Surprisingly, she's cool with it.

Amy just gives Emma a wink and returns to typing on her laptop and checking her textbook. I can't help but let out a sigh of relief.

I sit there awkwardly, naked, tiny cock hard as a rock, and with a topless buxom blonde hanging onto my arm in a blatant public display of affection. It takes a while before I realize that Amy and Natasha, aside from the occasional glance at Emma and I to enjoy our predicament, aren't actually asking us to do any work or complaining about our lack of work.

I can't help but relax a bit at that revelation. Maybe Amy and Natasha are throwing me and Emma a bone and doing the group science report themselves as trade-off for me and the buxom blonde entertaining their sadism.

Now that I can stop and smell the roses, I notice it's a pretty nice day. The sun is shining in a clear blue sky and it feels nice on my bare skin. There's the faintest of breezes blowing through the park and I can hear birds chirping.

Seems Emma is of similar mindset. She lets go of my arm to stretch her arms up over her head, leaning back on her seat a bit as the warm sunlight beats down on her pale skin. A smile involuntarily finds its way to my face at the sight of the now-relaxed girl's breasts wiggle atop her chest from the shudder at the apex of her stretch. She looks oddly natural like this... Her eyes droop a bit as the sunlight makes her sleepier. She kicks her sandals off and brings her now bare feet up onto the bench, leaving me curious what she's doing. I feel a blush come to my cheeks as Emma leans onto her side and rests her head in my lap. Her blonde locks tickle at my cock, which presses against the back of her head as she lays facing away from me. It doesn't look like she minds... or maybe her cornflower hair is too thick to really register my tiny, hard dick against her scalp?

I really can't help myself. She's too cute. It's like there's a little white bunny in my lap, demanding pets. I reach my hand up and start to gently scratch at her scalp and play with her hair. She lets out a contented moan, rubbing her cheek into my bare thigh to show her approval.

"Hey, George?" she mumbles tiredly.

"Yeah, Emma?" I whisper to the topless girl.

"I like you..."

I snort a bit at how silly that is. Despite sharing a science class all semester, I'd only really spoken to her for the first time today, but... Yeah, after all her support, I could definitely call her a friend, if one forged in fire. Maybe one I could work towards a relationship with someday? But as a skinny dork, that seems pretty farfetched. "I like you too, Emma. You're pretty, kind, gentle, cute, compassionate, busty, caring, lap-sized, patient, affectionate, understanding..."

She groans. "You wouldn't say that if you knew..."

What? I cock an eyebrow down at the blonde's head in my lap. "Knew what?" I whisper.

"Remember how I told Amy and Nat that my mom does laundry in bulk just like your mom?"

Seemed oddly specific, but I didn't think much of the defense at the time. I kinda figured she was just saying that to try and support me, but I didn't stop to wonder if it was actually true or not. "Yeah?"

"That's... not really the truth..."

What?

"The truth is..."