3: Next To The Subway Perv

I tilt my granny’s hat to the side, dressed like the '90s women going for soul winning. Yup, you guessed right, mum single-handedly picked the dress for me. In her words, it will make the Mother Superior pleased. After the ultimatum of staying with my dad, she is trying so hard to send me to isolation as soon as possible.

“Be of good conduct,” she palms my face, her eyes narrow with a warm smile. “Hun, you’ve got this.” 

“Love you.” She kisses my forehead before dashing out, dressed in her blue scrubs. Since she swapped shifts with her colleague last night, she has to work this morning. 

Once her car crawls out of the yard, I hurriedly strip and shove the gown and the old lady’s hat in my bag. There’s no way ai’m looking like a clown in public. Then I pick out my favorite high-waist, black and white chequered skirt, which barely covers my bum cheeks. So nasty that if I bend a little, I’d serve you my ass on a hot platter. 

I tuck in my long-sleeve white top that hugs my big breasts, causing the buttons to cave. It reveals the delicious white skin of my big boobies. I fix my tie, an attire to cover my exposed cleavage. Then I pack my hair in a ponytail and smear my lip gloss on so my red lips are shiny. Done, I look like the typical high school bitch, the sexy cheerleader who hides her slutty side behind short skirts and long socks. 

Perfect! 

I sling my bag around my shoulder and bounce out. When I get to the cathedral, I’ll change into the churchy wear. For now, I’ll give Caesar what belongs to him. 

*****

Standing at the subway station with my train ticket, I wait for people to get off the train. Most of them are dressed in their Halloween costumes. A group of girls my age walks out, with the leader dressed like a dark witch, but steamy hot, with her skin out in a black lacy dress. They chat, bubbly and cheerful. 

I hop on the train and find my way to the back. 

All the seats are occupied, so I resort to standing in an equally crowded spot. 

People troop in, dressed for the season. An asian couple, a grumpy granny, a lady in a pumpkin… a big man in a black hoodie and faded black pants, with a ghost mask. 

My eyes follow him as he walks down the crowded aisle. I try not to run out, terrified. ‘It's not an actual ghost, Isla.’ I mumble, gripping tightly on the pole.

The speaker announces as the train’s door shuts and our trip starts. 

Someone behind presses into me. 

But this isn't like the other bodies that occasionally graze mine.

It's oddly intimate. 

Maybe it's just my mind…

I’m barely out of my thoughts when I feel rough fingers slide along the side of my bare thigh, striding up to the hem of my skirt. 

I freeze!

As if second-guessing things, I look down to find the fingers gone, but something harder replaces them, poking into my ass. His bulge pushes past his jeans, hard and firm as it tries to break my butt crack and lodge in between my mounds.

The fuck! 

My mouth falls open. I suck in humid air, eyes widen in shock. 

A pervy stranger is taking advantage of the crowd and touching me on a train!

I should scream.

Turn around and slap the fucker.

But I don't. 

Maybe I'm too shocked to react…

Or I just want to feel more. 

Thick bumps creep along my skin even though the place is hot. My hormones are playing a fast one on me, and I feel my pussy drip, wetting my cotton panties.

I gulp dryly and bite my bottom lip, holding back from screaming, but for pleasure and not for help. 

My pent-up emotions are shooting off the roof. 

I’ve always dreamed of having a cock deep in my pussy, always fantasized about Nia’s dad’s big cock as my first big pussy breaking experience. I've sneaked around his room while he showered, and I have the rough outline of his cock tatted on my spine, where no one sees it. 

But this cock— 

I want to keep to my vows of having just his big black cock… but my body begs to defile it. 

My eyes snap shut, my brain spirals around thinking of the stranger’s next action. 

Ten seconds and nothing, I'm this close to pushing my ass backward just to feel it for myself while I act like it's an accident. 

‘What changed?!’ I'm burning up. 

Not when he set me up to burn.

I guess my mum is right, I'm sexually possessed. And if she were here, she would have bashed his balls and dragged my hair along the subway.

I’m not prepared for the stranger’s next move as something big and hard slips under my dress, pokes my thighs as it tries to spread my legs and touch my beating pussy.

It's his fucking cock!