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"Shit shit shit."
Rachel cursed under her breath as she pulled her car into the school parking lot and saw the pair of coach buses already lined up. Her eyes narrowed. Only a couple students were still standing outside. The rest had boarded.
Shit.
She cursed again.
Throwing the car in park, she checked her face in the mirror quickly and hopped out. She clutched the light sweater she had on overtop her white tank top. She hadn't had a chance to button it and her fingers fumbled as her heels clanked hurriedly along to her rushed pace towards the buses.
As she reached the closer of the two buses and climbed the steps to board, her stomach clenched. It felt like every eye was on her and she hated being in situations where the spotlight was focused and bright. Well, these days anyway. There might've been a time when such attention had been welcomed, or at least accepted with amused indifference. But that wasn't the case these past few months. Not the case at all.
The dread in her stomach migrated to her temples and began a steady pulsing as she quickly scanned her eyes over the numerous rows of full seats in front of her. Not wanting to wallow in the discomfort, she began to make her way quickly down the aisle. She was the very last person to board and she swallowed as she took in row after row of occupied seats. She hadn't seen Rebecca and she was grateful that perhaps she was on the other bus. But she did see another set of faces that made her flinch and look away.
Austin.
And Michelle.
Rachel met both sets of their eyes quickly as she passed the seat they were sharing. Austin's expression had been casual but there had only been disdain in Michelle's. Rachel thought back to that awful and awkward meeting they'd had in the parking lot several weeks back. She'd quite literally been on her way with Austin to blow him in his car after he'd talked her into getting some quick morning head.
Their timing couldn't have been worse, and with a little "help" from Rebecca, suddenly they'd come face to face with Michelle (Austin's recent ex) as the implication of what exactly they were doing together came into an uncomfortable (if still grainy) focus.
Rachel had done an admirable job of worming her way out, but she'd been sure that Michelle had left with at least the suspicion that something unsavory was going on between her ex-boyfriend and a girl known school-wide for her acts of oral friendliness. The thought had flooded her with shame and regret and bothered her for the rest of the day.
However, it hadn't stopped her from keeping her promise to Austin to have another "film study session" after school in the secret room he'd shown her above the gym. She'd gotten naked for him and sucked his dick, almost succumbing to his requests to repeat the performance just minutes after she'd finished.
Rachel flinched again as she passed their seat and continued to feel Michelle's judgment on her. She wasn't sure exactly when it had happened, but apparently Austin and Michelle had reconciled and were now "together" again. Or sort of. She hadn't really bothered to investigate their official status.
While she didn't really have any feelings for Austin, the news of him and Michelle had strangely hurt her a little. She'd hooked up with him a handful of times and she'd actually more or less enjoyed doing so. Austin was kind of a dick, but he was funny and easy to joke with. And although their "relationship" had really just been a series of isolated sessions of her getting naked and sucking him off, she liked being around him.
She understood why Michelle might hate her now. Even though it had been weeks after their breakup before she'd first hooked up with Austin, she was sure that such knowledge hadn't been well received. Rachel tried to take solace in the fact that at least she hadn't been the "other woman" and hooked up with him while he and Michelle had actually been dating. But given that she wasn't exactly clear on the timeline of when the now-happy couple had gotten back together, she also wondered if perhaps the last time she'd gotten on her knees for Austin hadn't also eliminated that distinction as well. It really had only been about a week since...
The pit in her stomach intensified and she tried to move on from the thoughts. She was nearing the back of the bus and beginning to wonder if there were any seats available at all when she heard her name.
"Hey, Rach! Hey, come sit back here!"
Rachel followed the sound and paused as she comprehended the scene. The person calling her was Craig, a guy she knew from class (and from another thing involving a ride in Austin's car one afternoon). He was sitting in the very last row with another boy she recognized. Every row on the bus contained two seats except for the last once which had three since it abutted the tiny closet bathroom that rarely anyone ever used.
"Yeah, we got room."
Rachel's eyes shifted from Craig to the other boy as she took in his smiling affirmation of his buddy's invitation. His name was Blake, and while Rachel didn't have any classes with him, she knew him somewhat socially from parties and such. It was even possible that she'd kissed him (in the most casual of ways) during some drinking game dares. She wasn't exactly sure.
Not wanting to remain standing awkwardly in the aisle, Rachel did a quick final glance around and confirmed that the seat with the boys was the only remaining option on the bus. She turned back to face them and felt a sudden rush of warmth between her legs as she caught Blake's eyes flick quickly to her chest. Unlike his "meh" looking seatmate, Blake was actually pretty handsome. He had a well chiseled face and his smile was bright. Rachel felt another quick vibration trickle through her as a reminder of her failed attempt at some morning relief in her bedroom resurfaced. She shivered and stepped forward.
Craig and Blake continued to smile warmly at her as she made her way to the last row and prepared to sit. Of course they'd left the middle seat open and Rachel tingled again as she slipped past Blake's aisle position and felt his knees brush across the back of her skirt. As she sat down gently between the boys, she instinctively moved her hands up to begin to button her sweater across her tank top. But for a reason she couldn't explain, she stopped and left it open.
"Yo, you cut it close, girl! Almost got left behind."
Rachel turned towards Craig's friendly, teasing voice and grinned in response. She'd noticed his eyes jump up from the generous view his position gave of her chest. She suddenly became more aware of just how close she was to both boys. She wasn't dressed inappropriately (save her sweater being left unbuttoned), but being shoulder-to-shoulder with two taller seatmates created an offering of her full cleavage that couldn't be ignored.
"Yeah, I'm a mess. Set my alarm to P.M. by accident."
Rachel grinned again and shrugged as she turned her head back to look in Blake's direction. He, too, had clearly been enjoying his own view. She watched his gaze move from her boobs down to the generous amount of her toned thighs that were on display beyond her black skirt which had ridden up a bit. Students were supposed to dress more formally for field trips and Rachel
had
done that. Only now with her sweater unbuttoned and her skirt hiked up, the end result was decidedly more cocktail waitress than classy museum patron.
None of this was lost on any of the three students sharing the row and Rachel's little sparks of arousal began to rise into a gentle hum. The eyes on her made her feel sexy and her bedroom session had left her obviously on edge. Even seeing Austin and Michelle, while mainly troubling, had forced some sexual images back into her brain. All that coupled with the fact that she was sitting in between (and fully touching) two boys in a semi-private seating arrangement at the very back of the bus made the air of the moment feel strangely exciting.
After a few minutes, the buses pulled away from the school and began the lengthy trek to the museum the class was visiting. Rachel and the boys engaged in some casual talk for a little while, but it didn't take long for the conversation and comments to begin to take a slightly more suggestive turn. The boys obviously both knew Rachel's reputation (Craig having direct experience) and getting almost an hour to themselves with her wasn't an opportunity they planned to waste without at least testing the waters. And in her currently swirling mood, Rachel was more than happy to engage in some flirting.
