Linda on my mind

Senior trip. A bus full of hormones, male and female. Given an approximate 50/50 ratio, Quasimoto could at least cop a feel.

Outward bound, enroute to Gettysburg, guys sat with guys and girls with girls. After all, there was a lot of foolishness and laughter and kidding around to get done.

Homeward bound, it was dark. After much seat swapping, we were paired up. Who had been dating whom seemed oddly irrevalent; being together all day in such close proximity had resulted in totally new pairings and not a few breakups.

On the way up, I had my eye on Marian, a brown-eyed beauty of uncertain racial background, and posessed of wonderfully large breasts. We flirted briefly but I found myself seated next to one of my girl buddies by the name of Linda. We had been in the same class for four years and, while we had never even thought of dating, we had enjoyed many, many chats, phone calls, and notes in class. I was surprised at the way things turned out, but even more so by the intense arousal she was inspiring in me.

Linda was relatively tall, dark haired, and fairly average in shape - perhaps a few pounds above her ideal weight, but not much. Her one distinguishing feature were her breasts, which were not very big for her size. This I observed on my own, but she had confided the same thing to me dozens of times; she wanted big boobs and had little more than small mounds.

Darkness. I don't know what came over me, or us, because all I could think of was Linda. Nothing specific, just her as a whole, and wanting to feel, touch, caress, kiss, fondle the whole package.

Forget the fake yawn and stretch, the accidental arm around the shoulder. I went straight to the target - without any preface at all, I began to unbutton her blouse. This earned me a kiss, which I enjoyed while sliding my hand under Linda's padded bra.

She was right; her breast wasn't very big. Her nipple wasn't very big either, but it was firm and erect and obviously enjoyed being touched. After a few minutes of nipple teasing, I withdrew my hand and placed it between her legs. Again, no resistance. In fact, she slid down some in her seat and spread her legs. The rubbing of my hand against her vagina, even through her jeans and panties, soon had her very hot. She french kissed me roughly and - as her orgasm caused her to tremble spasmodically - she placed her hand between my legs.

This is how legends begin. Heedless of our classmates watching us, she unzipped my pants and bent low. I was pretty much out of it, but even so, I saw what half a dozen of our friends saw: when she came back up, she was licking her lips.