Your boner, her feelings, her bad luck.

"It's okay."

His sudden two words caused Whitney to jump in surprise, her bra-clad breasts giving a mighty heave despite their industrial-grade support. "Iwasn'tstaring!" she blurt out.

"No, I mean, this... situation. It's okay. It's not your fault. It was just a lot of things coming together at once," Tom clarified, hoping that he was keeping his composure. In truth, no matter how calm he looked on the surface, his insides matched his throbbing, rock-hard, precum leaking erection. His heart was thumping in his chest and he felt light-headed from arousal.

"Oh..." Whitney mumbled, embarrassed and awkward. Her bespectacled brown eyes gazed down at an expanse of chocolate cleavage. Tom had an amusing thought that after oppressing them for so long, they were probably grateful for a bit of fresh air. "It really is my fault, though..."

"I really don't see how you're responsible for a cat's actions," Tom said.

"No..." Her plump lower lip stuck out in shame. "I'm a bad luck charm... A jinx."

Tom scoffed. "You really can't expect superstition to be responsible for me winding up naked in public like this." Saying he was publicly nude aloud like that caused a twitch to his erect dick.

"It's not superstition... Bad luck follows me everywhere... It's been that way ever since I was born..." She hefted her industrial grade bra-clad breasts up in her arms. "This isn't the first time I've burst my buttons in public or forgotten to wear panties to school..." Wait, she wasn't wearing panties? "I'm just sorry that I got you caught up in my misfortune this time... You didn't deserve it and now you're naked and hard and..."

"Stop!" If she kept going like that, he might cum! "I know my situation. I don't need reminding."

Whitney winced. "S-Sorry..."

There was several moments of awkward silence. "Why aren't you embarrassed?" she asked. "And why are you so, um... e-erected?"

She was looking away. Tom wished she would turn and stare. "I am. I just figure I'm safe with the coach helping us. Besides, I don't mind being naked around you. You're not going to hurt me. I'm twice your size, after all. In fact, shouldn't you be more worried? I'm naked and hard and bigger than you," Tom pointed out.

She looked up into Tom's eyes, a slight smile on her face that caused his heart to soften a bit. "No... You wouldn't do anything to me. You follow the rules, you're disciplined, and more importantly..." She gazed down, forlorn, at her expanse of breastflesh stuffed into her ill-fitting and ugly bra. "You wouldn't go for a girl like me... I'm just a shy, chubby nerd... I'm more sorry that you have to look at me in my bra than I am embarrassed that you can see it..."

Wow, this girl had some serious self-worth issues... She wasn't even all that chubby. Up close and without her shirt, Tom could see that she was plump and curvaceous, but she wasn't really fat. Rubenesque maybe. She definitely had a slight paunch and thick thighs, but with her wide, childbearing hips and enormous tits, she wasn't bad to look at if you liked curves. Tom was neutral. He could go for curves, but he wasn't going to say no to a thin supermodel. Both were good.

"I meant it, by the way. This isn't your fault. Of course, you weren't entirely wrong the first time. It's also okay for you to look."

"What?" Whitney's head raised and snapped to Tom...'s dick. It lingered for a moment before snapping back up to Tom's eyes