Room for One More

"The bus for Cincinnati, Covington, Lexington, Frankfort, and Lou'v'lle is now available for boarding at gate four. Departure is scheduled at 1:15 for Cincinnati, Covington, Lexington, Frankfort, and Lou'v'lle. Please check your luggage and board at gate four. And thank you for traveling Greyhound."

Eric glanced up at the clock on the wall of the bus station. Only ten minutes till this bus leaves, they must have arrived here running late. Eric looked around him, at the usual scruffy middle-of-the-night types you see sitting in a bus station. He didn't know why, but it seemed Greyhound stations were always located in the worst part of town. Waiting to catch a connection at this hour of the night, that always made Eric nervous. The bus from home had pulled in here before midnight, and he'd been waiting over an hour now for the bus to Louisville. He was just glad he didn't have to use the men's room; if he had, he probably would've tried to hold it until he could use the toilet on board the bus.

Eric got up and slung his small duffel bag over his shoulder. Mid-semester break, you can travel light. He sauntered out through the door and looked for the bus. Gate four, over there. Eric saw that there was already a line of people boarding the bus. He got in line, last one in line, decided he might just as well take the duffel on board with him and put it in the rack overhead. The bus driver tore off Eric's bus ticket.

Eric stepped up into the bus. The folks who had boarded just ahead of him were inching their way down the aisle, looking for seats. All the seats up front were already taken. One by one, the new boarders found seats and sat down. Except for Eric.

By now, Eric was almost to the back of the bus. He could see there were no empty seats in these last few rows. He turned and glanced back up the aisle. His eyes scanned up and down inside the bus.

Oh, shoot! Not a single seat left to sit in! Eric could hear the bus driver closing the luggage compartment doors on the outside of the bus. He didn't know what to do. He was sure they wouldn't let him ride standing up. Not that he could imagine riding the next several hours standing on his feet, anyhow. Probably he'd have to get off, and wait for the next bus.

But Eric had noticed on the schedule posted in the bus station, the next bus bound for Louisville wouldn't be departing until something like eight in the morning.

Damn! What to do?

Eric heard a feminine giggle from down by his elbow. Then he heard a female voice: "Can't you find a seat?"

He turned to his left and looked. It was a young woman, about his own age. In fact there were two gals sitting there, side by side. Both real lookers, blonde, thin but with quite sturdy bones. They looked a lot alike. Eric guessed they were probably sisters.

The young woman nearer the aisle repeated her question: "What's wrong? Can't you find a seat?"

Eric said, "I don't think there are any seats left."

The two girls giggled and glanced at each other, with a strange, knowing look which Eric couldn't quite read. Then the one by the aisle said to Eric, "Well, if you have to, I suppose you could sit on my lap."

Eric chuckled at her joke. Then the young woman patted her lap and smiled up at him, and it dawned on Eric that this chick wasn't kidding, she was serious. She was genuinely offering to let him sit on her lap.

"Oh, well, yeah... I suppose I could..." Eric could feel that he must be blushing. Hell, if this pretty girl was honestly offering to let him sit on her lap... he sure wasn't going to pass it up!

Besides, there was no place else to sit.

Eric swung his duffel bag up onto the rack overhead. When he looked back down, he saw that this gal was offering him her hand. "Hi, I'm Brittany."

"Ummmm... Hi, my name is Eric." As he shook hands with her, Eric was surprised at the strength of Brittany's handshake. He was also surprised when he felt her hand completely wrapping around and engulfing his hand. A glance verified to Eric that this woman's hand was indeed larger than his.

The other young woman reached across and shook Eric's hand. "And I'm Amanda." Eric noticed that Amanda also had large hands and a firm strong handshake.

Eric again noticed that knowing glance passing between the two girls, just before he turned to sit down. He seated himself and settled into place on Brittany's lap. She was no small gal, these were neither of them small gals. Slender, but quite large boned. And Eric guessed that they were both just about as tall as he was.

He heard Brittany's voice from behind his back: "So where are you headed?"

"Louisville. Back to school after fall break."

Brittany said, "Oh, you too? University of Louisville?"

"Yep. Just been home to see my folks over fall break."

"Oh," cooed Brittany, "we've been home visiting our folks for fall break, too."

"So you must be sisters?"

"Yeah, I'm big sister and Amanda here is kid sister. So what year are you?"

"Me?" said Eric. "I'm a senior."

Brittany said, "Me too."

Amanda chimed in: "I'm a sophomore. Well, actually I'll have enough credits to be a junior next semester."

Eric had never noticed these two foxes around campus before, but man, talk about two hot chicks! And to think he was actually sitting right on this Brittany's lap, just like that!

Then Eric noticed that the bus driver had boarded, up front. The man glanced back for a moment, then sat down in the driver's seat. Apparently he hadn't noticed that Eric, near the back of the bus, was sitting on this blonde college coed's lap.

Eric continued chatting with Brittany and Amanda as the bus came to life and slowly edged out of the terminal. The driver's voice echoed over the speaker inside the bus: "Hi, I'm Bob, and I'll be your driver tonight. This bus is headed for Cincinnati, Covington, Lexington, Frankfort, and then we'll be arriving in Lou'v'lle around 6:20 this morning. I'd like to remind you, nobody standing ahead of the white line while we're in motion, no smoking, no alcohol or illegal substances aboard the bus, please wait until we're out of town to use the rest room..."

The bus lurched and swayed as it swung out onto the street. Without even thinking Eric went, "Whoahhhh--"

But his exclamation was cut off, silenced without warning.

Eric suddenly became aware that Brittany had put her hand over his mouth. Reached right up and covered his mouth with her big soft warm smooth right hand!

Probably a reflex, he thought. But as the bus continued down the street, she didn't let him go. Now the bus was making a careful left turn onto a four-lane street, and still Brittany kept Eric silenced with her unusually large hand fastened like a warm snug blanket over his mouth.

Well, he sure wasn't going to complain! It felt good. Not (thought Eric) that he'd be able to complain, even if he wanted to. Not with Brittany keeping her hand over his mouth like this!

Eric looked out the window of the bus, as the streetlights flashed by in the dark. Now came the bright lights of a gas station, open in the middle of the night, somebody standing by the pump and filling their car up with gas. Then the lights of a bar, people coming out the door -- must be near closing time.

The bus stopped at a red light. Brittany was still holding her right hand over Eric's mouth. He dared to look down at her large smooth beautiful left hand, lying there between Eric's thigh and Amanda's knee. Lights from a city night gleamed and reflected off the clear polish on Brittany's nails.

Eric glanced across the aisle. A fortyish woman was trying not to be too obvious as she eyed the scene right across from her, and Eric could sense that she was scandalized, as if she was thinking to herself, "What in the world are those crazy college kids up to? Why, she's holding him right on her lap, and she's got her hand over his mouth!"

Now the bus lurched as the light turned green, and Eric, momentarily startled, went "Mmmmmhh!" beneath the palm of Brittany's big warm hand. He wasn't sure which it was, the bus lurching or him making a noise, or if it just happened. But all of a sudden Eric realized that Brittany's hand was clamped much more firmly over his mouth.

And as the bus gathered speed and cruised on down the street, Brittany didn't let up any on how tight she was holding Eric's mouth. She kept muzzling him with her large warm firm hand clamped in place, now clamped quite tightly over his mouth.

It felt good, but Eric didn't know quite how to deal with it. Like, how often does a girl put her hand over your mouth, and then just keep on and on holding your mouth, and she won't let go?! His conversation with the two girls had gotten off to a good start, but he didn't know how to continue it. He couldn't! Not while Brittany was holding him like this, with her hand clamped--

Suddenly, out the window Eric could see a pickup truck pulling out in front of the bus from a side street. The bus driver had to step on the brakes, and the sudden slowing of the bus made all the passengers sway forward in their seats. Eric swayed forward, right out against Brittany's firm mouth hold...

And as the forward pull of deceleration faded, Eric realized that Brittany was pulling him back into place. Brittany now had both of her large smooth beautiful hands fastened warm and tight over his mouth and lower face. Swaying forward, she had reached up and clapped her left hand in place over her right hand. And now she was just keeping both her hands clamped over his mouth tight!

It felt... different. It didn't feel bad, in fact it felt good. But this was getting extremely weird, the way Brittany just kept on and on holding Eric's mouth, and she wouldn't let go.

Eric couldn't talk, but from beneath Brittany's large soft smooth hands he went, "Mmmmmmmmmmhhh! Mmmmmm, mmmmmhhh..."

Brittany just laughed.

Amanda, who had been looking out the window of the bus, now gave a little gasp which sounded strangely like a gasp of recognition. As if she was just noticing what her sister was up to. As if she knew what her sister was up to. "Oh, Brit! Are you doing that to him already?"

Eric somehow felt unnerved by Amanda's odd remark. Without thinking, he reached up and felt of Brittany's large warm strong silky smooth hands... her hands which she now had clamped in place tight over his mouth.

Amanda admonished him, "Oh no, Eric, you're not supposed to do that."

For a moment, an insane thought flashed across Eric's mind: somehow, he had stumbled into a real-life episode of the Twilight Zone! Then he realized this was ridiculous. But the panicky thought drove him not just to feel of Brittany's tightclamped hands, but to start tugging. Eric found himself tugging and pulling on Brittany's hands.

Suddenly two things happened, both at once.

Brittany clamped her hands even tighter over Eric's mouth.

And Amanda reached over and firmly enfolded Eric's hands in her own so-much-larger hands, pulling his hands away, pulling his hands down into her lap.

Eric couldn't believe it. Here he was, on a Greyhound bus speeding through the night, now pulling away from the city and out into the open countryside. Here he was, sitting with two college girls. Sitting on one girl's lap, because there was nowhere else for him to sit. And this girl was holding him on her lap with her hands clamped extremely tight over his mouth. And this girl's sister was now clutching and holding onto Eric's hands, so that he was completely helpless.

It didn't feel unpleasant. It felt good. But it felt very, very strange.

Brittany was now keeping her hands squeezed hard, one hand over the other hand over Eric's mouth. It felt like Eric's mouth and jaw and cheeks were fastened tight in a vise, held tight and immobilized. That's the way it felt, with Brittany keeping her hands clamped so extremely tight over Eric's mouth. And the feeling just went on and on and on. Brittany showed no sign of loosening up any on how tight she was holding Eric's mouth. He looked between his eyes and couldn't quite focus on her thumbs, close up, her thumbs crossed above the bridge of his nose, a thumbnail gleaming in the moonlight.

And Amanda showed no sign of letting go of Eric's hands. Amanda just kept Eric's hands wrapped up tight inside her own hands, his left hand in her right hand, his right hand in her left hand, with his wrists crossed. Amanda kept holding Eric's hands firmly, and her soft smooth beautiful hands were so much larger than his, that she had his hands completely engulfed inside of hers. She was strong, too! Eric reckoned he might be able to get his hands away from her if he struggled, but not without making a public scene.

Though speaking of a public scene... Eric dared to glance across the aisle. That woman was trying to keep from staring. Without much success. Staring at the spectacle of these three college students, two gals and a guy, and the one girl is holding the boy on her lap with her hands clamped over his mouth, and the other girl is holding the boy's hands down so he can't struggle...

The woman was obviously shocked by the scene. And puzzled, like "What's happening over there, anyhow?"

The bus rode through the night another few minutes, with Brittany holding her hands tight over Eric's mouth, and Amanda continuing to clutch Eric's hands tight in her hands.

Then Brittany said, "What, haven't you ever had your mouth held before?"

Eric couldn't answer. All he could do was go, "Mmmmmmhhhh..."

Amanda said, "Gee, in our family we always got our mouths held like this."

Eric was physically unable to reply.

Amanda continued, "I mean, it's just a family thing. I don't think it's so uncommon."

Eric couldn't say anything. But he went, "Mmmmmhhhhh... Mmmmmh hhmmmm, mmmmmmmmhh!"

Amanda went on, "It's called mouth holding."

Eric sat there, mute and silent.

Brittany said, "Do you like it?"

Eric tried to open his mouth, but beneath the college girl's warm firm unyielding grip, he just couldn't. "Mmmmmmmmmhhh!"

The two girls giggled. Brittany said, "What's wrong, Eric? Why don't you answer me? Cat got your tongue?"

"Hhhhmmmmmm, mmmmm hmmmm mmmmmm'mmmmmmm! Mmmmm, mmmmm! Mmmm, mmmmmm!"

Now both girls started laughing.

Amanda said, "The thing is, Brittany really likes mouth holding."

"Mmmmmmmm...."

Amanda continued. "I mean, Brit really, really, really likes mouth holding. Our cousin won't even come within arm's reach of Brit anymore!"

"He will so!"

Amanda ignored her sister's indignation. "Brit likes getting her mouth held. And she likes holding other people's mouths even better. I mean, she likes doing it to people. A lot!"

Brittany objected. "Not as much as you do!"

Amanda murmured, "Well, you get tired of holding Eric's mouth, you just let me know, and I'll take a turn."

Brittany said, "I bet if Eric was able to talk right now, he'd be saying, 'Don't I get a choice?'" Brittany repeated in a mocking sing-song voice: "Don't I get a choice?"

The two sisters laughed together, then chimed in unison, "No!"

Eric had to fight to keep himself from making muffled laughing noises beneath Brittany's hands. This was crazy! Here he was, with these two hot college girls, and Brittany just kept holding him on her lap with her big soft warm hands clamped hard over his mouth, and Amanda kept tightly holding onto his hands. And he had to admit, it felt good. Weird, but good.

Brittany crisply informed Eric from behind, "We're going to hold your mouth all the way to Louisville, so you may as well settle down and enjoy it."

Amanda said, "Even if some empty seats open up along the way. You're our bitch!"

The bus sped through the night, ten, twenty, thirty minutes. After a while, Eric found himself relaxing. Getting his mouth held did feel good. It made him feel peaceful, as if Brittany's strong warm feminine hands were like a big snug secure blanket over his mouth. He felt almost sleepy. Brittany kept on holding his mouth tight, and Amanda was still clutching his hands. He didn't dare look at the woman across the aisle.

At the downtown Cincinnati terminal, some seats did open up. But Brittany and Amanda wouldn't hear of Eric finding his own seat.

As the bus crossed the Ohio River into Kentucky, Eric was now sitting on Amanda's lap. Amanda was holding Eric, keeping him shut up with her large strong hands fastened tight over his mouth. And Brittany was taking a nap in the seat beside them.

It was still more than three hours to Louisville.