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[SilverBullet]

Hi. This is my first time posting on this board. I'm just going to start something new and see where it goes. The story is open for all so do whatever you like. I'm not sure how you want to do this. You all can take roles of the characters I start. (I won't create them, I'll just says man or woman and you can do the rest.) Or start some up of your own. Let's just make it interesting.




Josh just had to get out of the city. The pressures of life were just too much. Nothing had gone right in his life. Finally he decided just to leave. Don't say goodbye to anyone or anything. Leave. Start over.
This is exactly what he did. Standing at the bus stop he thinks about his past one last time. He makes a promise to himself that once he gets on the bus, he will think about it no more. As his thoughts take him away, he is startled as someone bumps into him.
"Oh, I'm so sorry." the girl says.

IC: "Oh, that's OK."

Josh notices the bus coming ahead and slowly come to a stop. He watches as the girl turns and walks up the bus steps. Others waiting to get on do the same. He pauses for one instant and does the same. He takes his final four steps up the bus path toward his new life. The last few people get on and the bus pulls out. Josh takes an empty seat in the fourth row.

 

[SilverBullet]

Josh sits quietly as the bus hums across the concrete road. Trying ever so hard not to think about anything that took place before the bus trip. He is a new person. This is a new life. He is free.

IC: "It sure doesn't feel any different"

After saying this Josh jumped not realizing that he was talking aloud. He instinctively looked around to see if anyone had noticed when he caught a glimpse of the girl that had bumped into him earlier. She was reading a book but he couldn't tell what the name was.

 

[Honey_B]

OOC: If I may take a stab at the woman reading the book...

IC:
... Even as he spoke, his hands were busy undoing the buttons of his breeches. In less time than it takes to write of it, he had stripped them off...

"It sure doesn't feel any different."

Elaina looked up to see a man looking at her. The same one she had bumped into getting onto the bus.

"Great! He's going to think I'm a slut as well as a klutz."

She snapped her copy of Fanny Hill closed as she felt the inevitable blood rush to her cheeks. Her pale skin always advertised her every embarrassment. She hid the book under her purse.

"Great! Red hair, red cheeks... Why don't you draw more attention to yourself," Elaina thought. The guy was still looking at her, and she noticed he had incredible eyes. Elaina managed a small smile before nervously turning to look out the window.

This was going to be harder than she had ever thought possible.

 

[SilverBullet]

OOC: Sorry this took so long. I was on vacation. A real vacation, not fantasy. Anyone that wants to add new characters go ahead and start up some of your own.


IC:

Josh quickly jerked his head back, not even returning the smile he had just gotten.

"She got on the bus at the same town as from where I am trying to forget about. I'm not even going to go talk to her, although this trip is going to be boring sitting here alone. She would just remind me about what I am trying to forget. And what was that she was reading? Was that a dirty book?"

He assured himself that it probably wasn't. He didn't get that good of a look at it after all. He couldn't help but smile to himself as he wondered. She wasn't bad looking after all. A little pale, but her skin looked so smooth and clean. Plus, he had always had a thing for red-heads but had never had the chance to be with one.

"Too many blondes. I know they say that blondes have all the fun. And I sure have had some fun with them, but that's all in the past. I'm a brand new man. - Yeah right."

Josh then turned back around to see the woman glance back up at him. He gave her the smile that he had forgotten to give her before.

 

[poohlive]

Out of the city. That was always their destination. Harry glanced back at the mirror, seeing a look at the crowd he had picked up tonight. Despite the whole new faces, it was all the same. An elderly couple in the back, going out to their daughter's for the weekend. A few runaway's, sleeping right now. They haven't gotten sleep in the past week on the streets, running from gangs and staying away from the cops.
A junkie in the back, probably had taken a shot in one of the bathroom's earlier, and was now tripping very nicely. A permant smile was plastered on his face.
Some college student, who had so desperately tried to make it in the big city, now has to go back home. He is penniless, and has a bunch of debts to cover with the college. Maybe Daddy can get him a job.
A slut or two. Her pimp had hit her one too many times, she kept promising herself she'd leave, but she never did. Now, after he had almost kicked her so hard she passed out, she decided enough was enough.
She'd take her body and sell it elsewhere.
Yes, different faces, but the same story every time. He looked back on the dark hiway they were now taking. The lights burning into the night, like a horrid dragon plowing through the concrete jungle.
They would get onto the parkway soon, heading out of the city and into the suburbs. After one last stop there, he'd be going to a small town, where most would get off.
Glancing down at the guages, he could see he was driving a little over the speed limit. Not that it matter, there was absolutely no traffic, and he seriously doubted a cop would pull someone over for going 28 in a 25 zone.
They were almost out of gas though. Once he got on the parkway, he'd have to take that offramp to the rest area, get some gas and let the patrons stretch their legs. Especially that pretty one sitting a few seats behind him.
He gave half a chuckle, as he leaned back in his chair and rubbed his belly. At one time it was a perfect peak of manliness, right down to those perfect little abdomin muscles. That was when he was 18 though. At 35, he had developed quite a little beer belly.
Nothing too horrible, he wasn't obese or anything, but he definitely wasn't that much of a looker. Still, he wasn't a horrible catch.
With one hand on the steering wheel, he drove down the street.

 

[susan__32]

Angie, 24, 5'1, 130 lbs, black hair, fair skin, chesty

Angie leaned back in the bus seat and let her emotions go... as the tears started to flow down her cheeks she turned her face to the window, trying to hide the big black eye her husband had given her the night before.

If she wanted to live, she had to leave.. and so she was...

 

[hotforpolitics]

Russ


God bus trips were boring. I never got used to them. You would think the time I spent in minor league baseball would numb me to the boredom of watching the countryside go by at 60 miles an hour. But I was still bored. And I could never get comfortable even with a row to myself.

I had been released again, the sixth or seventh time, but I had found yet another minor league team that needed an arm. Mine was about used up. A couple of trips to the bigs, but mainly the minors. This was probably the last stop for me. Then real life. Oh well if I could drag out one more summer.

My daydreaming and boredom was interrupted by soft crying from the row behind me. I turned and saw a woman crying. Always a gentleman, I turned and asked, "Excuse me. Are you all right?" and handed her a bottle of water.

 

[susan__32]

Angie

As the miles rolled by, Angie thought about how her life had gone wrong. She had fallen in love young. The man had just graduated from the police academy. The first year or so had been wonderful. Then things had gone downhill. Her husband took the stress of his work out on her. At first verbally... then physically. Things had gotten worse, and worse. Until she had to leave.

"Excuse me. Are you alright?"

She was startled from her thoughts by the words of a very tall, athletic man across the isle.

He was offering her a bottle of water. Dazed, both by her thoughts, and the bright blue eyes looking at her, she took the offered bottle.

Despite the massive bruise on her face, she broke into a small, but honest smile.

"Yes, I'm getting better by the mile."

 

[hotforpolitics]

Russ

"Here. Take this water. I have plenty," pointing to the small cooler by my feet. "Got a beer if you'd rather. I didn't mean to intrude, just heard you and wanted to check on you."

She was young I thought. 24-25 maybe. And somebody had used her for a punching bag recently. Nice looking, too. What would make soebody do that her.

"I've got a little ice if you need it."

 

[susan__32]

Angie

Handing the bottle of water back unopened, Angie thought the moment called for at least an attempted joke.

"No thanks, I don't care for ice in my beer"

Smiling more, she winced as the pain around her left eye hit her.

"As you can see, I've not had a great couple days."

Leaning forward and reaching for the can of Bud, Angie's black cotton blouse fell open a little, revealing a hint of her red lace bra and a clear view of the tops of her large creamy breasts.

 

[hotforpolitics]

"no thanks I don't care for ice in my beer."

"That's pretty funny. I'm Russ by the way. DO you mind if I come back and sit in your row and keep you company. Might be easier than talking over the seat?"

I watched her reach for the beer. Her blouse opened slightly and I could see her red bra and the tops of her breasts. Not waiting for her to decline my offer to sit next to her I moved back to her row and sat. "I hate buses."

 

[susan__32]

Angie

Looking up as Russ stood and steped back to the seat beside her, Angie couldnt help herself.

"God, you are tall."

Angie turned in her seat, putting her back against the window, so she could see him better out of her good eye.

She had caught him glancing down her blouse. It gave her a strange, warm feeling, to realize a man would appriciate her body even with a big shiner closing her eye.

Her eyes ran up and down his long, muscular body, and lingered for a moment on what was clearly a large package held tightly in his jeans.

"So tell me, why are you on this rattling bucket of broken dreams?"

 

[Honey_B]

Elaina

The passing landscape was numbing and Elaina's mind wandered to places it shouldn't go - To her mother, the insults, the fear. A pleasant laugh drew her out of her dangerous revery. It had been the busdriver.

To him, she said, "Goodness, it seems we are out of the county already."

Elaina caught a smile out the corner of her eye and turned in her seat. I've got to get out of this shell sometime. She extended her hand.

"Hi, I'm Elaina."

She couldn't think of a single thing to add.

 

[SilverBullet]

Josh didn't know for sure if she was talking to him or the cheerful guy driving the bus. He didn't care.

"Hey," He responded back and then paused for a second giving her another smile, "I'm Josh. I'm glad I noticed you. While the scenery is nice, it gets old looking at the same thing after awhile. Besides I didn't bring along a book to read like you did." He grinned wider this time at the red haired beauty.

 

[susan__32]

Angie

Angie glanced at her new friend as he opened his own beer, and then up at the couple a few rows infront of them.

It seemed that a lot of young people were looking for a new start.

This might not be so bad afterall.

Smiling shyly up at Russ, she could feel her short black skirt rise up her thighs as she turned in the seat.

Sipping the beer, she wondered... just where this trip might lead.

 

[poohlive]

Ren reached over himself to the back, shaking her hand graciously.
"Hiya Elaina, my name's Ren."
Well, it was actually short for Renford, but he had never liked that name, so ever since he had realized what the word cool meant, it had been Ren.
"We're not out of the woods quite yet, still got a bit of a ride ahead of us. I'm just gonna stop up here for some gas in a bit. Then, we'll be back out in the country soon enough."
He checked the left lane, before pulling over there. He'd have to cross streets a few blocks down.
"So, which is it, to or away?"
He glanced at her in the mirror, a bit of a curious look on his face.
"Well, you see, anyone who takes this bus is either running to something, or running away from something. I was just curious which one it was for you..."

 

[hotforpolitics]

Russ

"Being tall isn't all it's cracked up to be when you are riding on a bus," I said with a laugh. "In fact, about now I wish I was about 5'6"!"

I watched as she shifted in her seat, putting her back to the window and facing toward me. Her black skirt edging up her thighs.

"I spend my life on buses, or in motel rooms. Neither is comfortable, but it beats working for a living. I am on my ninth baseball life and hpoing to catch on again one more time before I have to grow up and join the real world. I'm Russ by the way. What brings you to this bus?"

Taking a long pull on my beer I watch her shift a bit uneasily in her seat.

 

[susan__32]

Angie

hmmmm, a jock... but a cute one, and he doesnt seem like a jerk...

watching Russ drink from the beer can... Angie realized he had asked a question.

Squirming a little more in the seat, and failing at her effort to tug her disobedient skirt down, she looked him in the eye and let the words flow...

"I am leaving my husband. Or I should say, I have left him. For obvious reasons." She touches her swollen eye.

"I am traveling to my cousin's horse farm in Kentucky. We grew up together and I have always wanted to help her with the horses."

Setting the empty can down, Angie leans over and opens the cooler, her blouse again falling open...looking up...

"May I?"

 

[hotforpolitics]

"Sure help yourself. These are the only way to get through a ride like this."

As she bent forward to grab another beer her blouse again opened slightly to reveal her breasts. She didn't seem to mind and I certainly didn't. In fact I was enjoying not only her breasts, but her attmepts to keep her skirt from rifing any further up.

"That really sucks. Nobody deserves to be hit, under any circumstances. At least you can get away."

Taking another pull on my beer, I looked abck over at her at said, "Never tried the marriage thing myself. Been asked a few times though. Just couldn't see it fitting my nomadic lifestyle. How long you been married, if you don't mind me asking?"

 

[susan__32]

Angie

"I got married young. I had just turned 18, he was 23. I have been married almost 6 years. He is a cop, so his friends protect him. I had to get away."

Fighting back the tears, Angie took another sip of beer.

"I dont really remember what it was like before being married..." She looked along Russ's long legs and up to his bright blue eyes again, "but I think I am going to enjoy it."

 

[hotforpolitics]

Of all the things in this world I dislike, the thing I hate the most is a woman crying. So when Angie started to cry after telling me her story, I felt really uncomfortable. I never know how to comfort a woman like that, and this is one I just met.

"I'm really sorry. Don't cry. Here," I said handing her a handkerchef, "Don't worry it's clean."

I watched as she dried her eyes and tried to compose herself.

 

[susan__32]

Handing back the hankerchef.

"Thank you"

"I can understand why you would have offers... women are always drawn to athletes and you are very cute."

Holding the beer in her left hand, Angie leans forward to give Russ a hug.

Pressing herself agaist his wide, strong chest.

"Thank you for talking to me" her lips close to his ear "and thank you for the beers."

 

[hotforpolitics]

"Your welcome. For the ears and the beers!" Her hug was to say the least pleasurable. Especially when she leaned so far forward that her skirt rode up higher than it had been before. I tried not to notice or to acknowledge what I had seen.

"Most of the offers are pretty strange frankly. Somehow just because I'm a ballplayer, they assume I have a big contract and lots of endorsement deals. Hardly. But you don't want to hear about that. Tell me, why a horse farm?" I said, putting my hand on her knee.

 

[susan__32]

Feeling an electric jolt as his large hand cupped her knee.

Shifting more.. pressing the knee closer to him, knowing the skirt has been hiked up nearly enough to expose the red lace paties she had on underneath, Angie found herself being drawn deeper and deeper into his hypnotic blue eyes.

"Jenny, my cousin, got the farm from her granddad on her mother's side. She had visited a lot when she was young, and I guess the old guy didnt have anyone else to leave it to when he passed on. Its huge, and she is a little overwhelmed."

Lightly licking her lips...and stretching her shoulders.

"I dont know the first thing about animals, but I need a fresh start and it seemed like the best place to go. Besides, Jen is dating a lawyer and he said he could make sure Tony wouldnt bother me there."

sipping the beer.

"Enough about me... what abot you. Doesnt it get lonely being all alone, and on the road so much?"

 

[hotforpolitics]

Trying not to watch her skirt as it continued up her thighs, I listened to her explain why she was going to Kentucky. She asked if it got lonely on the road.

"Yeah, it can be pretty lonely. At first it is great fun. A new town every couple of days, the dream of getting called up. But then it settles into a routine. A new town every couple of days, endless bus rides and second rate motels. And finally the realization that there isn't going to be any big league contract and all that comes with it. You find things to occupy your time and mind. Time mostly though."

She didn't seem too bored by the monologue, nor did she seem anxious for me to move my hand. So I continued.

"I'm pretty much at the end of the road. Maybe a stop or two left, if I'm lucky. I'm hoping to make it through the end of the summer. Maybe find a team that needs somebody just to get them through until the next young phenom comes along."

Now I turned in my seat, trying both to stretch my legs and face Angie.