I'm so excited! I've been homeschooled my entire life. Since I just turned 18, my mother finally let me attend school, an all-girls private high school on the other side of town. For my whole life it's been just me and my mother at home. She's my best friend and a good teacher, but she never leaves the house. She lets me run errands such as grocery and clothes shopping. I've been out of the house many times, but it's a struggle to fit in and feel "normal" in the outside world. Most of the neighbors think she's a weird recluse, and I'm avoided by association, so I don't have many friends.
Since my mother doesn't leave the house and my new school is across town, I have to take the subway to school. Today was my first time. We went over the rules and procedures in detail before I left. I was to walk straight to the subway station, buy a ticket, and not talk to anyone. My mother is paranoid that all strangers are out to get us. I wasn't scared; I was thrilled! The morning of my first day I got dressed in my school uniform: plaid skirt, knee-high white socks, a white blouse, ponytail, and ballet flat shoes. My chest had grown recently, so the blouse was a little small, but it was the only one I had.
I used the subway and arrived at school without any issues. My first day of school was a little boring, but I'm still grateful it was different than my typical day at home. All of the girls at the school seemed so glamorous. They wore tons of makeup and high-heeled shoes. I even saw the outline of a girl's lacy pink bra under her shirt. It made me embarrassed of my ponytail and white cotton undergarments. My mother hadn't prepared me for fitting in.
After school I was waiting on the subway platform and I noticed a man staring at me. He looked nondescript, like someone's uncle: tall, early 60's, glasses, thick around the middle, and wearing slacks and a plaid button-up shirt. I became self-conscious as he kept staring. Do I have toilet paper on my shoe or is my hair all messed up? I tried to ignore him, but I was getting more and more uncomfortable. I think he might be staring at my shirt. As much as I try to fit in, I know it will still be obvious to some people that I'm awkward in public.
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There was this cute young schoolgirl on the subway platform today. She was just my type: 100 pounds soaking wet, 5-foot nothing, innocent to a fault, and alone. I couldn't help but stare at her because she looked so wholesome in her schoolgirl uniform. Her blouse was too small and was gapping in the front. I had a great view of her cleavage and white cotton bra. My mind kept trying to imagine her without the uniform on. I bet she wears cotton panties too. I felt the bulge in my pants grow just imagining it. I hadn't had a schoolgirl in months. Good thing I drank some liquid courage after work. Today is the day! I must have her.
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When my train arrived, it was already full, but dozens more people pushed their way on board. I thought about taking the next train, but my mother was expecting me home in 40 minutes and she'd be hysterical if I wasn't there. I ended up standing near the middle of the train, near a row of seats. People were surrounding me from all sides and I was feeling claustrophobic. I just had to keep reminding myself that this is normal and happens everyday. Everyone else seemed at ease, so I tried to follow suit, even though I started to panic.
As the train started moving, I took in my surroundings. People of all ages and genders were pressed up against me, and none of them were paying any attention to anyone. Most were absorbed on their phones or had their eyes closed. I noticed that the plaid-shirt man who was staring at me was sitting in the seat directly next to me. With much effort, I turned and faced away from him hoping he hadn't seen me. As I was trying to calm myself, I felt something touch my thigh. It was brief, so I figured someone was adjusting their bag. Then I felt it again. This time I knew it was definitely a hand rubbing my inner thigh. I looked around to see if anyone noticed or also felt it; it appeared no one did. I tried to turn around to confirm that it was the plaid-shirt man who did it, but the crowd was too thick to move.
His hand was rubbed up and down my thigh. Maybe this is normal. Maybe he can tell that I'm nervous, so he's trying to calm me. I breathed deep and tried to just enjoy the comforting sensation. Just as I was beginning to calm, the whole car lurched and I was thrown forward then backwards. First I smacked the back of the person in front of me, then I landed on the lap on the plaid-shirt man behind me. I apologized and tried to stand up, but he was holding my hips. He said in my ear, "Don't worry about it. It's awfully crowded on here; you can sit here if you like. I don't bite." He saw my hesitation and began stroking my thigh again. I didn't want to be rude if this was normal subway etiquette, so I stayed seated. I looked around and once again, no one was paying any attention. The petting was actually making me feel better.
I sat there, swaying with the train, mesmerized by the rhythm of his hands. Before I knew it, his hands were sliding up under my skirt. When I looked down I couldn't see anything since the skirt was blocking the view. He was getting close to my crotch. I'd never been in this situation before, so I let him. His hands were smooth and somewhat gentle. My nether regions were beginning to feel kind of tingly and strange. I could feel his breath on the back of my neck. He was starting to breathe harder and I could smell beer on his breath.
As I sat, I could feel something under my butt. It felt like I was sitting on a sunglasses case, but it wasn't there just a minute ago. Was that his penis? My mother taught me the basics of where babies come from (man inserts his rigid penis into a woman's vagina), but why would this unknown man want to make a baby with me? Maybe it is a lot more common than my mother told me. I was so confused.
As I puzzled over how to handle this situation, the man began rubbing my crotch over my underwear. I was surprised that it felt good. My heart started to beat faster. Then he slipped a couple fingers under my underwear and began to massage my crotch. What the heck?! What is happening? His penis also seemed to be growing bigger and I was sitting on a huge lump in his pants.
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I kept an eye on the girl as she boarded the train. Without her knowing, I gently herded her towards the middle seats. And I was in luck, one seat was vacated just as we approached. I knew if I sat while she was standing, I could employ the ol' sit-n-grind method. Skirts are perfect for that. I just had to play my cards right, so that she didn't become alarmed and alert the other passengers. Stay cool.
When she was standing in front of me, with that delicious teenage ass in my face, I couldn't help but to reach out and touch her. Her thighs were so silky smooth. It took all my effort not to shoot my load right then. Then the whole train lurched and she ended up in my lap by a stroke of good luck. She seemed very nervous and green, maybe even a virgin. When I asked if she wanted to stay in my lap, she did. I'm a better actor than I thought!
She stayed put even as my dick grew into a cement rod in my pants. And this girl was either stupid, incredibly innocent, or slutty because she let me massage her sweet little cunt. She must be innocent because I was right; she wore simple cotton panties. My fingers slid around in her pussy like an ice rink she was so wet. I could feel her breathing getting harder. I had to start thinking about my grandmother in order to not come too soon.
I was going to explode if I didn't get inside her soon, so subtly shifted her weight and unzipped my pants while the other hand was still massaging her. The whole movement was swift since she weighed next to nothing. My dick was so hard, it just sprang out of my trousers without any coaxing.
