The crowding on the train this particular night was ridiculous. I shoved my way through the huddle of people to rest in the first empty seat that I spotted. Looking around at the over-crowding bodies, I quietly mumbled to myself, I should have stayed my ass home.

I was a small-town girl, hailing from a quiet neighborhood in the Baltimore suburbs. I'd seen my share of shit, but nothing like what I'd encounter in New York City. I moved here about a year ago with my best friend. She’d come here to follow a man who she just knew she would die without, and I came about 4 months later, afraid to be without her. I packed all my earthly possessions and headed to the big apple. Approximately 6 months after I came, she and Mr. Wonderful got engaged. She had a "talk" with me, explaining that I could keep the apartment, but that she felt if she and her man were going to be successful, they needed to know what it was like to live together. So the ho moved, she left me.

I was forced to do a quick re-evaluation. Either I was going to move back home, or I'd stay in the city and get a better paying job. Moving back home was not an option.

I had a few odd jobs, I bartended, been a waitress, cashiered, and now I was creating designs for tattoo portfolios. It was a shitty job, but hell, it paid the bills.

"Excuse me, can you move your bag so I can sit down." I was just about to get ignorant when I looked up and saw the most beautiful girl I had ever laid eyes on. Homegirl was bad! She sat down, and immediately put a pair of headphones on. I watched her fumble around in her bag for a while before she pulled out her raggedy walk man and pressed play. She leaned back a bit, and closed her eyes; she seemed to be completely consumed by whatever she was listening to. This was my chance to size up the situation.

Ole girl was definitely something to write home to mama about. I watched as she sat and mouthed the words to what I could now hear from the volume she’d set, was a Bob Marley tune. "Emancipate yourselves from mental slavery, none but ourselves can free our minds, have no fear for atomic energy, cus none of them can stop'a the time." Those words never sounded so good to me. Honey was a petite sista with locks. She was light brown skinned and wore glasses. She had her locks tied up in two pigtails, and wore a pair of brown corduroys with a beige turtleneck, and a maroon leather blazer. She had on a fragrance that I recognized Light Blue by Dolce & Gabbana. One of the first things I noticed about her was the small ladybug tattoo on the right side of her neck. Yall gotta feel me, this bitch was sexy.

The train ride was long, It was almost 11:30 and after drawing all day, I was wiped out. I was dressed pretty simple. I had on my usual threads. My favorite pair of GAP jeans, a long sleeved black thermal shirt with a gray t-shirt over it, and a gray skully. I normally kept my hair in cornrows, i found it was easier to maintain. Especially for someone who knew nothing about hair.

"Hey, can you pick my glass case up, it just fell out of my bag, and it’s closer to your foot." What a bitch!, this chick definitely had a social disability problems. Either that, or she'd been raised by parents who worshiped her stank ass. I bent down and picked up the case, and when she reached to grab it I playfully tugged at it, while taunting her to say "Thank you."

"Thanks" she said, as she quickly snatched the case from my grip. This girl, from what I could tell was completely spoiled, totally self-absorbed, and just generally a rude person. Still, I was drawn to her, and wanted to find out as much as I could about her. I wasn't sure how to find an angle with this chick, so I initiated conversation, hoping she'd follow my lead.

"So are you always this rude, or do you just have something against high yella girls wearing skull caps." She looked at me as if she'd just come across the dumbest mother fucker in the world. I give up. I just turned my head, and began to deflate when surprisingly she barked back at my remark.

With her head down, as if I wasn't worthy to be looked at, she clearly said. "I don't have anything against skull caps, I just don't feel the need to engage in conversation with every immature, self-conscience little girl that drools on me." With that, she grabbed her bag, and went and stood by the train door. The train stopped a few seconds later, and she disappeared through the exiting doors.

I watched her through the window as the train pulled away from what I knew would be a future pain in my ass.

Around the same time that next night, I was sitting on the train trying not to fall asleep. I 'd just sat up to sip from the coffee I'd bought at the station, when the woman from last night stepped into my car. Right away, she noticed me and began looking around for another seat. Fortunately, to her annoyance, the only open seat was on the bench directly across from me. She stood for a while, then as the train began to empty she sat down. There was no eye contact. I sat with my eyes closed, and I heard her fumbling around in the bag that she'd had the previous night. The ride was quiet.

Shortly after I dosed off, I heard a rowdy group of young cats get on the train. There were 3 of them, and they were probably between the ages of 15-18. They sat on the bench with her. They positioned themselves so that two were on the right and the last one was on the left of ole girl. Granted, she was a bitch, but I began to get nervous for her. The boys looked at one another signaling, and smiling gesturing to the ice queen. One of the boys put his arm around her, and leaned into her as if he was her man. In what seemed to be her true nature, she gave him the shit look, and pushed him off her. With that, he began calling her names I'm sure his mother wouldn't have appreciated. She never backed down; she cursed right back, and remained forceful, pushing him away from her. I was actually having fun watching this chick in action. The other two boys pulled on their homeboy, and tired to pull him away, motioning that their stop was coming up, but this kid would not let up.

"Hey, why don't you leave her alone, damn you see she doesn't wanna be bothered with your ass." Whoa, where did that come from? I can't fucking believe I am taking up for this bitch. I just knew I was going to have to get "black" on this little mother fucker, but to my surprise, he let up. He waited until he got to the door, and he said to one of his boys, "fuck that stuck up bitch."

A few seconds later, the doors closed, and the teenage boys were out of sight. I glanced over at her, hoping to get some sort of recognition for my brave intervention, but she never even looked up at me. She put her raggedy ass Walkman on, and with that, she leaned back, and was again lost in her music.

This whore is out of her fucking mind. Although I tried not to, I once again memorized her attire. Tonight, she had on a pair of black leather boots with a pair of low-rise jeans, a black turtleneck and a black wool sweater. Her locks were hanging tonight, and I noticed that she wore jewelry in them. She had a sterling silver cowry shell in the front-right side that hung like an ornament illuminating a dull Christmas tree. She also wore a silver music note in her locks that accommodated her shell. God she was beautiful, although she was always so impolite, her eyes were warm, and they showed a different side of her. Her lips looked like soft cotton, I just knew whoever was lucky enough to kiss them was in heaven each time they made contact. The turtleneck she had on was snug, and her sweater and fitting jeans accented her curves. I couldn't help but to imagine how good she'd look in my arms. Shit, who was I fooling, I would have to chisel the ice chips from her heart first, and I don’t have that kind of time.

The ride was pretty uneventful. I tried to stay awake, and from what I could tell the ice queen stayed engulfed in her music. The train finally stopped, and I heard ole' girl get up.

"Hey, you wanna go get a cup of coffee or something"? I opened my eyes, and looked in her direction. shit, she was talking to me. With hesitation, I looked at her for a moment. I knew I had to think quickly. Her eyes were so entertaining. I was curious, so I got up and followed her lead.

We walked a bit before she began to speak. I could tell she was choosing her words very carefully."Thanks for sticking up for me back there, that kid was a dick."

"No problem, I thought you could use a little help." I hesitated, but decided to keep the conversation going. "So why'd you ask me to join you for coffee?, No offense, but you didn't seem to be too impressed with me last night when we met."

"Well then maybe you shouldn't make assumptions."

With that remark, I smiled. We didn't talk much during the walk. It was a pretty cold night, and I wasn’t familiar with the neighborhood. I critiqued the neighborhood while we walked, and glanced at her as much as possible. We made eye contact a few times, but our attempts were interrupted by one of us looking away. We got to the diner, and were seated right away.

"So where are you always coming from so late at night"? I hoped she didn’t think I was being too intrusive. She answered me quickly, not seeming to be offended by my abrupt question.

"From school. I work during the day, so I have to take night classes. What about you, why are you traveling so late"?

"Oh, I work for a design company. I get contracted to draw pictures for tattoo portfolios, so it normally keeps long hours. It's a decent gig, I love to draw, so getting paid for it is kinda cool."

"What can I get you two tonight"? The waitress finally showed up to take our order. I waited for her to order first, my mannerisms, although out of practice, were still instilled. "I'll have a cup of herbal tea, one cube of sugar, and some cream." She ordered and smiled at me, letting me know it was my turn. "ummmm, I'll take a cup of coffee, black."

We didn't make much conversation at first, the time went by with us staring out of the window, or restlessly avoiding eye contact by playing with our utensils or wrestling with the rugged table cloth that covered out table.

It wasn't long before the waitress cane back and set our hot mugs down. She placed 2 napkins on the table, along with our bill, and went to help other customers. This was a pretty run down diner. The seats were torn, some taped, and some filled with graffiti from school kids. The lighting wasn't good. And like its entire staff, it looked tired.

"Do you come here often?" I asked trying not to sound insulting or ungrateful.

"yea, my mother used to work here, and as a kid I sat at this table and did most of my homework. It's a depressed looking diner, but it's got history for me."

"Is your mother still around"?

She paused for a moment, then very cautiously responded, “Yea, she's still around, whatever around is supposed to mean"

Ouch! why did I have to always have my fucking foot in my mouth. I looked away, trying not to notice that I obviously touched upon a soft spot. I had to take the conversation in another direction, quick.

"you never did tell me your name, I can't believe that I'm out with a complete stranger without knowing her name, you could be some type of psycho."

She smiled at me, then in a very playfully concerned voice responded; "you're right, we never did exchange names, that was stupid of us." She extended her arm and very forcefully said, "My name is Kerry, what's yours"

"Kerry? They name black people that?" I smiled and met her handshake. "My name is Danielle, Kerry, but please call me Dani."

We sat and conversed for what seemed to be all night. We both talked about our siblings, and discussed relationship horror stories. I sat and watched her, I couldn't believe I was actually siting with a woman this beautiful. I was relieved to see that the personality she portrayed was completely a front. This was one of the most gentle, intelligent women I'd ever met. The fact that she looked the way she did didn't hurt a bit.

After a while, Kerry looked at her watch,,,"Damn, it's 1:30 in the morning. I didn't mean to keep you out this late.

I smiled, and watched her panic. I reached over and gently grabbed her hand. "Hey, calm down, I don't mind at all. I'm enjoying our conversation, I don’t care about staying out a little late."

Kerry began collecting her belongings, and motioned for me to get up. She dropped $5.00 on the table to pay for our drinks, and pulled my arm as we exited the diner.

Once outside the diner, Kerry smiled at me and said; "Thank you for joining me. I really needed the conversation tonight"

I didn't respond, I just shrugged my shoulders, and we began walking.

We walked back to the train station; she sat with me as I waited for my train. We sat on the bench at the station, and talked a bit more. Tonight for some reason, the train seemed to take forever to arrive. As we talked, our interaction seemed to be growing more intense. Every time she smiled, Kerry's aura sent chills through my spine. I wanted to ask her for her number, I tried to figure out how to ask for her number without seeming desperate. Desperation was too humiliating, so I declined.

What she would say to me next, changed the rest of my life.

"Danielle, I hope I don't make a complete fool of myself by asking you this, but I'm really enjoying talking to you, and the train is taking a long time to get here.

She paused, then looked me directly in the eyes.

The look that she gave me will stay with me forever. She hesitated, then said "would you like to spend the night with me."

I didn't know how to react, so I didn't. Right away, she began apologizing.

"I'm sorry, I seem desperate, I didn't mean anything by it. I wasn’t expecting anything sexual, I just thought,,,,,,,,"

I cut her off. I slid my hand onto her's. I made sure that I had her full attention.

"Kerry, I would love to stay with you."

She paused, and immediately got a look of shock on her face. She put her head down for a few seconds, then looked at me and smiled. She stood up and pulled on my arm, silently telling me to follow her lead.

The walk to her house was silent. She had her arm interlocked with mine. The night was still and cold, and in the darkness, I felt safe with her by my side.

We got to her apartment building. It was a high rise with iron bars protecting each window. The brick stature looked un-kept, and it was stained with graffiti. My legs hurt from the cold air, so I was glad that her apartment was on the first floor.

Her apartment was small. The space was well manipulated. Posters and newspaper clippings hung on the walls, and old worn down furniture decorated the living room. It was dark and cluttered, she turned on a lamp that hung in the dining room and dimly lit the tiny space. I followed as she walked through the hallway, which led to her bedroom. Her room was cozy. It was colored with warm brown and beige shades. She had a waterbed, which was decorated with flannel sheets, and a comforter. Clothing hung throughout the room, she had obviously just done laundry.

"Danielle, you can get a set of sheets off of the shelf behind the door, and I’ll come and pull the sofa bed out for you. I have a few extra tooth-brushes in the bathroom cabinet that I got from one of the dentists I went to. You can crack one of them open. Do you need anything else?

She sat on the bed, and looked at me, waiting for a response. What she didn’t know was what I needed was underneath her jeans.

"No, I'm fine. Thanks."

I grabbed a set of sheets, and a pillow, and headed out into the living room to make my bed for the night. Soon after, Kerry came and joined me wearing only a pair of boxer briefs, and a wife beater.

What kind of games was she playing?

I watched her as she pulled at the sofa, trying to get the bed out. She wrestled with it, and tugged at it with no success.

"Here, let me try it. I'm usually good at stuff like this" I playfully pushed her out of the way, and grabbed the strap that pulled the bed out.

She stepped aside, and smiled. She then replied;

"the damn thing is stuck Dani, I can usually pull it right out. You're not going to be able to get it either."

Entertained by her pessimism, I quickly challenged her comment.

"so if I get it out, that mean's I'm much stronger than you?"

"If you get it out Dani, then you're a fucking genius"

I knew that I could get the sofa out, so it was time for me to show off a little.

I tugged, and strained with it, I prayed that it would open. Kerry stood beside me and laughed the entire time. I must have looked like a raving lunatic, because she laughed like she was watching def comedy jam or some shit.

Embarrassed by her laughter, I pulled harder. When I still couldn't get the bed out, I began to yank at the cord harder; trying to snatch it out of its resting-place. I gave one huge pull, and one of the springs came out of the bottom, and scratched straight across my palm.

"oh fuck! Damn that shit hurt"

I walked in circles trying not to act like a complete baby. It wasn't long before my hand was covered in blood. The spring cut me deeper than I thought.

"Dani," Kerry said, still half-laughing "come in the bathroom with me so I can wash your hand off." I cupped my hand, trying to slow the blood, and followed her into the bathroom.

She sat on the sink, and I stood in front of her. She fumbled through the medicine cabinet looking for peroxide while I held my hand under the warm water she had run for me.

"Danielle, sit there on the toilet. This peroxide is going to sting a little. Just relax."

The pain was mild, but bearable. I sat and watched her patiently dressing my wound. She had on gloves, so not to touch the blood, and she dabbed a cotton ball soaked in peroxide on my hand to clean the area. She watched me while she cleaned and bandaged my hand, and smiled every time I made eye contact with her.

"Danielle, does it still hurt," she asked me while pulling me up so I stood in front of her.

"A little, thanks for taking care of it for me" I smiled as I watched her.

Our eyes could not escape one another's. I stood in between her legs, which she now had wrapped, around my waist. She put her arms around me, and slowly rubbed my back. My arms were on either side of her, resting on the sink, and my chest was now pressed up against hers. We were face to face, noses touching. We looked at one another for a moment, and then smiled. She pulled her hand around, and caressed my face. She then pulled my face to hers, and kissed me. Her lips were antagonizing pleasure. I knew I couldn’t get enough of her kisses. Her arms wrapped around me, pulling me closer into her, and I began kissing her neck. My tongue made slow circles on the side of her neck. The salt of her skin made my taste buds melt.

She held me tightly as I massaged her neck with my tongue, and she whispered into my ear "I want you to make love to me."

I slowly found my way back to her face, and kissed her lips one time before leaning back to make eye contact. Her eyes were closed, and she was biting down on her bottom lip. She leaned back, resting her hands in back of her on the bathroom sink, and spread her legs.

With no hesitation, I pulled the boxers that she wore down around her ankles, and watched them drop to the floor. I lifted her arms, and pulled her shirt off. Her breasts were perfect. They accommodated her petite frame well. I moisturized my lips while I admired her beautiful body. I then put my arms around her waist as I took her breast into my mouth. I sucked it slowly pulling, and nibbling it as she moaned softly. I didn't stay in one spot long, I wanted to kiss every part of this girl's anatomy. I licked her stomach, down the sides of her thighs. I licked her calves, and the folds of her knees. I kissed her ankles, and slowly led my tongue to her toes. I put each toe into my mouth, sucking each one slowly and seductively.

My tongue was moving to its own rhythm, making its way up her inner thigh. I felt the warmth before I smelled it. Damn this shit smelled good. I could smell her anticipation, and it made me hungrier. I stood up, and kissed herlips once more before I indulged.

I spread her legs, and leaned her against the mirror while my hand grazed the outside of her pussy. I sat on the toilet, and swung her legs to rest on my shoulders. I took one last breath, and I dove in.

This was the sweetest pussy I'd ever tasted. My lips glided across her clit. I slid my tongue out, and softly thrust it against her lips. I made circles with my tongue, and followed up with soft kisses from my lips. I fucked her hole with my tongue, and slid my fingers in and out. She grabbed the back of my head, and gently pressed my face into her hole deeper. Her body moved in and out, simultaneously with my tongue. Her moans were making me wetter, and the way her hips were moving was making me want to eat that shit even more.

I slurped up every bit of wetness that leaked out of her pussy, and continued to lick her wet spot. My tongue then moved from her hole, to her now throb bing clit. I could feel it swollen against my tongue, and when I took my first lick, she let out a loud sigh. I licked it softly at first, then sucked it into my mouth repeatedly. The more I sucked on her clit, the faster her hips were moving. I let up a little, and began licking her lips again. I pulled at her nipples and ran my hands up and down her back.

She pushed my face back into her pussy, and I sucked on that shit harder. I took 4 fingers, and pressed them into her hole. With that, she screamed for me to fuck her. I fucked her hole, harder and deeper. Every time she tried to pull away, I pressed my fingers into her harder. I could tell by the way her pussy tightened up around my fingers that she was about to climax.

I pulled her body closer to mine, and she squeezed me tightly as her climax heightened. She thrust her body back and fourth fucking my fingers, I knew she would soon cum.

This girl was a pro. Her stamina made sure that I was up for the challenge.

She held me tighter, moaning louder. Her facial expressions being memorized by my arrogance.

"Here it comes, ahhhhhh, don't stop, let me cum for you." She moaned between talking, and almost tore the skin from my body. I pumped into her faster wanting her to cum hard. I wanted to tear her fucking insides up.

Looking back now, I don't think I have ever wanted someone the way that I wanted Kerry that moment.

Her pace began to decline, and sweat was seeping from her pores. I kept a steady pace, pumping in and out of her slowly. I felt her walls tighten up a bit more tense than they had before, and I knew she would soon cum. To heighten her climax, I made slow deep circles around her clit. She gasped almost simultaneously with my tongue contact. Just as she put her head against the bathroom mirror, and leaned her body against it for support, I began sucking her clit like a newborn baby on a nipple.

Almost instantly, I tasted what she had pint up inside. I can't describe the taste, hell; I can't even describe how good it felt when her body collapsed. I just know that Kerry will forever be my most erotic sexual encounter. The stuck up girl from the train who took me for coffee, and in return, I took her for what I hoped was the ride of her life.

Three months have passed since I met Kerry, the New Year has come and gone, and spring has begun to show its evidence.

I do not ride the train as much; my new place is only three blocks from my studio.

I still work hellish hours, dragging at night when I come home. I often walk past the diner that Kerry and I went to that first night, I think of our first conversation. I smile as I pass, and think of how nervous I was. I'm not exactly sure what the future holds for me, not sure if I really worry about it. I'm living and breathing for today.

Oh Kerry, she is doing fine. She's still going to school, still as stuck up as ever, still the most beautiful woman I've laid eyes on. We laugh about how we met, she teases me, I imitate how snotty she was when we met, we fuss about who came on to who first.

We have a lot of fun together, and before we go to bed every night, we exchange a kiss, and remind ourselves how lucky we are to have found one another, and how fate never makes mistakes. See, I was supposed to be on the train that night, she was supposed to be rude and distant. We were supposed to sit at that diner and have our conversation. And we were supposed to belying in bed together at that very moment.

For the rest of our lives, neither of us will forget our Train Ride Home.

--Mzbehavinmdstyle

The End

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