The Bus Stop | NEON LIT

2 AM. Missed the last proper bus.

The night bus doesn't come for another hour, and I'm standing at the stop in the freezing cold, regretting every decision that led me here. Should've got the Uber. Should've left earlier. Should've just stayed home in the first place.

"Fucking hell, it's cold."

I turn. Two women are approaching the bus stop, stumbling slightly, clearly pissed.

"Told you we should've got a cab, Mel."

"Cabs are expensive, Jade. Some of us have bills."

They're a study in contrasts.

Mel is thick—proper thick, with curves bursting out of a dress that was optimistic even before the night out. Big tits, big arse, big personality. She's maybe thirty, bleached hair, fake lashes, the works.

Jade is slim—angular cheekbones, long legs, that high ponytail that seems to be standard issue. She's younger, maybe twenty-five, tracksuit over a going-out top, looking like she couldn't decide what vibe she was going for.

They clock me immediately.

"Alright, love." Mel grins. "Waiting for the N73?"

"Yeah."

"Us too." She drops onto the bench, spreads her thick thighs. "Might as well get comfortable, innit. Hour wait."

"I'm freezing me tits off here," Jade complains, huddling into her tracksuit.

"Should've worn a proper coat then, shouldn't you?"

"You said it wasn't that cold!"

"I lied." Mel looks at me. "What about you, love? Got a jacket we can borrow?"

"I've only got the one I'm wearing."

"Shame." Her eyes run down my body. "Could've had a cuddle to warm up."

Jade snorts. "Mel, you're shameless."

"I'm honest. There's a difference." She pats the bench beside her. "Come sit, love. Body heat. It's science."

I sit.

Mel immediately presses against my side, her soft body warm even through our clothes. Jade hesitates, then takes my other side.

"There," Mel says. "That's better, innit."

It is better. They're warm, both of them, smelling like perfume and vodka and the night. Mel's tits are pressed against my arm. Jade's thigh is against mine.

"I'm Mel, by the way."

"I know. I heard."

"Smart one, is he?" She looks at Jade. "I like the smart ones."

"You like all of them."

"Not true. I have standards." Her hand lands on my thigh. "This one meets them."

"What are you doing?" I ask.

"Keeping warm." Her hand slides higher. "You got a problem with that?"

"We're at a bus stop."

"Ain't no one here, love." She looks around at the empty street. "Just us and the pigeons. And the pigeons won't tell."

Jade is watching, something hungry in her eyes. "You're not actually gonna—"

"Why not?" Mel's hand finds my cock through my jeans. I'm hard—have been since she pressed against me. "He's fit, I'm horny, and we've got an hour to kill."

"Here?"

"There's an alley round the corner." Mel stands, tugging at my hand. "Coming, Jade?"

"Me?"

"You've been eyeing him too. Don't pretend you haven't." Mel starts walking. "Both of you. Now."

The alley is dark and cold.

But Mel doesn't seem to care. She pushes me against the wall and drops to her knees, already undoing my belt.

"Mel—"

"Shh. Let me work."

She takes me in her mouth—warm and wet and eager. Jade watches from a few feet away, hugging herself against the cold.

"Come on then," Mel says, pulling off. "Don't just stand there. Help me out."

Jade kneels beside her.

Two strangers, sharing my cock in an alley at 2 AM. Mel takes me deep while Jade licks the shaft. They swap, trading techniques, looking up at me with matching hunger.

"Fuck, that's good."

"Told you," Mel grins. "Jade, stand up. Let him have a go on you while I get ready."

Jade straightens up. I push her against the opposite wall and kiss her, one hand sliding into her tracksuit bottoms.

She's wet—wetter than I expected—and she gasps when I find her clit.

"Right there—fuck—don't stop—"

Behind me, I hear Mel rustling with clothes. Then her hand on my shoulder.

"My turn. Bend her over."

I fuck Jade while Mel watches.

She's bent over a bin, tracksuit around her ankles, slim body shaking with every thrust. It's cold, it's dirty, and it's the hottest thing I've ever done.

"Harder—come on—give it to her—"

Mel's coaching, one hand between her own thick thighs.

Jade comes with a cry, muffled by her own hand. I pull out before I finish.

"My turn," Mel announces.

Mel hikes up her dress—no knickers, apparently—and bends over in Jade's place.

"Put it in, love. Been waiting all night."

I push into her from behind. She's looser than Jade but warmer, wetter, making noises that echo off the alley walls.

"That's it—fuck—right there—"

Jade watches us, still catching her breath, then moves in. She kisses me while I fuck her friend, her slim body pressed against my back.

"Make her come. She gets loud when she comes."

Mel gets loud. Really loud. I have to cover her mouth with my hand as she shakes through her orgasm.

I finish inside her. She doesn't seem to mind.

We barely make the bus.

All three of us, disheveled and flushed, tumbling onto the N73 just as it's about to pull away. The driver gives us a look but says nothing.

We sit in the back. Mel on one side, Jade on the other. Me in the middle.

"That was fun," Mel says, like we just went bowling.

"Mental," Jade agrees. "But fun."

"So." Mel leans against me. "What are you doing next Friday?"

Next Friday, I don't miss the bus on purpose.

Mel and Jade are waiting at the stop. Different outfits, same energy.

"Thought you'd stand us up," Mel says.

"Wouldn't dream of it."

"Good answer." She takes my hand. "Alley's this way."

It becomes a thing.

Friday nights, 2 AM, the bus stop near the club strip. Sometimes we make it to the alley. Sometimes we find a park. Once, memorably, the back of the actual bus—empty, late night, driver wearing headphones.

"We should probably exchange numbers," Jade says one night.

"Where's the fun in that?" Mel grins. "This is better. Spontaneous. Like fate."

"Fate?"

"Or horniness. Same thing, innit."

I still don't know their last names.

I still don't know where they live.

All I know is that Friday nights at 2 AM, they'll be at that bus stop.

And so will I.