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This story is the fourth part of a longer piece in which an erotic event draws two very different young women together, talking sex and getting each other off on role play during a long, overnight bus trip. In all this time they have scarcely touched each other.
In this romance-only episode, the bus trip ends and the pair meet again three weeks later. Fate has been unkind to both young women, and bi-girl, Erica needs loving care. It's all a new experience for Jaimie, so they take things very slowly. Their first real kiss promises more for the future.
If you'd like to know how Erica and Jaimie began their friendship, you can find the earlier "Erica" chapters in 'Lesbian Sex'.
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"Pull your tits," hissed Erica from under the blanket they were sharing on the bus. "Pinch your nipples. Or I'll do it!"
Jaimie did. The thought of Erica pinching her nipples was more than she could handle, blinding her with erotic possibility.
With a quick tug of her left nipple and a sharp pinch on the right to follow through, she surged into a full-on climax, her body straightening in a single, huge spasm, the power of her internal ejaculatory forces taking over her whole being as she made futile attempts to disguise the moan rising up from within.
Cupping her pussy in her hand, she felt the strong clitoral pulses pumping against her fingers, unrelenting at first and gradually receding into nothingness. It was only then that she relaxed.
*
As the bus ride was drawing to a close, Jaimie's time with Erica appeared to have none of the vibrancy of the earlier parts of the night, replaced instead by a sense of natural calm that said a great deal about their developing friendship. It was such a contrast to the high they'd maintained through most of the journey.
The two young women had excited each other so consistently and for so long that they found themselves sharing a state of total relaxation. On the surface, it seemed as if Erica's compelling personality, challenging companionship and entertaining chat had vanished entirely, but the two of them were so exhausted from their physical and mental efforts that they gave themselves to sleep for a couple of hours.
At 5:00 AM the bus slid to a halt at a cafe for a short comfort stop, but Jaimie and Erica were quite unaware it had done so. A few wakeful passengers made their way past the sleeping pair to avail themselves of the facilities in the dingy establishment while the bus re-fueled, and the remainder merely coughed a bit, changed position under their blankets, and slept on.
Seated in front of the girls, the man they'd aroused to the point of orgasm as he overheard their conversation only hours earlier, shifted in his seat. He'd been looking forward to stretching his legs, and as he stood and pulled on his jacket, he looked back at the two of them fast asleep behind him, noting Jaimie's head resting on Erica's lap.
For some reason he'd developed a sense of 'ownership' of the two unlikely friends, a feeling that he'd been in their company for some time and had become familiar enough with their personalities to make certain presumptions. Knowing how daring their talk had been, he couldn't help but admire the way sleep had blessed the two with an angelic innocence they'd clearly abandoned long ago in their waking life.
It wasn't until rays of the early morning sun became strong enough to cause Erica to wince against the glare that she stirred enough to wake Jaimie.
In the light of day, the two were almost shy with each other as they adjusted to a new reality, their destination only half an hour away. They smiled politely and checked their appearance, straightening their clothes as best they could, yawning and stretching their arms and legs as they did so. Both of them found sunglasses to hide their tired eyes.
Then Jaimie remembered something. It was only a little thing, but she felt it was something Erica had wanted from the start. It seemed symbolic somehow.
"Erica?" Jaimie used her name for perhaps the first time since they met.
"Mm?" Erica questioned, her thoughts interrupted.
"I have a small favor to ask. Something I can't manage on my own right now."
"I'm all yours. You know that," said Erica more warmly. "Ask away."
Jaimie reached into her bag for her small jewelry box.
"My earrings," said Jaimie. "You noticed my piercings right at the start, and now I'd like you to put my rings and studs back in for me, if that's OK with you."
"Of course!" Erica turned eagerly and took the little box. Now that she had a job to do, she felt as though there was some purpose to the new day.
"Just tell me where they go."
One by one, Jaimie handed her the earrings - all eight of them - holding her hair back and submitting her ear to her new friend, trusting her careful touch.
Erica inserted and fastened each one, beginning with the lowest and working her way up. As she searched for each hole in the earlobe, her face was quite close and Jaimie was aware of the intensity of their breathing. Both of them were taking in the combined perfumes of their newly awakened bodies as they concentrated on this intimate task.
Jaimie could smell the musky aroma of previous night's activities on her companion's fingers. She closed her eyes as Erica worked, her mind fixed on those delicate, familiar hands holding her ear in position as she gently completed each fitting. The tenderness overwhelmed Jaimie, now increasingly aware of the imminent parting at the end of the ride.
When Erica came to the ninth earring already in position - the single one that Jaimie had re-inserted during their midnight meal break at the diner in the mountains, she hesitated, running her finger over the broad gold clip.
"It's so cool, this one," she said. "Not like the others."
"Would you care to have it?" Jaimie moved both hands to her ear, ready to undo the clasp. It was so like her to do that. She was often moved by a surge of generosity that led to her parting with a favorite treasure and giving it to someone else.
"Nah! Thanks, but no," said Erica, withdrawing her hand. "You keep it. Looks good on you," she smiled.
Jaimie tucked the empty jewelry box back into her bag and leaned back, gazing out the window. She'd almost become too accustomed to the sounds, rhythms and cadence of the bus as it hummed and cruised along. As she tuned in once again to the vibrations and the hiss of the brakes as they rounded a sharper curve, she made a mental picture to savor for later.
All of the sensual stimulations of the ride, coupled with the incredible discoveries made with her new friend, were now melded into one. From now on, whenever she traveled the road she knew she'd vividly recall Erica.
The first houses indicating the outskirts of their city took the attention of both of them and they watched the passing scene in silence, the dullness of the suburb reflecting the grayness descending over their mood. In no time they were moving through the empty streets of the Sunday morning city center, and from there into the cavernous, echoing concrete structure that was the bus terminal.
With the bright morning behind them, Erica and Jaimie once again found themselves waiting in the glare of artificial light - this time on the pavement outside the bus, waiting for the driver to raise the hatches and remove their luggage.
Anyone who has traveled on a bus will know the feeling at this time: the sudden move into another phase of life; the concentrated attention on each bag as it's hauled from the stowage area; the painful awareness that quite intimate relationships formed on board must be abandoned in favor of the needs of 'significant others' looming into view even now to help carry the bags to the family car.
And so it was with Erica.
And Jaimie.
As she took delivery of her bag and stood there next to it with her sunglasses shoved back on top of her head, Jaimie was feeling strange and alone in a new city, wondering where life was about to take her in the next half hour.
Further along the sidewalk she caught sight of a tall, good-looking dark-haired young man who could only be Erica's Max, waving as he came out of the waiting room, sweeping Erica off her feet in one motion as they met. It was just as well he was tall. Erica in her heels seemed almost his height. They kissed as if for the first time ever, locking lips and wrapping their arms round each other in a fierce embrace.
"Still in a dream world?"
Jaimie heard Kieren's voice before she felt his kiss on the back of her neck. Rather less smoothly than she'd planned, she turned with a smile as he drew her strongly into his arms and kissed her on the lips. They hugged so hard that Jaimie nearly lost her footing. She made an awkward grab for her sunglasses.
Kieren released his hold and stepped back to look at her, holding her at arm's length and obviously pleased to see her again. Grinning, he picked up her large travel bag and hefted its weight on the long strap over his shoulder. Jaimie bent to gather up her carry-on and her sunglasses fell to the pavement, along with her bag as it slipped down her arm. Letting out a sigh, she stood for a moment, looking at the scene as she pulled a wry face at Kieren. It all looked so clumsy.
"You haven't changed," Kieren laughed, watching her trying to gather her belongings. Still wearing an amused smile, he lowered her heavy bag to the ground and reached down for the glasses that had landed at his feet.
"Car's not far away," he said, handing them to her. "We can catch up on the news there."
Some things are sent to us to make a difference, and even a small event can change the course of our lives. So it was that day for Jaimie as she gathered up her belongings. She'd lingered just long enough to hear that crucial sound as she began to move away - that familiar 'click, click' of heels behind her, running a little, trying to catch up.
"Jaimie... Hon..." Erica's voice was hesitant as she slowed her approach.
Jaimie turned to see her there, surprised at the hesitation, at the uneasy use of her real name. Erica was holding a business card.
"I just remembered something." She thrust the card into Jaimie's hand and smiled faintly. "This is my home town after all, so anytime... while you're here... you know."
There was something about her wistful expression, the apologetic wave of her hand.
Jaimie responded immediately. Such a generous act could only bring out the natural warmth in her nature and her face broke into a relaxed smile as she overcame her surprise and took the card.
"Thanks," she said simply. "I'll remember."
Her next move was quite without thought; to Jaimie it was the right thing to do. She reached toward Erica with outstretched arms. Instinctively, Erica moved into her embrace, throwing her arms around Jaimie's body and lowering her height a little. As they pressed their faces cheek to cheek in a quick, hard hug, their eyes squeezed shut with the intensity of the act, they knew they were telling each other a message that words could never express and their minds, as yet, couldn't know.
Simultaneously they released their hold and stood back, smiling at each other with a new, quiet confidence.
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"Bye now," said Erica. "Take care."
She turned and walked back to Max.
"Hey, now! What was all that about?" Kieren was reading the scene in a jovial manner.
"Nothing much," said Jaimie, slipping the card into her skirt pocket.
She picked up her carry-on.
"We just talked lots of stuff on the bus. Girl talk. You wouldn't be interested."
She slid her free hand into his and smiled up at him.
*
It was a very different Jaimie who stood on that same sidewalk three weeks later, waiting for the morning bus out of town. At short notice she'd been unable to make a reservation on the quicker, overnight journey, and now she found herself at the terminal once more, dabbing a wet handkerchief at the occasional tear welling in her eye and searching absent-mindedly for the exact place where she'd fare-welled Erica three weeks earlier.
Kieren had dropped her off at the bus terminal long before the departure time and gone on to the office for a breakfast meeting. With only a few other passengers for company, Jaimie was lonely there inside the waiting room, and a breath of fresh air outside seemed a better proposition than the cold concrete interior.
As she mentally measured the length of the sidewalk for clues, she pushed to the back of her mind the dominant features of the past three weeks - Kieren's overly charming mother, his imposing father, his sumptuously decorated family home where everything ran like clockwork and no random thought was tolerated.
Looking for a fresh handkerchief, Jaimie plunged her hand deep into the pocket of her long skirt, the same purple, red and black one she'd arrived in. It was then she found Erica's business card.
With a sense of wonder she pulled it from her pocket and examined it properly for the first time.
'This is my home town after all, so anytime,' Erica had said. Jaimie could hear the message echoing in her mind. She was sure she'd heard it right.
She looked at her watch. Forty-five minutes until the bus arrived. She reached inside her bag for her cell phone.
"Erica? This is Jaimie."
"Who?" The voice at the other end of the phone sounded unfamiliar.
"It's me, Jaimie. From the bus ride three weeks ago." Jaimie waited, hoping for recognition.
There was a pause. Sounds of shuffling. Glassware against cutlery.
"Oh hon, it's you!" The voice sounded more recognizable now as it came closer to the phone, then it took on hushed tones.
"Look," Erica murmured, "I can't say much now. It's busy here. Talk to me and I'll listen."
There was a silence while Jaimie tried to work out in her mind if Erica was putting her off or if something at the other end was preventing her from speaking freely.
"Yes," said Erica, filling the void and obviously putting on a casual front for an audience at her end. "Go on," she said in a voice full of excitement. "Tell me about it!" She laughed exaggeratedly.
"You're sure?" asked Jaimie. "You want me to talk?"
"Yesss!" returned Erica, almost fiercely. "I mean it."
"OK," said Jaimie slowly. Then, as the thoughts expressed themselves clearly for the first time, she began to speed up, the words tumbling from her mouth.
"I'm at the bus terminal and I'm going home early because I can't stand Kieren's folks or their home or the way they live..." She was gabbling, pausing for breath now and then. "And I'm not sure I can stand Kieren either."
By the end of her statement, the tears were flowing afresh.
"There. I've said it. I've had a terrible time and I think I've made such a mistake coming here."
"Oh, hon! I'm so sorry to hear it!" exclaimed Erica with mock sincerity, keeping up the pretence for her home audience.
"Now you listen to me hon," she resumed in a lazy tone as she heard Jaimie gasp at the other end, "I need to go out now and pick up a few things. I'll be driving your way so I'll stop by. You can give me the figures then."
Figure? What figures? Jaimie was thinking hard. 'Talk to me', Erica had said. 'Can't talk now'. Jaimie just had to believe that Erica's tone did not match the words of her conversation. She was pretending in some way - trying to give her a message without anyone in her home knowing.
So Jaimie talked.
"You mean, you're driving out now and you're coming here to the bus terminal?" she asked, somewhat incredulously. "For me? In your car?"
Erica laughed.
"Oh you are a quick one," she laughed. "Of course! It's no trouble at all. Don't go 'way now!" she was singing the words in those tones of hers. "Those figures won't wait till next week." Then she was gone.
As Jaimie looked at her phone, a wry thought flashed through her mind. She was reacting the way they used to do in movies: someone hangs up on the leading lady so she looks at the phone incredulously as if the handset has terminated the conversation in a fit of pique. Jaimie became sharply aware that the cell phone of today provided something real to observe, and that right now she was seeing the message, 'end call'. Suddenly the conversation with Erica seemed like a mirage.
Once again she looked at her watch. Thirty-five minutes until the bus departed. All she could do was wait. For the bus. For Erica. Whichever came first.
When fifteen minutes remained, Jaimie was trying to put the Erica conversation right out of her thoughts. Staring once more at her cell, she was giving all her attention to deleting old messages when the sound of a vehicle drawing to a halt alongside broke her concentration. She heard the driver's window hiss as it slid down.
"Hon! I'm here for you! Climb aboard!"
Jaimie almost cried when she heard those familiar tones.
"My bag!" she exclaimed.
"Fetch it!" ordered Erica, releasing the catch on the trunk. "I'll wait."
*
It wasn't until they were pulling into the parking lot at the Riverside Motel that Jaimie realized what had happened to both of them during the previous three weeks and what was happening to them now. It crossed her mind that with one phone call she had changed the course of everything, removing herself from a rocky segment of her own life but at the same time becoming part of a difficult scene in another's.
Of course Erica had told her vaguely that things weren't OK at home with Max, but their eyes were on the road while they headed out along the freeway then off it again to locate the motel in the tree-lined streets near the river, and the full impact of these words hadn't hit home. It was only when Jaimie noticed the bruises on Erica's arms as she swung into the drive that she began to guess what her troubles may have been. There was so much to take in. She felt a little dazed as they climbed out of the car.
"There's no way I can take you home right now," said Erica as she entered a call on her cell. "Not until after tonight."
She moved off a little way and said a few words into her phone, perhaps a message, leaning against the wall and doubling over a little as she spoke. It seemed as though she was unwell.
Feeling a little anxious, Jaimie got busy with the luggage in the trunk - her own large bag, her carry-on, and a small bag belonging to Erica. Her friend had come prepared.
"Tonight?" queried Jaimie when Erica returned, snapping her cell shut.
"Yeah. Max is traveling again. Leaving later today. More cattle sales, so he'll be gone a while. They'll let us into a room here early, during the day, but only after 10 AM."
There'd be a forty minute wait for the room, they were told at reception, but they could check in immediately and sit through the remaining minutes in a nearby coffee shop.
Jaimie was ravenous. With no breakfast to speak of, she'd left Kieren's home hungry. Now it was her turn to make short work of two croissants and some very good coffee. Erica, on the other hand, ate very little. Toying with several packets of sugar, she stirred her coffee and sipped at her cup with uncharacteristic lethargy. Something was wrong. She didn't look well.
At the appointed time, Jaimie carried the bags for both of them as they found their room, listening anxiously along the way as her friend's unsteady footsteps sounded behind her - the 'click-clack' of those heels she'd come to know, but this time without the usual spirited pace.
She opened the door and carried the bags inside. Turning back with a smile toward the slim figure silhouetted against the daylight, she was just in time to see it sway to one side and lurch against the door frame. Jaimie rushed forward as Erica fell heavily into her arms.
* As Erica slept, Jaimie lay beside her under the covers, trying to share her own warmth with her friend and bring her back to her old self. In a half-awake state as she came to terms with this new situation, she lay there, sometimes with closed eyes, but always alert for any movement in the sleeping figure next to her. She still couldn't believe she'd managed to haul the heavy weight up onto the bed, and she could hardly remember how she'd managed to take some of her clothes off and make her comfortable.
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