SEVEN DAYS (29 page)

The two lovers kissed passionately and there was nothing Judy could do but wait them out. She put her hands over her ears so she couldn't hear their tongues smacking.

She had to admit that she liked Andre a little less tonight, not least of all because he was snogging the woman who had made herself her arch-nemesis for the entire trip, undermining everything she said to the point that she hated speaking to the group at all.

She had no flame for Andre, beautiful though he was. Being with him, or rather, almost being with him, hadn't meant anything but a moment of fun and danger and release. And yet, it reminded her of more unpleasant times. Mark saw the shadow fall over her face and she looked away, confused.

“You look upset,” Mark whispered, concerned. “Sad.”

“This was our time,” Judy said. “And they're ruining it.”

The two were fumbling around with each other's clothes, but neither seemed able to undress the other. Maggie was wearing a tight vest top and in the end she grunted and lifted it over her head revealing large, full breasts, no bra, and she discarded the vest on the driver’s chair. Andre did the same with his T-shirt and Maggie wolf-whistled at the sight of his rippling abdominal muscles and taut biceps. She licked her finger and traced a line on his stomach while they kissed again, pressing their bodies against each other.

There came the hiss of skin against skin as fingers traced pecs and abs and breasts. Judy was surprised to find that they were extraordinarily gentle, as if each perceived fragility in the other.

They were a hot couple. It had to be said. Although Judy was watching them open-mouthed, she was annoyed when she noticed that Mark was practically drooling over them and that his eyes hadn't left them for a moment.

For the first time that trip, Judy allowed herself to stare openly at Maggie and she finally saw the extent of her tattoos if not the designs themselves. From that distance, she was a blur of black and white lines and yet the shadow and weight of the shapes drawn on her made a kind of sense, had a beautiful, but dark symmetry that was familiar yet disturbing The network of tattoos started at her neck and covered the entirety of her back and arms. They were obscured by her tight skirt, but then continued down her long legs.

That must have hurt,
Judy thought. She didn’t like it. She didn’t like it at all.

Maggie sucked on Andre's nipples, until she nipped him not once but twice and he cried out. She laughed at him and smiled, teasing, at which point he demanded that she turn around.

She did as she was told and again Judy was surprised,

“I told you,” Maggie said, simultaneously placing her hands on the ledge at the front of the bus, bending low and spreading her legs. “I'm not interested in the view.”

“I’m the one who has the view,” Andre said and began adjusting her skirt.

She looked at him over her shoulder and he kissed her again, deep and long, their lips smacking loudly, while he hurriedly attempted to undo the fly of his jeans and raise her skirt at the same time.

Even now, Judy was unable to see his cock. It was dark and the angle didn’t allow for it. She had a sense of it when it was out of his trousers though. The mood changed. Maggie took a deep breath.

Judy glanced at Mark, not wanting to seem too interested in this, but he was watching without reservation. So would she.

 Andre raised Maggie’s little skirt roughly with both hands and then pulled her knickers down.

“We shouldn't be watching this,” Judy mouthed several times until Mark got what she was saying.

He responded with another shrug.

“Why don't you do a sketch?” she whispered, unable to hide from her jealousy now. “It will last longer.” His interest in Maggie was obvious.

He appeared to be taking Judy seriously, because a faraway look came over his face, only he didn’t have a camera, nor a pen or pencil.

Judy made an effort not to look up, but Maggie's sighs drew her attention.

Andre appeared to be holding his cock and guiding himself into Maggie, who was pushing against him, bouncing gently, reaching between her legs to masturbate and make herself wetter.

“Yeah,” she said. “That’s it. That’s it. Put it in me. Go on.”

She yelped as Andre inched himself inside her, being very careful.

“You’re enormous,” Maggie said, laughing, and continued to masturbate furiously while Andre swayed gently back and forth, spreading her, opening her.

Maggie raised her head and stopped playing with herself, satisfied that he was inside her. There was a clang as her rings clashed against the ledge in front of her and she let her head fall back, her long black hair dangling free.

Andre increased his rhythm and she began to groan. She seemed to disappear mentally in that moment and Judy related to that feeling, that ability or perhaps even necessity, to let go and think of nothing, not even the pleasure. The sensations overtook the body and mind, at once claiming them and swatting them aside.

Andre had his hands on Maggie’s hips now, staring at her ass as he pushed inside her. He made very little noise. His breathing was more rapid, but that was all.

Gradually his strokes became thrusts and Maggie’s groans became whimpers. She put her head down, taking the pain and the pleasure in whatever balance it presented itself.

“Don’t come,” she said a minute later.

“Hah? What?”

“Come in my arse,” she said.

Andre slid out of her.

“I don’t know,” he said, looking at his cock and then giving her ass a sideways look,

Mark stifled another laugh then, his shoulders shaking.

Maggie bent low and began playing with her anus.

Judy looked away, because this was too much, too voyeuristic.

Mark, however, was lost in the moment. His eyes were soft but absorbed. His expression was that of an observer analysing what he was seeing.

Judy wondered if he’d be thinking of this the next time they made love, if they ever made love again, if Andre and Maggie ever got them back to the house.

“Do it,” Maggie said and Andre tilted his head, as if to say: Okay then, you asked for it.

Maggie kept playing with herself and Andre kept pushing his pelvis towards her ass, stroking her back and her neck, playing with her ass, reaching between her legs and using her wet folds to lubricate himself.

Eventually Maggie began murmuring to herself. He was partly inside her at last. They took it very slowly.

Judy couldn’t help watching. She wanted to see everything that Mark saw.

The couple looked as if they had both had sex this way before. It was something that Judy had tried only once and not with the most success. Maggie and Andre seemed to have it down though and were soon in a rhythm with each other that increased gradually in pace as Maggie became more comfortable.

Judy observed that Andre was remarkably in tune with her and wondered if that was because he was less desperate for Maggie than he had been for her, or because he was more in tune with Maggie than he’d been with her.

Maggie winced and tapped her fingers against the ledge, still not entirely comfortable with her penetration. Andre slipped one big hand around her throat from behind and Maggie succumbed immediately, throwing her head back, and then moaning for him to fuck her.

Judy watched as Maggie gave herself to him. Having thought that what the two was doing amounted to animal rutting, she now changed her mind. Sure, there was a place for rutting, but that wasn’t what was happening here. Maggie arched her back, changing the angle of penetration and Andre groaned, the two of them loving it.

He slipped a finger into Maggie’s mouth and she sucked it as though it was his cock, taking it deep into her mouth, pouting, making a lot of noisy wet kisses and sucking sounds to turn him on.

At that moment, Judy wanted Mark as much as she’d wanted him all day. She didn’t know that she’d be as bold as Maggie, demanding anal sex, but she certainly wanted him behind her with his hands on her shoulders, in her hair, around her throat even.

Maggie’s voice became shrill. Her shrieks filled the bus and Judy hoped that they were parked far from civilisation, because if anyone came exploring or called the gendarmes, then not only would Maggie and Andre be exposed, but she and Mark might have to give themselves up too.

Maggie wailed, high-pitched and joyful.

Andre was fucking her hard. His hips were moving very fast and Maggie stopped responding. She was simply open-mouthed with silent pleasure.

Andre roared like an animal and snapped something in French, still slamming into her. Maggie began to moan again, repeating the same sound over and over, drawing it out, like a machine winding down.

Andre, who had a handful of her hair at this point, took hold of Maggie’s hips instead and slowed his pace, shortened his strokes.

They rocked together, gently.

When Andre pulled his cock from Maggie, making her whimper in the process, Maggie immediately turned on unsteady legs and dropped to her knees in front of him. She put his cock in her mouth and began sucking.

“You are unbelievable,” Andre said, eyes closed.

Maggie stroked his cock and sucked him at the same time, cleaning him and draining him of cum. She sucked as if she was trying to turn him inside out. This was an act of single-minded devotion.

Before she was finished, Andre lifted her to her feet and they kissed again, not long and deep, but in short, sharp bursts, like cubs taking play bites at each other.

Maggie put her hand on Andre’s barrel chest.

“I need a beer,” she said.

Please, God, don't let them fall asleep in front of the exit,
thought Judy.

Maggie used the edge of a handrail to pop the caps off two bottles of beer. They clinked bottles and then made small talk for a while about Trignac and the bars in which Andre worked and the weather in the morning compared to that at night. Their manner was easy, as if now that they had had sex they could relax with each other. Now they could be real. Now they could be themselves.

They opened another beer each and then another and their conversation continued, winding down various alleys and finding dead ends and trying again, still easy and non-judgemental.

Judy massaged her temples, exhausted. She was also terrified that she could feel the onset of cramp in one of her legs and would not be able to help but scream out loud if it manifested. She was thus occupied until she heard Mark's name mentioned.

As before, Andre was saying what a great guy he was. He told Maggie that he couldn't show his face at the house at the moment, because they'd had a disagreement, but that it was entirely his fault. Mark, he said, never did anything wrong and he was an unreasonably kind guy.

Maggie was agreeing that there was something about him and that she'd never been on a course like this. With anyone else, she said, it might have fallen flat, but with him, she had been moved. He had a way of getting the best out of people.

“He sees through my bullshit,” Maggie said, laughing.

“Me too,” said Andre. “He always has.”

Silently, Mark breathed on his fist and shined it on his shoulder.

“He’s not all that smart though. I think he's fucking that stuck-up bitch with the straight hair and no body,” Maggie said.

She means me!
thought Judy.
No body?