The bus was packed. Stella had no choice but to sit on her stepfather’s lap for the long journey home. They managed to get seats at the very back where it was darker and no one was paying attention to them. At 19, Stella was aware of how her body had changed, and she could feel how her short skirt rode up her thighs as she settled onto him.
The moment she sat down, she felt it — the growing hardness of his c**k pressing against her ass through his trousers. She froze for a second, but instead of moving away, she shifted slightly, letting her weight press down on him more deliberately.
Victor’s hand rested on her hip, gripping a little tighter than necessary. “You okay, Stella?” he asked quietly, his voice low near her ear.
She nodded, biting her lip. The feel of his growing erection was
