We're higher in altitude now and it's midnight, so I'm putting on a layer or two before I cross that tarmac."
"Here?" asked Jaimie, astonished.
"Why not? No one's looking. And if they are - well that's my scene, as you already know. I love to show a little something I shouldn't." She gave a laugh.
Once again, Erica was standing up on Jaimie's aisle seat with the locker hatch open, leaning across the seat in front and tugging at her carry-on. You'd think it contained housebricks she was making such an effort, and with every movement her tiny skirt rode higher and higher up over her bare ass.
From where Jaimie stood in the aisle, she couldn't help but notice that Erica, without panties, was revealing the cutest curves, the start of a smooth line that continued flawlessly down her long thighs. As Erica turned back, Jaimie thought she caught a glimpse of pussy.
Observing Erica's partial nakedness with the practiced eye of an artist, Jaimie found her hand reaching round to check her own shapely thighs. Although she was confident sexually with her boyfriend, Kieren - even dominant much of the time - she'd never thought of herself as having the kind of allure she was appreciating at this very moment in another young woman.
Erica pulled her bag over the edge of the locker and its weight thumped out of her control onto the seat in front.
"Anything I can find for you?" she asked, turning to face Jaimie.
As Erica noticed Jaimie staring up at her, a mischievous glint came into her eye - a look Jaimie had come to recognize with only a few hours of friendship behind her. Something was cooking in that mind of hers. She spoke again, more deliberately.
"Hon, where are your real clothes? You know, the ones you took off to 'blandify' yourself for the in-laws?"
"They're in my carry-on," replied Jaimie.
"Out with them then. Your new folks need to see the real you, not some tame dame in a pink tee and jeans." She opened the locker above. "This your bag?"
"Yup, that's the one," Jaimie confirmed, and Erica pulled it down for her.
"Time to move," said Erica. "We need to find us some coffee to keep us awake for the night."
Jaimie's tired eyes widened.
"Awake? But it's midnight already."
Erica ignored her. Unzipping her own bag, she found some black leggings and a loose white sweater.
"C'mon! Move it, or they'll leave us there in the diner, still putting in our order."
Jaimie moved. She realized she'd been standing stupidly there in the aisle, mesmerized by Erica, so she got to work opening her carry-on, pulling out a peasant skirt and a long, deep purple sweater in fine wool. How did Erica know she wore that kind of gear? Oh yes. She remembered. Erica had noticed the many tell-tale piercings from the earrings she'd removed so she wouldn't look too frightening for Kieren's parents.
As she took out her clothes, Jaimie realized what a mix of a person she was. Even the hobo look she'd adopted as an art student was really the defence of an introvert against the loud world.
The skirt was an artistic creation in various types of material, all with that 'shredded and torn look' in blackened reds and greens and purples. In a mix-and-match way, it went quite well with the sweater Jaimie was pulling roughly over her head. She struggled out of her boots and tight jeans.
Next to her, Erica, in her short white top and tiny denim skirt, had kicked off the strappy heels and was wriggling her way into the leggings. They were only halfway up her legs when she gave an exasperated sigh and popped open the snaps down the skirt front opening. The flat piece of denim fell to the floor, revealing all of Erica's lower half in its naked, natural beauty.
Erica glanced up at Jaimie and smiled to herself as she resumed wriggling and tugging, easing the stretch knit up over the purity of her unclothed curves and the almost-innocence of her shaved pussy, fully aware that she did so under the astonished gaze of her new friend.
"Feels so good on bare skin," she said, patting her ass. "Take your panties off Jaimie, and give it a try." She reached for her sweater and pulled it over her tight white top.
"Erica! I'm not a show pony like you! I don't do tricks!" Jaimie exclaimed.
Standing there in her panties and sweater and socks, she should have known what was coming. How could she be surprised at anything Erica would suggest now?
Looking at the diner, Jaimie could see the queue of people shortening at the service counter. There was no time to argue. She reached for her skirt.
"Uh-uh." Erica stopped her. "Do it now, then put on the skirt. That way we're equals. We'll both know what we're dealing with before they dim the lights in the bus later on. C'mon! Quick! We gotta go."
Erica slipped into her heels and leaned down to adjust the straps.
Time seemed to slide into slow motion as Jaimie did as she was told. Hurrying to obey this commanding person, she fumbled with the waistband of her panties and dragged them unceremoniously down her legs, bending to wrench them over her feet. Her ass felt terribly naked as she leaned down, but nowhere near as exposed as she was about to feel as she straightened her body afterwards. As she stood tall, she felt Erica's gaze burning into her body, staring at the magnificent bush of light brown curls protecting Jaimie's pussy.
Now Erica was lost for words, her face wearing that classic, mouth-agape expression that represents astonishment world wide. She was holding Jaimie's skirt loosely in one hand.
"Oh, hon! You don't shave. I can't see you!" she exclaimed, her voice a mixture of disappointment and fascination.
"But it's beautiful," she added, pausing ever so slightly. "May I touch?" She reached out with graceful fingers.
Such a mixture of responses from Erica! The contrast confused Jaimie for a moment.
"You said 'quick'," Jaimie cut in, snatching her skirt from the astonished Erica's outstretched hand.
She knew her sweater was long enough to hide most things, just not the essentials. Burning with embarrassment, she clambered into the skirt feet first and pulled it up. Then she hesitated. Suddenly she picked up her panties. Fumbling, she lined them up with her feet and struggled back into them, fighting with the folds of skirt material to pull the panties right up to where they'd been only moments before.
"Sorry. Changed my mind," she muttered almost fiercely as she slid her boots on and zipped them up. "Just can't do that."
Tears pricked her eyes.
"But your pussy - it's beautiful. Not like mine was at all... before..." Erica began, shocked that she'd hurt her new friend. "Look, I'm sorry."
"No, it's OK," said Jaimie, cracking a weak smile. "I'm OK. Really. It's just not something I can do right now. Talk - yes, but do - no."
She smiled more reassuringly at Erica.
"And now we'd better get going. That queue's just about finished."
With her eyes she indicated the blazing lights of the diner. Only a few people remained at the counter. Jaimie dumped her carry-on in her seat, picked up her bag and turned to lead off.
"Are you wearing that skirt or using it as a table napkin?" she called back. Erica still hadn't fastened her tiny skirt round her leggings.
"Oh! Yes. That." Picking up the skirt and her bag, Erica made haste to follow, wrapping the piece of denim round her hips and trying to make the snaps meet at the front.
Jaimie was already stepping down from the bus. She thought of striding into the expanse of the parking lot just for the pleasure of hearing Erica clicking after her in those incredible heels, but she didn't. Undeniably attached to her in some way, she waited in the smoky air outside as Erica half fell down the steps, rushing to catch up.
"Nice show, girls!"
Jaimie jumped in surprise.
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The smoke. The glow of the cigarette. The man was standing in the lee of the bus as he took in the delights of the area. With his collar up and the other hand shoved deep in his pocket, he was shifting from foot to foot to keep warm.
"Sure. My pleasure. Never miss a chance!" Erica tossed the comment over her shoulder as she joined the last snap on her skirt. She smiled to herself as she took Jaimie's arm.
"Now that wasn't so bad, was it!" she remarked as she pulled Jaimie along with her, almost running as they breathed in the invigorating night air.
"That? What do you mean, 'that'?" Keeping pace with Erica, Jaimie felt exasperated rather than angry. She just couldn't get angry with Erica.
"You've just been initiated, hon," Erica said with a knowing look. "Not such a hard thing to do."
"But it was accidental. I didn't know he was there," Jaimie protested. She could see her breath in the air as she spoke.
"Oh yes, it was accidental all right. That's how these things are. But tonight you ever so briefly provided just the right ingredient for a nice little erotic collision with a man's gaze. Now you know what it's like." Erica turned and smiled at her. "And don't tell me you're not enjoying it, even now."
Inside the diner, passengers were crowded round wooden tables in their coats, their bulk and their breath adding to the dense fug of overheated air sealed behind the big shopfront windows designed to ward off the outdoor chill.
Last at the counter, the two paid for their orders. Once again there was a difference of opinion. Erica's toasted ham and cheese croissant plus jelly-filled doughnut for dessert sounded too messy for Jaimie, who opted for a safe, cream cheese, walnut and celery bagel. They ordered coffee to go.
"To go all night, more like it," laughed Erica as the waitress went to fill their order. "How 'bout you visit the ladies room while I collect?"
At last Jaimie was alone in the ladies room - mentally alone for the first time since this trip began. She took the opportunity to examine herself in the mirror. A mess, in her opinion. Jaimie realized that Erica was more than one person's worth of company but she had to admit, as she tidied her hair and splashed water on her face, that she felt more than alive in her presence than she had for a long time.
Her fiance, Kieren was nice. Perfect in every way, actually. But when she thought it through after only a few hours with Erica, she was beginning to realize that Kieren lacked imagination - a sense of fun.
She checked her ears. Those tell-tale piercings. Nine of them. The earrings were with her in a little box in her bag. When they were back on the bus she'd return them to their rightful places. For now she'd just use the mirror to insert the ninth, the latest and most difficult one, high up on her left ear.
Time to get back to Erica.
As she made a move toward the the outer door, Jaimie hesitated. Clearly the night promised no sleep for either of them, but there was one little thing she could do to ensure that for herself. She turned back and went into one of the cubicles.
Hitching up her long skirt, Jaimie slid her panties down and lifted them over her boots, one foot at a time, stumbling a little as they caught awkwardly on the heels and the zipper. As she rolled the lacy little item into her bag, she knew she wouldn't be telling Erica.
When Jaimie reappeared in the diner, Erica was ready with the food in paper sacks and the two coffees slotted into a purpose-built cardboard tray to go.
"Here. Take this and I'll catch you on the bus," she said. She turned toward the ladies room. "Don't let them go without me," she called back as she rounded the corner, searching for something inside her bag as she went.
Back on board, Jaimie found she had time to tidy their 'living quarters'. The engine of the bus was already purring and shuddering quietly beneath her as she took the liberty of returning both carry-ons to the locker and folding the blanket in half so they'd be able to handle their food more easily. With the armrest between them tucked away into the back of the seat, they'd have room for a snug little picnic between the two of them.
Erica climbed onto the bus buoyant and refreshed, her hair brushed and another layer of mascara on her eyelashes. Settling into her window seat with enthusiasm, she took her paper sack from Jaimie and tore it open.
"OK hon! Like I said, let's get started!" She took a large bite from her croissant. Flakes of buttery pastry fell onto the paper napkin on her lap. Erica picked up one or two of them and popped them in her mouth.
"And I'm not referring to lunch right now," she added.
"Start? You want me to start? How?" Jaimie was at a loss. She was already into her bagel. The coffees sat on the drop-down tray behind the seat in front of her.
"Well for starters, I want to know things. I like knowing things. I get off on knowing things," said Erica through her ham and melted cheese.
Jaimie thought for a moment. During the first part of their trip, Erica had certainly made her feel very warm and ready. More than. The mere fact that they'd spent all those hours doing nothing but talk sex, even indirectly, had kept Jaimie in a heated state for hours. Back then, she decided, Erica had been the one to give the most, showing her those amazing photos and allowing Jaimie to spend as long as she liked absorbing the details in each one.
Hearing the hiss of the automatic door, Jaimie looked up from her bagel and noticed that everyone was back on the bus and the driver was preparing to move on.
"Tell me what you mean," she said, returning to the conversation.
Licking her buttery fingers, Erica started on her doughnut. Strawberry jelly squelched from inside with each bite.
"Mmm!" murmured Erica as she ran her tongue over her lips. "Nice and fresh. Melts almost like cotton candy." She scooped some sticky red ooze from the side of the doughnut and licked it from her finger. She was thinking.
"What do I mean? Lemme think." Erica wiped her mouth on the paper napkin and screwed it up with her paper sack, stuffing it into the pocket behind the seat in front.
"Hold the coffees there while I cosy us under this blanket," she said. "Then we can get back on track with the talk."
As the bus pulled out of the neon-lit parking lot and out onto the service road, Erica and Jaimie settled once more under their traveling blanket, warming their hands with their coffees.
"The next episode in our little saga," began Erica, "Is this. I know what I want us to do, but I won't say it yet in case it puts you off. Maybe I'll tell you about one of my little escapades instead. Just a little one. So you know what I like."
She passed her coffee to Jaimie and reached down under the blanket to slip off her heels.
"That's better," she said, curling up in her seat and taking back her cup.
"I could tell you about how I showed my pussy to a guy at a train station," Erica resumed.
"Like you flashed the guy at the bus terminal?" asked Jaimie.
Erica smiled.
"A little different," she said. "He was with a friend on the seat alongside mine. Not too close. They were watching me and making jokes because my skirt was short. I do attract that kind of attention. When the friend grabbed the erection in his pants and bucked his hips at me, I thought I'd give them both something to think about. I caught the eye of the guy closest to me and gave him the flash."
"Is this true?" asked Jaimie. For some reason, the story seemed so far-fetched she couldn't quite believe it.
'Oh, quite true," confirmed Erica. There were other people about - a little way off - so there was no danger.
Perhaps it was true. Jaimie realized she could never be sure of Erica. She had those amazing photos, the proof of a certain kind of erotic lifestyle, but they were the planned product of a photographic studio, verified by the other professional people involved in their making. They didn't arrive by chance like one of Erica's serendipitous events.
Jaimie was curious. She couldn't resist Erica's directness - her lack of pretence. Some would call it artlessness.
"So what did you do?" she asked.
"Well, I took a look around, making sure no one else was close enough to mess up the scene, and I lifted my skirt.
Jaimie couldn't work out what there was to see in a girl, especially from the side. The other way round she could understand. If one of these guys had taken out his hard cock and displayed it, looking for a reaction on an unsuspecting girl's face, the act would be so unmistakable in its obviousness. One of her friends had described how it happened to her. But a female? Women needed to be closer to the person watching, and this posed certain dangers not present for a guy with exhibitionist leanings.
"What could he see from over there?" Jaimie had to know.
"Hon, on me these guys see more than they bargained for."
Jaimie's eyes widened.
"Maybe I'm unusual, but my clit is just a little bigger than most. It sits out just far enough to be a trouble to me if I'm wearing bikini bottoms at the beach." She looked at Jaimie for a reaction, expecting either horror or fascination.
"I'm not a freak or anything. It's just a bit bigger. Not much. So if I show it to guys sitting not too far off, there really is a little something for them to see down there."
She waited for Jaimie to respond, relaxing as she caught sight of the smile.
Jaimie was fascinated. Her mind had made that choice of the two before her; a neutral viewpoint was simply not a third option. As had become her custom with Erica, she asked another question.
"So what do you actually do? I mean, do you just show your pussy with your clit peeking out, or do you show more?"
"Ah! You're pickin' up on this one now!" laughed Erica with a naughty smile.
"I choose my mark carefully for a start. Someone who looks a bit edgy, alert, willing to look at what's going on around the place. No point in tempting a daydreamer who won't even know what he's seen until after it's gone."
Erica raised her eyebrows with a knowing look.
"When these guys realize they're seeing more than just a neat pair of pussy lips, I part them a little and draw back the hood of my clit. Now that really does make them sit up and drool - and my clit is sitting up higher for them without its hood. They die just for a glimpse. You should see what they do sometimes!"
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