Sure

If that didn't sound like an invitation, he didn't know what was.

Matt reached across the bus bench and grabbed one of Cassandra's tits in each hand. They felt soft and squishy. He'd spent a lot of time imagining how tits would feel but this was different, somehow wonderful. Now, if only Cassandra would reciprocate by grabbing his dick, he would be completely happy.

She jerked from his grasp. "What the hell?"

"You did say you wanted me--"

She slapped him. "Get the hell away from me you pervert. If I want to get mauled, I'll go home and let my father do it."

She stomped down the aisle of the bus and sat next to the bleached-blond, leaving Matt alone. That conversation had started so well. At least, though, he knew what tits felt like. It wasn't a total loss... unless Cassandra called the cops on him or something.