School Bus [mf] [fDom] [exh] [huml] [reluc] [shoe]

I had been late getting ready this morning. Classes started too damn early in high school.

Bags under my eyes, hair wet, with my thick glasses, long sweatshirt, and tight jeans, I took a window seat in the middle of the bus. The popular kids walked right on by as I blew clouds onto the chilly, clattering window. I didn’t want to talk to anybody this morning. I hadn’t had time to masturbate, and this early break from my routine had already put me on edge.

The seat warmed under my body and yet more jocks huddled in the back, as yet more nerds sat solitarily in front. I liked a few from either crowd, but didn’t fit in with any groups. I was a drifter, no center of attention yet not unwelcome either, and the middle seats were the fringes where I roamed. But while I wasn’t part of any group, I wasn’t totally alone, either.

Lissy. Weird girl. Enough to make me wonder what she liked, if she was as different when she was alone as when I saw her reading books I had never heard of in the back row of English, or taking her shoes off to show her mismatched socks in the library at study hall. We had traded looks, said hi when we passed each other in the hall, but never really talked. All too common, you know. She was tall, she was at the end of that emo/scene look and coming more into a nerdy fashion, with new dark glasses and all that. This was before thicc, but she could be considered an “early adopter.” Today, she had her long, dark brown hair in a braid that reached to her shoulder and swung around it as she pivoted her, frankly, large butt into the window seat opposite mine, plunking her overstuffed backpack beside her. And that was what set me off this morning.

I looked. She had curled her legs my way, too long as they were for those cramped, faux-something bus seats. Her butt lifted slightly, her back curving, her shoulder pressed to the window as her knees pressed into the seat ahead of her, another unfamiliar book on the table of her thighs. Yoga pants had just started getting popular enough where any girl could wear them and nobody would make a comment or anything. She had jumped right aboard that bandwagon, unexpectedly, but I appreciated it. I just never thought she would get a chance to find out how much.

I felt the familiar rush deep in my core in just that small moment. The thing I hated about missing that all-too-important part of my morning routine was the suddenness of my erections. Despite how difficult they made just about everything but sitting still, I loved the thrill of them, and the fantasies of the consequences if the wrong person were to look in my lap. My sweatshirts were a safety measure, but I had been fortunate in puberty, and even the heaviest of them had no real chance to conceal my member if I let it escape down a pant leg. Which was exactly what happened now, before I had realized it in my groggy morning state.

I was at full mast in a matter of seconds. Fuck me, this thing was inconvenient. I turned my head away to look out the window, determined to lose my boner before I had to walk off the bus, and handle myself in the bathroom before first period. However, thinking of fondling yourself while you sit next to a cute girl is no way to lose an erection, and before long my dick was throbbing, pushing visibly against the seam of my jeans. I turned my head discreetly back at Lissy, just in time to catch her braid swinging violently back over her shoulder, and she blew a fresh vapor cloud on her window.

She had been looking.

Oh, what the fuck.

I actually felt the veins pulse in my cock as the fact sunk in that this seemingly unapproachable, borderline creepy girl had been casing my joint, so to speak. Without thinking, I put my hand over it, and she gasped, half-turning her head back before she caught herself, both of us frozen in place. Slowly, our eyes crept into a deerlike lock. Neither seemed ready to move first.

Her lips made an uncannily loud series of wet sounds as she moved them, consciously and self-consciously, into speaking position in front of her still-braced teeth.

“Good… morning…?” she squeaked out, haltingly. I was immediately overwhelmed by her cuteness. My cock surged in my pants, away from that small denim strip of plausible deniability that was the seam, and out diagonally over the top of my thigh, so that it was even casting a shadow.

“Oh, Jesus fffffuck…,” she groaned, eyeing my meatpole hungrily, which was understandable, since very few high schoolers eat breakfast regularly.

“I mean… oh, shit,” she corrected herself, elegantly.

“Um, ah, yeah, good morning to you too, right, though?” I offered, stammeringly, like a dipshit.

We both stopped still. Until suddenly she cracked up fucking laughing, clamping a hand over her mouth. I followed suit, shaking my head and looking off again.

A soft thigh skidded to a stop against my lean one. My head snapped back her way and I was hit with the undeniable reality that my face was inches away from a girl’s. She was there, in all her bigness, and her suddenness, and her creepiness that, along with her morning breath, were way, way too strangely erotic for my teenage self right now as she looked down from a towering several inches of height advantage.

“I’m Lissy.”

“I know that.”

“You do?”

“Um. I’m Max.”

“I also know that.”

“Fuck. Cool, I mean. I guess.”

“Yeah.”

She waited a moment, I think for dramatic effect, but she might just have been choosing her words. Her lips and tongue moving around her mouth made those awkward sexy sounds again as she did, but so much louder when she was literally touching me. She leaned in close, breathing so weirdly and closely on my ear that I thought I was just going to empty my balls right then and there.

“Nice fucking dick, Max.”

I just shook my head and sat there and throbbed for a second, my hands thrown up in teenage confusion, unable to remotely even.

“T-thanks. You too. Wait, fuck! Just…”

She snorted laughing. I was humiliated, of course. But she looked at me right in the eyes, and laid her hand on my thigh, her fingertips tapping one at a time, one after the other, on my shaft, until her forefinger traced right under my glans through the denim.

“You’re… funny, I think. I doubt you think so right now, but… maybe it’s even cute? Whatever, right?”

She blushed, and was that shy girl who kept to herself again. “I hope I’m not, like, molesting you right now or anything.”

“No, it’s uh… I mean, I don’t want to cum or anything, but… It’s… nice?”

“Are you going to cum?”

“I mean… I don’t know. I don’t want to in my jeans before I even get to school. But, like, I might still.”

“Cool.”

She looked over the seat like she was checking if anyone was listening. Then she whispered to me, “Do you want to do it in my slipper?”

I was dumbfounded. Had this girl guessed my fetish, or was she just that kinky and forward?

“I caught you watching me play with my shoes, in case you were wondering. I don’t do it so people look, but it’s a little bonus when they do.”

She bit her lip in a way I never expected from a geeky girl like her. “And now I’m really glad I did,” she half-giggled, half-wheezed, pushing me conspiratorially. “So, like… you wanna?”

“Yes. Just… fuck yes.”

“Nice. Lemme pull this guy off,” she paused, “like, no pun intended. But seriously, get your dick out.”

I did. Immediately. My fears of being caught were blasted to fucking smithereens by the promise of kinky public sex, which I was not going to miss if it got me expelled or worse. She gripped it, her short fingernails digging in.

“I’d do the whole penis awe thing if you hadn’t already been waving this fucking thing around all morning. Too bad, but I don’t think you mind, do you? You have, like, zero decency showing this fuckstick off like nobody’s going to look, do you? No?”

I shook my head. No decency, none. Punish me please.

Lissy smiled like a dork. “Good. Throb like a fucking animal. I want to feel your precum.”

She jerked me fast and tight and hard, her hand instantly wet. There was no build-up, no foreplay, as it wasn’t necessary. We were both ready, and had been for who knows how long, only waiting for the opportunity. She held her well-worn Ugg slipper with the print of her sole on it under my cock, making it ready to catch everything I was getting ever so close to spilling.

“Oh, my fucking God,” I hissed.

And she let go, with a flick, wiping her hand on her sock.

I had never felt so betrayed. “Hey, what the fuck gives–”

She cut me off midsentence, ramming my dick into her slipper, jamming it repeatedly into the furthest reaches of the toe area, sloppy wet with my precum.

She clamped her hand over my mouth, as I grunted through gritted teeth, releasing a simply ungodly load into her shoe.

“Shh. People could hear.”

She pressed her slipper deep onto me, gyrating it on the head of my cock, milking every last drop into it. My dick slowly, nay majestically, deflated in its own mess there in her shoe as she cuddled closer. Then, when I was fully relaxed, she took it, crossed her foot over her knee so I could see it, wiggled her toes, and slid her foot directly into her semen-defiled slipper. It made a squelching sound as she smushed her foot into it against the floor of the bus.

We sat there for a moment, not saying anything. The bus pulled into school, creaking with hydraulic sounds. Lissy stood up in the aisle, and turned back to face me, looking no less dorky than she had when she first got on the bus this morning, but I knew better.

“So,” she said, “what are you doing after school?”

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