Of course I was the last one on the bus AGAIN.
There were never any good seats left at the end of the day. The bus was overcrowded. Probably because it was raining. My boots squished on the anti-slip mat while I hurried to the back of the bus to find a seat. It looked like there was only one spot available, but Jacob (the quiet boy in my class) had his belongings on it.
"Can I sit there?" I asked him as the bus started to move, accelerating fast down the residential road. I had to brace myself against the sudden lurch.
It was only common decency that Jacob moved his stuff for me, but he apparently didn't get the hint. He just stared at me with those wide, crystal blue eyes of his. A deer caught in headlights. I always forgot how weird boys sometimes get when girls talk to them. Jacob glanced around the bus nervously before responding with a softly spoken, "Sure." He scooted over an inch to make some room for me.
"Thanks… I guess." I was perplexed at first but sat anyway, perched on the small space Jacob made. We were both scrawny. Even so, there was still hardly any room for us both. I was practically sitting on Jacob's lap for christsake! Half my ass was hanging off the edge of the seat.
I didn't know Jacob that well. He was kind of a loner, aloof, timid, preferring to keep to himself. His body language was guarded at all times. He didn't have any friends to speak of.
Glancing past him, I realized he not only had his backpack on the seat by the window (which was where I wanted to sit), but he also had a mat black instrument case there too, wedged in between the wall and the seat. Jacob played the trumpet in band class before school on Tuesdays and Thursdays. Of course band geeks tended to be overprotective about their instruments. THAT'S why he wouldn't move it. Now it all made sense. Why didn't he just say that? Meanwhile, I put my backpack down on the floor. I wasn't worried about it sliding around or anything since we were in the back of the bus. Where else was it going to go?
Jacob remained quiet for a couple of minutes. The bus was loud, especially in the back. The engine roared. We felt every single bump and turn, their intensity doubled. Other kids yelled over one another, some tuned out with music or games on their phones and iPads. I couldn't really get comfortable with Jacob fidgeting beside me so I got up for a second. And as soon as I did, he shifted back to taking up the whole seat again. I looked at him and he met my gaze briefly before averting his eyes again. I noticed he was blushing a lot.
"What's your problem?" I huffed, confused and uncomfortable.
Jacob got even more flustered. "N-nothing... I'm fine..." he mumbled.
He was obviously lying, but I didn't care enough to find out why he was being so secretive and weird. Jacob had said I could sit, even though there was no room. Maybe he was just trying to be polite. He had no friends. I felt kind of bad for him. My eyes scanned the bus one more time to see if there were any more open spots I could take. But I saw not even a single one. I was stuck with Jacob.
None of my friends rode the bus. Their moms or dads picked them up. My parents worked the late shift so I had to take the bus home most days. A lot of the kids riding the bus were pretty ghetto in my opinion. I didn't really associate with that crowd. But Jacob wasn't like them. He was quiet and nerdy.
I looked sidelong at him. His hands were folded neatly in his lap now. I was a little apprehensive to sit there because I didn't want him touching my butt. If it weren't for the mean bus driver yelling at me to SIT DOWN I wouldn't have. I reluctantly took a seat directly on top of Jacob's lap, hoping he'd just give up and let me have the whole damn seat to myself. But he didn't. Where else was he going to sit anyway? I guess I would have to grin and bear it. I mean, it was only for a few miles. What's the worst that could happen?
Jacob was incredibly tense. I felt his fast breaths on the back of my neck. His hands moved to his thighs, palms facing down. At least he was wise not to cop a feel. He sat very still, in fact. But I felt the heat rising in him. It was nice actually. He was like my very own personal seat warmer.
Then, at last, he finally spoke up and said, "You know, you don't have to… sit so close..."
"Huh? Hey! Stop poking me," I whined because I felt what I thought was his finger at the time digging into my crack.
"Stop moving, y-you're…!" Jacob tried to say more, but his voice got all caught up in his throat.
I didn't see what the big deal was. I wasn't even doing anything. The bus was. We bounced with every pothole. I knew I shouldn't have worn a skirt today. It was really starting to hitch up my thighs. And Jacob was undoubtedly beginning to notice. It seemed that all my bouncing was flustering the poor guy.
The bus braked hard at a stoplight and Jacob tore his hands out from under me and they went around my waist instead to keep me still. But the touching didn't stop there. With Jacob's arms around me, I froze, realizing what I had been feeling poking me from below me was not his finger at all! He totally had a boner right now!
"Um. Jacob…?" I was so embarrassed, I couldn't even bring myself to confront him.
Jacob made an attempt to remove his hands from me, but the bus jerked forward again, causing him to tighten his grip instead. Then he buried his face in my hair and groaned as if in defeat. It was pitiful. Actually I felt really sorry for the guy. Jacob must've been mortified by now.
Since it was just us, I decided to show a little empathy and compassion towards my classmate. It did feel nice having him hold me like this (his arms were like a seatbelt). And when I leaned forward in anticipation of another harsh break, that hardness in Jacob's shorts actually felt pretty good on my pussy. My panties were getting damp with my wetness. The smooth polyester material of Jacob's uniform shorts provided some good gliding too as well. I started moving more purposefully against him now even while the bus was stopped.
But Jacob quickly caught on.
He let out a soft, shaky breath which blew past my neck, his body tensing. I felt his warmth and the addicting pressure of his erection, making it much more difficult to control my actions. Then I heard his soft voice come whispering in my ear, seductive without trying to be, "You really shouldn't do that..."
It gave me full body chills.
I peered over my shoulder at Jacob and saw that he had a strange look on his face. His eyes were glassy, unfocused, cheeks flushed, jaw slack. His nose and forehead were shiny with sweat, a brunette fringe clumped together. He looked like he had a fever or something (positively Victorian). I never realized how cute Jacob was until now. He was also rocking his hips slightly to meet my downward motions. I smiled. I had an idea.
There was an unusual amount of traffic due to the bad weather. So what better way to pass the time, than to experiment a little? Test the waters of what was appropriate to do in a public setting. No one seemed to notice us since we were shoved all the way in the back corner of the bus.
I reached beneath my bum and found the zipper of Jacob's shorts. And he nearly had a heart attack when my fingers unzipped his shorts, fumbling with his underwear before grasping and pulling his hard length free from its confines.
And with Jacob's cock literally in my hand, he still didn't stop me. I even made sure it was okay by double checking over my shoulder. Jacob only gave me an eager nod of approval. A bead of sweat ran down his face. I was starting to sweat too. The bus quickly grew humid, the windows all fogging up.
I found it endearing how Jacob's eyes held mine, just like how his hands had the back of my skirt bunched in his fists, encouraging me onward (or downward). He took in a steadying breath and exhaled a smile.
"Ready?" I asked, returning the gesture.
The bus answered for him. I tilted forward automatically and felt him move the dampened crotch of my panties out of the way, hormones driving out all self-control. Then I sat on Jacob's dick. A sharp grunt escaped his lips as my bare skin became flush with his. It was awesome how his shaft just sort slid right through my pussy folds. I felt his fingers dig into my sides as he steadied himself. I had to bite back a moan when he started grinding with his pelvis, inadvertently rubbing the blunt head of his cock against my clit. The bus lurched forward again followed by a sudden deceleration. And at the speed bump that came next, we were sent violently jostling up and down. Some kids whooped and hollered. Jacob and I joined them. The rollercoaster ride made his dick pop inside me a little.
I glanced over my shoulder at him again to see his eyes roll closed, a low groan rumbled in his chest pressed squarely to my back. Jacob tightened his arms around me, holding me in place while the bus bounced over another set of speed bumps, each jolt pushing him deeper and deeper into my body.
I didn't necessarily object to the intrusion.
Jacob went in quite easily. And I found myself wiggling around to get at a better angle until he was nestled all the way up inside me. I remarked at how cool it felt. Especially because we were basically having sex in public right now.
I'd never felt anything like this before—this complete fullness. Jacob's cock seemed to fit perfectly inside me without any pain or discomfort whatsoever. Maybe all that bouncing and moving loosened me up. Who knows? Jacob hips jerked a bit even as the bus lay still and some kids got off. I didn't even consider taking their seats. I had the best seat in the house right here.
Jacob pulled me down onto him more and a spark of pleasure zapped the base of my spine, flooding my belly with warmth before flowing down my legs in delightfully tingly waves.
I just kind of rode Jacob's dick like this for a while, grinding down on him while he bucked from below—a mutual shoving. It was remarkable how easily it came to us, that Jacob and I were having sex at thirteen! We were in junior high, barely in eighth grade and yet we were actually fucking each other.
The shaking of the bus helped a lot with this. The friction felt so heavenly. I didn't want it to end. I never wanted the bus to stop. But I could see through the windshield in front that we were coming up onto my neighborhood.
My stop was next.
Jacob must've realized this too, that I'd be getting off soon, leaving him with a raging hard-on and no release. He gripped my hips tighter, pulling me down harder onto him, and he whispered urgently, "Can I come? Just real quick?"
"What?" I asked, confused and slightly breathless myself.
"Please? I'll get you off too," he said more resolutely and one hand shot down between my legs, three fingers mashing my clit through my underwear just as he started hammering away at me, fast and determined. Then, the bus slowed and the back bounced us.
It was this combination of things which caused it. All of a sudden I felt Jacob stiffen and throb, a warmth shooting straight into me and out of me as an awesome pressure exploded from deep within. My pussy clenched around Jacob's cock, spasming. I felt really wet and weird, but good at the same time—this release.
My first orgasm, I thought. It wasn't what I expected at all. Jacob and I actually finished together. I couldn't believe it. It happened so fast.
He let out a sigh of relief. His chin touched my shoulder as he slumped forward and relaxed his grip. He fixed my skirt for me. I felt his cock jolt with another spasm. Jacob was still coming. Maybe I was too—the twitching wouldn't go away. I felt so full. So satisfied. The suddenness of both our orgasms caught me off guard, and I was barely cognizant that the bus was pulling to the side of the road.
"It's your stop," Jacob said softly.
"I know," I breathed, resting my arms on the seat in front of me for a brief moment. The kids sitting there were too busy on their phones to notice. As the bus came to a screeching halt, I quickly hopped off of Jacob's dick, clumsy on unsteady legs. I collected my backpack, all ready to leave when I stopped in the aisle for a second and turned to see Jacob quickly stuffing his dick back into his shorts.
"Well," I said, "I'll see you tomorrow."
"Y-yeah, tomorrow… See ya then!" Jacob forced a smile and waved at me awkwardly, trying to act as if nothing had happened between us.
I left the bus soon after and my heart was still racing with adrenaline.
What I rush.
I didn't even care about the pouring rain saturating my clothes and hair. It felt so refreshing on my short walk home after what Jacob and I had done—what we got away with. I was floating amongst the clouds.
I actually had sex! And with a guy in my class that I hardly even spoke to! Jacob's dick was literally inside me like not even two minutes ago. He got me to come on his cock. He used his magical musician's fingers to do so. I still couldn't really wrap my head around it.
As I went up the driveway to my house, I felt the sticky evidence of our encounter seeping into my underwear and trickle slowly down my inner thigh.
Then post nut clarity hit me like a son of a bitch.
We didn't use any protection!