I opened my eyes which I had forgotten were closed and met her stare. Her eyes were unnaturally dark with want and passion. She wagged a finger at me playfully and then giggled some. Pete put on headphones at the front of the bus. Spencer took a few steps back, a few blonde strands falling into her face and I smiled. I bet that this was how she looked when she was completely free, at her own mercy. She pushed the finger closer to my face still wagging it from side to side, but I gripped it in my hand, pulling her forward. She was caught off guard and her eyes widened, turning a blazing blue. Then she was right in front of me, my face to her face, our breaths mingling. She considered me, eyes getting hungry again, and I pushed a lock from her face.

“I love you Spencer Carlin,” I breathed and for a second, I thought that I saw panic in her eyes. But then they softened, turning the brightest blue that I had even seen them, a blue that even Crayola hadn’t thought of yet. Before she could say anything I pulled her down, our lips crashing together and she moaned into my mouth. I gripped her hips pulling her down, and she straddled me, supporting herself on her knees. My kisses were frantic, moving from the warm skin of her neck and into the niche between her breast, licking with all of my might. She put two hands on the back of my neck and began to grind down onto my hips.

I moaned now, grinding upward and placing to hands on her ass, wanting nothing more than to rip her slacks away, to take her right here.

“God…I want you…” she moaned and I smiled into her neck, planting a trail of happy kisses up until our mouths connected again. I moved for the buttons of her blouse, my need undeniable now, our hips still rocking into each other. I braced myself against the back of the bus, starting with the first button, shaking trying to undo it. Spencer sucked earnestly at my neck, her nails raking into my back through my t-shirt.

“Spence…” I whined, unable to unbutton the shirt and she laughed, but never ceased her kissing. She pulled a hand to the shirt and just as she undid the button, the bus came to hault.

Spencer flew backwards, hitting her head on the floor. Her face went red with shock and I leapt up, supporting her head with my hands. Her eyes flew open and I looked into them for any sign of pain, but they were normal. Spencer was smiling. “Figures…” she whispered.

“Okay you two we’re here, but I’m not moving til’ I know you’re presentable,” Pete yelled from the front and I cracked up. I helped Spencer stand, wiping specks of dirt from her blouse.

“We’re good Pete,” I shouted and he stood, turning toward us with a hand covering his eyes. “Really Pete!” I said through cackles and he only cracked his fingers some. I placed a hand on Spencer’s back to keep from falling over.

“C’mon Pete,” Spencer added, pulling her hair back into a ponytail. As she did so, Pete removed his hand, but with one look at Spencer he pushed the door open and ran off the bus.

“Goddamnit!” we heard him yell from outside.

“What was that all about?” Spencer said turning to me, and I stifled a laugh.

“Uh…Spence…you might want to button that,” I said pointing toward her shirt where her breasts protruded rather attractively, soft, tan mounds accentuated by a black lacy push up bra. She quickly buttoned it, her face the color of a beet.

“C’mon, “ I said gripping her elbow. “ I think you might have scarred him for life.”