Back Of The Bus

Jack dropped into the furthest back seat on the school bus. He chose this seat not because the cool kids sat in the back of the bus, although they did, but because he was unfortunate enough to be the first stop the bus made in the morning. He was certainly not in the category of "cool kids". He learned early on that if he sat toward the front, most of the kids would taunt him as they walked by, their backpacks "accidentally" hitting him in the face. If he sat in the furthest back, he was just ignored, which suited him fine. They never wanted to sit all the way in the back so he had a little bit of solitude, at least.

As more kids boarded the bus at subsequent stops, he closed his eyes and leaned back, his mind drifting. He thought briefly about an upcoming school project but that bored him. His mind eventually settled on one of his favorite topics: girls. Which one he liked, which ones he had a chance with. Despite the former being a very large pool, the second was minuscule and thus there was no overlap.

He was startled from his reverie by someone sitting down next to him. He figured it was one of the seniors who came back to pick on the scrawny junior. Bracing, he opened his eyes and prepared for a witty retort. To his surprise, he saw April, staring at the back of the seat in front of them. He had several conversations with her over the last several month since she had started high school as a sophomore. He recalled them as long deep conversations where they shared intimate details of their lives, their hopes and dreams. Deep down he knew they were idle conversation that ready into way too much. He viewed her as a friend, although being as unpopular as he was, Jack tended to consider other people friends long before they reciprocated. She turned her head and looked into his eyes. She looked like she was wanted to say something but was having a difficult time starting. Jack frequently had the same problem, especially with pretty girls.

And April was pretty, albeit maybe not in a typical sense. She had tight black curls and she never seemed to know what to do with them. It was also easy to stare at the large freckle on her lower lip, or the way her cheekbones were a little too round to be traditionally beautiful. But she had beautiful brown eyes, full soft (or so he imagined) lips, a smattering of freckles on her small nose and a quick and delightful smile. She had an average frame - not the stick thin that most guys seemed to lust after, but certainly not fat - with small but toned muscles and nice breasts that fit her frame. He tried his best not to let his gaze drift downward, but failed. Being so cold out, everyone was wearing heavy jackets, so he gazed at where he assumed her breasts were, had they not been buried under a heavy winter coat and a thick sweater. It didn't really matter since he had stared at them several times through a white t-shirt and that still didn't get him any closer to knowing what they looked or - sigh - felt like.

"Jack, you like me, yeah?"

His head snapped up to look at her face and he realized she had caught him staring at her, well, upper torso somewhere. He flushed slightly, and seeing his reaction, her eyes twinkled in amusement. Her mouth, however, did not twitch, and she was biting on her lower lip, seemingly nervous about the response to the question she just asked. He stammered at first, not immediately recognizing it as a question by her flat tone.

"Um, uh, yeah. I do." he mumbled in response. Then, a little more clearly and (hopefully) convincingly, "Yes." He wasn't really sure what to say; she asked him a yes-or-no question and she seemed like she had more to say but was hoping he'd ask some sort of follow-up question to help her out. His mind raced trying to think of something else to say.

Before he could think of something, she sighed lightly and tightened her lips in what seemed like resolve or maybe resignation. She then flashed a smile and said "I need your help with something."

"Uh, of course. Anything." He really had no idea what she was going to ask. "What do you need me to do?"

"Just relax. Act natural." She quickly looked around and then, looking down, she reached out her hands to his crotch. He flinched when she made contact with the fabric and put his hands on hers to push them aside. She looked up at his face as he did the same, and she gave a reassuring smile and repeated "Just relax. Act natural."

He took a ragged breath and looked around. He wasn't sure if he was hoping no one was looking or if he had witnesses. He then felt her hands rubbing over his jean zipper, and was sure she could feel his hard cock underneath. It had been that way since she sat down. The zip of his zipper pulled his focus back down and he saw her reach one hand into his underwear (why tighty whiteys today?) and grab his penis. He struggled not to make a noise while he felt the first hand on his cock that wasn't his. It was slightly cold, but soft and firm. She used her other hand to pull down the waistband and expose his cock to the open air. She had her hand wrapped around the shaft and was staring at it as if she'd never seen one before. She slowly ran her fingers over the skin of the shaft and then over the head before wrapping her fingers around the shaft. After a moment of the sensation of having it just being held, she squeezed it a little tighter and started to stroke his erection. It was similar in technique to how Jack masturbated, but at the same time felt nothing like he had ever felt before.

Jack suddenly sensed she was looking at his eyes and not his cock. He looked up at her and met her gaze. She again flashed a quick smile and said "Its okay. Just relax." Despite himself, he gave her a small smile in return. He wasn't entirely sure how we was supposed to relax, with a pretty girl stroking his cock in plain view on the back of the bus, but he certainly didn't want her to stop. If anyone peeked over the seat, they could see what was happening. In fact, he had a sense there were several girls a few rows up that kept glancing back, although given the angle he wasn't sure they could see anything. Well, maybe his surprise and subdued panic. He suddenly had a flash that this was some kind of practical joke. He wasn't sure what the plan was, but just when he was about to say something, she suddenly looked down at his cock. Again, her lips tightened in resolve, and then she swiftly leaned forward and took the tip of his cock in her mouth, still holding the base of his cock with her delicate fingers.

He was completely unprepared for the sensation: wet, soft, surprisingly warm, especially compared to the cool air. He looked down to watch but could really only see the back of her head- her black curls were pulled back with some sort of clip. Maybe a small dragonfly, although it was only barely holding back her wild curls. He wasn't sure why he was focusing on her hair clip right now, except that he got the impression that if he completely gave on to her ministrations, it wouldn't be long until he came, and he wanted to make it last because he didn't know if this would ever happen again.

Jack glanced around to see if anyone could see. The rowdy kids in the seats a few rows up were completely ignoring him, even though he was sure they could see April's head buried in his lap if they merely looked. For once, he was glad he was invisible to them.

He could feel her lips, which were gently wrapped around the head of his penis, start to slide down the shaft, taking more of him in her mouth. Her tongue, which had been swirling over the tip, exploring and tasting him, swooped down to lick the shaft as it entered her mouth. No longer able to focus on anything but her slippery lips and stroking tongue, he closed his eyes and laid his head back on the seat.

As soon as he did, she began to slide her mouth up and down the entire length of his cock. When she got to the base and he was fully engulfed on her mouth, it felt like she would slide her tongue around the front of his shaft, but she also seemed to be licking the tip, too. He could feel her tongue pressing against the underside of his cock when she would slowly withdraw her mouth. Then she would run it over the tip (again?) while she slide her mouth back to the base and then started the process over. It was the most incredible sensation he had ever felt.

As he suspected, it didn't take very long for him to get to the point of no return. His hand involuntarily reached up to the back of her head, his fingers entwining in her curls. His hips pushed slightly off the seat, instinctively trying to push deeper into her mouth. He figured the polite thing to do was to warn her, so he whispered "I'm, uh, about to..."

"Mmm-hmm..." she responded around his cock. If he weren't about to come and was paying closer attention, he could probably notice a tone of amusement in her voice. But his mind was elsewhere and the sensation of her making a noise while her lips were wrapped around his penis was enough to send him over the edge.

It was unlike any orgasm he had ever had. He felt it throughout his whole body, the sweet, tight tension and release of every muscle. Each burst of semen was distinct and each felt like the first one he had ever had. He tried to suppress a loud moan, but it still forced its way out of his throat, sounding like a cross between a gasp and a pant. As his spurts lessened and slowed, he realized his hand, still tangled in her curls, was clenched and he must have been pulling her hair. He relaxed his hand, but it still ached slightly from being balled into a fist so tightly. Just as he started to relax his hips back into the seat, he felt her entire mouth contract around his cock as she swallowed. It was intense, almost painful. She moved her lips up and down his shaft a little more while her tongue licked around his head to get every bit of cum. After a few moments of this, she gently slid her mouth off his cock and, another moment later, removed her hand.

As she sat up and he saw her face for the first time since she gave him his very first blowjob, she gave him a wry smile. She had a bit of his come on her lower lip, just next to her large freckle, and she was wiping it off with her hand. He was fumbling for something to say, something clever, or even something at all. She beat him to it.

"That was fun."

He couldn't place her tone. It seemed unbelievable that she enjoyed making him come in her mouth, yet there wasn't a trace of irony. He assumed that she'd get up and go back to her seat, but instead she just sat there, looking at him. He fumbled with fixing his underwear and pants, which was difficult partly because of his shaky hands, and partly because he felt powerless to break their stare. Sometimes she smiled, sometimes she had a more intense look, usually when she met his eyes. Once she cocked her head slightly, considering him. After what his mind assumed was six hours (years, centuries) of her staring at him and him trying to find something to say that approached the swirl in his mind, the bus slowed down and came to a stop at the school. She stood up and waited for the students to file off the bus, and that seemed to release his mind. He wondered what she looked like naked, what her breath smelled like, how her skin felt against his fingers, how she tasted and sounded while he licked her clitoris (if he could find it - next stop, Wikipedia). He finally pieced together some words.

"That was incredible. Let me know if you, you know, want me to, um, return the favor or something." He silently cursed his awkwardness; that sounded much better in his head. He was such a dork.

When the line in the aisle had moved, she took a step, stopped, turned and looked at him and smiled. She said, "You know, I may just take you up on that."

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April really didn't like the 4 Phonies. Every time she rode the bus, they always seemed to be sitting in the two sets of seats right behind her, forcing her to listen to their inane chatter. Who they liked (guys with big muscles who spoke in grunts), who liked them (everyone, duh), what they liked doing (being given expensive purses and teasing guys), and what they didn't like doing (having sex with a guy they haven't first tortured half mad with their teasing). It irritated her that they really only ever talked about that stuff (although, admittedly, a deep Philosophical discussion on social injustice spoken in whore-voice would have been worse, especially given the fact they felt poor people couldn't get jobs because they didn't dress nicely for the interviews). It irritated her that they reinforced the perception that women must be seduced into "giving it up" with purchases of expensive clothes and that women don't really even like sex and therefore use it as a weapon, making it a self-fulfilling prophecy. That would be fine if guys weren't too stupid to realize that was only some girls and some of them were really kind of nice. It even irritated her that the best she could up with was "4 Phonies". It was alliterative, but that was really all it had going for it. 4 Fucking Phonies was okay, but just seemed gratuitious. She tossed around other "F" words. Fart-knockers. Too crude. Fenugreek. Okay, that's dumb. Flipping. Fantabulous. Fuckin' A she felt stupid.

"Fellatio!" This was followed by several giggles. April looked up to see the twat with the huge lips simulating a blowjob, using her tongue to make her cheek poke out. She never understood that - if a guy's penis was making your cheek bulge during a blowjob, then it seemed like you were doing it wrong. Maybe it felt good to do that, but then again, rubbing the head against the inside of your cheek would be one thing, stabbing yourself in the cheek is something else entirely. She'd never touched a guy's penis, but that didn't stop her from using her brain.

Glitter-face chimed in "Eww, totally stop. I totally can't stand to do that for more than a few seconds. What if he, you know, shot?"

Fake-nose added her two cents (what a rip-off) "Nah, it takes them a while to do that. Sometimes too long. That's why I hate giving blowjobs. Once you start they only want to do that and it makes my jaw hurt."

Bad-dye-job said "Yeah, I totally hate when they shoot. Its so gross. I only do it when they really deserve it."

"And I just feel so used, like my mouth's their cum dump and they don't care about me. Like with, you know, what's his name. That one guy. Remember? He did that, and I was like, 'Do you even know my name?' So rude. I'm not just a mouth." said big-lips. To which Glitter-face added to the discourse with a totally necessary "Oh yeah. Totally. Like, totally totally. Yeah."

Despite her best efforts, April rolled her eyes and let out a sigh. She didn't realize she was even on their radar until they stopped talking and she heard one of them say, "What's your problem, curly?"

"Nothing. No problem." she replied. She kept facing forward, not out of shame or fear but to just avoid having a conversation.

"Figures. You don't know anything." said fake-nose.

"Yeah, you totally don't know anything." added bad-dye-job. "Cunt."

At that, April got irritated. "Okay, you want to know my problem? Its you. All of you, and your guerrilla warfare approach to dating and sex. Sex is not a weapon, and sex isn't a down-payment. Sex is supposed to be fun by itself, and if it isn't, well, don't fuck it up - and the guys whose only crime is to be stupid enough to want to spend time with you - for the rest of us." She immediately regretted saying it, not the least because she was sure they didn't understand the last sentence given its complex structure and their C-minus English grades.

Outraged noises all around, with a few "Cunt"s and "Bitch"es thrown in, but no real retort until Fake-nose said, "You know what, if you want to be treated like a tissue paper, you go right ahead. Be a slut who lets guys just use them."

"Its not being used if I choose to do it. And given that its their cock in my mouth, I'm not really sure how I don't have complete control." This confused them because it contained deeper ideas like free choice and control that didn't perfectly line up with their societally-induced ideas. Hang on, she thought, what society are we talking about, anyway? While she pondered that significantly more interesting thought, she missed a few things they said. She only heard bad-dye-job calling her a cunt again before she narrowed her eyes and said "What?"

"I said, I bet you've never even given a blowjob. If you had, you'd know how degrading it is." Huge-lips looked self-satisfied with her thesis statement and her friends glowered like she had just given a coup de grace. April had enough. She got up and went to the only open seat she saw that wasn't next to someone who she knew smelled like rotten cabbage. Walking past the jeers of the Quatro Cuntos ("Ooh! That's better!" she thought. "I may have to keep that one"), she walked half-sideways (the only way to walk down a school bus) and plopped down into the seat next to Jack.

She liked Jack. He was awkward, certainly, but quite sweet. Once he got over his awkwardness, he was quite fun to converse with. Smart and clever, he always seemed to be holding back. She knew it was because of girls like the bitches a few rows up who constantly made them feel bad, so she usually tried to give him extra time to assemble his thoughts and get comfortable. Once he did, she could see someone very cool inside. It didn't hurt that he had unruly hair, an angular face, and dark features, all of which she found kinda sexy. His eyes also had a seriousness about them, which she found intriguing, but the fact he was decently shy meant he rarely looked anyone in the eyes. She turned her head and found him looking at her with curiosity. She figured he was wondering why she suddenly sat next to him. Yes, definitely interesting eyes. It momentarily caused her to lose her train of thought; fortunately he didn't maintain eye contact very long so she could begin thinking again.

What was she doing? She knew that yelling at the girls wouldn't do anything other than make them hate her more. But it dug at her that they were right. She didn't know what it was like. She assumed, she guessed, her body responded to the ideas, but she hadn't experienced it - any of it. And she did want to find out. She wanted to find out for a long time, but never did anything about it. She didn't want to just find some guy, but she also knew if she waited for "the right guy" nothing would happen because she didn't know what that meant. So who would be someone she liked and thought well enough of that also liked her?

The blinding flash of the obvious struck her and before she really thought about how to phrase what she was thinking, she blurted out, "Jack, you like me, yeah?"

She didn't realize his mind was elsewhere, but she was aware that her question clearly came out of the blue. He looked into her eyes again and she relaxed a bit, but still was nervous. The question hung there like a mote of dust caught in a ray of sunlight. She started to think of a way to mitigate the awkward silence, but before she could come up with anything, he said, "Um, uh, yeah. I do." Great, now he was put on the spot. What else would he say? She already felt flustered, and now she was sitting here waiting for him to say something and she had given him no idea what she wanted to hear.

"Yes," he said, more plainly. For some reason it put her quite a bit more at ease. It didn't sound like a forced pleasantry. Rather, it was more like a heartfelt confession. Maybe she hadn't completely alienated him. She thought idly about when she could invite him over, but wasn't sure when the logistics would work out. Or maybe she could go over to his place? How do you ask that? And how far out are we talking? She didn't want to rush into anything and force an awkward situation, but she also really really wanted to do, well, something. She wasn't even sure what, but she knew even just a small something would be enough for her, maybe even something she could do here and now.

She inhaled and held her breath for a moment, bracing for the huge step. She let it out and smiled at him, hoping it would relax him (and if she was lucky, her, too). "I need your help with something."

"Uh, of course. Anything. What do you need me to do?"

"Just relax. Act natural."

She took a glance around to see who would be able to see and whether she thought anyone cared. She quickly (too quickly, probably) decided they were safe. She reached out her hand and put it on his crotch. She could only feel the denim of his jeans, but that was apparently enough to startle him. As he shifted and moved to grab her hand, she sensed he was going to remove it, so she moved first to push his hands away. She looked up and saw the surprise in his face, looking at her like she was crazy.

Maybe she was crazy. Crazy for forcing this to happen right now. Crazy for assuming that he'd want this. Crazy for assuming that if he did want this, that he'd want her to do it. Liking her and wanting to have sex with her were pretty different things. She wasn't the prettiest, the most skilled, or even had a great body. She hesitated a second, but now, she had gone too far already to not be considered crazy either way. She pushed aside her doubts and plunged forward.

"Just relax. Act natural." she said, more to herself than to him.

She quickly grabbed hold of his zipper and unzipped his jeans, the flaps falling apart. She didn't see the point in trying to feel him through his underwear, so she immediately reached under the waistband and grabbed a cock for the very first time. It was warm and soft and very hard. She idly wondered if she did anything in particular to make him hard. Given the angle and the underwear, she couldn't do much beyond grasp at his cock, so she pulled the waistband down and exposed it to the air. Her hand closed around his cock and she held it still so she could look at it. Even though it looked exactly as she expected - a full head perched on top of a pink shaft coming out of a thin thatch of hair - she was momentarily caught off guard with the realization that she was actually holding a cock in her hand. She started to run her fingers over the shaft and head, trying to memorize the sensations and curves. She was snapped out of her reverie by feeling him shift his hips and feeling his shaft twitch in response to her touch. She felt the rush of power, the thrill of controlling someone else's pleasure.

She knew it - she knew that giving someone else pleasure wasn't being used, nor was it using. It was just as pleasurable for her as it was for him. She gripped his cock a little tighter and stroked it up and down several times, and reveled in how she loved being right.

She suddenly realized that he really hadn't gotten an opportunity to consent to this, that she had blind-sided him. If the situation were reversed and a guy unbuttoned her pants on the bus, would she have let it happen. She honestly couldn't say yes. Looking into his face, tense with pleasure, she watched him respond to her touch. He looked up at her and looked into her eyes; his intense eyes seemed even more focused, more deep. It made her smile to think about the pleasure she was giving him. When she saw a brief flash of hesitancy, of self-consciousness in his eyes, she was about to abandon the whole thing. But then he smiled, and she took that as enough of a sign. "Its okay. Just relax."

She considered her position for a moment after he broke their gaze to glance around nervously. She wasn't entirely sure what she would do next; she wasn't even sure how she got here. It was just a series of snap decisions and impulses. She also wasn't sure when she got so turned on. She pressed her thighs together and felt the warm, delicious sensation on her clitoris. She also felt the spreading wetness from her pussy on her thighs. At that point, she just gave in to the moment and leaned forward to take his cock in her mouth.

The tip slipped between her lips and she stopped there, reveling in the sensations. She licked it slightly, running her tongue around the rim, and up over the top, running it gently over the opening. She tightened and loosened her lips to feel the way he responded to different pressures, she gently sucked, and gently exhaled. He seemed to respond to all of it, his head swelling slightly, periodically. After she had thoroughly explored the head, she started to take more of his cock into her mouth, sliding down in infinitesimally small increments. As more shaft entered her mouth, her tongue would welcome it, tasting and feeling the ever-increasing amount of skin it could reach.

Finally, she felt him completely relax and give in to her mouth and tongue. It was a completely rush that, in the middle of a bus and in plain view of anyone who cared to look, she could get an extremely self-conscious boy in such a compromising position to completely relax. The revelation made her increase her pleasuring of his hard penis and took all of him in her mouth, feeling the tip rubbing against the back of her mouth and the entrance of her throat. Having hit bottom, pressing her lips against her fingers still holding the base of his cock, she slid her mouth back up to the tip. Her tongue would lead the way, swirling back and forth along the shaft. At the top, with just the tip in her mouth, her tongue lick across the entire top twice before she descended down to the base and repeated her ministrations.

After a dozen or so complete trips, she felt his thighs tighten and his hips push up. She initially assumed he wanted her to take him deeper, but quickly realized he was getting close and instinctively thrusting. She felt his hand suddenly grab her head. Not hard or forceful, just pressed lightly against her scalp, like he didn't know what to do with it. It was shaking from the pleasure. She mentally braced herself for him to come, although she kept sliding her mouth up and down his shaft as she had been.

"I'm, uh, about to..." he whispered. It struck her as funny that he didn't think she could tell. She wanted to acknowledge his words, but wasn't really able to say anything with his cock in her mouth, so she just muttered "Mmm-hmm..." around his cock.

At that, he came in her mouth. His hand contracted fiercely around her hair, pulling slightly. She could tell he was trying not to make any noise and was impressed that he was able to refrain. She knew that she wouldn't have done as well if she were the one having the orgasm. At first, she wasn't sure what happened since she could feel his cock contracting like he was coming, but there wasn't any semen. After a moment, though, she tasted it; he must not have shot very hard. She licked around his shaft, tasting the semen, deciding the taste, while somewhat salty and thick, wasn't gross like she feared. After he seemed to be done spurting, she used her tongue to corral the semen to the roof of her mouth and then swallowed the whole load. Yes, it definitely wasn't at all unpleasant. In fact, she kept her mouth there a few moments more, cleaning the shaft and tip and gathering the stray bits of come into her mouth. When she finally removed her mouth, a bit dribbled out and she released his cock with the hand that had been holding the base and wiped her lips. As she did so, she gave him a reassuring smile.

With a flipness that belied her complete arousal, she said, "That was fun."

He didn't say anything right away, and although he did start putting his clothes back into place, he didn't break their stare. Her mind felt surprisingly settled and had no trace of being uncomfortable or having any regrets. She instead felt a great thrill from having just given someone such thorough pleasure. There was something in his eyes that she couldn't quite read. At times it looked like gratitude and she smiled as if to say she enjoyed it quite a bit herself. At other times, it looked like he wanted more - more of the pleasure, more of the contact, more of her. She seemed to like that idea as well, and tried to somehow convey that with her eyes. She wasn't sure she succeeded.

As the bus pulled to a stop at the school, she got up and moved to the aisle to disembark. She was suddenly more aware of the wetness between her legs. It had started to get slightly uncomfortable and she felt it a little further down her thigh. The memory of how his face looked while she stroked his cock, the feelings of his cock in her mouth, and the taste of his come all flooded her mind. She needed to get to a bathroom and give herself at least one orgasm, maybe two, if she was going to have any hope of being anything but useless today.

"That was incredible. Let me know if you, you know, want me to, um, return the favor or something." The words triggered in her an image of him kissing her neck, her nipples, her stomach, and his head lowering to slowly lick her clitoris to orgasm. She smiled to herself at the thought. The line had moved to exit the bus. She took a step, stopped, turned and looked at him and said, "You know, I may just take you up on that."

She didn't think even 3 would do the trick now.