Back of the Bus

Back of the Bus

I was fingering her in the back seat of the bus when she told me to fuck her. We had kissed exactly twice before then, and both times were brief and nearly chaste. A brush of the lips more than a passion play. But there we were, on our way home from the last day of...
The Laundromat

The Laundromat

I’ve seen her eight times over the last few months. Always it’s one or two in the morning, and she’s doing a small load of laundry full of indiscernible items. She sits on top of the machine and reads a magazine, and she smiles at me although we never talk. Sometimes...