As Maggie was pinned up against the ceiling of the bunk with Boston's hard thrusts driving in and out of her, her entire sexual history flashed before her eyes: The nervous and clumsy boyfriend in high school who, in a move that would explain a lot, would come out a few years later; the handful of guys from her program in college who pressed into her with erratic and selfish thrusts while she spent their brief time together composing music projects in her head, waiting for them to finish; and most recently, the fellow intern at imagiCorp who's strong steleto heel fetish ended their record short relationship.<br/><br/>And now there was Boston. Hoist me in the air Boston. Talk to me softly and fuck me hard Boston. Make me lose my mind Boston.<br/><br/>Maggie was at a complete loss. No wonder she'd had no trouble keeping quiet before. All the sex she'd had over the course of her life amounted to a bad joke with her pleasure -or lack thereof- as the punchline. She'd only come to realize it with Boston's teeth sinking into her shoulder and his hard cock flexing inside her.<br/><br/>"Holy shit." She breathed against his lips as their brows met, arms trembling either side of him. His request only caused the wetness between her thighs to course more freely. The bluntness if the remark clashed with the tenderness of the touch at her cheeks. As he kissed her with uninhibited passion, she couldn't help but wonder whether this was the norm with Boston - if he showered every fan and groupie invited into his bed with the same powerful blend of affection and carnal desire. Her hips rocked forward in their first buck as his teeth tugged at her lip, and she reflexively fell into a rhythm that increased in speed and pressure as her inhibitions melted away. Maggie sat as upright as the bunk would allow, the back of her neck meeting the ceiling.  Every thrust forward pressed him against sensitive reaches she didn't even know existed. She soon collapsed back against his chest, spilling a confession in his ear as her hips continued buck and roll behind her, "If I don't stop, I'm going to cum."<br/><br/>To admit to being brought so soon to that precarious edge was embarrassing, but that didn't make it any less true. Her nails sank into the flesh beneath his collarbone, as her backside continued to bob feverishly behind her. She only hoped the bus' music would be loud enough to cover the sloppy sounds of slapping flesh.