Ask Jamie about her clothes

Michael was thinking about how Jamie was jilling herself with her leggings down, when something about her struck him.

"Jamie, I hope you don't mind me asking," he said, tentatively. "But is there a reason why you wear leggings and a shirt instead of baring your breasts and your pussy?"

Jamie's face turned red. Again, not embarrassment: this time anger... or was there a hint of embarrassment there? "M-my leggings are down now, aren't they?" She stopped jilling herself.

"Y-yes," he continued. He began to regret bringing up the subject, and tried to figure out how to get through safely, thinking of he you should word things for this world. "B-but wouldn't it be easier not to wear any at all, so that they don't get in the way of you fucking penises in class?"

"Penises!" Jamie laughed bitterly. "I'd settle for one penis. My classes all have more girls than boys in them, and I'm not a bossy enough bitch to nab a boy in any of them. Your cock is the only one I get to play with all day, apart from the odd fuck during group-work." She started to idly stroke Michael's erect member.

Hmm. "Okay, but you still don't have to wear your leggings. Or your shirt. All the bossiest girls in my classes wear almost nothing. My sister just wears black socks, and I think the only reason why she wears those is because the way cum shows on them."

Jamie turned to look away. "My tits aren't big enough," she says. Her voice betrayed a hint of much bigger emotions under the surface.

Oh shit, Michael thought. This felt big. "... I like them," he said.

Jamie looked to him angrily. "Of course you'd say that," she spat. "Don't say things just to make me feel better."

"Why do you think I'm just saying that?" Michael asked.

"Because I'm nice to you, not like the other girls who just treat you like a penis to use without asking or talking to you at all."

Michael decided not to bring up her apparent arrangement with him. "Could you show them to me? Your tits?" he asked as gently as he could.

Jamie looked to Michael distrustfully, but lifted her shirt to show off her breasts. "Take off your shirt, please," he said, encouraging her softly.

This was far from the first set of breasts he'd seen on display today, and it wasn't even the first time he'd seen Jamie's breasts today. But the sight of his friend topless in front of him, combined with his rules about the refractory period, soon had his cock oozing with pre-cum. Michael felt himself smile at her.

Jamie looked to Michael with something like pleasant surprise. "You really do like looking at them, you slut," she said, quietly but casually.

"I do," he replied.

"But they're small," she said, cupping them as if to demonstrate. Michael felt himself ooze more pre-cum from his cock-head.

"Yours are a sexy size," Michael said. "You look like Tinkerbell."

Something about that struck a chord in Jamie, and her eyes went wide. "What did you say," she said, her voice low. It occurred to him belatedly that he didn't know what Tinkerbell was actually like in this world.

Fuck. Oh well, in for a penny. "I think you're as sexy as Tinkerbell."

Jamie's eyes started to well up. She climbed on top of the table, her leggings pulling down underneath the cafeteria stool as she straddled Michael for a hug. Michael's cock was pushed back towards his torso as Jamie's crotch approached him.

"Oh Michael," she said, sobbing and holding him tight. "That's the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me!" As she clutched him tight, she unconsciously rocked her pussy lips back and forth over the length of his cock, spreading her juices over it.

She pulled away, her eyes red but smiling, and sniffled. "I'm so happy," she said, perching herself up to a high kneel, towering over him slightly in his sitting position. Her perky breasts were right about his eye level, and her nipples were jutting out, hard as diamonds. Michael was acutely aware that her pussy was positioned directly over his rock-hard, aching cock.