The Adventures of Boipussy Pt. 11 - Sex Stories

The Adventures of Boipussy Pt. 11

... wasn't sure. Candii had told Ace that she 'liked' him, and Ace had reciprocated, but 'liking' someone could mean anything. He never thought he'd fall for a girl in his life, not even a trans girl, yet here he was, falling for her.

Ace was unexperienced with life on the road. To him, these two weeks were a giant fucking party with a record contract pinned to it, but he knew enough to know that life on tour isn't the same as life at home. There were plenty of things to keep everyone occupied on tour, but Ace knew the soul-destroying drudgery of real life, working a shitty day-job to pay the bills and keep the band alive. He tried to imagine taking Candii out on a date in his hometown, but the pieces wouldn't fit. Plus, there was the question of nationality -- Candii was Canadian. She lived thousands of miles away, and Ace had never been out of the country. Fuck, he didn't even have a passport.

It was too much to think about, and there wouldn't be any answers arriving any time soon. He slept for a while. New Orleans was still a long way away, and they wouldn't arrive until night had fallen.

When he eventually woke up, Candii was sitting next to him, sleeping on his shoulder. The airconditioning on the bus was a little chilly, so as delicately as possible, he took his denim jacket off and wrapped it around her. His reward from her was a sleepy smile.

*

The alarm on Candii's phone sounded around 8pm. She yawned and stretched before checking their location on google ...

... maps. The bus was still about an hour away from their destination. Right on time.

The sun had set. She glanced around the bus. Lights were dimmed. Most passengers were asleep, and those musicians who were awake were either reading under their own personal light or looking at their phone. The mood was subdued.

Half an hour from New Orleans, Candii asked the driver to turn the interior lights on, and everyone woke up, snapping to attention as they stretched their sore knees and backs. She stood in the aisle, clipboard in hand. "We're nearly there. It's been a long ride, but maybe start gathering your things so nobody leaves any of their personal shit behind." She glanced towards Ace. "Nobody wants to accidentally leave a buttplug on the bus, do they?" Carlos and Pete cracked grins at Candii's sass.

The bus skirted the edges of New Orleans. Neon light began to pour through the windows.

Candii sat back down next to Ace. "Did you sleep well?" she asked, gently stroking his long blonde hair.

He yawned again. "Yeah... I guess so..." His voice trailed off. She assumed he was still waking up, but in truth, Ace was reserved. He wasn't sure how much of himself he should be investing in her.

"Awww, sweetie," she cooed, kissing him on the cheek.

Ace felt the need to generate shallow conversation. "You ever been to the Big Easy before?"

Candii frowned. "The big what?"

"The Big Easy," Ace repeated. "People sometimes call New Orleans the Big Easy." He paused for a ...