2 comments/ 24516 views/ 13 favorites Randy's Exploits: Emily By: roostangarar I'd like to start by stating that all stories in this series are either entirely true or inspired by true events. All persons mentioned have had their names changed to protect their identities, and some minor details have been changed as well for the same purpose. Additionally, everyone involved was at least 18 years old at the time of these events occurring (and obviously are older now). * * * * * * * * * * So, my name is Randy. I'm now at University, but at the time of this particular story I was in my last year at school, 18 years old and still a virgin. Now, it's not like I had never engaged in sexual activity, I'd just never been in the situation where I got to have sex. This all changed very quickly when I discovered something ridiculous about girls (at least the ones in my year at school). They were all crazy for sex. I'll not get too far ahead of myself, so here's some background. Most of you perverted bastards just wanting to quickly get off can scroll down, but this is important, I swear. I used to masturbate a lot when I was younger. Like, A LOT. However, recently I'd scaled back on 'beating the bishop'. As a result, I (even to this day) get erections all the time. At least five or six times a day there's a rush of blood to my John Thomas. I've gotten skilled at a quick re-adjust or a "Hold on, left my [object] behind". This will be very important to remember if you intend to read any other stories I'll (hopefully) post. Sometimes though, there either isn't time to adjust/hide, I don't notice what's going on or I get caught while in the process of 'covering up'. The following story is an account of the very first time this happened. It was also the cause of nearly every other story I intend on putting up, which probably won't have this giant chunk of text before them. * * * * * * * * * * * I climbed up the stairs onto the coach, flashing my bus pass at the driver as I went past. I shifted my bag on my shoulder to adjust the weight before looking around, frowning as I did so. There were very few kids on the bus, which was strange, even for a Friday. Weird, I thought as I checked my watch. We were scheduled to leave in a minute or two so it should have been fuller than this. All in all there were maybe a dozen. I had been chatting with some friends about our Physics projects which is why I was cutting it fine, but normally most of the forty or so students getting on the bus were on it well before it left. I strolled up to the back of the bus, a perk of my status as a Year Six. I slumped into my customary spot in the far right of five seats, the extra leg-room ones. Fancy, I know. There was one other person already seated there but in the far left seat, a girl called Emily who got off at the same stop as myself. I'll take a few minutes here to describe Emily. Personally when I read stories I skip the descriptions because I'd rather superimpose people I know into them. But, I'm aware that many people would prefer a description of who's having the fun, so feel free to skip this paragraph if you're not that kind of person. Anyway, Emily was only a couple of inches shorter than my six foot frame and brunette. She had very much an athlete's body; long legs currently protruding from a tight, short skirt, a tapered waist and toned while not being muscular. Additionally, she had an amazing rack. Even under a tight school blouse and an unshapely jersey it was easily visible. All in all she was regarded as hot by most of the males I knew. "Hey Emily, where is everyone today? It's nearly dead", I asked as I propped my bag onto the horrific purple-patterned seat next to me. She pulled an ear-bud out and closed the book she had open. "I'm not sure. I know there's a hockey game on today which is where Nancy and co. are, but as for the lower years I have no idea." "Weird, there are normally hundreds of the little bastards." I said as I rummaged in my bag for my book. "How come you aren't playing hockey then?" Emily sighed dejectedly. "I had an argument with Mrs. Lorraine." I grunted in sympathy. Mrs. Lorraine was the school's hockey coach and was famous for her belief that hockey was the single most important part of a young lady's schooling period. This engendered her to the younger years who would take any excuse to avoid work, but became a sore point of contention for the older students who wanted to get good grades to get into University. "You'll be, what, the third person that's quit hockey so far?" "Yeah, she's just such a bitch." Emily's voice pitched up into the universal tone for someone you didn't like. " 'Uhhh, I don't see why you can't come to hockey training and just work on your Art project tomorrow instead?' " She shook her head. "Bitch." I chuckled and dropped my bag onto the floor as the coach reversed out of its spot. As we settled into a steady rhythm out of town, I opened up Monsoon by Wilbur Smith. A great book which I cannot recommend highly enough. Emily and I whiled away the time reading as we trundled out into the countryside. Our bus was the one that dropped off most of the students from the outlying areas from our school's catchment zone, but it did have one stop in a small town where most of the students got off, leaving just us rural kids. I looked up from my book momentarily as we stopped and saw that almost everyone had gotten off. The entire back half of the bus was empty besides Emily and myself. "This is just absurd", I said as I looked out the window. "I don't think I've ever seen the bus this empty. Ever." Emily looked up from her book - something by Jane Eyre if I recall - to glance down the aisle, her hair falling over her face as she did so. "Oh wow, you're not kidding. There's only 5 people still on." A coach with a maximum capacity of about 60 people to carry 7 students? Ridiculous. I settled back to my book as we set off again. The trip from here to our drop-off was about half an hour long. The minutes ticked away as we both killed time until we could go home for the weekend. I was totally engrossed in my book at this point, mainly because I'd reached an 'adult' segment. My eyes were eagerly taking in every filthy word on the page and another part of my anatomy was - if anything - reacting even more vigorously. I didn't notice immediately, but my cock had hardened fully into a nigh on solid rod. I'm not sure how long I sat with my prick burning a hole in my boxers, but eventually the coach went over a bump and I lost focus. I barely reacted when I noticed my 'situation'. As I mentioned, I'm used to dealing with erections in public situations so I didn't think anything of it. A quick readjustment to point towards my stomach and it would be hardly noticeable. With my left hand still on the book, I snaked my right hand down to slide under my school trousers. 'Damn this uniform', I thought. Due to being in a sitting position and being fully erect, the waistline of my black smart trousers was too tight to slide my hand under for readjustment. I briefly considered leaving my dick where it was, but it was rather noticeable even though I was sitting. Risking a glance across at Emily - still reading her book - I slyly popped the button on my trousers and teased the zip down. All my attention was focused on carrying out the procedure as quickly and quietly as possible. I curled my hand around my dick and pulled it up to lie flat against my stomach. It was then a simple matter of re-doing my zip and then figuring out how to - "Oh my God!" My head snapped round to look at Emily, who was staring at me open mouthed, book now totally forgotten. At the same time, my left hand reflexively dropped my book onto my lap to try to cover my barely concealed dick and my right futilely attempted to pull up my trousers. All in all, I ended up looking like a tit. "Uhh", I stammered, face already heating up from intense embarrassment. "I swear it's not what it looks like!" Her large chocolate coloured eyes switched repeatedly from my mortified expression to down to my still rock solid cock and back. I went back to trying to cover myself up, but was so flustered that I managed only to draw more attention to my throbbing glans and dropped my book onto the floor, thus giving me less concealment from Emily's burning stare. After an agonisingly long period of time, I managed to get my fly almost completely closed and pulled the hem of my jersey down over it. Unfortunately the outline of my dick was still visible, so the best I could do was to cover it by putting my arms in my lap. I spent at least a minute staring at my toes in complete shame. There was absolutely no way this could go well for me. Emily was bound to tell someone, if not every single person she spoke to. I would never be able to live this down. Already, different schools were going through my head and I was trying to figure out which one I could move to the quickest. I gathered my courage and tried to swallow the lump of nerves in my throat. "Look, Emily, I swear on my life. That was not what it looks like. I was honestly just trying to, uh, adjust myself." Emily's face was now bright red as well. 'Oh fuck' I thought, 'She's humiliated now. Fuck, fuck, fuck." She swallowed and opened her mouth to speak. Closed it. Then she opened it again. Her ample chest was heaving slightly as her breathing sped up. "Um. Randy?" I didn't say anything, just waited for the hammer to fall. "How..." She tailed off and, unbelievably, went even brighter red. There was a moment's hesitation before she turned away and said in a rush, "Randy how big is your thing?" I felt a new rush of blood to my face and another to my partially deflated penis, filling it back up from its shriveled state due to my humiliation. This was absolutely not the way I had expected this to go. I was speechless. My lack of response must have been taken the wrong way by Emily because she quickly said, "I'm sorry Randy that was wrong I shouldn't have asked, it was just wrong and creepy and-" "No" I blurted out, feeling some relief flood through me, "No no, it's fine. I mean, I was the one messing with my junk, if anything I should apologise, I was just trying to..." We both looked at each other. Her eyes slowly gravitated down towards my crotch and I resisted my urge to cover up. Just on a a hunch. "Soooo..." She said, eyeing the outline of my now hard again dick. "How big is your...dick?" She had almost whispered the last word and I gulped in response. I had to look away. "Uh, I dunno actually. I mean, about average, I suppose." "No I mean -" She made a circular motion with one finger, then looked away as she flushed red again. "How big around?" "What?" I looked down at my cock, trying to burst free from its cloth sheathe. "Not that big. I can fit my hand around it so it can't be that big." By now my befuddlement had overtaken my embarrassment. Emily hesitantly moved over a seat. There were now only two between us. "Right but, your hands aren't exactly small. Like, I bet my hands would barely reach around it." Amazingly, we both reddened further at the implication. I moved my arms slightly further away from my crotch to get a better look at my own dick, now in wonder at how Emily saw it. Now that I thought about it, my hand did just fit around it when I masturbated and, looking at my hands now, I realised they weren't exactly small. "Can I see it?" For the third time, my eyes snapped to hers, this time nearly breaking my neck at how fast they did so. She was still staring at the outline of my penis and had managed to move to the middle seat without me noticing. For the first time in a while I remembered that we were sitting on the bus. I desperately looked around over the top of the seat in front of me. As before, the rear half of the coach was empty. But this time I noticed that the driver had a camera mounted above the aisle so that he could see down it without having to turn around. I gestured towards the mirror in question, my shame and apprehension now making way to a nervous excitement, "Sure, but maybe move out of the way of the driver's line of sight?" She followed my gaze straight down the aisle then shifted to the seat next to me, before continuing her furtive glances towards the front. "Damn, I think he would still be able to see from this seat." She cast about for a less obvious vantage point. I too was desperately trying to think of some way that I could show my cock to this stunning girl without getting caught. "Fuck it", She said suddenly. Her hands went back to steady herself as she slid to the floor on her knees, then turned herself around so that she was kneeling in front of me between my legs. This could not have gone any better. I had gone from trying to hide my erection to being in the perfect position for a blowjob. Never in any scenario I had envisaged had this been an option. I was snapped back to reality by Emily's hands brushing my thighs. My eyes focused onto her as she crept closer to my groin. She was almost there when she suddenly stopped and looked up me with a look of concern on her face. "Do you - may I?" I furiously nodded my assent and lifted my hips slightly off the seat. Her hands gingerly moved up to undo my fly and then slowly pulled my trousers to mid-way down my thigh. My breath caught in my throat as she moved her hands back up to where my rigid cock was covered by only a thin layer of boxer shorts. Her hands were shaking slightly as she lifted the waistband on my shorts up to pull it down over my protruding dick. The whole time this was going on my eyes were jumping between scanning for anyone who might notice, and gazing down at the almost painfully erotic sight of this sexy eighteen year old about to free my dick. The fact that we were doing this in public was a huge turn-on as well, and I could feel the blood pulsing through my swollen cock. "Oh wowww..." She gasped as finally, finally, my cock was freed from its cloth prison. It stood almost straight upright with a very slight left tilt (probably because of my years of right-handed masturbation). From my point of view it was impressive, so I can only imagine what it looked like from Emily's since she was level with it. "It is so thick. I genuinely don't think I can get my whole hand round it..." As she said this, her right hand came up and tentatively cupped round the flesh of my prick. I blew out some air at the touch as her palm came in contact with it. She quickly jerked her hand back and began apologising that she should have asked first. "No, no, it's fine really, honestly it felt great! Please, keep going." I was almost begging for her to return her silken touch to my now visibly throbbing cock. She slowly moved her hand back, having been suitably reassured that it was okay. I was now constantly checking to make sure no-one was coming up the aisle of the coach, which seems stupid in hindsight because we were travelling at least fifty miles per hour. The thought of this experience being interrupted was almost as horrifying as the consequences that would follow. I involuntarily groaned out loud as her left hand also wrapped around me. Emily's hands were both encircling my dick, with her fingers and thumb on each hand almost - but not quite - touching. My hands then reflexively dug into the carpeted seat cover as she stroked her hands down, applying gentle pressure. She just as slowly stroked back up again along my full length, while keeping both hands fully enclosed on my steel bar hard penis. "If you keep that up for too long I'll end up exploding." I said with a weak chuckle. It really was torturous bliss, her creamy skin massaging my sensitive flesh. She started slightly when I spoke and paused in her efforts. I hadn't realised how focused she had been. After a moment's indecision, she smiled coyly and winked one innocent eye. "Maybe I want you too?" I shuddered slightly, both from the effect of her dirty talk and because she had began stroking my cock again, her grasp tightening slightly as she almost imperceptibly increased her pace. Before too long she was properly jerking me off, her gaze locked onto the swollen head of my dick as her hands stroked up and down. I could feel my release approaching from the sheer naughtiness of the situation and how erotic Emily looked as she worked her hands along the length of my throbbing glans. "Emily, I'm getting close. I don't want to...spunk all over you." I said, cringing slightly at the use of 'spunk', but not wanting to make a noticeable mess of her. She didn't pause in her ministrations, in fact seeming to speed up her working of my cock. At the same time, she knelt upright and leant right over my crotch. As her face approached the head of my dick I felt my balls beginning to tighten from the fast pumping she was administering. I let out another involuntary groan as her lips parted and she exhaled hot breath on my sensitive helmet. My hips reflexively thrust forward towards the glorious sensations she was providing as my climax barreled up and out of my balls and into her waiting mouth. She almost immediately recovered from the shock of having my thick cock invade her mouth and locked her full lips around it, sucking enthusiastically to draw out as much semen as possible. I stared in wonder at this stunningly sexy schoolgirl with her hands slowing their motions on my pulsing, throbbing meat, while her throat bobbed as she swallowed the love juice I was expelling into her eager mouth. The sheer kinkiness of the situation was giving me the orgasm of my life and I seemed to pump unendingly past her lips. Finally the flow ebbed and - after draining my balls as much as she could - Emily let go of my deflating prick and pulled her mouth off it with a satiated look. "That was fucking incredible." I gasped as she pulled herself up onto the seat next to me. I was totally spent. "Your dick is amazingly thick Randy." She said. Her thighs rubbed together as she licked a few stray drops of spunk from her fingers, and a low moan escaped her. "Fuck, I'm so wet right now." I looked over the seats in front of me and recognised the view through the coach windscreen. "I'd love to help you out, but I think we're running short on time." A quick glance out of the window confirmed it for her and she groaned. "Ugh, that's just great. Well, the next time we're alone back here you're 'lending me a hand'." I began sorting out my pants situation as I enthusiastically agreed and the bus began to slow for our stop. "This is definitely happening again."