<i>"Sure, go right ahead. I won't bite, I promise,"</i>Jack grinned as he stuffed his duffle bag and pack in the compartment above them. He had to admit, the school splurged a bit on these buses they got. Old Greyhounds they may have been, but when you get these comfortable seats, there's no complaint. Roomy too, since the students didn't have to stow their stuff down between their legs.<br/><br/>Jack sat down next to Stacy, sighing as he took off his hat. Oh, how these seats were comfy. He looked at Stacy, an eyebrow raised a bit, but not enough to be noticeable. While she might not have been dressed for the outdoors, like what they'd be doing at this camp (at least, he speculated), but she was admittedly hot. He'd fuck her, given the chance.<br/><br/>Wait... Last name starting with B... Stacy Brown! That's right, he saw her in his history class! She was the one who had one of his novels with her, though he wrote them under the name Michael Anderson than his own. Security reasons and all that.<br/><br/>Still, it was food for thought.<br/><br/>Maybe sex with her would be possible.<br/><br/>"Hey, Stacy right? Stacy Brown? I remember you now, I tutored you when your history grades were dropping." Jack said, leaning his head back into his seat, looking her over. She had nice legs...<br/><br/>Still, Jack was tired, and if he could get some shut eye, he would. While Jack was a history tutor and a good enough student to get good grades, he was notorious for sleeping in class. Nothing would wake him up if he managed to doze off, not unless they pricked him in the hand with a really sharp pencil.<br/><br/>Though, her beauty might have been his downfall when his dick started to get hard. He hoped it wouldn't show through his pants, but he doubted it. Maybe it'd go away with sleep?<br/><br/>"Hey, you don't mind if I rest my eyes, right? I didn't get much sleep, and I kinda want to get a bit caught up on that before we get half way there."