A collection of firsts.

You spend the bus ride rock hard, thinking about your dream and aching to get home and jerk off about it. But then you hear a gasp. You turn and see Emma Barns, sitting next to you on the seat, staring openmouthed at your crotch. "Is that..." She trails off.

Looking down, you realize that you've gotten too absorbed in your daydreams to cover your erection properly, and it's created a massive, obvious bulge in your pants. You move to drape your arm across it and start apologizing. "Shit, sorry, I..." You trail off as you look back up at Emma.

Emma is biting her lip, her glasses-rimmed eyes still laser-focused on your ill-concealed boner. She brushes a strand of her long brown hair behind her ear and glances around before whispering, "Can I see it?"

Now it's your turn to stare openmouthed. This is Emma Barns, straight-A student and teacher's pet. You could not be in more different social circles: she sits at the front of the class, while you sit at the back to avoid the attention of the teachers. She's in Debate Club, while you play video games and trawl the sordid depths of internet porn. But she's just asked to see your cock.

"Please?" Her eyes behind her glasses are full of desire. Unbidden, your eyes glance down to look at her. A floral-print button-down blouse covers her top, showing just a hint of cleavage from a modest chest. B cup, maybe?

"Oh." She looks down at her chest, then back up at you. Shit, first you flaunt your trouser bulge, and then she catches you staring? You're totally off today, perv. Get your head in the game. She interrupts your self-recrimination. "You want to see my tits. Of course." To your unbelieving eyes, Barns completely unbuttons her blouse, revealing a surprisingly lacy white bra. She lets the blouse drop off her shoulders, then unhooks and removes her bra.

Emma Barns's perky little tits - definitely B cup - appear before you. Her little nipples are crinkled and erect. She blushes and then jiggles them with her hands a little for you. "Are these okay, John? Do you think I could see your cock now?"

You're shocked out of staring - drooling, really - at your first set of in-person tits, by her repeating her request for the third time. Shock and indecision are replaced by lust and you reach down to pull your hard dick out of your pants. You have the presence of mind to turn towards her, using your body to block the view of your cock - and her toplessness - from the seats across the aisle. The vast majority of your attention, though, is on Emma.

The focused scholar is now focused solely on your unbound erection. Your attention is drawn to her pretty mouth as she licks her lips and bites her lip. You are mere inches away from a half-naked woman, and she's fascinated by your cock. "Fuck. Can I touch it?"

This time you don't hesitate. "Sure," you croak out, and she immediately reaches down and strokes it. Your cock jumps at her touch, and she snaps her hand back in surprise. A quick look to your face, though, and she reaches back out and wraps her hand around it, gripping it softly. "It's so warm..." she murmurs.

A few moments of this are more than you can bear. You're so turned on. This is the first time anyone other than you has touched your cock and you can't think of anything else. "Jerk it," you find yourself saying.

"What?" Your voice jerks her back from whatever hyper-focused place her mind was, and her eyes jump once again from your cock to your face.

Your intense need brings a strange confidence. "Jerk it. Stroke me. Up and down." At her hesitation, you reach down, wrapping your hand around hers, and slide her loose grip up and down on your shaft.

Emma shows her smarts by quickly catching on. You remove your hand from hers and she slides her hand up and down on your cock, now carefully watching your face for your reaction. "How's this?"

You groan. "Fuck. Good. Grip a little tighter." She does so, and your hips buck once reflexively. A small proud smile, and she gets into a rhythm jerking you off.

You are in heaven. Your eyes drift down her body and drink in the sight of her smooth pale skin, and her sweet little tits that are now swaying softly to the motion of her arm.

"You can touch them." Your cock gets even harder and you look up to her eyes. Her brown hair has drifted in front of her face again. She reaches down with her free hand, takes your own, and places it on her breast.

"Touch me, John. Touch me however you want. Rough, gentle. My tits and my hands are here for your pleasure." The filthy words are strange coming out of her mouth, but they turn you on so much that your hips start bucking into her hand again, and you start grabbing and groping her, adding your first feel of tits to the growing list of firsts for you today.

You can feel something stirring deep in your balls. "Fuck, I'm going to cum," you whisper.

Emma whispers back. "Can I take it in my mouth?"

The tingling sensation is climbing up to fill your balls and you can feel them tightening in preparation to explode. "What?" Your brain isn't working quite right.

"Your cum," she repeats. "Can I swallow it? Please?"

Your load is climbing up the base of your cock, now. It's coming, and it's coming NOW. "Fuck. Yes. I'm coming. I'm coming, Emma. Swallow my load." She's already moving, leaning down to wrap her lips around your cockhead. You feel her make a seal with her mouth as she continues to stroke, and at that moment you finally explode. Your balls tighten, your cock twitches, and you feel hot spurts of cum shoot out of your cock into a sweet waiting mouth.

Pleasure shoots up your spine. Your eyes roll back in your head. Emma keeps stroking, keeps milking your cock, and your cock provides, a seemingly endless supply of spunk delivered to the hungry honor student. Eventually, the flow slows, your cock stops twitching, and your balls sit empty and satisfied. You reach down to stop her stroking. "That's good," you croak softly. "Fuck. That was good."

Emma looks up at you, hesitates for a moment, then sits up, closing her lips tightly as she pulls off of the tip of your cock. Back at eye level, she makes eye contact with you, and carefully opens her mouth.

You can't even see her tongue, her mouth is so full of white cream. It's so much that, despite her caution, it starts to spill out the side of her mouth. She quickly tilts her head up and closes her mouth again, but not before a large dollop of your cum drips onto her chest and starts slowly running down her breast. She swallows, obviously and audibly gulping down your huge load, before reaching down to swipe the drops she missed with her fingers and popping them in her mouth.

She smiles at you before glancing out the window. "Oh, this is my stop." You numbly watch her throw her blouse back on, shove her bra into her pocket, and grab her backpack. It's all you can do to remember to tuck your slowly softening member back into your pants before she shimmies past you into the aisle.

Her hard, braless nipples are now clearly visible through her blouse, and she feigns a stumble as an excuse to put them mere inches from your face. "Thanks for using me, John," she whispers breathily before continuing into the aisle and off the bus.