Nope, though she has some devilish fun of her own

(Back to Vicky's 2nd person POV as she wakes up.)

Riding the bus, Friday morning (cont.)

A bump in the road. Your eyes open reluctantly, and you lick your dry, salty lips. You have no idea what time it is, but you do know that you wish you were still asleep.

It occurs to you that you’re wearing a soft, warm blanket. It’s extremely cozy, and you smile happily as you snuggle beneath it. You figure that Patrick, who’s snoring gently beside you, must have wrapped you in the blanket while you slept. Your smile broadens as you reflect on how thoughtful and kind the guidance counselor has been to you.

You glance at his face and consider: _He’s out like a light. _You gently poke his arm. He doesn’t stir. Your happy smile turns into a wicked grin as, without hesitation, you rest your hand against his crotch. There’s juice or milk or something that must have been spilled on the blanket from the school, and you giggle at how absentminded Patrick is while you gently play with his cock through his shorts. You’re impressed by how large he is, even while soft, and you instantly get wet.

One hand on your friend’s penis, the other flying between your legs, you start to play with your easily-accessible clit. You have no idea how much longer the bus ride is, so you don’t want to take too long. Good thing the man beside you is so accommodating – with him easily at hand, it doesn’t take long for your heavy breath to match the swirl of your fingers.

You cum, completely but quietly, biting your lower lip to keep quiet. Patrick is none the wiser.

Exhausted once again, you turn your head back to the pillow Patrick so generously offered you. Still smiling, you return to sleep.