"Did I say 100, I actually meant 80," Cassie's voice rang out again. Iknew she was right, school had been hard, but I loved talking withpeople. IQ was...'t a sign of happiness or ability, just some dumb test.Thinking wasn't my best trait, but I always had lots of friends aroundto help me. I began to smile broadly thinking about all the cool peoplein the audience that I could meet.Cassie was talking to the audience again, something about volunteers.She brought three guys to the stage and made them. The driver of the car was a small guy. He was Caucasian with Sandy blond hair maybe about 5' 5" tall and at most a 120 pounds. He had absolutely no hair on his body except for the top of his head or at least it looked like that.As we drove, we began to make small talk in his car. I learned that we both were students at the same University. We had never ran into each other because he was a dance and fashion major Those were 2 subjects I had never learned anything about. I also learned that his. .. the chance of getting caught always makes it so much more exciting. at the next stop a guy, probably a few years older than me, boards the bus and sits on the seat across the aisle. he looks over and i follow his gaze as he checks me out...my strappy sandals...my crossed legs. he pauses on my hardened nipples visible through my shirt. i imagine what he is thinking and will him to look at me in the eye. he gives me a knowing smile. before i know it the bus pulls in at the interchange and i. .." she said quietly as she kept scrolling. She stopped and clicked on an image, opening the movie on the screen."This looks like fun!" she exclaimed. The title: Sister Gets Her Pussy Pounded.My cock was hard before she sat down and was even harder now.As the movie started I felt her hand massaging the back of my neck. Her other hand was on my thigh and starting slowly moving from my knee to my crotch, stopping just short of my cock, back and forth."She pretty hot, don't you think?" she.