The Bus trip

**The Bus Trip**

Disclaimer: Please note that I am german who just wants to write about his fantasies. Due to this it may be possible that the english used in the story is not 100% accurate.

Also please be aware that this story is largely a sexual story. Reader discretion is adviced. With that being said: Please, sit back and enjoy the story.

4:42PM. The bus is almost empty, heading to my town next. Sendenhorst. It came from Wolbeck and went over Albersloh, following the path through numerous peasantries. Most people taking this bus come from Albersloh, and almost everyone went off when the bus arrived in their village. Just some single kids and teenagers coming from Sendenhorst are still in here, although we are a minority.

I know them all by name: Max, Malisa, Chris, Aida and Steven. And there is me, Ince. I know what you are thinking, what a stupid name, but concider this: I do not like people, and I do not want to tell everyone my name. And Ince is the short form of incertae, which is latin and means “uncertainty”. Maybe you’ll get why. Anyway, that’s beside the point.

There is still someone else in the bus, well beside the bus driver, who we like to call “Coffee-Break”, because one time the bus was too late, he still stepped out of the bus and just said: “There’s nothing more important than a coffee-break!” and you know what? He is goddamn right! Coffee is always a good idea! When I’m home the first thing I do is to brew myself a hot coffee! Oh yea!

Wait, what was I saying? Oh yeah, yea yea I remember, I was telling a story. Sorry, drifted off thinking about coffee.

No, what I wanted to say is, there is still someone in the bus. Someone who really caught my eye. It’s a girl. I know, how surprising. Her name is Alina Borgman, and shes probably the best-shaped girl I have ever met! Her eyes have a beautiful tone of precious brown. When she looks directly at you, her iris looks so perfect, you can barely see yourself in it and see how beautiful the world can be. Her face, so natural, almost no make-up, but still smooth like a baby-butt. And her hair, which matches her eyes perfectly both in color and shine, slightly over shoulder length, bound to a pigtail. And to top it off, she has the most well-rounded curves a girl could ever have: Not too small that you have nothing to look at, but also not too disgustingly big, but I guess that’s just a matter of taste, as I am pretty sure she has either B or C Cups.

The only problem with her, like in every clichée-type love-story, is that she is really picky. Or maybe it’s just me failing at making contact with a girl. Or at least in our age. I assume that I am somewhat a little bit more mature then the others. You may be thinking: “What makes you so sure that you are not just a loser?” Well, consider this: I had a girlfriend before, same age as me, although she was two months older than me. We got along pretty well, but after two years of realtionship we realized that we hadn’t experienced our lives enough yet, so we decided to split up peacefully, but nevertheless since our divide we never talked to each other again.

And well, Alina, she is in my class and only slightly younger, perhaps 16/17, as I am almost 18 now. Don’t get me wrong, I do not really have feelings for her, I don’t have feelings for anyone, because relationships are just stressful, but still, Alina is fucking hot! And a young man like me, who just wants to enjoy life and have some fun, would definetely want to put his piece of meat into her.

So now you have the current situation: Le me in the bus driving through peasantries with a bunch of unimportant students and a gorgeous looking girl. Nothing too impressive, I hear you say, and maybe there is some truth. And I can fully understand that! Nobody wants to listen to somebody ramble on and on and on with no end in sight, so I see you what you’re thinking, that it has a point to it all.

Alright, now that you know the basics, here is the story:

Meanwhile the numbers on my clock turned to 4:43PM. I stare out the window, watching the trees fly by and the clouds covering the sun. It is going to rain soon, I just know it. In my ears I have my earphones, playing Alan Walkers newest hit which he released last Friday, “Diamond Heart”. It’s funny, because it is basically how I feel, although the lyrics are pretty sad. I turn my head to the center. Did I just witness movement from Alina? She sits a few rows in front of me, I should be able to notice her movements more then she does mine. Still, I had the feeling that she just turned her head to the front as I did. Was she watching me? Why would she do that? I mean, I do not complain or anything, if Alina somehow wants to make eye-contact with me, I would be really happy just looking into those beautiful eyes…

I turn my head to the window outside again. In the corner of my eye I can watch her at all times.

And indeed, she suddenly turns her head, slowly but clearly, so she can look between the two seats and look at… me!

Now things are getting crazy inside of me. Why would she do this? Or is she just looking at random and I am just to busy trying to set up a new secret nuclear theory. Damn! You see, that is my problem! I can’t help myself and always think so much! It can really be a barrier sometimes.

**The next paragraph mainly consists of a sexual story. If you are under 18 or you did not expect this kind of story, please go back, it’s not like I didn’t said this before.**

**For everyone else: Have fun reading :)**

I continue looking out of the window. It is really cute that Alina looks at me like that. But I am not sure what to think of it, or how I should approach Alina, if at all.

But then something tore me out of my mindgames: I realized how suddenly there were two lights behind trees that make the next curve already confusing enough. Obviously, these lights come from oncoming traffic, but something is really odd about them, and at this time I am pretty sure this is not a conspiracy that my brain makes once more.

And then I saw it! A giant truck comes towards us, and it is driving in the middle of the road!

Immediately Coffee-Break smashes the break and tries to evade the truck, but evading to the left would lead to a crash with the trees and evading to the right would lead the bus into a ditch!

The bus comes to a halt, but the truck doesn’t and nanoseconds later, there was a giant shockwave going through the entire bus alongside a deafening crash!

Splinters of glass fly everywhere and the sudden screaming of the students behind me don’t really make this more bearable.

I feel how multiple splinters hit my cheek, and quick-witted I jump to the floor, to prevent more glass to cut me.

For a moment I thought I’d pass out, but I quickly found my breath. The others calmed down as well. I turn to the backside of the bus, seeing multiple eyes looking at me, terrified, feared for life.

“Get up!” I scream, and one after another got up, shaking. I go to the bus door, give it a strong kick and break them down.

“Find cover, quick!” I tell them as they leave, getting hasty nods in response.

“What about these two?”, says Chris and points to the front side.

Oh no! Coffee-Break is dead! The truck came far into the driver cab, and our poor bus driver got torn apart into every direction. The upper half of his skull was ripped away and was laying upside down in the wreckage of the cabin.

Alina! She was directly behind the cabin, now buried in rubble. I can’t tell if she’s alive, or just passed out, or how her injuries are, so I tell Chris to leave and that I would handle it.

As soon as he’s gone, I sprint towards Alina. She has lost all of her body tension, and she’s sitting on her seat like a sack of potatoes. “Oh god!” I cried, half because I am afraid that Alina may die any moment, if she didn’t already, and half because Coffee-Break’s upper skull is way more disgusting on a close up.

I focus on looking at Alina, but seeing her beautiful face scared all-over the place, it fills my eyes with tears even more.

“Hold on!”, I whimper, trying to hold back my tears while I hold her face with both hands, “Please don’t die on me! I know that you don’t care about me, but I think… I think I love you!”

I can’t help myself and let one tear escape my eye, and then another, and another one.

But then I know what to do! I grab the rubble Alina is buried under and throw it away, revealing her more and more. On first sight it doesn’t look like she suffered major damage, but she isn’t breathing and her pulse isn’t going anymore.

I carry her out of the corner, feeling not only my blood and tears mix, but also the sweat from my efforts.

I gotta get her out of the bus, quick! But it’s not that easy! Each step feels heavier and my strenghth slowly fades away.

“Come on!” I hiss with my teeth firmly clenched.

At last I succeed and got her out of the bus. I hope the other kids already called for help!

But that doesn’t matter! I have to save Alina before she dies completely.

Quickly I lay her to the ground and start giving her a heart-massage and a mouth-to-mouth resuscitation. I repeat the process three times, four times, but it doesn’t appear to be working.

Desperately I look around. Isn’t there anything I can do?

My view falls onto a sharp, knife-like object, and for some reason I feel like I have to use it.

And then it hit me like a rock! Perhaps the heart-massage wasn’t effective because she is wearing like three layers of cloth.

I quickly grab the knive and open her jacket, slice open her shirt and cut her bra, revealing her breasts. I wish I could have seen these magnificent melons in another context, but I have to focus! If I don’t act now, she’s going to die! So I get back to work. One, two, three… if she survives and remembers this at all, will she be mad at me for looking at her boobs or thankful that I saved her life?

Twelve, thirteen, fourteen… Well she be thankful at all? Will she finally accept me and look at me face-to-face and not out of the corner of her eye? Twenty-seven, twenty-eight, twenty-nine, thirty! Artifical respiration! Her lips taste so good, I can tell that she must have put strawberry-lipgloss on.

But I mustn’t think of that! Not now! Proceed! Heart-massage! And then another mouth-to-mouth resuscitation!

And suddenly Alina takes a sharp breath and suddenly sits straight up, coughing and spitting out some blood. Oh no, I hope her internal organs aren’t damaged too much!

“Where am I?”, she groans, “What happened? I want to go home…”

With these words she passes out again, almost falling onto her back again, but I manage to catch her in time.

Fortunetely, I finally hear the sirens of the ambulance.

As I exit the police departement I light up a cigarette and smoke. The last two hours were way to stressful for me… When the ambulance arrived, they took Alina with them and to the hospital. The doctor said that on first glance she wouldn’t be in life-threatening danger. He assumed that she got a smashed leg and her stomach seems to be a cut a little, which would explain the blood. It was largely the shock why she had passed out. After that, the police took me with them to make my statement to what happened. The truck-driver was seemingly on drugs, but it remains to be seen what the court medic will find out. Obviously, the truck-driver didn’t survive the crash either.

I take a deep puff of my cigarette. Alina was taken to the Raphaelshospital in Münster. I hope they will take good care of her. I call my mother to drive me home.

Three days later.

Instead of taking the bus home after school, I decide to take the bus to Münster and visit Alina. I’m curious of her state, and if she remembers anything at all. I get off the nearest bus stop Google Maps shows me and stroll the remaining fivehundred meters to the hospital. At the reception counter I find out that Alina is already awake since Wednesday night, and that she took the accident surprisingly well. She indeed got her stomach cut, but they fixed it immediately, and all that her legs took was a small bruise. She is a tough girl after all! If everything stays like it is she can be dismissed on Sunday.

I let me tell Alina’s room number and walk to it.

Alina got a single room. She sits up on her bed, eating soup and watching “On patrol” on the TV, a police broadcast of real life cases. It’s interesting, but I don’t like it, because it replaced “In the name of justice” two weeks ago, one of my all-time favourite TV series.

“Hey!”, I say as I enter her room. Alina turns her head. “Hey”, she replies. “Please, take a seat.”

I let myself settle next to her onto her bed.

“How are you?”, I ask carefully.

“I’ve been through worse.” she says in a friendly tone and smiles at me.

I smile back. Then suddenly Alina turns her face towards the window and her smile vanishes, her face being replaced by a very sincere look.

“I have to thank you,”, she almost whispered, “Even if my injuries aren’t too bad, I don’t think that I would have survived if you didn’t save me. And now I have no idea how I can thank you, because whatever I do, it wouldn’t be enough to show my gratitude.”

“Hey”, I try to comfort her and take the soup down from her legs and put it onto the commode so she wouldn’t accidently spill it, “It’s alright. It’s a question of honor and duty. If I hadn’t saved you, not only would you have died, but I would also be arrested for failed assistance”

“True”

I move up to Alina a little closer and take her in my arm, not sure how she is going to respond.

She immediately turns her head towards me and looks straight into my eye.

Her eyes, oh god, they are so damn beautiful. I wish she would never stop looking at me this way.

“I was concerned to aks you, you were peaking at me when we sat in the bus, weren’t you? Why did you do that? Why didn’t you just came over to me?”, I am curious to know.

But instead of answering, Alina suddenly closes her eyes and presser her lips onto mine, and in one second to another, I feel like I have left earth and entered heaven! I did taste her lips before, but in another context, but now, without her strawberry lipgloss and through a true kiss, she tastes like a mixture of everything that it is worth to live for. We kiss for seconds, which feels like an eternity, an eternity that I don’t ever want to stop.

We start tasting each others lips a little more, sucking, first calm and lovingly, but quickly getting more agitated and intense, until finally Alina shoves her tongue through my lips into my mouth, and I do the same.

The feeling is just too good to be true! If that already feels like heaven, I can’t imagine how great fucking her would feel! Although I do not think that she would ever go so far, unfortunetely.

After kissing and french kissing for minutes, we eventually come to a halt. Exhausted we disconnect our mouths, still having a string of saliva that is first connected to both our mouths but eventually tears, leaving the string snapping to our chins and we quickly wipe them with our sleeves. We both look at each other, smiling, and I take a hold of her hands.

“You’ll be out here soon!”, I say to her happily but calm. Alina smiles.

“I know, this weekend!”

“What are your plans for your weekend?”

“Oh, I don’t know!” Alina looks into the air, holding her chin in her hand, pretending to think sharply, “I guess we’ll have to see.”

I smile at her. “Alright, I have to leave now, or else my mother’s going crazy that I don’t help her”

Alina smiles back. “Okay, but are you at home this weekend?”I shrug. “Probably” I act like I had no idea, but of course I know that I am home this weekend, and after that message, you can bet I am not doing a single step outside of my house!

I smile at her once more, give her one more soft kiss before I get up to leave.

“Get well soon!” I call to her, turning around one more time.

“I will!”, there it is again, that beautiful angelic smile! I smile back and leave.

Sunday, two days later. Le me is sitting in front of my PC, playing Brawlhalla, which I play for two years now and I consider myself a pro. The battle is orange Mordex versus skyforged Queen Nai with speed boost but slightly less defense. In the last match I lost against this guy, but for some reason he changed his strategy to running away, which I can’t understand at all. He had me in the bag last match and I absolutely suck with Mordex, because I hate gauntlets and I can’t play scythe.

We play on Kings Pass, where I changed the background to a sunset sea and the music to Super Smash Bros Brawl’s Final Destination.

At first we catch each other in some weak strings. But then, after we both had decent damage, I kicked my opponent into a mine, which almost kills me, but most importantly kills him. First stock down! But he comes back with a ground pound with Odin’s Spear, which sets my far offstage, making the score equal.

I respawn and again, just some basic attacks here and there, nothing to exciting, but it seems that he is slightly ahead of me. We both have red damage and I try to land a signature, but he keeps running away until he finally hits an unarmed SideHeavy on me and gets another stock off of me. Damn it! I respawn on the other side of the map, next to a sidekick horn. I have an idea, I use it, and my Zoid-sidekick flies across the stage, letting my opponent waste his dodge. I quickly pick up the Darkheart Grasps and throw them at him, pushing him offstage. I then quickly grab the scythe, the Calling Card from a Jiro-skin, and follow him, but he tries to get up from the gap in the middle of the stage. I quickly react and throw my scythe down at him before he gets to the wall and boom, 2:2. Last stock for both of us.

Concentration now, but for some reason we just throw a spike ball into each others face and keep clashing unarmed attacks like five times, until he picks up his Skyforged Katars. I use the spike ball to put him under pressure, and through a SideLight, a kick, I can get him a few meters away from me, giving me time to pick up my gauntlets. Some signature-spamming later I switch over to scythe. And we both hit each other multiple times until we are both red again.

And oh my god, he does it again, that running away and parrying, so annoying…

New strategy: The left platform is slightly higher then the right, and he is right and I am left. I take a little bit of a start and charge my SideSig, releasing it as soon as I am on his level. The ice-wave hits him directly and sends him brutally flying, ending of his last stock.

“Yes!”, I shout out, letting myself drop back into my chair and letting off a sigh.

“Wow, that was a pretty intense match!”

I jump as I hear the voice behind me, but I almost swallowed all of my anger when I realized who it belongs to.

Alina stands right behind me, happy and in a good shape as always, as if the accident never happened. Yet, there is something different about her. I know that she likes me now.

I stand up and take her into my arms, giving her a soft kiss. “How are you?” I ask her in a soft and calm tone.

“Better now, thanks to you”, Alina grins.

“How did you get in here?”

“Your mother opened the door and told me where you are. But she is off now to the grocery store, at least she said so.”

I hold Alina even closer now, and we start kissing again. This time, we need less then ten seconds before our tongues meet each other again, and now, due to the fact that we know that we are alone, we both moan lustfully as our kisses get more intense. I grab her butt and start massaging it as we kiss, while she responds in holding me even closer. Her ass is as soft as I expected it to be, even with her jeans still on, and still not wobbly, like other girls that have too much ass.

I grab her jacket and start undressing her, and she does the same to my jacket.

“Do you think the same I thing that I think?”, I moan between single small breaks inbetween our kisses.

“Yes!”, she replies.

“Do you want it as badly as I want?”

“Oh fuck yes!” is Alina’s response and she grabs me almost violently and shoves me onto my bed. Quickly, she sits down onto my crotch before I am able to get up again, undressing her shirt, revealing her black bra, but she doesn’t take long until she opens it and sends it flying, so I can see her breasts in their true beauty. She has really well-shaped tits for her age, I am pretty sure that those puppies are C, and now that the situation is way more comforting, they seem beautiful as ever. Her nipples are in a state of half-aroused, but I’m sure, that’s nothing I can’t handle. I grab them carefully as Alina leans over me and start massaging them.

“Be careful!”, Alina says, although it seemed more like a rethorical phrase as I know exactly how to please women. Then we switch positions, now I am sitting ontop of her, looking down at her.

“Please continue!” she moans, and I do as ordered. Alina’s breath shakes and gets wilder and wilder. I decide that I should use my mouth next, so I softly start kissing Alina’s left nipple, first slowly, then I circle it with my tongue and finally sucking it like a baby. I can tell that Alina enjoys that, in view of her breath and her steady “yeah”s and “yes”s. After a minute a switch to the right nipple and do the same. Alina takes hold of my hair as if she tried to hold me in place, so I would not let off her nipple. But eventually I got back to her face and kissed her again.

It’s time to spice things up a little. I lay on her slightly shifted, so I can reach her crotch more easily. I start massaging her pussy through her jeans, and surprisingly her hand moves to my crotch as well.

I decide to let my hand wander. I open her zipper to have more space and slide my hand under her panties. Alina is already wet like if she was taking a shower. The slick moisture on my fingertips make it easier to please her, but I do not want to insert my finger yet. Instead I let them slide from between her labia and her clit, making a circling move everytime I reach it. Alina surely enjoys it, as her kisses get more violent and her breath even wilder, moaning more and more, intensifying.

I realize how my cock has already hardened and is getting really unconfonrtable in my pants, so I open up my zipper and let my masterpiece lurk out. Alina immediately takes hold and starts stroking it. In return I do not want to torture her anymore and slowly I let my Index and middle finger glide into her vulva. It feels like she’s sucking them in, that’s how badly she wants it. I don’t need long to find her G-spot and I start massaging it. In response Alina takes off her jeans entirely, only using her legs, as to not let me go. I try to do the same myself, but I need way more effort.

Her moans are getting really loud, so I am even more glad, that nobody is home besides us. I start massaging and fingering more intense, I feel how her liquids are gathering in her pussy, leaking out and dripping onto my bed sheet. Finally her vagina starts to pull together, I feel that she is close to an orgasm, and her voice and breath confirm it.

“Fuck, yes, more… more!” Alina almost screams and I fumble even more, until she finally lets loose, relaxing her pussy entirely. I can feel how the liquid escapes from her pussy, apparently she squirted all over the place. “Aaaah!”, she screams full of lust, biting her lips and wrinkling her forehead to an aroused shape, “Fuck yes!”

I hold still to let her recover from her orgasm as she pants. Her eyes are fixed on mine, and not only can I see the true beauty once more, but also a glance of satisfaction, gratitude and happiness.

I give her a gentle kiss. Then suddenly she grabs me, pushes me onto my back and crouches down to my dick which is standing upright in the air now, and starts to kiss it. I feel how her lips move from the length of my shaft up to my glans and back down to my balls. I start moaning myself, as she grabs my cock with her right hand and carefully starts circling my glans with her tongue. It feels perfect! I can not imagine how that can be even better, but than Alina sucks my cock into her mouth and starts stroking it.

“Oh yeah, that’s it!” I say to her full of pleasure and take hold of her hair so she would suck harder, and so she does. I can hear her gulping as the tip of my dick gets into her throat, but she doesn’t even care, she just continues her blowjob as if it was nothing. Oh god, if she doesn’t stop soon, I’m goint to cum already! But I still want to fuck her cunt, so I pull her head up again. She looks up at me, having a string of a saliva-pre-cum-mixture hang out of her mouth dripping to my balls.

“Let me do you now!”, I moan as we change positions and give her a quick kiss.

Alina nods and gets down to her back, her legs angled and spread as I go down to her pussy with my face.

Her pussy is as beautiful as I imagined it to be. It is perfectly shaved, not a single stubble is seen anywhere, and her liquids drip out of her vagina as she’s already aroused once more again.

I take my time to look at it. Her clit has swollen up a bit, and her entire vagina has a slightly darker shape of red due to her arousement. Her outer labia overlap her inner ones perfectly, even now that everything is largely open, and her entrance looks as well-shaped as the center of a rose.

The smell she emmits is a mixture of a sweet and salty liquid. I won’t have any problems licking her.

Carefully I stick out my tongue and start teasing her clit. Alina’s breath immediately gets more intense and with one hand she grabs hold of my head again while with the other hand she touches her breasts. Alina’s pussy tastes better then I expected, so I lick her a little stronger. I feel a small amount of liquid flow down my chin. Her steady breath and moans, the way she strokes me and she woves her hips I can tell she’s going to cum again soon.

I decide to go even further and I stick my tongue into her pussy entrance and taste her insides. I didn’t know what I should have expected, but the water she emmits enters immediately my mouth. It tastes incredible, and as her pussy starts getting stiffer and stiffer, keeping hold of my tongue.

She is going to cum any second now! I take my thumb and massage her clit at the same time I lick her inner pussy. It doesn’t take five seconds and she screams again: “Aaaaah I’m gonna cum! I’m gonna… cuuummmmm!!!” With these words she releases all her tension and I get a large wave of female juice right into my face. She squirted again!

“Yeah baby, that’s it!” I whisper to her as I pull out my tongue out of her pussy and start to wipe my face with my arm.

We look into each others eyes, now really sincere.

“You ready?” I ask her with a convinced voice.

“Yea”, Alina answers in a soft tone, again with that adorable smile that makes her so irresistable.

I take a look through my room and clench my teeth.

“Damn, I don’t have condoms here!” I say with a small uncertainty in my voice.

“Don’t mind, I take the pill!” she smiled.

I take my eyes back to hear, inspecting her one last time, her face, her tits and her cunt.

“Alright, let’s do this!”

I get onto my knees and lean forward, trying to hold balance as my dick maneuvers to her vulva. I rub it a few times up and down her pussy, stimulating her clit and teasing her, so she would get aroused more quickly, and as her quick breaths return and I feel a sudden moisture on my glangs, I move it carefully towards her entrance. I push it piece by piece, but then it slid in in one movement. I can tell this isn’t her first time, but still, I didn’t imagine her to be so tight and still sucking my dick in as if Alina had a vacuum in her womb.

After my glans my entire shaft follows and I can feel Alina’s juices wash round my cock and her inner vaginal walls massage my penis as she grows tighter and tighter.

I’m inside Alina!

Now with my cock buried deep inside her, I lean even further forward, propping up my arms on my bed next to each side of Alina’s head, so I can be face to face with her.

In her eyes I can see a feeling of happiness and yearning.

“Please, fuck me!”, she whispers.

I won’t let her say it a second time, so I withdraw my cock a bit and start pounding her, slowly at first.

“You like this?” I ask her gentle.

“Yea” she moans quietly and rolls back her eyes, starting to moan louder.

The feeling of Alina’s pussy is undescribably wonderful. Her vagina pulls together a little more after each thrust, stroking my dick in a soft but wet and lubricated way.

I press my lips onto Alina’s, I need to kiss her now. The mix of our kisses and her steady moans that get louder and louder arouses me even more. I can feel how her innards get even stiffer, as if she would feel my dick like an object that stays forever in her vagina. She’s going to cum again soon! I can feel it!

“Give it to me baby!”, I pant as our movements were getting so quick and smooth that it was almost mechanical, “I wanna see your girl-cum splurt around my dick!”

I raise my upper body and take hold of Alina’s knees, so I can see my dick wander in and out between her labia.

Oh god, this view makes me even hornier! I think I’m gonna…

“Ah ah, I’m gonna cum soonnn ngh aah!” I shout.

“Let’s cum together!” Alina proposes.

Good idea! I maximise my movement, thrusting as quick and hard as a piston.

“I’m gonna cummmm againnn… aaaaahh!”, Alina screams, and I can feel her pussy getting so stiff I can barely move my cock anymore, but that doesn’t matter. The solid, but soft grip her pussy gives to my dick is enough to immediately cum.

I can feel how her liquids shoot out of her pussy and splash all over me and my bed, while my cum exits my balls and quickly shoots into Alina’s womb and still surrounds my cock. I don’t think I ever came so much before.

But most importantly, I came inside of Alina, the most gorgeous looking girl I ever met.

We remain in our position for seconds, trying to catch our breath. My cum slowly starts dripping out of her pussy, which almost makes me hard again. I pull my dick out and watch as a gigantic and seemingly never-ending wave of cum flows out of her cunt like a river onto my bedsheet, but I don’t care. Seeing Alina like this satisfies my enough to forget all my anger.

I lay down next to her, and she turns her head to the side to see me.

“Ewww, look at the mess you made!” Alina giggles as she watches down to her vagina and tries to stop the cum-river with her hand, but only gets her fingers covered in white jizz.

“Look what you did to me!” I laugh and point onto my splattered chest full of her pussy-liquid.

“Humpf!” Alina just makes and wipes her hand on my chest to clean her fingers.

“Hey you little!” I grumble artifically and dunk my fingers into her pussy to cover them in cum to spread it over her body, but most importantly her tits, “That’s what you get, ha!”

“Hey, don’t do that!” Alina laughs and a war of covering each other in cum begins.

Unfortunetely the cum was not infinte, so we soon just laid there, covered in white sauce, laughing.

We lay there, for minutes, and it feels like the best minutes of my life.

But then I turn to the side.

“Listen, this was fun and all, but I can’t start a relationship.” I say in a sad tone.

“Why is that?”, Alina almost cried as a result of fear.

“Because I don’t like being bound. You see, we still have almost our entire lives in front of us, and I did waste two years with one girl, cut off to any other girls, meaning no other experiences. I think it is important that everyone makes his experiences and has fun in his life. Having a sincere relationship just gets in your way.”

Alina takes a few moments to think of what I just said, kneading her bottom lip.

“Then what about we only have a sexual relationship and everything else is just good friends?”

“That’s a good idea!”, I respond surprised. Why wasn’t this on my mind?

“Well in that case…”, Alina grins and climbs ontop of me, sitting upright, “it’s time for round two!”

Source: reddit.com/r/eroticstories/comments/9lg265/the_bus_trip