Rogers; the bus doesn’t come for another ten minutes. It’s cool in the wind.”“There will be heat momentarily.”“I feel warm already, Mr. Ro...ers.”What I am feeling is a small hand on the top of my thigh, slowly caressing up and down. Looking down, Lane is looking at me with a mischievous look on her face; she knows the effect she is having on me. It’s dark enough in the cab to camouflage her actions. The other three are in a heavy discussion about one of the PlayStation games everyone received at. I pull you back to the mirror and kiss your cheek as I spin you back round to face it, taking both your hands in mine.“I love you, that’s why I’m with you. I don’t care about how you look; you have an amazing personality and a caring heart. You listen to me when I have a meltdown and make me see sense when I’m on the verge of doing something stupid, you could have a snaggle tooth and a unibrow for all I care. You’re still the most beautiful woman I’ve ever met… even if it did take me years to. . the thought blazed through my mind like a falling star, 'Why couldn't I use her to get myself off.'I'll admit that I'm no stud-muffin. At 15 I was still skinny as a rail and had that computer-geek whitefish complexion that you get from sitting in front of your computer all day playing video games and working on programs.Needless to say I was still a virgin. But I wanted to lay a girl in the worst way. It was just that I was too shy to put myself in a position to get one to do anything with. I was wearing especially revealing clothing that showed off my legs, stomach and tits as much as possible, and he definitely took notice. On a hunch I leaned in and whispered in his ear, "I want you to come back to my place and fuck me rough tonight". He had a somewhat stunned look on his face at first. Then he nudged my arm and slowly started walking to an area without people around, saying "let's find a better place to talk about this". I followed him behind the bar and into an alley where no.