It felt like a lie, a soft precursor to more pain. She couldn’t afford to let herself hope for kindness, for gentleness, because in his eyes she saw...none.He must have found something he didn’t like, because the moment he touched her there, he stopped and drew away. She didn’t know whether to feel relieved or humiliated. She couldn’t get a good look at his face to get a sense of what had happened, or what would happen next. He hadn’t killed her, and again, she had some very complicated emotions. He said his name was Bill, I told him mine. He said you look a bit young to be on my own. I told him I was in highschool and I was just fine traveling on my own. Calm down, I was just asking, he said. As the bus pulled up on the freeway the driver turned off the interior lights. Except for the freeway lights and signs going by, it was dark inside. Bill asked if I had a girlfriend, I said no. Raising his eyebrows, he asked a boyfriend. I looked at him and said no. We were half an hour out of the. Slowly, as she slid her hands upwards towards Doris's hips, the soft leather skirt was hitched higher and higher. Lynn's hands reached Doris's bare thighs, above the stocking tops, and in the dim light we could easily see the bare skin and suspender straps. Lynn kept going until the skirt was crumpled round Doris's waist. Doris stood still, fixed to the spot, looking shocked, breathing fast, her mouth open, knowing she was in the open, half naked, with strangers gazing at her bare tits and the. I couldnt believe I was getting this lucky with my brothers friends. I knew my brother was completely straight, because he hated anything gay and Phil would always have to hide any gay emotions in front of him. Later on I get with more of his friends. I don't know if they were all gay, as much as they were curious teens. Anyway, I picked up Phil first, and he got into my car greeting me with a "Hey," and a quick makeout and dick grab. He was wearing a wife beater, sneakers, and pajama pants..