Secret Surprise

by Victoria Blisse

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  I arrived at the bus stop fifteen minutes early. It was foggy, and the clouds hung around the trees and encased the streetlights. It gave a soft, fluffy edge to everything, which I thought was very fitting for Valentine’s Day—it is the softest and fluffiest day in the calendar. It was beautiful, with tinges of pink starting to delicately trickle out through the sky, but it was bloody cold. My nose was probably still attached, but I hadn’t been able to feel it properly for a good ten minutes. All I felt was an intense stinging over my cheeks. In my rush, I had forgotten to pick up my scarf. I did however have the Valentines card in my bag. I had spent hours picking it out. I had to get it right, just right. I couldn’t get anything too sloppy, and I couldn’t get something too funny, as I didn’t know his sense of humour. I had to hit just the right note. Eventually, I’d found the card that did that.

  It had a keyhole on the front and an eye behind it, peering through.

  “I’ve had my eye on you…” it said and I thought it was pretty apt considering our situation. Inside it said “…and now I’d like to get my hands on you.” It showed a little picture of a hand clasping a single red rose in the centre of the card and finished off with “Will you be my Valentine?” and I signed it “The wet girl on the bus.”

  I still wasn’t convinced I’d be brave enough to give it to him.

  A loud car horn made me jump. I looked around to see a small, white car parked near the bus stop. A familiar face appeared at the window.

  “Your bus shrunk.” I smiled and walked over.

  “I took the day off sick,” he replied.

  “Oh, I’m sorry. Are you going to the doctor?”

  “No,” he laughed. “I’m playing hooky. Wanna join me?”

  “Oh, no,” I exclaimed and shook my head. “My boss would go crazy…”

  “Your boss can’t shout at you for being ill, come on, it’ll be fun.”

  There were a million and one emergency sirens going off in my mind. I couldn’t just climb into a stranger’s car, could I? I couldn’t fob my boss off with a lie, could I?

  “What should I say I have?” I shrugged.

  “Oh, cramps or something. Make it a woman’s problem. If your boss is a man, he’ll not ask you one thing about it.”

  “How’d you know?” I laughed, still trying to decide if I should do it or not.

  “I’ve seen it used to good effect. Unfortunately, I don’t have the right equipment to pull that off.”

  I shook my head and bit my lip. I really didn’t know if I should go with him, but I really wanted to. I was the one who always played it safe. I didn’t take risks because I had my head screwed on straight.

  “Are you getting in or are you going to get the bus?” he asked with a pleading hint to his voice.

  “I’m getting in.” It was a split-second decision and I hoped it wasn’t going to be one I’d regret.

  “I need to ring work.” I threw my bag into the back and clicked in my seatbelt.

  “I’ll leave the engine off whilst you do, or it’ll give you away. Now remember, sound sick.”

  “Urgh, I’m no good at this.”

  “You’ll be fine.” His hand smoothed down my arm, and I held in a groan of pleasure. His touch was as delightful as I’d imagined. I fumbled my phone out of my work bag and flipped it open. It took me a moment to find the number and dial it. I was incredibly nervous as it rung.

  “Hi, hi is this Mr. Mason?” I spoke hesitantly into the phone, frowning and holding my stomach and play-acting I really was ill in hopes it would come through in my voice.

  “I’m afraid I can’t come into work this morning. I woke up with the most incredibly painful stomach cramps, and they just won’t go away.”

  I winced and groaned just for added effect, and as I looked at my bus driver, he put his thumbs up at me and smiled his lopsided smile. I wished I knew his name.

  “I’ll ring you this afternoon. Yes, I hope so, too. Bye.”

  I clicked off my phone and sighed with relief.

  “He bought it, then?”

  “Yeah.” I smiled. “Erm, I just realised something.”

  “What?”

  “I don’t know your name.”

  “Tim,” he smiled, “and you are?”

  “Jane,” I replied. “Nice to meet you.”

  He held out his hand, and I shook it. His grip was firm and warm, and it made my heart beat ten times faster at the very least.

  “And very nice to meet you.” He turned the key in the engine, and it purred. The indicator tick-tocked, and we were off.

  “Where are we going?” I asked.

  “Somewhere secluded,” he replied and I gulped.

  I sat in silence for a bit, the worry building in my mind. Somewhere secluded he said. He’s going to want to have sex, isn’t he? And as much as I fancied him and fantasised about him, I didn’t know if I could do it. I twiddled with the handle of my bag in my lap and glanced over at him. He was concentrating on the road ahead. In that split-second, I made my decision.

  “Erm, Tim,” I verbally prodded,

  “Yes, Jane,” he replied with a wink.

  “Well, erm, I just need to sort of tell you something.”

  “Go on.”

  The silence stretched between us as I tried to think if how to word what I wanted to say.

  “I’m a virgin.” I finally blurted unable to take the silence any longer.

  “Oh,” he replied. “Oh, all the better then.”

  “No, well, thanks but what I mean is that if you’re planning to you know, do things, I’m not so sure I’ll be able to. I’m a bit nervous you see.”

  “I’m not a monster, Jane. “ His tone was soothing. “I’m not going to rape you or make you do anything more than you’re comfortable with. I’ve not stopped thinking about you and the show you gave me the other day. I just want to get to know you better and what better day to do that than Valentine’s Day, you know?”

  “Oh, oh, okay,” I stuttered, my heart still pounded and my knickers felt damp as I remembered the show I had given him. It seemed so much more real as I sat beside him once more. He was here and he wasn’t just a fantasy.

  “Have you had breakfast?”

  “Well, no, not really,” I replied. “I’m just not that hungry this early in the day.”

  “No problems. I know this great little café near where I live. We’ll go there for a proper breakfast.”

  “Sounds good.” I nodded and decided that his plans must have changed. A café didn’t sound all that secluded to me. We pulled down a dinky side street and stepped out of the car. Tim strode towards the Main Street

  , and I followed. He stopped after a moment and held his hand out to me. I took it and he squeezed my cold fingers in his large, warm hand.

  It was an upmarket kind of café, and as we walked in the smell of real coffee blended with aromas of bacon and sausage frying and made my stomach growl. Tim walked us over to a table in the back corner and pulled out a shining silver seat for me. I sat down and thanked him. My little hand felt cold again as soon as he’d let go of it.

  “What would you like?” he asked and I skimmed down the menu.

  “A bacon butty would be great and a cup of tea, please.”

  “No problem, love.” He walked towards the serving counter, and I looked around. It was fairly busy for such an early hour. There was a group of men in white overalls by the window and a gentleman with a fluorescent waistcoats on—maybe he was a builder—sat on the opposite side of the room, engrossed in his newspaper.

  I pushed my bag under the table with my foot and undid my coat. I was very aware of the card I’d written out, and I wondered if this was the right time to give it to him. I decided to leave it where it was for a while longer. I didn’t feel confident enough to pass it to him yet.

  It was cold and damp out but lovely and cosy inside. I pulled off my coat and left it on the back of my chair. When Tim returned, he sat down next to me and to
ok my hand in his again, joining us below the table.

  “It’ll be over in a minute,” he said and gently squeezed my fingers.

  “Oh right, how much do I owe you?”

  “A kiss.” He smiled, cheekily.

  “Wow, no wonder this café is popular!” I quipped, but my pink cheeks gave away how surprised and nervous I felt. “Now, what kind of kiss?” I stalled for time, it seemed ridiculous that I felt so worried about a little lip-to-lip action when he’d seen me fingering myself to orgasm. Somehow though, a kiss seemed far more intimate.

  “A slow, sweet, gentle kiss,” he whispered against my ear.

  “Oh, well, yes, that seems reasonable.” I turned to look at him and found his face turned to me. His soft lips were less than an inch from mine. I took a deep calming breath then pushed my head forward just as much as it took to press my smile against his.

  His lips gave sensually, and sparks of passion flew around my body. My lips heated to the point that, like fingers grabbing something hot, I had to move them, to give myself relief.

  I palpitated my lips against his and his moved in rhythm with them. His hand tightened around mine and his tongue touched the back of my bottom lip, making me open wider to accept more.

  A loud but polite cough pulled us apart.

  I bit my lip and looked down as Tim moved his hand from mine to take hold of the plates and teacups.

  “Enjoy your breakfast.” The middle aged lady smiled warmly and I muttered a “thank you.” I did not look up from the plate in front of me.

  “You have the most wonderful lips,” Tim whispered then took a sip from his mug, “Two sets of wonderful lips, in fact. I can’t wait to kiss the others.”

  I looked up at him, my eyes wide with shock. I couldn’t believe he was talking like that in this place, in public.

  “Er, um, thanks.” I managed to stutter then I sunk my teeth into the toasted sandwich in front of me. “Nice bacon.” I nodded my head then took another bite.

  I’m not a person who can handle silences, and as Tim shovelled up forkfuls of his full English breakfast, I found myself more and more desperate for conversation.

  “So, do you enjoy bus driving, then?” I asked. It wasn’t a great question, but it was all I could think of.

  “It’s all right for now,” he replied then fixed his dark gaze on me once more. “It’s paying my way through college anyway.”

  “You’re at college?”

  He looked relatively young, but he didn’t look to be around eighteen like me.

  “I’m one of those mature students,” he smiled, “at the grand age of twenty-three.”

  “Oh, right. What are you studying?”

  “Law,” he replied. “I wanted to do it after my a-levels but, well, circumstances meant I couldn’t.” His eyes grew dull and a frown slipped down onto his lips. I wondered what had saddened him.

  “Wow, you must be busy, then.”

  “Yeah, it’s all work and very little play right now, but it’ll be worth it in the end. You’re at uni too, right?”

  “Yeah. Is it that obvious?”

  “Well kinda, and I’ve seen you around campus before.”

  “Really?” Now there was a revelation. I was pretty sure I’d never seen him there.

  “Yeah, once or twice. You’re doing English, right?”

  “That’s right.” I nodded.

  “I have to walk past the English halls to get to class. I’ve seen you through the lecture room window—you always sit at the front near the door.”

  “I do.” I chuckled. “I’m a bit claustrophobic. I like to be close to the door.”

  “And that works well for me,” he replied.

  I blushed and continued, “but why haven’t I ever seen you?”

  “Probably because I’m always late for lectures. I’m a full time student and a full time driver. It can get more than a little hectic at times.”

  “So, you recognised me when I got on your bus?”

  “Yes, it was a dream come true for me. I’d been lusting over you for weeks.”

  I really just couldn’t get my mouth to work properly. My jaw just kinda hung loose and then incomprehensible sounds dropped from it.

  “Oh, boy,” was the only sensible part sentence amongst the dross. It was hard to grasp the idea that this guy liked me, fancied me even. I could just about find it easy to believe that my intellect, charm and wit could win some guy over but just glancing into a room and seeing me? I’ve never seen myself as that kind of strikingly pretty girl.

  I startled at the feel his fingers on my knee. I looked up and he smiled at me, inclining an eyebrow in a wickedly cheeky way. I returned the smile and giggled nervously then reached down for the last half of my crisp bacon sandwich. As I took a delicate bite, my teeth slipping through the soft white bread and piercing the crackly bacon in between, the fingers on my knee burrowed beneath the edge of my skirt. I paused mid-bite then continued to munch as the fingers crawled up my thigh. I put the butty back on the plate and chewed slowly. My stomach was tied up in knots and my throat was tight. I didn’t know how I’d swallow and digest with all this nervous arousal streaming up my thigh, into my wet pussy and throughout the rest of me. The hand cupped my upper thigh. The fingertips just brushed gently against the small strip of damp material between my slightly parted legs.

  “Open wide,” he whispered in my ear then kissed my cheek. Miraculously, I found myself obeying. His hard fingertips stroked up and down the material between my thighs, contacted my plump lips and tingled over my sensitive clit. I bit my lip just before I let out a moan of pleasure. It was not exactly busy in the café, but still, I needed to keep quiet.

  “You’re so wet, oh yeah,” he groaned quietly and pushed a fingertip between my folds, pushing the soft cotton of my knickers a little way inside of me. “Don’t you think that sex in public is a turn on?” he whispered conspiratorially in my ear. “It gets me extra hot to think we might get caught or someone might get off from watching us.”

  “I don’t know, Tim,” I gasped as his finger pressed deeper, “I don’t know if we should be doing this here.”

  “Tell me you don’t like it,” he said as he pulled his finger back, leaving the material wedged inside of me. “You can’t can you? I can feel how turned on you are.” He pulled the material away from my crotch and ran his finger up and down my naked slit.

  “What if someone sees?” I whispered urgently, and he slipped his finger up to caress my clit.

  “What if? I don’t know, but if you want me to, I’ll stop right now.”

  I didn’t know what to say or do, I wanted this to go on forever, but as I nervously glanced around the room, I felt like everyone knew what was going on, and I panicked.

  “I’m sorry. I’m not comfortable.”

  He pulled his fingers away, making my heart sink and my pussy complain. He squeezed my thigh then, and as I looked up, he smiled at me.

  “It’s okay, Jane, I don’t want to push you too far, you know? I’m just so eager to touch you.”

  “It’s okay.” My cheeks had flushed so red I could feel the heat radiating from them.

  “I’ll pay the bill then we’ll get going, ‘kay?”

  “Okay,” I replied and watched him walk across the room to the counter in the corner. I was torn apart with conflicting emotions. I was horny and upset that I hadn’t come but relieved that he didn’t force me to do that here, in public. And he said he wanted to touch me. Maybe it was time to give him the card?

  “Are you ready?”

  I nodded and stood. I picked up my coat and shrugged myself into it then carefully pulled up the zip.

  “Where are we going?” I asked as he held open the door for me and I walked in to the coldness of a British February.

  “Oh, I don’t know. I’d not really thought that far ahead. What do you fancy? Do you want to see a film?”

  “Oh, I’d like too, but I don’t have enough money for the cinema. I don’t get paid
‘til the end of the week.”

  “No worries. I’m skint too. How about we get a DVD and a bottle of something or other and take it back to my flat?”

  “Yeah, that sounds good.” I smiled. “I think I can afford half a DVD.”

  Chapter Three

  “So what do you fancy? Comedy, adventure, horror?”

  “Anything but horror,” I replied and pulled a face. “I am such a wimp.”

  “Okay, so not horror, then.” He laughed and walked towards the latest releases shelf.

  “Tim,” a bright giggly voice shouted. “Hey, fancy bumping into you here.” I looked up from my perusal of the back of a DVD to see a very slim, very blonde, very perfect girl walking towards Tim.

  “Hey Charlie.” He smiled and she lifted herself on her tiptoes to place a lingering kiss on his cheek.

  “How are you?” she asked and ran a hand down his arms. She flirted like crazy, her bright blue eyes heavily lidded and the smile on her shiny lips suggestive. I hated her instantly.

  “I’m great,” he said, not once looking over to me. “You?”

  “Oh, you know,” she said. “Single. Are you going out tonight?”

  “Erm, no, I don’t think so,” Tim replied.

  “Well, that is a shame.” If that girl climbed any higher up Tim’s body, she’d have been sitting on his shoulder. “I remember how well you dance.”

  He coughed and blushed, and she rubbed against him even more. I was seething. He did nothing to stop little-miss-look-at-me from rubbing herself all over him. He obviously enjoyed it. He’d not looked over at me once—well of course not. Who’d choose to look at a plain Jane like me with her in the room? I felt like crying. Maybe he was just using me for easy sex in between sessions with the slut over there.

  “Anyway, I’ve got to dash. I’ll catch you later. You’ve got my number.” She was brazen and kissed him again. This time she laid the kiss so close to his lips she was nigh on lip-locked with him. I dashed a tear away from my eye with the back of my hand. I was angry, and it always showed through tears. I’d thought Tim might have been someone special, someone I could trust. It seemed he was just a user with a string of women queued up to hang on his arm. I didn’t even know why he’d bothered with me. Maybe all his other girls were otherwise engaged, and I was just a backup plan.