First time sex stories: On the Tour Bus. Author: Squirrelboy. This story is including: Fantasy, Bi-sexual, Consensual Sex, Exhibitionism, First Time, Masturbation, School, Teen Male/Teen Females, Voyeurism, Young genres.
First time sex stories: On the Tour Bus – Chap 1
Author: Squirrelboy
Charlotte bounded up the steps of the tour bus, pillow tucked under her arm, trying not to show her anger. She was known as a bubbly, happy girl, and she didn’t want to do anything to convince anyone otherwise. Luckily, her boyfriend—EX-boyfriend—James was on another bus and she wouldn’t have to see him again at least until they reached Las Vegas.
Steps quick, she made her way to the back of the bus, waving and smiling at some of her friends as she went. All in all, it had actually been a rather fun tour to Disneyland. The entire music program of her school had been involved on the trip, and most of her friends had been involved.
Because of the argument she’d had with James, she was amongst the last of the kids to board. When she arrived at the back of the bus, she was surprised to find that there were a few rows where only one person sat each.
“Hi Amber,” Charlotte said, smiling. “Can I sit by you?”
Amber, who was a year older than Charlotte, smiled back and nodded. She sat, putting her pillow on her lap. They were on the second row from the back of the bus. On the very back sat Brian, a skinny kid with glasses who had had a crush on Charlotte for years. She smiled at him, too, but he only looked down and away.
It was already dark outside. Charlotte wasn’t looking forward to sleeping on a bus again, but since she didn’t have much of a choice, she’d have to deal with it.
“Are you okay?” Amber asked as the lights went out and the engine started.
“Oh no, is it that obvious?” Charlotte asked, groaning and putting her head down on the pillow.
“Well, your face is all red and you’re being TOO bubbly, if you know what I mean.”
“Ugh,” Charlotte said, sitting back up. “Well, no, I’m not okay. James and I just broke up.”
“Oh no! I’m so sorry.”
Waving her hand, Charlotte grimaced. “Don’t be sorry. I’m the one who broke up with him. He… he grabbed my boob.”
Charlotte gestured to her chest with her right hand and looked away. She was wearing a pink t-shirt, the outline of her still-developing breasts clearly visible, in spite of the bra she wore. Sighing, she realized that she probably should have worn a bra with thicker material. At least the jean shorts she wore were more modest, or maybe that pervert would have tried to cop a feel down there, too.
“That pig!” Amber said, her voice getting quieter rather louder. She leaned in close. “You’ll be better off without him.”
Nodding, Charlotte tried hard to not tear up, mostly succeeding. For a while they were silent as the bus pulled away from the Disneyland parking lot. In the meantime, Charlotte pulled her mouse-brown hair back into her classic ponytail, leaving a few strands to fall around her temples. When she and Amber began adjusting themselves, Charlotte realized that there was no way they could both sleep on the same seat. Resigned to a night of pain, she slid down onto the floor and tried to make herself comfortable.
It turned out to be a futile effort.
Save for the engine, the bus was nearly silent when Charlotte sat up a half-hour later, her hair already frizzed out by laying on her pillow. Yawning, she looked around her. Amber was sound asleep on the seat above her. She hadn’t brought a pillow—thus Charlotte’s willingness to let her use the seat—and had instead taken off her red sweater for the purpose, revealing that she wore only a white tank top and a bra underneath. In spite of the girl being a year older than Charlotte, her breasts were quite a bit smaller. Amber’s hair, which happened also to be a rather amber color, hung down off the seat.
Across the bus lay Shelly, her legs splayed in a rather unladylike position. Her book light was on and she was reading something long by its glow, covering her sweat pants in an appropriate place. She had shoulder-length, dark hair that looked more messed up than Charlotte’s own.
Shelly’s older sister, Jodee, lay asleep in the aisle, covered almost entirely by a large blanket, feet toward the back of the bus. Her relatively large breasts pushed up the blanket in a way that would have tantalized any boy that saw them. Luckily, there weren’t any boys in sight. Unless you counted Brian, who lay on the back seat, which was a little larger than the others, his feet hanging out into the aisle.
“Hmmm….” Charlotte slowly stood, using Amber’s seat back to steady herself. Looking down at where Brian lay, she noticed that he was actually not asleep. He didn’t have a pillow, but a large coat was bundled up underneath his head. His eyes came up to hers as he noticed her looking at him.
Charlotte was about to sit back down, rethinking her desire to ask the kid to move, when Brian quickly sat up.
“Here,” he whispered. “You lay down.” With that, he slid off onto the floor.
Blinking, Charlotte stared at the now vacant seat.
“Th… thanks,” she stammered, sitting. After arranging her pillow and blanket, she lay down.
It had been a very long day at the end of a very long trip, and when she’d finally gotten comfortable, she found it impossible to stay awake any longer. In a few minutes she was fast asleep.
Charlotte found herself back home, getting undressed in preparation for a shower. As always happened now, she checked herself out in the mirror for a few seconds, admiring her budding nipples and pubic hair. The water in the shower was already on, so she stepped inside and began to wash off. A few minutes into the shower, the curtain was pulled back, revealing her younger brother, Tim, who was just as naked as she.
Smiling, completely unsurprised, Charlotte beckoned with her hand. “Come on in.”
As Tim stepped into the shower, Charlotte tilted her head into the water, running her hands through her hair, arching her back and making sure to give the kid a great look at her breasts. She opened her eyes and looked down at her brother’s penis, which was now hard. There was no hair on it, of course—he was too young for that—but other than that, he seemed completely ready for her.
“Grab them, Tim,” Charlotte said, her smile broadening.
Instead of the kid only grabbing her boobs, he took the right one in his left hand (the same thing James had done) and stuck his right hand onto her crotch, beginning to rub furiously. She took Tim’s penis in her left hand, feeling its hardness—
Gasping, Charlotte woke up, disoriented. Her eyes fluttered open as she realized that she’d been dreaming. It was a dream that she’d had several times before, although it had always stopped with her brother coming into the shower. She suspected that the dream occurred because of a time when she’d walked in on Tim getting ready for a shower.
As the grogginess wore off, she realized that someone had gently shaken her shoulder to awaken her. With mortification, she realized that her right hand was at her crotch. Her left hand was dangling off the seat, right on top of something hard and cylindrical.
Dawning horror came upon her and she jerked her hand back, sitting up. Light from Shelly’s reading lamp still faintly illuminated the area, and by its glow she saw Brian, half-sitting-up, hand still outstretched to where he’d been shaking her.
“Oh my gosh,” she said quickly, swallowing.
“You… you were moaning pretty loud,” Brian said, looking away and obviously trying not to smile.
“Do you think this is funny?” Charlotte asked, and immediately regretted the words as Brian’s face dropped.
“N… no….”
Swallowing again, Charlotte took a deep breath. “I’m sorry, I just… I just…. I’m sorry.”
It was the only thing she could think of to say.
“It’s okay,” Brian said. “And don’t worry, you only… your hand only fell at the very last. That’s when I grabbed your shoulder.”
“I’m so sorry,” Charlotte said again, looking down at the boy to where she’d been touching. There was still a large lump in his pants. Typically, seeing that kind of thing would have disgusted her, but right now she was still extremely turned on from her dream. In fact, she couldn’t look away. It had been so HARD.
Finally pulling her eyes away from the boy’s bulge, she looked around. Besides Brian’s, the only face she could see clearly was Shelly’s, and the girl was either still engrossed in her book, or she was pretending to be.
Slowly, Charlotte lay back down, this time on her belly.
“I really AM sorry,” she whispered to Brian as he also lay back down.
“I know it wasn’t on purpose,” he whispered back. “Sorry for not waking you up earlier. You were moaning for a long time. At least, it seemed like a long time. At first I thought you were having a nightmare.”
“Kind of the opposite,” she confessed, giggling.
There was silence for a few seconds before he responded. “Yeah, I kind of realized that after a while.” Then he surprised her. “Was it about HIM?”
The bitterness in his voice alerted her to who he spoke of. Brian had never liked James; not strange, considering Brian’s massive crush on her.
“No, it wasn’t about him. And, no, it wasn’t about YOU either.” This last she whispered in teasing voice. Still extremely horny, Charlotte almost wanted to tell Brian who it had been about. She still had enough presence of mind to refrain, however.
A few minutes passed and she found it impossible to sleep, this time because of her burning pussy instead of the uncomfortable bus. She tried to let the rhythmic sounds and motions of the vehicle lull her, but it didn’t help.
In fact, she was pretty sure that one rhythmic sound she was hearing had nothing to do with the bus. As she continued to listen, she discovered that the sound came from the floor beneath her.
Swallowing once again, she realized that Brian was masturbating.
Again, instead of disgusting her, the thought of the boy touching his penis sent a bolt of electricity through Charlotte’s body. She found herself wanting to touch Brian again, wanting him to touch her. Since neither was an option, she slowly slid her hand underneath her. It slid easily between her skin and panties and within seconds she had found her clit. She took in a silent breath as she started to rub in a tight, circular motion.
Bill Sherrill says
Reminded me of my high school days in sports being in football the away games we shared the buses with Band, Cheerleader, Flagged and the football team. Thank you