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 Home and Back
   Copyright 2007 Rachael Ross all rights reserved.  Intended for adults
only.  Story Codes" M+/F, Public, Oral, Anal, Cheat
   Home and Back By rache
   Snick...Fizzzzzz....
   "You got another one of those?" I asked the guy in the seat in front of
me, standing up and leaning over the high backed vinyl.
   "Just the one." He turned his head, looking up at me for a second and
then smiled.  "But I can share."
   "Great." I smiled back at him.
   It was just about sunset and I'd gotten on the bus in Oakland, bound for
New York City.  It was going to be a long, long ride, but what else did I
have to do?  I wanted to get as far from my ex-husband as I could and Gray
Hound was having a special.
   The guy moved to sit beside me.  The bus wasn't too crowded, less than
half full, so there was a lot of room.  He was young, like me, maybe 24 or
25 I guessed, and not too hard on the eyes with his button down shirt
unbuttoned, white muscle-T beneath that, a pair of jeans.  The usual.
   I must have looked pretty good too, especially since I was the only girl
on the bus older than 12 and younger than 50 I think, except for the little
girl's mom.  But she hardly counted, unless you were into to
bestiality...But that's hardly fair, and I'm not cruel by nature.  I was
just in a mood.
   Riding the bus across America, wearing my pleated grey skirt, made out
of cotton and comfortable, even if it was grey and boring.  It showed off
my long legs though, especially the way I was sitting, leaned up against
the dark tinted window, heels up on the seat, my skirt falling between my
creamy thighs.  I pushed it down, making sure my little blue panties were
covered up, but I didn't feel like moving, I was comfy.
   "I'm Pete." The man sat down, holding his 16 ounce Budweiser in his left
hand and offering me the right.
   "Gina." I brushed some of my long brown hair out of my hazel eyes. 
Usually I kept it tied back, but it was going to be a trip and half, so I
let it go.
   "How far you going?" He asked me, handing me the beer so I could take a
sip.  His eyes wandered down to my tits, firm and braless beneath my pink
halter.  I'd taken that off too, since I was just gonna be sitting.
   "Mmmm...Thanks." I swallowed.  "All the way.  New York."
   Pete took his beer back and nodded.  "Long ways."
   "How about you?"
   "Just down to Bakersfield." He gave me a little shrug.  "I got some work
down there."
   "What do you do?" We were just killing time.
   "Cowboy." He grinned at me and I laughed.  "Serious.  I've been working
horses and cattle my whole life.  I like it."
   "That's cool." I nodded.  "Never met a real live cowboy before."
   We shared some more beer, drinking it slowly between us and talking
while the sun went down.  The driver turned on some overhead lights, not
bright ones, but it lit the back of the bus up enough so we could see each
other.  There were reading lights too, but we left those off.
   "So, uh...Married, huh?" Pete had his hand on my leg, just stroking me
above my left knee, moving up and down and I hadn't complained.
   I held up my hand, looking at my rings like I'd forgot.  A little
engagement diamond and a plain gold wedding band.
   "Yeah." I nodded.  "Sorta married."
   "Sorta?" He chuckled.  "Never got the hang of sorta married."
   "Well..." I shrugged.  "He ain't here, is he?"
   As soon as I said that I knew I was going to have sex with the guy.  It
was just the feeling, the vibe I got right then, and maybe I really wanted
to.  Like I was determined to prove my husband wasn't around, or that he
didn't even matter a whole lot.
   I reached out with my left hand, pressing it against the swell in Pete's
jeans, feeling his cock under there, curled up, but hardly sleeping. 
Nobody could see us, we might as well have been alone, and it felt that way
as I massaged the cool denim under my fingers.  I was all alone, on the
long road to nowhere.
   Pete's hand slid lower while we looked at each other, under my skirt and
across the very soft skin of my inner thigh.  I spread my legs, just a
little wider for him and I licked my lips when I felt his fingers graze my
panty covered sex.  He leaned close and kissed me, softly at first, but
then deeper as I let his tongue split my lips.  I moaned softly and his
fingertip was tickling my slit.
   "Take it out..." I whispered, moving in my seat so I could reach under
my skirt and pull my panties off.
   Pete looked around briefly and then he was undoing his pants, not just
the zipper, but unbuttoning them too, loosening his belt so I could reach
everything.  I reached for his cock and lower, finding his balls and
pulling them free.  He had a nice cock, thick and not very long and hard as
steel, I swear.  We just smiled at each other, me stroking his dick and
Pete fingering my increasingly moist sex.
   "You ever done it on a bus?" He asked me with a little smile and I shook
my head.  "Me neither."
   I stood up and looked at him.  "Slide over, by the window."
   He knew what I was doing and he grinned as he took my place, our legs
were a little crowded at first, but once I got both of my feet outside his,
straddling him, it was better.  I sat down slowly, letting Pete guide his
cock into my pussy and I sighed, trying to be quiet as I felt his thickness
stretching me pleasantly.
   "You're nice and tight, baby." He whispered in my ear and I smiled at
that.  My husband was longer, but not nearly so big around and this was a
good and different feeling for me.
   It was also the first time I'd ever cheated on him and maybe I would
have felt a little more guilty if I hadn't been running away from him.  But
I was wearing the rings, I hadn't taken those off, so I didn't know what I
was doing, to tell the truth.  Except I was fucking a stranger on a bus, a
guy I'd known for all of two hours and in another hour he'd be getting off.
I'd never see Pete again in my life and that was another kind of thrill
that I didn't understand.
   I didn't move up and down so much as I just rocked my hips, moving my
firm little ass back and forth, feeling that nice penis inside me.  My
pussy was tight and hot for him, I knew that because I could feel it
myself, and it got really good when Pete started massaging my breasts in
his hands, nuzzling my neck and making me squirm.  I was going to cum, I
realized with something like shock.
   I hardly ever came during intercourse.  Usually, sometimes, I could get
off while I was masturbating in the bathtub, or once in awhile when my
husband went down on me, but this...It was unexpected and I just leaned
back, shaking as I closed my eyes and let it happen.  Not that I had much
choice, I was cumming whether I wanted to or not and Pete liked it, he
could feel my pussy spasming around him and he started moving then, lifting
his hips slightly, working his cock just a little back and forth inside me.
   "I'm gonna cum...shit...is it okay?" He breathed in my ear and I had to
blink for a second, trying to clear my head.
   I wasn't on the pill or anything and I was fucking a guy whose last name
I didn't even know.  I was about a week since my last period so...But it
felt good, you have no idea how good.
   "Yeah, it's okay...fuck me..." I nodded, licking my lips and knowing I
was screwing up probably.  This went beyond cheating, I was letting someone
other than my husband cum inside me.
   It made me cum again, even as I felt Pete's hands crushing my tits,
squeezing me so hard I thought my nipples would pop, and I was grinding.  I
was rocking that cock like I was insatiable, and maybe I was just for a few
moments there.  I was cumming hard and I could feel his dick throbbing, his
sperm shooting inside me.  It was fantastic and welcome and I didn't give a
fuck about anything right then.  Every guy I'd slept with since I was 17
and lost my virginity had worn a condom...Now I finally knew what it really
felt like, skin to skin, being filled with hot semen.
   We sat there for a while, just catching our breath and I had no idea if
anyone on that bus knew what we'd just done or not.  It seemed impossible
that someone wouldn't.  There were a few coughs, the occasional sneeze, but
nobody jumped up pointing and yelling.  But our sex had to smell, I'd cum
twice, two good hard ones and I could feel the wetness under my ass,
soaking onto Pete's flushed skin and probably his undone trousers.
   "Fuck, that was good..." Pete turned my head and kissed me and I wasn't
in the mood for it, really.
   Like fucking was okay, but kissing...That just felt too personal.  I
didn't want to be intimate, I just wanted to fuck.  So I let him do it, but
I didn't really respond to it.  If Pete thought that was odd, he didn't ay
anything though, and why should he?  His cock was still semi-hard, still in
my cunt and we were moving again, fucking slowly when the sign that said
"Bakersfield Next Exit" flashed by.
   "Shit." Pete groaned and he wanted to cum again, but there wasn't enough
time, not after that first orgasm he'd had.
   "Too bad you're not going all the way." I giggled, getting up awkwardly
and feeling the wetness leaking from my pussy.
   "Yeah." He nodded, looking down at his hard glistening penis.  He was
pretty wet and I felt kinda bad about that, but I had my own problems.
   There was a little bathroom in the back and I went to it quickly,
avoiding a few stares from people, some whispering, and I realized we
hadn't been all that discrete.  There was tissue in the bathroom anyway and
I spent 5 minutes cleaning myself up.  I'll confess that was when I started
thinking I might want to have some paper towels handy, some bottled water
too maybe, just in case of emergencies.  But I didn't have a plane...Not
yet anyway.
   That came later, after the bus had pulled into the terminal and the
driver announced thirty minutes until it was departing again.  I found a
little shop and bought some baby wipes, some tissues, even a couple hand
towels, which I wasn't quite sure why the place was selling those, but I
was glad they were.  I spent some time in the restroom too, cleaning myself
up.  Pete had put a lot of cum up inside me and while I'd enjoyed it at the
time, cleaning it out without the use of a shower was a bit of a pain.
   I bought a coke and I just leaned up against the wall drinking it,
killing time.  It was after ten at night and the place was still kind of
busy, mostly with people transferring from one bus to another it seemed
like.  Pete was gone, we hadn't had much of a goodbye.  What were we gonna
say?  Same time next year?  See ya later?  Miss you already?  Fuck it...He
was just a dick and it had felt good, but it hadn't meant anything except a
few hours gone faster than they would have been otherwise.
   But that was me trying to be jaded.  I didn't think like that, really, I
wasn't that tough, or even that cynical.  I wished I could have gotten to
know him better, and I would miss him a little.  I just didn't want to, it
was bad enough I was starting to miss my husband.
   "How much?" A guy was speaking to me, one of the guys I'd passed on the
bus when I'd gone to the toilet.
   "Excuse me?" I looked at him, not understanding at all.
   "On the bus." He spoke softly.  "How much are you charging?"
   It still didn't hit me right away, it took about 3 good seconds and then
I almost slapped his face hard.  But something stopped me and I don't know
what it was exactly.  Practicality maybe, because I was traveling on one
hell of a tight budget.  I was going to miss a meal because I'd bought some
Kleenex, that kind of budget.
   "Fifty." I told him, and my heart was hammering cause I had no clue what
I was doing now.
   "How about a suck job?" He scratched his chin like he was asking me
about the weather.
   "Twenty." I shrugged.
   "Kay." He smiled.  "See you on the bus."
   The guy walked off, just a plain guy, like 35 years old.  Nothing
remarkable about him at all, except he'd just turned me into a whore.  I
had to think about that and suddenly my coke didn't taste quite the same.
My stomach was tight and my nerves caught up with me.  I shivered, like
someone just walked on my grave, and I dropped my half-finished coke in a
garbage can, deciding I needed to sit down.
   The only place to do that was on the bus and part of me didn't want to
get back on now.  I could cash my ticket, I told myself, trade it in for a
ride back home.  My husband was a dick, yeah, but I loved him.  I was a
bitch too sometimes and we'd had a bad stretch, that was all, both of us
going off and that wasn't right.  That wasn't the way it was supposed to
be.
   I almost talked myself into it when the announcement for the bus came
over the loudspeakers.  The driver was hitching up his grey pants, heading
towards the bus and I couldn't decide.  And then I did decide, it was more
his fault then mine.  I'd ride to the next stop and call him.  I'd call my
husband up and see what he had to say.  I could always cash in my ticket,
long as I wasn't more than halfway to New York, I figured, and I'd be able
to go back.
   And maybe that wasn't my only excuse, since I knew a guy wanted to pay
me for sex.  Did that make me more desirable as a woman, or less, I
wondered.  Being paid for sex, just to suck a guy, or let him fuck me, what
did that mean?  I'd never thought about it before.  I didn't have fantasies
of being a whore, but I didn't have anything against it particularly.  It
was a woman's own body, my own body.  If I wanted to use it to make money,
well...Why should anyone care?  Except maybe my husband, but he wasn't
here, was he?
   I switched seats on the bus, moving all the way to the back row, just
because I thought maybe I'd gotten my previous one a little damp, but I was
probably just imagining things anyway.  I'd gotten Pete damp, that was for
sure, and my skirt a little, but not so bad.  I still hadn't put my panties
back on and that had been a little rush, hanging out in a bus station with
nothing on under my skirt.  I was slip slidin' into something, but I didn't
know what.  None of this was much like me at all, but you have to take my
word for that.  I used to be a good girl.
   "Hey." The guy I'd talked to at the bus station didn't waste any time.
   "Hi." I said, wondering if I was supposed to smile or not.
   We were barely on the highway, the bus half full again, the dim overhead
lights turned on.  And now I was sitting with a guy and he didn't care what
my name was, or where I was going or why.  I decided I liked that actually,
there was something there, something alluring about being anonymous and not
even a real person.  People have names, people have feelings, I was just a
thing for this guy, something for him to use, and I liked it.  I was ready
to be used maybe, just because there wasn't any obligation in that.  No
responsibility.
   I was running away from that stuff more than I was my husband.  Maybe.
   "Give me a suck." The guy whispered and he was pressing a folded up
twenty dollar bill into my hands.
   It was just that simple, that easy, and if I had second thoughts, or
doubts, they didn't matter.  I was going to suck this guy's cock for no
other reason than I could use the money and I had nothing better to do.  It
seemed so simple I wanted to throw up.
   But I didn't.  I just nodded, sticking that twenty in my purse and
looking around for a second before sliding out of my seat, kneeling in the
empty spot where my feet had been and just leaning over the guy.  I
unzipped him and reached in, finding his cock damp with sweat and hot and
it smelled like old stale urine.  But that didn't matter, did it?  I wasn't
going to marry the guy, I told myself, I was just going to suck him off.
   He wasn't very big, average I suppose, and hard enough after I got my
lips around him.  My mouth was dry at first, like old cotton and I had to
work to get some spit, but he was helping.  His cock was leaking precum
like crazy, tasteless and a bit sticky maybe, but I barely noticed.  Giving
head wasn't exactly my thing, but I knew how to do it, my husband had liked
it and I'd done it for him, even let him cum in my mouth once in awhile.  I
wondered if this guy was going to want that and I figured he would.
   He had his hand on my head, pushing me down and it wasn't hard taking
all of him anyway, but it sort of annoyed me.  He was forcing me and I
shrugged every now and then, jerking my head to let him know, but he didn't
care, or maybe he didn't even notice.  He just kept his fingers in my hair,
nodding and breathing through his nose.  He was quiet anyway and I was
trying to be, except for a soft sucking sound every now and then, or a
sharp little breath when I'd pull my mouth off.
   I wasn't really good, probably, but this man wasn't complaining but it
was taking to long.  My jaw was starting to ache, my tongue getting a
little worn out from playing around his cock.  I ended up most sucking the
head after ten minutes or so, just playing with his cockhead and using my
hand to jerk him off between my tight round lips.
   He gave a soft grunt and lifted his ass, pulling my mouth down hard when
he started cumming and I choked on it, coughing as his warm greasy sperm
filled my mouth and I didn't have much choice but to swallow.  I was
pushing against him with my hands, but he had me down and the guy wasn't
letting me up til he was finished.
   I was red faced and breathless by the time he'd finished cumming and I'd
swallowed most of it, but a lot had leaked down the shaft too.
   "Clean it up." He whispered and I might have argued, but I felt subdued,
or resigned I suppose.
   I didn't argue, I just licked around his cock for a bit, getting that
tacky sperm on my tongue and into my mouth.  It seemed kind of sick,
disgusting really, now that it was over and I had to close my eyes because
my tummy was churning.  I could taste and feel his sperm still in my
throat, clinging there like old phlegm and I burped a little, tasting his
cock on my breath.
   "Thanks." The guy grinned at me, rubbing my head like a dog.  "You're a
good cocksucker."
   He left me there and I was retching, but just for a second and I got a
water bottle out, taking a mouthful and swishing it around.  There wasn't
anyplace to spit it out though, so I just swallowed it.
   "Twenty, right?" Another guy was sitting down, within three minutes of
the other guy leaving.  I hadn't gotten off my knees really.  I just
blinked at him.
   "Yeah." I nodded.
   "Here..." He grinned at me and he was indistinguishable from the other
guy, plain and middle aged and boring.
   I took his twenty and he got his cock out for me, a little bigger than
the last guy and I figured they must be traveling together.  A couple
salesmen or something, I had no clue.  It didn't matter anyway, he paid me
and I was going to suck him.
   It wasn't as bad the second time, but worse in some ways too.  I was
used to the flavor now, even though they tasted slightly different, I was
used to having a cock in my mouth.  But I wasn't used to working those
little muscles and I was tired sooner.  That surprised me, I mean you
wouldn't think giving a guy a blow job would wear you out, but it does if
you haven't done it a whole lot.
   Like his friend though, this guy didn't really care so long as he got to
shoot off in my mouth.  I think that was his thing, both of them, and
probably their wives weren't into it or something.  I knew my husband got
excited when I let him sperm my mouth because mostly I just sucked until he
got close and then jerked him off on my tits.  I couldn't do that on the
bus though, these guys were paying for the full ride and for the second
time in half an hour I found myself choking down a stranger's spermy load.
   "How much for a fuck?" The guys asked me as I was licking his cock
clean. He hadn't even asked me to do it.
   "Fifty." I said, licking my lips and tasting cum.
   "In your ass?" He smiled.
   "Uh..." I narrowed my eyes.  "I never did that."
   "Here..." He was reaching into his back pocket, pulling out his wallet.
   "No, I don't think so." I shook my head.
   "Come on...I got it right here." He pulled out a fifty that looked like
it had been through a washing machine.
   Uh..." I took a breath.  "No.  Not in my ass."
   "How much then?" He whispered, and we were both whispering really as I
moved up to sit next to him.
   I had to think about that.  Did I really want to sell my ass?  That
would hurt for one thing, and how was I gonna clean myself up after?  My
pussy was bad enough, but back there?  I knew guys liked that sort of
thing, but I couldn't imagine why.  How much was my asshole worth?  And
then I wondered, what the hell is wrong with me?  Sitting on a bus,
negotiating with some stranger about fucking me in the ass.  There was
something wrong with that and I didn't feel too good about myself suddenly.
   "I'm not interested." I told the guy, folding my arms over my breasts
and pressing myself against the window.  I didn't even want to touch him
accidentally.
   "Come on, don't play hard to get..." He smiled, reaching over to rub my
leg.  "Sixty bucks...It's all I got, easy money."
   I stared at the guy's hand, feeling his sweaty palm on my bare thigh,
moving back and forth and sticking a little to my skin.  He looked like an
animal to me then, not a man at all, and I wondered what that made me.  I
was getting depressed, I knew, lonely and unhappy and I wasn't stupid, but
self-destructive maybe.  I wanted to be punished and so that was why I
agreed, just to hurt myself by doing the unthinkable, by letting this
stranger fuck my ass on a bus.
   "Okay." I nodded, taking a deep breath and wondering how I was going to
look at myself in the mirror afterwards.  But that wasn't my problem, that
was the in the future, some other Gina would have to deal with it.  The
here and now me just wanted to feel bad.
   "Just get up, on the seat, no one is gonna see..." The guy said and I
thought he was dreaming.
   I did it though, keeping my right foot on the floor and kneeling on my
left leg, keeping my head down low so the driver wouldn't see me in his
mirror, or anyone who decided to turn around.  The guy was hard again, and
he hadn't gone very soft anyway after he'd cum, and he turned in his seat,
much the same way I was, except he couldn't get low.  We were gonna get
caught, I was sure of it, he couldn't be serious.
   He shoved his cock in my pussy first, maybe hoping to get himself a
little wet, and I was, surprisingly enough.  I hadn't even realized it, but
most likely it was just the remains of Pete, the sperm he'd put way up
inside me trickling down, but a little demon in my heart said maybe not. 
Maybe it was just me loving it.  I hoped not.  I very much wanted to be
completely immune to any pleasantness from this whole experience.
   But his cock felt good and I closed my eyes, feeling my pussy squeezing
him and I knew it was me, it was my cunt and my desires and some part of me
that lied playing the slut.  I could try and convince myself how much I
hated this, how much I detested what I was doing, but nobody was forcing
me. Nobody had a gun to my head and there was the proof, right between my
thighs, all quivering and wet and my stomach was churning not just with two
loads of sperm, but with those butterflies I got when it was good.  I was
turned on, like the guy had pushed my buttons, and I found myself pushing
myself back just cause I wanted to feel that cock deep.
   If it was self-loathing I was looking for, I'd found it.  The only thing
worse than being a slut and a cheating whore was loving it.  The guy fucked
my pussy for five minutes maybe before he pulled out and I almost groaned
with disappointment.  It was just starting to feel real good and I reached
down to play with my hard little clit while he lined his cockhead up with
my virgin anus.
   There were curtains there, those crappy rough nylon kind, bound with
little straps, and I took some into my mouth, between my teeth, biting the
material because the man was pushing into my ass hard and it hurt.  I tried
to relax, to let the breath I was holding go, but it wasn't helping.  Not
so far as I could tell.  My asshole was dry and tight and he was whispering
to me to relax a little and let him in.
   When the head of his cock finally popped inside I think it was a relief
for both of us and he just pulled me back, grabbing my hips in his big
hands and pulling me with him as he sat down.  It was awkward and I groaned
loudly then as my weight pushed my ass down on his cock hard.  He felt it
too, it couldn't have been that good, not at first, but he was in me
finally, his blunt cockhead spearing into my rectum.
   "Fuck you're tight bitch..." He breathed and I just nodded, trying not
to breathe because if I did I was going to scream, I thought.
   My asshole was stretched wide around him, my muscles straining to keep
him out and losing.  Gravity was on his side after all and I was putting my
weight on his cock, trying not to, holding the armrests in my hands,
clutching them so tight my fingers were turning white, but I was sinking
and he was going deeper until there wasn't anymore.  He was fully in my ass
and I felt like I needed a toilet bad.
   My ass was stuffed full and burning like it was on fire.  Every part of
my lower body was protesting and all I could do was try and ignore it.  I
rubbed my clit and started moving, just wanting to get him off as quick as
I could and find something good to distract myself from the pain.  That had
to be the worst time and place to try anal sex for the first time, but I
sincerely doubted I'd have enjoyed it anywhere.
   The guy was liking it though, now that he'd gotten his cock all the way
inside, he was happy as could be.  He kept his hands on my hips with my
skirt hanging around us, moving me back and forth.  It was a lot like when
I'd fucked Pete, except not as good for me.
   "Oh yeah, slut...fuck it...fuck my dick with your ass..." The guy was
whispering, he loved to talk, and I listened without really hearing him.
   The pain almost went away after a few minutes, not totally, but enough
so I could start feeling the little buzz in my clit.  I kept my hand under
my skirt, working to get some good out of the whole experience, and we were
just rocking back and forth.  There wasn't any up and down, no in and out,
so that probably helped too.  He was all the way inside me and it was easy
to get used to it.
   We probably fucked for 15 minutes though, easily, and at one point a
woman came back to use the toilet.  She was a little older than me maybe,
like late twenties and she stared at us for a second, me sitting on this
guys lap.  I'd moved my hand, of course, and my skirt was pulled down, but
she knew.  I mean it was obvious, especially since me and the guy were both
red faced and damp with sweat.  We probably smelled like sex, I was sure.
   She just looked at us, not smiling or frowning, but her eyes caught
mine, just for a second, and I looked down quickly and I gasped right then
because I was cumming.  I wasn't even touching myself then, just that woman
seeing us, seeing me, that had done it and I felt so lost.  It was like a
weird orgasm too, a panicked climax, filled with fear and humiliation.  It
felt good physically, yeah, it was great that way, but emotionally it
ruined me.  I wanted to cry I wanted to run and hide.  That woman, she'd
done it with that one look.
   I didn't understand any of it, not at all.  It was so far beyond my
experiences, all of it, the whole thing.  Sex with strangers on a bus. 
Sucking cock, letting a stranger cum inside my unprotected womb.  Getting
ass fucked in front of a woman who knew what we were doing, if not exactly,
then at least generally...As if that mattered.  She knew I was a slut, a
cheap whore.  She'd seen my wedding rings, she must have, and the guy I was
fucking, he wasn't my husband.  He wasn't even my friend.
   Why did I like it?  And I might have laughed at that question, if I'd
asked it aloud, because even more fundamental than that was what did I
like? I had no idea.  Was it the sex?  Or the place?  The circumstances.  I
had no answers, none and all I could do was ride that guy's cock, fucking
him with my ass while I was cumming good and when the woman came out of the
toilet, I didn't even stop.  I just kept my head down, not wanting to see
her seeing me, and I was rocking that guy's cock hard then.  I was cumming
again, but not for him, for her.  For the woman as she walked by,
pretending not to see us, ignoring me, but still...
   =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-
   I was standing at the ticket counter in Vegas, six am in the morning
after hardly any sleep.  My ass was sore and full of old sperm.  The guy
had cum inside me thick and strong and it felt like I had a big wad of
grease in my rectum.  Probably bleeding back there too, I felt torn apart,
like a paper doll.
   I didn't bother calling my husband, he'd welcome me home.  I knew he
would because he loved me, because I'd never taken off our rings.  We got
like that sometimes.  We'd hit a bad patch and lose faith for a day or two,
but we loved each other.  I was sure of that and it was the only thing in
the world I was sure of.  I didn't know about me anymore, who I was or what
I was doing.  I didn't know anything except I had to get home.  I could
cling to that and rebuild myself around it.
   I traded the balance of my ticket for another one going home in less
than half an hour.  I stood against the wall, drinking an orange juice and
thinking how I'd make it up to my husband.  I'd apologize for being the
bitch all the time, for not giving him the attention he deserved.  I'd tell
him how lonely I got on that bus and how I'd never taken off my rings,
never forgotten him.  I'd even tell him how I'd cheated, confess everything
and beg him to forgive me.  And he would, I was sure, because he loved me.
   I'd be the good wife for him, the perfect wife, and find some way to
hold my head up again.  I'd learned something valuable on that bus,
something important about who and what I was way down deep inside.  I
didn't understand it yet, and maybe I never would, but it was a start and
my husband would help me.  I loved him and he loved me, so it would all
work out in the...
   "Bus to Frisco, right?  How much you charging?" A guy interrupted my
thoughts, speaking softly with a sly grin and I blinked at him.
   "Depends on what you want." I smiled back, thinking it was going to be a
long ride home.
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