A Bus Journey, an Arrival

A Bus Journey, an Arrival

I heard mum and dad have sex last night, and they seemed to enjoy it. A dot for my calendar.

Bren sent me a text, just (!) I wasn't sure what it meant, so I sent a thumbs up back. I got another text, a picture of her naked fanny. Then I realised what (!) meant, yes, I guess it did look like a fanny. I lay back and opened my legs as wide as I could and took a photo to send back. I know that I always said I wasn't going to send online pictures, but, well, my face wasn't on the image and there were lots of fannies out there all looking very similar. I think my mum's fanny looked just like mine, so, why not?

I got a message back. 'facetime?'

'Y' I thought why not?

Bren's face came through and she blew a kiss and then the phone went all down her body to her crotch. She was totally naked and, I saw, had shaved. "Wow, that looks absolutely fab" I said to her fanny.

"Thanks," Bren said, "when I saw how good your looked, I just had to do mine. Do you honestly think it looks better or worse? Doesn't it make my flaps look too big now?"

"Honestly? No, they look fabulous, you know I love them, and I think the whole area looks so much better, honestly. That is the truth. It looks very inviting I must say."

"Oh you're just saying that." Her face came back into view, a big smile, it was good to see her looking so happy. "Jawanna come round?" she asked.

"Yes, that would be nice. Probably about an hour by the time I have done all the buses, and then I need to go to college straight from yours. Is that okay?"

"Perfect sweetie, see you soon."

The bus through to town was bumpy and uncomfortable. I was sat by the window looking out, watching people as they walked along the footpaths, bags in hand, some overflowing and heavy looking, some just fluttering in the breeze as their owner walked. A large woman had taken the seat next to me, squashing me against the side of the bus. Either her or her clothes were a bit smelly, so I breathed through my mouth whilst she sat next to me. I hoped her aroma wouldn't brush off onto me. 

Eventually we got to the bus station in town and I transferred to a smaller single deck bus for the journey out to Brens. She lived on the other side edge of town to me, so it was a bit of a journey. This time the journey was quieter, no one sat next to me, and there were few distractions as the footpaths were mostly empty.

I got to Bren's just on the hour, and she was waiting for me, this time in a purple and black shift dress that, again, fitted her perfectly. The top was nicely sized to her bust and the belt held the dress perfectly against her waist, the hem just above her knee. She did look good in it. Perhaps I ought to think about learning to sew. "Wow Bren, another fabulous dress."

"Thanks, I made this one too. I get my fabrics from the mill shop. I tend to look in the reduced sections and see what they have around 3 metres, 'cus I can usually make myself something, and any offcuts become embellishments for a later dress. Glad you like it; I chose it with you in mind."

"Good choice Bren, you have a gift." And I think that she did, it was an excellent fit and really flattered her already nice figure. I have never really worried about looks, top and skirt is my staple, but Bren was making me think a little about my looks. Perhaps I could zhush myself up a little, perhaps make a skirt or two.

"Let's grab a coke and then we can go up to my room," Bren said and I followed her into the kitchen. She took a couple of diet cokes from the fridge, handed me one, and then as she walked past me, she dipped her head a little and kissed me. 

Oh.

I was a little surprised, but my body seemed not to be. It kissed her back and I felt her breasts as they pressed against me. She pulled away, '"come on" she said, "my room is this way." 

We went upstairs. Bren's room was at the front and was quite a big room. She had a large bed, much bigger than my double, fitted wardrobes and a couple of chairs. She had a desk with a computer on it and some speakers. The walls were painted lilac and turquoise, not really my combo of choice, but I guess better than just plain white.

She sat on the bed and tapped the space next to her. Turning, she pulled the ring on her can, took a sip, and placed it on the side unit next to the bed. She plumped the pillows behind her and sat back, watching me as I went through a similar process. Once she was satisfied that I was settled she asked, "So, how are things with you?"

"Okay, you know, just nothing bad. College is getting tough, but I knew it would, so that I can cope with, my parents are okay and in a good place, so, yeah, good. You?"

"Okay. Mum is mum, fussing, worrying that I haven't got a boyfriend, work is work, I may be able to go full time, they seem to like what I am doing, so that is okay."

"You know that your mum would probably worry even more if you did have a boyfriend? It's what they do. Do you ever see your dad?"

"No. Once I left school, he stopped sending mum any money, and mum gave me choice of seeing him or not, so I chose not. He never complained and that kind of tells me that I made the right choice."

I wondered if it was her dad leaving when she was young that made her so anti-men. "What about your love life, have you found anyone?"

"Silly question" she said, turned and held my face. She leant forward and kissed me gently on my lips, her tongue running in the purse of my lips, gently pushing in. I wondered how I got myself into these positions. I didn't think, hadn't thought, that I was her love life. I should have made a point of it there and then. Instead, I kissed her back and murmured pleasing sounds as her hand moved to my thigh and then it moved upwards.

Oh, a powerful jolt as her fingers brushed along my panties, her fingers then pressing them into my crease. I lay back. Let her do what she wants, perhaps even, what she needs, I decided as the pleasure of her touch sent small electric pulses through my body, my nipples hardening and pushing at my bra, my crease moistening in anticipation.

Bren moved down and lifted my skirt above my waist, her breath hot on my fanny as she blew along me. I felt her hands on my panties at my waist and I felt my panties as she pulled them down and off, and then, oh, her tongue. She pressed her tongue into my crease, pushing between my lips, adding to the moisture of my arousal, the slickness easing her way from my entrance to my clitty. I felt euphoric and the pleasure jolts shot form my clitty, circled my entrance and danced around my nipples, everything seemed joined, the passionate pleasures seemingly overtaking everything, and then she nipped my clitty and I exploded into a finish, my back arching up and off the bed, my fingers gripping and squeezing at the mattress as I felt pulse after pulse of exquisite pleasure roll through me.

Oh.

"See" she said, "you don't need anything inside you to cum. Men are optional."

"Hard to disagree," I replied, "I don't feel anything inside anyway."

"What, really?" she said as she lay back leaving my hot and wet fanny exposed in the aftermath of my finish at her behest.

"No. I mean I get a little pressure, but, no nothing else."

"So, you have had a boy inside you?"

"Er, yes, a bit."

"Was it as good as that? Honestly, was it?"

"Well, no, of course not," I wasn't going to tell her that it was, that would have been just rude, "but he wasn't as skilled as you." I thought a little flattery would not hurt. I leant over and took the can and had a sip of the coke. I guess I must have screamed a little as I finished, and the drink helped ease it.

"And then they leave all that horrible mess inside you. No, boys, they are not for me, I really do not see why anyone would."

I didn't tell her that the horrible mess actually tasted quite nice and that 'clean up' was a part of the whole process and that the feeling around my entrance as he pushed in and pulled out was unlike anything a girl could do, and the slap slap as he pounded into me, pushing and squashing my clitty bringing me to a powerful finish, was better than a girl could offer. No, I did not tell her any of that.

"Stand up" I said. She stood and I got up and stood behind her and pulled down the zip, the dress parting and exposing her shoulders and the back catch of her bra. I eased the dress over her shoulders and down. Bren stepped out of her dress, and I draped it across one of the chairs. She was not wearing panties and as I undid her bra and let it fall, my hands went around and cupped her full and heavy breasts, my fingers gripping her large nipples and gently twisting them.

She didn't say anything as I kissed the back of her neck, and then I released her breasts and bent, kissing down her back until I got to her bottom. "Lean forward," I said, and as she leant forward the wonderful lips of her fanny escaped between her thighs, my mouth kissed past her crinkle and I pressed my tongue into her sex, my nose pressing at her anus as I licked her sex.

"Oh fuck" she gasped, "I didn't know."

I didn't know what she didn't know, nor did I care. As my tongue shagged her, my fingers reached around and sought and teased her clitty.

"Oh fuck, fuck," she gasped and clenched, she spasmed and pushed back hard onto my, my nose pushing hard into her anus, my tongue deep into her fanny and my finger pressing her clitty and she finished, hard. Her knees sagged and she almost fell forward, her breath escaping in a blast. I eased back, leaving her untouched as I sat back on the bed. She was naked and wet and looking as if she would fall any minute.

"Fuck, what was that?"

"That, just me giving you what you gave me."

"No, that was different, I have never, no, why was you pressing at my bum so sexy? That just seems wrong."

"We are all different. You feel things inside I don't, your bum was sexy for you, for me it isn't. There are no rules Bren, just explore each other and find out what each other likes. Simple really I guess. I think, with boys, they don't know this and think that just shoving their cock inside you is enough. I don't know Bren; I am not especially experienced in all this. I have watched my mum and dad though. That was odd."

"What?" Bren almost shrieked, "You have watched your parents do it, watched them, really? Did they know?"

"No, of course they didn't know. They left the lounge door open once as they did it and I watched them from the landing. Another time I came home early, and I heard some noises, so I quietly went upstairs, their bedroom door was open, and I watched them do it." I didn't actually mention that was mum with John rather than with my dad, that wasn't relevant.

"Crumbs, what did you see? Did you see your dad's cock?"

I lay back on the bed, my head propped up on her pillows and I replayed in my mind the images I had seen. "Well, yes, I did see my dad's cock. Yes, it was big, it was the first one I had actually seen live and yes it was huge. Well, I thought so at the time, I since know that it is just about normal."

"Oh my God. I have never seen one. Never wanted too either." That may be true, but I suspect she wouldn't turn down the chance to see one if it came her way. 

Perhaps I should introduce her to Ali.

"They took it in turns to kiss each other down there, he licked her, she sucked him. The first time I saw them he shagged her from behind, and the second time mum was on top as dad lay on the bed."

"Oh my God. No way. I have heard my mum do it to herself, but I didn't dare peep through the door to watch."

"Yeah, my mum has a toy, I have watched her doing it to herself too."

"Fuck off."

"After she had gone out I went and found her toy and tried it myself."

"No way. What's it like?"

"Well, it is kind of like your finger only it is madder. I found it a bit much to be honest."

"I have no idea if my mum has one, I may have to search her bedroom and see if she does."

"Has your mum had a boyfriend that you know of?"

"I think so, but never here when she thinks I will be home. So, if she has, I haven't seen him. I mean, it could be a girl for all I know."

"You could always check her bedroom for signs."

"What signs?"

"Well, men do leave a mess, as you know, so, check her bed for wet patches. Or little hairs, not everyone shaves."

"Oh, that is gross."

I shrugged; it was up to her. I had to get to college, and that was another strange bus journey to face.