Toward the back of the bus

There doesn't seem to be much choice to make - the only seats not already occupied are toward the back of the bus. Natalie makes her way back there, passing pairs of girls wedged into seats who smile awkwardly at her, ignore her for their own conversations, or avert their eyes as she passes. Finding a totally empty seat, she slides in toward the window, putting her bookbag at her feet. She looks out the window as the bus lurches into motion, the raucous laughter of some of the boys surrounding her.

As they drive, though, she hears another sound: faint moaning. Looking around for the source of it, her eyes widen. Across the aisle from her and one seat back, a tall, broad-shouldered boy with sandy hair is nuzzling into the neck of his girlfriend, a skinny Black girl with an Afro and a crop top. More startlingly, the girl's short shorts and panties are lying on the seat next to her, her legs open and shaved pussy on display as the boy gently fingers her clit and kisses her right above her red band.

"C'mon, Josie," the boy's saying. "Just pull it out and climb on..."

"B-Brad!" the girl gasps, squirming. "Here? N-Now?"

"Why not? The bus isn't going that fast..."

"Everyone will s-see!"

"And? You've got a red band on, they know you're mine!" He pinches one of her nipples roughly, and she moans. "Come on, Josie, don't make me walk into Bridge Year with a hard-on. You know it's your job...besides, it's good luck to take a load on your first day of school..."

"Oooh! Th-that sounds...made-up..."

"Do you care?" Brad slips a finger inside her and Josie moans softly, shaking her head.

"N-not really...no..."

"Well, c'mon, then. Be a good girl." Josie nods frantically and leans over to undo his pants.

{if Sluttery > 50}Nat watches, grinning, when suddenly her view is blocked by a body.{elseif Sluttery > 40}Nat bites her lip hard, willing herself to look away, and is just about to manage it when her view is blocked by a body.{else}Nat blushes and looks away quickly. Just then, someone steps up beside her.{endif} "Mind if I sit here?"

The speaker is a broad-shouldered boy with light tan skin, dark eyes, and curly dark hair. He's wearing jeans and some high school's letterman jacket over a t-shirt. He doesn't really wait for an answer as he slides into the seat, though Nat nods anyway. "How ya doing. I'm Zack," he says.

"I'm...Natalie," Nat says, clearing her throat.

"Nice to meet you, Natalie," Zack says. {if Slut_Clothes=True}He reaches over and, as casually as if he were shaking her hand, pulls her tank top down and slips his hand into her bra's cup. Nat gasps in shock and (if she's honest) a hint of pleasure as he squeezes her breast.{endif} "{if Slut_Clothes=True}Nice tits. {endif}I'm on the football team. Gonna support us at the games?"

"Uh...I g-guess so," Nat stammers. He's pretty dreamy{if Slut_Clothes=True}, and the way he's rolling her nipple between his fingers is sending shivers down her spine{endif}.

"Good girl! {if Prude_Clothes=True}You know, it's rare to see a girl dressed like you are sitting in the back of the bus."

Nat flushes and looks away from him, adjusting the collar on her shirt to ride slightly higher. "Yeah, well, it was the only seat."

"Sure," Zack chuckles. "That's what everyone says. It's all about deniability for some people, right?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well, I mean...the way you're dressed...could be that you're not interested in having fun. Could be that you are interested in having fun, and get off on this. Or could be..." He taps his fingers to his lips. "Could be that you think you aren't interested in having fun, but your subconscious knows better. So you dressed deliberately, but then found your way back here. Where you're meant to be."

{if Sluttery < 20}Nat wants to hide. "I-I-I just wanted a seat," she whispers.

"Sure," he says.{elseif Sluttery <40}Nat bites her lip. "I did dress deliberately," she says firmly.

"Sure," he says.{else}Nat turns to him and gives him your best smirk. "Wouldn't you like that to be the case," she says softly. Teasingly.

"Oho. She can talk back. I like that," Zack says with a grin.{endif} "But don't you think maybe you're meant to be here?" He winks at her. "Good girl...looking to experiment..." He leans in close and gestures at his tented pants. "You know, if you want to experiment with me, that's ok by me..."{elseif Normal_Clothes=True}You seem like a real team player." He grins and leans back against the seat. "So...first day...and you chose to sit back here."

Nat shrugs. "It was the only seat open."

"Really. And that -" he jerks his head over to where Josie is now bouncing up and down on Brad's cock, forearms braced on the seat back in front of her, moaning quietly. "- didn't give you any pause?"

{if Sluttery > 40}Nat smirks. "I can handle a little rough play," she says.

"I bet you can," he breathes.{elseif Sluttery >20}Nat shrugs. "Not really my business."

"Mmm. True," he says.{else}Nat blushes. "Yeah, I...didn't see that."

Zack laughs. "Ok, fair," he chuckles.{endif} Then he smiles at her. "So, you look the clean-cut, girl-next-door type...does that mean you're looking to experiment? Because..." he nods toward his slightly tented pants. "I think I've got something you could experiment with. If you're interested."{elseif Slut_Clothes=True}You're definitely gonna be popular with the team if this is how you dress." He pinches her nipple sharply, and Nat can't help but let out a little yelp. "So, slut...you sat in the back of the bus, and you're dressed like a whore. You really like dick, huh?"

{if Sluttery < 20}"N-no!" Natalie stammers. "I - I mean...I do{if Virgin=True}...or I think I do...{endif} but that's not why I...I...I'm here..."{elseif Sluttery < 40}Natalie bites her lip as he rolls her nipple again. "I...I mean...that's not really any of your business..."{elseif Sluttery < 50}Natalie groans wantonly as he plays with her nipple. "I...mmmm, I - I'm known to enjoy dick...occasionally..."{else}Natalie feels her legs spreading almost of their own accord as he tugs on her nipple, and her head hits the back of the seat as she turns to look at him with hazy, hooded eyes. "Fuck yeah, I do," she breathes.{endif}

{if Sluttery < 50}Zack chuckles. "Oh, sure, sure. {if Sluttery < 40}Definitely not my business...but, you know...since you're back here and dressed like this...you may as well have some fun, right? I won't tell on you." He winks. "{else}In that case, let me give you something you'll enjoy... {endif}Just go on and open my pants there..." He gestures at his tented trousers.{else}Zack grins. "Good little slut. Get my dick out and get to work, then."{endif}{else}If you're seeing this, you should be doing this in "Game Mode" - sorry!{endif}