Attention. That was the word Katie had shouted aloud when Professor Alberts had asked the class his latest assignment laden question. “What makes you happiest” she muttered as she shook her head. She had been the only one to blurt her answer out loud, because of course Katie would do that. Now she was stuck with a paper on not just how attention made her happy, but where that happiness came from. She stared at the first paragraph on her 4 year old laptop and knew she was already phoning it in.

Psychology was always the class she struggled with the most. Katie had never been one to dwell too long on the deep inner reasons for anything. She was a doer, not a thinker, as her mother has always said; Dr. Alberts was slowly changing that though. A few years ago she wouldn’t even have been able to answer his question, she would have been a deer in the headlights. Now more and more thoughts crept into her mind about the big “why” of lots of things she did. Closing the laptop she decided that she would need to do some serious thinking if she wanted a half decent grade. Besides, it was Friday night, what better time to conduct her research.

Katie was a fortunate girl. “She won the genetic lottery” she could hear her father saying as she stood before the mirror. She looked slowly from her delicate feet and pedicured toes up long tan legs that had spent more than a few days carrying her swiftly around the track and out-manoeuvring opponents on the court. Her hips were wide, but not curvy, she hated that word, she thought it lumped her in with all those girls who just sat around and got a little fat then acted like it was a cultural movement. Hips tapered to a thin waist and above was her flat belly with visible abs. The real reason she hated the curvy crowd was their tits. Most of them wound up with these massive chests which they would always show off in clothes that were too tight. Her mind turned. “They get attention I want and that makes me jealous” the little voice in her head said. Better note that for the paper, a few more revelations like that and she might just bump up that GPA. Her own chest was on the small side, but her breasts were noticeable in the right outfit and she had tanned them openly, her whole body was the same shade of light brown. She had pierced her left nipple while more than a little inebriated one night, luckily she dodged any infection. Further up she admired her shoulders which appeared both strong and feminine. Her neck was long and slender, framed in by long light brown hair currently hanging around her shoulders. She smiled as her eyes reached her face. Full soft lips, high cheekbones, a jawline that wouldn’t look out of place in Vogue, bright green eyes, and eyebrows that perfectly matched her features with very little effort. She turned to the side to admire her ass, a feature that running and squats had done many favours. She laughed thinking “Dad was right”.

Now she needed an outfit. Not just any outfit though, she needed an eye catcher. She didn’t have many of those, but she had a few. She wanted something new tonight though, something tailor made to show off what she thought were her best assets. She poked the piercing through her nipple and pulled a tight yellow tube top off her dresser. Shimmying it on she saw how visible the piercing was and grinned again. Another good part about small tits is not needing a bra she thought, flicking her other nipple to see how it looked poking out of the bright yellow fabric. A real brainwave hit her next. She remembered staining her favourite pair of jeans earlier that week. She had almost thrown them away but thought they might be good for something. She believed she had just found that something. Scissors in hand she removed both legs leaving an extremely short pair of jean short. She rubbed the newly cut hems, fraying them, giving them an older look. Skipping panties she pulled up the jeans and discovered to her delight that you could see the bottom curve of her fit cheeks before the jeans covered only the barest necessities. A pair of flip flops slipped on her feet she sat down to braid her hair into two long pigtails. She wasn’t sure why, but that was always the hairstyle that got the most attention. Back to the mirror for a quick inspection and then Katie was out the door and into the warm damp spring air of the early evening.

The slap of her flip flops carried her down her old familiar Friday night path. As she was passing the flower shop a thought crossed her mind. “Maybe I ought to go somewhere different, somewhere they don’t know me as well, where I’ll be new and exciting” her mind pondered. Being a doer and not a thinker Katie promptly turned heel and headed for the bus stop. It wasn’t far, just around the corner in fact, and the bus was pulling up when she arrived. Two people hopped on before a man in line waved her in. She climbed the rubber mat stairs and was enjoying the look the bus driver gave her when she felt a hand from behind squeeze on cheek. She almost gasped, and almost wheeled around to kick this prick in the chest, but then she just kept walking and found her seat.

Turning over and over in her head the way she felt. It was a complex feeling, or feelings to be more accurate. She was mad, obviously, that someone would feel like they could reach out and grab her. She was also exhilarated that something this out of the ordinary had happened. Another thought crossed her mind that she felt a strange kind of pride that she was so irresistible that this man couldn’t keep his hands off her. Vulnerable. She felt vulnerable as well. She was confused by this, not because she couldn’t understand why she would feel this way, but because it didn’t feel exactly right. It was frightening, but not in a scary way. It was more tied to her sense of excitement. A feeling like anything could happen. She saw the man who had grabbed her sit beside her. She turned to him and to his visible great surprise, she smiled.

After a moment of shock he returned her smile. He was skinny and muscular. Short black hair and clean shaven. Slate grey eyes peered out at her, walking over her exposed body. “You just couldn’t help yourself, could you?” Katie half whispered to him, a little grin on her pink lips. He smiled and shook his head. “I was prepared to get smacked, but it still would have been worth it.” he replied. Her hands run up her legs and belly, pausing to pinch her nipples, knowing he’d been going wild inside. He licked his lips, unable to take his eyes off of her. “Where are you headed?” he asked, now staring at the two dots of her pointy nipples. Katie thought for a moment, she wasn’t really sure. “Somewhere downtown, and you?” was her reply. He looked disappointed. “I have to get off soon, have somewhere to be” he muttered, cursing his bad luck. Katie mulled it over in her mind, she had an idea. “Seems like this bus ride is all we have” she said, eyes full of excitement.

He looked at her, unsure of what to do next. She decided to make it easier for him by spreading her legs. A thin strip of denim was all that stood between the outside world and her pretty tan pussy. His hand moved slowly to her thigh, his eyes wildly scanning the bus, making sure no one was in sight. She had chosen a side seat at the back almost unconsciously hoping he might be bold enough to try something. His fingers slid up her thigh and snuck in behind the strip of denim. Katie bit her lip as this stranger’s fingers slid between her lips, her wetness coating them instantly. He licked his fingers and quietly moaned. She took his hand and put the fingers in her mouth, sucking her juices from them.

He pulled his wet fingers from her mouth and pulled down one side of her top, exposing her nipple and quickly wiping her spit on it. It was Katie’s turn to look around anxiously, but still no one had noticed. Wait. No, that’s not true. A man three rows up had just turned around and was staring at them. She locked eyes with him. She grinned. His eyes went wide. He had just stood up when she felt the stranger’s fingers slide inside her, just one at first and then another. The second man walked nonchalantly back and sat down beside her. He ran his hand up her leg and pulled down her top completely. He leaned in to suck her pierced nipple as the fingers worked inside her. She felt like she would cum any second, and it was going to be wet.

She undid the button and slipped her shorts to her knees, feeling the fingers quickly slide back inside her. The man sucking and biting her nipples slid his hand down and played with her clit. She fought hard to keep her moans in but a small one escaped as she started to cum. All the muscles in her taut belly tensed as she felt the seat pool beneath her with her juices. The fingers stopped when she seemed about to scream. Through the cloud of orgasmic fog rang the bell for the next stop.

Katie collected herself pulling up her top and shorts before sitting in the seat across the aisle. She looked back at the puddle she had left behind and felt a pang of guilt and and flush of sexual pride. The two men had stood up, both trying very unsuccessfully to hide their erections. They walked off the bus still feeling very unsure if what had just happened was a dream. Katie used the rest of the ride to reflect. “This is all about your paper after all” her mind commented snarkily. She found that as much as the attention brought her joy it was the things accompanying it that made it transcendent. All the fear of the unknown, excitement of possibility, complete lack of predictability, and a few other things she couldn’t quite put her finger on. She cursed not having brought a notepad but then again where would one keep it with an outfit like this?