Chapter 1

Hilly Foster wasn't very tall and she still had the spotty complexion of an adolescent. Her soft brown eyes were large for her face and her long brown hair often needed to be brushed out. While her bright smile and bubbly personality often made most people think she was younger than she actually was, she had the firm breasts and full hips of a woman. But she wasn't a woman. Not yet anyway.

She loved the attention she got when she sang, so she auditioned and won a place in the school choir. The choir spanned all ages, giving her the chance to tease the older boys. She had discovered her charms worked even better with them than the skittish boys her own age. She would tell them risqué jokes she'd learned from her two older brothers and made sure to smile to encourage their attention.

It was all in fun, she told herself. Their kisses were exciting and when she allowed them to touch her breasts it made her knees weak. She never had to worry about it going further than she wanted. Her brothers had taught her to fight young, and ten years of martial arts training allowed her to protect herself. But she still didn't really understand her power over men.

Health class had described their emerging sexuality in a general sense, but it never really explain why the boys seemed to be so interested in what was going on in her panties. She could have told them it was usually something gross and sometimes a little smelly, but she didn't want to discourage them. She loved the attention too much.

"Are you going on the choir trip?" Hilly asked Ben Meyer. Her real name was Hillary, but when she was born her older brother couldn't say it and his nickname for her stuck.

Ben was old enough that he needed to shave most days and she'd noticed that he bathed more often than most of the boys. Hilly liked the way he looked in his torn jeans and tight t-shirt. But it was his smile and sweet eyes that really took her breath away.

"Yeah," he said as he leaned closer to look down her shirt.

She pushed him away with a sigh. "Knock it off."

"Why?" he grinned as he leaned closer again, his bangs falling into his face. "You got a nice pair. It's like a compliment."

"If you want to compliment me, tell me I'm pretty or I sing nice. Looking down my shirt just tells me you're a creep."

"Well, if you were taller than waist high or buttoned up your shirt more I might not get so distracted."

"Never mind." Hilly turned and walked away, smiling because she knew he would follow and apologize. Three, two, one...

"Hilly wait, I'm sorry." He said. "You do sing great. And I even think you're pretty, in a kid sister sort of way. When we go on the trip you wanna hang out with me on the bus?"

She stopped to look him over as if considering what she would say. She already knew, of course. He was the best kisser in choir she'd found so far. He didn't try to stick his tongue down her throat or twist her boobs like radio knobs.

One time, late at night, she put her fingers down into the furry nest inside her cotton panties and thought about him kissing her boobs. It didn't take very long to give herself what she needed to go to sleep that night.

"I guess," she said, like it didn't matter one way or the other.

They would leave on Friday to travel to a hotel near an amusement park about four hours away. The choir was scheduled to sing at the park three times on Saturday, then stay overnight again to return home on Sunday. There were forty kids in the choir and ten adult chaperones going, which the director thought was adequate to avoid shenanigans. Unfortunately for him, he underestimated the power of their raging hormones.

When Friday morning arrived, Hilly dragged a garment bag with her formal dress and a duffel with the rest of her clothes to the hired coach. She had dressed in tight sweat pants and a loose fitting choir t-shirt and put her hair in a loose tail.

Spying Ben at the back when she got on the bus, she stopped to chat with a half-dozen friends while he practically bounced in his seat to catch her attention. She knew it was torturing him, but enjoyed the anticipation of his undivided attention for the long bus ride.

"Hilly! Back here!" Ben called when she finally looked his way.

"Thanks for saving me a seat," she said as he got out to let her have the window seat.

"I got us some snacks and stuff," he said, showing her the bag of goodies like he was presenting her with treasure. He had gotten her some of her favorites, so she graced him with a grateful smile.

"That's cool," she said. "Do you know what movie they're going to show?"

The coach had two seats on each side of the aisle with drop down video screens every few seats to watch DVDs on the road. Their seats were in the last row next to the bathroom so it didn't have anyone on the other side of the aisle.

Hilly quickly figured out that Ben was hoping to give her a little private attention. She felt a tingle in her panties at the idea, but didn't let on she knew what he was up to.

She stood to chat with Madison in the seat in front of them, giving Ben a nice view of her ass in the tight sweats. Madison was her best friend and roomie for the trip. They had been friends forever and shared everything.

As soon as the coach was full, the director grabbed the microphone to explain some last minute changes before they pulled away from the school. When she sat, Hilly moved the armrest that separated their seats so she could lean against Ben's arm.

Hilly settled in to watch the boring action movie while Ben shifted nervously in his seat. She watched him struggle with himself before reaching over to take her hand. When she didn't pull away, he grinned over for a second before returning his attention to the movie.

Since her their hands were on her leg, she felt his fingers shifting to touch her sweat pants. She didn't acknowledge it, but she did move her knees slightly further apart. She had to tighten her lips to keep from smiling when his finger began to draw circles on her thigh.

He was touching about halfway between her hip and knee as the gentle motion caused her body to respond. Or maybe it was just discharge. She had no way of knowing without checking, but she decided she liked him touching her in either case.

When she finally sighed and nestled into his arm, he leaned closer until she could put her head on his shoulder. Then She noticed him shifting around in his seat.

"You okay?" she whispered as he squirmed.

"Uh..." When his face turned red she realized what he was doing.

"Are you getting a boner holding my hand?" she giggled into his ear.

He shut his eyes for a moment, like he was contemplating jumping off the bus, then let go of her hand. He looked around to see if anyone was coming up the aisle, then used his right hand to pull his jeans away and stuffed his left hand down into his pants.

"Sorry. It really hurts if I don't straighten it out."

When his left hand came out, she noticed his fingertips were wet.

"Did you pee or something?" she whispered in his ear and pointed to his wet fingers. She hadn't meant to ask like that, but the shock of seeing it forced the question out.

Now he looked like he wanted to crawl under the bus wheels while it was moving. "It gets wet when I get horny."

Before he could wipe the moisture on his jeans, Hilly grabbed his hand and pulled it over to inspect it. She touched the liquid and frowned, then noticed it made little strings when she pulled her finger away. "Oh."

"Oh what?" he whispered, watching her with a thin line of perspiration above his lips.

"It's like mine, that's all." She wiped her fingers off on his thigh and let go of his hand.

"What do you mean it's like yours?" he asked, suddenly serious and interested.

She glanced around, then pulled her sweats away and slipped her hand into her panties. Definitely not discharge, she thought as she felt the slippery heat he had brought out in her. When she pulled out her hand, she showed him her own damp fingers. "See?"

He looked at her fingers with wide eyes, then gripped her hand. Staring at the glistening fingertips, he brought them to his nose first, then extended his pink tongue to lick the first one clean.

The sight of him tasting her caused her core muscles to clench hard enough to make her gasp. Then he shut his eyes and licked the next one. One by one he licked her fingers off until she was panting with a kind of desire she'd never felt before.

She put her hands on both sides of his face and pulled him in for a kiss. Tasting herself on his lips made her horny enough to open herself to his tongue. After a few moments, the kisses slowed until he was panting against her neck.

"I've never been this hard in my life," Ben whispered against her damp skin, his hands gripping the sleeves of her t-shirt.

Hilly was confused and horny. She rarely lost control of herself like this. The fantasy of his mouth on her breasts had been replaced with a new dream of him tasting her source. She knew her little bud was hot and swollen, craving the touch of his fingers and lips and tongue.