The journey before the destination

I stood waiting in the bus terminal for Jess's bus to arrive. It was half an hour late. I couldn't contain my excitement; although we were just friends, we always had a lot of fun when she came to visit. We'd hung out for years completely platonically, but since she broke up with her girlfriend and I came out as queer in the same year, we've started teasing each other mercilessly. This time, I had bought a packer to wear in under my crisp black jeans; it was subtle, but I knew Jess would notice. This time, Jess had sent me a snapchat of her new lacy black underwear, just opaque enough to leave some things up to the imagination, with one finger pulling it tauntingly to the side to reveal her clean-shaven skin. Her bus finally pulled up, and when she stepped out I felt myself getting hard. The packer wasn't the real thing, obviously, but my clit throbbing against it made it feel almost like it was a part of me. She was wearing a short skirt and sneakers, which seemed to me like a particularly naughty combination. I had no idea I was in for so much more. Her face lit up when she saw me, and she ran over to give me a hug. "It's been too long! I missed you, buddy." As we hugged, I moved close so she could feel the packer. I heard her let out a sigh. Before she let go, she whispered in my ear: "I want you to know, I took my underwear off on the bus. I want to think about my bare pussy when we're at dinner. And by the way, nice bulge." I was shocked by her forthrightness; it made me smile stupidly at her. I couldn't feign nonchalance. So we went off to dinner, catching up like old friends. Occasionally, she'd touch my arm or my leg; I tried to keep my hands to myself, worried I'd explode. We talked about our mutual friends and about the upcoming ski trip we were planning the next month. "Speaking of people we know, you'll never guess but I saw Ray and Monica going at it on the couch the other night! A girl couldn't ask for two more affectionate roommates." I laughed, but was also curious about what she saw. "Did they see you?" "No, they had the TV on and I was on the stairs. I saw the whole thing: him going down on her, and then taking her from behind..." The mischievous twinkle in her eye made me feel hard again. The way she was leaning on the table caused her sweater to droop forward, revealing a glimpse of cleavage, and the edge of her solid black satin bra. I thought about running my fingers over it. She caught me looking; I blushed and turned away to take a sip of water. Then suddenly I felt her swipe her fingers over the back of my hand; I looked down to see that they had left a wet trail on the back of my hand. I knew then that her fingers had been inside her bare pussy while we were talking, obscured by the table cloth. Then she grabbed my almost painfully throbbing bulge. "What do you say we get out of here? I flagged the waiter down. "Check please!" As we walked back to my apartment, conveniently located just around the corner, Jess said: "I'm going to make you wait til the ski trip. You can't touch me until then." We ran up the stairs; she pushed me onto the couch. She sat on the bed. "I want you to jerk yourself off." She spread her legs, pushing her skirt up her thigh slowly, until finally after weeks of teasing pictures and innuendo, her cunt was there, shaved just for me. She started touching herself, closing her eyes as her sweater slipped off her shoulder. She opened them to see me sitting with my hands down my pants, rubbing my clit with the desperation that the night had built up. She got up, reached into her bag, and pulled out a dildo. "Get on the bed," she told me. I did as she told me, anticipating the reward she had waiting for me in a ski cabin a month away. She straddled me, and started fucking herself with the dick, while I watched it slide in and out of her with ease. She was dripping onto my jeans, and I didn't care. She had been dictating all the events of the evening, and I felt myself growing impatient. Finally, the sight of her pussy taking the cock was too much for me. I took my damp hand out of my pants, grabbed her tits and pulled her towards me to start kissing her. I felt a slap across my cheeks. "You greedy boy!" With force I didn't know she had, she pinned my hands above my head. "Now you don't get to touch yourself at all." She took her sweater off, and then her tank top, using the tank's straps to tie my hands together and secure them to the bedpost. Her black satin bra brushed my face, and I felt her reposition so her nipple brushed my lip. She finally took off her skirt, then straddled me again, this time on my chest, so I'd be able to smell her but not taste her. She kept fucking herself and rubbing herself until she came, violently, drenching my shirt with her cum. "There. That wasn't so hard was it?" She kissed me on the mouth, hard. "I think you've learned your lesson, you bad boy. Now you've earned a little treat." I liked hearing her call me 'boy'; with her, I didn't feel like a girl. And her she was, dominating me and treating me like the guy I was inside, but responding to me as much as I was responding to her. She unzipped my pants, biting the packer through my boxer-briefs, before stripping my bottom half bare. My pussy was dripping wet, and my big throbbing clit was swollen and hard. I knew she was going to finish me off, and that all the anticipation would finally be alleviated by her touch.