My stop is about to come”. I asked her, “Can you give me your number?”. She looked little surprised. She said, “I don’t give numbers to stra...ngers. But because you are a good boy, I will give you my number”.Her stop came. Before leaving the bus, she said to me, “Take care”. Till then, I never thought about fucking her. After a day, I had seen an English movie. In that movie, a young college boy starts to like his friend’s mother. They even fuck. I started thinking if the same thing could happen. I know you won't want to see the band, but you could enjoy the city while I do. We could meet up afterward. But only if it's cool. It's one day out of the next twenty some we have together on this vacation. What do you think?” “Um, yeah. Maybe I could catch a game at Wrigley that night. Be a Cubbies fan for an evening.” Fingers crossed I asked, “What day?” “Friday.” “Friday?” I trembled. “Yes. This Friday.” “Ok....well get ready. We're leaving tmrw. But first…” I take her in my arms and make. Let me have a look.’ The girl handed a page over and he sat back and began reading. ‘Structures of Time in the Romantic Imagination: Goethe and Wagner and the Revolutions of 1842,’ was the working title and he groaned, then he looked up at her, tried to take a quick visual inventory. Yes, she had that look. Studious. Too studious. A little overweight, glasses, blue jeans, thick fleece jacket – everything unconsciously designed to obscure, to hide. Dishonest body language. Evasive eyes.. I was thinking of how I could fit them into me. I was scared of my indecent thoughts. I did not know what I was doing, I felt as if I was sick or something. I was all hot,my abdomen was feeling weird, I was all wet down there. Without hesitating, I got home, took a shower. While taking a shower I just passionately directed the flow of water towards my pussy and came several times. I felt good for some time but in the evening i was horny again. Waiting for the everyone to fall asleep, I settled.