Hello everyone, this is my first attempt at erotic fiction. I'm going with an idea present to me by a friend and want to see what you think. Please read and review and I look forward to your input! Thanks for reading! Oh, and of course, everyone depicted here is eighteen or older!
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At this moment, I was still attempting to fathom exactly what sting of fateful events had transpired to bring me to this exact moment to have this young, eighteen year old goddess' head bobbing down hungrily on my lap, lavishing my thick, swollen member in the heaven that was her mouth. I had long ago made the realization that I was going to hell because I was breaking every ethical and moral fiber of my being by doing this, and honestly that made me the hardest I had ever been in my life.
The day had started out as mundane as any in my life, well as mundane as it can for an assistant debate coach. That entailed me having to wake up at the bright, perky hour of three in the morning to make it to the high school to load onto the bus that would take me and my team of overly rambunctious energetic students on the three hour drive to Denver for our national qualifiers round.
Waking this early in the morning left me asking why I had chosen to take up the position as an assistant coach at the local high school. I knew the answer instantly, it came from the fact that the school was paying me a pretty sum for my prior debate experience in high school, not to mention the multitude of political science and criminal justice classes I had already taken for me to graduate at the end of the year.
Of course, the money wasn't everything that kept me motivated me at helping coach debate. There was also the fact that Pershing Prep was an all girls school, and being immersed amongst thirty some-odd high school girls didn't hurt at all.
"Hey Nick!" Came the cheery voice of Brooke Shields, one of those bubbly, always positive sort of girls who continued to baffle me. It should be criminal for anyone to be this cheery at this time in the morning. I nodded to her as she bounded up the steps of the bus. I couldn't help but notice that she wore the traditional school uniform; pristine white button-up shirt, turquoise-and-emerald tie that complemented the pleated skirt that was wonderful at showing off the girls' toned legs.
Yeah, that's why I keep coming back. I thought humorously to myself. As I yawned quietly as I made my way up the steps into the bus. I frowned slightly as I saw the driver. It was Jake, he wasn't the first choice I would have hoped for driving the bus. Jake had a habit of getting us lost on numerous occasion and I figured it would automatically add an additional hour on the trip's time.
Thankfully, he wasn't going to be my concern that was left to Sheryl, the head coach. All I was needed for was to help watch after the girls, and try and catch some much needed sleep.
As I rounded the corner, I locked eyes with my boss. Sheryl Duvall was a stunning woman, in her late thirties, the woman still looked vibrant and youthful and honestly I had harbored more than my faire-share of fantasies of what I would like to do with her. She kept her blonde hair short, and it did well to accentuate her alabaster skin. She preferred to dress conservatively, wearing pant-suits and blazers, but she also knew how to exploit her femininity. From the supple way she filled out her blouse, to how her legs seemed to go on forever, I fantasized about her and I alone in her classroom, and me bending her over her desk, while I rammed my nice hard member into her before I came all over her phenomenal ass.
Ah, to only dream...I thought as I gave her a welcoming smile. "How's it going, Miss Duvall?" If there was one thing that Sheryl was completely adamant about it was maintaining discipline. Perhaps that was why I fantasized about her as much as I did, there was nothing sexier than a strong woman who demanded respect.
"Hi Nick," She said with her own yawn, "Sorry about that, but honestly I can't wait for us to get on the road. This is going to be a long day." She grumbled, her eyes settling on the back of the driver's head.
"I don't doubt it." I said with a grin of my own, as I looked at everyone who had assembled. As a part of our requirements to participate in tournaments, we were required to provide a number of our own judges. Often times than not we were scraping the bottom of the barrel to find victims...err volunteers. Today though, it seemed like we had a full house and every one of them seemed to have made it onto the bus before I had.
As a general rule, the coaches and judges usually filled the front of the bus while the students packed into the back. I knew from my days in debate that the reasons for that were strikingly obvious, but with it being an all-girls team, I couldn't think of any other reason than for them to escape the dreaded lepers that were adults.
All the same, I found myself filling a bench seat about midway through the bus. I tossed my backpack down on the floor and kicked my feet up on the opposite seat. The pillow I had brought to be my faithful companion was now tucked behind my head as I reached into my coat pocket for my ipod to drift into blissful oblivion.
There was a slight ruffle in the seat behind me that forced my eyes to open. I was rewarded with the overly eager expression of Brittany Shaw looking down at me. She was one of my seniors, and honestly continued to baffle me that someone so gorgeous could be so smart. Those two qualities weren't all that common. Her deep, emerald eyes were mesmerizing even in the dim glow from the bus' internal lights.
"Hi Nick," She said, her voice light and humorous. "Looks like you got suckered with babysitting us."
"I got suckered with nothing," I replied, as I tossed one ear-bud in. "I think you're all old enough to look after yourselves with me chaperoning."
"Oh...you think so." She said, her voice taking on a quirky edge. "To tell you the truth, I wouldn't trust half of the girls alone if I were you."
"Thankfully we're on a bus, no one's alone." I said hoping to brush her off and letting me fall asleep. Sure, talking and dealing with the girls was fun, but at this god-awful hour I just wanted to sleep a few extra hours so I could feel somewhat human.
Brittany, for all her character, merely smirked at me. "Oh, you'd be surprised." She said with a wink, but soon departed.
Pretty soon we were underway. For a lot of people sleeping on a bus is difficult. The constant vibration and jostling from the shocks tend to unnerve some people. For me, it could put me out like a light. While I might sleep, I'm a light sleep, so when I felt something brush against my leg, I was instantly awake. I frowned as I saw Brittany kneeling in the aisle.
"What's going on?" I asked groggily, pulling my ear-buds out as I leaned forward and looked around the rest of the bus. I was surprised to find most of our judges sleeping soundly, actually most of the bus seemed pretty zonked.
"I need to ask you some questions." Brittany said in a low voice.
"About your case? Can't it wait?" I grumbled really not interested in letting my brain get started this early in the morning.
"Actually, it's not about the case." She said in the same low voice. "But I'm wide awake and full of energy, I need to do something or I'm going to be useless for the tournament."
I quirked an eyebrow at her, "Can't you talk to one of the other girls, I mean, I'm sure Brooke is bursting to talk about anything."
Brittany snorted a laugh, "Brooke's out like a light and drooling!"
There was something cute about that little laugh of her that made me think the request over again. "Fine, what do you want to talk about?" I asked.
"Here, let's talk back here so we don't wake anyone up." She beamed, utterly enthused as she beckoned me to follow her back another row. I looked around at the arrangement. It would place two empty rows of seats between us and the judges as well as the students all of whom also looked to be out. At first I was a little apprehensive, but when she situated herself in one bench seat then patted the seat across from her, I felt somewhat more confident that nothing was amiss.
"Okay," I said as I settled into the seat, "What do you want to talk about?"
"Boys!" She said eagerly.
"That's it, I'm leaving." I said as I began to stand up.
Almost as quickly as I rose, her hand shot out and grabbed my arm, "Please, Nick. I really, really need to talk to you about this."
"And I really, really like my job. I'm not going to talk about this with you Brittany."
She smirked at me, "Come on, Nick. It's harmless. What's wrong with just talking?"
"Because talking isn't always harmless," I muttered as I stared into those pleading emerald eyes. Against my better judgment, I chose to retake my seat.
"And you'd know this for a fact?" She asked, her voice taking on that tone of sweet and innocence.
"What do you want to know?" I said, hoping to get this over with as quickly as possible. I glanced down at my phone, and noticed that we had only been on the road for about forty-five minutes.
She leaned forward, keeping her voice so low that I even found it difficult to hear her over the rumble of the bus. "Look, I've been dating my boyfriend, Aaron, for the last couple months, well things are sort of getting a little...well physical."
"I don't want to talk about this." I said realizing the trouble I would find myself in just hearing this much. I began to stand, but Brittany blocked me, she quickly filled the bench seat with me.
"Brittany move!" I demanded in a low growl.
"Nope," She grinned impishly, "I need your help and you're going to give it to me."
"No, I'm not." He hissed back.
"Yes, you are, or Miss Duvall is going to hear about how you tried to take advantage of me back here." She threatened.
I blinked at her horrified. "What the..."
