Rashi Taes the Bus Home

It had been a few weeks since I visited my parents at my hometown. Because of overload at work, I couldn't find the right time to make the trip. We had a major family function coming up, and with the date so close by I couldn't find bus tickets anywhere. Eventually, my brother had to request his friend, who owned a tour and travel service, to help me out.

"We told you to book early, but you never listen." Pavit griped. "You are lucky that Jivan could arrange for a ticket for Friday night. The ticket is in his name, but he will speak to the driver about you traveling instead. Now, make sure you reach the bus station on time, Rashi."

I mumbled my reply and hung up. I hated Pavit helping me with anything, because he never let me forget it. Especially if it involved his friends, who he treated like they walked on water. And, Jivan was the worst of the lot, always snide and arrogant.

I reached the bus terminal 20 minutes ahead of departure and walked around looking for my bus number. Spotting the big yellow bus, I double checked the number and boarded. After the driver ticked off my ticket, I made my way down to the end of the corridor, stopping at the last berth. #L39. Surprised, I scanned the seats around to see if there was a mistake. #L39 was a double sleeper, and I was a single traveller.

I called my brother up. "Pavit, the ticket is a double berth. Check na, if there is a mistake."

"How can it be a mistake when Jivan arranged it himself? Must be another lady passenger. Just adjust and don't make an issue." Pavit sounded exasperated, which was not surprising given that I was questioning his lord and master, Jivan.

I rolled my eyes and hung up. Thankfully, it was the lower berth and the wall side, so I quickly crawled inside and stowed my backpack away. These sleeper berths, similar to how they are in trains, were decently comfortable. The left side of the bus was all single berths, and the right were doubles.

I was dressed in loose jeans and a t-shirt, and underneath I wore comfy cotton boy-shorts and a thin wireless bralette. Normally, once I would settle down in my berth and drew the curtains, I would take my jeans off so I could sleep comfortably in my shorts. That is, when I travelled as a single passenger. I debated with myself for a few seconds if should do that now. Finally, comfort won over everything else, and I closed the privacy curtains and quickly shimmied out of my jeans, straining to move quickly before the other passenger showed up. I hoped she would be a nice, quiet lady who wouldn't snore. I tied my shoulder-length hair into a high ponytail, and unfurled the complimentary blanket. I laid down on my wall side and waited, listening to the passengers boarding.

The AC switched on and I sighed with relief. Flipping to lie on my tummy, I stretched out to savor the extra space while I still had it. I was close to dozing off, the gruelling month of work had disrupted my sleep cycle. Snuggling deeper into the blanket, my eyes drooped shut, unable to wait up for my co-passenger to arrive.

At some point I realised this lady had boarded, and she was definitely was not quiet, shaking the entire berth as she laid down. I could tell the bus was slowly moving, probably exiting the terminal, the engine noise coupled with the hum from AC was extremely loud. The lights had been switched off to prepare for the night journey, and the zero watt blue emergency light bathed everything in an eerie glow. Squinting one eye open, I peered into the almost dark cabin, able to make out that she was a very large lady. Her silhouette appeared to be a small mountain looming over me. I groggily wondered if I should greet her or continue to pretend to sleep. I was still deciding, when she leaned over and hooked an arm around my torso and sort of pushed-pulled me towards the wall.

I was so shocked she touched me, that my gasp came out as a croak. "Hey!"

"Hey yourself, Rashi." A deep, throaty voice answered me.

~ This was no lady!

"W-Who... wh-what?" I sputtered, blinking awake, trying to come up on my elbow. The arm remained over me, making it hard to rise up.

"Move over, I need more space." The arm jostled me again.

~ The nerve of this guy! How dare he!

I made a valiant effort to dislodge the arm, but it weighed a ton, and trapped under the blanket, my manoeuvrability was limited. "Listen, you asshole, how-how dare you?"

"I dare quite easily actually. Now, move." The asshole laid down, moving his legs restlessly.

~ Is he fucking kidding me... wait, did he call me by name!?

My heart thudding, I scooted as much as I could, squinting and blinking to see the guy. He finally rested his legs diagonally, taking up my space as well. I struggled to unmummy myself from the blanket, managing to rip it off me.

"Oh sweet! Thanks." He caught the end of the blanket and pulled it towards him.

The voice belatedly registered in my foggy brain.

~ Jivan? Ji-fucking-van? What the hell?

"Jivan? What the hell do you think you are doing?" I rasped, now able to make out his features. His white teeth flashed in the low light.

"Preparing to cuddle you, little Rashi. Since you obviously don't want to move." Jivan snorted.

"There is no more space, I'm already at the wall, you big asshole!" I retorted, fully awake.

"Tsk, tsk. This is not how you thank me for arranging your ticket." Jivan draped the blanket over himself, but it was a single and not meant for a giant jerk, so it slid off me completely.

I clutched at the blanket, trying to get it back on me, and we played tug of war for a few seconds. "You asshole, give it back... god you are such an asshole." I muttered, straining.

"Call me asshole one more time and see what happens." Jivan said quietly.

His warning was lost on me, the surprise of finding him invading my berth was too great. "Asshole, asshole, assho--oof."

I should have expected the arm to come back, which it did, hooked over me again, and then he pulled me hard against him.

Jivan was a big dude, well over 6 feet and built like a bear, he wasn't someone a 5.5 feet nothing like me should poke. But he did challenge me. His arm was a vice, thick and muscled, it effectively nixed my attempt to get the blanket back and also cut off my air. I struggled to breathe normally, not just because of the damned arm, but also because I was flush against the length of this asshole. From my tits to my knees, I was squashed so tightly I could feel patches of heat burning where we connected.

~ GOD, I hate him! Always throwing his weight around, literally!

"If you wanted to cuddle should have just said so." Jivan chuckled.

I squirmed, then instantly froze. Tits to knees, I could feel how unyielding his body was. Even that bit of flesh between his legs felt inflexible.

"Don't stop, that felt good, baby," he murmured, his deep voice gravelly. I wished, like I have wished countless times before, that he didn't have such a rich, sexy voice.

"Let me go, I'm not your baby." I seethed, struggling to inhale. "What are you doing here, Jivan?"

"Traveling, obviously." Jivan loosened his grip by a few millimetres and I sucked in a quick breath.

~ Fuck, the asshole smelled kinda good... warm, woodsy... stop!

"I mean in my berth." I spoke slowly, so he could grasp what was but obvious to me. All those hours he spent in the gym lifting weights had probably addled his brain.

"Your berth?" His low laughter was infuriating. "I paid for this berth, this entire berth. This is my booking. This is my bus. You, baby, are in my berth, riding in my bus, fighting me for my blanket."

My mouth slammed shut. Did Pavit know? No, I spoke to him. And, he knew how much I disliked this guy. Accepting his help was still one thing, but to have him share the berth with me was just not done.

"I'll call Pavit--"

"Go ahead. Call him. What is he gonna do? He begged me to get you a ticket. Oh, wait. You probably then want to get off the bus, right? Be my guest." Jivan drawled, his tone was almost playful. The arm, though, does not loosen. "Or you can just lie down like a good little girl and say thank you, Jivan." He nestled his head on the pillow.

He was right. I could get off the bus, and then what. I could call Pavit, and then what. Or, I could just adjust for the next 10 hours and then I'll be home.

I sighed. "Fine."

Jivan tightened his arm again, harder than before, and I'm back to tits to knees against him. "The fuck, stop that!" I growled.

"Thank you, Jivan." Jivan growled back.

I gritted my teeth, the words barely audible. "Thank you, Jivan."

His answering chuckle raised my hackles and I have to force myself to keep my mouth shut. The arm loosened in fractions before he lifted it off me. I quickly scrambled back, flattening myself against the wall. It was pointless, he was still halfway in my space. I turned, trying very hard not to touch him at all in the process, and faced the wall. At least I don't have to look at the insufferable asshole. With my back to him, I lay stiff like a plank of wood on my side, hoping he would quickly fall asleep. The berth was wide enough for 2 people to lie comfortably without touching. That is, if they don't move at all. And, that is exactly what I planned to do. Lie like a log for 10 hours.

The air conditioning had cooled the interior, and I missed the blanket. There should be another, probably under the asshole's feet, but I didn't want to get up and look for it. I wished for sleep, but it had fled completely. I stared at the patterns the light filtering in through the curtains made on the wall. The bus moved, rolling at turns and lumbering on, and every jerk had me bumping into the behemoth lying behind me. I flinched each time, as if scalded.

The arm came back, pulling me into the blanket and into Jivan. I slid into all his crevices--my back to his chest, my butt to his groin, and the back of my knees cupped his.

"Jiv--"

"Shut up, and just settle down. I can't sleep with you jumping at every movement." His cantankerous rasp was uncomfortably close to my ear. He shifted his hand and it brushed over my thigh, his hand grazing my bare leg. "Whoa... are you naked, little Rashi?"

"Are you stupid? I'm wearing shorts. Take your hand off me." I tried to keep my voice low so as to not disturb the other passengers. I twisted my head to fume at him and found his mouth hovering over my jaw. My head quickly faced forward.

Jivan ran his hand over the length of my thigh, his calloused fingers scraped over my silky smoothness. I moved to get away and then froze. My butt pressed so close to his crotch, I could feel his dick through his pants. "Take your h-hand off me." I repeated.

"You were looking for some action, huh?" Jivan fingered the hem of my shorts, his fingers skimmed the edge, dipping below to cup my ass.

"Of course not!" I grabbed his hand but he wouldn't budge. He squeezed my ass and I squeaked in alarm. "Jivan!"

"Your booty shorts say otherwise." Jivan pressed himself into me, and his cock nuzzled my butt crack.

"They are normal shorts... " I tried to scoot forward, when he draped his leg over mine, effectively trapping me. "Jivan!" I whispered, shocked.

If I thought his arm was heavy, his leg weighed like a tree trunk. The bus made a sharp turn and my ass gave him a quick lap dance.

"Fuck that feels good." Jivan groaned, his hand sliding to my hip to hold me in place.

"Jivan, s-stop." I stuttered, alarm bells rang like a fire engine siren inside my head.

Jivan leaned over me, his head laying over mine, he kissed my cheek. We were so close, I felt smothered by his sheer size and presence. His scent, a mix of ambery cologne and his masculine musk, was heady. His heat, blazing like a furnace, warmed my cold body. My tummy tightened in response.

"Don't you have a massive crush on me? How about I make all your fantasies come true, little Rashi."

~ Oh. My. God.

I used to have minor crush on him. Ages ago when I was 20, and still stupidly naive. He was Pavit's new friend, hot as hell--all muscled, taller than most guys, a killer smile and the kind of confidence that made you want to straddle him. That is, till you got to know him. He was cocky, rude, knew his sex appeal and used it to his advantage, mostly to fuck girls indiscriminately.

He was a whore. So I tried very hard to keep my fascination hidden from him, and focused on loathing him instead.

"You are delusional. Can you stop molesting me?" I snapped at him, hunching my shoulders so I could gain some distance from him.

"Fuck, I'd love to molest you. I'd molest the ever loving hell out of you." Jivan nuzzled my cheek again, his stubble scrapping my skin.

His words should frighten me. But my stupid body had a completely opposite reaction, my nipples perked up, and my pussy fluttered. I vehemently cursed my body. His hand moved over my tummy and hovered dangerously close to the swell of my breasts. I hunched again, but there was nowhere to go, but further into him.

"Look at you, so needy for cuddles." Jivan chuckled, his laughter not just sounded sexy, but felt even more intimate, rumbling through his wide chest into my core.

I'm not needy--" I gasped, my explanation cut short as his fingers lightly grazed my tits, just the barest hint of a touch on the underside. My nipples puckered so hard, it was painful.

"Needy, clingy, desperate little Rashi." With each horrible word, he planted kisses over cheek.

"Shut up... I'm not." My voice hitched. His words hurt. They were not true.

When I had not known him very well, I might have fawned over him a bit. Stupid, I know. I cringed thinking about how even a little scrap of his attention had made me so happy. And he had doled it out in stingy increments, making me do his bidding and fetching, enjoying teasing me for his amusement. I had found out from a friend, to my utter heartache, that he wasn't into dark skinned, curvy girls.

My hands caught his roving one and I used all my strength to wrench it away from me. I might have moved it a few inches away at best, when Jivan suddenly slipped his other hand under me and caught both my hands in his. Holding my wrists in one fist, he pulled my arms up.

"Jivan, what... stop..." I gasped, now squirming in earnest.

In response he cupped my tit, his large hand fitted over my entire 34B boob, and even through the layers of my t-shirt and bralette my stiff nipple poked his palm. He squeezed once, then grabbed my nipple between his fingers, tweaking it. I froze, breath trapped in my lungs. He lightly pulled on the nipple, and I shivered. He repeated it a few times, pressing his dick into my ass and his lips into my cheek. With dawning horror I felt my pussy growing wet.

I wanted to tell him to stop. Which I had and he hadn't bothered to. I thought about shouting. People would wake up, come running.

"I'll scream." I warned him, my voice came out thin.

"Go ahead, my little despo. Scream loud. Let them find out you are traveling without a ticket, in my berth, in your slutty shorts, with your desperate little nipples all hard and needy." Jivan trailed kisses from my jawline to my neck and back again, rolling and pulling on my nipple. His touch wasn't forceful, but my nipples were terribly sensitive and this captive one started to throb. "Maybe someone will take a picture, and I can forward that to your brother."

I gulped, my mouth drier than dirt. Tears smarted my eyes and I blinked hard. Jivan had always been an ass, but I hadn't expected him to be callous. And then to pepper all that with soft kisses, it confused the hell out of me.

"Y-you are an a-asshole." I mumbled.

"Then it shouldn't surprise you if I behave like one, hmm?" Jivan growled, and I should have heeded his earlier warning. His grip on my wrists became vice-like, exerting the kind of pressure that made me wince. He plunged his other hand straight between my legs, pushing his way through my clenched thighs and cupped my crotch. His fingers grabbed my pussy, pressing the fabric of my shorts deep into my slit.

I gasped, shock overtaking the hurt. My heart stopped and then thundered like a runaway train.

Jivan rubbed my pussy slowly, like a deep tissue massage, round and round and then up and down. I felt the slippery rasp as the fabric soaked up my juices. I worried he could feel it too, the damp evidence of my body's betrayal. I was desperate for him to never find out. Past caring about giving him an inadvertent lap dance, I wriggled my hips to dislodge his hand. "Jivan... wh-what are you doing?"

"Touching your little uptight pussy." Jivan kissed my temple, his lips were surprisingly soft. Unlike the hand between my legs, rubbing hard. "Well, not yet. Let's get this out of the way," saying, he fumbled for a bit, inserting his fingers between the cotton and my skin.

"Noo..." I sobbed.

His fingers found the leg opening of my shorts, all bunched up, and slipped into my slit. My very damp, very wet slit. My thighs clenched out of reflex, capturing his hand even more tightly.

Jivan laughed. Not like a small chuckle. But like a deep ha ha ha. My shame was tremendous.

"God, you are soaking wet, despo." Jivan delved his fingers through my pussy lips, exploring. His rough fingers shouldn't feel wonderful as they manipulated my slick folds, but my pussy refused to listen. He parted my slit and snaked inside closer to the dripping opening, then he inserted just the tip of one finger, and I couldn't help but tighten my inner walls.

I closed my eyes and sobbed again. "Please... stop."

His finger pulled out, sliding up and I exhaled my relief. A second later his soaked fingers touch my clit, I jerked into his hand and moaned involuntarily. Jivan's leg over mine bore down, holding me in place.

"You poor thing, so starved for my touch." He rubbed my clit, round and round, and I trembled violently. His hand grew slick, my juices leaking copiously.

I wiggled uselessly, unable to pull my wrists out from his fist or oust his hand, my ass grinding his lap. His cock swelled, growing hard and digging into my butt crack.

"Aww, my little despo, you want my cock?" Jivan thrusted his hips, dry humping my ass.

"I don't." I turned my face to whisper-shout at him.

"I was talking to your sad little pussy. It's weeping like hell, baby." Jivan's grin is wide, evil and ridiculously sexy. "Is this the first time a man has touched you? Is that why you are so excited?"

I opened my mouth to give him a scathing reply when he swooped down and caught my lips between his, kissing me deeply. I gasped, and he inserted his tongue, parrying with my own.

I should have struggled harder, but I truly was shocked at his behaviour, and his cruel words. As I reeled under his vicious mouth, Jivan yanked down my shorts, forcefully pulling it off my hips to my knees. He swallowed my cry, his hand shoving between my legs again, his fingers swiping through my slippery slit and burying one long finger, deep in my wetness. He timed his finger with his tongue as they both violated me. I whimpered, tears welling at the corner of my eyes.

Jivan pulled back, sucking on my lower lip. "Fuck, Rashi. That's a tight little hole."

"Y-You asshole... I will tell Pavit..." I wanted to sound stronger, but my threat came out a whisper.

"Mmm... be sure to tell him how you creamed my hand, okay?" Jivan smiled, unperturbed. His finger jammed to the hilt, his large palm cupped my mound.

I turned my face away from him, humiliated by my own body. But he watched me, even in that dim lighting he took in my open lips, breathing heavily through my mouth. Jivan removed his finger and came back with two of them. I closed my eyes, my breath stuck in my throat, shivering with anticipation. His fingers slowly nudged my opening, forcing their way in, and stretching my hole, I felt each knotted knuckle going in till they are buried to the hilt. My pussy clamped down around his fingers, and I couldn't help but moan.