Rebecca sat bored near the front of the bus, idly scrolling through her phone. Living furthest from the school amongst her classmates she was always the last one to get off. Sometimes she didn't mind, the quiet was nice and she didn't have to deal with the rest of the losers who made up the student body.
She wouldn't have to put up with them at all for much longer though. She was in her final year, having turned 18 back in March. Exams were only a few months away and then she'd be free, free to get a real life. College, then a good job. Her life was hers to lead.
With a sigh of irritation she put her phone away. There was only so long you could scroll Twitter before you got sick of it. Leaning her arm on the window sill she watched the world go by, not really seeing it. That was ok, she'd be home soon.
In the driver's seat Steve glanced up from the slow traffic in front of him, looking at his one remaining passenger in the rearview mirror. His hands tightened on the steering wheel. Most girls grew out of their bitchy phase before their final year but somehow this one had determinedly stuck to hers.
This was a new route for him, he'd never driven busses for a high school before but he'd had plenty of time this semester to get the lay of the land. Most of the kids were alright but there were always a couple who ground his gears.
From the many conversations he'd overheard during the year he'd learned quite a few things about this girl. She was on the cheerleading team for one, not captain and that fact regularly pissed her off. It was clear she thought she deserved the position, spending entire bus rides belittling her teammates to her friends.
Steve had to admit she had the looks for cheerleading. Her long brunette hair was tied back in a ponytail, away from her fair-skinned face. Her cheeks were gently dusted with freckles and her hazel eyes, which usually spent so much time narrowed in derision and judgement, were currently unfocused with boredom.
Steve let his gaze stray lower, over the girl's modest B-cup, completely unflattered by the baggy sweater she wore. Reaching up he adjusted the cabin mirror, angling it down so he could look at her legs. Rebecca sat leaning against the side of the bus, one long leg crossed over the other, miles of soft pale skin on full display poking out from under the short skirt she wore. Steve felt his pants tighten as he thought about what lay between those toned thighs.
He hadn't heard anything to suggest Rebecca was an easy girl. She didn't have a boyfriend to his knowledge and though she had no shortage of insulting words for everyone that crossed her path, he'd never heard her talking about any romantic encounters she might have had, even though she'd been legal for almost half a year now.
His gaze slid back up her body to her admittedly pretty face. She had a soft face, the kind of face that was supposed to be attached to a demure, wifely type instead of the judgmental brat it actually was. His gaze centred on her mouth and the pair of full lips, slightly shiny with her lip gloss and which seemed always ready with an insult or a sarcastic quip. There were so many times in the past few months he'd just wanted to stop the bus, walk up to her seat and give that smart mouth something else to occupy it for a while.
The driver's groin tightened again, his long, thick shaft pressing against the seam of his trousers and making a noticeable tent. He wanted nothing more than to teach this girl a good hard lesson.
Decision made, when the traffic finally got moving again Steve turned off the regular bus route, looking for somewhere with some privacy.
When the engine died a while later Rebecca blinked out of her bored stupor, coming back to herself and looking outside. The bus was parked at the back of an empty lot, far from the road and anyone who might see them.
"What the hell?" she said turning to the front of the bus where the driver was getting out of his chair. "You haven't dropped me off yet!"
"Don't worry, darlin'," said the bus driver walking toward her with long, purposeful strides. "I didn't forget about you."
Rebecca uncrossed her legs and slid across the seat towards the aisle, glaring up at him, her mouth already opening with the intent to spew yet another insult as he stepped in front of her. The words died on her lips however as she was suddenly brought face to face with the massive tent in the driver's slacks and there was no doubt as to what it was.
Flushing a deep shade of pink Rebecca forced her eyes back up to his face, taking in his cold blue eyes and his short military haircut, but not before her gaze had swept across the rest of him, taking in his physique in a way that had her blush darkening further.
So she liked what she saw? Good. It would make things a lot easier. Steve knew he was built. He'd been in the army in his younger years, and though he'd been discharged due to injury he'd never let up on his fitness. He was a little thicker around the middle now than he used to be, but the hours he still kept in the gym had maintained his powerful form. Broad chest, and strong arms and legs, all packed with thick muscle.
"You're such a pretty girl," he said reaching out to trail his fingers down her cheek. "Shame you've had such a smart mouth all year."
"What the hell do you care?" Rebecca snapped, jerking away from his touch.
Steve raised a hand as though he was gonna backhand her, taking pleasure in the way she flinched. Good, at least she knew that consequences for her actions existed. But he wasn't one to hit a woman so the strike never connected.
"Please don't hit me," she said, immediately cowed.
"Don't worry," Steve said. "I ain't gonna hurt you, just as long you do what I say."
He reached down and unbuckled his belt, unzipping his fly and pulling himself free from his pants. Rebecca's eyes widened when she saw what he was packing. He was big, at least eight inches, and thick. She licked her lips and though Steve knew it was nervousness, he liked to think there was a bit of anticipation as well.
He stepped closer, putting his free hand on her head and guiding her forward towards the tip of his cock.
"No!" stammered Rebecca.
"Yes," said Steve firmly, his tone brooking no argument. "You're going to wrap that nasty mouth of yours around my cock and blow me until I'm satisfied."
"Then will you take me home?" she asked hopefully.
"As soon as we're done," Steve promised.
