Graduates' Trip (1)

In this small series I will recount some of the experiences I lived through on my graduation trip, about a couple of years ago. The identity of the characters will obviously be reserved for logical reasons of privacy, so I will use fictional names. All characters are over 18 years old. I hope you like it, appreciate support and accept suggestions! It's 7 am, with all the nerves and expectations I find myself getting on one of the three micros that depart from my school towards the city of San Carlos de Bariloche along with my sequence companion Manuel. Quickly we spot our spot for the long journey ahead: the back seats, where we hope to set up our drinks and maybe a few joints to make the situation more bearable. Along with us come other friends and Mayra, a brunette at 1.60, thin, with small breasts but lovely shape, beautiful buttocks well-fleshed and a beautiful face with lips capable of driving any heterosexual man crazy. To contextualize the situation, Mayra is one of those typical high school friends I always had a good vibe with, a very affectionate and physical relationship with many hugs, kisses, and teenage hormonal things, but for some strange reason never been with her before, so this trip could be a golden opportunity to fulfill that desire that had been years in the making. Instantly after we settled into our seats, Manuel at the window and I in the aisle chatting also with Mayra who was seated on the other side of the micro from me but facing the aisle, thinking that from that moment everything would be rosy, I lifted my head and reality hit me like a cold splash of water: right in front of me were walking the last two people I would have wanted to have near me: Julieta, a girl with whom I had been recently and who still drove me crazy, and her boyfriend, with whom I had Cut off just at the time she left with me and had returned the previous week to this trip. Like they were doing it on purpose, they positioned themselves in front of us, so I not only had to put up with sharing a microbus with that energy vampire who was blaming me for his toxic relationship but also had to see how the beautiful girl who had been driving me crazy for some time let herself be manhandled in the microbus by that son of a slut. At the moment when my anger began to take hold, like an angelic savior Mayra invented some excuse to ask her friend to switch seats with me, so after rolling a joint I got up and moved to the seat next to my savior, with Manuel's complicity who was also interested in Mayra's friend, so there was no problem with the exchange. Besides, with a 20-hour trip ahead of us, it was to be expected that there would be changes in seating and movement on the microbus. Already seated together, Mayra started telling me nonsense about her outfits for different nights, to which I replied that some of them should model them, to help her choose what to wear (wink wink). She always laughed at my double entendres, but never went beyond that laugh. However, on this occasion she came up close and whispered in my ear that she had prepared a costume for one night but it couldn't be used at any party. Surprised, I told her I was eagerly looking forward to seeing that damn costume and after the chat opened my arm to offer her to lie down on me, without first programming a joint Spotify session with her (it allows you to listen to the same music simultaneously with other accounts) and playing some Arctic Monkeys and The Neighborhood tracks, her favorite bands. After being lying down for a while, making fun of each other's hair, which was very normal between us, I felt like my stomach was slowly moving May's hand that was resting on it to start moving downwards under my shirt and threatening to go down. toward my pants. All the light movements she made, added to the heat I had generated by imagining her in the costume I had named before, made my erection uncontrollable, so despite being dressed in a jean Bermuda shorts, my hard cock was impossible to hide, so I just hoped she wouldn't mind and that her intentions in doing those things weren't innocent, not to offend her and ruin the moment. However, it seemed like it didn't matter to her, as she not only continued but also grabbed a sweater and placed it in such a way that the rest of the micro could not see her hands. A few minutes later, which felt like torturous hours of heat to me, she got up, winked at me, passed her hand over my bulge, feeling all of my cock, went to the pocket where I had stored the joint before, took it out, put it in her mouth, and whispered again: it's so big, and after a silence added laughing: the joint you rolled. After this, Manuel, her friend, and some other guys from the group joined us to smoke, we made some shots and the trip passed with tranquility and laughter until night fell and we arrived at the place where we were going to eat: a kind of bowling alley in a small town, where they would give us pizza and a DJ would play music for at least an hour. When we got off the microbus, I started telling Manuel about what had happened, which he couldn't believe and retorted that he hadn't been able to have any luck with his friend. After eating, without feeling like dancing, we decided to go out to the patio of the local to smoke one, where we found a group of three very pretty girls who were looking at us and laughing. With nothing to lose, already uninhibited by the alcohol from above the microbus and the joint, we decided to approach them and invite the girls to smoke, which they appreciated and joined us. Of these three girls, I... wave especially with one, a blonde quite short with beautiful large breasts, moderately filled but no doubt very pretty and also very curvy. Let's call her Emilia. Emi told me they were from another city and traveled with another company, so we wouldn't be sharing a hotel, which I regretted for being low. She, noticing my lament, said then we would have to take advantage of that technical stop, grabbing my hand and pulling me inside the dance hall. Once inside, taking advantage of the reggaeton playing, we started dancing and she rubbed against me and leaned on her beautiful ass, then we went to a corner to kiss until we were interrupted by Manuel who told us the mic was going out. After passing him my number I said goodbye to the blonde and headed back to my seat with more heat than I left it. Once up there, I found an image that drove me crazy, Mayra was wearing one of my shirts (I always keep my club shirts in my handbag so as not to suffer painful losses) looking at me with a pout on those beautiful lips of hers, telling me she had sleep and her top wouldn't let her take off the corset to sleep. With my rats completely altered I told her it didn't matter and that she looked beautiful (it was really like that, I think we can all confirm that there are few things more lovely than seeing the girl you like wearing a shirt from your club) so she smiled at me and hit the seat for me to sit down and hug her like we had done at the beginning of the trip. After a while, embracing and looking out the window, making ourselves caresses, I decided to play it and put my hand under her sweater by the neck and slowly went down until my hand covered one of her breasts. The softness of her skin, her deeper breathing and the adrenaline of advancing for the first time with her are sensations that I will never forget. Then she got up, looked at me straight in the eyes, and after flashing a beautiful smile, brought my lips to hers, sealing our first kiss that way.