Blowing the Bus Driver

Mr. Bobby watched as his high school kids filed in and found pretty much their regular seats. A few scattered around as they did almost every day, since Bobby didn't focus on the whole assigned seats deal as long as the kids were quiet and didn't jump around when the bus was actually moving, He had found over more than ten years as a school bus driver that a little bit of kindness and adaptability went a long way, especially with High Schoolers.

If the kids took the impression that it was you and them against the administration instead of the administration and you against them, things went a lot smoother most days. You'd have the occasional need to bark out for everybody to return to assigned seats, but nine days out of every two weeks would be fairly quiet.

Once the mass of teenagers had flowed onto the buses, the lead driver began to pull out into the road which ran alongside the school where most of the buses parked and headed for the sharp right turn that would distribute them into the city streets.

Bobby took advantage of the slow advancement of the line of buses towards the turn to glance up and watch as the kids did their normal slight juggle in the seating arrangement. There was always somebody with a homework assignment that needed to be discussed or a couple of girls that wanted to discuss what a boyfriend had done during third period. As long as nobody did anything disruptive, Bobby tended to ignore such things. High school is a time when social life is very important, after all. Plus, moderation in enforcing the seating chart usually bought you a pretty fair amount of goodwill. Most of the kids would choose a seat at the beginning of the year that would fit with their priorities anyway, whether it was being close to their friends or towards the center of the bus because they didn't want to get motion sick, things like that.

Of course, part of that was that the mischievous ones tended to migrate towards the back, as far from the nosy bus driver as possible. A lot of time, you'd have one or two very sociable kids towards the front where they could greet and say goodbye to everyone on the bus. A lot of the more introverted and quieter ones would also tend towards the front half so they could avoid the social maelstrom often created by the "bad apples" in the rear seats.

Today, there seemed to be a general gathering further back than normal. Bobby didn't say anything to point it out, but he did keep an eye in that direction. A good driver developed instincts, and this didn't feel like a fight brewing or one of those kinds of problems that sometimes drew a tighter crowd. Bobby watched for any telltales like a puff of smoke.

He also noticed that one of his girls that usually tended to be up front in a seat by herself was back amidst the "troublemakers." Clara was easy to notice, due to her quiet nature as much as her brilliant blue hair and very adult figure.

Many kids tended towards extremes during the adolescent years. Their bodies, especially, would demonstrate features that would later define them. You had the big kids that would often gentle down into only slightly obese adults, but for a few years while their height caught up with the rest of their growth would be quite portly during these years. These contracted with the ones that looked almost skeletal at times but would round out as they aged. Then you had two sub-species as far as apparent age. You always had a few that looked like they were still in middle school or even elementary, most of whom would have a final growth spurt at 19 or 20, the so-called "late bloomers." The opposite of these were the ones who looked like they could frequent one of the local bars without causing too much notice, whose growth had often occured early and now already appeared to be at least college age.

This was the group Clara fit in. With her blue hair and pierced eyebrow, she looked more like the manager of the local Hot Topic in the mall than like a teenager. In everything but her eyes she looked to be an adult. Her eyes still retained that innocence of experience. Not sexual innocence, but the innocence of not having bad memories that spring up on occasion. Her dark clothes and pale, pierced skin were a fashion choice. Bobby expected that she would probably drop the goth look in a few years and be one of those young ladies that he didn't recognize when they called out a greeting in public. This could happen often. A child you took to middle School for three years would recognize you, but this being seven years later than you last saw them would render them unrecognizable.

Clara looked like she was being led back into 'trouble territory.' One of the brasher young men, Johnny, led her to a seat about three rows from the back. Bobby made note of this because these seats were at just the right distance from all five internal cameras that you could only get a view of the kids in them from about the neck up. Those who had been caught doing something they knew the bus driver couldn't see sometimes ended up seeing a video or a photograph that revealed these seats were less observable than either the seats further forward or the last three rows.

Having turned out of the school, Bobby looked a couple blocks ahead. Hopefully, they had a traffic guard ahead who would prioritize the buses and get them out onto the main road quickly. Some days it would take as much as ten minutes to get the slightly reduced bus phalanx out and on their way to the suburbs and rural outleighers of the county. Having made it to the road that looped around the cemetery, Bobby knew he was in good shape until he made it across the bridge and past where two comfortable lanes on each side narrowed into two, total.

While the bus struggled up the hill, Bobby looked up to the mirror again. Johhny was seated now, but he didn't see Clara. He made a mental not to keep checking every little bit, until he was certain nothing disturbing was happening. She seemed to him to be a fairly composed young lady, but possibly vulnerable to some of the harder "games" some of the young men played. One of the few things that had not changed about high school was that boys still chased girls with impunity and often with a lack of the respect or basic humanity they would learn later in life.

Bobby's normal appoach to the high school love affairs was to leave them alone as long as it wasn't disturbing the other passengers. There was rarely anything happening in the bright afternoon sun that was racy enough to cause a disturbance anyway and the driver calling out things that would only make the situation more apparent wasn't going to be helpful.

As they crested the hill near Knob Park, Bobby took another look back in Johnny's direction. He was still in the same seat and Bobby still didn't see Clara. Some of the other students seemed very interested in that seat, so Booby would keep an eye out, but at the moment it seemed everything was fine.

Bobby turned on the blinker to turn by the Tractor Supply Co. and make his first stop. He would drive up this road and stop at two apartment complexes before crossing over the freeway and heading for the more rural part of his route. He'd lose about ten passengers at each of the two apartment complexes, cutting his bus population almost in half. Once he'd pulled over and hit the switch that opened the door and started the red lights flashing, Bobby looked back to see if could better assess where Clara had gotten to. He noticed several boys holding out there phones as they got up in the back of the bus, Not in the "damn, I need to pause this YouTube video while I walk of the bus," way, but more in the stiffer stiller manor that meant they were taking a photo.

One of the boys must have forgotten their flash was on. As the brighter light flared through the back half of the bus, I caught a different kind of flash. Of bright blue. In the third seat from the back... but not at shoulder level. That would have been enough to make me suspicious without the gesture.

One of Murphy twins, hunched over for a moment and, lifting a fist, made a pumping motion at his chin level. This provoked a small burst of laughter, which was quickly shut down by the twin that had made the gesture, who again failed in his poor attempts at subtlety: He clearly pointed at me while shaking his head and raising a finger to his lips to indicate to the other three boys that were getting off the bus of the need for silence.

That essentially clinched it. If what I thought was happening, was happening, I couldn't leave it alone. Sure, the cameras on the bus wouldn't necessarily capture direct evidence. But they would certainly capture the gesture and mockery from the Murphy twins and if there were even the slightest bit of blue in the area that was blocked by the seat backs of the rows that surrounded Johnnys, it would cause a minor scandal. One that would probably be almost a point of pride for Johnny in later years, but could create major problems for Clara... and for Bobby himself, who would possibly lose his job if he didn't react to the obvious. If the surrounding kids hadn't been filming, he might have been able to handle this in a different manner. One that would create less of a reputation for Clara

But his hands were kinda tied now. The fairly high odds that those boys would show those videos to their friends at school, and that a teacher would "accidentally" see it over a shoulder was too much to risk. Such scenarios almost always ended up with the "blame" on the bus driver, who "should have known." As the two sets of parents each tried to focus the responsibility on the shoulders of the child that wasn't theirs, the bus driver almost always ended up as a safe scapegoat whose sacrifice was somehow seen as a way to at least salvage the parents reputations.

Bobby knew what he had to do. He'd honestly rather not do it. Clara hadn't seemed reluctant as she was walking back with Johnny and there hadn't been any commotion. If Bobby left things alone it would at most be one of those seven-day wonder bits and it would get forgotten about, which was probably what would be best for the kid he cared about in the situation. Johnny he wasn't worried about.

He pulled the keys out of the ignition and slowly started walking to the back of the bus. Nice and slow so everyone could get situated. As he finally approached the seat where he figured all the activity had been, Johnny sat up straighter and then Clara came into view, slumped down low and looking away from everyone, eyes focused on the floor. The population of the surrounding seats was still very interested and at least one of them was still recording. Bobby knew that had to be taken care of first.

"PHONES DOWN!" He roared, "and if I catch any hint of this on any social media, I'll make a personal visit to all of your parents so they know exactly why you're in the hospital, understand? Now everybody to the front half of the bus for a minute. Johnny and I need to have a talk."

Bobby almost never raised his voice to the kids, so he was gratified when they all listened and moved forward a few rows.

Johnny at least had the good graces to look a little sheepish. "So what's up, Mr. B? We weren't doing nothing wrong..."

I gave him the "Oh really" look. "Alright, listen up, both of you. There's some stuff that's none of my business and I don't want to make it any of my business. But if you do it on my bus, it becomes my business. Understand?"

Clara still wasn't interested in making eye contact, but I saw her head dip in a polite nod. Johnny apparently thought he could still play this off.

"What stuff? Mr. B what are you accusising us of... we weren't doing anything, ummm, inappropriate."

"Johnny, shut up and don't make me spell everything out. It'll just be embarrassing for all three of us. Like I said, what goes on between the two of you is none of my business, especially since I know you're both over eighteen. That's right, isn't it Clara? Didn't you have a birthday just a couple weeks ago? This time she looked at me, smart enough to realize I was covering my butt and trying to keep things low key. Johhny was muttering and making noise about talking to a principal.

I made eye contact with Clara again. "You're the smart one back here. How about you convince him it's in all our best interests if nobody hears anything about this? And if you need me to step in for any reason, you just give me a shout, okay kid?

I straightened up and turned to go back to my seat. I heard a gulp behind me and looked over my shoulder. Johnny looked like he was wisening up a bit. He didn't look like he wanted to argue about what may or may not have happened and he was zipping up his fly, which I hadn't even noticed before.

"Good boy!" I said quietly as I started my way back up front. The photography club slipped past me as I walked past the middle seats they had sought refuge in. I tapped a couple of phones so they knew better than to keep them out, got my keys back out of my pocket and settled in to my seat.

As we got across the bridge and past the Walmart shopping center, the houses started to get farther apart and the yards grew into fields. Every couple hundred yards I dropped off another passengerand things began to thin out. Soon I was down to Clara, Patrick, and Johnny. Johnny was next, and Patrick and Clara both stayed towards the back as he walked forward. I turned left onto his road and hit my yellows as we approached his house. When he got to the front of the bus and I hit the door switch, he stopped and gave me the look that said he wanted to say something but didn't know if he should.

"Look, young man. I said it's none of my business. But if I were you, I'd make damn sure every one of those phones that were out get erased and I'd keep my mouth shut. The best thing that can happen here is that nobody ever talks about this."

"Okay, Thanks, Mr B."

"Nobody, Johnny! Right?"

"Yes, sir! I promise."

I closed the door and headed past the house to where Johhny's father and the B. O. E. maintained a turnaround. I put the bus into reverse, Clara started walking forward. She slipped into the first seat behind me as I pulled back out and we headed for the main road.

"Mr. B, I know I'm next, but could you go around the back way and drop Patrick first? I feel like we should talk about this..."

"I'm not so sure we should, kid. At least maybe not today. If somebody pulls that tape..."

I know! I know... I'm sorry, Mr. Bobby, I never even considered it could put you in a bad spot. But I do want to explain. I don't want you to think...."

"Okay, kid. We'll drop Patrick off first."

"Thank you!"

Clara and Patrick lived on opposite ends of the same road. The more direct route had me dropping him off first, but instead we drove up a couple hundred feet farther and I turned right onto the road I would usually come out of.

Patrick came padding up front. 'You dropping me off first, Mr. B?"

"Yes, Pat. I need to have a conversation with Clara and it's none of your business, got it?"

"Yes sir. I understand."

"Good." I hit the yellows as we approached Pat's house of the dusty strip of side road. "And I don't want you to say a word to anyone about this afternoon. It would end up hurting Clara, not Johnny. You understand? Keep your mouth shut! And did you record anything? No... don't bother answering, I don't want you to have to lie. But you erase it, you hear? And if anybody else starts showing anything they taped to anybody, you let ME know. And I'll take care of it. Understand?"

"Yes sir! I got it!"

I flipped the door switch and the reds came on. "I'll remember Pat. You still got two years riding this bus with me and if you do as I said they're going to be a lot more pleasant than otherwise, you got me?"

"I get you, Mr. B." Patrick jumped off the bottom step. I had a good feeling that he would actually follow through. He was a good kid. I shut the door and walked to the back, looking for forgotten backpacks and I-phones, as had become my habit. One of the nice things about my run was that because I came as far out into the rural part of the county as I did, I didn't have to make an elementary run like most drivers. Once my high school kids were off, I just headed back to the garage. It was useful on occasion and certainly would be today.

I slipped back into my seat and pulled the bus up a few hundred feet to where a bit of foliage surrounded us a little and provided at least a slight bit of privacy.

I turned off the bus and turned over my shoulder to Clara, who was sitting right behind me.

"Ok, you want to explain, do ya? Well, I guess I'm ready to hear it. But don't start with denials or anything, I know what you were doing. I was eighteen once, too."

"I'm aware, Mr. Bobby. You dated my MOM!"

"Well, I didn't know you knew that! Your dad and I did stuff together too..."

"I already know that you and my dad were two of the football players that put Mr. Rowan's Volkswagon beetle on the school roof! Mom told me. You know, Principal Rowan still doesn't know who did that, all these years later!"

"All that proves is that sometimes people actually do keep their mouth shut, which hopefully will be true about today too. What were you thinking Clara? It didn't seem like you were being forced, or I would have driven straight to the Sherrifs Station!"

"C; mon, Mr. B. You know I wasn't being forced. I don't know about the other girls, but if someone ever tries to force me to do that, I'll BITE! Hard, and I won't feel the slightest bit guilty about it. I knew what I was doing and I'm the one that suggested it. Sort of, anyway. It's really pretty simple. I'm about to graduate high school and the only thing I've ever done that created any chaos was dying my hair blue. Mom and Dad have all these stories, and I know you do too because you're in some of Mom and Dad's. I want some stories to tell too, that's all. And I've had a fantasy about giving a blow job on the bus for quite a while. It never starred Johnny though."

As she said it, and it was obvious who she meant by the way she said it, she took all doubt away by taking her right hand and running it through Bobby's hair, just above his left ear.

"Oh Clara, no. I couldn't. That would be so wrong..."

"Oh really??? What makes me different than my Mom? I know that story, Mr. B. It kinda turns me on to think about it... sucking the same cock my mom did. She said yours is really nice, too. Big, but not too big. And she said you were always super clean."

"Oh, c'mon Clara. I've known you since you were knee-high to a grasshopper! I can't let this happen, even if it wouldn't get me fired and prosecuted!"

"What, prosecuted? AGE OF CONSENT IN THIS STATE IS STILL 16 AND I'M TWO YEARS PAST THAT! You can't seriously think I would risk you going to jail?'

"You need to do more research, Clara. There's a law that applies to pretty much anybody with any position in the schools. Even volunteers. Five years, registered as a sex offender and a felony conviction. That's an awful lot of life ruination for a brief bit of pleasure, even if you are the prettiest girl in the school."

The girl that had been on her knees and allowing herself to be recorded giving head just a half hour ago flushed bright red with the simple compliment. "Oh, so you DO think I'm pretty! I was beginning to wonder if I had been wrong.. I mean, I've caught you looking at me plenty and I thought I knew what it meant, but you were making me doubt it with your attempt at chivalry. Here's the thing, Bobby. I don't want your chivalry. I want your cock!"

"Clara! You know these cameras have audio recording too! Just you saying that is enough to get me fired, just for not being forceful about stopping you. It's on camera! I just have to hope it doesn't get pulled for random review."

"Oh, do you really think so little of me, Bobby? It's been more than twenty minutes since you stopped the bus. The cameras are off, now."

"At least, that's what we were told when they were installed. Perhaps you'll excuse me if I don't want to bet my entire future on it, Clara? I know a workaround to keep us safe though..."

"I like the sound of that. It sounds like I've changed your mind. "

"I AM male. And you're gorgeous. Of course, I'm at least tempted. But even if all we're gonna do is talk about it, I don't want those cameras coming back on." Bobby stood up from the seat he had sunk into while talking about this insane subject with Clara and started down the steps, reaching up to throw the silver lever that would allow him to push open the door. He stepped down out of the bus, circled the front to the side directly underneath his window, and opened the fuse panel. A quick pull of a twenty amp fuse and his future was at least a little bit protected.

He tossed the fuse in the air like flipping a coin and tried to take a moment to think before heading back to the door. He knew he wanted to let Clara do whatever she pleased. She was right about him sneaking looks when he thought he could get away with it, he'd been doing that since her body began to bloom two years ago, his fledgling fantasies fueled by his memories of her mother and the knowledge that apples didn't tend to fall far from the tree. Her mother had been a wildling in high school, so it was no surprise those tendencies also ran in Clara.

And he was sure that he wouldn't be taking advantage of her or making her do something. If anything the shoe was on the other foot. Clara already had enough circumstantial evidence that if she wanted to be mean about it, his job was gone. Just the way things would string together based on the available evidence would look damning.

His biggest mistake had been dropping Patrick off first. Pair that with the last image the cameras had probably recorded, with him leaning over in her direction along with the tone of their discussion, and the school district would fire him just in case, to be ahead of any possible accusations.

So, protecting his job was already an impossibility. And there wasn't going to be enough physical evidence to convict him of the law about sexual contact... at least, not if Clara denied it. He had put himself in a bad position, and the only way out of it seemed to be keeping Clara happy. A wash of warmth ran through his crotch as he realized that meant doing the deed.

Bobby was self-aware enough to realize that what he had really done was just rationalize a way for him to do what his body and libido were screaming at him to do. There was also a strong feeling of "You're already screwed whether you do this or not, might as well have the fun if the risk is already unavoidable."

The bus doors had retained enough air that Bobby had to pry them back open, but that was easier to do on a warm spring afternoon than on a frigid winter morning,

Stepping on board, he turned and again flipped the little silver lever. Now it would hold the doors closed against any possible intruders. The last thing he needed was to be caught by a homeowner curious why the bus was stopped on the edge of a dirt side road.

"Okay, so you feel safer now?" said Clara.

"Yes, at leasssssst..." Bobby's voice failed him as he looked in her direction. She was topless, and the tits exposed to his view held no hint of a high school girl. They were heavy and full, and the only thing about them that might indicate their age was that they stood high and proud despite their apparent weight.

"Well, there's one more thing you inherited from your mother. But hers were smaller than that as I remember it. They didn't reach the size they are now until after you and your brothers came along. My god, they're beautiful... YOU'RE beautiful. Clara, I guess I don't need to ask if you've had second thoughts..."

"Oh, Bobby. All my second, third, and fourth thoughts have long since been dealt with. Now shut up and quit acting like you don't want me to suck that dick. I know you do... you think all the girls that you've secretly wanted over the years never knew it? We do talk to each other. And I don't know a single bus that drives out of our school that doesn't have at least one girl on it the bus driver secretly fancies. That's only human."

"And you want me to admit that you're that girl on my bus? Fine, I admit it. For almost two years now. I look forward to picking you up in the morning and look forward to seeing you in the afternoon. The fact that you like to talk to me in the afternoon and you've always treated me as an intellectual equal and not some "lowly bus driver" has done nothing to make you less attractive, it's only made my fantasies more intense."

"Okay, baby," she said, "so let's fulfill a fantasy for both of us."Clara reached out and took Bobby; 's hand and pulled him deeper into the bus."It's not a bad idea for us to get out of the front where someone can see us through the door. Part of what I enjoyed with Johnny was that I had an audience, but I don't want an audience that knows my Dad. No neighbor issues."

"I know your Dad, you know."

"Yes, but you never told him about Mom, so I think I can be doubly sure you're never going to tell him about me!"

Bobby knew he should probably be looking outside the bus to make certain they were unobserved, but he couldn't pull his gaze away from the sight of Clara's breasts and their gentle sway back and forth as she backed down the center aisle. When she stopped and angled herself slightly to suggest a seat, he quickly sat down and reached out to pull her to him. First, he nuzzled her left breast, sucking the pale nipple into his mouth. He sucked and circled the nipple with his tongue before taking the expanding hardness of it between his teeth and gently biting down.

"Harder!" Clara exclaimed."Bite it! Her tone was commanding and Bobby discovered that he liked it. Being bossed around sexually by an eighteen-year-old girl appealed to him.

He took her nipple back between his teeth and pressed down hard while trying to avoid any edges. He wasn't afraid of giving her the sensation of her nipple being crushed but he didn't want any edge on his teeth to cut into her. She sighed as his teeth almost came together, and it was a good sigh, loud and full-bodied, a sigh that reached down to the toes he could imagine curling inside her sneakers.

"Now the other! And don't be so gentle!" As Bobby obeyed and took her right tit in his mouth, he glanced over and noticed that the pale aereola of the left had significantly increased in the depth of its pink color and that the pencil eraser of her nipple was standing out proudly. He applied himself to the right that was currently in his mouth, sucking hard and using his teeth as she had commanded, wanting to duplicate the effect.

Her arms circled his neck and she took a handful of his curly dark hair and pulled him deeper into her soft body as her breathing quickened. He released her tit from his mouth and began to travel back and forth between the two. As he did so the color deepened even more and she wiggled against him, clearly enjoying herself.

He felt her fingers working at his belt, releasing the buckle and pulling it loose. Then they went for the button at the top, which she released quickly, and let her fingers fall to the zipper. She leaned forward and he leaned back slightly to accommodate her. All his previous chivalry deserted him as the zipper came down and she reached inside his shorts to grab his hard shaft.

The feel of her long fingers curling around him drove all other thoughts from his mind. He looked at her, thinking to make eye contact, but all of Clara's attention was focused down. She was doing everything by feel. But she was looking down intently like she could see through the obstacles in the way and needed to see what she was doing. The most interesting part of that was that the primary thing blocking her vision were those gorgeous tits. And Bobby's head.

The angel on his shoulder, as opposed to the devil acting like a cheerleader on his opposite shoulder, whispered into his ear, "You can still stop this. You're not the kind of guy to take advantage of an innocent girl this way. You're better than that, Bobby!"

But the devil had an answer for that. "Innocent? She was just sucking off another boy until she got caught, and she flat out stated she enjoyed having an audience for it. Besides, we all know that the only way this doesn't ruin us is if Clara wants to keep it secret as bad as we do. And the best way to be sure that's the case is to let her dig her own hole even deeper. The little slut wants it! And despite winghead over there, you want it too, Bobby. I mean, you think I don't know your Pornhub history? You've watched plenty of videos shot with a school bus in the background. And what about the porn star with the blue hair? You think I don't know when you started watching her videos, or why? Give me a break, Bub."

"Clara doesn't look anything like Jewelz Blu," Bobby replied in his mind.

"You're somewhat right. Clara has better tits."

"Can you two hear yourselves? You both know this is wrong." The angel crossed his arms and turned his back on both of them.

The devil, seeing he had won the argument, put a final whisper into Bobby's ear, 'How's it wrong when it's obviously what SHE wants, Bobby? You haven't done anything to encourage this. It's all Clara's idea."

"You're right," Bobby said to the Devil. I'm not the aggressor here. If anything, I'm a victim."

"Yeah Bub, you keep telling yourself that. Whatever lets you live with yourself."

Bobby shook his head sharply and the cartoon-inspired daydream evaporated. Clara's hand was stroking his rapidly hardening cock and he knew he wasn't going to do anything to stop her now.

Clara's head dipped down as she pulled his boxers aside, and he felt her tongue run up his shaft and twirl around the head of his engorged member. He raised his hips and Clara's hand pulled on the waistband of his jeans. The rest of his cock pulled free from its confinement and bobbed in the air. Clara's other hand captured it, steadied it, and guided it deep into her mouth.

He felt the curve of the back of her mouth and expected her to stop and rise back up. Instead, the moist flesh enclosed him tighter and he realized he was in her throat. He looked down and saw that her lips were almost to the bottom of his shaft. She already had his cock deeper inside her than his wife had ever achieved, and for all the other problems that had caused the divorce, Bobby had never had any complaint about Lindy's prowess in the bedroom.

"Oh God, Clara."

He felt the moist embrace of her lessen and looked down into her eyes. "You like that, baby?" asked Clara, "One of the cheerleaders taught me how to do that. Only use I ever had for the stuck up bitches, to be honest. But I'm glad I learned this. Had to buy a dildo to practice on so I could ignore my gag reflex, but I think it's been worth it. Don't you agree?"

As she finished talking Clara again took Bobby's cock deep in her mouth and this time he swore her lips came all the way to rest against the flat piece of flesh where his shaft met the rest of his body. Unable to find words to reply to her, he just groaned.

Clara moaned back and bobby felt more than heard it as the flesh of her throat vibrated around

the ridge on the head of his cock, still buried in the trap at the back of her mouth. He couldn't remember anyone doing this to him before, and it was driving him crazy! Finally, Clara's mouth eased back and a cool rush of air flowed around him as she gulped a breath.

Bobby gazed down and found himself captured by the eyes staring back up at him. Clara's head rose as she backed his cock further out of her throat, stopping with her lips on his shaft and the head still completely encapsulated in her beautiful mouth. Her lips parted slightly as she made an "o" with her mouth and again the cooler air caressed his head as she drew a deep breath down into her lungs. Her mouth felt infinitely hotter than the outside air. Her lips immediately closed back down and Bobby suspected her exaggerated breathing had more to do with the sensation she was imparting than her actual need to breathe.

Her crystal blue eyes, lighter yet somehow more vibrant than the artificial color of her hair, were still locked on his. He could almost feel her in his mind as she interpreted the look on his face and saw the hunger that must be filling his brown eyes as much as hers filled her blue ones.

She began to bob her head, quickening her pace, and the spit from her mouth increased his sensations. Now she began to let his dick escape the heat of her mouth for just a moment at the top of her stroke. Her left hand held him directly upright and guided him in and out of her lips.

Bobby began to feel the pressure building from the quicker stimulation and was torn between wanting to tell her to slowdown so he could enjoy it longer and the building need to feel his release. Plus, the random thought broke in that he needed to get her home and get back on the road. The last thing he needed was to show up back at the garage much later than usual and perhaps prompt someone to review his camera footage and discover the 'why' behind his late return.

Clara continued her quick in-and-out motion on his cock, oblivious to his concerns. Bobby held back on his desire to raise his hips and thrust, not wanting to disrupt the magical rhythm she had found. His legs vibrated as he struggled to hold back his instinct, and he began to wonder if she was ready for what he knew was fast approaching, though she probably was. She clearly was no first timer, and he doubted the high school boys he assumed she had been with before had the control or the stamina to keep from flooding her mouth the same way he knew he was about to do.

Clara's right elbow came up and rested on his thigh while he felt her fingers slide across his balls. The extra touch became a trigger he couldn't resist and his hips lifted of their own accord and thrust upwards as she was on a downstroke. For the first time, Clara had a hitch in her rhythym and a slight gag came out of her. The contraction of her flesh on his cock turned it into a positive for Bobby, and he had to redouble his concentration on holding back from thrusting. He buried his hands in her hair to distract himself, although that action increased his desire to grab her head and fuck her mouth. Clara moaned louder as he gripped her hair. The sound simply added to his excitement, and his mouth dropped open and his already deep breathing turned into loud panting. He tried to speak through it to at least warn Clara of whart was about to happen.

"Oh, god girl! Can't hold back any.... I'm going to cum! What do you....?"

Her mouth left his cock. "Put it deep in my mouth baby. Grab my hair and shoot that load right down my fucking throat! I want to swallow every drop!"

Bobby wanted to reply, but the time when he could spare attention for talking was gone. He did just as she had told him, wrapping his fingers tight in her hair and thrusting toward the back of her mouth as the first jet shot out of him. He felt the contraction of her throat as she swallowed once, then twice, and then a third time.

Suddenly, his rapidly softening cock was back in the cool afternoon air. He released his death grip on Clara's hair and wiped the back of his hand across his forehead, which was sodden with sweat. He quickly realized that it wasn't just his forehead, he could feel a line of sweat running down the center of his back. Luckily, the nearly thirty-minute trip back to the garage would give the air from an open window time to make his exertion less obvious.

He looked with great affection at the young gir.... no, young woman that was the source of his momentary exhaustion. Now that the tension of what they had done was melting away, she began to look like she was her actual age once again. As he went over that thought in his mind, he realized that he had been reacting like she was much older for the last few minutes, possibly as a result of her undeniable and unexpected skill, but maybe because she did look like a younger version of her mother. An easy rationalization for him to fall into to try and find self-forgiveness for what he had just done.

A need that wasn't affecting Clara. She had a huge smile and a mischievous glint in her eye as she looked down on him, having already stood up from her position on her knees. God, but she was a young heart-breaker! His large appreciation for her simply increased at the now incredible realization that not only was she mature and intelligent, but a self-aware sexual beast that was going to be unleashed on a college campus in a few months. He both envied and feared for the young men on whatever campus she would choose.

As she turned and walked towards the front of the bus, he couldn't decide whether to focus on the enticing curve of her ass or the revealed flawless skin of her still naked back. The focus was decided by her picking up from a seat the pale purple satin and lace of her bra and slipping it back on her shoulders. He tried to rise himself with the intent of helping her with the clasp of the garment, but found himself prevented by the binding force of his jeans and boxers riding between his waist and his knees.

After she finished clasping the bra, she pulled the shirt that had been dangling at her waist back up across her shoulders, turned to him and buttoned up the plain black blouse that she was once again wearing.

Bobby walked towards the drivers seat, coming to a halt a couple rows deep in the bus, where Clara was still standing and looking at him with that glint in her eye.

"Excuse me, Dear" he said, "But I really think we need to get you home now."

She nodded, with a smile, and stepped aside into a seat. "Is that all you've got to say after all of that, Mr. B?"

"It's all I dare say, Clara. I can't say what I'm really feeling. That would be almost as damning as what I've just done."

"What you've just done? I did all the work!"

"Yes, you did. And while I'll never forget it, deep down, it would be best if we at least pretended to forget it. At least for awhile. There's nothing good that will come out of anyone else knowing what happened here today. Lord knows how I'm going to be able to look at you and not picture you in a certain way from now on. But I'll have to. No one can know Clara."

"Well, I have to tell one person."

"Let me guess. Your Mom. She helped you come up with this plan, didn't she? She always did have the wildest imagination and a complete lack of inhibition. So, was this your idea or hers?"

"I'll never tell. But you can bet she'll come up with something she wants in return for your silence. She always has a plan."

"She always did, Clara. She always did."