The abruptly fresh sunlight showered over Jump City. The iridescence of the sun brought the city to life. The people walked on the sidewalks, their heels gliding over the pavements. Others drive through the avenue, adding music and honking to the city atmosphere. Jump City had a distinct vibe of its own: as it always satisfied its people, and enchanted any visitors.
Rachel and Garfield just departed the campus, and they decided to spend the afternoon in the west side of the city. The pair finished their morning classes, and had the rest of the day to their disposal. As of now, they were at the train station, waiting for the next train's arrival.
"I'm tellin' you, that eight A.M. is not it." Garfield yawned, his words jumbling into a light slur.
Rachel replied, "As someone who wakes up about an hour and a half before then everyday, eight A.M is nothing to me."
"And hour and a half before eight? Let's see, an hour... that's seven... and a half... Rae, you're up at six-thirty every morning?"
"Yes."
"Dude, what do you do that early?"
"I take care of my hygiene, read, and meditate. I need some self-regulation before I deal with people all day, you know?"
"Uh, sure. Sheesh, not a pinch of daylight misses you, does it?"
"Barely. The only time I don't get up early is if I went to bed extremely late the night before, or if I'm sick. It helps that I'm a sucker for sunrises, so being an early bird is something I am by nature."
"Interesting. Now, you see, I can't do that. I'm more of a person that will sleep in until one in the afternoon. I like to go to bed late and wake up late. I think it's disrespectful that my writing class starts that early, it's almost painful."
"You're used to it now, now that the semester's almost over."
"Yeah. When I register for classes, I'm going to make sure the earliest class I have is at ten A.M."
The train's horn sounded as it approached the tracks. The rail corrugation; the axial, vertical, tangent friction between the train wheels and the rails, was so high-pitched, it made people's eardrums burst.
Rachel and Garfield boarded the train. Some people were seated, whilst others rode the train as standing passengers. The couple decided to ride the "Jump West". The Jump West was quite different from the local subway trains. The "JW", as some called it, traveled faster than subway trains, and overall, the service was nicer.
The seats were dark red, grey, and soft, nearly like the material of a couch—the type that a person melted right into as they took a seat. The seats were designed in a similar pattern to seating areas on a plane. Each row had at least two to three seats, and another row would follow straight up until the next train car.
Garfield and Rachel took their seats near the back of the car. They exchange their tickets with the train conductor as the ride commenced.
"This train is sooooo awesome. Everything's moving so fast." Garfield glanced out the window, pressing his hands against the glass.
The air from his nose condensed into a small fog on the surface of the window. It was almost like the nine year old Garfield always carried inside, never really went away.
Rachel laughed, "You're adorable."
They conversed, about what they wanted to explore in the city, and where they would return to in the near future. Garfield blew on the glass, his breath creating a white, thick mist. He uses the pad of his index finger to draw a heart. He traced a "G" on the left of the heart, and an "R" on the right. Rachel chuckles once more, finding Garfield's action cheesy, but all the more cute.
Rachel explains her fear of trains to her partner, about her fear of falling in between the gap between the train and the platform. She talks about when the train rides above the streets, and her anxiety in the case that a train would ever derail. Then, she says how grateful she is that they picked a seat that wasn't congested, because she doesn't like the idea of being clustered between people, like sardines in a can.
Garfield reassures Rachel that there's nothing to be afraid of, because he is with her.
"Rae, this train's gonna run through a tunnel for about twenty minutes." he faces her, his eyes growing lidded.
Rachel's facial expression twists in confusion, "That's... um, cool."
"I think... we should enjoy the ride."
Rachel's violet stare falls from his eyes, catches his lips, the ascends back to his gaze. He runs his pink tongue between his lips, looking back at her. She is able to feel his breath tip-toe on her face. Garfield gives her a longing stare, as if she's the girl of both his dreams and reality.
The jade in his eyes wears away at her purple, it was inevitable. It happened the first time, it happened the second time, and it was happening again.
Rachel disengages herself from her conserved, timid character, and makes the first move. She submits to Garfield, meshing her mouth with his. Garfield takes her gesture by surprise, but takes this moment as one to be proud of her for coming out of her shell a bit.
Their tongues swirled, massaged, and brushed against each other. The once fragile kiss is immediately charged by fervor. Rachel managed to suck on Garfield's tongue, then sucked his bottom lip into her mouth. Garfield reads her cues, trailing his hand from her shoulder, to her waist, and caresses her lower back.
Rachel just about grunted, swinging her left leg over so she's on top of Garfield's lap. Rachel slips in and out of her self-conscious state, wondering if they're kissing too loud, or not loud enough. She delves her tongue deeper into his mouth. Garfield hikes up her skirt slightly, giving her ass a quick squeeze. The girl squeals in an excited fashion, her bag falling on the floor in front of them.
The train chugs swiftly on the tracks, reaching the beginning of the tunnel. Even with their eyes closed, Rachel and Garfield were capable of knowing they entered a world of black.
Rachel unclasps the kiss, landing her lips on Garfield's neck. She tenderly nips his flesh, she doesn't want to bite down too hard, but just enough to create a bruise or two. Her hand cards through his hair again, then stumbles down his chest. She pecks the tilt of his jaw, then nibbles on his earlobe for a little more than a second.
Garfield breaks, using his strength to put Rachel back in her seat, a light gasp escaping her. They're both breathing heavily, craving for more of each other, any and every bit of each other they can manage to get in the middle of a commute.
"You're havin' a little too much fun, Rae. I'll take it from here."
The lights from the tunnel casually lit inside the train. Areas of the interior would show for a blink, and then were concealed by the contrast of darkness. That irregular pattern of light was more of an advantage than a disadvantage to Garfield and Rachel.
Garfield plays his hand inside her shirt, rolling his finger pads over her swelling nipples, and giving her breasts firm kneads. A noise between a chuckle and a moan leaks out of Rachel's mouth.
Thankfully enough for them, most of the company on the train were listening to music, intrigued by a newspaper, or scrolling through their phones. So, no one was really aware of any slip ups Rachel and Garfield were having; or of anything concerning the two at all.
Then, Garfield lets his hand inch across Rachel's thigh, then slips it between her legs. Rachel shivers, a red layer developing in her pale cheeks. Rachel eyes Garfield's carnal stare, which is only visible through the blinking of tunnel lights. He drags his finger up the apex of her slit, then lines patterns on the delicate skin.
"Oh..." Rachel heaves, her back angling into an arch.
Garfield progresses with this manner, keeping in touch with only the material of Rachel's underwear, and barely pressing onto her dermis. After putting himself and his girl through enough teasing, he tucks the panty to the side.
Rachel's face creases as his finger tingles across her wetting core. He toys with her, loving the way her body squirmed with every centimeter he moved, and the needy, impatient expression in her eyes.
Garfield pushes his index finger first, then moves his lips to the crevice of Rachel's neck. He treats one skin with open-mouthed kisses, and the other with slow thrusts. He situates his thumb on her red bud while fingering her. Rachel swallows hard as a jolt racks through her body. He's learning her body, even in such a unique place to participate in taboo.
Everything's turning him on.
The way she writhes underneath him.
The way she's breathing.
How warm she's getting.
And just simply the thought that he's lucky enough to fuck her on a train.
She releases a moan, and he snaps again.
He hisses, "You gonna make me act up."
He moves from the seat, to the floor. His knees are on the metal flooring, and he's facing the thing that was about to please them both.
Rachel grins seductively, "Glad I could be of service."
Garfield laughs to himself, running his fingers over her thighs. He kisses her inner thighs, nibbles them, whispers something loving into them. Garfield lifts Rachel's legs, putting them over his shoulders.
He spreads Rachel open like how she would
open her books, eager and brimming with curiosity. Garfield bends over, letting his breath ghost over Rachel's heat.
Now, there wasn't any universal rule that forbade pleasing your girlfriend on a train, and if there was—Garfield was about to break it.
He angles in, kissing the outer labia. Next, he kisses the lips of her vagina. The pink, dampening flesh bends to his every kiss. Garfield dips his adventurous tongue into her cave.
"Gar!" her voice escalates, turning a few curious heads.
Again, no one can see exactly where the noises are coming from, as the car is dark.
He sweeps his tongue inside the girl. Her flavor was sweet, but had a compelling hint of zest to it.
Rachel couldn't believe it.
Garfield was pleasing her in the presence of the public.
Again.
He knew what he was doing, though. Garfield was putting them both in a place where they had to keep to a limit, break limits, and be each other's limits.
Garfield's thumb journeys to her clitoral hood as his tongue flicks up and down her reddening slit.
Rachel's head tilts back, she wriggles, she places her hand over her mouth like one time before; afraid someone would hear her.
"J-Just like that, Gar," she whimpers, her hips grind into his mouth, "Go all the way in there."
And he does.
He adds his tongue, subtracts a finger, multiplies the speed and pressure, divides the girl into a number she's never known before.
Garfield makes all the necessary refinements he can to give Rachel what she deserves.
Rachel moans once more, her harsh breathing cracking into light swears and begs, only for Garfield to listen to.
He makes daring eye contact with her, showing her that he's tasting her, licking her, touching her, listening to her, feeling her, and without a doubt eating her out.
"Please—" she husks in a broken monotone.
"I love the way you moan." was his dark response.
He smirks against Rachel's soaked core, then advances.
"Right— right there, right there, right there, right there, that's—the spot." she tugs him closer by the hair, and slants her core more in his mouth.
Rachel's daze strikes even harder as she orgasms into Garfield's mouth. Her body quivers, her heart stutters, and she fumbles. Surely, seeing Rachel like this, granted Garfield physical effects of his own. Her moan is quieted by her hand, and Garfield feeds on what Rachel let out.
He glances up at her again, her once sexually strained face was relieved.
"Are you okay?" Garfield quizzes, still on the floor.
"Yes, I am. Are you alright?"
Just as Garfield always consented Rachel, she makes sure to do the same for him.
"I'm good, Rae. Holy crap, you're amazing." he sighs, sitting back next to her.
Rachel adjusts her clothes, kissing his cheek.
"That makes the two of us. This was the best train ride I've ever had." she rasps.
"Happy to hear it, Rae."
The pair snuggle as daylight pours through the train. The world remained just how they left it, everyone on the train was minding their business, and the vehicle proceeded to its next stop. Even so, Garfield and Rachel were in a world of their own, where all they thought about was each other.