This is another installment of the Friendship series. It doesn't involve much school, but another of my fantasies. Just a quick disclaimer, I don't support cheating, and if you don't either, you may not like this story. I thought it added more depth to the story, but I'd love to know what you think. I hope you enjoy it as much as I do! As always, comments are always appreciated!
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Anna walked to the bus, feeling the eyes lingering on her body. She was becoming proud of her figure, trimmed by the regular swimming she undertook, and knew the long dark brown ponytail brushing the small of her back dragged attention to her ass. She was still rounded around the middle, but her breasts and ass were more than satisfactory, and she loved the way she attracted attention, just by swinging her hips just that little bit more.
The doors swung open for her, and the bus driver stared at her as she stepped up on the step. Leaning forward to pass her change to the driver, she was shunted forward as the man behind her pushed at her, complaining that she was taking her time. Her school shirt pressing against the mesh that the driver sat behind; pushing her 34D breasts in front of the wide-eyed driver. Looking over her shoulder, he grinned at the man behind her in thanks.
Rolling her eyes and tossing her hair, Anna dug through her bag to find her purse. Dropping the coins in the driver's outstretched hand, she ignored his smirk.
Anna walked to the end of the bus, dodging feet and elbows. Wedging herself into a seat between a lady who had abnormally hairy arms, and a business man talking hurriedly into his phone, she sighed, resigning herself for the long, stuffy trip home.
Hanging up his phone, the business man leaned back against the seat, his hand resting next to his thigh. He was of average looks, his body mostly hidden by the suit jacket he wore; although it was clear that he was relatively fit.
Anna opened her school bag, searching through her file for homework she could easily do on the bus.
Feeling increasingly warm between the two people, she shrugged off her thick school 'Leaver's' jacket and revealed the navy polo underneath. Folding her jacket over her long legs, revealed by the tight-fitting beige skirt, she rested her hands in her lap under her jacket and continued working on her English.
Anna could feel the warmth of the business man's hand on her left thigh, and was suddenly very aware of him, tightly packed together. His shoulder touched hers, his hand connected their legs, their hips only a finger's breadth apart. Rolling her shoulders to shake out the stress gathered between them, she could feel him, strong and solid next to her.
A part of her relaxed, comfortable with the strength next to her. She knew she was naturally submissive, and had to fight her instincts daily to not give in and submit to the dominant personalities that were around her. Someone had once told her that to be submissive was ultimately to be dominant, because without the sub's consent, the Dom had no power at all; but she couldn't see how she was dominant at all. Her efforts to remain at the top of her social ladder were exhausting, but she saw no other way to be her best than to fake her strength until she had had enough, and crumbled; unwilling to reveal her true colours - a complete nympho.
Only Lauren knew, only she understood what her struggle was.
Slumping a little in her seat, she allowed herself to relax under the presence he gave.
Clearly, he could notice the difference in her demeanour. Chuckling quietly, he shifted an inch away from her, waiting to see what her response would be. Almost immediately, she turned her head and leaned closer to him, only a little, but enough that he could see, and he chuckled again.
His hand moved until he was touching her thigh, his index finger stroking against her leg. Her pen tapped her papers half-heartedly a few times, before she gave up the idea of concentrating on her English. The three 'there's' could wait until she got home, and she rested her book on her lap, on top of her jumper.
Her left hand dropped down until it was touching his thigh, before creeping over and laying her hand palm down on his thigh.
His fingers intensified in their stroking, moving to cover her whole thigh. His hands were large, and she giggled to herself, remembering the childish saying, 'as big as his hands'. Her hand squeezed his thigh in excitement, and she could feel him jump.
Her confidence gave out as she saw for the first time how big he was - scared as she finally realized what she was doing.
