I heard a sigh, and then another moan, and then I heard a soft squeaking.

Professor Kroft was outside, which left Billie and me in the bus. I was on the right side, near the front. She was down on the left near the back, two or three seats away.

Without a doubt, Billie was touching herself. I sniffed and could smell her excitement, which soon had me hard as rock.

I hadn’t unzipped my jumpsuit because, like I thought, it was really cold. The bus offered us some shelter, though, and our body heat had warmed it up. The fire also helped because I’d built it close to the opening.

Professor Kroft was outside, sitting on the edge.

Did she hear Billie?

Obviously not.

The squeaking continued, and then stopped abruptly. There was nothing for several long moments. Had she finished?

That smell was driving me crazy. I wanted to get closer to it.

I knew that would be a mistake. Billie had made it clear that she was going to be faithful to her football boyfriend.

She thought I was asleep, which was why she was playing with herself.

She let out a stifled groan. Then I felt the bus sway a little. She was really going at it. Had she unzipped completely? Probably not. I bet she had unzipped down to her waist, which meant that her puffy pink nipples were out. I could only imagine what they looked like, with her lying on her back, legs spread, as she rubbed herself.

Was she just rubbing herself? Or was she pulling on her nipples?

There was no way I could stop myself. I’d come once the day before, with Merida, but then I’d arrived in the patchwork world, which had something to do with sex, and maybe magic, if the ring was correct. I’d seen both Professor Kroft and Billie naked.

Here was one of the most beautiful girls at my college, masturbating like crazy not ten feet from me.

Fuck it.

I unzipped my jump suit, easing down the zipper, and even though I tried to be quiet, there was no way she wouldn’t hear me.

She tried not to moan, but she failed, and then she gasped.

I had my zipper down. I grabbed my shaft, but it was already so slick with my pre-cum. I must’ve stained the front of my jumpsuit. That was a problem for the next day.

But I didn’t care about the next day. All I cared about was stroking myself, listening to the cheerleader try not to scream out.

“Oh,” she whispered. “Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck.”

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She sighed, probably frustrated that she was talking at all.

I’ve never been really loud during sex, but I was breathing hard, and I knew, she could probably hear me.

No, she could hear something else. There’s a reason why it was called fapping.

My cock was dripping pre-cum, and there was no way to hide the sound of me fucking my hand.

Girls have it easy. They have little clits they can rub, and normally, they can do it without creating a big ruckus. And yes, they get wet, but it’s nothing like shooting a big load. For most women…I guess squirters were different.

I couldn’t stop stroking myself, no matter how loud it was. She didn’t seem to mind, since she wasn’t stopping me, or calling me disgusting, or telling me to get the fuck out.

Of course not. Because she was the one who had started masturbating even though we were on the same bus. She then moaned, and even grunted a little.

Did she come?

The idea had me throbbing. I was right on the edge.

“Uh. Oh. Oh. Oh. Fuck.” The horny cheerleader hissed. If she’d orgasmed, it was clear she was going for a second, or maybe even a third. Girls were so lucky.

What was I going to do with my load? My only option was to get a piece of cloth, so I could clean up.

Well, it wasn’t my only option. I could go to Billie and see if she could help me with the problem. I could come in her mouth. Or I could come in her pussy. It would feel so good to sink deep inside of her. She was so fucking hot.

I could imagine going to her and jerking off and coming on those perfect little titties. Or maybe I would come on her face. Seeing her proud, beautiful face with my seed on it would be so satisfying. She’d look so slutty, and I bet if she were having trouble orgasming again, that would do it.

I finally found the strength to let go of my cock.

I got up but I knew I had to say something. “I’ll be right back.”

My heart was in my throat. What would she say? Would she scream at me? Or would she tell me to fuck off? What would happen?

Her voice came out quiet. “Okay. I’ll wait.”

“Okay.” My soul was singing. This was happening. I didn’t know what it meant, and right then, I didn’t care. I just wanted to fucking come.

Then I was hurrying through the bus. I went and grabbed the extra cloth out of the bag.

Professor Kroft turned around. “Oh, Mr. Marshall. Is everything okay?”

“Yeah,” I said. With my suit unbuttoned, it was obvious what I was doing. There was no way I was going to admit anything. “Wake me if you get tired, Professor.”

“Sure, Sid.” She was smiling a little. Did she know something?

Then I was hurrying back to the seat.

There was no stopping me, but I wasn’t going to stop. I was even harder, and there was even more pre-cum. I found myself on the edge. But now, I wasn’t going to come until Billie did.

I heard her, felt her, smelled her.

She gasped. “Are you close?”

“Yeah,” I said, not believing the turn of events. Just that day, she was saying she was not interested in me, and then, not a day later, we were jerking off together.

“Tell me when you’re about to come.” Her breathy voice was unbearably sexy.

Just thinking about what we were doing made me come. I gave my cock three extra strokes, and then, I gasped. “Oh, fuck, Billie. I can’t hold it.”

“Oh, fuck, I knew you could hear me. I know you could smell me. I love it, Sid. I love how my pussy smells. Come with me. Please. Oh, it’s happening. I’m coming…”

Who knew she was that dirty? She’d mentioned something about secrets. Was she secretly a nymphomaniac?

She grunted as she orgasmed, and they weren’t exactly delicate.

Then it was happening to me. The orgasm made my head swim, it felt so good, and it felt so perfect. Over and over, I rode the waves the pleasure, and every piece of bliss meant another shot of semen into my hand. I was soon overflowing, and I knew I was coming on my belly, but I didn’t care. I had the cloth to clean myself up.

Billie gasped. “Oh, I can smell you too. Oh, fuck, it’s happening again. I love it when I come twice so fast. It’s going to be such a big one. Oh. Oh. Oh.”

This time, she didn’t grunt. Instead, she whimpered through her orgasm.

My head was swirling, and then, my vision was filled with messages from the ring.

Weird timing, but I would take what I could get.