Drowning Ophelia (Immoral Dracula) by Eva Natsumi Page B

swirled her thumb again. Ophelia quivered in pleasure, moaning slightly. “Shhh….” Nina kissed Ophelia’s ear, lightly tonguing her neck. Ophelia sighed. Nina teased another finger between her thighs. Ophelia shivered. She moved her body toward Nina, begging her to enter more. Nina teased her more, playing a supple finger on the outside of her dripping wet lips.  
    “Lift up your dress,” Nina teased Ophelia. She lightly placed a third finger inside of her and then pulled it out. Ophelia pushed her head against the seat in pleasure. She turned to Nina, writhing. “I’ll show you mine if you show me yours.”
    In the dark of the bus, under the dim yellow lights while most of the passengers slept, the two girls undressed.   They watched each other intently. It felt just like the one, and only, summer camp Ophelia attended. “You first.” Nina said. “Together.” Ophelia pulled off Nina's sweater, looking around to see if anyone was watching. Then together they pulled down their tops, exposing their bare breasts to the open air. Nina's voluptuous, tan melons and Ophelia’s ripe, moonlit peaches.
    Nina bit her lip. “Anyone can see you,” Ophelia teased, she felt naughty and empowered. Nina shoved Ophelia so that she fell half naked in to the bus isle. “Just for that I’m not showing.”
      “I’ll show you mine.” Nina slowly pulled down her yoga pants past her curvy hips to reveal the dripping slit beneath. There was a little tuft of hair just above, shaped like a teardrop. Nina sat completely exposed beneath the dim lights, while a whole bus of passengers sat on. “Now you.” Ophelia looked around. She slowly pulled the rest of her dress down beyond her thin hips to reveal her smooth, slit.
    Nina smiled. She lowered herself between Ophelia’s thighs. Ophelia swatted her away. “We can’t do that here!” Or ever, Ophelia had never done anything like that. She had thought about it, of course, but never done it. Nina shrugged and sat back up. They both sat completely still, completely normal on their seats. Exposed. Nina reached for a magazine. “What are you doing?” Nina shrugged, flipping the pages. Ophelia sighed, she did have a fantasy…“I have a fantasy that I get taken in front of everybody. And everyone watches.”  
    Nina placed the magazine back. “I think we’d get arrested for that. Well, we could get arrested for this. But we have a much better chance to avoid that if we’re quiet.” Nina placed her hand across Ophelia’s mouth and reached in her bag. She threw something on Ophelia’s lap. “Do it. Right here and now. I’ll watch.”
      Ophelia’s eyes widened. “Or everyone could watch.” She held a camera. “I… I can’t.” Ophelia threw the object back to her lap. Nina furrowed her brow. “It’s your fantasy.” Nina reached for her pants and started to put the camera away. “No!”
    Ophelia took the object.   If she did this, what did that mean about her? “Look,” Nina said, “You don’t have to do anything. Just slide it inside you and I’ll take a picture.” That seemed like a solution. It was only a lipstick and it was only a picture, she would still be a virgin. She would still be herself. “Okay.” Ophelia slowly slid the object inside herself. “Wait, face me.”   Ophelia opened her thighs toward Nina and slid the lipstick tube inside herself.  

III

    Unlike it’s usual jerked motions, the bus gradually slowed. The passengers looked outside their windows to see where they were stopping, but no one could see beyond the crepuscular glitter. Like a billion beaded curtains, the rain hid the world with a twinkling invite.
    “Is too bad outside, gotta pull in som’ere.” There was a burst of indignation. The previously quiet and acquiescent bus became uproarious and activated.  
    “What the hell are you talking about?”
    “Somewhere? Where is somewhere?”
    “Oh, it’s about time. I could use a burger.”
    Ophelia waked. She’d