Total pages in book: 23
Estimated words: 22478 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 112(@200wpm)___ 90(@250wpm)___ 75(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22478 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 112(@200wpm)___ 90(@250wpm)___ 75(@300wpm)
“It’s time,” Michael says as he looks at the bus.
“Can you even fit in there?” Leo asks with a laugh.
“I bet he can if he sticks his head out the window,” Oliver adds.
I know the boys are going to miss us too, but they show it in their own way.
“Have fun,” Layla says as she gives me a big hug. “Send us postcards.”
“Call us when you can,” Tara says as she squeezes me next.
We’re all crying by the time I let them go. Well, the girls are anyway. The guys are giving each other awkward hugs and trying not to make eye contact.
They watch as we step into the skoolie and start the engine.
We’ve been waiting a long time to do this. Our three little birdies—Felicity, Arthur, and Wendy—have all grown up and moved out of the house.
We can finally leave on our adventure of a lifetime.
“Bye!” I shout as I stick my head out the window as Michael starts driving the bus off the ranch. “We’ll see you in the fall!”
They all wave back and wish us well on our journey.
The sadness turns to excitement as soon as we’re on the road. I’ll definitely miss those four, but I’ll have Michael all to myself for six months. I can’t wait.
“So, Mr. Sexy Bus Driver,” I say as I sit on his lap. “When are we going to make our first stop to test out that new bed?”
He lets out a possessive growl and puts on his hazard lights.
“Here?” I ask with a laugh.
He turns the engine off, picks me up, and brings me to the back of the bus.
“We’ll be lucky if we get to Canada by fall at this rate,” I say as he tosses me onto the bed.
I open my legs as he hovers over me, hiking my skirt up to my waist. “At least we’ll have a fun time getting there.”
My laugh turns into a deep moan as I feel his long hard cock sliding deep into my pussy.
“Oh, fuck,” I moan as he starts to thrust in and out, rocking my world and rocking the bus.
We’ll have to buy one of those bumper stickers that say ‘If this bus is a rocking, don’t come a knocking,’ at the next truck stop.
Something tells me we’re going to need it.
The End!