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Scott and his friends had found ample room in the back of the bus next to the beer, which was adjacent to the restroom. They had taken over two rows of seats. It was louder in that area than the rest of the bus, but there was more privacy and the back section was the designated smoking section. John hoped that they were doing anything they weren't supposed it; something illegal. The way they were huddled in the back it looked like they were passing around a joint.

During the morning announcements John could see Scott and his friends looking at him with mild contempt. In the middle of explaining the itinerary John has gotten momentarily confused about the itinerary and Scott had yelled out from the back, "Come on Napoleon Dynamite, get your words out!" The bus had erupted into laughter. John could feel his face burn with embarrassment.

Those guys were potentially trouble and John would have to really keep an eye on them. He thought to himself that maybe he should make sure that what he saw being passed around was not loco weed, but thought it best to just ignore the situation. They were going to be in Vegas in a few hours and it made no sense to antagonize the passengers, especially the ones from that group.

Lourdes turned to John, "Hon, I need to use the restroom. Save my place for me would you?" "Sure babe," he replied, "just watch out for the guys in the back. If they give you any trouble, just ignore them." Feigning courage he continued, "if they behave disrespectfully to you make sure you let me know and I'll go have a talk with them." "Stop worrying," she replied, "I'll be back in a minute." She kissed him lightly on the lips and headed towards the back.

As Lourdes made her way down the narrow space between the rows of seats, she had to sometimes squeeze herself between people who had struck up conversations; inebriated dialogues between red faced drunks, arguing the merits of the various U.S. immigration policies, who would be in the Final Four that year and a host of other alcohol driven chatter. John watched Lourdes walk. She looked sexy just walking. Her tight ass seemed to almost twitch under her pink wraparound skirt.

Furtive glances followed her as she made her way to the restroom. John saw one lady poke her husband in the arm when his gaze seemed to linger maybe a few seconds too long when Lourdes walked by. John saw him look away guiltily as his wife hissed at him to put his eyes back in his head.

John looked back and saw Lourdes pause at the entrance to the restroom. Apparently Scott was whispering something to her. She hesitantly bent over to hear what he was saying. John could feel a flash of adrenaline flow thru him. What the hell did Scott want?

At that moment one of the passengers came over to John and introduced himself. To John's disbelief the guy actually sat down in Lourdes's seat as if he were John's official seat mate. 'Shit' John thought to himself. He couldn't be rude so he tried to follow the guy's conversation, making the appropriate "Uhuh" and "Oh really" in all the correct places. What the hell was Lourdes? It didn't take that long to take a leak. He wanted so bad to excuse himself, or at least get up to look over the seats to see what was going on, but didn't know how to extract himself from the unwanted social situation he was in.

The guy was actually pretty drunk. He was lamenting the loss of his wife to cancer and then complaining about his born again Christian son who never visited him. John was going nuts and was starting to get worried. While the man next to him continued droning on about the trials and tribulations of his life, John snuck a quick peek at his watch. "Fuck, it's been fifty five minutes already" he thought angrily, but with just the slightest bit of anxiety. He clenched his fists in frustration.

Godammit, he had to get this guy to shut-up. At that moment, the bus driver asked John a question about the lodging, giving John a temporary reprieve. He used the moment to excuse himself. "Look sir, I'm really sorry, but I have to talk to my driver" trying to be as polite as he could.

"No bother," slurred the man, pointing crookedly to the back of the bus. "The reason I came over here in the first place was because some guy in the back paid me fifty bucks to keep you company for a while." John quivered with fury. Leaving the drunk and telling the bus driver he'd be back in a few minutes, John walked with resolve to the back of the bus.

After Lourdes left John she walked daintily down the narrow catwalk to the back. She was annoyed by the lecherous stares and looked away or thru the most obvious ones, but didn't let it her affect her attitude. Being stared at was part of being an attractive woman. She barely contained a smile when a woman to the side of her hit her husband whose eyes were boring holes into Lourdes' top. Men were such dorks.

Four or five feet from the restroom she saw Scott and his friends. Even from this distance she could smell the tell tale sign of marijuana. Scott leaned over and whispered something to one of the guys who smiled. Lourdes looked nonchalantly out the window, and continued walking, intending to ignore them. She knew this breed of guys. Muscle bound dimwits trying to perpetuate their adolescence another ten years. What losers.

Defiantly, she put some extra swing in her step making her sexy hips undulate provocatively under her skirt and her full, round breasts rock slightly in the tight confines of her bra. They could say, think and fantasize about anything they wanted, but they had as much chance connecting with her as they had a chance winning the Super Lotto.

Right when Lourdes reached the bathroom, she glanced to the right intending to give Scott and his motley crew of thick headed friends a withering glance of distain. Scott caught her eyes, but ignored the flash of disgust. Purposely, he called out to her with a voice too low to hear. Taken off guard at not getting the reaction she expected she unconsciously leaned forward, straining to hear. Lourdes whiffed a strong smell of marijuana. She wrinkled her nose. She really hated people who needed to be in an altered state to be happy. She really needed to go. She could feel the pressure in her bladder. Why did she need to stop and listen to this creep. Scott flashed a white, toothy smile.

"Hi," he said smoothly, "we were wondering if we could solicit your opinion on something." He stared into her eyes openly waiting for her response. The rest of the guys quieted down checking her out quickly and then glancing away so as not to distract Lourdes in a negative way. It was important that she felt safe.

The seats in the back faced each other, which formed an almost complete cubicle. All of them were filled except the seat next to Scott, by the window, which couldn't be seen from the rest of the bus. The only way people could see what was happening if they came to the back to get beers, but the rate of consumption seemed to have slowed down some as nobody had come by for a while. Apparently a lot of people had snuck their own wine and hard liquor too, which accounted for the lack of traffic.

Even if someone came to use the restroom, Scott's broad back could easily block the view if he chose to reposition himself. Lourdes eyes them suspiciously. As she scanned their faces, Scott looked down. He could see the firm, soft swells of Lourdes' large breasts as gravity pulled the top away from her soft, brown skin. When Lourdes looked back at Scott he was again looking at her eyes. She didn't trust this guy, but he was out of his league if he thought he could pull anything on her.

She might have been born on a weekend, but it wasn't last weekend. Lourdes squatted down, bending her knees, aware that her top was loose enough to show ample cleavage to this group of degenerates. As much as these dopes might like a free peep show, they would have to go to a boobie bar in Vegas and pay for the thrill if they wanted to see a pair of boobs.

"What opinion might that be?" she asked with an openly hostile attitude. "Have a seat" Scott gestured his palms open to the open seat beside him."

"I don't think so."

"Don't you trust me?"

"Not really."

"I take it you've had bad experiences with men?"

"Yes, actually no, I'm very happy right now anyway it's none of your damn business," she added an edge in her voice.

"Relationships can be hard."

"I know that."

"I've been through a divorce. It was very painful" Scott said softly, looking down at his lap.

Lourdes was at a loss for words. She wasn't expecting to feel empathy. Scott took advantage of the situation. Looking into Lourdes' eyes he said, "Look, people get the wrong idea of me and my friends. If they got to know us, and took the time to look behind this whole jock stereotype thing they would see that there is a lot more to us than just weightlifting and playing sports, but people jump to conclusions without giving us a chance, without giving us the benefit of the doubt. We have feelings too, just like everybody else does. Scott looked away from Lourdes to stare out the window. He threw out the hook. Shaking his head dismissively he said, "Never mind, a woman of your caliber has better things to do than talk to a bunch of dumb jocks." He bit the last words off.

Lourdes wasn't expecting the conversation to go this direction. She was expecting Scott to get defensive, giving her the opportunity to maintain the level of control she was so used to. An emotional Berlin Wall, where she was safe, entrenched and which gave her the opportunity to launch her verbal assaults and circular arguments where she was always the winner. It always worked out the way.

She was proud of the fact that she was always so in control of herself, that nobody could touch her, physically or emotionally, unless she gave the O.K. Scott's vulnerability made her uncomfortable, but she didn't let on. She hesitated. "Give me a sec." She opened the door to the bathroom and let herself inside.

Mark, Paul, Manny, and Craig simultaneously put their index and middle fingers together and raised them to their faces. They thrust their tongues thru them rapidly, the universal symbol of eating pussy and began giggling like 4th grade boys reading their first Playboy Magazine. "Okay guys, we just have a few minutes until she comes out" Scott said, "stick with the plan. Act normal, at least for a while longer, huh?" He tried to hold back his own grin. With mock anger he whispered hoarsely, "and do something else with your stupid fingers."

Lourdes came out and paused by Scott. He quickly got up. Playfully he said, "Please step into my office." Lourdes slightly paused and squeezed by Scott, her tight ass rubbing his legs. Scott willed himself not to grab the firm round ass in front of him and squeeze. This woman was hot. A perfect specimen of the female species. Lourdes was just how he liked them. Latin, long thick hair, almond eyes, full lips, big tits, thin waist and perfectly round ass.

Lourdes sat down. She felt a pang of trepidation, but pushed it out of her mind. She took a deep breath and exhaled. What she was doing was odd and out of character for her, but she felt safe. She was on a bus, not some rave club in an abandoned warehouse somewhere.

She was about to say something when she realized that she hadn't taken the time to tell John she was visiting with some of the passengers. Scott sensed that Lourdes was going to get up again, so he reached under his seat to grab the bottle of Cuervo Gold. They had brought their own booze and glasses, but the tequila he won was the best for this type of situation. It gave a special buzz, which crept up on a person like an early fog. Bang. Before they knew it they would all be in Tomorrow Land, especially Lourdes.

Manny and Paul were directly in front of Lourdes and Scott. Mark was sitting on the hand rest kitty corner to Scott. Craig was next to him on the other armrest. Scott had subtly turned his body so that his broad back was blocking the view from the restroom door and beer area. Lourdes felt penned in and was particularly uncomfortable because she was blocked in by a wall of solid muscle. Actually, she wasn't blocked in, she could get up any time she wanted and leave. She was the one in control. Always had, always would. "I need to talk to John," Lourdes said abruptly.

"Sure," Scott said easily, "he's not going anywhere. Now that you have seen the error of your ways and have realized we are just as real, warm and caring as everybody else, let's celebrate with a shot or two shall we?" Lourdes had scooted up on the seat, causing her skirt to ride up a few inches past her knees exposing her firm thighs.

Lourdes squeezed her legs together. She really wanted to go. John would be worried. Manny who was directly in front of her said, "Hey Lourdes relax, we are glad you're here. You seem really nice and we're looking forward to getting to know you." He gave her a friendly wink. Imperceptibly, he slowly pressed Lourdes' knees and pushed her back into her seat. Lourdes felt stifled, but didn't want to make a scene. John would be fine. She'd see him in a bit.

Scott cracked open he bottle, got out a salt shaker and a plastic bag of limes. People gave him a hard time for over packing, but it was always good to be prepared. He gave everyone a shot glass. With great gravity he raised his shot glass, "To Lourdes, the only woman who gave us a chance."

Everyone raised their glasses solemnly except Lourdes. Something didn't seem right. She was on her way to the bathroom and now she was sitting down with a bunch of stoned and half drunk jocks. Scott didn't allow her time to dwell on her thoughts. He cocked his head to one side. "Come on Lourdes, you are going to give us a chance, right?" She hesitated briefly and then shyly raised her glass too.

The next thirty minutes were actually fun. They were pretty decent guys. Although occasionally she would catch one of the guys checking out her boobs or trying to look up her skirt, she chalked that up to the drinking. They were just a little loose, that's all. Lourdes was on her sixth shot and was starting to feel a really strong buzz. Time seemed to be going in slow motion, yet there was a clarity to the experience that defied understanding.

Usually booze made her tired, but the tequila was actually making her feel more acutely aware of her surroundings, the laughter, the camaraderie. These guys might be jocks, but they were nice jocks. Really nice, sweet jocks. Cute jocks too. Scott was cute. A real cutie pie. A cutie pie, pumpkin pie, pie in the sky. An image of John floated into her mind, but the image was translucent and fleeting. It floated away with the clink of glasses and loud laughter.

Lourdes was getting pretty sloshed. Her skirt would frequently ride up her legs. She thought she saw Craig reach over and pull her skirt up higher, but she wasn't sure. She looked down and could almost see her sheer lace panties. She pulled her skirt down again. Another time, Manny had reached over to look at her necklace. It seemed that he purposely had tried to pull her blouse open more than he needed to so he could properly see the necklace's design. She looked down and saw the swell of her firm breasts. Her clothes felt tight. It was probably the booze. She thought it best to start slowing down the drinking a bit.

It seemed that anytime someone spoke to her they also touched her in some way. Her arm, her leg, nothing obvious. It was kind of intrusive, but the booze relaxed Lourdes' inhibitions and she gave no signal that it bothered her. She began feeling tingly and warm.

Manny and Paul had the best view of the group. Everyone purposely had made sure that Lourdes was drinking full shots. They would frequently pretend or only fill their glasses part way. Lourdes was drunk, but not overly drunk. She could still hold a conversation, albeit a slurred one. Manny's cock had been in a perpetual state of arousal for the last fifty five minutes.

He had mentally undressed Lourdes about one hundred times. As she shifted around in her seat to face Scott or just to change position, she unwittingly flashed her panties. Manny and Paul both caught glimpses of the skimpy lace covering, the neatly shaved cunt pressed tightly against it. He was almost positive he saw silky black strands of pubic hairs poking out from under the sheer fabric. Manny could feel his cock jutting along his leg like a piece of ancient petrified wood.

Paul was in the same condition. He was ready to excuse himself to the bathroom just so he could jerk off and take away some of the pressure. Lourdes was ripe. He just had to see more. It was just too much. It was getting harder and harder to control his needs. Those fucking melons. Lourdes had to be a C or D cup. Her tits were big and round. Her tits were perfect.

Just picturing them uncovered caused him to catch his breath. When she had reached over to pull Manny's sunglasses of his head, giggling that she couldn't see his eyes, he almost came watching her firm tits pressing against the fabric of her blouse. He could almost imagine her sweet nipples pressing deeply into the bra cups. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

Scott could see that the environment was ripe to ratchet up the festivities another notch. Everyone, including himself, was in a highly aroused state. His stomach was buzzing with sexual tension. He could feel his cock, literally lurching forward in his pants. Lourdes had an incredible pair of legs, long and lithe, perfectly proportioned. It was getting impossible not to stare.

Having such a beautiful and desirable woman just inches away was maddening. Especially getting fleeting glimpses of her soft thighs and panties as Lourdes shifted in her seat. It was getting more and more difficult to maintain a semblance of control. Scott stared hard at Lourdes' beautiful legs, imagining running his hands from her perfectly formed calves to her toned, yet soft yielding thighs, and higher under her cotton panties to the treasure underneath.

Scott winked at his friends. "Hey Lourdes, we got so carried away having fun that we forgot to ask your opinion about that subject I mentioned earlier." Lourdes looked at him quizzically. "What do you want to know?" Although Lourdes was buzzed, she was coherent enough to detect a slight change in the air. There was a tension beneath the fun and frolic that wasn't there before. She felt a thread of anxiety weave it's way through her body.

"Well," Scott continued, "does having unprotected sex make the act of eh... intercourse more exciting."

Lourdes wasn't sure what she heard. "Are you asking me if having sex without a condom or not being on some other birth control makes sex more exciting?"

Scott looked into Lourdes' eyes, and then deliberately glanced down to her breasts before locking eyes with her again. The other guys just sat silently listening to the conversation. All of a sudden it was quiet.

Lourdes didn't like where the conversation was going and she didn't like the way Scott looked at her breasts like she was some cheap skank from the 'hood. She was there to have fun, not to talk about sex with a group of guys she barely new. She drew her legs together and clasped her hands in her lap. "Honestly, I wouldn't know and I'm not comfortable talking about this." She felt her buzz retreat a bit.

Scott kept his questioning light, not wanting to spook her, letting the conversation follow it's own path in a way that would make Lourdes be more accepting of it. "Don't take the question the wrong way Lourdes. On the way to the bus this morning, Manny brought it up. He said that a girl that he knew told him that having unprotected intercourse was exciting."

Lourdes looked over at Manny. She felt jittery and nervous; feelings that were alien to her, but she maintained her composure. She wanted to leave, but it wasn't the time. These guys were challenging her. She needed to show them that she wouldn't flinch. She tried to relax. Taking a small breath she said, "What makes your friend so excited about having unprotected intercourse?"

Lourdes felt a small hollowness in her belly. It was more than nervousness. Talking about sex like this was sort of exciting her. She was with a group of guys in the back of a bus talking about a subject that she considered taboo with people she didn't know well. The conversation was light, not heavy duty, so Lourdes felt she could stay in control of the situation. They were just pushing her seeing what she could handle, that was all.

Manny's changed the prose in his response, causing the conversation to shift from a clinical mode, to a more open, raw sexual mode. As he answered, the rest of the group closed in tighter, the air filling with the electricity of sexual tension. Lourdes unconsciously sat back in her chair, trying not to grip the arms rests. Her mouth and throat felt parched.

"Well, please excuse my language Lourdes, but my friend is pretty open. I'm just expressing myself he way she talks. You don't mind, right?"

Lourdes nodded her head, dipping it down quickly. "Uh...no go ahead."

She said that when she's... being... fucked by someone bareback, it's exciting because of the feel of the guys cock slamming into her hole skin to skin. There is nothing between them. She said that although she knows it's dangerous, and a little crazy, knowing that the guy is going to blow a load of spunk inside of her, without any form of protection makes her go crazy. As he's shooting, she can feel the sperm coating her insides with his discharge, seeking out her egg. It's too much. She said she usually cums again."

Lourdes couldn't believe what she was hearing. She didn't want to hear it. She didn't want to know the answer to her question. She wished she had never asked it. The small hollowness in her belly grew bigger pressing down on her diaphragm leaving her weak with arousal. Lourdes felt her breasts swelling and her areola and nipples began to puff up with excitement. She took a deep breath, willing herself to calm down.

Scott and the others saw the effect the story had the beautiful Latina between them. The story had got her going. She was starting to get turned on. It was obvious. Her breath was noticeably labored. She looked confused as if she didn't know what she should do or say.

"What's your opinion Lourdes?" Lourdes looked back at him her eyes lidded. She squeezed her thighs together, feeling her moist vulva grind together lubricated with her vaginal fluids, which began leaking out of her, the moment that Manny started the story. She didn't want to, but she couldn't help imagining it. It was crazy. It was totally and completely wrong and irresponsible. It wasn't right to play Russian Roulette and possibly bring a child into the world.

Lourdes prided herself on her control. How could anyone enjoy get off on having unprotected sex. Unconsciously, she imagined being the girl in Manny's story. Having someone inside of her, unprotected. Just a naked... cock. She wouldn't be in control in that situation, not even close. The person who would lose would be her. She'd get... pregnant. Yet, it was exciting to think about anyway. Fantasy is not reality. She shook her head as if to clear her thoughts.

As Lourdes was picturing a cock pistoning in and out of her unprotected, vagina she heard the sound of John's voice, "What the hell is going on here? What are you guys doing?" "Calm down," Scott said good-naturedly we're just having some fun with Lourdes. She's a nice girl and we thought it would be nice if she would share her opinion on something. No big deal."

John looked over at Lourdes. He knew the look. She looked aroused. Her thick black hair was tousled and the top two buttons on her blouse were undone giving an ample view of her large breasts. Her push up bra brought them up and forward, forming a deep cleavage. Her legs were slightly open giving a view of her firm, brown thighs. He could almost catch a glimpse of her panties. John could feel his cock begin to swell. He tried to will it away.

He didn't know what was going on, what they had been talking about, but it make him angry. Unfortunately for they guys it wouldn't go beyond this. He was sure of it. He knew Lourdes better than anyone. In their bedroom Lourdes could be aroused by their foreplay but still stroke his cock with the robotic precision of an oil derrick. She had an incredible amount of self control.

Scott was initially annoyed by the arrival of John, but quickly modified his plan. "Hey John, have a seat." Scott motioned Paul to vacate the chair in front of Lourdes. John paused, "I have to visit the rest of the passengers, I really can't..." Scott cut him off quickly. "Relax man, just take a seat." John sat down trying to appear angry and indignant.

He looked across the seat to his girlfriend. God, she looked hot. He couldn't believe that she looked so wanton. Why was she sitting like this? Her posture irritated him and made him more than a little horny. He shifted in his seat, trying to relive the pressure of his cock, which threatened to rip open his shorts. He looked between Lourdes' thighs and could see her panties. They looked... looked wet. What was going on?

Lourdes looked embarrassed. She was still aroused, but more in control. She just had to keep herself from thinking about... the story. She tried not to think. She felt slightly buzzed and horny; unfulfilled somehow. She looked over at John. He looked perplexed. She also noticed that he was hard. She could see the outline of her stiff cock in his shorts. She swallowed hard. They both needed to leave. They needed to get up and go. There were passengers to attend to. She needed some fresh air to clear her thoughts, to clear her imagination.

Scott could see that John had a hard on. Seeing his girlfriend in such a situation should have produced some anger, or at the very least some indignation, but he saw neither, at least nothing overt. He just saw a horny guy. "Hey John, like what you see?" John knew he should say something to protect his girlfriend and dignify her, but he said nothing.

All he could do was stare at Lourdes, her full breasts, her legs, her thighs. His anger suddenly. For the last several months all he gotten were a succession crummy hand-jobs and lectured to about the importance of developing a strong, caring and loving relationship and here was his girlfriend practically spread eagled on a bus in front of a group of strangers. It was bullshit.

"Yeah," he blurted, "I like what I see, but that's as far as it'll go. Lourdes doesn't put out. She wants to develop our relationship before we fuck." He uttered the last few words with angry contempt.

Lourdes looked at him angrily, her emotions confused. She didn't know what brought that tirade out of John. She thought he had agreed to their arrangement. All of a sudden she realized that they were really no longer on the same side. In an instant, John had made his pact with Scott and the rest of the group.

John's diatribe opened the door to what Scott was looking for. "Before you got here John, we asked Lourdes what she thought about having unprotected sex. She didn't really answer, but we think that maybe she enjoyed the idea a little more than she thought she would."

John looked at each person around Lourdes, a pained, surprised expression on his face. "You mean... that's why she's like this?" He looked accusingly at Lourdes, who looked nervous and scared. "Did that question get you horny?" he asked accusingly?

"N-N-N-No John I was just surprised that's all"

"Your lying. It did get you hot. Talking about having sex with someone without a condom got you going, didn't it?"

Lourdes moaned and licked her full lips. Reflexively she squeezed her thighs together, her clit tingling with excitement.

"It did. You're thinking about it now, aren't you?"

Lourdes breathing was quick and shallow. She could feel her sexual excitement building throughout her body leaving her mouth dry. Her body was tingling. Shivers of excitement, seemed to dance over her skin, leaving her faint with want. "Please John, please stop talking about it." Lourdes squeeze her fists together. "Please... just stop talking about it."

Scott chimed in, "Tell him Lourdes. Tell him that while Manny was telling you the story, you were thinking what it would be like... to have someone inside of you...someone riding you bareback. Just say it."

Lourdes was sexually unraveling. She wanted to think about something, anything except the story. But she couldn't. All she could see was a man between her legs, his ass flexing on each down stroke of his pistoning cock. And he wasn't wearing a rubber. She didn't want him inside of her. It was dangerous. She could get pregnant, but her pussy was so wet, drenched with the excitement of her desire. She couldn't summon the will to disengage her soaked cunt from the stiff rod that filled her up, which vanquished the emptiness, the void she would feel if he suddenly stopped and pulled out. This didn't have to happen.

All she had to do was tell the man to stop, or just shift herself over so his spunk would shoot harmlessly in the air, but she couldn't verbalize the words. She suddenly imagined herself inside of her own vagina. From that perspective the cock exiting and entering at an ever increasing rate and urgency into her hot hole appeared huge, like a torpedo. She could see the little hole at the top of the bulbous head leaking pre-cum that mixed itself in with her own cunt juice. The cock seemed to be lurching forward as if to squeeze more of itself inside of her.

She imagined herself again on her back. Her legs spread wide. Her hands were pressed against the man's chest. The man in her thoughts pistoned in deeper with more urgency. He had to be close. No, she couldn't lose herself. She couldn't. "That's it you guys, that's it! Stop it. Change the subject!" She cried out.

Scott moved his hands under Lourdes' skirt finding the firm roundness of her ass. Raise your ass Lourdes. Help me take off your panties. "No, you can't make me" Lourdes shifted herself away from him and attempted to get up. Scott said to John, ":Grab her arms" John hesitated for less than a second. He grabbed Lourdes by the wrists, pinning her arms to her sides.