Helping Jamie explore her spritely side

A moment later, Michael had cut away all but the legs from Jamie's leggings, and turned her shirt into a ragged parody of a shirt, which really only covered her shoulders and the lower part of her collarbones. Her perky breasts, stiff nipples, and sopping pussy were exposed for all to see. Some semen dribbled wetly from her puffed up nether lips.

Jamie hopped up and down excitedly, like some sort of Manic Dream Pixie. Which seemed about right, given her newly unearthed Tinkerbell obsession.

"This is so great, Michael," she said, gleefully. She looked down momentarily, and with an impish smile, gently grabbed his cock head. "I'm going to get used to playing with this," she said, giving him a gentle squeeze.

Michael gave her a wary smile. But he had to admit that it was nice to see Jamie so happy. Not to mention essentially naked.

Jamie caught Michael's hesitancy. "Okay, Michael," she said. "Don't worry. You are my friend -- my best friend, I'd say now -- and I want to be open and generous to my friends, the way Tinkerbell is to hers. And it wouldn't be fair of me to just have my way with you without you being able to do anything. So if you like, you can play with me too."

That was a bit too vague for Michael. "Um, what do you mean?"

Jamie smiled at him. "Silly, I mean that you can play with my pussy and my tits, if you like! Or jack yourself off and jizz on me, if you need to cum but I'm busy doing something or someone else. Things like that, so long as it doesn't get in the way of whatever I'm doing."

"Oh, okay, thanks," Michael said, unsure how he felt about this sort of generosity. Still, happy to be given permission, he reached up and fondled Jamie's chest. She smiled impishly.

"There you go," she said, a gentle flush running down her chest. "Silly boy. Now, what next? This is getting me really excited," she said.

Uh oh, Micheal thought. After the marathon fucking in English class, increased libido or not, he thought he might want a bit of back-up handling this genie that he had let out of this bottle. Ignoring the mixed metaphor, he thought of how he could get help.

He thought of Jake, one of his and Jamie's mutual friends. "Let's find someone else to celebrate with. Why don't we find Jake?"

"Of course!" Jamie chirped. She grabbed Michael's hand. "Let's go find him."

Michael quickly stepped up his pace, awkwardly managing his bobbing erect member. Amazingly for a world where scant clothing was common, Jamie managed to turn a few heads as she ran down the hall. As she went, she took an experimental spank of another boy's butt.

After a moment, you found Jake. His eyes went wide as he looked to Jamie. He had lost his shirt, but still somehow had his trousers. "Woah, Jamie, what's up?"

Jamie smiled at him. "I'm turning over a new leaf, Jakey," she purred at him as she dug her hand into his jeans. "I'm not going to let my body get in the way of what I want any more," she said, rubbing her chest on his.

"O-okay," he said. "And what do you want, Jamie?"

"I want your cum dripping off me," she said, grasping his member beneath his underwear. "But I still want to be your friend, so I'll give you a choice. You don't have to have your cock out if you don't want: I can jerk you off in your pants instead. Or you can stand facing me, real close to me so that hardly anyone can see me milking you for your cum. Or you can stand back a bit if you like, so that you don't get any of your cum on you at all. What do you say?"

Jake looked to Micheal. "Is this for real?" He turned to Jamie. "You know you can just suck my cock if you want to **** me to cum for you, right?"

"Ssshhh," Jamie says, kissing Jake lightly on the lips. "Don't talk back to me like that, silly boy. Just tell me what you'd prefer."