Michelle watched the little scene between Karl and Josie unfold from the other side of the moderately sized common area. James had, surprisingly, abandoned her to go outside and bum a smoke from Ashley, which was also a minor relief - - except it also wasn't. The bosomy redhead bit her lip to stifle a small whimper.
Michelle was rolling her balls off, literally, and everything felt good in her highly sensitive new body. However, James's constant groping, pinching, petting, and grinding on her had put her in the highly awkward place of wanting him to either fuck off entirely or just rip her clothes off and fuck her on the sofa in front of everyone and get it over with. Truthfully, she was kind of pissed Karl hadn't picked her. First James and now Karl had passed her over in favor of Josie. It was highly frustrating. After all, she was at least a little curious what it would be like to have a big hard dick up inside her, pounding away. After all, it would be okay to try it, just for tonight, y'know, because she was a chick now - - she was smoking hot and totally fuckable, it would be normal.
Michelle realized she was breathing more heavily, slightly clenching and unclenching her thighs as her tiny hands fluttered about, making unnecessary adjustments to her dress. if from across a great space until she realized it was someone only a few feet away. "Uh, hey, you okay? Your, like, your dress is like, well - - " The voice trailed off and Michelle realized Omar was talking to her. Chet and Bree were on the video game couch playing some sort of fighting game. Bree was kicking his ass.
"W-what did you say, Omar?" Michelle said breathily. She had been drifting away until he brought her back. She felt oddly grateful.
"Are you okay? I mean, your dress?" Omar kind of nodded deferentially and pointed with his goateed chin. Michelle looked down and realized that she was breathing so heavily, and her dress was so tight, that her right breast had popped up and out, exposing her rosy pink nipple which was very hard and pointing right at him. Her dress only had one sleeve, rising up to cover the left arm, shoulder, and tit - - but it was cut super low on the right which had led to her little wardrobe malfunction.
Michelle let go with a little trill of laughter. She was embarrassed and yet completely uncaring. Omar dry washed his hands and then tented his fingers nervously, "I, uh, well, uh, I didn't meant to, well, you know, look, y'know, but, uh, I, uh, thought you'd want to know!" The poor guy was so nervous he was practically stuttering, finishing in a breathless squeak. Michelle just looked down at the most perfect breast she had ever seen and its puffy pink nipple, and smiled. She had a wicked idea.
"Why don't you put it away for me?" Michelle purred, thrusting her shoulders back and tits out even further.
"O-o-okay," Omar swallowed hard and took hold of the heavy white breast dusted with freckles in one huge hand, nearly, but not quite big enough to handle it all at once. He grabbed the front of her dress with the other and suddenly pulled her close, not trying to be forceful with her, just excited and perhaps misjudging his grip.
Either way Michelle gasped a little, finding it somewhat excited her to feel that level of overwhelming strength used upon her. Omar was no powerhouse, but he was tall with big shoulders and big hands, and she was light and pliant and flexible. Omar squeezed her tit, making the most of the opportunity, as he tucked it back into her dress, and Michelle discovered she liked that too. His touch was different from James's, hesitant, yet firm once he committed to it, and never cruel or forceful.
Michelle decided the gangly guy with the owl eyes deserved a reward. She leaned in and kissed him, opening up her mouth to wrestle tongues with him, laying her palms flat against his broad, gaunt chest. Shocked at first, it didn't take him long to warm up to the idea.
James came in the back door cussing, a scowl on his face, snarling something back at Ashley who was had decided to stay outside. "Yeah? Well, forget I ever fucking said anything! Why in the hell would I want you back anyhow?!" Omar broke free of their embrace and left Michelle standing by herself so fast that she actually stumbled a little.
James smirked a little and pointed at her chuckling. "W-what?" Michelle said, realizing she had let her sensations and sudden insecurities sweep her away. She had just almost foolishly pissed James off. Luckily, he hadn't seen anything, though his eyes remained curiously fixed on her now. She smiled and tried to play the part he had picked for her, "Uh, w-what is it, baby?"
"Need to put your funbag up, sweetness," James made a cupping motion with one hand in front of his chest, "I'm not ready for you yet."
"Huh?" Michelle said stupidly before she looked down. Her tit, the big pink nipple aching harder than ever, had popped free again. Chet sniggered in amusement, his attention drawn from the game by James's mention of a "funbag." Bree executed a triple combo against him while he was distracted.
James sidled up from behind and hugged her as Michelle got herself situated once more. She could feel his erection tenting out the front of his jeans, prodding her in the ass. The material of her outfit was so thin it felt almost as if she had nothing on at all. Michelle decided she really was starting to hate this dress.
