During my junior year, in order to save money, I had taken a Greyhound bus home for Christmas break. Now I was on my way back to the university, and one of the first stops was in Cheyenne Wyoming. I had to make a bus transfer there, which normally means an hour or so wait. During that time, I was chatting up a girl I met there.
I couldn't get a very good idea of what she looked like, because winter in Wyoming is fucking cold, and we were both wearing thick coats and hats. What I could see was that she was about five foot four, had brown wavy hair long enough to cascade out from under her hat, and warm brown eyes. Her face wasn't bad looking, but not particularly hot. She had clear skin with a slightly upturned nose, a weak chin and just bit of "baby fat" that made her face look smooth and fresh and young.
We talked for a while. Keri was from Chicago, and was on her way back from visiting her sister. She was impressed by the college I was going to, though I tried not to make a big deal about it. She was a year out of high school, and was working at a dead end office job. I tried to keep the conversation light. We agreed to ride the same bus together on to Chicago where she would get off and I would transfer. It was pretty clear that she was attracted to me.
At that point in time, my ego was at an all-time high. During Christmas break, I had managed to seduce a high-school crush into cheating on her boyfriend while he was out of town. To top it off, a Freshman girl I knew had decided to write me a letter every day over break. I was completely certain that I would be hooking up with her when I got back to school. Over all, I was feeling irresistible, and was certain that if I just had more time and privacy, I could nail Keri.
As it happened, I got both. A blizzard was blowing through and causing delays. At first, it was just annoying, because no one wants to be stuck for hours in a bus station. This wasn't a particularly dirty or dangerous one, but it wouldn't be comfortable in the best of conditions, and right then it wasn't very well heated. The passengers started to complain. Once it became clear that no buses were leaving before morning, they announced that they would unlock all the buses and run the heaters. We could spend the night on a bus if we wanted.
So Keri and I picked the bus furthest from the station entrance and went all the way to the back. There was no one else on the bus. Somehow, we had been gifted with time, privacy, and even warmth. Things were looking up! We leaned our seats way back and lay down side by side.
"Are you sleepy?" I asked, "I'm not really all that tired."
Teri looked at me coyly. "Not really," she said, "What do you want to do?"
I answered by leaning forward and kissing her. It was obviously what she was looking for. In no time, we were making out heavily. Both our jackets were unzipped, and I had pulled off her hat to play with her hair. For a long time, we just kissed and ran our hand across each other's backs under our jackets. Hidden under her jacket, was a surprisingly trim body with a nice rack.
I ran my hands over her thighs without any protest. That made me bolder. I started rubbing over the front of her jeans, and then right down to her crotch. When I began rubbing her pussy, she broke the kiss to let out a breathy, "oh!" This was going well. I snaked my hand up to go under her pants, but they were pretty tight. So I reached up and unbuttoned the button at the top.
It turned out that this was going to far. She gently pulled my hand away and said, "I think we're getting too emotional." I remember that statement particularly well, because it seemed like a sort of strange way to express herself. She felt like she was getting carried away, and she didn't want lose control of herself.
I wasn't going to be deterred too easily. I figured I needed to take a step back before plowing forward. If she was on the brink of losing control, I needed to push a little further. I fell back on an old line, "I just want to fool around a little bit."
She relaxed, and we went back to kissing. I also noticed that while she had stopped me, she hadn't re-done up the button. So, she was clearly still interested, but had boundaries that needed to be crossed carefully. I was going to explore what they were. I slid my hand inside her shirt and up her back. She must have liked that, because she did the same to me.
Wanting to test her out, I stopped kissing for a moment and asked, "So, are you a good girl?" While she was thinking that one over, I added, "Are you a virgin?"
"No," she giggled. I had already been sure that she wasn't a virgin. She was much too forward for that, and how many 19-year-old virgins are there anyway? Mostly, I wanted to ask both questions next to each other, so she was sort of saying that she wasn't a good girl. I thought it was important to get her into the right frame of mind.
"Do you have a boyfriend?" I asked. Of course if she said yes, I wouldn't have let it stop me, but I wanted to sort of break down any excuses she had for not sleeping with me. I'm not sure exactly what I would do if she had a boyfriend, but it didn't end up mattering.
"No," she said, "but there's this college boy I'm interested in." I assumed that she meant me, and this was a very good sign.
