His eyes are glued to my tits and I can't contain myself. I grab on the hem of my skirt, inching it up. I want him to keep looking. I want him to get ...ard. I want to show him more. Surely he's noticed my heavy breathing and lip-biting and and less than subtle skin-showing by now? He turns to look at the windows and pushes his hand on my left knee and I have to hold back a moan. Fuck. I want more. I pull on his hand, up my thigh, slowly, when the bus goes into a curve and he's pressing me. "What's he done thistime?"I told her, "He came on to me after the game last week."John was the starting quarterback at Littlefield College, and, as such,he thought no girl could resist his dubious--make that his non-existent--charm. If a coed was the least bit attractive, she'd fall victim to hisleering ways, sooner or later, especially if she was a member of theschool's cheerleading squad, as both Marilyn and I are."I'm surprised it's taken him so long," Marilyn declared.I offered her a faint. I leaned back and enjoyed it, seeing a few joggers eye us suspiciously from across the pond. Someone’s dog came slowly trotting towards us and began sniffing Dana’s butt as she was bent forward between my legs, and its owner had a hard time calling it back.I giggled at the confusion and finally pushed her head back again, letting some saliva drip into her slightly open mouth. “Mmh, you could be a little more eager,” I said about her efforts, then pulled her up again. We went the short trip back. She saw the watch box in the bag and took it out. She asked for whom, and when did I get. I said it’s for you and I got when I went to washroom, but actually went to buy this. She burst in to tears and came and hugged me crying, and keep on telling thank you so much thank you so much. I got sudden current shock by this and even I broke for her love and started to console her rubbing her back. After few minutes of crying she got normal and broke the hug. I can see happiness still in her eyes..