Bus Memories

Bus Memories

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About twelve years have passed since this incident. At the time, I was a high school student. Because my grades
were quite good, I was admitted to the key high school in our county. Getting into a key high school was a good thing, but it
meant being far from home. Back then, bus transportation wasn't as developed as it is now. There was only one bus a day from my home to the county town.
Although I usually lived at school, I still habitually went home on holidays. A journey from home to school
took about three and a half hours, and this incident happened on one of those many three-hour journeys.

That day was the registration day for the new school year. As usual, I got up early and went to the station to wait for the only bus. The bus
was very punctual, arriving at 6:40, so I boarded with my backpack. September is still quite
warm . I was wearing a white shirt (which high school students used to wear in the summer)
and a pair of athletic shorts.

The bus was quite empty, so I found a seat in the back near the window. Since there weren't many people, I just
casually on the seat next to me. At 6:50, the bus started on time, and there were still about a dozen
empty seats. After about fifteen minutes, we arrived at our next town. Perhaps because that town had a
nickname "Top Scholar Town," there were many parents accompanying their children to catch the bus. They were clearly going to the same destination as me, but
they were new students registering, while I was an old-timer, haha. So the empty seats in the front were quickly occupied by those strong parents
. I saw rows of heads stretching out in front of me. Finally, everyone got on.

Luckily, there was still room for my backpack. The bus started moving again. "Wait a minute, open the door," a clear
voice reached my ears. I stuck my head out of the window and only saw long hair; it must be a girl. The door
opened again, and she got on. Since the front seats were all taken, she slowly walked to the back. My
eyesight isn't very good, so I couldn't see her face clearly, but I was still a little excited. I don't know when it started,
but I always hope that the person sitting next to me on a bus is a girl. She continued walking and finally stopped in front of me:
"Could you hold your bag? There are no seats available."

At this point, I could see her face clearly. She was definitely a beauty, with long eyelashes and eyes as
clear as mountain springs. I quickly said, "Okay, I'll hold it. You can sit down." I picked up my bag, and she sat
down . I pretended to be serious and moved over a bit. She smiled at me: "Thank you. It's still a two-hour journey,
so I'll have to trouble you to hold the bag." I laughed: "It's okay, it's not heavy. If I let my bag sit,
I'd have to carry you, haha."

She glared at me: "You're joking." But I could clearly tell that the glare wasn't the
kind of angry stare. After we settled down, the bus continued on its way, and I couldn't think of anything to talk to her about. So
we all sat quietly, only occasionally touching her with my arm when the car turned a corner. She didn't flinch,
thinking it was just inertia.

After about half an hour, more people got on and off the bus, and we remained quietly
seated . Suddenly, the bus made a sharp turn, and she was thrown towards me by the strong inertia. I was momentarily stunned, then
immediately realized there might be something ahead; all my reactions happened in a split second. I instinctively grabbed her,
though at that moment my intentions were more good than groping; I was afraid she'd hit the window. Then I heard the driver
yelling , "Whose child is this? If you don't watch your child, you'll get hit by a car!" The car had stabilized after he finished speaking,
and she was still in my arms; the feeling was truly fulfilling. She looked up at me and said, "Aren't you going to let go?"

There was even a hint of shyness in her voice. I quickly let go, saying, "I'm sorry, I was just afraid you'd hit
the window ; that was my instinct." I even emphasized my "instinctive reaction." She said,
"I'm not blaming you, you're a good person, thank you." Sigh, trying to take advantage of the situation while pretending to be a good person, it's really
tough for a high school student like me. But then again, because of my family background, I'm quite precocious, so
people often assume I'm five or six years older than I actually am. After this little incident, we started talking more.
Anyway, it's a long road ahead, and having a handsome guy to chat with is something she'd be happy about. We got closer and closer,
and to avoid being overheard, she practically spoke right next to me. During our conversation,
I learned that she was a third-year student at a nursing school.

She was probably a year older than me. I said, "No wonder you were wearing a white dress, you really are a
nurse!" She seemed to enjoy being called a nurse, smiling and saying, "I'm still a prospective nurse,
I won't be officially promoted until a year later." By this time, I had stopped pretending to be proper and took every opportunity to move closer to her.
She wasn't stupid; she knew my motives, but she didn't shy away. Just like I thought: if a
girl dares to keep within ten centimeters of you, then you can basically do whatever you want. She
suddenly said to me, "Let's switch seats. I want to see the view outside the window."

Of course, I agreed. If she sat on the aisle side, I could only think about it, but sitting by the window was
different. Hehe, don't blame me for not telling you, when there's a girl next to you, you must find a way to get her to sit by
the window. Now, it was a standard man on the left, woman on the right. And when we switched seats, my already unruly
little brother accidentally bumped against her skirt. She flinched, but didn't say anything.

After we switched seats, I casually put my arm on the back of the seat, and she was naturally half-embraced by me
.

"There's something that popped into my head the moment you got on the train," she said. "What is it?" she asked, looking puzzled.
"You're so pretty, I wish you could sit next to me," she teased me, leaning closer
so I could completely embrace her. "Is this close enough, you little pervert?" I whispered in her ear. "It
's close enough, but I don't know why, being too close makes this little pervert
slowly turn into a big pervert."

I breathed into her ear as I spoke. She immediately understood what I meant, glancing out of the corner of her eye
at the direction where I had just lifted her skirt, but said nothing. I caught her glance,
and my boldness grew. My right hand, which was originally on her shoulder, now, under the guise of stretching, smoothly...
My hand slid down 10 centimeters, and she immediately sensed what I was about to do. Her right hand instinctively
tightened . I wasn't in a hurry and continued to breathe into her ear: "I never thought I'd meet you, that we'd have such a beautiful
journey. Thank you."

Meanwhile, my hand continued to probe forward. Soon, I realized her movement was more effective than anything else, and I easily
reached the place I wanted to visit. Writing about it now is easy, but actually, my nervousness back then far exceeded what I felt
later when I took the college entrance exam. So many years have passed, I can't remember the feel of that hand anymore, but it was definitely not small; I
couldn't hold it in one hand. I looked at her again and found her eyes closed, pretending to be asleep.

Due to nervousness, my body was stiff, and my hand remained motionless on that slope
for about seven or eight minutes. She seemed dissatisfied and squirmed slightly in my arms. Although I had a lot of...

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