There is a young girl sitting in the corner of the train cart.
I look up from the book that I am reading, and quickly catch a glance
Her face is slightly flushed as she sits there, looking out the window while toying with her fingers. Every so often, I catch a glimpse of her panties beneath her skirt and my heart beats faster, desperate for more. She's just so innocent...so alluring.
I muster up the courage and decide to strike up a conversation: "First year of college? You seem nervous, and I recognize that nervousness, as I was riding the same train several years back, nearly two decades, when I first went to college."
The girl jumps slightly at the sound of his voice, her heart racing even faster. She looks over at him with wide eyes, trying to compose herself. "Oh...thank you for talking to me," she stutters shyly. "I'm Stephanie." She offers a hesitant smile, wondering if she should admit how much she was actually enjoying his attention and how nervous it made her feel.
"I'm Casper, and what are you studying? What are you majoring in? If I may be so curious!"
"I'm actually majoring in...nursing," she says quietly, blushing deeper at the mention. It feels like her entire body is radiating heat. "It's always been my passion, you know?" She glances down at her lap, fidgeting with her fingers again as if trying to hide how nervous and aroused she feels right now.
"There's no need to be nervous, I know how exciting and exhilarating the first weeks of college can be!"
"T-thank you," she stammers, looking up at him gratefully. "It really is...I just hope I can make the most of it." She smiles shyly before asking a question of her own, feeling bolder. "So what about you? What made you choose to study...whatever it was you said?"
"Oh, I think around two decades ago, before you were even born I think, I studied history, I worked as a high school history teacher for quite a while, now I'm teacher future teachers."
"Wow, that's impressive," she says with genuine admiration in her voice. "I never thought about someone liking history enough to study it." A nervous laugh escapes her lips as she continues, "It's funny what you can get used to after a while. Like the idea of someone teaching nurses." Her cheeks flush even deeper at the mention of 'nurses', unable to hide how aroused she feels just thinking about it.
"You see to be blushing, why would a young, pretty lady like yourself be blushing while talking to an old geezer like myself?"
Blushing even deeper now, she bites her lip and stammers out an explanation. "It's nothing...really. I just get self-conscious sometimes, you know? Being so young and all." She looks down at her lap again, unable to meet his gaze directly. In reality, it has everything to do with how attracted she is to him and the thought of what they could be doing right now if things were different.
Seeing through her explanation I ask "I feel that there is something deeper you aren't mentioning. Why the blushing? You can tell me..." I say it with a soothing voice with a sexy undertone
With a shaky breath, she looks up at him, her eyes searching his face for understanding. "F-for instance...I..." Her voice trails off as she struggles to find the words. She's never been with anyone before, not even close. The thought of revealing this secret aloud makes her heart race uncontrollably and a warmth spreads between her legs.
"Go on... you can tell me..."
"I've been masturbating a lot lately." The words slip out before she can stop them, the admission like a weight off her chest. She bites her lip as soon as they leave her mouth, feeling mortified but also exhilarated by the confession. Her fingers twitch beneath the hem of her skirt, desperate to touch herself again.
"Are you feeling aroused right now?"
Her face flames even hotter at the direct question, and her cheeks feel hot beneath his gaze. "Y-yes," she admits in a barely audible whisper, "I can't help it." The thought of him knowing this about her sends a shiver down her spine, both frightening and exhilarating at the same time. She wishes they could...she doesn't know what she wishes they could do. All she knows is that being with him like this is making her feel things she's never felt before.
Her fingers twitch harder beneath her skirt, her heart racing in anticipation of relief. "I-I should probably stop," she stammers out, trying to compose herself. "It's not proper behavior." But even as the words leave her mouth, she knows she can't stop, not right now. Not with him watching her like this.
"N-no," he says softly, shaking his head ever so slightly. "I don't think you should." His gaze drops to her lap, tracing an invisible line up and down along her thigh as if he can see through her clothes. "I think...I think it would be all right if we helped each other with that. Just for a little while..."
Her breath catches in her throat at his words. His encouragement is intoxicating, making her feel braver than she's ever been before. Without another thought, she slides her hand under the hem of her skirt, slipping two fingers inside her panties and beginning to stroke herself. The sensation is almost too much to bear; heat spreads through her entire body as his words echo in her ears, driving her wild. "Do you want me to...?" she whispers, gaze locked on his face. "To
"You look so cute and sexy..."
Her breath catches in her throat at his words as she watches him watching her touch herself. Her fingers move faster against her skin, seeking release even as the desire to please him overwhelms her. She parts her lips, tongue darting out to wet them as her eyes drift closed, focusing on the sensation building deep inside her. "Please..." she whispers, not sure what it is she's begging for exactly but knowing she needs more of whatever this is between them.
Without waiting for permission, Casper reaches over and gently takes one of her fingers in hand, guiding it in a rhythm that matches his words: "Just like that...so good..." The sensation of his touch sends shockwaves through her, making the pleasure grow until she thinks she might scream. And then suddenly, there's a release so intense that every muscle in her body tenses and relaxes at once
Her entire body trembles as the sensation washes over her in waves, leaving her weak and shaky with pleasure. She looks up at him through glazed eyes, mouth hanging open slightly as she tries to catch her breath. "T-th... thank you..." she whispers hoarsely, her fingers twitching absently against the fabric of her panties, still seeking the contact that brought her so much pleasure just moments ago.
Her face is flushed with heat and embarrassment, but there's also an unmistakable glow of satisfaction spreading across her features. With trembling fingers, she reaches out to brush a stray hair from his forehead, marveling at the feelings he's managed to elicit in her so quickly. "I... I should probably go..." she manages to say after a moment, her voice barely audible even to herself. "Thank you for talking
"If you want to continue our 'game' I gladly invite you to my home, here, this is my phone number, if you're interested, you can send me a text message after college ends today..." I give her a small piece of paper with my phone number on it, and throw a wink her way
Her heart races at the invitation, and despite knowing she should resist, she can't help but grin at him. "I... I don't know..." she says uncertainly, her fingers drumming against the back of the seat as she tries to decide what to do. "That sounds interesting, but I've never... done anything like that before."
Taking a deep breath, she glances down at the piece of paper in her hand, biting her lip as she weighs her options. She could easily ignore it and go back to her old life tomorrow, or she could take this opportunity to explore something new...something exciting.
With trembling fingers, she picks up his phone and carefully enters her own number before hitting send, hoping he'll understand the message even without words.
I look down at my cellphone to see what message she has send
Her cheeks flush even hotter as she realizes what she's just done, but the anticipation of seeing where this might lead is too much to resist. She glances up at him again, wondering if he can read her mind or if he'll think she's completely insane for making such a bold move. There's something about him that makes her feel safe and wanted in a way she never has before, and despite the overwhelming awkwardness of their situation, she finds herself craving more time with him.
As they approach the end of their journey, Steph can't help but wonder what their next encounter will be like. Her heart races at the thought of it all, making her feel as if anything is possible now.
The rest of the day goes by unremarkably, I teach at the teacher's academy, and eventually, around the time when college ends, I get a message from Stephanie
With trembling fingers, she types out her reply: "Hi, it's me... Steph. I hope you don't mind me sending that message earlier. I just wanted to say thank you again for talking to me on the train and... well, for everything else." She pauses, wondering if she should continue or cut her losses now. "I've been thinking about what happened between us today, and I have to admit... it was pretty amazing. I don't know where things could go from here, but I'm interested in finding out." Her thumb hovers over the send button, heart racing as she waits for his response.
"I'm also curious to find out. I invite you to my home tonight, so we can find out. The address is Beacarnestreet 5. See you soon xx."
Her breath catches in her throat as she reads his message, heat rising to her cheeks again. Beacarnestreet... she types the address into her phone's map app and finds that it isn't far away. With a mixture of excitement and nervousness churning in her stomach, she hastily sends off a reply: "Okay... I'm on my way. See you soon."
Her fingers tremble as she hits the end button, fear and anticipation warring within her. What will he be like at his place? Will they just talk some more, or will things get even more intense than they did on the train? She wipes her damp palms against her jeans, trying to steady herself for whatever comes next.
I sit at home, and then minutes go by until the doorbell rings
Taking a deep breath, she smooths her hair back and carefully checks herself in the mirror one last time before opening the door. Her heart feels like it's going to burst out of her chest as she sees him standing on the other side, looking every bit as handsome and alluring as he did earlier today. "Hi," she whispers, feeling shy again despite their earlier intimacy.
"Hi, I'm really happy you decided to come..."
Shyly, she follows him inside and takes a moment to look around. His place is nicer than she expected; it's clean and cozy at the same time, with plenty of warm lighting and comfortable-looking furniture. She glances up at him, wondering what he must think of her coming here, uninvited and all. "T-thanks for... everything," she manages to say, still feeling flustered.
"No problem, you're beautiful." He leads her into the living room and invites her to sit down on a plush couch. Steph sinks into the soft cushions, feeling both more relaxed and more aware of him than ever before. Her heart is racing so fast she can feel it in her throat, and every movement he makes seems to send shockwaves of desire through her body.
'I am looking forward to seek what shapes this spark between us can take."
The words swirl around in her mind like a dance, each one adding another layer of heat to the already smoldering desire that pulses through her veins. She glances up at him shyly, her cheeks flushed with anticipation and nerves alike. "Me too," she whispers, barely audible even to herself. There's something about being here, in this moment, that makes it feel like anything is possible between them...and the thought both thrills and terrifies her at the same time.
I place my hand on the backside of her head and stare intently into her eyes, signalling my intent to kiss her
Her heart skips a beat as his hand comes to rest on the back of her head. In the next instant, their lips meet in a soft, tender kiss that makes her entire body tingle with desire. She melts into him, giving herself over to the sensation, wondering how something this perfect could possibly be real.
His other hand comes up to cup her face, his touch sending waves of pleasure coursing through her as he deepens the kiss, demanding more. Her mouth opens slightly beneath his, inviting him in as they explore each other's tongues and teeth, their breath mingling together in tiny moans of pleasure.
Steph feels like she could lose herself in this moment forever; the world has narrowed down to just Casper's touch and his kiss, and nothing else matters anymore. As he presses her deeper into the couch, forcing her legs wider apart, she finds herself grateful for the sens