Aw, rats...

Amy went with the mousy looking boy. At least she'd have an aisle seat so if she needed to, it wouldn't be difficult to escape.

Setting her backpack on the floor, she slid into the seat. She was gracious enough to give the boy a nod, but that was the only acknowledgement she was ready to give him. Unfortunately, he took it as an invitation.

"Hi, my name is Sammy. But most people call me 'Speedy'. Aheh."

Amy was surprised at how quickly he offered his hand. She was slightly put off by his trembling hands, but she proceeded to take it in her delicate hand and shake it.

"'Speedy'? Like Speedy Gonzalez?"

"Mhm. Yup. Exactly that." He pulled his hand away and slid closer to her. "What's your name? Are you new here? Do you have a boyfriend?"

He even talked fast, leaving Amy struggling to respond.

"My name is Amy, and no, and no-"

"Is that a Victoria's Secret Bandeau Bralette?"

"Huh? What?"

The nerd was staring down her cleavage now. Amy instantly regret wearing the lowcut sweater. It wasn't difficult at all to see the lacy material of her undergarment. Especially considering it was struggling to hold her perky white tits.

What was a surprise, was Speedy's hand tugging at the front of her top so he could get an unfettered view of her chest.

"Can I have it? Please? Thank you?" He asked.

"No! Back off!"

Slapping his hand away, she jumped out of her seat. She raised her arm hoping to get the bus driver's attention and tried to ignore Speedy as he repeatedly said "Please".

"Hey, bus driver! I need to trade seats with someone. This kid won't keep his hands off of me."

The chubby bus driver looked at her waving in his mirror. The middle-aged man had given up on ever having a meaningful life and delighted in making others miserable.

He picked up the bus' intercom and looked directly at her while he spoke.

"Hello students. Just so everyone knows...Preppy schoolgirl sluts," He said "sluts" with added emphasis. ", need to sit the fuck down and keep their whore mouths shut. THANK YOOOU!"

Amy was shocked to be spoken to in such a manner. She scoffed and put her hand to her chest as the rest of the students laughed at her.

SNAP!

"OHMYGOD!"

Living up to his name, Speedy had taken the opportunity presented to slide his weasel-ly hands up the back of Amy's sweater. His creeping fingers crawled up the curve of her back and, like an expert lockpick, undid the clasp of her bra.

"I said 'please'." He muttered.

In the split second it took her to realize and turn to slap at the boy, he'd already pulled her bra away and brought it to his chest.

Retreating to his side of the seat, he sniffed at the bra and rubbed it on his mouth. The black lace muffled his quiet mumblings.

"Amy's tits were in this bra. Mmmm, yesssss. Amy's tits. DD. Firm. Perrrky!"

The blonde sat on the edge of the seat, putting as much distance between them as she could. She felt strangely violated, feeling the void of her missing bralette. She folded her arms, shelving her tits and inadvertently giving everyone else a show.

With every pothole and sharp corner the bus made, Amy's boobs jiggled and swayed, nearly popping out the front of her sweater.

Hopefully, the rest of the bus ride would be uneventful. Surely this had to be the worst? Class couldn't be this bad...