I turned my alarm off with a groan. I had stayed up late studying again last night, and now felt like I hadn't slept in days. My final exams were coming up though, and I was determined to get a high score so that I could get into any college I wanted to.
"I've made you breakfast, but if you don't hurry, you'll miss your train," my mom reminded me.
I groaned again. She's right, and it's my own damn fault for choosing to attend a prestigious high school an hour's commute from home, but still... At this moment, it sucks!
Thankfully, my school had a uniform, so I didn't need to waste any time trying to figure out what to wear. I'd gone to bed wearing only my bra and panties -- no pajamas -- so it took practically no time at all to slip into my knee-length skirt. I buttoned up my blouse as I rushed to the kitchen.
This morning, breakfast was miso soup and 2 soft-boiled eggs. I downed the soup quickly, and then took the eggs with me as I gathered up my backpack and raced to catch my train.
I made it just in time, and panted from the exertion of running. As always, the train was so packed full of morning commuters that I was jostled and pushed until I managed to grab hold of one of the railings provided to steady any passenger lucky enough to reach it. I sent up my ritual prayer of thanks that I was taller than all the other girls, and could reach the railing.
Even so, holding onto it still took a lot of effort. Especially since the train was so crowded that every little bump or sway made the people inside it lean into those that surrounded them on all sides. We were packed in tight -- like sardines in a can.
Mostly, this wasn't so bad, but occasionally, someone got bold enough to grope me, knowing that I would never really know for sure who he was. According to school gossip, it's actually pretty common for girls and women to get groped if they take the train. The best advice anyone could give was to just ignore it.
Sure enough, ignoring it had seemed to work. Whichever hands stroked me from time to time did so quickly, and then left me alone.
I shook my head to clear my thoughts. I'd much rather think about my boyfriend! He and I had been seeing each other for a couple of months now, and he seemed perfect for me in every way. He was smart, funny, attentive, but most importantly, we were both likely to get into any college we wanted. We had promised to go to the same one. We actually chose the same 5 to apply to.
I sighed happily as I remembered our last study session. Every time one of us quizzed the other and received the correct answer, the reward was a kiss. The kissing led to petting, which ended up with me in his bed. I returned home late that day, but my mom didn't mind once I told her that I got carried away while studying and lost track of time.
The train made stops every 10 minutes or so, and each time it did, less people got off than got on. As a result, the train grew even more crowded, and it felt like we were all hugging each other tight for fear that we'd all fall over and never be able to get back up again if we didn't. My one arm ached from holding the railing, and I slowly wiggled my other arm up from my side so that I could switch arms, but I had to be careful not to stroke the passengers surrounding me inappropriately.
The train lurched unexpectedly, and the movement was enough that I got my hand free fairly easily. Now holding the railing above me with both hands, I waited for the roughness to smooth out.
I growled inaudible with barely contained tolerance as I felt someone grope me. This time I was absolutely certain that it was whoever was directly behind me. He -- at least I presumed it was a he -- had steadied himself by grabbing my hips when the train lunged a moment ago, and now his hands were wandering up my skirt to caress my butt.
He was standing so close to me that I could feel his entire body pressed up against my back. This wasn't any surprise though since I was pressed just as closely to the man in front of me.
I did my best to ignore his groping, but he continued much longer than anyone else did. Finally, he moved his hands off me, and I sighed in relief. A moment passed, and I was dismayed to realize that I still had about 20 minutes until I reached my stop.
The hand resumed its groping, only this time, it got so much bolder than anyone had dared to in the past. I felt the hand worm its way between my legs, and then under my panties and between my lips. I gasped with outrage!
The sad thing is that not even the man in front of me -- whose ear was mere inches from my mouth -- heard me. The train was loud, and all the passengers murmuring made it impossible to hear anything. I sincerely wished I could move, but I was firmly stuck in place until the next station at the very least.
I looked up at my hands as yet another bump tried to knock me off my feet. My groper used the momentum to his advantage. He pushed my legs a bit apart, and then I felt his hand pressing into me.
That's not his hand!!! I gasped again as I realized that he was gently but firmly pushing his dick into me. Oh my God! The nerve of some people!
I tried to turn my head so that I could tell him off, but my backpack was in the way. I couldn't even see him. I knew that if the man in front of me couldn't hear me, then the chances of the man behind me hearing me were slim to none.
Another jostle of the train, and he was buried pretty deep inside me. I was astonished to realize that he felt good! Really good!
I tried once more to turn my head so I could at least see who was doing this to me, but the best I could do was smell him. He smelled exotic, like his manly cologne was made in a foreign country. His breath smelled like coffee, and something sweet.
He was restricted by the crowd, but he managed to thrust in and out ever so slightly for several minutes. I panted from the unexpected pleasure, holding onto the railing almost desperately in case I fell and this stopped. I didn't want it to stop!
It suddenly occurred to me that we were almost to the next stop. People would shift around, and we might be exposed! Right now, the chances that anyone could actually see what we were doing were practically nonexistent, but if people got off the train -- especially if the crowd thinned -- it would be pretty obvious!
I blushed at the thought! I'd be so embarrassed if anyone realized what was happening!
Strangely, that thought made me shudder. My whole body shook from it, and I was gasping again. The pleasure was incredible! I didn't even feel this way with my boyfriend!
He pulled me into him as much as possible, and then I felt flooded with heat. I must admit that I was strangely disappointed when I realized that he was done now. Not a moment too soon, it seemed!
We arrived at the next stop, and I felt him slide out of me abruptly. My back felt inexplicably cold as his presence practically vanished. I tried to look around to see who he was, but no one looked like they had just finished having sex.
It felt weird having his cum slowly ooze out of me, but oddly, my panties returned to their normal position without any help from me. I really wish I had brought a spare pair with me.
Oh my God! His cum is inside me! Whenever I had sex with my boyfriend, we used a condom to prevent pregnancy. This unknown stranger could have gotten me pregnant or given me an STD!
I started to panic, but then forced myself to shake it off. There's absolutely nothing I could do about that now. I absolutely HAD to focus on my final exams!
When the train finally reached my stop, I fought my way out of the crowd just in time to get off before the train resumed its course. My boyfriend waved at me.
