Lesson Number One (for Johnny)

"I sure am...I ain't never been wet down..." Nolee couldn't surpress the moan that was loud enough for the extremely attractive bus driver to look at John and herself through the rearview mirror. The feelings that she was bringing to her own body, albeit with John's help, were unlike anything she had ever been through before.

John chuckled softly and moved Nolee's hand into her panties, moving over her bare, wet entrance. He sat down, pulling Nolee in his lap, her back to his chest as he moved her hand over her crotch, letting her own wetness cover her hand.

Nolee closed her eyes as she was pulled backwards into a sitting position. It was sheer pleasure to feel her fingers moving against and into her wetness. "Fuck...." she moaned, her usually clean vocabulary being marred by a cuss word.

John reached into his bag, pulling out a small dildo. He turned on the vibration, wrapped Nolee's hand around it and pressed it to her entrance, rubbing the side of the vibrator up and down against her wet entrance.

Nolee whimpered at the intrusion of the foreign object entering her but as she felt it rubbing and vibrating against her she felt even more pleasure. Tossing her head back she cried out in pleasure, the hand that wasn't gripping the dildo going up to rub her nipple.

John smiled and let go of Nolee, letting her do the rest herself.

Nolee arched in pleasure against the dildo as she felt her body tremble.

John sensed Nolee was about to orgasm, probably for the first time ever.

Nolee let out a shrill cry and slumped against Johnny, her breathing shallow.

John chuckled, laying Nolee down on the couch. "So, how'd it feel?" He asked with a smirk.

"Oh my god that was amazing..." Nolee breathed out. "Guess that was lessons one and two, huh?"

John nodded and chuckled. "Yeah, pretty much. Next your learn blow jobs and hand jobs. But we'll save that for another time." He chuckled, settling down on the other couch in the bus.

Nolee nodded, curling up in a ball and falling asleep.

Later that night, John laid in his hotel room. He hated sleeping alone. He wished he had a cuddle buddy. Not even a lover just... a friend. John had friends, but not many best friends. Mike was already in the next city, so he was off the list. He sigh, tossing his bed and drifted into a fitful sleep.
((Nolee should call up Johnny for whatever reason, and ask to stay with him))

Nolee hated being alone in a new city. She still hadn't gotten use to it. She didn't have many friends so she decided that she would call Johnny up and see if she could stay with him.

John snorted awake from his sleep when his phone rang, quite loudly he might add. He grabbed it and answered. "Hello?" He grumbled tiredly and groggily.

"J....Johnny?" Nolee whimpered, "Where are you staying?"

John rubbed the sleep from his eyes. "We're in the same hotel, Nolee." He yawned into the phone.

Nolee nodded, "Can...can I stay in your room?"

John raised a brow but shrugged. "Yeah, sure, so long as you don't mind sharing a bed with me. My room is 614, top floor."

Nolee nodded and took her stuffed german shepard into the elevator with her as she rode the elevator to John's room. She knocked on the door, waiting for him to open up.

JOhn groaned and got up, opening the door, still half asleep. "Come in. He slurred tiredly, leading Nolee to the king side bed and sliding back in it. "Make yerself comfortable. I need sleep..." John mumbled, falling asleep as he spoke.

Nolee sleepily walked into the room, holding the german shepard plushie close as she laid in bed. "otay..."

John curled up on his side under the covers, his hair all over the pillow and his face as he slept. He twitched, feeling Nolee curl up behind him, but he stayed soundly asleep.

Nolee fell asleep, cuddling into Johnny while holding her stuffed animal.