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Best Bus Trip Ever
by Levi Chaon (xebpy@mail.com)
***
A recalcitrant teenager is saddled with a cross-
country bus trip to stay with his dad for the summer.
By chance, the person seated next to him is a young
girl who is no more excited about the trip than he
is. They somehow manage to make the trip mutually
pleasurable. (mf-teens, 1st, oral, rom)
***
So this was supposed to be a 'great' adventure, a bus
trip (yes, I said bus trip) from Concord, New
Hampshire to Flagstaff, Arizona. Why not fly, you
might ask? That's what I asked my dear mother when
she dropped this bomb on me. Her response? "Because I
don't have the god-damned money, that's why. Get over
it!" I was so not looking forward to three days on an
interstate bus.
Here's the situation. The day after school was out
for summer vacation, I was supposed to be on my way
to stay with my dad. The fact is that neither my mom
nor my dad gave a tinker's dam about me, one way or
the other. They were both 'busy types', you see. They
had their own lives to live and being saddled with a
fifteen year old son didn't fit well into either's
plans very conveniently. I lived for the day when I
could walk out of their lives a free person. So did
they.
Don't get me wrong, I'm no saint and I'll have to
admit to being somewhat of a smartass. In retrospect,
I think pissing them off was the only way I could get
any response from them at all. I knew I had a good
brain and learned early in life that it wasn't
particularly difficult to out-think and out-maneuver
either of them. All kids know how to push their
parent's buttons. I made a science of it.
When the bus left the station in Concord, it was only
about half full and I really hoped it would stay that
way. I went all the way to the back, thinking most
people would park before they got that far. I took
the window seat and placed my gym bag on the aisle
seat, hoping to discourage anyone from taking it. I
dreaded the thought of having some very kind but very
chatty little old lady settle in next to me and tell
me how much I reminded her of her grandson for
several hundred miles.
When I changed buses in Boston, the new one was
booked to capacity. I immediately bolted to the back
again, hoping against hope I wouldn't get paired with
someone who either had body odor or, almost as bad,
bathed in perfume. What I didn't expect but what I
got was a kid. I guessed her to be maybe twelve, not
particularly cute but not ugly either. At least she
would probably be someone I might have something in
common with; you know, similar tastes in music and
stuff. She had some books in a tote bag so I guessed
that's how she planned to endure the trip, wherever
she was going. We said "Hi", and that was the sum
total of our conversation till we were pretty far
down the highway on I-90. Her nose was buried in a
book before we even left the station.
It looked like it was going to at least be a quiet
trip so I took out my portable DVD player and ear
buds and popped in a movie to pass the time. I had
the whole 'Lord of the Rings' trilogy which I had
seen at least ten times but that didn't kill my
enthusiasm for it. About half way through the first
disc, I looked over and saw she was holding a tissue
to her nose and a tear was sliding down her cheek.
Now, I'm no knight in shining armor but it really
gets to me when I see a damsel in distress. I shut
off the DVD player and asked, "Is something wrong?"
She just looked at me and shook her head, trying hard
to hold it inside, but she failed and finally hid her
face in her hands and wept quietly with shaking
shoulders and all. For lack of anything better to do,
I reached around her shoulders and hugged her to me.
No resistance; she just stayed like that for a few
minutes until she got control. Looking up with red-
rimmed eyes, she half chuckled and half sobbed, "I'm
sorry. I thought I was over the crying but I guess I
was wrong."
"Is there anything I can do to help?"
"That's very nice of you but no, thanks. I'm just sad
about leaving my dad. I'm afraid I'll never see him
again and I really don't want to be going on this
trip."
"I'm on my way to stay with my dad for the summer. I
wouldn't be on this bus either, if I had a choice.
Where are you headed?"
"Albuquerque, New Mexico. That's where my dad's
sister lives. I guess I'll be living with her from
now on."
"How come?" Then it sunk in that I was being way to
nosey. "Sorry, it's none of my business."
"No, that's OK. My dad's real sick with cancer and he
can't take care of me anymore. My aunt said I could
live with her but they've already got a house full of
kids and I just know I going to be in everybody's
way."
"That's bad. Sorry about your dad."
"Thanks. He's been fighting it for years but we don't
think he'll make it this time." Sitting up and
shaking it off, she said, "But I don't want to talk
about it. Where are you going?"
"Flagstaff, Arizona. It's in the mountains. Looks
like we'll be traveling together for a couple of
days. My name is Kyle. What's yours?"
"Amie. Nice to meet you Kyle." We shook hands and
that got a grin out of both of us.
After that, the conversation picked up. One thing I
learned was that she wasn't twelve; in fact she was a
month older than me. She was just small. When I
looked more closely, trying not to get caught at it,
I could see that she actually had boobs, not big but
proportionate to her body. Apparently, she was also a
real brain because she was skipped a grade and would
be a junior in the upcoming school year. I guess I
was a little envious of that; I think I might have
been skipped a year except for being such a pain in
the ass to my teachers. It turns out that we actually
did have a lot in common and hit it off pretty well,
becoming friends in a matter of hours and promising
to stay in touch by Skype and e-mail.
Amie actually had a Mac Book in her tote and entered
my e-mail address and Skype name on it. We were both
surprised to find that the new buses not only had
WiFi but charging outlets right by the seats. She
sent an e-mail to her aunt letting her know that she
was on the way and then let me use it to check my
mail. I made a note to ask the driver if I could get
my own lop top out of my baggage at the next rest
stop.
By the time it got dark, we were half way across New
York. Since we were in the last row and since neither
of us were blubber-butts, we had plenty of room to
lean back, wiggle around and stretch out for a
reasonably comfortable sleep. The john was directly
across the aisle from us and all the other passengers
were all in front of us so it was relatively private.
Amie was smart enough to know that sleeping on an
air-conditioned bus could get a bit cool and she
reached into her magic bag (I'll never know how she
got so much stuff into it) and pulled out a little
flannel throw to cover herself. When I mentioned that
I wished I had thought of that, she smiled impishly
and scooted close to me to share. I don't normally
sleep well when I'm traveling but, with her warm body
next to mine, I drifted off into a pleasant snooze.
I awoke sometime in the middle of the night. Somehow
we had shifted around to where we were partially on
our sides with her little butt pushed against my
belly and my arm draped across her hip. As soon as I
was aware of the proximity of her bottom to my
always-hyper-responsive penis, I began to sprout a
boner. Go figure! Hard as it was for my thinking
brain to overcome the testosterone surging into my
bloodstream, I really did not want to trash a
blossoming friendship, so I carefully scooted my butt
back, not to make an impression, so to speak. Her
butt followed me.
Being incredibly naïve or incredibly stupid, I'm not
sure which, I just lay there thinking, OK, dummy. Now
what? My discomfort with the situation did nothing to
arrest the progress of my swelling member and her
butt pushing against it didn't help at all. I lifted
my arm off her hip thinking I'd kind of roll over
onto my back. She took hold of my hand before it had
moved six inches and placed it firmly on her breast,
at the same time pushing harder against the
protrusion in the front of my jeans.
OK, this was a message. At least I was pretty sure it
was a message but, not being a person with an over-
abundance of self-confidence, I had to be sure. I
turned my head, burying my nose in her hair and
whispered, "Are you awake, Amie?" She nodded her head
twice. My breathing began to feel kind of restricted.
"Um, do you want to do something or just lay here
like this?" The logistics of 'doing something' on a
bus full of passengers hadn't even begun to sink in.
The honest truth was that I had never done anything
with a girl other than kiss and grope which I had
found singularly unsatisfying.
She turned her head until our eyes met. "Let's just
lay here like this for a while, OK? It just feels
nice to be held."
I guess I was disappointed and relieved at the same
time. While I was considering the matter, my thumb
was slowly and gently stroking her nipple, or rather
where her nipple would be if she weren't wearing a
bra.
"That's nice," she sighed. "You can keep doing that."
Eventually, the heat of the moment faded and we
drifted off to sleep again.
The next time I woke up it was dawn. The sun hadn't
come up yet and there was a light fog over the
beautiful green fields of Indiana. Everything looked
fresh and new. I was lying on my back again and Amie
was scrunched up in a ball with her head on my
shoulder, sleeping like the most innocent child. I
knew I was growing some strong feelings for her and I
was drawn to her like I have never been drawn to
anyone before. I don't know if it was being confined
together in a small space or if it was sharing our
stories but I knew I wanted to hold her and protect
her so badly that I ached. When I turned my head and
kissed her forehead, her eyes fluttered open.
"Good morning, Kyle." She sat up and stretched. "Do
you know were we are?"
"According to the road signs, were somewhere in
Indiana. It should only be two or three hours to
Chicago and I think we have an hour and a half
layover there. I sure hope they have a restroom with
showers." I pulled my gym bag from under the seat.
"If you'll excuse me, I need to brush my teeth."
"Me next."
The rest of the way into Chicago, we chatted idly
about all the things that count as important to
people our age. Nothing was mentioned about our
'close encounter' during the night. My stomach began
to growl in complaint of inattention and two apples
materialized from her magic bag to take the edge off
our hunger until we got to the Chicago station.
About half the passengers disembarked there but I had
every confidence that it would be full again for the
leg to St. Louis. During the layover, we treated
ourselves to a good wash-up and a change of clothing
followed by a big breakfast. Amie changed from her
jeans into a knee length skirt and conservative white
blouse that looked like a Catholic school uniform.
She asked me how I liked it and I told her it was
nice but that I thought she looked better in jeans.
She just grinned and said, "Maybe."
Nothing exciting happened between Chicago and St.
Louis but we got to know each other a lot better.
Whatever the teen criteria for falling in love were,
we were meeting them and actually wound up holding
hands whenever we weren't reading or playing with our
electronic gadgets. Darkness fell as we were about
half way between St. Louis and Kansas City. It had
been a long day for both of us and we were more than
ready for sleep as she scooted close and shared her
throw. We got off for a few minutes and stretched our
legs in Kansas City but had no trouble getting back
to sleep as we headed into Kansas.
Amie got up in the middle of the night to use the
john so I decided to take advantage of the
disturbance and do the same. Nobody in front of us
was reading or anything so all the lights were dimmed
and it was pretty dark in the back where we were.
When we got settled under the throw again with her
head leaning on my shoulder, she whispered, "Kyle,
you want to know why I'm wearing a skirt?"
It took all of about two seconds for me to come up
with an answer. "I hope it has something to do with
access."
"Got it in one," she giggled, turning slightly onto
her side facing me. She tilted her face up and kissed
me lightly on the lips. At the same time my hand was
edging toward her bare leg, her hands began
unbuttoning my jeans. My fingers touched her knee and
actually trembled as they moved slowly up her thigh
toward the target of my lust. When she undid the last
button on my Levis, she whispered for me to raise my
butt and, together we tugged my jeans and boxers down
below my knees, springing my poor, distressed cock
free and providing some much needed relief. My
fingers once again began to explore and she moved her
legs apart in cooperation. I responded with an
audible sigh as her little soft hand grasped my shaft
and slowly moved up and down its length.
"Shh!" she chastised my lack of restraint. "We can't
make any noise. Keep an eye out for anyone coming
back to the restroom." I occurred to me that since we
were sitting right over the engine, our whispers and
shuffles were mostly buried in the background noise.
We were lucky too, because several people left the
bus in Kansas City and there were a few empty seats
including the two in front of us. Still, we didn't
know what the driver might do if someone reported two
kids having sex in the back of the bus.
My fingers reached their goal. She had taken off her
panties! I brushed my fingers through her bush and
found her pussy already wet and warm. Holding my
fingers, she demonstrated how and where I should be
rubbing her sex. When she was satisfied that I was
touching all the right places, paying particular
attention to her clitoris, she took my cock in hand
again and began stroking it, pulling the foreskin
back and smearing the copious pre-cum around the head
with her thumb.
"Let's go real slow and see how long we can make it
last," she panted softly in my ear as she unbuttoned
her blouse. She had also taken off her bra. She put
her hand behind my head and guided me down to her
breasts. I didn't need to be told what to do with
them; my mouth went to work licking and sucking her
hard little nipples as my middle and index fingers
began to move in and out of her tight vagina, her
hips rising slightly to meet each penetration.
"Stop! Someone's coming," she whispered. We made sure
we were completely covered by the throw and pretended
to be sleeping although my fingers were still making
tiny movements in her vagina causing her to clamp
down on them. The lady stepped into the restroom and
locked the door, showing no interest in us. Amie
stroked and I rubbed almost imperceptibly until the
passenger had finished her business and moved back up
the aisle to her seat.
"Keep your eyes open, I going under!" Her head ducked
under the throw and slid down my belly to take my
cock into her mouth. I had to bite my lip to keep
from moaning out loud. She took maybe three inches of
my length into her mouth and swirled her tongue
around the head, quickly bringing me near orgasm.
"Stop," I gasped.
She raised her head. "Is someone coming?"
"No. You're about to make me shoot."
She smiled. "I know." She dove under and took me into
her mouth again while she began to squeeze my balls
gently. I didn't last another thirty seconds before I
unloaded. She sucked and swallowed until I felt
completely empty and my panting body was as limp as a
rag doll. But she wasn't done with it yet; she
continued sucking and licking until my softening cock
revived and once again stood tall and ready for more.
"Oh, Amie, that was the best! I never felt anything
like that before. Thank you so much!"
She scrunched up against me and asked, "Have you ever
had sex with a girl?"
"I've never had sex with anyone but myself and,
believe me, it has never been this good. Can I lick
you now?"
"You know I'd love that but we'll never manage it the
way these seats are arranged. I've got a better
idea." She let go of my cock and reached into her
magic tote, taking out a little aluminum foil packet.
A condom! This must be the most 'prepared' girl in
the world. She ripped the packet open and expertly
rolled it down the length of my cock. It would only
go about half way but that would do the job.
"OK, scoot over so you can see down the aisle," she
urged. "Yeah, like that." Without making a sound, she
oozed her little body on top of mine. Reaching
between her legs, she found my cock and guided it to
her soppy wet opening, then slowly slid up and down
the shaft until she had taken all she could get into
her. "Yours is the biggest penis I've ever had in me
Kyle. I need to move real easy until I get used to
it. Try to take slow, deep breaths so you don't pant
so loud."
Looking back and forth between the aisle and her
pretty, flushed face, I fondled her cute tits and
pinched her nipples as she rode my cock, moving up
and down at a glacial pace. I kept thrusting up in an
effort to speed the progress but she would have none
of it. "Don't move, Kyle. Let me do it. You just try
to relax and enjoy it for as long as you can. I'll
stop every couple of minutes and rest so we don't
come too soon."
I couldn't say for sure, but I think she had at least
two or three orgasms in the next fifteen minutes
while I concentrated as hard as I could not to. My
cock and balls and probably the seat underneath me
were drenched with her juices.
We both felt it coming. Encircling her arms tightly
around my neck, she put her lips against my ear and
breathed, "OK, Kyle. Are you ready?"
My answer was to squeeze her to my chest and pump my
cock into her as far as it would go. I felt her clamp
down on me as a virtual torrent of semen splashed
into her, stream after stream. I couldn't seem to
stop shooting. Keeping quiet was one of the hardest
things I ever did; I wanted to howl in ecstasy. We
stayed like that, sweat mingling with sweat, my cock
buried in her vagina until we had caught our breath.
Amie slid off my body and took a small towel from her
tote (I was really beginning to wonder what all she
had in there), pulled the condom off and wiped me dry
then packed it against her pussy to catch all the
semen draining out of her. I raised my butt and she
helped me pull up my underwear and jeans. Moving
inside my arm and pressing herself against my chest,
she grinned and said, "This has to be the best bus
trip ever."
"I don't want it to end, Amie. Can't we just stay on
board until they kick us off? I can't stand the
thought of you leaving me in Albuquerque."
"I wish the choice was ours, but it's not. You know
we're going to stay in touch, Kyle. Besides, I'll
have my driver's license in a few months and I don't
think Flagstaff is that far away from Albuquerque, is
it?"
"I guess not, but I'm sure going to miss you. And not
just the sex; I'm going to miss you. I never felt
this close to anyone in my life." For a moment, I was
afraid I was actually going to cry, but I didn't. She
just hugged me and said, "I know."
I sat thinking about the chances of our meeting on a
cross-country bus trip. I had to satisfy my
curiosity. "Amie, how is it that you were so prepared
for everything. Were you planning on having sex with
someone on this trip?" That sounded so crude, even to
me. "No, wait! That didn't come out right."
She laughed. "You're right; that didn't come out
right at all, but I know what you meant. I'll tell
you. My dad is a very smart and a very forward-
thinking guy. He knew very well that when kids enter
puberty, raging hormones will drive them get what
their bodies crave, regardless of the barriers put up
in front of them. He taught me that, if I found
myself in a situation where sex was a definite maybe,
it would be totally stupid to risk pregnancy for lack
of a condom. You're only the third person in my life
that I've had sex with and I wouldn't have missed it
for the world. In fact, I'm hoping we can have sex a
lot in the future, that is, if you're interested."
"If I'm interested?"
That was all three years ago. Amie and I are both
students at ASU in Tempe and living together in a
little apartment off campus. When her dad died that
summer, he left her pretty well provided for. I
worked out a deal with my dad to finish high school
in Flagstaff, much to my mother's relief. I actually
got my head together and earned a scholarship to ASU.
Amie and I managed to be together on several
occasions. I don't know if you could call it 'Kismet'
but neither of us wanted to be with anyone else. We
both work part time to meet expenses and we couldn't
be happier.
Thanks for asking.
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
anyway shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of
the scenarios in this story; should seriously consider
seeking professional help.
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