She does

Matt was more than a little surprised when Ophelia glared at him as he headed down the aisle to exit the bus and then nodded. "You want to buy me a coffee, you can."

"Cool," he said. How much of his long-time failure with women had more to do with his indecisiveness and his unwillingness to take a chance and actually ask than with any failing on the part either of the women or of his attractiveness? He resolved to overcome his natural shyness and at least give himself a chance when it came to girls. Not that he'd been doing terribly over the past week.

He waited while Ophelia parked her bus, checked to make sure nobody was lingering, then locked the door behind her. "You got a lot of creeps at this school," she explained. "They think it's real funny to get the black girl in trouble."

"I guess being rich doesn't automatically give people a decent personality," Matt said. "Have I mentioned how pretty you look today?"

"Yeah, about twenty times."

"Oops." He gave Ophelia an appreciative look. "Well, I wasn't exaggerating on any of those times." And he hadn't been. Ophelia was poetry in motion as she moved. Her oversized breasts and fully rounded ass showed off a slender waist. Her uniform pants were tight enough that Matt didn't have to strain to make out the lines of her thong. As for a bra, it would have taken serious construction equipment to hold those titties in place.