Date: Wed, 8 Sep 2010 05:27:46 -0700 (PDT)
From: jack harold <jackz101@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Adventures of Being Julie - 4

                   The Adventures of Being Julie

                         Chapter 4


                         by Hartford

                       The Four O'Clock Bus



How I got to be sitting in the four o'clock school bus wearing girl's short
shorts is a long story you don't want to hear, not up front anyways. So
I'll start from there, looking out the window as the bus pulled out of the
high school parking lot, and someone plopped down beside me. It was Jimmy.

"Hey," he said. He was out of breath.

"Hey," I said, self conscious all over again over how I was dressed.

Jimmy took a long look at my legs.

"You're wearing shorts," he said.

"Yeah, how'd you notice?"

Jimmy shrugged. He looked again.

"You had rehearsal?"

"Yeah."

Some of the guys on the track team were doing sprints while others waited
their turns. It was a cool fall afternoon. The forecast was for a warm
front moving in with periods of heavy rain but it hadn't arrived and the
guys were practicing in their purple and gold sweat suits, same as Jimmy
had on. Jimmy was the fastest guy on the team in the hundred yard dash. The
bus turned, closing out the view of the athletic fields.

"Track isn't over yet," I said.

"Saw you get on the bus, Jer, so I split. Gotta talk to you.You cold in
those shorts?"

"It's ok in here. Talk about what?"

"I met your cousin, Julie. They tell you?"

"Nope. When did you meet her?"

"Saturday. Me and Ben went at your house to get you and she was there, all
by herself. Your Mom didn't tell you?"

"No. Julie left. She went home."

Where did she live, he asked, so I told him California, which is across the
country. We never hardly saw her or her family, I said, hoping to end the
Julie subject. No such luck. It began to rain, lightly spattering the
window.

"What about her? She say anything about Ben and me."

"Nope. I didn't know you guys even came over until just now."

"She's about our age, right.?"

"Sixteen, yeah."

"She looks like you, Jer, you know that? I gotta ask you a question. What
kind of clothes does she wear?

"I don't know. Average clothes, I guess."

"Like jeans, or a dress or somethin."

"Yeah. Why?"

"Just wonderin. How about makeup. She wear a lot of it?"

"I don't know, Jimmy. I hardly know her. Why are you asking all these
questions?"

Jimmy had been sneaking glances at my smooth, white legs, looking pretty
nice in those light tan shorts, I have to say. If you didn't know I wasn't
a girl and all you saw were my legs you might think I had to be a girl,
plus a girl with neat legs. Jimmy of course was wondering about the shorts
along with with the other stuff he was wondering about, so I told him, What
it was is the school puts on a romantic comedy in the fall, just like every
spring we did a musical, and this year the comedy was "Summer Holiday". I
had a small part as a nerdy neighbor kid with some lines in the first
act. The Summer character only appears in the last scene even though play
is named after her, so I got asked by Mr. Birdsong, our director, to read
her lines that day because the girl who played Summer didn't show up for
rehearsal, which was a bad rehearsal to miss because it was our first dress
rehearsal.A couple of the girls in the play dared me to wear the shorts
part of Summer's costume, so I did for the heck of it and also because it
turned me on to wear them, naturally, and afterward the girls dared me to
keep on wearing the shorts so I did, for the heck of it and for the turn
on, though it was against the rules to take costumes out of the building.

I got one good reaction to the shorts before Jimmy showed up, which was
when I got on the bus and Sam, our black driver, gave me a once over. A
once over from a black guy! It gave me some serious shivers. Anyway, while
I was telling Jimmy the reason for wearing the shorts, his left leg brushed
my right leg. It was probably by accident, but then he brushed me again and
this time I pressed back, not hard, kind of a light press, and he didn't
draw away, just stayed like that while I talked about what happened at the
rehearsal. Around this time, the rain started coming down pretty hard.

"Gonna get wet," Jimmy said.

Then he coughed and drew his leg in and dug his hands into the pockets of
his sweat pants to keep me from noticing his bulge, which I didn't know was
like unrestrained because he had made the mistake in the locker room, if
you want to call it a mistake, of leaving on his boxer shorts. My own bulge
wasn't a problem, the shorts being so tight and all wouldn't let a bulge
ever happen..

"You really think I look like Julie?," I said.

Remember, we were near the back of the bus. The only other kids were near
the front, like seven of them. The four o'clock bus didn't take you to your
house. It was a special bus for kids who stayed after school for track or
play rehearsal or detention or what not, and it stopped at a bunch of drop
off points and you had to walk from there. For me and Jimmy it was going be
a half mile walk, which was what Jimmy was thinking about when he said we
were going to get wet. Our drop off point was the last one on the route so
there was a chance the rain would stop by the time we got there, but I
didn't bother to say that.

"Yeah, you do, you really do" Jimmy said, meaning I looked like Julie.

"Hmmmm, that's kind of interesting," I smiled.

I felt daring suddenly, like when I had decided to wear the shorts.

Jimmy nodded, face tight, brow furrowed. You could tell he was powerfully
struggling with himself. The bus stopped, letting off the last kids except
for Jimmy and me. As soon the bus got going again, the rain opened up like
a darn monsoon. You could hear it pounding the roof of the bus. Sam could
hardly see where he was driving. He crouched over the steering wheel trying
to peer through the window, We slowed to about five miles an hour, it
seemed.

"I bet I could even talk like her. I tried practicing it, because when
you're in the same family you can have like similar vocal chords almost, so
I tried imitating her voice. Wanna here?"

"Yeah, go ahead!"

"Mmmmm, I like boys who are good at sports," I said, softly, adjusting my
Julie voice a little higher, so it wouldn't sound exactly like her.

Jimmy laughed, excitedly, and his face got red.

"Why did you say it like that?"

"I don't know. You're good at sports, Jimmy," I said, in the same soft
voice.

Jimmy looked around, not that there was anything to see except Sam way up
front trying to keep the bus on the road.

"You wanna pretend you're Julie?," he said, kind of mumbling the words, but
I heard them.

"Mmm hmm," I smiled. "You can even call me by her name if you want, Jimmy."

Jimmy stopped trying to hide his hardon. It stood straight up in the sweat
pants.

"This gotta be a secret, Jerry. We don't tell no one, okay. No one."

I put a hand on Jimmy's leg. "You don't have to worry about that because
Jerry isn't here. Julie's here."

Jimmy stared at me. "That lipstick is too much. It's driving me nuts," he
said.

I'd forgotten the lipstick. It was pretty light, part of the makeup for my
own role in the play, not the Summer role, and I hadn't gotten rid of it. I
must have looked surprised when Jimmy mentioned the lipstick and then I was
a lot more surprised because Jimmy pulled me onto his lap and kissed
me. Right on the lips.

"Sam can see us in the mirror," I whispered.

"No he can't. He's trying to see in the rain," Jimmy whispered back. He
pulled my head to him and kissed me again. We opened our mouths and used
our tongues on each other and while we kissed I settled on Jimmy's lap and
rubbed against his hardon. His dick had no problem moving in his loose
sweat pants. I could feel it sticking up at me and pretty soon it stuck
itself right were it would fuck a boy girl if she didn't have her short
shorts on, and all the time Jimmy and me are kissing like there's no
tomorrow and the only sound you heard besides our kissing sounds was the
sound of pelting rain.

I wanted Jimmy's dick. I got my hand inside his sweat pants, inside the
boxers, and wrapped my hand around it.

We broke the kiss and looked in each other's eyes with me on his lap,
holding his pulsing dick, It was crazy to be doing it there but that was
part of the thrill, like it's always part of the thill when desire says
fuck it to caution, says fuck it to everything.

"Take your shorts off, Julie," he said.

I couldn't breathe. Quickly as I could I got the shorts unbuttoned and then
Jimmy and me both worked at pulling them down, and when they were off I
braced my hands on Jimmy's shoulders and positioned myself, leaning into
him. Jimmy took over, holding me by my hips. I felt the touches his dick
made, searching for where it wanted to go. It found it. In it went, a
little way in. I closed my eyes, I bit my lip, Jimmy let my weight do the
rest. Oh God, I thought, his whole dick is going in. I had suspected when
he said it, and he admitted to me later when we walked home from the
dropoff, that what drove Jimmy nuts hadn't been my tiny bit of lipstick,
like he said, but his desire to fuck Julie. The idea of fucking her had
bugged him ever since the blow job; fucking her was all he could think
about. That problem was was over. He was doing it to her, fantasy to
fantasy. Actually, it was me doing it, riding him on his lap, not that I
deserved the same credit as Jimmy. He supplied the important thing. The
cock is always the important thing. I was just the girl being fucked, or
the boy being fucked, take your pick. I didn't know which. The purpose of
my existence was to make him cum, and if I could do that I might earn the
same privilege for myself.

Jimmy moaned as I rode him. I realized, kind of dimly but I realized it,
that I was hearing the two of us screwing but I wasn't hearing the
rain. After that I didn't think about anything except Jimmy fucking me, and
about him cumming in me, and then he did cum. He just erupted. So
amazing. It triggered me, if you can believe it. I spurted all over his
sweatshirt.

The rain had let up but not entirely when Jimmy and I untangled and began
our trip back to earth. The bus had resumed normal speed, and it stopped
about a minute later. We were at our dropoff. I got my shorts buttoned up
just in time. We headed up the aisle, Jimmy first. Half way there, Sam
turned in the driver's seat, grinning at us. We were caught as caught can
be.

"What's so fucking funny, Sam?," Jimmy demanded, not being the best
diplomat you'd want in a crisis.

"Oh, nothin funny, Jim. Nothin funny."

Sam looked at me, and his face softened.

"Honey, you want Sam to keep what he seen to himself?"

"Yes. Yes, please Sam. We would really appreciate that," I said, using my
girl's voice without really thinking about it.

"Mmm hmm. For you, honey, for you, Sam will keep his mouth shut. Okay
sweety?

"Okay, Sam," I said, and, thinking it was an appropriate thing to do under
the circumstances, I bent and kissed his cheek.

Then Jimmy and I walked home in a warm October rain.