Patty wasn't pretty- at all. She was 5-10 and had a big-boned body type that could best be described as "dumpy." She had brown eyes, brown hair that was lazily parted in the middle, and a wardrobe that largely consisted of sweatshirts, jeans, and workboots. She and I lived in the same apartment complex, and took the same bus to school.
Earlier that year I witnessed Patty in a fistfight at the school cafeteria where she absolutely pummeled a male student who was ever bigger than her. She had him by the collar with one hand and mercilessly battered him into submission with the other. She was far from the brightest person in the world- she'd been left behind at least once, and was taking the easiest courses imaginable to get the credits needed to graduate.
I was eighteen years old, and in the odd position of moving to a new city in the middle of my senior year in high school. It wasn't an easy adjustment, but I figured I'd hang in there for a year, stick to my studies, and start college next year. At 5-8 and with a slight frame, I mostly kept to myself and stayed away from the rough and tumble characters that Patty associated with.
Patty treated me with a touch of distain, but we got along well enough. On Monday, gym was my final class, and it ran late. With no time to change into my regular clothes, I grabbed my knapsack and ran to the bus. I barely made it, and as a result the seats in the front of the bus were all taken. As I walked toward the back of the bus where the rowdier kids sat, I noticed there was an empty seat next to Patty. When I meekly asked if I could take it, Patty stood up and motioned for me to sit near the window, as not to place me between she and her friends.
That was fine with me. The conversations were loud and profane, and several marijuana joints were passed around on the back of the bus. Patty offered me a hit, but I politely declined. As the ride continued, the bus became less crowded. There were plenty of other seats available, but Patty continued sitting next to me. As she said goodbye to the last of her friends, we were alone in the back of the bus with a few other kids closer to the front. I could tell Patty was as high as a kite.
Out of nowhere, Patty put her hands on my exposed legs. I was taken aback, but I let her do so without resistance. From there she started feeling me up all over, and soon began rubbing my cock through my gym shorts. "What do we have here?" she cooed at me, trying to be sexy.
I don't know what came over me. In an attempt to discourage her from touching me, I said "come on, Patty- you're not even going to get me hard."
Patty shot me a wicked smile. "Let's see about that" she said as she continued to stroke my cock through my gym shorts. It felt okay, but I didn't want to encourage her, nor did I want to insult her for fear of being attacked. I figured that there was about five minutes left before we got to our stop, and if I could keep my mind on other things I could keep my cock from getting hard before we got there.
Patty kept playing with me, and my penis went from "flaccid" to "hardening" when we arrived our stop. I looked at her and shrugged sheepishly as the bus came to a stop and we got off.
As I headed toward my apartment, Patty told me to wait up. For a moment I considered running away, but I realized that I'd have to see her the next day anyway. So I approached her.
"Hey, thanks for everything, but I've kind of got a girlfriend back where I used to live and I really need to get home."
Patty shook her head. "Come with me" she said with a stern stare.
I tried desperately to think of an excuse. "No, Patty, I can't" I said in a panic. Patty, "I can't. I've got to..."
Patty grabbed me by the collar with her left hand and cocked back her fist with her right. It occurred to me that I was in the exact position the poor guy she pounded in the cafeteria was in.
"Are you saying that I can't get you hard?" she asked.
"No, Patty...please" I pleaded. "I just want to go home."
"Follow me" Patty said in a tone that let me know I was being warned. I meekly accompanied her to her apartment, walking a respectful step behind her. She opened the door, and ushered me into her bedroom, which was an unkempt mess, and told me to lie on the bed.
"Now" she purred, "let's see if I can get you hard." She resumed stroking my cock through my shorts, and I did everything I could to resist getting an erection. I figured that if I didn't, she'd get frustrated, give up, and let me go home. It felt good, but I was still able to resist getting hard. Then, a sign of hope- the phone rang, and Patty stopped what she was doing to answer it.
"Take off all of your clothes and lie on the bed- I won't be long" she said as she left the room. I was mortified by the request, but I felt that I had no choice. I quickly removed my t-shirt, shoes, socks, gym shorts, and underwear and lied naked waiting for her to finish her phone call.
I flinched nervously as she re-entered the room.
"Mmmm...nice body!" she said as she sat on the bed and started playing with my exposed cock. She was still fully clothed, as I laid there completely naked. As she used both hands to jerk me off, it was getting more and more difficult to keep from getting aroused. I closed my eyes and thought of math problems, boring poetry- anything to keep from getting hard.
