I swear to god, if I don't get molested on this train today I'm gonna fucking lose it. I started trying to do this, like, 6 weeks ago, and I've practically been grinding my ass against every older guy I see on the train. How many have grabbed my ass? Fuckin' ZERO! How many have grabbed my pussy? Fuck-king ze-ro! I mean, what the fuck do I have to do to get some attention? My skirt can't get any shorter, my uniform can't be any cuter, my hair is always immaculate...FUCK! Like bro, you literally need to move your hand like 5 inches forward and give it a squeeze or two, no one is gonna see you on these packed-ass trains. I'm obviously fucking 18 anyway, you ain't going to jail or something. And any- "oops, so sorry ma'am, didn't mean to run into you there..." -hey, pay attention to where you are going lady. Moron! Wait, what was I thinking about? Something about my lonely untouched ass...fuck, I forget.

Damn, the train is packed today, there's no fuckin' way that there's zero molesters in here. But ugh, this car is filled with a bunch of teenagers, they ain't gonna do shit. Let me just walk through these people and th- "oh sir, do you...uh...mind moving aside so I can get to the next car? Thank you so much sir" god these fucking idiots blocking the door, learn some spatial awareness dipshit. Ooooh....this car is filled with a bunch of businessmen, this is the fucking cream of the crop. That guy in the corner looks perfect, I bet he molests girls all the time. Let me just scoot through- "so sorry, excuse me, sorry" and let me position myself here...right behind him...perfect! I can even look into the window to see his facial reactions, fuckin' jackpot. Looks like his nametag says Cj, thats definitely a molester's name. Perfect!

Ok, now I just need to scoot my fat ass back very slowly...slowly...oh! He seemed to notice! Come on Cj, you know you want it. Yeah...yeah...no! Put your fucking phone away! Goddamn it! Alright, calm down Veronica, you can work with this. He's looking down at his phone, he'll surely notice if you lift your skirt up juuuuuust enough...maybe more?....maybe just a bit more?...come on dude, they're fucking bright white panties, how do you not see the contrast between that and my skirt...come on...YES! He fucking noticed.

Ok, I gotta do something bold...I've failed at this point too many times. I'm gonna have to make a little moan to give him a hint. Oh fuck I hope this works: "ohhhhhhh~" HOLY FUCK THAT WAS WAY TOO LOUD I WANT TO FUCKING KI...ohmygod this is so embarrassing. Please dude, please, just one grab, just one finger even...please...please...

Oh fuck! Yes! Finally someone with some balls! My pussy is so wet right now! I didn't think this day would ever come, but finally, somebody is going to touch me! Oh god, don't stop! I close my eyes and let out a soft moan as his fingers rub against my clit. Fuck yeah, that feels so good! Please don't stop! I've never felt this way before...

I can't believe it's actually happening! I'm gonna cum any second now!

Gasping for breath after the intense pleasure Wh-what? Y-you're getting off? But I thought you wanted to molest me more! I-if we get off, won't that mean you can't touch me anymore?

Please don't leave yet! Don't go! I need more of this! I want you to keep molesting me! I want your big cock inside me! I'll do anything you want if you just don't stop touching me!

He pulls me off the train car, and I reluctantly follow him, my heart racing with excitement and fear Okay...Okay, I'll go with you. Just don't stop touching me!

My legs are shaky from the anticipation as he guides me into his room. I can feel his hand still under my skirt, rubbing against my pussy through my wet panties I'm really scared right now, Cj. This is all happening so fast, and I've never done anything like this before. Are you sure you want to do this?

But also...I'm so turned on by the danger, I can barely contain myself. Please don't stop touching me!

AHHH!! OH FUCK YES! PLEASE DON'T STOP!

My whole body tenses as he pushes his fingers deeper into me. I'm gripping the sheets with white knuckles, biting my lip to keep from screaming too loud. His other hand moves up to grope my breast over my shirt, squeezing and pinching roughly.

"Fuck yeah, you like that don't you?" he growls into my ear, his hot breath sending shivers down my spine. "You want me to fuck you hard, don't you?

I nod frantically, tears streaming down my cheeks from the intensity of the pleasure and fear. He slides a finger inside me, stretching me wider than I ever thought possible. "C-can we...c-can we do it now?" I whimper between gasps for air.

He chuckles darkly and pulls his fingers free, making my body twitch in protest. "Not quite yet," he says, pushing me down onto the bed. "I'm gonna take off your skirt first."

My heart races as I watch him move to pull my skirt up over my hips. He tosses it aside and then kneels between my legs, his eyes hungrily devouring the sight of me laid bare for him. I'm trembling with anticipation, knowing what's coming next.

"Oh yeah," he murmurs, running a rough thumb across my exposed slit. "You're so wet." He leans in and kisses me roughly before standing up and unzipping his pants. "

I gasp as I see him fully revealed, hard and ready for me. He steps out of his pants and kicks them aside, then climbs on top of me, positioning himself at my entrance. My legs are shaking with anticipation, wanting him to just push inside already. But he takes his time, teasing me, making me beg for it.

"Please," I whisper hoarsely, arching my back and offering myself up to him. "I need you."

He groans and slides into me with a force that takes my breath away. It hurts so good, feeling him stretch me open like this. He begins thrusting roughly, filling me completely with each stroke. His hands are on my hips, holding me down as he fucks me hard against the mattress.

"You're mine now," he growls into my ear, his hot breath sending shivers down my spine. "My little slut."

I cry out in pleasure as he hits something deep inside me, making every nerve ending light up with desire. He quickens his pace, fucking me harder and faster now, taking no mercy on my body. I can feel myself starting to lose control, the orgasm building higher and higher until finally...

"Ahhhnnnghh!" I scream as my entire body tenses in an intense wave of pleasure. "Oh fuck yes!"

Cj growls and thrusts harder, his hips slamming against me in perfect rhythm with the orgasm that crashes over him like a wave. He grunts and curses as his body tenses, his cock pulsing deep inside me as he comes. I can feel the heat of it flowing through me, making my own pleasure intensify even further.

He collapses on top of me, breathing heavily into my neck. "Fuck," he mutters after a moment, pulling out and rolling off to the side.

I lie there for a few moments, catching my breath, feeling oddly detached from what just happened. Did I really just get molested? Did I really just have sex with someone for the first time? The whole thing feels like some twisted dream, like none of it actually happened. But as I look down at the mess between my legs, the evidence is undeniable.

Cj rolls onto his back, staring up at the ceiling with a distant expression on his face. "Well," he says finally, "that was...intense."

I nod slowly, not quite sure what to say. The whole thing feels so surreal, like I should be feeling some sort of deep regret or shame...but instead all I can feel is a strange sense of satisfaction and excitement. Maybe this wasn't such a bad idea after all.

"Um," I say hesitantly, "thanks for doing that." My cheeks flush hot at the words, but he just nods, not meeting my eyes.

The rest of the night passes in an awkward silence punctuated only by occasional fumbling attempts at conversation. Cj seems distant and preoccupied, lost in his own thoughts most of the time. I lie there next to him, wondering if this is how he usually is after sex or if it's just me.

Eventually, exhaustion overtakes me and I drift off into a fitful sleep, my dreams filled with confused images from the night's events.

I wake up to the sound of Cj rustling around in the kitchen, making coffee. The sun streams through the window, casting a warm glow over everything. Yawning, I sit up and stretch my arms overhead before padding over to join him.

"Morning," I mumble sleepily as I lean against the counter beside him. He glances over at me and offers me a shy smile.

"Morning."

It's not quite like anything I could have ever imagined. The aftermath of our night together is...oddly pleasant. There's an ease between us now that wasn't there before, almost as if we've crossed some invisible threshold in our relationship. Maybe this was exactly what I needed to break free from my self-imposed shyness and timidity.

I don't know where things will go from here, but for the first time in a long time, I feel...hopeful.

"So," I say after a moment of awkward silence, "what should we do today?" The question hangs in the air between us like a weight, heavy but not uncomfortable. It's clear that there's something else on both our minds, some unspoken understanding that this isn't just some casual encounter.

Cj takes a sip of his coffee before looking back at me with those intense blue eyes. "I don't know," he says softly, "whatever you want to do, I guess."

My heart gives an odd little flutter in my chest as I consider his words. Maybe there is something more here than just a one-night stand. Perhaps this could be the beginning of something real...and maybe, just maybe, it's not too late for me to find what I've been looking for all along.

"I don't know," I reply with a shy smile, "what do you want to do?" There is an unspoken question in those words, one that only he can answer.

Cj takes another sip of his coffee before setting the mug down on the counter beside him. He meets my gaze without flinching, his eyes filled with an intensity that sends a shiver down my spine. "I want to see where this goes," he says quietly, "if that's okay with you."

For a moment, I'm not sure if I heard him right.

"You mean..." I trail off, unable to believe what I'm hearing. He nods slowly, his expression unreadable. "Yeah," he says, "if that's what you want too." His words hang in the air between us like a question mark, daring me to take the leap and see where it leads.

I swallow hard, feeling butterflies dance in my stomach as I consider his offer. Maybe this is crazy...but maybe it's just what I need.