Lexi and I were riding home on the night bus from downtown. The bus was packed, everyone was returning from parties. I stood behind her pressing against her back, so no one would get between us. She was wearing the short summer dress I’d picked out that morning: thin fabric, barely covering anything. She was wearing lace panties underneath. Lexi swayed slightly from the jolts of the bus, her butt gently rubbing against my fly. I was starting to get excited, imagining how we’d get home and I’d rip that dress off her.
Then a tall black guy squeezed in next to us. He stood right behind Lexi almost pressing against her. The bus swayed, and his hand, as if by accident, landed on her thigh. I saw Lexi tense up, but she didn’t move away. She simply turned her head toward me and whispered: «It’s a bit crowded in here, huh?» I nodded, though something inside me was burning. His hand remained on her thigh. Then his fingers slowly slid down her leg, under the hem of her dress.
I wanted to say something to push him away, but the bus shook again, and everyone pressed even closer together. Now he was standing right next to me. Lexi was looking straight ahead, but I saw her cheeks flush. His hand had completely disappeared under her dress. I stood half a meter away and couldn’t take my eyes off him. His thick black fingers had already spread her thighs. Lexi parted her legs slightly, as if by accident, to keep her balance.
