Let Tyler do as he pleases

You sit still, letting Tyler stroke your girlfriend's knee as he talks to her. Casually, still not even glancing at you, he raises his arm, wrapping it around her waist as he pulls her in close to him. He pulls Caoimhe in so close that her leg ends up sitting on top of his leg. With one hand, he slowly begins to stroke her stomach through her school shirt, the other hand stroking her inner thigh. Caoimhe's silent at this point, looking at the ground as she tries to avoid blushing. Tyler chuckles softly, amused. Her left leg now hanging over Tyler's leg has given you the faint look at her panties, which you focus on, not willing to look up and risk meeting Caoimhe's eyes.

"You'd really, really like it," Tyler breaths softly into her ear. "Think about it, working with a bunch of big, muscly, sweaty men... I'm sure Jack wouldn't mind, right?"

At this point, Tyler's gaze finally meets yours, and he spots what you're looking at. Smirking, he pulls Caoimhe's skirt up a little more, giving you a peak at her underwear. She's wearing a simple pair, striped with pinks of varying degrees between bright pink and white. You can't tell, but it's possible she's a little moist. You bite your lip at the sight, feeling your cock harden in your pants.

"She can do what she wants," you answer. "I don't own her."

"No, you're right, you don't have any control over her," Tyler nods. "She's her own woman. So, will you give us a hand, Caoimhe?"

Tyler begins moving his log, positioning it so his knee rubs against Caoimhe's panties under the skirt. He slowly rubs back and forth, as Caoimhe can only try to suppress her whimpers. As you watch, you slowly rub your hard cock against the underside of the table, feeling the urges of pleasure running through him.

"OK," Caoimhe says. "I'll do it."

"I'm glad," Tyler says, grinding his knee against your girlfriend's panties. "Thanks, Caoimhe. I'll talk to you later, I need to bounce."

Tyler slides away from Caoimhe, standing up. He flashes her a grin, before cheekily winking at you, and walking off. You look at Caoimhe, who smiles weakly at you. Her face is flush, her breathing heavy, and she hurries to close her legs again once Tyler leaves.

"Do... do you want to get lunch?" Caoimhe asks you, her voice shy and timid.

"Sure, let's do it," you say.

With that, you walk away, feeling a mixture of aroused and embarrassed. You wonder how this relationship with Caoimhe will develop with this new change. Whether the future's bad or good, your stay in the school has been pretty terrific. You really have to thank your parents for sending you here some day. The food's average, the teachers aren't the nicest, the schoolwork is hard, but dammit, none of that matters, because the odds are really in your favor here.