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Wheels of Glory
Well I’ve been lurking b3ta for many years, but I decided to post for once as this seemed like a topic that is relevant.

~~~~~~~ *Wavy Lines* ~~~~~~~~

I got to that age that all guys do where seeing Wendy Sue and her high-beam bongo’s bursting out of her uniform made me feel like I had to either get my little fella wet or I was going to explode with hormones all over the school playground.

I figured if I could get myself some wheels I’m literally guaranteed to be swimming in so much poon that I wouldn’t know where to stick it. I knew I couldn’t drive till I was 17, so I started saving I jumped the train to school and skipped lunch every day to save up all the money I could to buy myself something.

~~~~~ *Skip ahead a few years and many failed attempts to play the hairy harmonica* ~~~~~

I’d just turned 17 and was weeks away from getting a driving licence with a nice wad of cash saved up for the minge magnet that I’d dreamed of driving for so long.

I had been planning to buy something with a bit of street cred like a golf, basically anything that would make the aforementioned Wendy Sue drop her nacks quicker than you can say hullabaloo.

Then I saw it! I was on the way home from college (now taking the bus, but still managing to not pay full fare) when out the window I saw her! She was beautiful! It was a navy blue with white leather seats, chrome bumpers, a V6 Triumph Spitfire with a for sale sign on the windscreen.

Now let me stop there to explain something, this wasn’t the 60’s or 70’s, this was actually the late 90’s. You see my father was always into classic cars, and when I was younger I had worked on restoring a number of old bangers with him to full health, and he had instilled in me the idea that no matter how big a rustbucket it is, if it was a sporty convertible, then the bitches would come running.

I had to have it!! I jumped off the bus early and ran to the bank (well it was half skipping half running I had a tendency to be a bit camp sometimes), then I got out more cash then I had ever held in my hands in my life, clutching onto it like it was integral to my survival I skip-ran to the house where it was and gave him every penny without even giving the car a once over.

He said something that was probably important, but my brain drowned it out because it was way too busy thinking about how much space there would be to get Wendy Sue aligned in the back seat so that my head wouldn’t hit the window. I knew that if there was anything minor wrong with it I could fix it with my superior fix-it skills.

I didn’t care if it was illegal, I was gonna drive it home, maybe even swing by Wendy Sue’s house and beep the horn just to see if it really would knock the pants off her!

I hopped in, revved it up, drove 20 seconds down the road and smashed into a brand new beamer at about 45 mph.

.....Fuck!
(Fri 22nd May 2009, 16:54, More)

» Buses

The Bus Stop
Lisa and the bus..

It was a cold day in may, one of those days where the wind whips up and makes it feel like the temperature is much colder than it actually is.

Standing at the ubiquitous bus stop at the end of the road as I did every morning on my way to school, I happened to notice her, today more than any other day. I noticed her. I don't know what was different today, maybe it was the weather, maybe I was just feeling more lonely than usual, all that matters was that I noticed her.

She had strawberry red lipstick an old worn schoolbag balanced in that slightly messy but cool look that only schoolkids can get away with. She wore the uniform well, the blazer was tidy but not buttoned up, well fitted white shirt that seamed to shine even in the dull morning shade. She had the school tie of course tied backwards as most of the cool kids did to 'rebel against the system'. Then there was the skirt, pleated and short enough that the wind would gently flick it up every now and then, it would give you a slight glint of the cute white panties nestled snugly underneath. It was just a millisecond in time, but I was transfixed for what felt like hours.

Every day had been like this for the last few months, we had been going to the same bus stop, taking the same bus and going to the same school, but the words we had shared were nothing more than the odd passing comment, “bus is late again”, “are you ready for that math test?” the usual boring muck. I didn't really know what else to say, every second that passed was like an infinity in my mind, my repertoire contained a thousand words of praise for her beauty, but my mouth would speak of none, I couldn't help it, I had always been shy, I got bullied a lot when I was younger and she was one of the cool kids, it just wasn't socially accepted. I was afraid of the rejection and what it would mean.

8:20 am, the bus is late again, so I look up at her for that moment of connection and understanding where I look at my watch look at her and then shrug hoping for her to return a smile, a gesture a word of agreement, anything will do, but nothing....

She starts to shiver from the cold, no tights today I notice, my mind wanders for a moment to imagine what those tights get to see and do, it thinks of what her bedroom looks like and her underwear draw stuffed with numerous fancies with ribbons and flowers.

I look at the time again, 8:30 am, where the fuck is the bus? 20 minutes late! Its not been this late before, we're already late for school and I'm running out of “the bus was late” excuses. I had actually used most of them up by failing to make it out of bed on time and was starting to regret it.

It's cold, I'm late, and I'm horny, maybe I should just go home, have a loner wank and say that I'm sick. It would save me from....then out of no-where I hear it.....”maybe we should walk?”

She spoke to me. She actually spoke to me. She started up a conversation. She wanted to walk with me to school!

Wait Panda, play it cool, don't so your usual almost girlish shriek yes, just be casual!

So I turn around and look up at her face, her fringe is now blowing across her face, slightly masking her chestnut eyes, her lips are chapped from the wind, but it was definitely those lips that spoke.

I look down and reach for her hand, and then something happens, something I wasn't planning, somehow in the space of a millisecond I had turned into the brave stupid douchebag type that are ten a penny at school. I had moved in for a kiss, I don't know how, I don't know why I wasn't thinking, I just did it!

She stepped back, looked slowly up at me and said “Mr Jennings, stop it you're a dirty fucking paedo, and yes I'm ready for your fucking maths test already so stop asking me every week!!”
(Wed 1st Jul 2009, 23:07, More)