My First Time

Inspired by a Trollop Contest calling for stories that include something about a key. This was an exercise in editing for me, as I already had a longer piece written with the "key" phrase included. Alison's contests have a 250-word limit.

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The bus is ridiculously crowded. The aisles are packed double, the rear stairwell full. Still more people pile on, crammed in like in the videos of Japanese train stations with the smiling men whose job it is to politely pack everyone together, tight, tighter.

The bus lurches forward; we all sway, muttering sorry and excuse me and other less polite words. I feel your erection pressing against my ass. Moments later, my skirt is inching upwards. Your cock slides between my thighs, gliding along my wet cunt lips. I want to let my head drop back and moan out loud.

We ride that way for awhile, letting the bus move us. Then your teeth scrape my ear: “Arch your back,” you whisper. “Let me in.”

I do, and you slide home, parting me. Feeling you inside me stirs me, not just physically. It’s that sense of two pieces coming together. Key to lock. Connection…

…and there we are, fucking silently in a crowd of tired commuters, riding the rocking, lurching, bucking bus. It’s almost enough. I start longing for a really big pothole.

A few rows up, someone has caught on. Did I give us away? Did you? Though I try to avoid it, his eyes lock on mine. You shove deep inside me, and I clench down on your cock and then I bite my lip and though I don’t move I feel the red flush creeping up my neck, over my cheeks, and he smiles, watching me orgasm.