Greyhound Girl - Sex Stories

Greyhound Girl

... never gave yourself a chance to find out.” I ran my fingers through my hair; hurting, confused, exasperated. “God, Cooper, don’t do this to me! Do you have any idea how much this hurts?” “Yeah. I know exactly how much this hurts.” Tears welled, and I leaned back in my seat, unable to say any more. We rode the rest of the way into Denver in silence, but as we hit the city limits we tried to talk again… and failed. God, Charli! Stop it! You can’t feel this way about a guy you met only hours ago. It’s ridiculous! The bus had pulled into the station and stopped, everyone gathering their things and preparing to disembark when I felt his hand on my shoulder. “Charli, thank you. You made that trip… memorable.” He was holding out his other hand to me, to shake hands. To shake hands! The guy that had just been inside of me – who’s cum was still in me – the guy that had given me probably the most exciting and amazing moments of my life, shaking hands! I stretched up and kissed him, his lips soft and warm, and he met my kiss and deepened it, our tongues dancing naturally, meant for each other. When our lips parted I ached with loss. We stepped off the bus and I looked around, Cooper at my side still. He looked at me. “Where’s Steve?” “He’ll be here. Probably looking for a parking place.” “If I was meeting a girl like you I’d have been here an hour early, a dozen long-stemmed red roses in ...

... hand.” I sighed. “Coop, give him a break – besides, we’re past that.” “Not even engaged yet – today, maybe – and you’re past him giving you roses?” He shook his head sadly. “You deserve more, Charli. Well, you have a good life – maybe tell those chubby kids about me someday.” I smiled sadly and he bent and kissed me, and then he turned and walked away. And I ached. It hurt so bad, watching him walk away, his lithe, feline body moving so gracefully through the crowd, and then he was gone. I stifled a sob, forcing myself not to run after him, and then saw Steve finally approaching across the terminal. He frowned as he approached. “Sorry, the traffic…” he looked in the direction Coop had gone. “Who was that?” Oh God, he’d seen the kiss! “Just a guy I met on the bus.” “Just a guy you met on the bus and you kissed him?” I saw his nostrils flare and realized that he’d caught the scent of sex on me, and the scent of Cooper. Yes, Steve, I did that. You want to marry me, but you don’t even know me – not the way this man does after so few hours. Just like that something changed within me, a complete paradigm shift, and I realized that this wasn’t going to be as difficult as I’d thought. “Steve, I’m so sorry, but we need to talk…” I wasn’t sure I could catch up to Coop, but I was going to try – and besides, I knew where he was going. I’d find him, and maybe find myself and my life at the same time.