On the Tour Bus - Sex Stories

On the Tour Bus

On the Tour Bus Charlotte bounded up the steps of the tour bus, pillow tucked under her arm, trying not to show her anger. She was known as a bubbly, happy girl, and she didn’t want to do anything to convince anyone otherwise. Luckily, her boyfriend—EX-boyfriend—James was on another bus and she wouldn’t have to see him again at least until they reached Las Vegas. Steps quick, she made her way to the back of the bus, waving and smiling at some of her friends as she went. All in all, it had actually been a rather fun tour to Disneyland. The entire music program of her school had been involved on the trip, and most of her friends had been involved. Because of the argument she’d had with James, she was amongst the last of the kids to board. When she arrived at the back of the bus, she was surprised to find that there were a few rows where only one person sat each. “Hi Amber,” Charlotte said, smiling. “Can I sit by you?” Amber, who was a year older than Charlotte, smiled back and nodded. She sat, putting her pillow on her lap. They were on the second row from the back of the bus. On the very back sat Brian, a skinny kid with glasses who had had a crush on Charlotte for years. She smiled at him, too, but he only looked down and away. It was already dark outside. Charlotte wasn’t looking forward to sleeping on a bus again, but since she didn’t have much of a choice, she’d have to deal with it. “Are you okay?” Amber asked as the lights went out and the engine started. “Oh no, is it ...

... that obvious?” Charlotte asked, groaning and putting her head down on the pillow. “Well, your face is all red and you’re being TOO bubbly, if you know what I mean.” “Ugh,” Charlotte said, sitting back up. “Well, no, I’m not okay. James and I just broke up.” “Oh no! I’m so sorry.” Waving her hand, Charlotte grimaced. “Don’t be sorry. I’m the one who broke up with him. He… he grabbed my boob.” Charlotte gestured to her chest with her right hand and looked away. She was wearing a pink t-shirt, the outline of her still-developing breasts clearly visible, in spite of the bra she wore. Sighing, she realized that she probably should have worn a bra with thicker material. At least the jean shorts she wore were more modest, or maybe that pervert would have tried to cop a feel down there, too. “That pig!” Amber said, her voice getting quieter rather louder. She leaned in close. “You’ll be better off without him.” Nodding, Charlotte tried hard to not tear up, mostly succeeding. For a while they were silent as the bus pulled away from the Disneyland parking lot. In the meantime, Charlotte pulled her mouse-brown hair back into her classic ponytail, leaving a few strands to fall around her temples. When she and Amber began adjusting themselves, Charlotte realized that there was no way they could both sleep on the same seat. Resigned to a night of pain, she slid down onto the floor and tried to make herself comfortable. It turned out to be a futile effort. Save for the engine, the bus was ...