Encourage Jamie without knowing the ramifications

"Thank you, Michael," Jamie said, beaming at him. "You don't have any idea what you comparing me to Tinkerbell means."

For the second time in a minute, Michael was acutely aware of how true this was, but it was too late now, and contented himself with smiling up at her and her hard, exposed nipples.

"So... do you think I should act a bit more like Tinkerbell?" She smiled hopefully at him, and gently waggled her breasts in front of him as she asked.

Here goes nothing. "Yeah, go for it," he said.

"Okay then," she takes a deep breath. "Well... I guess the first step should be to just fuck you," she says, abruptly lowering herself onto his cock. Between his unusual production of lube, and her copious juices, she slid on completely effortlessly.

"Fuck, god. Do you know how much I've wanted to just fuck you without asking?" she said to Michael. "I'm horny all the time, but I felt like I had to wait and ask nicely if I wanted to treat a boy like a person. I want us to be friends, but you have no idea how happy I am that you're good with me just using your penis too. I'm going to be fucking you much more often now!" She humped on his cock.

She leaned closer to Michael's ear, and whispered. "Don't worry, slut, I know you must be close. Just feed my pixie cunt all of your cum," she murmured. She licked his earlobe as her pussy gently squeezed in on his cock-head.

Michael groaned, and felt himself erupt into Jamie for a second time, this time into her steaming wet sex. He felt the semen start to spill out over his lap, down his balls and legs, onto the table.

Jamie smiled at him impishly. "That was nice! You filled me right up." She continued to hump him slowly. "Um," she hesitated, panting slightly, "I'm still sort of feeling this out. I'd love to be more like Tinkerbell, but I think I might need a bit of help figuring out how."

Michael wasn't sure how far this would end up going, but it was a bit difficult to back out now, and things were going okay so far. "Uh, y-yeah!" he said. "I'll do my best."

Jamie smiled down on him. "You're the best friend ever!" she says, and clasps him close. Cum squelched out of her as she sat on his cock, and pulled his face in for a kiss. Her tongue pushed its way into his mouth as she squeezed on his member from deep inside. He felt her clench warmly on him, and she moaned loudly into his mouth.

She broke the kiss with a pant. "Good boy," she said to him, smiling. "Uh... so, Tinkerbell. You were saying about my clothes..." she nodded to Michael.

"I think you could show more of your body if you wanted to," Michael said, tentatively.

Jamie nodded, and thought for a moment. "I don't have the right kind of clothes to dress like her. None of my clothes are right. Maybe I could get new ones... but for now, do you think I should just go naked?"

Michael was beginning to get a bit concerned about Jamie's pre-occupation with Tinkerbell. Obviously, it represented some sort of potential role-model in a way that he would never have guessed. At the same time, he had obviously lit some sort of fire. It wasn't something he was just going to be able to put out, but at the same time he had no idea what Tinkerbell was actually like now.

He thought about his wording carefully. "I think your body is sexy," he said, "but what do you think Tinkerbell would do?"

Jamie thought for a second, and nodded. "Right. Tinkerbell doesn't mind going naked, but she likes to show off with some clothes." She thought a moment longer. "And she likes to improvise. Get my scissors from my bag," she tells you abruptly.

Jamie climbed off of Michael's lap, and let him up so that he could kneel down to her bag. After a moment, he found a pair of scissors. He started to kneel up, when Jamie gently grabbed his head and pulled it between her legs.

"Gotcha!" she said playfully. "Why don't you treat yourself to some pussy for being such a helpful boy?"

Jamie was gentler than Michael's sister was, rocking playfully towards his mouth. He licked as their combined fluids oozed out of her, messily sliding over his face and the table. After a few minutes of him licking her folds, she moaned and pulled his nose into her. With a loud groan, a new flush of fluids ran over his face.

After a minute, Jamie tapped Michael gently on the back. He knelt up and looked to her, her breasts still exposed.

"Tinkerbell," she said by way of explanation. "You didn't think I'd make you cum in my pussy without giving you a reward, did you?" She looked at him lovingly. "You look so pretty like this."

"Anyway," Jamie continued, "Could you pull up my leggings, but then cut away everything but the actual legs? It won't look the neatest, but I don't think Tinkerbell would ever wear anything between her legs: it would just get in the way. Oh, and if I put on my shirt, could you cut off everything an inch above the nipple? I want everyone looking at my Tinkerbell titties," she enthused.

Michael had the feeling that he had created a monster.