The Wild Girl In The Bus

Summary

On a packed bus heading toward a college, bodies were pressed together so tightly it was hard to move. I deliberately leaned against a delicate, sweet-looking freshman.

She was wearing a short plaid skirt. I hitched the fabric up and pressed myself against her curvy hip.

What caught me off guard was her underwear. There was a small hole worn into the fabric, as if she were already overcome.

Just as I was about to lose control, I pulled back at the last second.

However, she held me there tightly and said, “Mister, don’t stop. Keep going.”