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FINALLY

Added 2024-07-07 22:06:53 +0000 UTC

This would be my last school bus ride before I went off to college, and my last chance to let Mr. Dryden know how I felt.

Since I lived the furthest out from Midland High, I was the first to be picked up and the last to get dropped off. This gave me plenty of time to lust after the new bus driver, who had started only a few months ago. He looked like a buff Sam Elliot and wore the tightest uniform imaginable, so much so, he didn't even bother to button the shirt up past his naval. With light grey hair and a deep, all-over tan, my god, he was so fuckin' hot.

We had just dropped of the last few kids before me, and for the next 10 minutes, I was alone with him. I searched my brain to come up with a plan, and just as we approached my stop, it hit me.

I pretended to fall asleep in my seat, so when we stopped, he'd have to come wake me. I heard him call out "Hey kid, KID", then the sound of his footsteps coming toward me.

Thinking I was out cold, He leaned in close and whispered again, "Hey kid..." Even the sound of his deep, gravely voice got me wet.

"Ok, David, now or never." I said to myself. I swallowed hard, leapt up, and met his lips with mine.

What happened next? Well, let's just say it would be another hour and a half before I made it home.

THE LAST DAY OF SCHOOL

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