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At the edge of the express train platform, three young women stood side by side, their breaths shallow and quiet in an eternal moment of anticipation. Maiko adjusted her glasses as she watched the subtle motions of her lovers' bodies that showed her just how completely enthralled they were in the moment. She watched as her girlfriend Risa's thighs flexed as she shifted slightly from side to side. She noted how Fumi, their partner, lightly rubbed her hands together over her chest, her head down and eyes closed, almost appearing reverent. Fumi had no need to open her eyes, the sound alone would be more than enough for her senses. Maiko noted how the muscles around her keen ears flexed when she focused like this, a detail she had always adored.
"10 seconds."
It was Fumi who had broken the silence, a silence that existed despite the din of conversation that surrounded them in the mildly crowded train station. A message came over the PA, indicating the train's imminent arrival. All three of them could barely contain themselves as each feigned composure as best they could. They could nearly read each other's minds as they mentally counted it down. Nearly. Fumi knew she had done some generous estimating, and as the train came screeching to a halt in front of them 7 seconds later, everything happened at once in a perfect symphony of contained chaos.
A yelp, that's how it began. Fumi had accidentally created the perfect opportunity to fully surprise Risa, and her brief cry of release was enough to send Fumi spiraling; her legs nearly buckled, and she had to cover her mouth to suppress a full-forced moan in her throat. She heard everything, and between the gasps, quickened breaths, and faint, escaping moans, she could hardly stand. Her ears, which seemed specially tuned to seek out the sounds of a woman’s pleasure, pricked at each sound as if they had been intimately stroked by her every exultation.
Maiko, who had taken a strategic step back, heard the yelp, but it barely registered. ‘There it is,’ she thought, 'of course, no panties,' Maiko had them tucked away in her pocket, and as the train came to a stop, their moment came to a climax. For just a brief, sweet moment, Risa’s shapely butt was fully exposed to all behind her. Maiko eagerly drank in every detail of the moment as if it had happened in slow motion, marveled at the trace of pink she saw peeking out of the fat of her legs that had clenched tight in a bid to preserve some modesty, though they all knew she cared little for it. She stared hard at how clearly wet her thighs had become and let out a gasp of her own. Risa always reveled in giving her girlfriend what she wanted, and though she had done something similar before, this was far more daring, and that thought, coupled with Maiko’s stare that bore into her, even from behind, was making her get hotter and wetter.
One everlasting moment was all they had, as Risa’s skirt settled from the commotion, and they all collectively returned to Earth. It wouldn’t be enough, they all knew that, and the school day ahead of them would play hell on their senses until it was through. They each considered if their display might have been noticed by their fellow commuters, though they weren’t particularly concerned with what others might have thought of them. The train doors before them slid open, and as they stepped through and took their places together in the densely packed, female-only train car, they stood close enough to feel each other's warmth radiating. Maiko leaned into Risa’s back, occasionally sneaking a cheeky poke or grab at her butt, and Fumi stood next to them, one hand holding the loop above her, the other periodically grazing fingers with Risa’s as the train shifted and shook. Her eyes closed as she listened to her lovers breathe a quiet rhythm.
The trundling hours that ensued had, as expected, played hell on their freshly frayed nerves. They distracted themselves as best they could with their studies and class plans for their school's upcoming culture festival. Fumi was in between practice sessions with the rest of the band for their festival performance when she received a text from Maiko to their group.
M: Fumi, would you be willing to bake some more treats for us while we’re over after school?
F: Sure! In fact, why don’t we do it together? It could be really fun!
R: That sounds great! I can’t wait, what should we make?
Maiko put her phone down after typing back and forth for a minute. Her class was abuzz with festival plans of their own for putting up a takoyaki stand. Her phone went off again, though, this time, it was a message just for her from Risa. Upon opening, she saw a surreptitious photo Risa had taken from just below her desk. Maiko had almost forgotten, and now, staring through her phone at Risa’s bare, wet pussy, she found herself crashing right back to where she’d been just a couple of hours before. She leaned forward in her seat and clenched her eyes, her legs had clamped tightly together in response to the nearly irrepressible urge to touch herself. In her pocket, she tightly gripped Risa's "misplaced" underwear.
Risa smiled to herself, she could almost feel Maiko's excitement from the other side of the phone. She sat and thought on it for a moment before the full reality came crashing over her that she sat quite exposed, just barely covering herself with her skirt and legs, and that elsewhere in the school, Maiko was sitting thinking of nothing but her body. She felt herself warming up, and the only way to redirect the incoming wave of urge and desire was to call Fumi.
Fumi had just placed her phone back in her pocket when she felt it ringing. She was surprised to see Risa's number, and answered right away.
"Hello?"
A moment later, Fumi was bent forward in her chair, her music book clamped between her legs and the phone held tightly to her ear. On the other end, Risa had placed her phone in her lap and was rubbing her legs together. The sounds she made would be imperceptible to the others in the room around her, but the phone’s microphone was so close, and Fumi’s hearing so strong, that the effect was immediate and powerful. After a few moments, Risa lifted the phone back to her ear. Fumi almost felt like crying, the sensation had become so powerful and she knew it would have to go unreleased for far too long.
“See you after school.”
After everything she’d done, Risa hoped no one would notice how wet her seat had become.
