You soldier on

You glance at each one of the pretty schoolgirls bookending you. They are not about to let you get out of retrieving the boxers.

With a sigh, you manage to squeeze your lanky frame to the floor between the seats. Anya's black strapover shoe gives your bare butt a boot, pushing you to your stomach.

You slowly writhe your way under the low clearance of the seat bottoms, sure you could hear the tempting schoolgirls giggling behind you as you worm your way to the front of the school bus on on your elbows.

You look disdainfully at the path before you. Even though it is the first trip of the day, the black bus floor is sticky from spilled drinks and dusty from many students' shoes. You soldier through it all, though, glad your outer clothes are safe from the dirt and grime.

Despite your predicament, your youthful erection is still full-blown beneath you. The rubbing against the floor as you crawl on your belly, as well as the idea of the two sexy schoolgirls waiting to jerk you off, is enough to keep you hard as you near your prize, your discarded boxer shorts.

Long seconds later, you have avoided a couple pair of feet in your crawl, as well as the eyes of their owners. The yellow print of your boxers is just out of reach. You stretch out your hand and grasp the boxers, only to see a bobby-soxed shoe shift and land on the material before you can pull it to you.