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Greyhound Girl

... I glanced around, noticing that the bus was starting to awaken, people stirring and muttering, and was surprised to realize that it was getting light, the sun just cresting the horizon behind us. There was a small line at the restroom, so I waited at my seat, feeling my panties soaking through as he leaked from me. Before I could get back there to clean up we pulled off the highway and into a McDonalds so that everyone could grab something to eat and use the restrooms. I waited at the ladies room and eventually was able to get in and use the facilities, cleaning myself up as much as possible but inevitably smelling strongly of sex… and of Coop. We carried our food back onto the bus and ate as the driver once again got us on our way to Denver. For some reason our conversation felt strained now, awkward, not the relaxed, easy banter that we’d enjoyed earlier. I’d thought that perhaps the shared intimacy might have brought us closer, but it seemed to have done the opposite. After several minutes of this painful effort we both fell silent. We rode in strained silence for awhile, but I couldn’t take it, it was starting to hurt, and I reached out and touched his leg. “Coop…” That single word was all I managed, and it was like a dam broke for him. “Charli, I’m sorry. We shouldn’t have done that. God! Here I meet a girl that’s so incredible, so special, and all I want to do is find a way to tell her that and instead we end up fucking… that was stupid. Reckless. It was like I ...

... couldn’t stop myself!” I laughed softly. “How do you think I feel? God, Coop… that was like a sudden storm or something, unstoppable. You need to know that I’ve never done anything like that before.” He didn’t say anything for several minutes, both of us aware, I think, that our time together was quickly drawing to a close, less than two hours remaining on our trip. I was shocked at how much it hurt to realize that! He reached over and took my hand in his. “I have done things like that before, Charli – and you should. Don’t stop living life before you’ve lived it. Are you really ready to settle down with some boring guy named ‘Steve’ and make chubby kids?” I giggled. “Stop saying that.” “Come with me, Charli. Come out to the Western Slope – I’ll be gone some, we cover fires in parts of Utah, Wyoming and Colorado, but when I’m at base we can be together. You could find a job in Grand Junction for the summer – you don’t need to go back to Chicago with Steve.” I was shocked, flattered… very tempted. I’d told him that when Steve’s classes ended in a few days we were going to spend a week or so seeing Colorado before heading back to Chicago for pre-arranged summer jobs, and now he was pulling me in another direction – and it was a very powerful pull, toward his dark, sexy eyes and small, easy smile. “Coop… I can’t. Steve is going to propose – probably today! It’s… we have it all planned, Coop. I can’t do this to him.” “What about you, Charli? You’ll always wonder. You’ll hate that you ...