Little boy on the bus

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Everyone knows how squeaky the buses are in the morning; the drivers treat them like Porsches, swaying them wildly. I grabbed the middle bar and leaned against it tightly. Suddenly, I felt a heat on the left side of my butt. It's normal to be hot on a crowded bus. But why was that small area on my butt so incredibly hot? I focused, and lo and behold, I felt something soft pressed against my butt. Calm down, could it be… calm down, calm down! I turned my head slightly and saw a man gripping the bar above my head with both hands (anyone who's ridden buses in B city knows how insane they are; the buses are huge and long, but there are very few seats. There's a vertical bar every so often, then bars above the windows, and bars on the roof. This man was gripping the bar above my head with both hands, meaning his head was directly above me, and his entire body was pressed against my back? Understand?). Better to avoid trouble than cause it. Although we're encouraged to speak out against harassment these days, I held back and moved forward a bit. After a while, I felt the heat again, and I couldn't take it anymore. I turned my face a little more, ready to give this person a fierce glare first. But when I turned my head, I saw... snow-white skin that looked like it could be broken with a touch (I just love fair skin, regardless of gender), innocent little eyes, long and drooping eyelashes (because of my height, I can only look up from below), and pink, pouty little lips. Could this be the legendary cute boy?! 80 points, I guess. But why the mustache? It detracts a lot from his clean-cut little face. (I've seen quite a few good-looking middle and high school boys on the bus with mustaches, I'm so embarrassed, don't their parents know how to groom them?) My anger was suppressed by that fleeting glimpse. Who told me to be an outsider with a love for the city, while he was a handsome young boy? Sigh, what can you expect when real beauties are chauffeured around, or at least take a taxi to work? This poor boy has never seen the world.
I remember reading a book or a post on Tianya (a Chinese online forum) where a handsome guy wrote: "When I was in high school, I saw a pretty girl on the bus, and somehow I ended up next to her. I pressed my ** against her butt, and just like that, with the swaying of the bus… I'm not good at writing erotic stories, and I don't remember the exact words. When we got off, the girl looked back at me, but didn't say anything and just got off. To this day, I'm still very grateful to that girl; she didn't yell at me or slap me. She just stood there, and it made me feel how beautiful and warm women are…" Perhaps I should also be such a fearless woman, giving a young boy (who looks young, he's carrying a laptop bag instead of a schoolbag, maybe he's a salesman) a subtle form of *education*?
So I endured it, and the little boy just stayed close to me. Everyone knows there are yellow seats on buses designated for the elderly. An old man was sitting right across from me and the boy. When I looked out the window, I noticed him staring intently at the spot where the boy was pressed against me. The old man was a seasoned veteran; he knew exactly what the boy was up to. So I moved forward a little more. I was willing to sacrifice myself for the boy, but I couldn't let the old man have any ideas. The boy pressed forward again. This bar was originally shared with another girl; I'd already pushed her to the window bar.
I turned and glared at the boy, wanting to tell him it wasn't that I didn't want to, but that someone was watching a live show. At that moment, the bus was waiting at a red light. The boy, flustered by my glare, said to the person next to him, "Ugh, the buses are so crowded this morning. There's a traffic jam ahead..." Then my stop arrived. Before getting off, I looked up and gave the boy a fierce look. After being harassed for almost half an hour, I had to see his whole face. Aside from the beard, he was a bit thin, but not bad-looking. The boy lowered his head shyly, and I smiled: "Little cutie, hurry up and find a girlfriend!"
Encountering a pervert on the bus is unfortunate, but the silver lining is that the one harassing you is a handsome guy. But since you're a handsome guy, why do you need to resort to such lewd behavior to satisfy your needs? I don't understand. At the same time, while writing this post, I dare say many girls are still naively thinking they've never been harassed.
I remember when I was a junior in college, I was also on a crowded bus. I felt hot, and I felt something hard pressing against me. At the time, I naively thought it was the corner of someone's bag (at that time, I hadn't yet had sex with the only man in my life—my husband, Quan Quan, so I don't know what was going on). Then I felt my back being pressed against me, like a koala was lying on my back. At the time, I just thought, "Wow, it's so heavy!" After four or five stops, the person behind me moved off my back, walked in front of me, and got off the bus. At the time, I thought it was strange that this handsome guy kept staring at me, even after I got off the bus he kept looking back at it. Now I realize I was harassed by him for four or five stops…!!
I'm so…
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