Todd was a Vietnam veteran, recently back from the war. He was going to college on the GI bill. He had taken a part-time job driving a school bus. He had a high school route and a grade school route in the morning, then he had his classes. After class, he had the same routes going home, only the grade school route followed by the high school route. Then he usually would have the opportunity to take one of the rural special routes, for the high school students who had after-school activities, such as athletics, cheer, band, etc. This was a longer route than his regular routes, but it paid time and a half, and Todd didn't mind the extra bucks.
One particular afternoon he was driving the rural specials. He was almost finished, and there were only three students left to drop off; Rex, the football player, Rhonda the cheerleader, and Abby, the volleyball player. He dropped Rex off and then headed down the long empty stretch of gravel road to drop the girls off. Their families lived within half a mile of each other, the only houses for miles.
Then he smelled it...the unmistakable odor of burning marijuana. He pulled the bus over and walked to the rear to investigate.
Rhonda and Abby were pretty high and didn't realize that Todd was standing there watching them giggling. Rhonda was seventeen, a junior on the cheer squad. Abby, a senior, was eighteen, the volleyball captain.
Todd loudly cleared his throat.
"You know that stuff is illegal," he said with a stern look.
"Oops!" giggled Rhonda. Abby didn't say anything, but he could tell she was worried.
"I should report this," he continued.
"Mr. Todd, please don't!" Abby pleaded. "If we get reported, I'll get suspended and dropped from volleyball! And Rhonda will get booted off the cheer squad!"
Rhonda then piped up, "Please, Mr. Todd! Please don't report us!"
She then spread her legs, "accidentally" flashing him a shot of her young cameltoe peeking out from her white panties.
"Hand me the pipe!" Todd demanded.
Abby handed him the small pocket-sized pipe they'd been toking from. A tiny wisp of smoke wafted from the bowl. To their surprise, he raised the mouthpiece to his lips and took a toke.
"Now I've got the evidence and your weed. And I don't think anybody's gonna take your word over mine that you saw me smoke!"
They each made half-hearted attempts to grab the pipe, pressing boobs against him. It was Abby who noticed his cock stiffening against his shorts.