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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. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ 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. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 73