Bus Stop Bus Goes What Did We Do

Driving home at around 15:30, from a course location where I was about midway through my first week, taking an additional 10-day module on understanding ledgers with profit and loss reporting. I drove past a prep college, where students get an extra year after attending sixth form, to improve their results before going on to university. The traffic was slower than usual, giving me time to see things that I hadn't noticed before. There was a group in their late teens at the bus stop just down the road from the gates. One young man seemed to be standing away from them, and as the bus in front of me pulled up, I could hear the group, mocking him. Mostly boys, but there were a few girls there, who seemed disinterested in his ordeal.

I stopped behind the bus, waiting for it to pull out after they had all boarded, and watched as they prevented him from getting on, the bus pulled away, leaving him on the pavement to wait for the next one. There was quite a queue of traffic behind me, so I wasn't able to stop but I dropped my window and waved to him asking.

"Are you alright?"

"Yes, thank you for asking."

I nodded and pulled away, determined to intervene if I saw that happening again the next day, I could see him in my rear-view mirror, standing there looking a little lost and very definitely alone.

Not thinking too much about the incident for the rest of my evening, I attended classes the following day, and we finished around the same time. I drove towards home, and as I approached the college gates, I saw the group of boys again, pushing the young man back as the bus drew up to the stop. Pulling up behind it, I quickly got out, and walked around the front of my car towards him. Thinking quickly, I stepped close to him, speaking familiarly and loudly enough for the group of boys to hear me.

"Hello, I'm sorry I'm late, it's good to see you again."

With that, I reached out and gave him a quick hug, he responded gratefully realising that I was the girl from yesterday and taking the opportunity to get away from the group of tormentors. As I pulled him close, I whispered in his ear.

"Quick, what's your name."

"Philip." he whispered in return.

"Come on Philip, the traffic is nice and light we can go home now."

The group watched seemingly stunned as we went to my car, some staring open mouthed as he got into the passenger seat. I wasn't surprised, I knew that what I was wearing was quite revealing, a short ruffled black skirt, and a dark grey crossover blouse, with barely black hold up stockings, and black lace underwear, the skirt flicked up as I walked around the car, showing the lace tops of my stockings between my upper thighs, and the blouse moved a little, flashing my bra and cleavage as l leaned out to check the flow of traffic before opening my door.

In fairness to them, I have a very good figure, strong shapely legs, good breasts (34C) blue green eyes, and honey gold hair, which depending on the light, can appear as light brown, or with a hint of red. I normally wear it at collar length, though from time to time I let it grow to mid shoulder. My hair has light curls, which when it's down, or the air is damp does tend to form into ringlets. Most of the time, I wear hair slides or claw clips to keep it in place, but I would give almost anything to have straight hair though.

With a firm round bottom, strong thighs, well proportioned calves, flat taut tummy, smooth skin and light freckles over the bridge of my nose, I think my features are normal and, in my opinion, quite plain. Although I can't describe myself as outstandingly beautiful, or strikingly pretty, yet for some reason people do find me very attractive.

I had turned 18 in the previous October, so greeting him didn't seem out of place as it might have done had I been older. He'd got good grades in his exams, but his mother wanted him to take a few mor subjects at 'A' level to make sure he was suitable for application to one of the top universities. Getting into the driver's seat, my skirt pulled up as I sat down, I could see the fascination in Philip's eyes as he saw the frilly hem highlighting the swell of my thighs, and the sheer dark nylon of my stockings. It didn't really bother me as I thought he was quite young and had little contact with older girls like me.

The bus was filling in front of us as the group of boys, reluctantly got on clearly wanting to know who I was, and my relationship to Philip. I waited patiently until the bus pulled out, then checking behind and indicating, I pulled out behind it. The boys had gathered at the back window, staring in disbelief as we drove along behind. I spoke quietly to the young man beside me.

"Your classmates seem very curious, shall we have a bit of fun with them?"

"Yes, if you're sure you don't mind."

"I don't mind at all, it's one way of paying them back for their spitefulness, and enjoying ourselves while we do so,"

Pulling my skirt up to my upper thighs, exposing my legs above my stocking tops, and the dark 'V' of the front of my knickers, I drove right behind the bus, pulling up close each time it stopped, they craned forwards to get a good view of my legs and underwear. Surreptitiously, I partly undid the crossover of my blouse giving a clear view of my bra and cleavage.

While we followed along, I asked him where he lived, he gave me directions, and after several bus stops, I turned left into a leafy suburban avenue, and eventually pulled up outside his house. We sat quietly for a while, before he said.

"Thank you miss, it's very kind of you to help me like that."

"Please, my name is Lucy, and you're very welcome. I hope you tell your parents what's been going on at school."

"There's only mum and me, dad left us when I was quite young. She works late so I'm usually in bed when she gets home, so I don't bother her with it, she's got enough to deal with."

Taking the opportunity to look at him, I saw he was a little shy, small, blushing easily, he was a bit taller than me, probably around 5'7" with delicate features, pale skin, big blue eyes, blond wavy hair. He was almost cherubic looking, and not unappealing, in all aspects quite a lovely boy. I felt sure he had the pick of the girls, which may have been the cause of the bullying I had witnessed.

'Will you be alright now?"

"Yes, thank you, and thanks again for the lift."

"It's no problem, I come this way anyway, and if you like I'll give you a lift each day until I finish my course."

"That would be great if you don't mind Lucy. When does you course finish?"

"Next Friday."

"That would be wonderful, I finish, and I leave sixth form on Thursday next week, I'll only have to go in for exams then, so with luck I won't have to put up with them anymore."

"Leave? How old are you then?"

"I was 18 in February, and provided I get good 'A' level results, I'm hoping to go to university."

"What do you want to read?"

"Physics."

"That sounds like a heavy course, but I'm sure you'll do well."

"Are you at Uni?"

"Yes, I'm reading Finance and Economics. When I graduate, I'm going to work with my dad."

"How long have you got left to go?"

"I only started last September, so I still have most of the course, and lots of extra modules to do yet."

"So, are you 18 as well?"

"Yes, I am, my birthday was in October last year."

He fell silent, then with a slight reluctance, he said his farewells, before getting out of the car. Pausing briefly, he leaned into the window.

"I'll see you tomorrow then?"

"Yes of course, I'll be along around the same time."

Watching as he went through his front garden gate, and unlocked his front door, I pulled out and drove off, arriving home after about half an hour. I set myself a few hours to study, and then prepared dinner for daddy and I to be ready when he came home. Afterwards we spent a comfortable evening in front of the TV watching a few episodes of our current drama serials. Retiring to bed, daddy was tired and fell asleep almost as soon as he went into his room. He's not my biological dad, he adopted me when I was younger after my mother died. I went to my room, washed, cleaned my teeth, and got into bed, reading for around half an hour before falling deeply asleep myself.

The following day was Friday, and we finished for the weekend a little earlier than usual. I arrived at the bus stop and parked by the kerb leaving plenty of room for the bus to stop. Shortly afterwards the college emptied out, and Philip came along in front of the crowd. Seeing my car he opened the door, looked gratefully at me as he climbed in. Noting his eyes went straight to my lap, where the hem of my flared maroon mini skirt was gathered, the pink lace of my slip, contrasting with the folds of the skirt. He held the door open long enough for the group following to catch a glimpse, before fastening his seatbelt, and closing the door.

As I frequently drive alone, I tend to be a bit careless in the way I comport myself, not paying attention to how my clothes are arranged. Philip being a young man, had difficulty taking his eyes of my knees. I confess that I can't help myself, and I sat casually displaying my undies to him, enjoying his discomfort as he struggled to cope with the sight. I drove him home, and we spent some time outside his house, in my car, talking together. He told me about his mum, how she took care of him after his father ran out on her. She made sure he got up and went to school each day, then went to work herself around midday, doing shifts in a call centre, often arriving home after well after 10:00pm each night.

He really enjoyed talking to me, and I found him to have a beautiful personality, but his shyness made him lack confidence in himself. Once he got talking, he came out of himself, feeling comfortable with me. I didn't ask why he was being bullied, I felt sure he'd tell me in his own good time.

He went in and I drove home, arriving at my usual time. Dad and I were going out to a dinner dance that evening, so I prepared a light tea for us, then when he came home, we got ready and left together for the venue. It was nice to dress up and feel refined. I was wearing a lovely peach coloured chiffon gown, underneath some absolutely lovely and expensive lingerie from intimissimi that he'd bought for me. He watched me dress, sitting back in the chair his hands against his chin, as I turned and twirled in front of him, enjoying the look in his eyes. I knew he would enjoy seeing me at the dance, mixing with all the guests, knowing the secret of what I was wearing underneath my gown, something that only he would see.

We enjoyed the evening, he and I danced together, he spent time with business acquaintances talking about money and opportunities. In the meantime, I sat at the edge listening to them all, admiring the skill and fluidity of the way they calculated returns, gains and other monetary occurrences. I did go to the bar and get some more drinks for daddy and I, while there I met a man called George, who interested me, and we sat alone at a table in the corner for a while, getting to know each other, and discovering our mutual interest in various kinky practices.

We arrived home late, I made supper, and we had a nightcap before retiring to bed, for a wonderful night together. Rising late the following morning, I did the laundry, daddy went out to play golf, and I spent the afternoon revising for Monday. We stayed up late, cuddling together on the sofa as we watched TV. Sunday passed quickly, and before I knew it, I was back at the academy undertaking the final week of my course.

On the way home, I picked Philip up at the usual time, the mob watched as he got into my car, and I took him to his house. He seemed a little anxious, and I asked him if he was alright. He told me that some of the boys had been particularly unpleasant toward him. He was so upset that I was quite worried about him, so I asked him.

"Shall I come in with you, just until you settle down. I can make you a pot of tea if you like."

"I'd be grateful, I just don't want to be alone for a while, if you could stay with me, it would help a lot, just an hour or so, then I'll be fine until mum come home."

We went into the house, it was very comfortable and modern. Going to the kitchen, and we made tea, sitting at the kitchen table, and I listened as he poured his heart out to me. They'd surrounded him in the yard and called him terrible names. There were several girls there that he liked, and in front of them, he'd endured the onslaught of the verbal abuse, feeling ashamed of his lack of response.

He calmed down after a while, and I decided it was time to leave, but in the hallway, I gave him a long warm hug, knowing that it was one of the things that distressed people found very comforting. I held him, feeling him shivering as his emotions took a toll on his wellbeing.

Tuesday was better, he was behind them as he walked to the bus stop, and I pulled up alongside him, he scrambled in before they realised, I was there. They stood in a group gesturing rudely at him as I drove away. When we got to his house, he asked if I would come in again, and we enjoyed some time and tea together before I left, once again hugging in the hallway, this time I felt a pang of tenderness towards him and held him close as he sighed gratefully into my shoulder. During that brief physical contact I had it confirmed to me, that he was very, very definitely a boy.

The following day, he was waiting at the kerb for my arrival. I was wearing a fully lined white lace dress, nylon hold ups, and plain comfortable underwear, Lycra cotton panties, and a soft elasticated bra, which pushed my breasts up slightly. The mob passed by, as he got in, once again my dress had ridden up, revealing my thighs, and stockings. The boys, emboldened by their numbers, made a few ribald remarks causing Philip to blush.

"What are you doing, wasting time with that little fairy?"

"Why bother with Mr one inch, he's got nothing worth talking about?"

"You'll be disappointed, he's just a poof."

"He's a mummy's boy, he'll be no good to you."

"Hey curly, show us your knickers."

I leaned forwards at that last comment, and they fell silent as I smiled sweetly at the loudest of them, and responded.

"I'm sorry, I can't, do that young man."

"Oh come on curly, why not, just a little peek."

I shrugged my shoulders, giving them a wide-eyed look of utter naivety before answering.

"Because I'm not wearing any."

They stood there open mouthed and in stunned silence as I laughed, and we drove away. Arriving at his house we went in together, and walked to the kitchen, he hesitated before asking quietly.

"Was that true Lucy, what you said, you know, about you not having any knickers on?"

"I'm sorry, it was crass of me, of course I have, but they didn't know that, so I knew if I confronted them in that manner, they are so immature that they'd feel intimidated by it. At their age they should know to behave better, but in honesty, it was fun to see the look on their faces."

We had our usual tea together, though this time in the lounge, it was well appointed with two leather chesterfields facing each other over a sizeable occasional table, built in bookcases and lighted glass cabinets, with family photos. My attention was drawn to a large photo, taken by a professional, of Philip with his mother, who appeared to be a very attractive woman, certainly I found her so. There was also a man that I assumed his father, together with a group of other children at a birthday party. The description read, 'Philip's 2nd birthday 2008.' I was pleased to see real evidence of his age as he looked so young, but any doubts I had were now assuaged.

The room was well lit with the influx of daylight from the large bay window. Seated comfortably he relaxed, and we began to feel at ease with each other. We talked for quite awhile and he explained that the bullying had been going on for some time, ever since several new boys had joined the school. I left after an hour or so, hugging him before I went, and returned home.

The final day of his attendance coincided with the end of my course, where we were treated to a formal lunch gathering. On Friday we were to take the exams for our certificate. Deciding to dress up a bit for it, and I suppose, additionally for Philip, just in case they harassed him again, I chose clothing a bit more glamorous than my normal plain style. Wearing a loose fitting hip pleated pale cream mini skirt. A plain white cotton blouse, and underneath, for my secret pleasure I wore a lingerie set of signature white from Fleur of England. The full set, Brazilian briefs, bra, suspenders and a silk slip. All beautifully trimmed with French leavers lace and scalloped eyelash edges, the crotch of the panties were gathered with frilly lace, and back of the briefs made from luxurious mesh making them extremely comfortable.

After stepping into the knickers, pulling them up, slowly, and fastening the bra, I positioned the suspenders around my waist then pulled on lace topped cream stockings, which had a very delicate design woven into the silk, fastening them to the tails of the suspender belt, and wriggling until they were seated comfortably. It made me feel super sexy, all the more so when I put on my slip, skirt and blouse and seeing that my lingerie was not visible unless I wanted it to be.

The lunch went well, the food excellent and the choice of drinks wide, I just drank sparkling water as I was driving. I managed to tease one of the lecturers, she seemed fascinated by my figure, but she didn't ask me for a date though I would have liked her to. We finished the afternoon set of lectures, including the briefing for the following days exams, and our class left at the usual time.

The traffic was light, and I arrived at the bus stop just in time to see him being held by two of the boys, while anther one was poking at his face and generally roughing him up. I pulled up sharply, deliberately squealing the brakes, they stopped almost as soon as I got out of the car and made my way towards them. Probably more because they were shocked by the sight of me caught in a light breeze, moving quickly, my skirt and slip billowing up, giving a quick glimpse of the silk and lace swirling underneath, and a clear view of my legs.

"Leave him alone, or I'll give you a taste of your own medicine."

They backed away, sullenly, and Philip quickly got into the car, I returned to my side, and started up, then pulled away leaving them glowering at us as we drove off. He was subdued and didn't say much until we got to his house. As usual we went to the kitchen, after I bathed and cleaned his face, then having made tea, we went to the lounge. I sat next to him on the chesterfield and put my arm around his shoulder, holding him as his tension broke and he sobbed his eyes out.

After he eased down enough to drink it, I poured out the tea, giving him time to compose himself as he relaxed in my arms.

"Now, now Philip, it's all over, you won't be seeing them again."

"I know, I'm just glad you came when you did."

"What started that?"

"They were saying I was queer because I don't have a girlfriend."

"There's nothing wrong with being that way and it says more about them than it does about you."

"Yes, but I'm not, I like girls, I just don't know how to get to know any."

"Surely you must have a girlfriend?"

"No, I don't, there are one or two very nice girls who I really like, but I just can't seem to be able to talk with them, you know, to make the approach."

I sat back, and thought about what he'd said, conscious that it had been the first time I'd been really close to him. He smelled of a woman's soap, clearly, he used his mum's choice. He was clean and tidy, I could see that he had tried to assert his manliness, evidenced by his attempts to shave, but he sorely lacked the masculine influence of his father.