What If Normal People Pt 01

It had been an amazing game, even though Marianne didn't really understand what was going on. She had been told by some of her fellow school pupils that the score was really close right to the closing seconds, until Connell had burst away and scored. Seconds later the referee had blown his whistle for the end of the game, and they had won.

Whilst the team had collected their kit from the changing room, the spectators had piled back onto the bus to head back to school. Marianne had found a seat halfway down the bus, but as usual she was sitting alone, no-one ever wanted to sit and talk with her; she never wanted them too.

Then a cheer went up, as the players began to climb onto the bus. They were cheered like conquering heroes, slapped on the back, applauded, and Marianne watched as they made their way to the back of the bus to join their friends, the 'in crowd'.

Suddenly, a shadow fell over her, and as she turned to see what was happening, she gasped slightly as Connell was placing his kit bag on the rack above her, then sitting down beside her.

She couldn't breathe, she couldn't focus, she couldn't compute. What was going on? Why was Connell sitting down beside her? But she daren't ask. She could feel herself blushing, her heartrate was rocketing, she could smell his sweat, it was intoxicating.

Then they were off, the bus was moving, bouncing along the road, the half-hour journey back to school, but Marianne felt as if she was floating.

Marianne was desperate to say something, anything, but what? She didn't know how to talk about the game, didn't know the correct terminology, she was scared of sounding foolish. So, she just sat there, still blushing, her heart still pounding in her chest and her ears.

But more frighteningly, her nipples had stiffened, and she could feel her pussy tingling, and getting wet. God! She was excited, and he was just sitting next to her.

Her mind was going into overdrive, all sorts of thoughts were crashing through it, everything around her was a blur.

Then, suddenly, she felt something.

There was a pressure on her leg.

Marianne looked down and nearly screamed. She closed her eyes and counted to three and reopened them. The hand was still there.

Connell's hand was on her leg. On the fabric of her skirt, just above the knee.

What should she do? What should she say? Holy Fuck! This was strange.

As she continued to look at the hand, her vision appeared to go a little fuzzy, and then she realised that for at least the last thirty seconds she had not breathed.

Trying not to make it too obvious, Marianne gulped in some air, hoping that the hand on her leg was not some oxygen starved hallucination. The hand remained, in fact it squeezed harder, and moved a little higher.

The pounding in her heart increased. She was sitting in a crowded bus, with the hero of the hour sitting beside her, and he was touching her leg. What if someone saw them?

Scared of making any noise, Marianne clamped her mouth shut and began to breath deeply in and out of her nose. Now any whimpering, groaning, moaning, or screaming she might like to do would be completely muffled.

Then the hand moved again. Slowly, sliding up and down her quad, stroking gently, but lovingly, like you might stroke a pet. And how she wished she wasn't wearing a long, past the knee, skirt and thick opaque 50 denier tights, and instead had miniskirt and sheer tights, she would feel his hand so much more intimately.

Marianne began breathing in time with Connell's stroking, in when his hand moved up her leg and out when it went down. It was the only way she could control herself.

She closed her eyes and just wallowed in the sensations that coursed from her leg through the rest of her body.

All of a sudden, her eyes popped open. The feeling had changed.

Looking down onto her leg, Marianne couldn't believe what she was seeing. Somehow or other, with his stroking, Connell had managed to cause the hem of her skirt to ride up, so that it was now halfway up her thigh, and his hand was now mostly stroking her tights.

Marianne nearly screamed in surprise, but the excitement of the situation, resulted in her groaning, albeit muffled, loudly instead, causing Connell to pause with his stroking, momentarily. Oh, how she wished she did have sheer tights on then his skin would be so close to hers. In her minds eye, she pictured his hand on her naked flesh, and she shivered with pleasure.

However, the lack of any further response from the stunned Marianne emboldened him, and Connell began his deliberate stroking again.

Slowly, the hem of her skirt inched its way further up her thigh, and Marianne tried to look around her, to see if any of their fellow passengers were watching or could see what was happening.

But, without making it obvious to Connell himself, and she didn't want to make eye contact with him in case it shattered the illusion, she couldn't tell, so she resigned herself to the possibility that they might be being watched.

Marianne sat there beginning to enjoy the soft stroking sensation, until Connell's movements changed, and his hand began to slide in between her legs. Instinctively, she momentarily went to snap her thighs closed, but then passion took over, and she actually opened them just slightly wider, making his access just a little easier. She didn't want this to stop.

Now, Connell began to slide his hand up and down the inside of her thigh, again as before each time inching ever so slowly higher. It was delicious and so tantalising, and again Marianne found her breathing and heart rate increasing, and her pussy began to tingle as well.

Closing her eyes again, she lost herself in the sensations that coursed through her body. As Connell's hand crept higher and higher along her thigh, so all her senses seemed to be heightened and her body was on fire. She could feel the tingling in her pussy beginning to grow, and she almost felt ashamed that her body was betraying her. But still she let his hand edge higher and higher.

Marianne still had her mouth tightly closed, sure that she would not be able to keep silent should she open it, but it did not stop her from being vocal. Excited muffled moans and groans still escaped, and the intensity of them increased as Connell's hand got closer and closer to her panty-covered crotch.

Suddenly, his hand was there, the outside of his hand between her thighs, gently pressed against her sex, and Marianne groaned loudly. She had to see what was happening and her eyes shot open, first looking down, as if to convince herself that what she was feeling was real, then sideways to look at what Connell was doing.

She was stunned to find him looking straight ahead, robotically, not looking at her or down at where his hand now pressed more firmly against her damp, excited, fabric-covered labia, moving again faster and in such a way as to enflame her body even more.

Marianne couldn't believe what he was doing to her. He was going to make her climax, just through this simple movement, although she was pretty sure that the actual person, and the situation were having a massive part in her impending orgasm as well.

To Marianne's horror and amazement, Connell's movements became even more hurried, and she could feel bolts of electricity crashing through her body as her orgasm rushed towards its impending and inevitable conclusion.

Suddenly, the bus jolted violently, and her pussy was rammed against Connell's hand, and she exploded, her body trembling and jerking like crazy. With one hand, she immediately covered her mouth, and her other she slapped down on top of Connell's, not wanting it to leave her crotch, but also desperate for it to stop teasing her sensitive flesh.

She glanced out through the window of the bus, too embarrassed to look directly at Connell, and was shocked to see that the jolt had been caused by the bus driving over the speed bumps at the entrance to the School. They were back, and everyone would begin piling off the bus. They were bound to be found out.

However, Connell, was well aware and quickly yanked his hand back and had Marianne's skirt pulled back down over her knees before she could move. She breathed a sigh of relief as she tried to compose her still erratic breathing and her flushed face.

As the bus drew to a halt, Connell was quickly on his feet. Standing in the aisle, and turning slightly towards Marianne to retrieve his kit bag from the rack, Marianne could not help but notice the significant bulge in his joggers. She gasped, he had been turned on too.

Masturbating her had also make him excited. God, how she wished she could repay him in some way, give him the same pleasure that he had given her. But she just sat there, calming herself, until she was the last on the bus, before she rose and walked off, a smile on her face.

****

Marianne had walked home, to find Lorraine, Connell's mother, cleaning the house. She had blushed slightly on seeing her, as she thought about what her son had just done to her, less than thirty minutes earlier.

She went up to her room and stripped off her school uniform. She had been shocked at how wet her panties and tights had been, they stuck to her vulva as she pulled them down and off. She had touched herself, between the legs, and had almost yelped in pleasure at how sensitive she still was. It was never like this when she masturbated herself.

She needed a shower, although the thought of never washing between her legs again so that she might have some memory of what Connell did made her laugh. She let the warm water play over her body and found that her breasts were still almost as sensitive, and passing a soapy flannel over her labia and clit had her crying out in ecstasy.

She got dressed into some comfortable clothes, a t-shirt and a pair of dungarees, and sat down to begin some revision, but nothing was going to stick, as she replayed the incident on the bus over and over again.

She began to head downstairs, to make a cup of tea, when she heard the doorbell go, and seconds later Lorraine was answering it.

"You're early, I'll be a few minutes, I've still got some work to do," she said, and received a mumbled response, but it made Marianne blush profusely as her heart rate again rocketed, and her pussy began to moisten. It was Connell, come to collect Lorraine as he always did, and she had forgotten all about it.

"No, don't go in there," instructed Lorraine, "I've just mopped the floor," and Marianne knew exactly what that meant.

Waiting a few seconds for Lorraine to move to another part of the house, Marianne then skipped down the stairs, to the empty hallway. To her right was the kitchen, which Lorraine had been mopping when she had got home, therefore it meant that Connell had to be in the room to the left, which was their dining room and study.

Taking the two steps confidently to the door, Marianne saw Connell standing at the opposite side with a book in his hands, reading the back cover.

"You played well," congratulated Marianne, the only thing she thought she could say about the match. Her voice startled Connell, and he looked up to see her, and he too blushed slightly.

"Thanks, that's nice of you," her replied, immediately thinking how crass that had been.

"I can be nice," replied Marianne, teasing him slightly, then she too wished she hadn't.

"I know you can,......" Connell agreed, then added, "The way you are at school,... it not you,.... really."

This had shocked Marianne, she didn't think he knew anything about her but, he was making character judgements, and she was confused as to how to respond.

"How am I, really?" she teased him again, and with Connell's silence she knew this was not going well.

Marianne walked the few steps over towards him, before she made things any worse, she needed to find out why he had made her climax on the bus.

"Why did you do it?" she asked in a whisper, not looking at him until she had finished speaking then she looked up into his face. Connell blushed profusely.

"You know the other day,... you said you liked me,... at the photocopier, you said it," he queried and Marianne nodded, she could remember the little conversation they had had, "Did you mean just as a friend?"

Now, it was Marianne's turn to hesitate slightly.

"No, not just as a friend," she replied quietly, her eyes never leaving Connell's as the pair looked beguilingly at each other.

"I thought not," responded Connell, then he slowly added, "That's why I thought I'd try and find out."

Marianne was stunned, shocked and elated, Connell had touched her up as a way to find out whether she was actually interested in him. She could only assume that if she had rejected him, then he wouldn't have shown any interest in the future, but as she had allowed him to continue he must have presumed that she wanted it to happen.

Suddenly, Marianne had a plan. She took a small step closer, now they were nearly touching. Imperceptibly, she moved her right hand to cover the small gap between them, and with her palm she pressed against Connell's groin, immediately finding his semi-hard cock pressing back against her.

Connell gasped and tried to take a step away, but found himself backed up against the dining table, and Marianne had followed him, maintaining the close distance between them.

"My turn now," she whispered breathlessly, as she grasped his bulge through the baggy material of his joggers. She moved her hand along his length, purring delightedly as Connell groaned with pleasure.

But Marianne had a little problem, she had never done this before, never seen, never mind held a cock before, but she was so determined to make Connell cum, just as he had her.

"Shit! Holy fuck!" gasped Connell, as Marianne squeezed and massaged his cock through the fabric of his clothes.

"Is that ok?" asked Marianne, scared in case she had hurt him. Connell could only nod excitedly.

Marianne didn't know whether Connell would cum this way, and was desperate to get a better feel of him so she quickly released his cock and wriggled her hand down inside the waistband of his joggers to find the hard, fleshy rod tenting his boxers. Now, Marianne could almost wrap her fingers around his shaft, and she began to squeeze and massage it more vigorously.

"Marianne! Oh God!" whispered Connell, as he threw his head back as he felt his balls begin to tighten. Marianne grinned broadly, she knew she had no idea if she was doing it right, but it certainly seemed to be having the desired effect, so she increased her efforts.

Suddenly, Connell tensed, his hips began bucking as he thrust his cock towards her. Marianne could feel it swell even more and begin pulsing in her hand. She didn't want to let it go, and could feel fluid oozing through the fabric of Connell's boxers and on to her hand, and slowly the hard pole began to subside.

"OK Connell, we can go now," came Lorraine's voice from nearby, jolting Marianne and Connell from their ecstasy. Reluctantly, Marianne pulled her hand from Connell's joggers, as he gulped in breaths of air as he tried to compose himself.

The pair looked longingly into each other's eyes.

"You won't tell anyone of this?" questioned Connell unsure.

"As if I talk to anyone at school," joked Marianne in reply.

Connell slowly made his way to the door of the dining room, then looked back at Marianne, smiled, and was gone.

Marianne, sat down on the sofa, still breathing deeply, then slowly she lifted her hand to her face and breathed in deeply.

She could smell his fluids on her hand.

She stuck out her tongue and licked, and licked, and licked.