Paul Mall - Take A Toss With Tess

"Hi beautiful," he said.

"Hi beautiful, yourself," she said and took the seat right behind him.

"Where you comin' from, this hour?"

"A friend's house. We were… er, studying."

"I'll bet you were. A beautiful young thing like yourself must have better things to do than to study. Call me Jack."

"Okay, Mr. Jack Busdriver. I'm Tessie."

Jack pulled the bus to a halt at the next stop and opened the doors. One man got off, no one got on, and Jack zipped the bus back into the middle of the street and pressed his foot down on the gas pedal, the bus picked up speed.

"You got far to go?" Jack asked, looking through squinted eyes into the rear view mirror at her.

"Uh-uh, not too. About three more stops."

"Oh," he frowned at her. "I get a break at the end of this run, thought I could buy you a beer, or somethin'."

"I'd like to do that, but I just can't tonight. Uh, maybe another night." Tessie hoped he'd ask for her phone number. She didn't want to just offer it to him. Jack smelled so masculine, his shirt clinging to him, perspiration wetting the back of it. She was fascinated by the rippling of his muscles under the tight-fitting flannel.

"Yeah, another night. How old are you?"

"Fifteen. How old are you?"

Jack gripped the wheel, his cock coming awake. Fifteen! Oh, baby! he thought. "I'm thirty-four."

Tessie squirmed down into the rough plastic of the bus seat. Thirty-Four! she thought. A tingling sensation leaped through her loins.

The bus came to the next stop and the last two passengers got off. Again no one got on. Tessie and Jack were alone on the bus as it zipped along the darkened streets, entering Tessie's neighborhood.

"Oh, it's the next stop that I have to get off:" Tessie got up and stood next to Jack, in front of the white line that the passengers were suppose to stand behind. Tessie liked disobeying that order. She liked disobeying a lot.

"Hey," Jack said. "I'm not letting you get away without promising me a… a date."

"Jack, you don't want to date me. I'd be embarrassed to have to admit something to you after goin' out with you and bein' alone with you… and…"

Jack slowed the bus down and parked it in the shade of some trees. "Tessie, what are you trying to tell me?"

When she realized the bus had come to a stop, she bent to look out the front window. Turning to him, confused, she gripped the back of his seat and tensed, becoming a little frightened. "Why'd you stop here? This isn't a bus stop."

"I'm not going to do anything to you. I just think you're somethin' else, and I'd like to buy you a drink. That's all. You said you get off at the next stop and I didn't want you to get away before I had a chance to make… er, a date."

Calmed now, believing him, and liking the idea of going for a drink with him, she decided to be honest. This was a man she was dealing with, not a boy like Bill or Bob, and not a shlump like Mr. Sands. They were the type you played with; they deserved it, but not Jack.

"I'm a virgin… a fifteen-year-old virgin, who'd like to fuck you, but who doesn't like being called a… a cocktease." She let her breath out slowly, looking him straight in his pale, pale blue eyes, relieved that her secret was out in the open.

Jack may have looked like a strong man to Tessie, but to himself he was a quivering bowl of jelly, a big, mushy marshmallow, his mind reeling and his cock pulsating inside his uniform pants, the brown baggy material concealing the fact that he had a raging hard-on. He would have said something sooner, but his mouth was too dry and his brain too stunned. He hadn't seen a virgin in years, and the possible opportunity of getting away from loose, flabby cunts, the type he'd been having lately, and getting into a nice, tight pussy, the quim of a virgin fifteen-year-old, brought him back to the present.

"You said you want to… er, make it with me?"

"No, I said I'd like to fuck you." Tessie realized then, that when it came to sex, most men must be alike. It reduced them to where she could handle them. Taking control of their budding relationship, she continued: "Please start the bus, I've got to get home."

Jack started the bus and they rode the next two blocks in silence. He kept thinking of her and how she'd look on the back seat of his bus, her legs spread and his prick stretching her little hole wide open. She was thinking the same thing. The bus slowed and Tessie moved to the front door, turning to look at Jack.

"You think about it. You think about being the first cock inside my fifteen-year-old, unused pussy. I just bet I'll catch your bus again real soon." The bus stopped and the doors opened. Tessie stepped down the two steps and looked over her shoulder at Jack again. "You can let me know the next time I see you." Then she walked away, down the block towards her house.

"Ma, I'm home," Tessie called out, dropping her books onto the dining room table.

"It's about time! Did you eat? – Jeee-sus, Tessie, get your books off the table. I just washed and ironed that cloth." Mrs. Matheson stood in the doorway that led in from the kitchen. She was drying her hands on the terry cloth apron tied around her waist. "Oh, and Mrs. Arlen wants you to babysit Saturday night. I told her you'd call her tomorrow."

"Where's Daddy?"

"Sleeping. And, god, don't wake him! He's in a bitch of a mood."

"Well, that's Daddy for you: sleeping, eating, or in a bitch of a mood."

"Now don't talk about your father that way, young lady." Mrs. Matheson spoke as she returned to a pile of dirty dishes waiting in the kitchen sink. "You know he works hard to support us. You don't mind spending his hardearned money filling up your closets, but -"

"I'm goin' up to my room, to do my homework," Tessie said, cutting her mother off mid-sentence, already on her way up the steps. to the top floor of their very comfortable, very elegantly decorated middle-class home.

"You've been at Jeanie's since school ended, to do homework. It is 10:30 P.M. and you haven't done it yet?" Mrs. Matheson padded in slippered feet across the thick Persian carpet after Tessie, but the girl was already at the top of the stairs.

"This is from a class I don't have with Jeanie. I'm going to bed after I finish it. Good night, Mother." Tessie entered her room and then came back out again. "Wake me up at seven in the morning… I want to get to school early." She went back into her room, closing and locking her bedroom door behind her.

Mrs. Matheson returned to the dishes in the sink, shrugging off the rebelliousness of youth. After all, it was only normal, just like her husband needing sleep after a hard day's work.

In the dark of her bedroom, Tessie sat on the windowsill, looking out over the row of houses, all similar to the one she lived in, and she wondered what all the people behind alt those windows were doing. Smoking a cigarette, blowing the smoke out through the open window, she saw in her mind's eye children being tucked into beds, husbands and wives watching television… couples fucking. She tried to see into the windows of the house directly across the street, but the shimmering leaves of a tree blocked her view. In the distance, Tessie saw a bus, its lights vividly yellow against the black of the night, and she wondered if it was Jack. Crushing the cigarette out on the bricks outside, just beneath the window, she smiled smugly, wondering if she had gotten him hard enough so that he had to jerk off… during his break.

Tessie pictured Jack, sitting behind the wheel of his bus, jerking himself off. She imagined his cock to be very big, thick, and red with power. Quickly, she shut the window, pulled down the shade and closed the curtains. The room was taken over by total blackness.

She stepped forward, instinctively holding her hands out in front of her, and slowly moved towards where she knew the bed would be. She sat down and slid up on the mattress until she could feel the headboard against her back. Then, reaching behind her, Tessie groped along the shelf built into the back of the bed, and found the flashlight that she kept there. She rested the flashlight on the bed, next to her, and removed all of her clothes, dropping them quietly to the floor.