Making out on a bus

*****ANNIE*****

A bus ride at night.

Why did it feel romantic in my lovetionary?

Because it would be something I had never experienced before. Not the bus ride, but the person that would be accompanying me during the hour-long drive.

   We were lucky enough to find empty seats away from the door. Which was perfect for the experience I wanted.

    I had seen the hesitation on Jack's face when I had suggested this mode of transport. It might have been ages since he was on a bus, but he complied anyway.  That's how I knew Jack would do just about anything as long as it made me happy. Well, I'd do the same for him.

     "I'll take the window!" Jack said as he slid on the twin seats to occupy the one against the window. I did not complain. He was acting too cute for me to even dare harbor a negative thought.

Who would have believed that he was a thirty thirty-seven-year old male? Sometimes he acted too childish around me, while I, on the other hand, tried my effing best to seem mature so he wouldn't one day snap out of whatever spell I had used on him.

     Once we were seated, the bus drove off at a steady speed and the lights were turned off. Perfect.

I smiled in the darkness, sliding my little hand in Jack's large one. His was warm and course from years of hard work. But it didn't matter, I liked them just as they were.

    "This is what you wanted?" Jack asked in a whisper.

I giggled softly and gave his hand a squeeze. "Of course. It's the little moments that will make big memories."

   We could only converse in whispers if privacy is what we needed.

For about ten minutes, we sat next to each other in sheer silence and darkness. I had chosen the restaurant up on the hills so that our ride back would be as dreamy as it was happening.

    You have an unpaid debt. The naughty voice reminded.

What debt? I haven't borro-

Don't act silly. Remember? He went down on you the other night.

The memory almost drove my heart to suicide. And clinging on to Jack's arm on my chest, I knew he could feel the pounding of that blood pump.

    The debt my dark side spoke of was well registered in my mind and soul. I had not forgotten, yet I had no idea how to repay it.

Of course you do. He's sitting right next to you. It's dark, it's-

    Hush! I won't listen to you. I yelled at myself.

I wanted to repay his debt, but the only way I could would draw attention to us. It was quiet...and that, was the problem.

   "Are you okay?"

"Huh?" My head jerked from his shoulder.

"Your heart..." Jack whispered, then I felt a hand rest on my left breast. "Why is it beating so-" he gave my boob a slight squeeze, "-hard?"

My lips parted to the incoming gasp that never came. I had managed to suppress it.

    "I'm not...sure." I whispered back.

Jack started fondling it while making conversation. "Maybe we should consult a doctor or something?"

   "Yah! That would be...that would be great."

His hand slipped under my shirt while he adjusted his upper body to face me. His right hand escaped from my grasp and squeezed between my back and the seat so he could tug me closer to him in what would have looked like a normal side embrace.

     Feeling his bare hand on my bare breasts sent my system haywire.

   "I think you're coming down with a fever."

I bit my lip and tried to steady myself as his hand squeezed, twisted and flickered my nipples. It was hard maintaining the strange conversation, but it was our cover.

    "I think so too." I moaned.

"What should we do?" His breaths were slapping the side of my face. Right before  he cleared the hair from my neck using his face.

"I don't know. I'm...scared."

Jack planted the first kiss on my neck and I was ready to jump out of the window if he had told me so.  My brain was shutting down , yet my body could still perceive and interpret signals.

   "You...you shouldn't be." He whispered.

I slid my own hand to join his before urging him to squeeze as hard as he could. The pain was converted to pleasure in milliseconds. And within thirty seconds, Jack was fondling and kissing my neck.

   He at one point sucked, making sure I'd have a lovebite the next day.

       "Aaaw Jack!" I forgot myself for a moment and let out a low moan.

But the male quickly covered it with the pretense conversation.

   "Take a deep breath." Kiss! "The tension will-" Kiss!"-it'll go away."

"Mmm!" I nodded frantically while sending a hand to grab a fist of his hair. I turned my head to the side, finally meeting his face.

Without thinking, I went in for a passionate kiss that knocked the air out of my lungs.

   This was going better than I had planned. I was so horny. What about Jack?

My dark side decided to check.

The hand that was in his hair was slowly sent on a mission south.

It trailed down his face, chest, torso till...it rested on the bulge confined by the soft fabric of his pants. I wasn't sure I had ever touched a man down there with or without clothes. Wasn't sure what to expect but dear Lord, it felt big and full.

    Jack immediately broke the kiss to whisper, "How is it?"

"It's... it's quite...better!" I breathed hoping I had answered his question satisfyingly while confusing anyone who was listening.

     "Oh yah? Then you should take deeper breaths. You might find it more appealing."

The beast whispered in a voice full of struggles.

"I will! I will!" I panted delicately before sucking deep breaths.

I sent my other hand to aid the one on his groin. And together, they loosened Jack's belt and unbuttoned his pants.

Before I could have any second doubts, I sent my right hand under his boxers, coming in contact with his big hot pulsing flesh for the very first time. My fingers could not envelope it entirely, which sent shock waves to my numb brain.

     In a moment of dense surprise, I uttered aloud. "Gawd, it's huge!"