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I couldn’t swear it happened but I thought she was almost kissing my
neck. The noise of the bus barely covered my moans. I still don’t know
if she heard me. My weak knees dropped me lower, almost certainly into
her large soft bosom. Well not quite, but I could no longer tell.

Her knee wasn’t grinding against me. But it might as well have been,
for shortly I shuddered, a small orgasm whose sounds I squelched to
the best of my ability. I had to have been flushed into a fresh red
tint, but no one other than Angie would have seen it. And she was
still looking over my shoulder.

I thought so anyway.

“Are you all right, Jane?” She sounded concerned as I gasped for
breath.

“I’ll be fine as soon as I can get some air…,” I managed, just
barely in control now. I feared her reaction if she knew how she had
come to affect me.

“We’ll get off here then, I don’t want you to faint on the bus.”

“No, No,” I faintly decried the idea, “I’ll be fine, really.”

“I’ll judge that after I have you out of this terrible crowd.”

She dragged me out into cooler air, holding me up in case I fainted.
I wasn’t going to, but by then I knew I’d rather she thought I would,
than she really know what had happened.

We abandoned the shopping trip and started home. I had really wanted a
new dress, but I agreed with her about the crowds being too much. So
we stopped at the corner deli, bought sandwiches and had a picnic in
our company room.

I settled in on the couch. She turned on the TV and sat down with me.
We laughed a bit at a Soap Opera, picking out our favorite actors or
actresses, finding we had lost track of who was sleeping with who.
All the time in classes had kept us from staying current with the
plot twists.

After a few moments Angie turned to me, took my shoulders and pulled
me towards her. She leaned in herself, and gave me a tender,
unquestionably sexual, kiss. Then she pulled back again.

“How do you feel about that?,” she whispered, a twinge of fear in her
voice. I was startled. Here I was terrified she’d find out about my
desire for her, she was screwing up her courage to come on to me.

I wondered for a moment just how accidental her knee in my crotch was
on the bus ride, and then, if she knew how I’d reacted on the statue.
It took seconds to realize I didn’t care. I could find out later.

I put my arms around her neck and pulled her to me. I explored her
lips, those same lips she’d excited me with on the statue and the bus.
I found behind them the soft tongue, and in moments I was lost to the
passion of holding her tightly, her breasts against mine.

She took the next step. It was Angie’s fingers playing along the tips
of my nipples bringing them sharply to attention. I felt the cupping
grasp she used, and her delicate rubbing with thumbs to excite me.