A story of my first time…On the packed bus, my heart pounded, gripping the pole. Jake’s smirk lit me up—tonight, I’d chase my fantasy: public sex.
“You good?” he whispered, breath hot on my ear.
“Yeah,” I lied, trembling.
He pulled me to the dark back seat, onto his lap. His hands roamed my hips, lips grazing my neck. “Trust me.”
Fear mixed with fire as his fingers slid under my skirt, finding lace. “Want this?”
“Yes,” I gasped.
His touch consumed me, stroking with skill. I kissed him, lost, as he guided me onto him. The world vanished; pleasure surged, shattering me. He followed, groaning.
Panic hit—someone could’ve seen. “No one did,” he soothed, kissing me.
I melted into him. “Next time, just us,” he murmured.
I smiled. “Soon.”
