“Stop complaining and get on the bus!” snapped the cheerleading coach.
I looked down the crowded aisle and felt my heart flutter. We are on the way to a shared event, an important football game out of state and a cheerleading competition in the same area. The cheer team’s bus had broken down thirty miles outside of an known town and even more miles over a hilly pass to our destination.
My teammate behind me prodded me at my back, trying to move me along. “Just go to the back.”
“Everyone will have to squeeze in,” said the coach. “It’s just another hour or so of discomfort and then we will be at the hotel.”
“This has to be illegal,” I muttered. I was shy and the idea of snuggling up to the football players, most off which were looking far too pleased to be squeezed in with the cheerleaders–made me both excited and anxious. They were all so… strong. And big.
“Stella, come sit here!” My heart skipped a beat. It was Kenneth, the quarterback sitting in the very back of the bus in a corner.
“Oooo, Stella!” hissed my teammate June. “If you pass up this chance to sitbwith the quarterback, you are never going to hear the end of it.” Yes, Kenneth was handsome, single, and the rumors were he was a shoe-in for the pros.
So I went to the back of the bus, intending to squeeze in between two beefy football players. But when I got there the young men slid together on the bench seat removing any chance of me squeezing between them. Kenneth, grinning, patted his hands on his lap.
“Come’n Stella, travel in style.”
I blushed and did as he asked. My friend June was squished in back next to the opposite window. Kenneth was wearing light gym shorts and a t-shirt and I was in my cheer uniform. Luckily our cheer skirts were not short–hitting just above my knees. It was enough to cover my lap at least!
Everyone crammed in together–on laps, squeezed in four to a seat–the bus started up again whining and jerking with the increased load. And headed into the hills.
As the bus jerked to a start, Kenneth’s thick forearm wrapped around my waist. My heart speed up but she thought, that’s kind of sweet. I leaned back against him, very aware of the muscles and… other things through his thin clothing.
As the bus whined up the mountain, the excitement of being packed in over capacity increased the rowdiness and noise of two college teams on the bus. The exasperated coaches yelled once or twice for us to settle down, but as the bus bounced over potholes and leaned around corners, and we were forced to sit and face forward to keep the balance.
Kenneth’s breath was hot in my ear, which sent a shiver down my spine. “This is nice, isn’t it?” he purred under his breath right in my ear.
I turned my cheek to respond, my cheek almost touching his lips. “Oh, sure!” I laughed nervously.
The bus hit a big pothole, bumping the back of the bus up to cheers and laughter from the cheerleaders and players. I was bounced up but Kenneth’s firm arm around me, preventing me from being tossed–thankfully.
Unfortunately, the movement bunched my skirt up behind me against Kenneth’s stomach, making me to sit back down with only my thin cotton thong separating me from Kenneth’s lap. But thankfully, the fan of the rest of my skirt covered them both, so only Kenneth and I knew my panties were touching his athletic shorts.
And I could feel that Kenneth certainly knew, because my unintended shifting and rubbing against him was causing a reaction. His dick was getting hard.
I felt myself blushing. I was a virgin, but living in the sorority house. I was no stranger to what the other college students were doing around me all the time. My last boyfriend had worked me up to aggressive and uncomfortable fingering before we separated because I wasn’t “going fast enough… for a hot cheerleader.” His words. It had left me curious but wary of men.
Now I could feel the pressure on my pussy from Kenneth’s growing dick. It was making my body respond. Kenneth’s arm around my waist was not slackening. I squirmed, which only served to grind my pussy into Kenneth’s clothed dick further.
“Damn, you’re so hot,” Kenneth whispered in my ear, his breath making me shiver involuntarily. It was flattering to hear that the hot quarterback thought I was hot.
But Kenneth must not have been wearing underwear, because his dick was now bent down between his legs at an angle, resisting the tug of his loose gym shorts and rubbing against the inside of my thighs.
He grunted softly behind me. “Uncomfortable. Need to shift things.”
Before I could protest, the arm he rested against the corner of the bus slid under my skirt and into his shorts. Good, I thought, he can adjust it so that he doesn’t keep rubbing against my thighs and we can laugh about that later…
I spread my thighs, hoping to assist him shifting them both to a more comfortable position. His dick seemed unwilling to slide up, and Kenneth’s hand trailed across my bare thigh as he reached for the band of his shorts. I shivered spread a little more and twisted in his arm that was still wrapped against ms.
His dick had to angle down to stay between my thighs. The bus hit another pothole and swayed around a corner at that moment, and given the chance Kenneth’s hard dick jumped up my thigh until it went as far as it could. He had pulled down his waistband just enough to free himself.
It couldn’t have hit hard, but I felt his shaft slap up right along my pussy. His bare, naked, unbelievably hot, shaft. I jerked as though I had been hit, biting my lip to catch the involuntary squeak that would have left my mouth had she not clamped down on it. Not that it mattered: the rest of the bus riders were either engrossed or focused on staying seated on the overcrowded benches as the bus bumped and jerked up another winding rise.
“Oops.” Kenneth said softly in my ear. He chuckled as though freeing his dick from the confines of his shorts underneath the curtain of my skirt was an amusing joke.
Now as Kenneth pulled my ass snuggly into his rock hard abs, his dick rubbed against my pussy and inner thighs. Only my thin cotton thong separated them. I closed my thighs, but that only made the pressure worse as the ridge of his thick dick dead rubbed against my clitoris.
And I could feel my pussy growing slippery against my will. Worse, I could feel the sticky warmth of Kenneth’s pre-cum soaking my panties.
Embarrassed, I looked around, but all the other people on the bus were distracted and paying us no attention. With my thighs squeezed together, I tried to shift myself away from him.
I could feel his dick resisting me, not yielding space to my squeeze, stiff but soft, and so warm. Each breath moved me just so against it, at first slightly abrasive but getting slicker by the moment as my body soaked through my panties.
Adjusting it, however, would require another dangerous amount of motion that might draw attention or make things worse. Right now things were okay. I could survive this with just my panties intact between them. It’s not like Kenneth would actually try and have sex with my right here in plain sight of everyone, right” I thought.
“Mmm, I can feel you getting wet.” sighed Kenneth, his breath quickening in my ear.
“I… I should move.” I stammered under my breath. Kenneth’s arm tightened on my waist, pulling me closer so that my bum was pressed up tight against his hard stomach. The movement slid me further along his shaft, pulling my damp panties with the movement. In a shock, I realized his other hand was still under my skirt, caressing the top of my thigh that was pressed against the bus wall.
“No, you’re fine here. Just relax.”
Relax? l thought, feeling a bubble of nerves rise in my stomach. If I screamed, I would never live this down. I had already let things go too far without protest.
Kenneth moved the hand under my skirt down and his fingers brushed against my neatly trimmed pubis. I jerked instinctively away from his touch, but the jostling of the bus and his firm grip on me disguised the movement as he held me down.
In a deft motion, Kenneth’s fingers swept over my vulva, pulling my thong aside. He adjusted himself so that his dick now slid against my bare pussy. The shock of feeling the heat of his bare skin tap against my clit made me squeeze my legs closed even tighter, which only served to increase the pressure on my bare pussy.
I felt his thick head rubbing on my labia, splitting me open. Kenneth’s bare cap, which was still slippery with precum, rubbed against my clit with every movement of the bus. Shocks of pleasure diffused my vulva and transferred deep into my core. I shuddered, paralyzed by the mix of unwelcome pleasure and fear. His shaft met only a little resistance as it slid between my folds. That resistance was getting slicker and slicker as my body betrayed me.
“You want me inside you, don’t you,” Kenneth whispered in my ear.