You find a seat.

You look at the empty seat next to the old man staring out the window and feel that that might be the best choice as you make your way down the aisle.

The bus begins to move and you almost fall.

"Oh." you say as you feel someone's hand on your ass. You quickly turn around but don't see who groped you. Was it the Goth guy you wonder as you realize that every guy on the bus is checking you out in your sexy little outfit.

You're just about sit down next to the old man when a voice from the back of the bus calls put, "Come back here we have more room!"

You look up to see one of the three guys motioning you to join them.

Still carrying your bag you make your way towards the back of the bus and feel another hand slap your butt.

"Hey!" you yell turning to see no one.

Finally you sit down between the guys in the back. They appear to be in their mid twenties and are in very good shape. They look like surfers.

One of them takes your bag and holds it on his lap.

"Thanks." you say as you cross your long legs.

The guys take a moment to look over your voluptous teen body and then one of them asks, "Where are you headed?"

"I'm going to the beach." you answer remembering your bikini and that you still had a towel and some tanning oil left in the bag from a couple of weeks ago.

The men quickly look at each other and one of them says smiling,"Us too."

"Great." you say as one of them pats your knee.

What happens when you get to the beach?