Directly in front of me was a young man of about eighteen. He had struck up a conversationwith a very pretty girl in a seat to his right and was loook...ng down at her talking excitedly when the bus suddenly jerked to a stop, knocking him into me.I was immedialetely concious of the large bulge in his tight jeans as it pressed against my lower stomach. The bus started up again, but instead of returning to his original position,the youth continued to lean into me. The feel of his if his cock. " I'm only doing what someone did for me allthose years ago," she said when I commented.The girl gave a small gasp and a bit more movement. When she mutteredsomething, it was a girl's voice, despite its hoarseness.Next, her eyes began to flicker and it looked like she was finallybeginning to wake up. "She'll probably be thirsty," said my mother "Whydon't you try giving her some water?"I looked at my mother, taken aback as I did not want to touch thischangeling, but she gestured irritably. "Go. She had already tested herself around friends, experimented and tried various things. She found she didn’t really like anal, she wasn’t a slut, but she did like attention. For some reason, Victoria felt amazing when she knew she was turning someone on. When she could almost feel their arousal it made her feel invigorated. She had recently read an erotic story online about someone being an “Exhibitionist” and playing with themselves in public. The story had been from a male’s perspective but she. ”I turned. He wasn’t bad looking. In fact, he was kind of hot. Thick shoulders and a trim waist. I was pretty sure the guys Scott hung out with played hockey, so it made sense that they’d be athletic. He had short dark hair and a smooth face and one of his eyebrows was marred by a scar, separating it into two.“You look… Damn. You look like I’m not the first one to find you. Bonnie, right?”“Yeah, Bonnie. Or Bunny,” I said with a shrug, backing away warily. I hadn’t been able to outrun the first.