April's Encounters: Day 1

(Hi all, it's Withness. Short chapter today since I missed adding one last month. I'll try and get a longer chapter in later this month. This one is just a warmup to a branch I have in mind for my favorite character, April. The smut is minimal. Still, let me know if you enjoy.)

She walked down the main aisle of the train, barely noticing the constant, muted rumble and rhythmic 'clickety-clack, clickety-clack' of the rails. She'd left the passenger and sleeper cars behind and was just about to enter one of the Dining cars when the door swung open and just missed her, she could feel the pressure of air against her face as she stepped back in alarm.

"Hey! Watch it!" the buxom goth, April Graves exclaimed more from surprise than anger to the newcomer.

Emerging from the swinging door was a tall, beautiful Asian twenty-something with neon green hair in a pixie cut and wearing a ratty pair of jeans and cutoff t-shirt. She wasn't as busty as April or her friend Amy Haynes, but she definitely had a nice rack. Her shirt was tight and thin enough that April could tell she wasn't wearing a bra. The Asian looked distracted as she wiped at her mouth with the back of her forearm roughly. She only noticed April when she turned to look ahead of her and keep going, seeming slightly startled herself.

"The hell?" she said in a rough voice. "You here for the Hunt too?" April just looked at her bewildered and a bit annoyed. The newcomer just gave her a once over and April got the impression she was being checked out the same way the sorry pervs in class did. Not that she wasn't inviting some attention.

Wearing a black minidress that hugged her curves possessively, with a hemline just below her ass and a plunging neckline, she was a walking boner maker. She had to remember not to bend at the waist since she'd end up flashing her ass only clad in a black g-string neatly bisecting the pale globes of her lusciously bubbled butt She'd forgone her customary fingerless gloves and fishnet stockings or knee-socks, so her legs and arms were both bare at the moment. At her friend's recommendation, she'd traded in her knee-high, clunky platforms for some shiny, black combat boots that only went a little above her ankles. She wouldn't admit it out loud, but she got a little thrill lately since she'd started flaunting her body a bit more in class. There was almost always one guy in class ogling her tits and a few checking the rest of her out. Ever since that blonde slut of a friend Amy started dressing like a hooker in class, April had decided to answer her in kind. Since then, both girls had been dressing as provocatively as they dared to each keep the boys in class horny for them, not the other girl. Neither really stopped to consider why they were silently competing over the attentions of a class full of retards and perverts.

April broke the awkward pause while the Asian admired her shapely, pale legs. "You almost broke my nose!"

The Asian looked up from her eyeballing and shrugged with an unapologetic smirk. "Might have improved your looks Elvira." she quipped. The goth was gritting her teeth and wondering at a good comeback when the girl thumbed behind her and began to move around April, "The guy has some info, but the price might be bit high for a little girl like you." As she walked away April had come, she called over her shoulder, "Either way, I think some other slut had next, so wait your turn or flash your tits! Whatever!" The green-haired babe gave a retreating wave and moved onto the train beyond.

Baffled by the exchange, April entered the dining car and saw it was nearly empty. On one side, she noticed Amy's next door neighbor, Mr. Murray taking occasional bites of his burger and fries in front of him. Amy had apparently had a few run-ins with him before, and she didn't spill many details, but April knew enough of her frenemy to guess that Amy probably knew what his jizz tasted like. Coach Larkin had introduced him as a 'chaperone' for the class trip and they appeared to get on well. Pervs of a feather and all that. On the opposite side of the car and a bit further down, one of her classmates Harbin Harlan was seated and behaving in almost a mirror image of Mr. Murray, stuffing his face with fries and something fired and battered. What April found odd is how both of them periodically stopped eating to lean their heads back or speak down to their laps.

She figured it out when she approached Mr. Murray. "Hey, Mr. Murray, do you know where Mr. Lar-oh shit!" April exclaimed as she saw the tablecloth towards the class chaperone was awkwardly thrown over to the side of Mr. Murray trying to conceal something. More specifically someone who'd been sitting next to him. Keyword 'try'. While the other person's torso was covered, it was very hard to miss the taut, jeans clad, apple-bottom showing off a lacy, purple thong in some very obvious whale tail contrasted with warm, chocolate skin. Nor could April really miss the straightened, dark brown ponytail rising and falling slowly in Mr. Murray's lap while he ate.

He noticed her standing there with her hands over her mouth and a wide-eyed, shocked expression. "Hello...Avril, was it?" Mr. Murray greeted the busty goth and the ponytail in his lap froze. April just stared. Mr. Murray took hold of the ponytail and roughly picked up the head attached and pushed it back down a few times, "Keep going slut," he growled, "you want any clues, you'll pay my fee! Or is Rachel going to get there before you?" The ponytail resumed it's bobbing with a bit more energy. "That's right baby." The overweight, middle-aged man cooed patronizingly to his companion. Regarding his audience once again, he continued, "So Avril, what's going on?"

By this point, she'd managed to get her speech back, but she continued to stare at the oral in progress. "Uhh, it's April." Mr. Murray continued to watch her as he popped a few more fries in his mouth and chewed slowly, eating the eye candy of the barely legal girl in front of him. She shook herself out of her daze and tried to focus on him and ignore what was going on in his lap, "Do you know where Larkin is? He has our trip buddy list, but I missed it."

The chaperone looked thoughful as he ate a few more fries and used his free hand to encourage the head bouncing facedown on his pole. "Can't say that I do, sorry." he perked up a moment, "Oh! You could ask your friend over there. I think he already got his buddy too." He pointed to where Harbin was sitting, leaning over his drooping gut to almost inhale what looked like his fourth plate of food. His face was almost in the plate. April's face flashed with a look of disgust before she schooled it back down and gave Mr. Murray and awkward nod and left him to his entertainment.

"Hey, Harbin, do you know where Coach is? I need to know who I'm going to b-for fucks sake!" April exclaimed a bit louder when she came up to her classmate sitting at the table, stuffing his face. She'd made the assumption he was alone and clearly she was wrong. Even if she didn't see the familiar sight of a mass of black curls working in his lap, the low , but audible, 'schuk, shicp, slurp' of a blowjob in progress was kind of a giveaway. She felt a little sorry for the Afro-Latina underneath the table, polishing Harbin's groddy prick, but not enough to do anything. "Hi Anita. You Harbin's trip buddy?" she casually greeted one of the other girls in the Special-Ed class. A brown hand emerged from underneath the table, middle finger upraised. April returned the gesture with a sneer, but knew the other girl didn't see it. Returning her attention to her gross classmate, she saw he was shoveling the remains of a chocolate sundae in his face and only got most of it in his mouth, his beady eyes were locked on her cleavage. The goth girl ignored the ogling and asked, "Where's coach Larkin? I need to know my trip buddy."

Harbin just stared at her blankly and answered "Uuuhhh...room?" with an uncertain tone. April covered her face with her hands and took a few deep breaths to calm down. Turning on her heel without a word, she briskly walked away and ignore Harbin calling after her "You wanna suck it next? It'll feel good!" Watching the pretty goth's barely covered ass swing as she stalked out of the dining car, Harbin made a note to blow a load in her at some point. Shrugging, he simply placed a meaty hand on the back of Anita's dark curls and muttered, "Keep going, that's good!" He didn't see, nor would he care, about Anita's grimacing face under the table.

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After the scenes in the dining area, April was much less surprised when she knocked on the sliding door to the Special-Ed teacher's sleeper cabin and heard a muted gagging, **** sound. Hearing Coach Larkin's 'who is it?' from within, she only raised her voice a bit to answer. About a minute later, she heard him reply 'come in' and entered. The Coach's sleeper car was just like all the others, basically a cot, seat and retractable counter. Right now he was propped up hastily and April guessed he was keeping his knees up under the covers to try and disguise the human sized bulge under the blanket. Unfortunately for whoever was trying to hide, the blanket wasn't that big and raising his knees in addition to the person underneath shifting around meant both the top of their head and their feet at the bottom were exposed. The high heels at one end and blonde pigtails peeking out of the top confirmed that her former cheerleader classmate, Amy Haynes, was earning some brownie points under the covers. Apparently thinking April couldn't see anything, Amy's blonde head resumed bobbing away in Coach Larkin's lap like a whore. April rolled her eyes and spoke up.

"Coach, who's my trip buddy? I missed it earlier." she asked.

Larkin seemed a bit distracted by his bimbo student's mouth working his shaft, but recovered enough to grope about for his bag and pull out a notebook. As he thumbed through the pages, he said, "That's right, you got on the train, but when we gathered to pair up, you were missing. What happened, Ms Graves?"

April blushed slightly, but wouldn't say that she'd been jilling herself in a bathroom at the time. "I just lost track of time."

"Fair enough," he replied. In the midst of his reaching for the notebook and Amy continuing her ministrations, the blanket had bunched up even more and the top edge was just above Amy's eyes while the bottom climbed up her shapely calves. The blonde didn't notice what a sight she made at the moment and kept sucking away, being clearly audible. "your buddy is Speedy." Larkin barely caught her cringe as she heard who she was partnered with, but she didn't protest and simply said 'Thanks' and left.

The door had scarcely closed behind her when Amy paused and wiggled her body to shrug off the blanket, giggling with a smug look on her face. "Wow, what a dumb bitch, huh? She had no idea I was even here!"

Randy Larkin looked down on his favorite cum-dumpster, "Yup, she's not as clever as you."

Amy gave a self important 'humph' in agreement while Larkin rolling his eyes was completely lost on her, "Right?"

"Keep sucking, slut." he told her while putting a hand to the back of her head and pushing her pretty mouth back on his dick. As Amy's tongue swirled around his knob and her lips formed a tight seal while she kept bobbing away, Randy Larkin wondered how she could be this stupid. Feeling his balls begin to tingle, he just shrugged and laid back to enjoy the little whore blowing him.