A week passes

Work, lift, watch TV, sleep, repeat. A slog? Yeah, maybe, but it was a comfortable slog, and he was saving up nicely. Maybe in another few years he'd be able to get a mortgage and move someplace nice. The 'burbs weren't bad—certainly better than the ghetto he'd grown up in—but he'd always wanted to live out in the country; far, far away from the big city.

But for now, he was stuck here. And on the bright side, this week was done. He shut down his computer, packed his Corporate Enterprises-branded bag, and with a wave of a hand to his colleagues, left the building.

The bus was late, very late, but at least it wasn't canceled. It did not pause for a microsecond longer than he needed to get on board before continuing onwards.

He had to catch himself as the bus careened around the corner rather more sharply than was reasonable, the driver clearly hoping to make up for lost time.

Spotting an empty seat, he quickly sat himself down. It'd been a long day and he was happy to be off his feet. There was a smudge on his right trouser leg and he tried to rub it off—to no avail. He'd put on some clean ones when he got home.

His eyes came up... and he found himself face to face with the pregnant girl once more. At first her gaze was blank, but then her eyebrows rose minutely in recognition.

Shit.

Once again, he averted his gaze, out the window, out of danger. He anxiously checked out the other passengers. Thankfully, no one seemed to be paying any attention. And why would they, he chastised himself. It had only been a momentary glance. He was getting paranoid.

The entire minute or so it took for his heart to slow, he could feel her gaze upon him, and he felt himself growing irritated. He didn't want appear like a creep by staring at girls far too young for him, but at least they should have the good manners not to stare at him, either.

Finally he had enough and turned back to her, staring directly into her eyes. She met his resentful stare without even a flinch. She wore jeans again today, torn again too, though not in the same pattern as the first time he'd seen her. The patches of skin he could see were pale as snow, like they'd never caught a ray of sun. On top she wore a white blouse, loose enough to fit comfortably around her belly.

He found it hard to look away from it that. Her belly was huge, dominating her narrow frame, 8 months along, if not 9. He wondered who the father was. Some boy at her school, maybe. Or was she ****? He felt a pang of guilt. Was his leering triggering a trauma? Was she even now growing panicked under his gaze? But no, she still wore the same unflappable expression. She brought up her hands, positioned one underneath her gravid belly, and tenderly stroked it with the other.

He'd never bought the whole shtick about pregnant women "glowing" or anything like that, but he did find the girl strangely sexy, young as she was.

He threw caution in the wind and checked out her tits. Unfortunately, the looseness of the blouse she wore this time did much to hide them from direct view, and so he was left to picture the swollen mounds and nipples in his mind. He felt his cock growing in his pants.

A blush formed on her cheeks as she underwent his brazen inspection. Her eyes wandered too, lingering on his muscular arms and chest. She seemed to like what she saw.

His stop was coming up. He should get off. Nothing good could come of this. And yet he stayed put.

The next few stops the bus emptied almost completely. They left the area where he lived and continued in a rough spiral outwards. The neighborhood became rougher, poorer; not quite as bad as where he'd grown up, but definitely not a place where you'd want to show off expensive clothes or leave your car unlocked either.

The girl shifted in her seat, then reached up and pressed the stop button. Their eyes met again and now she was the one to look away, blushing. The bus slowed and she got to her feet, and a murmur of discomfort escaped from her lips. She took hold of the strap of the bag from the seat next to hers—which he hadn't even noticed it was there the entire time he'd sat opposite her—and took a deep breath.