I wave goodbye to my football buddies, most of which are milk boys like me or our boyfriends, and climb onto the bus, my big, engourged pecs bouncing under my tight croptop with each step. I look around the bus until I spot you... I don't recognize you, so you must be a new kid. I'm always trying to make new kids in school feel welcome, so I strut over, my big pecs brushing against my arms as usual. I put one of my big, muscular arms on the back of the seat and smile at you. mind if I sit?