We stand up quickly and stumble our way to the tiny bathroom directly across from us.  I vaguely hear one of the girls shout, “NO, no, no!  I have to pee!” before we slam the door closed and fumble with the sliding lock.  The bathroom is about the size of an airplane bathroom so maneuverability is nil.  Carter’s body is pressed up against my back and he begins kissing and sucking on the back of my neck as I try in vain to get the stupid lock to slide closed.

“I can’t get the fucking door to lock!” I complain through moans of pleasure as he brings his hands around my waist and slides them up my body until they cup both of my breasts.

“Fuck it.  I think it locks automatically anyway.  That slide thing is just for the little sign on the outside that switches to 'occupied' or some shit.  Everyone already knows we’re in here,” Carter says as he starts massaging my breasts.

We turn as one so I can rest my hands on the edge of the sink and Carter can lift my skirt.  A quick breaking of the bus makes me jerk forward and slam my shoulder into the wall above the sink.

“Son of a bitch!” I yell.  “This is going to be dangerous.”

I giggle as Carter slides his hands back down my sides and grazes over a particularly ticklish spot.

“You’re not supposed to be laughing.  This is supposed to be awesome and hot,” he states as his hands slide down my thighs and then immediately back up, pushing my skirt up to my hips as he went.

“Oh believe me, it’s totally hot,” I say with another giggle as the bus takes off and we fall backwards.  Carter falls on top of the toilet, and I landed on his lap with an “oooomph”.

“Okay, this might not have been one of our best ideas,” I say with a laugh as I try to get up but the bus takes a curve and we both crash our shoulders into the wall on the left right beneath the little bathroom window.

“Dammit!  We WILL have sex in this thing if it kills us,” Carter states as he pushes me off of his lap and stands back up behind me.

“Carter, I think this IS going to kill us.  My dad is going to have to tell his friends that his daughter died in a limo bus bathroom with her skirt up around her hips.  That is not okay!”

The bus straightens and maintains a steady, non-deadly speed and a quick glance out of the window shows us that we were on a long stretch of highway.

“Are you sure no one can see us in here?” I ask in a panic as I feel Carter’s hands slide up the back of my thighs and then pull my underwear down a few inches.

I hear his zipper open and fabric rustling and before I can think of any other reasons why this isn’t such a great idea, one of his hands slide around to the front, between my legs, and his fingers slide through my wetness.  I had been aching with need for him since he first put his hand on my bare thigh in the car earlier.  Having him touch me like this, for the first time in a week, makes me throw all rationale out the window - where I am pretty certain no one could see us.

“No one can see us,” he whispers against my neck, practically reading my mind as two of his fingers plunge inside of me, and he slides his smooth, hardness between the cheeks of my ass.  “The window in here is made of special glass.  When you shut the door, it hits a trigger so we can see out, but no one can see in.  Jim told me about it earlier.”

He continues to slide his fingers in and out of me in a slow, tortuous fashion and like he wasn’t just talking about the sexual safety features on the bus.

“Holy hell,” I moan as he pulls his two fingers up to circle my clit.

I think I hear horns honking and shouts coming from outside but at that point I don’t really care if we are stopped in a rest area and people are eating popcorn while staring in the window.

“Fuck, I need you,” I tell him as I let go of the sink with one hand and reach back to grab onto his hip and pull him harder against me.  “You should TOTALLY give me ‘nother baby,” I murmur drunkenly.

Carter laughs as he pulls a condom out of the back pocket of his jeans and rips open the foil with his teeth.

“I’m pretty sure you don’t really mean that,” he says as I feel his hands graze my ass while he sheathes himself.

“Who cares if I mean it?  The wine and vodka mean it.  And they are ALWAYS serious.  Give me your seeeeeeed.”

I snort and blink my eyes a few times to get the room to stop spinning.

Carter places both of his hands on my hips and I feel the tip of his penis at my opening.  I let out a loud moan and Carter quickly reaches up and puts his hand over my mouth with a laugh.

“Not so loud, baby.  Everyone will hear you.”

I pull Carter’s hand off of my mouth long enough to spout even more nonsense as he slowly pushes himself inside me.

“You should stick it in my ass.”

“I am not going to stick it in your ass,” Carter says with a muted groan as he moves a little deeper.

“Come on, you know you want to stick it in my ass,” I goad him loudly.

His hand comes back up to cover my mouth and my laughter turns into a pleasure-filled whimper as he pushes all the way inside me and holds himself still.

“You should know that as a guy, I am pre-programmed to always want to stick it in your ass.  I hope tomorrow you will appreciate my self control,” Carter explains as he slowly starts moving inside me.

“If you knock on my backdoor right now, I will totally let you in,” I giggle.

Carter stops again and takes a couple of deep calming breaths.

“Careful back there, though, there’s a rickety step.  Don’t fall in my backdoor.”

Carter tries not to laugh as he begins thrusting harder, forcing my hips to bump against the edge of the sink.  Thoughts of sperm and the porch by my backdoor flow out of my mind.

 “Fuck, why did you have to start talking about sticking it in your ass?  I’m not going to be able to last long,” he complains as he tries to slow down.

“Just shut up and keep going.  I’m too drunk to care right now, and you should appreciate that shit!” I yell around his hand that's still held against my mouth.

The faint sounds of horns honking still make their way into my brain as he curses and moves faster against me, his orgasm barreling through him like a freight train.

His hand drops from my mouth and he braces his arms on either side of mine on the edge of the sink as he buries his head in the side of my neck.  He comes with a muffled shout and I grip the sink tighter so we won’t topple over.

We stood there breathing heavy for a few minutes before he pulls himself out of me and we right our clothes.  He gives me a quick kiss and promises me five of my very own orgasms in repayment before we open the door and walk out into the aisle of the bus.

All of our friends are standing there cheering and clapping, and it was then that we noticed the bus was stopped and a police officer was standing behind them with his arms crossed in front of him.

 

“Oh my God, we got arrested?” I ask Carter.

Why the fuck don’t I remember going to jail?  Was I somebody’s bitch now?

“No,” he laughs.  “We just got a ticket for indecent exposure.  Turns out Jim didn’t explain the bathroom door situation clearly.  That little lever you were trying to slide over?  THAT’S what blacks out the window so no one can see in.  Oops.”

Drew starts laughing and I noticed that he inches close enough to me so he can put his ear right next to mine and hear Carter’s end of the conversation   I shove him away when I realize that’s what he was doing.