Bus Stop

by: Adalai


Prologue

in which it all begins


There was a mischievous glint in her cobalt eyes- mischief, accompanied with something else. Carly didn't quite know what it was, but as she stared up at the blonde-haired goddess straddling her waist and inching her fingers closer and closer down there by the second, she couldn't remember a time when she had been as turned on as this. The warm body above her could have been strangling her and planning to fuck the living daylights out of her corpse when it was all done, but at least she'd die happy... and leave one extremely happy body behind that certainly wouldn't go to waste.

Despite how Carly naturally squirmed beneath her, the girl's captivating eyes never broke eye contact, and she managed to somehow keep the two of them nearly attached to one another by their lower areas. A small grin was beginning to tug at the girl's soft lips, which were swollen as a result of the make out session that had led to them being in this position in the first place.

Who are you?

The girl buried her face in Carly's neck, ravishing the sensitive skin. Moaning, the brunette leaned back into her pillow and gave a start when she suddenly felt teeth and tongue graze her skin. The wandering fingers that had distracted her earlier, had reached their destination and were slipping beneath the elastic of her underwear.

Who are you?

Her damn fingers lingered almost painfully at the fold of her lips, and she could feel her companion smile into her neck as Carly uttered a low, guttural growl. The blonde took this as an invitation to carry on with her torture. Agonizingly slowly, she traced her folds, each time moving closer and closer to her center before suddenly pulling away and starting over. My God, if only Carly wasn't been pinned down like this...

Who are you?!

The girl's kisses eventually trailed up to her jawline before capturing Carly's lips into a passionate and slow kiss. She broke away almost reluctantly, and smiled in victory at the brunette's ragged breathing. She withdrew her hand from the brunette's shorts, responding to an aggravated grunt by thrusting once against her. Met with a surprised, yet pleasured moan, her smirk only grew. Then, leaning forward until her lips were brushing against Carly's ear, the blonde closed her eyes and whispered in a low and husky tone.

"Wake up."


Carly's ears were filled with the shrill sound of her alarm's buzzing. She shot up in bed, breathing heavily. Her legs were tangled in the white sheets of her bed and small beads of sweat donned her forehead.

Struggling to catch her breath, she blankly stared at her digital clock in utter perplexity. She shook her head in a lame attempt to clear her mind, and with a shaking hand, brought its insistent blaring to a stop. Left in the silence of her dorm that was slowly beginning to be enveloped by the rays of the rising sun, she collapsed back into her pillow and brought her arm to rest across her eyes.

"What... what the hell was that?"