A conversation about getting your social life

"Mind if I join you?" asks Wendy.

Unable to think of anything to say, you nod your head vigorously and scoot over to make room. She runs her hand over her butt to hold her pleated skirt against her legs and sits down next to you. Her bust bounces noticeably when she hits the seat. It's not that she's wearing a weak bra, it's that her breasts are just as huge as Megan's now, so there is no way to avoid some serious jiggle.

"John?" prods Wendy gently, pulling your attention from her chest to her smiling face. "I want to apologize for Taylor. She shouldn't try to make you do her homework for her."

There's only one set of papers in your lap now: Taylor's. All the others must have disappeared when you put Wendy in charge.

The tall Asian girl puts a consoling hand on your shoulder. "She has a little bit of a bitchy side, but usually she doesn't have the nerve to try to push someone around. She only does that with people who aren't feeling very confident. John, you haven't had much luck with girls so far, have you?"

Actually, tonight you've been extremely lucky, but other than that... "Yeah. I kinda took this manager job to be... you know..."

"Around a lot of cute girls?"

"Yeah."

"It's okay," says Wendy sweetly. Her smile lights up the grim bus.

Her smile isn't the only thing about her that's so hot it shines. Her new body is incredible. Those huge breasts, those long legs sticking out of a very short skirt, and her long, straight black hair combine to melt your mind.

You could take her right now, shoving your cock down her throat while she eagerly swallows. Or you could make her your girlfriend, shocking everyone at school that shy little you landed such a mega-hottie. You fight off these carnal urges and focus on what's she's saying. The bus is pulling into the school parking lot, so you don't have much time.

"I think I can help you out," says Wendy.

"Help me out?"

"Yeah! We're going to get you laid!"