All characters are 18+
On what felt like an ordinary afternoon, I sat on the school bus, desperately wanting to get home. Friday's always felt like the longest rides, I was always eager to get my weekend started. I sat in the second to last row of the bus, away from the underclassmen. They were loud, obnoxious, and annoying. By this time, however, they had all gotten off the bus already, as my stop was one of the last. There were only a few students left. One of them was another senior, who was sitting in the seat directly behind me. His name is Travis.
I didn't know Travis very well, I'd only spoken to him a few times. I had definitely taken notice of him, however. I always found him handsome, and he had a confident and "I don't give a fuck" attitude that I found very attractive.
I looked out the window when I noticed that the bus wasn't moving much. "Great, LOTS of traffic..." I thought to myself, as I absentmindedly removed my hair tie and straightened out my hair. As I did so, I accidentally flipped my hair over the seat. The seats in this bus were low, they only went up a little past my shoulders. I realized that my long, wavy hair was right in Travis' face. That's when I suddenly felt a hand take gentle hold of my hair.
I let out a soft gasp, as Travis began playing and caressing with my hair. I froze, unsure of what to do. I should've slapped his hand away. I should've turned and confronted him. I should've moved away from him. Instead, I was only able to give a weak protest.
"Travis, stop. Let me go..." I said, meekly, not even turning to face him. He simply ignored me, continuing to run his hand through the hair presented right in front of him, at his disposal. I made no effort to resist him.
"What's wrong with me?" I thought to myself. I should've been able to tell him off with confidence. What was stopping me? Why wasn't I angry?
As I tried to gain the strength to stop Travis, I instead imagined his handsome face and his attractive body. Mixed with the feeling of him running his hand through my locks, I realized I couldn't stop him because I liked it. I was turned on by his touch. I felt my face burn red as I dropped my head in shame. How could I be enjoying this? Do I have any integrity?
Travis suddenly took his free hand and took another handful of my hair. He then firmly, but gently pulled on it, raising my head back up. The unexpected tug caused me to gasp. My body also moved back, as I was now sitting straight up, my back straight up against the backrest of the seat.
"Stay close." He said, softly.
As Travis released his firm grip, I obeyed him, not moving away. I trembled, partially out of fear, but also arousal. I was quickly losing control to him.
As he continued to toy with my wavy strands, his free hand returned. This time, however, he began caressing my neck. I shuddered at the feeling of his hand on my skin as I let out a moan. He began to run his fingers back and forth on my neck, under my chin, and along my collarbone. I couldn't believe how turned on I was by his gentle touches. I was completely covered in goosebumps. After a few minutes he leaned in close to me and let out a soft breath on my neck.
"Mmm..!" I moaned, louder than I wanted to. I looked up for the first time in a while, making sure no one was watching me. The few students that were still on the bus had their eyes glued to their phones, and the bus driver had his eyes on the road. He never paid us much attention.
Travis finally let go of me. "Come sit next to me." He whispered into my ear, then giving me a gentle kiss on the neck.
I immediately scooted towards the edge of the seat and stood up to join him in the back seat. He had completely seduced me. I was too turned on to disobey him now. As I turned and faced him, I blushed when we made eye contact for the first time. Seeing his face as he took control of me made it more humiliating. Travis had also stood up, letting me go first.
"Sit by the window." He ordered, displaying his dominance over me.
As we both sat down, he took hold of my legs and placed them on his lap, laying me down as the back of my head rested against the bus window. He then rubbed and massaged my bare legs, as I was wearing shorts that day. I leaned back and let out a pleasured sigh at the tingles on my legs from his touch. I was still embarrassed and upset at myself for letting him do this to me without my consent, but I was too aroused to stop him.