The Girl on the Train (Adult novel adapted from anime)

I set off my alarm with a groan. I stayed up late studying again last night and now feel like I haven't slept in days. For my final exams though, I was determined to get high scores so that I could get into any college I wanted.

“I'll make you breakfast, but if you don't hurry, you'll miss your train,” my mom reminded me.

I groaned again. She's right, it was my own choice to attend a prestigious high school, an hour commute from home be damned, but still at this moment, it sucks!

Thankfully, my school had a uniform so I didn't need to waste any time trying to figure out what to wear. I went to bed wearing just my bra and panties — no pajamas — so there was barely any time to slide into my knee-length skirt. I fixed my shirt and rushed to the kitchen.

This morning, breakfast was miso soup and 2 poached eggs. I quickly downed my soup, and then with my eggs in hand, I gathered my backpack and raced to catch my train.

I was just running out of time, breathless and exhausted from running. As always, the train was too crowded with morning passengers and I squeezed and pushed until I managed to grab hold of one of the railings provided to keep steady any passenger lucky enough to reach it. I gave my ritual prayers, thankful that I was taller than all the other girls and could reach the railing.

Even so, it took a lot of work to hold on to it. Especially because the train is so crowded, every little bump or shake causes the people inside and those surrounding them to tilt on all sides. We were packed in tight – like sardines in a can.

Mostly, it wasn't that bad, but occasionally, someone got the audacity to grope me, knowing that I would never really know for sure who he was. According to school gossip, it is actually quite common to grope girls and women if they ride on a train. The best advice anyone can give is to ignore it.

Sure enough, ignoring it seems to work. Whatever hands touched me from time to time did so quickly and then left me alone.

I shook my head to clear my thoughts. I would rather trust my boyfriend! He and I have been seeing each other for a few months now and he seems perfect for me in every way. He was smart, funny, attentive, but most importantly, we could all potentially get into any college we wanted. We had promised to go to the same one. In fact, we chose the same application.

I sighed with pleasure as I remembered our last research session. Every time we asked a question and got the right answer, we were rewarded with a kiss. Kissing led to touching and I ended up in his bed. I got home late that day but my mom didn't mind once I told her that I took away and lost track of time while studying.

The train made stops every 10 minutes or so and each time fewer people than boarded. So the train grew more crowded, and it felt like we were all afraid that we would fall down and never be able to go back up again if we didn't hug each other tighter. Holding the railing, one of my arms aches, and I slowly swing my other arm out from my side so that I can switch arms, but I have to be careful not to stroke the passengers around me inappropriately.

The train lurched unexpectedly, and the movement was enough that I got my hands free easily. I immediately gripped the railing above me with both hands, waiting to smooth out the roughness.

I growled inaudibly as I felt someone groping me with barely tolerance. This time I was absolutely sure it was who was directly behind me. He – at least I thought it was a he – had grabbed my hips and had closed himself in when the train came crashing down just now, and now his hands were wandering up my skirt, caressing my butt.

He stood so close I thought I could feel his entire body against my back. This was no surprise at all though as I was pressed just as closely to the person ahead of me.

I tried my best to ignore his groping but he continued to outdo others. Finally, he moved to my hands and I breathed a sigh of relief. A moment passed and I realized with dismay that I still had about 20 minutes until I hit my stop loss.

The hand resumed its groping, only this time it got so much bolder than anyone had dared before. I felt the worm in my hand between my legs, then under my panties and between my lips. I gasped in indignation!

Sadly, not even the people in front of me — who were mere inches from my mouth — heard me. The train was loud and with all the passengers mumbling something, it was impossible to hear anything. I sincerely wished I could move, but at least I was firmly stuck until the next stop.

I watched as another bump on my hand tried to knock me off my foot. My searcher used momentum to his advantage. He pushed my legs apart a little, and then I felt his hand press against me.

This is not his hand! ! I gasped as I realized that he was gently but firmly pushing his dick into me. Oh my god! Some people's nerves!

I tried to turn my head so I could tell him, but my backpack got in the way. I couldn't even see him. I know that if the person in front of me can't hear me, then the chances of the person behind me hearing me are slim to none.

Another train scramble and he is buried beautifully deep inside. I was surprised to realize that he felt great! Really good!

I tried to turn my head again so I could at least see who was doing this to me, but the best I could do was smell him. He smelled exotic and loved his manly cologne abroad. His breath smelled like coffee, something sweet.

He was confined by the crowd, but he managed to push very slightly for a few minutes. I was breathless from the unexpected pleasure, to the railings almost desperate situation, I fell in love with this stop. I don't want it to stop!

It suddenly occurred to me that we were almost at the next stop. People will turn around and we might be exposed! Now, the chances of anyone seeing what we're doing are almost non-existent, but if someone gets off the bus - especially if the crowd is thin - it will be very obvious!

My blushing thoughts! I would be so mortified if anyone realized what was happening!

Oddly enough, the thought gives me chills. My whole body shook from it, and I gasped again. Incredible fun! I don't even feel this way with my boyfriend!

He pulled me in as far as he could and then I felt doused with hot water. I must admit, I was oddly disappointed when I realized what he now did. , it doesn't seem like a moment is going too fast!

We got to the next stop and I felt him suddenly slide out of me. My back felt strangely cold as his presence almost disappeared. I looked around to see who he was, but no one looked like they had just finished having sex.

His cum slowly seeped out of me, but oddly enough, my panties did nothing to help me return to its normal position. I really wish I had brought one with me as a spare.

Oh my god! He cums inside me! Whenever I have sex with my boyfriend, we use condoms to prevent pregnancy. This unknown stranger, could get me pregnant or give me an STD!

I started to panic but then forced myself to shake it off. There is absolutely nothing I am going to do now. I definitely have to focus on my final exams!

When the train finally arrived at my station, I fought my way through the crowd and got off just in time before the train resumed its course. My boyfriend I waved.

"Good morning!"

I smiled and returned his greeting. "Good morning!"

He patted the back rack of his bike and I shook my head. "I need to go to the bathroom."

"No problem, but please hurry. I don't want to be late."

I nodded and rushed into the ladies room. Thankfully, most people were in too much of a rush to use the restroom, so I was able to get a stall right away. I wiped myself as clean as possible, allowing myself to shudder one last time in fear at the possible consequences. Then, I locked the entire incident away in my mind and vowed not to think about it unless I had to.

A minute later, I smoothed my skirt and I was sitting on my boyfriend's bike rack. He kissed me and started to pedal. He likes to pedal as fast as possible and squeeze around me, and I have to hold him tight. This makes me smile every time.

I wrapped my arms around my waist and snuggled into him. He smelled like soap. I wrinkled my nose, rather unpleasantly soapy. At least, I know he's clean though!

The rest of the day I was too busy with my classes and studying to give any thought to what was going on. As I lie in bed that evening – after an all-nighter or a long stay in study, again – I remember my morning train ride. NAH I imagine it!

The alarm woke me up stubbornly as usual, and I groaned. These days, I've been getting some decent sleep!

I climbed out of bed and got dressed. My mom fed me breakfast and I used to be my way. Only one more month until high school ends! Even better, there are only 3 weeks until finals!

Last night, reviewing what I had researched kept me occupied. When the train hit a very rough area just 20 minutes from where I was standing, I grabbed the railing to steady myself out of sheer habit.

Even so, I bumped into the person behind me. Even though I knew he wouldn't listen to me, I turned my head and said sorry. I caught the scent, the exotic aroma, and my heart started racing.

His hands began to caress me and I turned with my legs spread apart without even realizing that I was doing it. I felt hot, breathless, and tried to cool down.

I felt a slight rumbling sound and I felt him smiling at my longing. I am baffled at my reaction! Why didn't I at least try harder?

He wasted no time, pulling my panties down and then entering me. I hummed softly, if I was happy mentally trying to tell him, "Yes!"

I swayed easily enough that he braced himself on the railing above my head. There really wasn't any room to move, but we managed to grind together in a fairly satisfying way. I closed my eyes and buried my face against my arms.

The absolute best part is that no one pays the slightest attention to us! We have gender in the crowd and no one knows it! It didn't take long to ascend, and I had to bite my lip to stop myself from crying.

There's no point in attracting attention after all. I think one would be curious if a high school girl started crying out of passion in a crowded train.

He didn't do that and continued to chase me away. I shuddered slightly each time he moved. Why does this feel so incredible? !

Just like what happened yesterday, he filled me with his hot cum and then disappeared as the train stopped. I almost sobbed with disappointment, but then cheered myself up with the thought that I might actually be able to meet him tomorrow.

The next three weeks passed in almost exactly the same way. When I'm alone, I feel conflicted. I should have tried to be a good girl and blocked him out. No, I should try to enjoy it so much. I should consider reporting it to the police – not that they can really do much, since I have no idea what he looks like.

I resolved to resist, and then the next morning came and my resolution was completely gone. I accepted my body and He was happy to know it, and for the entire 10 minutes I felt absolutely nothing but the joy He gave me! This is pure bliss!

The day of my finals arrived and I locked into a box with my secret lover in my mind and focused on passing with the highest score. I feel like I haven't thought this through very well, I seem to be testing this easily.

After the trial, I had a full week of school and I didn't have to bring my book. I probably didn't need to show up since it was designed to allow slower-paced students to take the final exam, but I had no good job doing it.

Without my big backpack and all over the place, I think I might actually be able to see my lover. However, when a full minute later the train stopped and he might have passed and he had not yet begun to grope me, I despaired that he had not gone.

I turned my head, and inhaled. Sure enough, I could smell him. It was certain he was behind me, holding himself with my hips steady. Encouragingly, I swung and they bumped him on purpose.

His arms were wrapped around my chest, pulling our bodies together. He pressed light kisses to the side of my neck and I moaned. My breath escapes the pants in anticipation.

With one hand, he leaned down and prepared himself. Then he pushed my panties his way up. He entered me and I rocked him.

I'm sure I'll miss this one when I graduate!

We are all weirdly crazy today. He actually sprayed me with his cum a minute earlier than normal, and then held me close to me as my inner muscles surged around its shaft.

He moaned softly in my ear but left when he arrived. I cried in the desperate wish that he would stay with me, but I knew he might be in a hurry or late for work. Even so, I wanted to spend more time with him.

My boyfriend waved at me when I exited the train, and pointed me in the bathroom. He nodded. It was quite routine by this time and I needed to go to the bathroom after getting off the train.

We had nothing to do at school so there was no reason to worry about being late. So we took a leisurely bike ride, very romantic considering we were just going to school.

“By the end of the week, we’ll know our test results. The colleges we’ve applied to will review them and make decisions based on them. In another two weeks, we’ll both be actual college students!” my boyfriend exclaimed. Although we won't start after that for a little while.

I laughed, then sighed with mild depression. “But it’s a little sad that we won’t be in high school anymore, we won’t be able to hang out with our friends at lunch time, and we may not see some of them ever again.”

“Yeah, it’s a little sad, but just think of all the new people we’ll meet!”

I nodded in agreement. “It’s true.”

That night, we didn't study, which meant that it was the first time we had sex, because not long ago, I started having sex every morning on the train. He made it fun, but I was confused to find things missing. I just can't figure it out.

The next morning, I got up early. I actually got some good sleep and felt awake for a change. My mom brought my clothes just as I buttoned my shirt.

"I've been thinking about it for a while," my mother told me with a strange look. "But if you were going to do this, would you use protection?"

I stared at her in amazement. How does she know?

She sighed and handed me a stack of clean panties. "Don't be so shocked. I don't know what these stains mean, I was young myself at one time."

“You see,” I felt like I had to explain things to her. I felt I needed her understanding. "My boyfriend and I use protection just for this"

"What?" she wanted to know curiously.

I shook my head. I couldn't tell her alone that I didn't even know I had regular sex, never seen it! “Nothing,” I muttered, looking at the ground.

"Nothing!" my mother insisted. "I don't want to see your future ruined because you could have avoided it when you got pregnant!"

"You're right, I agreed." "But it happened before I could stop it, now I'm confused"

My mother frowned. “Does your boyfriend rape you?”

"No!" I held my breath and laughed ridiculously. "He would never do anything like that. I tell you, we use protection. This is just another one."

I suddenly ran, my shoulder. "I'm going to be late! Is there any time for breakfast? Now, bye!"

All during that train ride, I couldn't stop thinking about my future. In just 3 days, I will no longer go to school. I will no longer take the train. What if I'm pregnant? How will I cope? How would I support a child to go to college?

I feel my lover's presence the moment before he touches me. Now that I don’t have a bulky backpack, I’m able to turn a profit. It was not easy, I squeezed all the passengers around me, but I persevered.

I was surprised to find that my lover was probably around 25 years old. When I give it any thought, I prefer to think of him as a middle-aged man. Or a dirty old pervert.

I leaned in towards him and smelled him, just to be sure. That’s right! This is his. I forgot to keep my grip on the railing, and as a result, the bump from under the train sent me into its arms. This seemed like the perfect opportunity to kiss him.

I leaned in close to his ear, because I probably could. "I've only got 3 more days." My hands wandered curiously over his body. He is working hard and ready to go. It seemed like his pants were so tight that once I unzipped them, they spring free. Wow! I'd never had the chance to feel his shaft before, but it seemed bigger than I had thought it might be.

He looked at Conflict like he didn't really want me to ever see his face. Kissing him again seemed like the only way to comfort him, and I wasn't going to report him to the police.

I held onto the railing so he could let it go. As long as I hold onto it, all he can do is hold onto access to me. Somehow, in front of him, we had sex and it felt even better!

We both quickly climaxed unexpectedly, and then simply held each other until the train stopped. I kissed him again as he pulled me over, covering myself, and pushed his way out of the train through the throng of people.

He did not respond to my remarks. It was frustrating but I didn't think he really cared about me. He said I might just be a good way to relieve some of the stress on his way to work this morning.

I need to prepare myself, and he might even be relieved once I no longer have to take the train to school every morning. It was obvious that me seeing his face was the last thing on his mind. With the brush peeled off, I stepped off the train and headed straight to the bathroom.

I needed to accept that my “affair” was coming to an end and I had to let it go. By the time I perched on my boyfriend's bike, I was able to smile like nothing had happened.

On my last day of high school — aside from graduation tomorrow night — I did the only thing I could think of. As he thrust into me, making me shudder in the most delightful way, I smiled. He had me facing him for the first time since I turned around, and it was easier to kiss him.

He never kissed me, but he didn't return my kisses. I slowly opened one hand — holding firmly with the other to steady us as we rocked our bodies together — and reached for my top. It was a piece of paper folded up inside my bra, a piece with its own name and phone number. I even wrote a little note.

After today I will no longer ride on this morning train. I had just started college and had no idea what the future would bring. I will miss you and I hope you call me if you need to get together and have sex or just want to talk.