Author's Note
After many years of reading, I'm dipping my toe in the erotica publishing pool. I welcome any and all feedback. This will become an ongoing series between two women. The first chapter does not contain any explicit sexual activity, but future instalments will.
If this type of content offends you or if you are not of legal age to view adult content, then do not read it.
Copyright 2020 by Virginia Cunningham. All rights reserved.
Jana
I pulled into the bus station car park just ahead of the lumbering grey and orange coach, zipping into one of the shaded spaces under the big tree. I sat forward and shuffled my legs, peeling the bare skin of my upper back and thighs from the hot leather. I hadn't even changed into something presentable for Jana, I was still wearing the faded coral dress I'd been wearing to clean all day. I'd just apologise and tell her that I wanted the house to look presentable even if I looked a state, she wouldn't mind.
The bus lurched to a stop in front of the station and sighed, like it was tired from hauling itself up from the city. I watched the driver depart her cabin and jump into the paved stones, flicking buttons along the length of the bus to open the luggage holds. I wondered if Jana had brought a lot of clothes with her, all neatly packed into a suitcase.
Passengers started coming out of the cabin now, stretching and twisting themselves. The journey was long and the coach was a very old model. Combined with the oppressive summer heat, it sounded like hell on earth. I noticed Jana's face appear inside the cabin, and got out of my car to greet her.
She lugged a canvas duffle bag down the stairs of the coach in front of her as I approached, dropping it on the paving slabs to squeal and hug me. She at least had the good sense to wear something loose, a burnt orange maxi dress that wrapped around and tied at her waist, and black Birkenstocks that matched my own.
"Oh my god, this heat," she said, hugging me. "Sorry if I'm a disgusting mess, I thought I was melting."
"Oh don't be daft, look at me. I figured you'd prefer a clean house instead of me looking perfect."
"I think you always look perfect," Jana said with a shy smile. I felt the same about her.
She was being far too kind though. My dress was thin ribbed cotton and faded from years of wear in the sun. My hair, streaked with grey, looked even wilder than normal. I wasn't even wearing a bra. I'd been cleaning and tidying and fussing so much that I hardly noticed the time. If Jana noticed I wasn't wearing a bra, she didn't say. But then, she wouldn't.
We chatted a bit about the journey as I lifted her bag to my car. The car, like my dress, was old and past its prime. But for spending most of the year parked in a corrugated barn beside the farmhouse it still worked.
"Apologies in advance for the heat in the car, I parked it in the sun after going to the supermarket this morning."
She made an exaggerated pained face that made me smirk. "After my journey in the hell-bus? You're so mean, Barbara."
I rolled my eyes to match her exaggeration: "Get your ass in the car."
I settled into the driver's seat, watching Jana pull her seatbelt on beside me. The heat inside the car was still stifling, but rolling down the windows wouldn't really help. It was hot everywhere. I felt the sweat forming in a thin sheen over me as I started the car and pulled out of the car park, heading for my farm house.
"Fuck, you weren't kidding," Jana said beside me, wiping her brow. I loved hearing her swear.
"Sorry, kiddo," I replied with a reassuring smile. "You can get a shower at the house though."
"I need one, I am so sweaty."
I focussed on the road, though I didn't need to. I could have made the journey back to the house with my eyes closed. Jana fussed beside me, as if she was struggling to get comfortable. I didn't blame her, the old leather seats were hateful to sit on in summer. I heard her curse again: "Fuck it. Sorry."
When I looked over at her, Jana was loosening the tie on her dress, enough to reveal some of her cleavage. I wondered if she was wearing a bra herself, it didn't seem like it. She retied the dress more loosely now, and reached down to gather the hems, pulling them up enough to reveal two pale thighs dimpled with cellulite.
"Make yourself at home," I smirked as she rolled the windows down.
"Just be thankful I didn't take it off," she said, her eyes closed. I watched her face now, a faint cool breeze sailing through the open window. Under any other circumstances, it was a look of bliss. I returned my eyes to the road, though they darted back to Jana's bare thighs more than once.