Freak city -part three

Freak city - part three

Fuck it was cold, so damn cold as I waited out on the footpath for the greyhound bus to come rolling along. No need to book a seat I was fine just floating around, just as long as I had a mean of transport. I had left Freak in a state of depression. She had not slept a wink all week. It had taken me that logn to be alone enough to do my research. She hadn't even been back to school. I could understand why, I would hate to go back to. But this was it, I was going to make her smile, I was going to wipe away her tears so she would never have to cry again, so she wouldn't feel any pain. So I could feel her inside of me as we moved, our bodies together as one, so she wouldn't have to use her hand. Her hand that had been smeared and covered in masscara.

The bus came along around the corner, the group of people ready to follow me with my trip, ran towards the bus. All anxious to start their 10 hour journey, yes that was right ten hours on a bus. Good thing us spirits don't sleep, other wise I would be completely nacked by the time I reach our destination. Though from their it was a half hour fly across the highway and into the estate this so called love of her life lived. By the way did I tell you his name , I don't think I did. His name is kian hellester, first thought that came to mind , being my old self again was "Kian Hellester the child molester". It was pretty funny, for about five minutes and then I realsied this was the guy I was going to be, this was the guy I was possesing, so I better get used to the name. Still it rung like a bell through my head, the only molestation that was going to occur when inside his body would be under her acceptance. Though I had a fairly good feeling that it wouldn;t be to hard once she saw him for her to jump right into the sack.

"Please file into the bus passangers, please and no pushing" the old bus driver bellowed , stepping back into the bus. Why push when I could just float my way through the window. Never say to a group of eager passangers not to push their way through, cause your just wasting your breath, everyone wants the good seats, the back seats the window seats. Like me, this one time when I was alive, I wanted the back seat, so glad I did cause this really hot chick of about 20 sat next to me, anyway half way through our trip, as the sun went down and all you could see was country for miles, most people fell asleep.

My eyes had gone drowsy, my head killed form the lack of oxegen and the constant smell of curry farts wafting my general direction form the indiands in front of me, no offence im not racist, they just really smelt like off burning curry, so anywa my eyes were closing and opening , back and forth my eyes rolled back and I fell asleep. It was about half an hour later when the bus had stoped at a truck pit and I awoke to find her asleep on my lap, her head right on my crutch. She had taken of her jacket and was just wearing this kinda see through crop top. Well that was it, my cock I swear was just screaming for her mouth to consume it.

The bus driver yelled "15 minute break people" , but she must have been dead to the world, and continued to sleep. Me not feeling like I wanted to move even if I wanted to was the only one who actually didn't get of the bus. For the first ten minutes I just sat their looking out the window, then all of a sudden she started to move her head back and forth on my crutch, like you would a pillow. I could feel it to, like the closet thing to masterbation I have ever felt. back and forth back and forth. I started to moan and groan a bit, holding my mouth so she wouldn't wake up and notice, all the while feeling like I was about to come. She just didn't stop, not that I wanted her to. The that' when she moved a bit, her tit falling from her top. Thats when I really lost it. I started moving along with her head, each time getting faster and faster. Just as I was about the scream so loud, the next state would probably hear me, she opened her eyes, lifting her head up slowly. I screamed, letting out a final moan, touching my chest. She gave me this kind of disgusted look and grabbed her bags. I stopped my breathing going back to its regular pace. It was embaressing, but my first time at oral sex, if you could even call it that.

I snapped back to reality. I was dead now, their was no chance at another bus grope, unless of course their was some other dead chick on the bus with me. The bus started to move as I sat in an empty chair. Lucky me, I was on my way to victory.