Chapter 11 Bus trip

"Stop complaining and get on the bus!" snapped the cheerleading coach.

Anne looked down the crowded aisle and felt her heart flutter. On the way to a shared event--an important football game out of state and a cheerleading competition in the same area--the cheer team's bus had broken down. Thirty miles outside of any known town and even more miles over a hilly pass to their destination.

Her teammate behind her prodded Anne in the small of her back, trying to move her along. "Just go to the back."

"Everyone will have to squeeze in," said the coach. "It's just another hour or so of discomfort and then we will be at the hotel."

"This has to be illegal," muttered Anne. She was shy and the idea of snuggling up to the football players--most off which were looking far too pleased to be squeezed in with the cheerleaders--made her both excited and anxious. They were all so... strong. And big.

"Anne, come sit here!" Her heart skipped a beat. It was Ben, the quarterback sitting in the very back of the bus in a corner.

"Oooo, Anne!" hissed her teammate June. "If you pass up this chance to with the quarterback you are never going to hear the end of it."

Yes, Ben was handsome, single, and the rumors were he was a shoe-in for the pros.

So Anne went to the back of the bus, intending to squeeze in between two beefy football players. But when she got there the young men slid together on the bench seat removing any chance of Anne squeezing between them. Ben, grinning, patted his hands on his lap.

"Come'n Anne, travel in style."

Blushing Anne did as he asked. Her friend June was squished in back next to the opposite window. Ben was wearing light gym shorts and a t-shirt. Anne was in her cheer uniform. Luckily their cheer skirts were not short--hitting just above her knees. It was enough to cover her lap at least!

Everyone crammed in together--on laps, squeezed in four to a seat--the bus started up again whining and jerking with the increased load. And headed into the hills.

As the bus jerked to a start Ben's thick forearm wrapped around Anne's waist. Her heart sped up but she thought, that's kind of sweet. She leaned back against him, very aware of the muscles and... other things through his thin clothing.

As the bus whined up the mountain, the excitement of being packed in over capacity increased the rowdiness and noise of the two college teams on the bus. The exasperated coaches yelled once or twice for the teams to settle down, but as the bus bounced over potholes and leaned around corners they were forced to sit and face forward to keep their balance.

Ben's breath was hot in Anne's ear, which sent a shiver down her spine. "This is nice, isn't it?" he purred under his breath right in his year.

She turned her cheek to respond, her cheek almost touching his lips. "Oh, sure!" She laughed nervously.

The bus hit a big pothole, bumping the back of the bus up to cheers and laughter from the cheerleaders and players. Anne was bounced up but Ben's firm arm around her prevented her from being tossed--thankfully. Unfortunately, the movement bunched her skirt up behind her against Ben's stomach, making her sit back down with only her thin cotton thong separating her from Ben's lap. But thankfully the fan of the rest of her skirt covered them both, so only Ben and her knew her panties were touching his athletic shorts.

And she could feel that Ben certainly knew, because her unintended shifting and rubbing against him was causing a reaction. His dick was getting hard.

Anne felt herself blushing. She was a virgin, but living in the sorority house she was no stranger to what the other college students were doing around her all the time. Her last boyfriend had worked her up to aggressive and uncomfortable fingering before they separated because she wasn't "going fast enough...for a hot cheerleader." His words. It had left her curious but wary of men.

Now she could feel the pressure on her pussy from Ben's growing cock. It was making her body respond. Ben's arm around her waist was not slackening. She squirmed, which only served to grind her pussy into Ben's clothed cock further.

"Damn, you're so hot," Ben whispered in her ear, his breath making her shiver involuntarily. It was flattering to hear that the hot quarterback thought she was hot.

But Ben must not have been wearing underwear, because his dick was now bent down between his legs at an angle, resisting the tug of his loose gym shorts and rubbing against the inside of her thighs.

He grunted softly behind her. "Uncomfortable. Need to shift things."