Sophie got to her bus stop ten minutes early, as she did most days. She hated being late anytime, but this morning would have been especially bad. It was the last day of her junior year, and the last day that Charlie Parsons would be her bus driver. He had been driving her and her friend Willow since the eighth grade and had grown to be not just their driver but also a good friend.

She smiled when she saw that Willow was already there. Will was often late, sometimes sprinting to catch the bus before Charlie pulled away. Not that he really would leave her behind, although he had threatened to a few times. “First time you’ve beat me here all year,” Sophie joked. “And this is the first time I’ve seen you wear a skirt to school since ... eighth grade?”

“Ninth, I think,” Willow replied.

“I think it’s the same one, based on how short it is,” Sophie giggled. “Damn girl, you think Mrs. Dawkins is gonna let you wear something that short?”

“Nobody gets kicked out of school on the last day,” Willow smiled. “Too much other stuff going on.”

“Guess you’re wearing it for Charlie?” Sophie asked.

“Of course. You know how much he likes lookin’ at our legs. What about you? You’re not gonna chicken out on our surprise, are ya?”

“C’mon,” Sophie grinned, “we both know he’s a dirty old man. He’ll love it.”

Charlie smiled as he turned off Rte. 84 onto Tanner Lane, where his two favorite riders were waiting. He called them his ‘country girls’ because they lived the furthest from school. Another half-mile east and they would have been in another county, and he would never have enjoyed the pleasure of having their company for the last four years. Because their bus stop was so far out, they were the first ones he picked up each morning and the last ones he dropped off in the afternoon. It took ten minutes or so before the next closest stop on his route, which meant he got to spend twenty minutes a day with just Sophie and Willow as his passengers.

At first, the two girls had been shy eighth-graders, keeping to themselves, whispering and giggling in the back of the bus, but gradually they moved toward the front, finally settling into the seats right behind him. After that, all the other kids knew those were Willow and Sophie’s seats and nobody else tried to sit there. That’s when Charlie gradually became more than just a bus driver; as Sophie said one day, he was their “naughty uncle who they could trust with any of their secrets”. They began telling him things they would never tell another adult.

Willow, a svelte raven-haired beauty with enchanting grey eyes, had turned out to be a potty-mouthed spitfire. Sophie, a full-bodied Swedish blond, was at first more demure, but Charlie had learned that her best friend would soon adapt anything Willow did.

Charlie opened the bus door, and the girls scampered on. Sophie sat in the seat right behind him, and Willow sprawled across the other front seat, her very short skirt sliding up far enough to give him a glimpse of the pink panties she was wearing just for him. He tried to ignore the display she was putting on as he put the bus in gear and continued on his route. “Just think, girls,” he said, trying to concentrate on his driving, “next year, you’ll have a new driver. I hope you like them.”

“C’mon Charlie,” Willow said, “you know seniors don’t ride school buses. It’s not cool.”

“So what are you gonna do?”

“I’m gonna work on my grandparent’s farm this summer,” Sophie said. “With what I already have saved up, I should be able to buy a car.”

“Aren’t you saving any for college?” Charlie asked.

Sophie laughed. “I’m not exactly college material.”

“Yeah,” Willow added, “she had to let Mr. Wilks play with her pussy while she jacked him off just to pass Algebra.”

“It wasn’t my pussy, it was just my boobs,” Sophie protested.

“So you gonna take Willow to school?” Charlie asked, trying to steer the conversation back away from sex. He knew the girls were just trying to embarrass him, and honestly, he didn’t mind.

“She better,” Willow said, “or I’ll have to go with Plan B.”

“I probably don’t want to know, but what is Plan B?” Charlie asked.

“I’m gonna find some good-lookin’ guy at school with a car and make him a deal. One blowjob a week for driving me,” Willow purred as she crossed her legs, putting all of her slim legs on display. It was times like this that made Charlie wonder how he had avoided driving his bus into a ditch for the four years they had been his passengers.

“You think you’re that good?” he teased her.

“She’s been practicing with big cucumbers,” Sophie said, laughing.

“You girls,” Charlie sighed.

A few months earlier, Willow had decided to see if she could shock or embarrass Charlie with detailed descriptions of her sex life, quickly followed by a lot of personal questions, which Charlie usually deflected with jokes. Soon, Sophie followed up with her confessions. Before long, Charlie had learned that Willow had lost her virginity a year earlier to Miles Miller, the star wide receiver on the football team, after he first taught her how to do a proper blow job. And quiet Sophie had told him, in much detail, of being deflowered when she was just fourteen, thanks to a more-than-kissing cousin who had been wrestling with her in the hayloft of her grandfather’s barn.

What neither girl realized was that their flirtatious behavior and confessions didn’t make him feel uncomfortable but instead only fueled his fantasies. One of his favorite nighttime pastimes was to watch videos on his favorite website, “School Bus Girls”. His favorite was one where the actresses resembled his favorite riders. Sometimes, he would mute the sound and let the voices of his ‘country girls’ take the place of the dialogue while images of Willow’s slim legs wrapped around his waist and Sophie’s plush lips sliding down his shaft superimposed over the pictures on his laptop.

“Admit it, Charlie, you’re gonna miss us when you’re down there in Florida, soaking up rays on the beach,” Willow said.

“I told you, I won’t spend much time on the beach. I’m going there to help my brother with the bar he just bought. It’s just a block off the beach, and he’s promised me lots of beer and bikinis.”

Charlie came to a stop in the left turn lane at Crown Avenue. Crown was a major highway, and when he hit it at the wrong time, like he had today, it could be a few minutes before he would get a green light. The girls knew that too, and they also knew that after he made the turn, the bus would start filling up with other students. Sophie turned to Willow and winked. It was time for the first part of their plan for Charlie while they still had the bus to themselves, and he didn’t have to watch the road.

“Charlie,” Sophie said, opening her backpack and pulling out a metal container. Mama and I made some brownies last night, and I saved some for you.”

He opened the tin just long enough to get a whiff of the rich chocolate. “Hmm, smells great. Thanks, sweetie.” He carefully secured his gift in the space between his seat and the side of the bus, where it wouldn’t slide around. He looked forward to having some of the treats after getting home. Of course, he had no idea that Sophie had stolen some of her granddad’s little blue pills, mashed them, and added them to the special batch of brownies she had made just for him.

Then Charlie heard Willow’s voice behind him.”I’ve got something you might like to smell too,” she purred.

He turned, and saw that his sexiest rider had one leg hanging over the handrail in front of her while her other foot was in the aisle between the front seats. Her widespread legs had forced her short skirt to slide almost to her waist. When she was sure she had his attention, she reached down and pulled her pink panties to one side, revealing her bare pubes.

“I shaved just for you,” she told him as she ran a finger down between her bare, puffy mounds and into the valley they concealed. Charlie could see a hint of her salmon-colored labia peeking out of her slit.

“Jesus Christ, girl, put that thing away before we all end up in jail,” he exploded. A honking horn alerted him to the fact that the light had changed, saving him from dealing with any more surprises from the naughty girls behind him.

Before the other passengers started boarding, Willow slid over next to Sophie, and they sat quietly behind him. They were a pair of innocent angels the rest of the way to school. When they arrived, the girls waited until everyone else got off before they got up. Willow went first, and just before she stepped off the last step, she paused and flipped the back of her skirt, giving the startled driver one more quick glimpse of her rose-colored panties. As Sophie passed by him, she leaned against his shoulder, letting him enjoy the pressure of one of her soft teenage breasts. She brought her mouth close enough to his ear that for a second, Charlie thought she might be going to tongue it, but instead she whispered, “We’ve got something special for you this afternoon.”

Those words echoed through his head as he tried to stick to his regular midday routine. He did some laundry, fixed lunch, watched some dumb game shows, then settled into his recliner for a brief nap before his afternoon trip. His cat settled into his lap. When people asked what his cat’s name was, he told them it was Lollie, but actually he had named her Lolita, after his favorite fictional character.

“You know, Lo, I hate to tell you this, but you’re only the second prettiest pussy I’ve seen today.”

Lolita didn’t care; she kept her purr-motor going as Charlie slept.

Charlie’s afternoon run started normally, even though it was the last day of the school year. He felt sorry for the drivers who had elementary and middle school students. They could get a little crazy the day before summer break started. His riders were older and calmer, even though he spotted a couple of paper airplanes flying around in the back of the bus.

Sophie and Willow took their seats behind him, quiet and subdued as usual when other kids were on the bus. It was only after the next-to-last stop, when only the three of them were left on the bus, that his ‘country girls’ came alive. Willow got up and moved toward the back of the bus. Sophie leaned forward and said, “We want you to make a little detour today.”

“You know I can’t do that,” Charlie said. Sophie’s warm breath in his ear caused him to shiver, just like when Lo licked him there.

“Sure you can,” the giggly blond said. “What are they gonna do, fire you? You’re already retired. Trust me, it’ll be worth it. Turn into that abandoned farm up ahead.”

“The old Tompkins place?”

“Yep. Drive behind the barn. Don’t worry, we’ve checked it out. Nobody can see us there, even in this big ole bus.”

He followed Sophie’s instructions, not sure what the girls had in mind but looking forward to it anyway. As he pulled behind the barn he wondered if they were just setting him up for some kind of silly prank, but when he glanced in the rear-view mirror he saw Willow lying on the back seat, the one that ran across the rear of the bus, and ... was she naked?