I could feel the rhythmic vibrations of the bus wheels as they drove over the cracks and imperfections in the road. I had been in the bus for nearly five hours, and I had a good ten hours to go. It was my 18th birthday, and I was finally headed home after a semester at private school. The bus was about half filled with people, most of whom had gotten on before I did. I looked down at my watch. It was 10pm.
"Christ," I moaned. It was a painfully long ride that I had to endure four times a year. My thoughts drifted off, and soon I was recollecting on the previous evening. My girlfriend Kerry, who was 18 as well, had come over to my dorm room, which was strictly forbidden. Kerry was almost like a pixie, as some people had said. She had short, wispy hair, a tall, thin body that looked slightly awkward, and big, innocent blue eyes. We talked a bit about our winter vacation, but soon words gave into teen passion, and we began making out on the bed.
"I'm going to miss you, Craig," she whispered in between kisses. She had cute lips that made tiny smacking sounds when she kissed.
"I will, too" I said. "I'll e-mail you everyday if you want" I had figured that's what she wanted to hear. She smiled, and we kissed again. I was her first boyfriend, and we hadn't done anything more than kiss. But that night I wanted to push the boundaries of exploration. My hand shyly crept up and under her long sleeve shirt. I had never done this before, but I was willing to press my luck to find out what her breasts felt like.
Kerry didn't resist my advances, and my hand soon cupped her bra. She was lying down on her back, and her entire breast had disappeared into her chest. Only her erect nipple stood up, and held her bra up like a loose tent. My fingers encircled her nipple, and roughly squeezed it. Kerry winced a bit, but didn't stop me. I eased up, realizing my mistake, and lightly played with it. I held my breath, as I repositioned my hand, and pushed it under her bra. My fingers were on bare flesh now. Her hard nipple was simply the greatest thing I had ever touched in my life.
The bus hit a speedbump, and I was thrust back into the present. I looked around and re-oriented myself. I realized that I had a hard-on, and felt a rush of blood come to my face. I could only imagine the shade of red I was. For a fleeting moment, I thought about jerking off, to relieve the pressure that had built up. I surveyed my surroundings. The bus had been dimmed, and most people seemed to be asleep. Two seats in front of me, I could see a man with gray hair, and sitting next to him was a sandy-blonde haired woman. I had seen her get on about two hours ago, and when she walked by me to go to the bathroom, I drank up her body. She was about 5'8", with a curvy body, large tits that I guessed were fake, and a naturally seductive face. Her clothes seemed to be poured over her, and I had tried to find any sign of bra or pantylines. I could not. Every time I looked for her, she was sitting in a different seat, and always sitting by another guy.
As my eyes adjusted to the light, I noticed that the woman's left shoulder seemed to be moving slightly up and down. My mind immediately thought, "She's giving him a handjob." But I pushed that thought aside as a figment of my overly active and horny imagination.
My eyes drifted out the window, and I began to doze off. A few minutes later, I felt a rush of movement next to me. I turned around, and was face to face with the sandy-blonde.
"Hiya," she said. "I'm Renee."
I was stunned for a moment that this beautiful woman was sitting next to me. "I'm Roger," I finally got out. My eyes drifted down from her face across her plunging neckline of her tight solid blue T-shirt, and locked in on her oversized breasts. Her nipples were pushing out through the fabric, hard as erasers, and I certainly tell now that she was not wearing a bra. My eyes snapped back up to hers. I hoped she didn't notice my lustful staring.
