Bess on the bus

There is the bus. It's a little extra walking, to your stop and then from the stop near the school, but in fact were it not for the freedom afforded you by your car you would just as easily use the bus regularly. You're not that anxious to impress too many total strangers as being an utter perv, though, so you try to sling down your bookbag as nonchalantly as possible. Luckily, the bus appears almost immediately once you reach the stop.

You are relieved to find the bus only about one quarter full and relax on a whole seat to yourself in the back. You're thinking so much about the day ahead that you somehow fail to notice when a new passenger moves toward the back.

You look up, and are struck by a bright-faced young lovely with long flowing curly brown hair and a pixieish upturned nose. You notice her sweater and figure that she must be a college student using the bus to commute far past your school.

She's looking around to choose a seat, then fastens her attention in the direction of your crotch. You look away, worried that she might be freaked.

Instead, she sits right next to you and smiles grandly. "Good morning!"

"Good morning."

"I'm Bess. You know, it's funny, I've gotten used to so many of the people who take this bus -- but you're new."

"Yes, I usually take my car, but it's out today."

"Oh, so you don't like the bus?"

If I knew you were on it, I'd feel differently, you're tempted to say, but you keep cool. "Not really, but this trip to my school isn't so bad. It's so short."

"Really? You think it's short? ... Because it seems incredibly long to me ... !"

Your heart pumps a little harder as you realize that Bess has fixed her kind gaze directly on your great cylindrical bulge, exploiting the fact that you are for the moent in a semi-private place. It's exhilarating and yet irritating, for the trip is indeed short, timewise, and even if there was more time, there wouldn't be any room to actually do anything without creating a scene ...