Susan smiled and turned away, to talk to Rachel, another cheerleader who was sitting behind them.
Jen sat in stifled silence, desperately and uncomfortably trying not to draw attention to herself, morbidly embarrassed as her hands worked her pussies and her naked body squirmed and writhed. Her bare feet brushed against the dirty bus floor as she continued to finger herself, her toes curling and her breathing coming in short excited gasps she couldn’t help but notice the amount of sweat that was sticking her back and ass to the cheap plastic seat.
As she sat there, mindlessly masturbating and approaching her inevitable orgasm all Jen could think about was the fact that she didn’t have her bag with her, she had no purse, no books, no pens, no notes, everything was still at home in her room.
She started to pant and gasp out load, Jen was experiencing more pleasure than she had ever felt before as every feeling was magnified by her two pussies. The new hand that had formed below her tail bone, nestled between her ass cheeks, expertly worked her ass pussy in unison with what was happening between her legs.
Rapidly approaching orgasm Jen closed her eyes and turned towards the window, “no... no... no....” she said panting, desperately trying to stop her hands but it proved pointless as she felt herself crest.
When she opened her eyes she found her head was resting on the window, her throat was dry and sheen of moisture from her breath had formed on the glass. Her legs were splayed apart and her right arm was pressed into the seat in front. She became aware of some clapping and looked around to see everyone on the bus cheering and applauding her orgasm, lifting her head off the window she heard someone shout, “That was a screamer!”
Nervously she looked across at Susan who smiled at her, “Wow! I don’t think I’ve seen you orgasm like that since you first started!”
Jen could still feel her hands continuing their insistent rubbing, but it was less intense than it had been before the orgasm, and had reduced to a gentle stroking.
“What do you mean?” Jen said deliriously, “When I started?” She knew she couldn’t attempt to get Susan to help her, but maybe if she realised the absurdity of the situation on her own she would help her.
“You know, when you started...” Susan repeated, “You’re obviously tired after that... You’re not remembering right...”
“Just tell me” Jen said, almost aggressively, quickly regaining composure.
Susan’s smile dropped slightly, “Ok Jen...”