An awkward bus ride

You get on the bus feeling like every nerve is exposed even though the jeans cover everything. The panties are there though sliding against your skin with every step the satin too smooth too feminine and way too tight around your pathetic little package. You pick a seat near the back hoping to hide but of course Mike has other plans.

He slides in right behind you close enough that his knee bumps the back of your seat. His two buddies flank him one on each side turning it into a little wall of jock energy. Chantelle is a few rows up with Sophie and Jess but she keeps glancing back smirking like she knows exactly whats coming.

Mike leans forward voice low but carrying just enough for the people nearby to catch bits. So Joe you follow through on big sisters orders? Got the pretty pink ones on again today? Bet they feel real nice riding up your crack dont they.

You stare straight ahead cheeks burning pretending not to hear. He doesnt stop.

Come on man dont be shy. Lift your shirt a little let me see the waistband. Or should I just reach around and check myself? His hand hovers near your shoulder like hes actually considering it. The guys next to him snicker one muttering something about how youre probably rock hard just thinking about it.

Your body betrays you instantly. The combination of fear humiliation and Chantelles knowing eyes on you from up front makes blood rush south. The panties are so thin theres no hiding the twitch the slight swell. You cross your legs tight press your bag over your lap but its too late Mike notices the shift.

Oh shit he whispers loud enough for the row in front to turn. Look at that hes getting wood from me talking about his girly undies. Thats fucked up bro. You into dudes now too or just the panties?

Chantelle hears every word. She twists in her seat locks eyes with you and slowly licks her lips then mouths the word loser before turning back to Sophie with a fake innocent laugh. Sophie glances your way curious but not concerned yet. Jess looks worried her brow furrowed like she wants to intervene but doesnt know how.

Mike keeps going quieter now but relentless. You know what the worst part is? While youre sitting here leaking in Chantelles panties the rest of us are actually gonna get some this year. Sophie was flirting with you yesterday right? Cute. Bet shed drop you like a bad habit if she knew what was under those jeans. Or maybe shed just laugh her ass off. Either way youre done competing. Shes mine this semester watch.

He leans back finally satisfied with the damage. The rest of the ride is **** every bump every shift reminding you of the growing damp spot the way the satin clings now sticking slightly. You spend the whole trip fighting not to get fully hard because that would be visible even through jeans and Mike would never let it die.

When the bus pulls up you bolt out first head down avoiding everyones eyes. Chantelle catches up though walking beside you slow and deliberate her hip brushing yours on purpose.

Enjoy the ride? she murmurs. Saw you squirming. Bet youre throbbing right now thinking about how hot I looked turning around to watch you get humiliated. Too bad youll never get to do anything about it. Keep those on all day like a good little bitch and maybe I wont make tomorrow worse.

She saunters ahead leaving you standing there aching humiliated and rock hard in her panties while the whole school starts to feel like enemy territory.