Author’s Note: All characters are at least 18 years of age, so there.
CHAPTER 1: The Wheels on the Bus Go ‘Round and ‘Round
Shit
, Megan Orr thought,
it’s going to be a long day.
It was barely seven o’clock on a Saturday morning, and Megan was already on a school bus, heading across town to a swing choir competition at another of the city’s high schools. Megan’s group was scheduled to be the first to perform, at 8:30, and then they would have nothing to do for more than eight hours until the finalists were announced at five that afternoon. And, to make it worse, she’d been stuck sitting next to Peg Bachman, the perkiest bitch in her whole school. Well, except that even Peg didn’t look too perky this morning. Indeed, she looked positively miserable slouched down in the green vinyl seat, Mountain Dew in one hand, Red Bull in the other, and sunglasses shielding her slightly bloodshot eyes from even the first tentative rays of the morning sun. “Rough night, Peggy?” Megan couldn’t help but ask, though she did manage to keep most of the smirk off her face.
“You have no idea,” Peg replied. “I had to drink, like, seven beers before Josh figured I was drunk enough to fuck him--and then the little bastard barely got it in me before he came. I went home to finish the job myself, but as soon as I climbed into bed I fucking fell asleep, and didn’t wake up early to do anything about it this morning. Fuck, I’m horny--and this goddamn bus seat doesn’t make it any easier to deal with.”
“Tell me about it,” Megan said. Sitting in the back seat, they felt every little bump the bus went over, right near their most sensitive areas. Bus rides always made her horny for some reason--maybe, she supposed, it had something to do with giving her first handjob in the back seat of another bus, and discovering how much she enjoyed giving another person pleasure.
Peggy pushed her sunglasses down a couple of millimeters and looked at Megan. “How long has it been since you got laid, anyway, girl?”
“Too goddamn long,” Megan told her.
“Don’t tell me it’s been since you and Ben hooked up.”
“No, but almost that long.”
“Damn, that’s way too long.” As the bus turned a corner, the just-risen sun hit Peggy’s eyes, and she immediately shoved her sunglasses back up again. “Christ, it’s too early in the morning for this shit.” Peggy slouched down in the seat, trying to move her head below the window, and closed her eyes.
You’re goddamn right it’s too long
, Megan said to herself. It had been six weeks since the hook-up with Ben that Peg had mentioned, and five since her last sexual encounter. The bus was still a long way from its destination, so she closed her eyes and let herself drift back…
Ben was probably the school’s best athlete, quarterback of the football team and captain of the basketball team. He was also one of those rare jocks who went out for choir as well, and had even gone so far as to make a deal with his coaches to let him skip two days of before-school workouts (by coming in early the other three days of the week) so he could go out for swing choir. And, to make matters worse, he was gorgeous. Naturally, all the girls in the swing choir were crushing on him big-time. Megan was certainly no exception to this rule--for one number at the fall concert, Megan had been his partner in the choreography.
God, how wet I used to get dancing with him,
she recalled.
Six weeks before, Ben had been deeply depressed during the Tuesday morning practice. This was extremely unusual, so when she noticed that he was still depressed on Thursday, she decided to go over after practice and ask if anything was wrong.
“More like everything is wrong,” he’d replied. “I broke up with Sue over the weekend.”
Good for you,
Megan thought, and almost said. Sue Johnson was the school’s head cheerleader, who pretty much considered it her mission in life to date the star quarterback. “Sorry to hear that,” was what she’d actually said.
“It’s probably for the best, anyway,” Ben said.
“Listen, the bell’s about to ring, so would you maybe want to--“
Shit!
Megan screamed to herself, as the bell indeed rang before she could finish her sentence.
Some of the frustration must have shown on her face, because Ben actually smiled at her. “Stop by my locker before lunch, and ask me then,” he said before grabbing his books and leaving the auditorium.
She hadn’t actually had the chance to stop by his locker, though, because he’d found her at hers between third and fourth periods. “So, what were you wondering if I’d maybe want to do?” he asked.
“Um, I thought maybe you’d like to, um, get together and talk about what happened,” she managed to stutter, caught unprepared.
“That sounds good,” he said. “Listen, I hate to ask this, but could you pick me up? My folks are both out of town this weekend, and Dad’s car is in the shop, so he’s taking mine.”
Megan only nodded, not trusting herself to say anything else.
“See you about eight, then,” Ben had said before disappearing into the hallway crowd.
This is so fucking great!
Megan had thought.
Not only am I going out with the cutest guy in school, who’s on the rebound and hopefully ready for a rebound fling, but we don’t even have to try and find a place to do it, because his parents are gone!
Megan’s parents had sent her to Catholic schools more for the high quality of the education she’d get there rather than out of any deep religious belief in the family, but right now Megan figured there
had
to be a God--and that, right now, he was pulling for her to get laid.
When Ben answered the doorbell Saturday night (which had been rung at
exactly
eight o’clock), he hadn’t seemed dressed to go out, unless--and the part of Megan that was dreading what could go wrong this evening quickly fleshed out an entire scenario--he was intending his outfit of sweatpants and ratty T-shirt to display for any of their classmates that this wasn’t actually a date. “I hope you don’t mind,” he’d said, “but I’m not sure if I’m up to going out tonight. You want to maybe just order a pizza or some Chinese and talk here?”
I’d rather just drop to my knees right here and yank those sweats down to your ankles,
said another part of Megan, one that was coming through a lot louder and clearer.
Sweet Jesus, is he wearing anything under those?
“I wouldn’t mind a little Chinese at all,” she said, while the horny voice in her head added,
I’ll have the Cream of Sumyungi.
After Ben had ordered the delivery, they’d sat and talked--about everything other than what Megan had assumed they’d been talking about, his breakup with Sue. By the time the food arrived, they’d pretty much exhausted school gossip, and so they ate in an increasingly awkward silence. As Ben left to put the leftovers in the fridge, Megan began summoning up all her courage.
I am
not
