Fixbus

Enthusiastically I take a picture of the Flixbus and send it to Aimee before I get on. I greet the driver cheerfully, but he just gives me a sullen look. I think he is German. I don't care much. Nothing can ruin this day. Not the grumpy bus driver and not even the fifteen hour bus journey that awaits me. My enthusiasm also makes me seem to be the first on the bus, or maybe even the only one. The little kid in me tells me to sit in the back, just like old times. I seize the opportunity and install myself in the back row by the window. Maybe coming half an hour early was a bit excessive, in hindsight. I put in my bluetooth earphones and look out the window. Not that there's anything to see at the bus stop, but I don't know what else to do.

It's almost time now, the bus has started and is getting ready for departure. Meanwhile, there are a handful of people in it, mainly young people, but also an older couple. Then, literally a minute before departure, a girl comes running. She's wearing super short jeans and a black top that starts just below her small breasts and leaves her entire belly exposed. Her blonde, almost white, hair is long and tousled. She knocks on the door of the bus and the driver gruffly opens it. He snaps at her in German but lets her go after she shows her ticket. I watch her between the seats. She's gorgeous. Long, thin legs and a slim, slightly muscular belly. On her right arm is a collection of bracelets and festival bands that leave no doubt as to what kind of girl this is. She's the opposite of me: outgoing, high-spirited, pretty, and well-travelled. And to make matters worse, she's heading my way... I quickly look away and pretend not to see her. Out of the corner of my eye I see her take a seat in my row of seats, on the other side by the window. Shit, why here? I glance over at her and see her smiling back at me. In a panic I quickly turn my head back to the window and I feel myself turning bright red.

The bus drives away and the fifteen-hour drive can begin. I text Aimee that I'm finally on my way to Paris. After a year of only talking online, I will finally meet my girlfriend in real life within 24 hours. Seeing her, kissing her, feeling her. Maybe... My first time. I grab my phone and smile at the photo of Aimee on my lock screen. Her short black hair and cute little face always make me happy. She's not quite my type in appearance, but she loves me, and I love her. That is the most important. However? My music stops abruptly. Forgot to charge my earbuds again. I dig into my bag for the dock and cable so hopefully I'll have music again soon, and pull out the earbuds.

So, what brings you to Paris?

. Fuck. My heart skips a beat and I feel myself turn red as the girl next to me mistakes my lack of music for an opening.

I... Uh... I'm going to my girlfriend

, I stammer. I cough a little after it so hopefully she thinks that's why I have a head like a tomato.

Oh that's nice

, she says enthusiastically,

have you been together long?

.

A year

, I say hastily.

Did you meet her there?

, she asks with genuine interest. I tell her a bit embarrassed that I've never seen Aimee and that we met through Facebook. She asks if I have a picture and I'm too shy to lie. Sweat gushes from my pores as she casually plops into the seat next to me to check my phone.

She's cute

, smiles the blonde,

what is her name?

. I smell her perfume and her leg almost touches mine. Why did I have to sit next to this girl right now?

Aimee

, I say.

I'm Esme

. She holds out a hand and I shake it weakly. Aimee and Esmee... It almost seems like some kind of cruel joke.

Joey

, I introduce myself.Little nervous, Joey?

, she smiles when she feels my sweaty hand, and I nod. If only she knew. The problem is that Esmee is my type. All my life I've been falling for the exact kind of girl I can't have. Outgoing, high-spirited, handsome and well-traveled. Throughout my school years I had crushes on a series of girls who often didn't even know I existed, and just when I thought I'd be happy with someone who likes me for who I am, the universe places me next to my dream woman on the way to her .

Do you want one from me?

, asks Esmee, and she holds up a hand with an earplug.

Uh yeah, that's fine

, I say out of courtesy. I'd like to get far away from her and forget her before I get to Paris, but I know that's not going to happen. I put in her earpiece and Esmee taps something on her mobile. Muse. Of course she loves Muse.

Good?

, she asks with the most beautiful smile I've ever seen.

Good

, I confirm. For a while we listen in silence to her Spotify list while Esmee moves rhythmically to the music and sometimes shamelessly mimics pieces. She is so uninhibited. It's something I can only dream of.

Does that chick of yours have some taste?

, Esmee laughs when she sees me nodding in approval at every song from her playlist.

A little

, I lie.

Sometimes a little is enough!

, Esme laughs happily. Sometimes. I want to ask her what she's going to do in Paris, but I don't dare. Not only because of my social anxiety, but also because I don't want to find out too much about her. I just have to survive this bus trip and then I will quickly forget about Esmee in a few days and I can get on with my life with Aimee.

The hours slowly tick by. The hot summer sun warms the bus like a can of beans on a fire. If there is already air conditioning in it, then it does not try too hard. Esmee's choice of clothing, which I used to call mildly slutty in my head, suddenly makes a lot more sense. She gave me her second earpiece and, thank God, went back to her corner. She sits turned toward me, her legs draped over the chairs toward me as she reads a book. Her bare feet look cute and sexy, distracting me as I try to look outside and not think about her. We are already on our way to France and it is starting to get light. The bus stops occasionally to let more people into prominent towns and by the time night falls it is quite full. Early in the morning tomorrow we will arrive and Aimee will be waiting for me...

Esmee puts her book in her small backpack and stretches. From the corner of my eye I admire her slim body. Her bluetooth earphones have also been empty for a while and I return them awkwardly.

Thank you

, smiles Esme,

do you think you will sleep like this?

. I nod.

You can lie down if you want

, she says,

I can't sleep on a bus anyway

. She sees my look and smiles.

Or is that not allowed by your girlfriend?

.

Don't know

, I admit. Aimee and I have never discussed this sort of thing, but I suspect she wouldn't agree.

Don't worry Joey

, says Esmee playfully,

I can keep a secret

. I laugh awkwardly and want to stretch out with my feet towards Esmee.

Hey hey, not with those sweaty legs here

, she laughs,

otherwise please

. I turn around and now my head is just off Esmee's lap. She smiles at me.

Goodnight Joey

.

Good night Esme

. I watch her for a while longer as she looks out the window, humming softly. It calms me down and I slowly fall asleep.

We are on a beach. A beautiful, golden beach with azure blue sea. Only U.S. She's wearing a black bikini and she's smiling at me like only she can.Let me spoil you

, she whispers softly in my ear. She playfully pushes me onto my back onto the warm bath towel and sits on top of me. Her crotch is on mine and I can feel her. Her warmth. She smiles and gently rubs back and forth on purpose as I grow and grow, harder and harder. She lowers herself slightly and pulls down my swimsuit. Freedom at last. Her hand is warm and soft as she grabs me and jerks me off with smooth, calm movements. I just look at her smile. That beautiful smile. She lets go of me and lets her hands disappear behind her back. The bikini falls and two perfect, round breasts glisten in the tropical sun. The drawstrings of her shorts loosen and the smooth black fabric falls away. She sits on top of me again and gently rides back and forth, only this time without the fabric between us. I feel her warmth again, but also how moist she is. How much she wants me. She bends over me and kisses me. Her hand takes me tight and gently directs my rock-hard sex into her soaking wet, willing slit. I want to say something. Maybe about condoms, but nothing comes out of my mouth. She only smiles and now rides me with passion. Our sweaty bodies become one and I feel unparalleled pleasure building in my head. I cum... I cum in Esmee...

Oh Esme

, I moan with pleasure.

Joey. Joey! JOEY!

. I open my eyes in a daze and see Esmee hanging upside down above me in the dim light of the bus lights. It takes me a split second to realize I'm in the back of a Flixbus and not on a tropical beach. Immediately after that comes the next even worse realization: I came in my pants. The thin fabric of my comfortable travel pants is completely soaked around the crotch and shows a large, wet stain. I feel myself turning redder than ever and sit down as fast as I can. Esmee looks at me calmly and gives me a reassuring smile.

Can happen

she says quietly,

do you have an extra?

.

Not in hand luggage

, I say. Esmee rummages in her handbag and takes out a pack of make-up wipes. Without asking, she pulls out a cloth and starts rubbing my crotch to clean the wet spot. It's both embarrassing and exciting how Esmee brushes the cum off my pants and carelessly caresses my half-frozen cock.

That's how it is right?

, she asks when she has used two wipes. The stain does indeed seem to be partly gone, but we will only be able to assess the real damage when things dry up.

Yes thank you

, I say, still bright red.

I won't tell your girlfriend

, Esme winks. Fortunately we are the only ones on the bus who seem awake.

You did dream about her, didn't you?

.

Yes!

, I answer a little too quickly and enthusiastically, and Esmee smiles guiltily. She knows... Did I mention her name in my sleep?

Do you still want to do in there?

, asks Esmee as she hands me the pack of wipes. I accept him gratefully, but only then do I realize that it is difficult for me to clean my underpants without her seeing everything.

Here, let's switch, I'll keep watch

, says Esme. She gets up and I shuffle uncomfortably with my creamy underwear on her warm chair.

Everyone is asleep

, confirms Esmee in a whisper. I can't go back now, and I certainly can't get to Aimee with a pair of boxers pumped up. I pull my pants down to my knees and look at the damage. Esmee pretends not to look at first, but after a few seconds I see her shamelessly peeking.

Jesus Joey

, she whispers laughing when she sees the mess in my underpants. I've never sprayed so much in my life as I do now.

Was I that good?

. I don't know how to answer that and I see that Esmee secretly likes that. Six wipes later I have wiped most of the cum out of my boxers. I want to pull up my pants but feel Esme's hand on my wrist. A warm shiver runs down my spine. For the first time I also see some tension on her face.

It's better if you let it dry for a while

, she says with a naughty smile as she slowly sinks into the chair next to me.

Tell me Joey

, she says as she grabs my hand so I can't pull up my pants,

what did you dream?

. It feels so wrong, like I'm cheating already, but I tensely tell Esmee about the dream. About the beach and the sea and her bikini and about the sex. She gently caresses my hand and involuntarily I feel my erection rise again.Did it feel good?

, Esme asks. I can hear from her breathing that she finds it exciting too. I nod. My cock is at its maximum erection again and I see Esmee's eyes wandering repeatedly.

Did it... feel like this?

. She lets go of my hand and grabs my rock-hard pole with her sweaty, warm hand. I close my eyes and take a deep breath. I have to stop her. This isn't fair to Aimee. I'm going to stop her. Now! Her hand gently caresses up and down my cock. Now! Her palm caresses me tenderly and spreads a large drop of warm pre-cum over my sensitive head. Now! I open my eyes and see Esmee looking at me with a tense look.

Do you want this?

, she whispers. I nod. Sorry Aimee.

In the dim light of the overhead lights, I watch Esmee take off her top. Her small breasts are even more beautiful than in my dream, with perfect dark pink nipples sticking out excitedly. Now topless, she bends over and grabs my erection again. Her warm lips are dry as she kisses my head and slowly slides it in between. Her tongue feels soft and just like I've dreamed all these years. He darts over my head and licks up my pre-cum enthusiastically. She doesn't go deep. She's calm and quiet and not at all like the porn stars I secretly love to watch. But jesus, she's delicious. Her little tits gently bounce each time her head rises back up, bringing my aroused cock a little closer to a new climax. It's not like I imagined my first blowjob. It's better.

After several minutes Esmee stops and I almost want to beg her to continue, mere seconds away from orgasm. She shakes her head and stands up. She looks around timidly and then pulls down her jeans and drops them to the floor. Her underwear matches her black top. I know I really need to stop her now. Blowjob is one thing, but I can't do this to Aimee. But again I say nothing as Esmee pulls down her panties and shuts me up. She's freshly shaved and her pink lips protrude slightly from the narrow crevice between her legs. She breathes heavily and I can see the lust in her eyes as she fumbles in the purse and pulls out a condom. I can't do this. I can't do this. I feel so guilty, but I let it happen. I let her tear open the package with her teeth and I let her hurriedly roll the condom over my big erection. The base of the rubber is tight on my cock and squeezes it a little. I watch, mouth hanging open, as Esmee spits into her hand and smears it between her legs, moaning softly from her own touch. I'm frozen. Frozen with shame and guilt but above all with pure lust for the beautiful girl who now climbs on my lap.

Is this your first time?

, asks Esmee with a trembling voice as she grabs me and puts me ready between her lips. Even through the rubber I feel the horny heat of her vagina radiating over my head. I nod and almost automatically feel my hips rise a little, eager to fill Esmee. She leans forward and then lowers herself very slowly. Her breath catches and her eyes widen as my cockhead quietly disappears into her tight warmth. The lube on the condom mixed with Esme's saliva helps a lot as she slowly lowers herself over me. She begins to drive me, very slowly and very carefully so as not to make too much noise or to fall off the cramped seat. Our bodies are pressed together as we stare into each other's eyes in the twilight, enjoying the pure unadulterated passion. I clumsily thrust along with Esmee's skilled movements, more out of some kind of primal instinct than because I want to. The only thing stopping me from coming again is the tight condom and my recent climax. Esmee fucks me for several minutes and then slips herself off me.

I look in surprise at the soaking wet condom.

You're a virgin, aren't you, Joey?

, she asks as she sits down on the chair next to me and opens her legs wide.

Yes

, I admit,

is that bad?

.

No no

, she says quickly,

do you trust me?

. I'm not exactly sure what she means by that, but I nod. Hastily, Esmee grabs the slippery condom and pulls it off my erection. Without saying anything, she pulls me slightly forcefully towards her and I roll over her.

Relax, I'm on the pill

, she gasps when I lie on top of her. I can't go back now. I grab my cock and gently slide it inside Esmee. I didn't think it possible, but this feels ten times better. It's the best thing I've felt in my life. Tight, warm, wet and I can feel this beautiful girl's energy flowing through me as I fill her up. As if we have become one. I start to thrust, quietly at first but soon lust takes over: fast and urgent. Esmee puts a hand over her mouth and moans into it. I don't know if she will cum, but I hope so. I try to get more and more of myself into her with every thrust. I want to explore every bit of her, feel every last bit. Now that the condom is gone, things go much faster. I notice I'm about to cum and panic a little.

Come inside me

, Esmee whispers when she sees me and feels doubt,

please

. I pick up the pace and thrust into her the last few times, forcefully and deeply. My eyes go black for a moment as I cum deep inside Esmee's warm pussy. I feel my cock swell and throb with excitement. Powerful, hot waves of cum shoot deep into Esmee and I can see her enjoying it almost as much. Or she pretends well.

I pull back very quietly and look in disbelief at the beautiful pink slit that just deflowered me. She's still a little open and soon my cum slowly drips out over the floor of the bus. Exhausted, I collapse next to Esmee and we rest in silence for a while. Slowly my lust gives way to clear, rational thoughts and I realize what I just did. I'm panicking internally. How am I going to tell Aimee this? Am I going to tell Aimee this? What if she smells it? Or see? It's not a good way to start the relationship, that's for sure.

Regret?

, asks Esmee as she quietly puts her clothes back on. The bus drives steadily through the dark night towards Paris.

No

, I say. And I mean it.

You're going to make her very happy, Joey

, says Esme. I finally dare to ask.

Is someone waiting for you too?

, I ask.

Do you think I always have condoms in my purse?

, Esme asks. I shrug and she laughs.

We're in the same boat, Joey

, she smiles.

Then why did you do it?

, I ask.Why did you do it?

, Esmee counters.

Because I'm weak and you're the prettiest girl I've ever seen

, I say like the desperate virgin I was until recently. Esme giggles.

I did it because I wanted to

, she says. She doesn't look for an excuse, she doesn't make excuses.

And you too

. I nod.

Goodnight Joey

, Esme smiles. I lay back down and soon fall asleep from exhaustion.

Sir? Sir?

. Someone wakes me up. It's a happy looking driver. The angry German has apparently been alternated. The bus seems mostly empty and Esmee is gone.

Sir, we've arrived

, the man smiles with a heavy accent,

you might want to wake up

. I get up in a daze and look outside. I walk outside and see Aimee running towards me.

Oh Joey, it's so good to finally see you

, she says, and she hugs me tightly. I feel her arms around me, but my head is somewhere else. As she hugs me my eyes search the crowd around the bus. To the tousled blonde hair. The long bare legs. To that perfect smile.

You too, Esme

, I say absently.