The door swung open, and her heart sank. She had indeed forgotten and was now facing a stranger. A boy about her own age who undressed her with his eyes as she stood there in front of the open door trying desperately to think of something to say.
"Outa sight!" Robert Olsen blurted as he looked at Alice's full figure. His prick jumped a little under his tight bell-bottomed pants and made a very noticeable lump at his crotch.
In her confused embarrassment, Alice Martin dropped her eyes and they riveted on the bulge that was noticeable at the crotch of the boy standing in front of her. "I'm looking for Fernando Ortega," she said lamely, trying to tear her eyes away from the lump in his pants.
"Let's go look for him," Robert said in a rush. "My sister and mother are wandering around the train somewhere, so I could look for them while you look for your friend."
She didn't know what to say, so she just nodded her head in agreement.
"You're a pretty heavy chick. You got an old man?" Robert asked bluntly.
"Yes. I mean, well sort of. I met this man on the train," she said. They were walking up the aisle and she realized how much he towered over her. He was big and strong and very good looking.
"My name's Robert Olsen. What's yours?"
"Alice Martin."
"I'm going to San Mateo to go to the Instituto. How 'bout you?"
"Fin going there too," she said, not believing that she could have met someone who was also scheduled to be enrolled in the same school. "Where's your compartment?"
“Why?”
"Let's talk about art… and the school."
"Okay," she said without really knowing why she agreed. Moving on down the corridor, she stopped in front of her door and opened it.
"Nice dog," Jim Hayes said as Sandi Thomas stepped out of her compartment to take Eric for his walk up and down the length of the train.
"Thank you," she said to Jim and then looked appraisingly at the girl standing next to him.
"What kind is he?" Suzanne asked, not wanting to be left out of the beginning conversation.
"German shepherd."
"I had one once, but he had different markings and wasn't as big," Jim said. He looked at the girl and undressed her with his eyes. She had a good body.
"How long did you have him?" Sandi asked him.
"'Bout fifteen years."
Suzanne had also undressed the girl with the dog and wondered what she would be like to make love to. Maybe she didn't dig girls. She silently wondered if Sandi did turn on with chicks.
"Have you ever had a dog?" Sandi asked her.
"No, but I always wanted one. They seem so friendly and loyal," Suzanne said.
"They are. They'll do just about anything you ask them if you train them to do it," Sandi said proudly.
"Anything?" Jim said with a smile.
"Everything," she said, smiling back and picking up the drift of his bantering conversation.
"Outa sight!" Suzanne said. "Does he really?"
The conversation had taken a new turn with Suzanne's youthful honesty cutting through the banter and the facade of the adult world.
Jim knew that she was serious, and that when she said "everything" she meant everything sexual.
Sandi was also aware of the change and recognized the forthright honesty of Suzanne's statement. She looked at Jim and saw the smoldering desire still there as he let his eyes wander over her body. She was intrigued with the idea of having a man for a change. She was curious to see how far this young girl would go.
"Would you like to… try him?" she asked Suzanne, patting Eric's head.
"That I'd like to see!" Jim said, seeing the opportunity to gain some new experience.
"You mean like all together?" Suzanne asked, her curiosity increasing.
"Sure,'-' Jim said. "By the way, my name's Jim, and this is Suzanne."
"Sandi."
"So what do you say? Game for a little fun before we get to San Mateo?" Jim asked bluntly, figuring that all she would say was no.
"Okay," Sandi said, surprising herself with the quickness of her reply.
"Freaky!" Suzanne blurted as she moved forward to pat Eric affectionately on the head. Sandi turned and re-opened the door to her compartment, and stepped inside.
"Eric. Come."
Handing Fernando a paper cup filled with brownish liquid, Marie sat down on the seat next to him.
"I really don't drink very much," he said, "I'm more inclined to grass."
"Never tried it. What's it like?"
"It's kind of like drinking, but you don't lose control of your head," Fernando said, putting his cup on the small table next to the window.
Leaning across him. Marie set her own cup next to his.
"Got any?" she was leaning toward him.
"Yeah. In my house in San Mateo. Drop by if you'd like to try it," he told her as he laid his hand on her shoulder.
Marie felt the electricity of his touch. Her cunt was filled with little sparks of desire and her rectum had an empty feeling. "If you're trying to figure out if. you can make me, don't bother. You can."
"Yeah, I picked up the vibes," Fernando said as he slid his arm around her shoulders and pulled her close.
Melting against him, Marie let her hands circle his body and she felt the hard muscles under the tips of her fingers. She lifted her face to him, and his lips closed over hers, his hand immediately cupping one of her breasts and squeezing it gently. She opened her lips and felt his tongue, hard and insistent, push its way into her mouth.
Moving his hand down her light sweater, he fumbled for a moment before he inserted it under the material and re-cupped her breast still encased in the thick bra. Reaching around her back he worked slowly at the clasp until it sprang free. His tongue was working around the inside of her mouth, tasting her sweetness and feeling the wet heat of her.
Marie pulled her head away from his, breaking the kiss. "Let's get undressed. I don't want to have my clothes all rumpled when we get to San Mateo."
"Good idea," Fernando said as he heaved his body off the seat and started pulling his Mexican shirt out from under the waistband of his loose-fitting pants. He worked quickly and expertly, and was soon standing in the center of the compartment completely naked, his cock starting to rise away from the juncture of his thighs.
Alice Martin looked up at Robert as he pressed his body against her. She didn't really understand how she had let him get this far, but she knew that she liked being kissed and fondled. Fernando had opened up the floodgates of her sexuality and she let herself flow with the rushing force of her emotions.
"Want to ball?" Robert asked, pressing the confined hardness of his prick against her full body.
"Do you try to have every girl that you meet?"
"No. Only those I like," Robert said.
"I don't have much experience," she admitted. "I'll show you what to do."
“Okay.”
"Take off your clothes," Robert said as he rose and started to pull off his clothing. Fernando had undressed her slowly and expertly, now Robert wanted her to take off her own clothes. Somehow this didn't seem strange, and Alice sat up and pulled her sweat shirt over her head, exposing her full heavy breasts. The nipples were already hard and pouty. Pushing down her jeans, Alice stepped out of them and then kicked off her shoes. Her thin, wispy panties followed her heavy jeans and when she was nude, she sat back down on the seat.
"You've got a nice body," Robert said as he tossed his pants and shorts to the opposite seat and turned to face the seated Alice.
"Thanks, glad you like it. I think that I'm too fat," she admitted honestly.
"Oh, maybe here and there, but you look good. You turn me on," Robert said and leaned over her. "Has anyone ever gone down on you?"
"What?"
"Eaten you."
She understood then, and nodded her head, "Once."
"Did you dig it?"
"It was nice," Alice admitted.
"Lean back," Robert said as he pushed her body back against the seat and ran his hand up the top of her thigh. Moving his body, Robert pushed her full thighs apart with his knee and knelt on the floor between her legs. Running his hands up and down her sides, Robert leaned forward and let his tongue push its way into the small indentation that marked her navel. He felt the muscles of her belly spasm at his touch and he reached for her breasts, taking one in each hand and squeezing gently, letting his fingers pluck at her stiffened nipples.