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Greyhound Girl

... just before I met Steve – had been somewhat larger than the other three, but the other three, with minor variations, had all been very similar in size and right around what Cosmo had informed me was average for men. And, more importantly, it had never been much of a factor for me! Each had been good at some things, in both the sexual arena and life in general, and perhaps not as good at others. The good with the bad, as in any meaningful relationship. Penis size had always been far down my list of “My Guy’s Most Important Attribute”, and while Coop was unquestionably impressive in that department, it still was not what made him so fascinating. With Cooper – who’s last name I didn’t even know – it was more about the overall man. Physically, for sure, he was the image of trim, fit, gorgeous, virile masculinity, but his rakish attitude and calm confidence - along with his obvious intelligence and quick wit - were what really had my heart beating fast and my mind and body responding to him. He was, in short, the whole package… with a nice package! Eventually the drone of the bus and the low vibrations I could feel through the seat lulled me to sleep, but it was not a restful sleep. Instead, it was filled with strange dreams, wild, bizarre erotic images, women that could have been me – or not - and handsome, wild, satyr-like men that seemed to always bear some form of resemblance to Coop. The things they were doing to each other… I was in a particularly vivid and erotic portion of ...

... one such dream when I became aware and alert enough to realize that someone had a hand on my shoulder, gently shaking me and softly calling my name. “Charli! Charli, wake up. You’re having a bad dream, Charli… c’mon, girl, wake up!” I awoke utterly disoriented, feverishly hot, my hair matted to my forehead with sweat and my body on fire with arousal. “What…? Huh? What’s uhh, where am I…?” “The bus, Charli; you’re still on the bus. Coop, remember?” Everything came back into mental focus, the bus, my seatmate, the situation, headed to Denver… the erotic dreams. “Why did you wake me? Was I talking in my sleep?” Oh my God, please don’t tell me I was talking in my sleep, anything but that! He smiled at me as if sensing my dread of the answer to that question. “Not talking, exactly; more like moaning really, and kind of squirming around in your seat. Are you okay?” I brushed my hair back, off my face. “Yeah, I guess. Just… nightmares.” “Oh.” He frowned at me, a concerned look on his face. “You want your seat back? Maybe you’d be more comfortable leaning against the side – or you can curl up, put your head in my lap if you want,” he must have realized the implications of that even as he said it, because he quickly added, “or your feet.” I was thinking, Yes, my head in your lap, that beautiful cock of yours right by my face… I’m sure that would be very restful! “No, I’m fine. I probably won’t fall back asleep now anyway, so I’ll just read some more.” “Charli, you need some sleep. We ...