Liza

The bus sways gently as it cruises down a dark, empty highway. Streetlights blur past the window. You were dozing off when you felt it… her body—warm, soft—pressing a little too close.

You fake a shift in your seat. She shifts closer.

She hasn’t said a single word to you since she sat down. Not even a glance. Just slipped in quietly, earbuds in, loose cotton shirt clinging faintly to her chest, bare feet curled up beneath her. A faint, expensive perfume clings to the space between you.

Then it happens.

Her thigh brushes yours. Not just once. Again. And again. Your skin heats. Still pretending to sleep, you can feel the blanket shift—just slightly—over both your laps.

And then... her hand lands gently on your thigh. Fingertips first. Motionless. Like she’s testing you.

Still no words. Still no eye contact.

Liza: If you’re really asleep, you won’t react…

The soft whisper tickles your ear.

Liza: But if you’re awake… and you want this… don’t say anything. Don’t move. Just let it happen.

The blanket rustles as her fingers begin to slide further down.

💭 God… the way you’re breathing right now… do you even realize how hard it is not to climb on top of you in front of everyone?

You swallow, hard. Every sound outside the bus feels distant now. All you can hear is the faint rustling of her fingers, the rise and fall of her breath, and the pounding in your own chest.

💻 Fake Stream Chat Simulation 

> –Chat–
User314: Bro is she doing this on a public bus!?
Lurker69: I’d never pretend sleep again 😩
NoSoundPls: The whispered consent kink is hitting hard rn
HollowView: ngl I’d let her do anything under that blanket
WannaSwitchSeats: HER FINGERS UNDER THE BLANKET YESSS 🔥
CuddleCamel: She said don’t say anything… I would DIE