"Midnight."

“I’m sorry, say again?” I asked, I had to have misheard her.

She suddenly made fierce eye contact, and the faintest hint of a smile appeared at the corner of her lips. “Midnight,” she repeated, “I’m Makenzie, by the way.”

That was when my reality became shattered. This was it, then, this was real. There was no way this woman just conspired with my sleeping self to make me believe this nonsense was real, and that was the only other explanation I could think of. There was no way this was just coincidence.

“I was wondering when you were going to ask,” she continued, “I mean, I know I’m not the best-looking chick out there but, I thought I was at least good enough to get your attention.”

“You look great,” I couldn’t think of much else to say.

She smiled a bit more, “You sure like my boobs at least, the way you keep looking at them.”

This time I truly couldn’t think of a reply, so I just laughed awkwardly and turned back to my notebook, hoping for some stability. The second commandment didn’t help with my stability much.

II. All cult members, no matter their sexual preference, relationship status, or gender, acknowledge that their chest and torso are property of Jack Oswald Lantern. They will allow him unlimited access to do anything he pleases with their chests without exception nor boundary. He is free to manipulate, touch, decorate, or examine them however and whenever he pleases, and may even decide what may be allowed to cover them, if anything.

Okay, this started out being insane, but now this was absolutely batshit. I had to confirm this one was the case. At the time I wasn’t considering how such a question might sound if this truly was some strange coincidence, I was too out of sorts to consider such a possibility.

“Can—” I began but then had to swallow my own spit, “can I touch your tits?” There it was. It was out there in the universe. No taking those words back and putting them in my brain for safekeeping. I said them, and now I had to deal with the consequences.

“Touch them?” she replied, furrowing her brow slightly, “You’re the Jack Lantern, right? They’re fucking yours, dude.”

I panicked a little, mainly but not entirely because she knew my name, blinking furiously but being unable to truly ignore her impressive rack anymore, staring at it dumbstruck.

“You okay, dude?” Makenzie asked.

I took a deep breath to calm myself. There was really nothing at all to panic about. This was great news. Even if this notebook was all bullshit, a hot goth girl was going to let me fondle her. I shouldn’t make light of this opportunity, nor waste it.

“Yeah, sorry,” I apologized and then went to sit in the seat next to her as I couldn’t quite reach her from my spot across from her. Now that I was closer, I could smell the perfume she wore, it was sharp but pleasant. Her tits stood out even more from this side angle, an amazing rack of flesh that was still bouncing and wobbling pleasantly from the movements of the bus.

“Damn, they’re huge,” I said without really meaning to. I had always been a horribly awkward individual, especially when it came to talking to the opposite sex and especially when talking to goth girls. They’d always been my type, so if this notebook wasn’t completely full of shit and I truly was the Jesus of goth girls, I was going to be extremely happy.

Makenzie glanced downward, but then returned her icy blue eyes to mine before shrugging, “Yeah, kind of a pain in the ass.”

I was still very hesitant. It wasn’t my first, second, or even tenth reflex to just touch a pair of tits. But, even according to her, they were apparently mine. I shouldn’t be hesitating to touch something that’s mine, right?

I slowly reached my hand forward, paying close attention to every detail of her reaction, just waiting for that look of fury or disgust. I was sweating. I had permission to touch her boobs and I was sweating. I truly did live a sheltered life.

Suddenly, the bus took a particularly sharp turn that sent me lurching toward her, my hand coming into contact at last. The pillowy breast was softer even than in my wettest dreams. I’d never felt a breast directly before, the closest I had ever gotten was getting hugs which had informed me that they were soft, but I clearly had no idea.

“Shit, dude,” Makenzie said, “took the bus hitting a sharp turn to get you to touch them even though you clearly like them. You sure you’re okay?”

Mentally I was panicking at this question, from her perspective I was definitely acting weird. I wondered how smart it would be to just be honest with her and tell her I basically had no idea what was going on. My gut told me that would probably end poorly.

“Ah, sorry, I did just wake up. On top of that, I come from a place that doesn’t have many goth girls. I don’t come into contact with them very often.”

She seemed to find this answer acceptable, nodding her head, “Well, those days are over for you.”

I furrowed my brow, “What do you mean?” Whilst we were having this conversation, I continued to squeeze her breasts with my hand, getting a little bolder and actually cupping them and bouncing them. This was fantastic.

She blinked, “If you’re still on this bus that means you’re on your way to Autumn Ridge, right?”

More specifically, I was on my way to the Autumn Ridge University, “That’s right.”

“The cult has a lot of members there. Gonna be dealing with a lot of us. I figured that’s why you were going there at all, given who you are.”

The truth of the matter was that I had chosen the college completely on a whim. It just seemed like a good idea, even though it was kind of in the middle of nowhere. They accepted my application without trouble and fairly quickly too.

A sudden blast of **** metal erupted from Makenzie’s chest, making me remove my hand and nearly jump into the air. Her reaction was far more casual, reaching down into her cleavage with her black-nailed fingers and retrieving a phone.

“One sec, it’s my friend,” she explained and then answered it.

She started talking and I took this opportunity to get another glance at my notebook. I didn’t want the dark beauty to think I had lost interest, though, so I reached over with my right hand and began fondling her again as I read.

III. The sperm of Jack Oswald Lantern is a goth’s communion wine, a sacred and precious commodity that is delicious and satisfying to consume. Though a goth’s chest is his to enjoy as he pleases, if he wishes to partake in any other part of a goth’s form, it will likely require him give unto them his divine seed to drink either before or after the act.

That was pretty strange, but the boner in my pants told me it was also really hot. The next commandment had a star in the margin and turning my attention back to the introductory paragraph reminded me that this meant it was a commandment that the goths wouldn’t know about but would still obey. That was weird.

*IV. Continual stimulation of a goth’s chest will gradually build up within them a desire to drink Jack Oswald Lantern’s communion seed. Though ordinarily a goth would not think to partake in his sperm without being offered or a deal has been struck in accordance with the third commandment, interactions with their chest will eventually bring them to a state of desperation wherein they will invariably beg for his cream regardless.

I glanced over at Makenzie, she was still on the phone, chatting with her friend, “Yeah, I’m telling you, he’s the real deal. Jack Lantern is sitting next to me and fondling me right now.” I did notice with interest that her cheeks were slightly flushed, and her breathing was getting a little labored. Was this because I was groping her so much? Was she already building up desperation like the commandment seemed to imply?

A quick glance at my phone told me that there was still plenty of time before we arrived at Autumn Ridge, and my stiffy was threatening to tear a hole in my jeans if I didn’t do something about it… or get my new friend to do something about it.