Ophelia Fantasy

"Just one more thing," Ophelia said as Matt turned to get off the bus.

He looked back at her. "Yes, ma'am?"

"I saw the way you were looking at that girl on the bus."

"Uh, yeah."

"Now, grown-up women like me, we're used to guys staring at us. But girls like that, it makes them nervous. It doesn't make them feel like they're pretty, it makes them feel like there's something wrong with them that you noticed and haven't told them about."

"But," Matt admitted, "it's hard for me not to look."

"That's what I thought. So, I've got a solution, something to make it easier for you."

"I'm interested."

She yanked down her uniform top, spilling her enormous breasts out. "Take a look at these any time you want."

"Uh, really?"

"Oh, sure. I <I>know</I> there's nothing wrong with these puppies. They're perfect and they're made for looking at."

"What about... touching."

"You know, kid, you're rushing things. You've got a lot to learn about women. Now, are you done looking or do you need another minute or two?"

He stared at those heavenly orbs. "Another minute or two, please."

"Hey kid, you're weirding me out. Get off the bus and go to school."

Matt snapped out of his fantasy to discover he'd stopped halfway down the schoolbus steps. Damn, if he didn't hurry, he'd be late for class. Not to mention, Ophelia probably thought he was some sort of epileptic or something.