The Fucking Public Bus Threesome

My worst fears were confirmed as I rounded the corner and saw Mary sitting on the settee with a cup of tea in her hand.

“Look, mom, I’m sorry. I can explain,” I blurted out, fearing the worse, then I looked at Mary, and she was frantically shaking her head.

“Oh, Randal, what have you done this time? What do you need to explain?” Mom said with an increasingly angry face forming.

Looking at Mary, she mouthed No! her eyes wide open to me.

“Sorry, mom, I thought the school had rung you,” I lied.

“Why would the school ring me, Randal? You didn’t get into a fight, or something, did you?” Mom snapped, clearly angry at me now, even though she didn’t know why.

“No, nothing like that, Jeez, mom, I failed a snap quiz today in science. That’s all. I thought they may have called you,” I said quickly, making something up.

‘Oh Randal, how on earth did you fail a quiz science is your favourite subject. Well, we can discuss that later. I want you to go over to Mrs Robert’s house with her and help her put some boxes in the attic. She doesn’t feel safe on the attic ladder carrying a box.” Mom said, calming down a little.

“Umm yeah, sure, mom. Mary, do you need my help right now?”

Mom didn’t give Mary a chance to answer.

“Yes, Randal, right now. And while you’re there, you will do any other work Mrs Roberts finds for you as punishment for failing your test. Clearly, father and I are giving you too much free time when you should be studying, so you will help Mrs Roberts out with her chores, and I will find some here for you as well,” Mom barked at me.

I walked next door to Mary. Neither of us spoke, but The Fucking Public Bus Threesome.

“Just what the hell do you think you were up to last night? Spying on what was meant to be a very private moment between my husband and myself. You are lucky I didn’t call the police.” Mary yelled at me.

“Your right. I’m really sorry, Mary. I should never have done that last night. I just couldn’t help it!”

“Why couldn’t you help it, Randal? No one forced you to be a pervert and spy on us? I think we are living next door to a pervert. That’s what I think.”

“Please, Mary, it wasn’t like that at all.”

“We’ll explain what it was like then, mister because right now, all I see is a teenage pervert standing in front of me.”

“No, please let me explain. It’s not all my fault. I was walking Milo, and when we came home, I heard your voice from our backyard. I heard you making sounds like you might be hurt. So I looked over the fence, and then I heard you tell Brad not to cum because you were so close. And I realized you were having sex. Curiosity got the better of me. I have never seen a woman naked before. And you are the most perfect woman I have ever seen. So I just wanted a quick look, maybe just your boobs or something,” I said, pleading my case to justify my behaviour.

“Don’t think for a second your flattering words will get you off lightly, mister. What you did was wrong, and you need to know that. You can’t just go around the neighbourhood looking in people’s windows Randal. It’s not who you want to be. That’s a slippery slope to ruin,” Mary said, her voice trailing off from angry to normal again.

“Your right, of course, Mary. I promise I will never do it again. Please don’t tell my mom or dad they would send me to military school.”

“I’m not going to tell your parents. But I’m really disappointed because of you. I will have to wait another month for another try at getting pregnant. You interrupted my routine of getting Brad’s sperm to reach my eggs,” Mary said, a tear beginning to roll down her cheek.

“Mary, are you ok? What’s wrong? Is it something I have done?” I said, concerned somehow I ruined her chance of getting pregnant, not that I understood how.

Suddenly Mary burst into tears and fell into my open arms. She cried her eyes out for at least five minutes before she could talk again. She pulled away from my hug and The Fucking Public Bus Threesome.

“It’s nothing you did, Randy. It’s Brad. We have been trying to have a baby for two years now. It’s why we moved here. The doctors in Los Angels told us Brad’s sperm count was very low due to the stress of his job plus all the smog in the city. He suggested we move somewhere in the country with no stress and no smog. So Brad applied for a transfer and took the role of bank manager here. And last night was our first attempt at getting me pregnant as I was ovulating, and you interrupted the process. It’s not your fault,” Mary said, clearly upset she was struggling to get pregnant.

“Is there anything I can do? I know that sounds stupid, but I feel responsible for messing up your chance to have a baby.”

“No, Randy, there is nothing you can do, but thank you for being concerned about me.”

“Ok, well, if you’re sure, I guess I will put those boxes in the attic for you now then.”

“Randy, there are no boxes. I just needed to get you over here to tell you off for last night. Oh, by the way, nice save with your mom earlier the whole exam thing; that was quick thinking. But I’m afraid you may be in for a lecture and some extra chores from your mother now.” Mary said.

“While you are here, would you like a glass of lemonade?” She asked.

“Sure, that would be great, thank you.”

Mary poured two glasses of lemonade, and we sat in the living room to drink them.

“Randy, have you really never seen a woman naked before?”

“Well, I accidentally walked in on my aunt Mavis having a bath once a couple of years ago, but she is old and fat, so I’m not sure that counts.”

Marry burst out laughing, “No, I’m not sure that really counts,” Mary said, giggling.

“Randal, can I ask you a more personal question?”

“Yeah, sure, Mary, you can ask me anything. I will answer it if I know the answer.”

“I’m not sure I should ask this. But as you said, curiosity has gotten the better of me. Just how big is your penis? Because it looks huge compared to my husband,” Mary said very shyly.

I felt a bit nervous about answering that question, and it must have shown on my face.

“I’m sorry, Randy, I should never have asked you that. The Fucking Public Bus Threesome,” she said with a concerned look on her face.

“I’m not sure I only measured it two years ago. It was eight and a half inches back then. I’m not sure it’s grown since then,” I blurted out more out of embarrassment than anything else.

Mary gasped loudly. Putting her hand over her mouth in shock.

“Oh, my Randy, that is double Brads. His is only fou. Brad’s fully erect.”

“Maybe that’s why you aren’t getting pregnant. His sperm isn’t getting to where it needs to go because his dick isn’t long enough.”

Mary laughed again, “That’s a nice theory, Randy, but that’s not how it works, Brad’s sperm is lazy and doesn’t swim very well.”

“Exactly, if his penis were as big as mine, they wouldn’t need to swim at all. They would already be exactly where they needed to be, inside your womb.”

Mary looked at me, shocked, “Randy, how do you know about these things? Goodness, me, you surprised me.”

“We learnt it in Biology last semester,” I said proudly that I knew something.

“Well, I think you should listen a little more while in class next time. The sperm enters the cervix and attaches to the cervix wall until it’s ready to enter the Fallopian tube. The womb is where the baby grows. So it doesn’t need to be deposited in my womb. But I’m sure that’s exactly where it would be if you deposited it in me with that big penis of yours.” Mary said, speaking like a teacher.

“Oh God, I’m sorry, Randy, I should never have said that The Fucking Public Bus Threesome. Wow, I don’t know what has come over me today. I’m so sorry you must think very poorly of me.” Mary said, very apologetic.

“I put my arm around Mary’s shoulder; it’s fine; I knew what you meant. But I did rather like the idea that it might happen one day,” I said smugly.

“Ok, I think it’s time you went home and faced your punishment from your mother. And Randy, please don’t repeat this conversation to anyone. I’m not sure they would understand a married woman talking about such things with a teenage boy.

“I told you before I’m not a kid. I’m almost eighteen.”

“Well, Mr almost eighteen, get your cheeky butt out of my house before my husband gets home.”

That conversation was my wank material for the next couple of months. That and the image of Mary bouncing up and down on Brad’s dick. The thing was, I never got to see much of Mary to talk to after that. What with football season started and heaps of school work, my grades needed to be good to get into a good college.

I checked every night after walking Milo but never did see the light on in that room again. I’m not sure why they had sex in that room on that night, but I’m glad they did. Anyway, it was a Friday night around three months later when a massive storm rolled through town, the sort that brings tornados.

So Friday night’s football game was cancelled. And I was sitting at home with my parents, watching the news for weather updates, when the phone rang. Dad answered it.

“June, it’s for you. It’s young Mary from next door. She seems a little shaken,” dad said, holding the receiver out for mom.

“Oh goodness, that’s terrible. Why don’t you come here for the night, dear, hmmm what? Oh, of course, I’ll send him over straight away, he might not like it, but I’m sure he will be happy to do that for you. Ok, bye now, dear.”

“Oh dear, Mary’s husband is away until Monday on The Fucking Public Bus Threesome and Marry is all alone in that big house. She is feeling very scared on her own. She asked if Randal could stay there the night just to give her peace of mind; there is a man in the house,” Mom said.

“I know it’s not what you planned to do on your Friday, especially now you are eighteen. But with this storm, you weren’t going anywhere anyway. Our neighbour needs your help. So I would like you to go over next door and stay the night. Pack your pyjamas and your toothbrush. And Randal, please be on your best behaviour. Mary seems a little rattled. She hasn’t lived where they have these sorts of storms before.”

Hell yeah, I screamed inside. I wanted to punch the air, but I had to put on the whole I’m being put out routine.

“Jesus, Mom, do I have to? She is a fully grown woman. What is there to be scared about?