Back to the school bus (less dramatic branch)

(*ALERT:Neighbor girl* this is the first ALERT in the story, if you paid attention in the beginning, you'd remember that the variable after ALERT is the name that you type in the "Your current partner's name" box in the customize option you get when you click the box with the 3 red lines.)

(This thread is to explore the girls being strongly drawn to John but without them being entirely aware of the new situation)

Your eyes open, you're in the corner seat of the bus again.

You look out of the window and see that you're about to reach your school.

You're still a little stunned, you were just born a few hours ago and you supposed to exist only to populate. Your entire life has been one big lie, you've never met anyone before, but you have a few years worth of information about all the women, so you aren't a complete stranger. In fact, you're apparently in demand.

You can finally move again, you look around the bus and look at the girls. You see one particular girl that's sitting alone, two rows in front of you.

You walk to her with your cock growing as you get closer and you finally see her face.

You remember her as Stacy, the girl who lived next door. She looks lonely, so you decide to change that by sitting next to her.

She sees you and she smiles, you smile back and ask:

"Hi Stacy. Could I sit here?"

"Oh hey John! Of course you can, please sit with me," she says, with a sense of need.

"Okay" you go to sit out the only seat next to her when you see a puddle of water. "I can't sit here, there's water on the seat." you say, slightly disappointed.

"Oh sorry, I forgot that I spilled some water there. But how about if I sit on your lap?" she says, eyes flashing.

Wow, it looks as though things are really like Min said. "That sounds like a great idea," you reply, smiling in anticipation.

Stacy gets up and lets you pass. As you sit down, you put your hand in your pockets, and through the torn pocket, you free your cock from your boxers just before she sits on your lap.

Her ass rests right on your boner. You can feel it grow even more, and this feels like heaven. Your memories include sexy thoughts about Stacy, and now they've become reality.

Stacy wriggles her bum slightly on your lap. "Hmm, this feels nice!" She giggles. "Thanks for joining me, John."

Your hand brushes against Stacy's leg, and you feel her fishnet stockings. You remember all of the girls on the bus wearing them. "I didn't know you had fishnet stockings, Stacy."

Stacy shrugged. "They've become really fashionable. Would you like to feel them?" She puts your hand on the inside of her leg.

You don't need more of an invitation than that, and you start feeling the texture of her stocking-clad leg. You figure her signals are pretty clear, so you feel your way up the inside of her thighs past the garters for the stockings.

"Er, John, you're not feeling the stockings any more, those are my thighs."

"I know that," you tell her. You feel your way up to her panties, and she gasps lightly. "And these are your pussy lips," you say, brushing them through the thin fabric of her underwear.

"Oh," Stacy gasps. She squirms slightly at your touch, rubbing herself against your cock through your jeans. "This is exciting John, but where exactly are you going with this?"

"I have an idea. Stand up a moment Stacy," you tell her. She complies, leaning forward on the next bus bench, her butt facing you.

You pull down your jeans, letting your cock spring free, and pull her down on it. Stacy gives a squeak. "John, I can feel your erection through my panties. You're going to make me soak them through." She inadvertently starts bouncing on you, and starts moaning softly.

"I think I'll do more than that," you say, and pull the thin material of her moistening panties from her pussy. You push yourself inside of her, and she gasps. The feeling is heavenly. It's a million times better than masturbating. The two of you are in the back of the bus, so no one actually hears her.

"John, are you actually going to fuck me on the bus to school?" Stacy asks in disbelief as you push into her.

"It sure looks like it, Stacy," you reply deadpan.

"I'm not for sure this is a good idea," Stacy says, but matches your rhythm despite her spoken words.

"Give me one good reason why I shouldn't fuck you right now," you say. Stacy doesn't respond, and just keeps riding you. You bring your hand to cup a boob under her uniform, and she moans.

"So," you say, deciding to play around some more with the situation, "I was thinking that we should have a sleepover some time, just you me and my sister, over at your place. Maybe I could sleep with you in the middle of the living room," you suggest. You wonder how she will react to such a blatantly strange suggestion.

"Oh," Stacy says in surprise. "I should be able to arrange it with my mom," she replies. "When did you have in mind?"

Amazing! you think. The whole situation has you feeling more awesome than you've ever felt before.

Suddenly, you feel the rush of orgasm. This rush is greater than a regular orgasm.

As you feel it coming, the choice is yours: