You decide that it's better to forgo something punky or flashy - practicality is all you need by this point. With Jack's balls in your hand, and your vagina cupped in his, the two of you begin to search around for skirts.<br/><br/>"It's hard to believe this is almost over," Jack admits, shaking his head. "We only met - what - an hour ago? And it feels like it's been longer."<br/><br/>"Even longer for me," you respond with a light laugh. "I've spent the entire morning literally half-naked, have been lead around by my pussy, had school supplies stuffed in me, got masturbated out in public, had a couple of awesome car-fucks...you have nooo idea what it's like. If you'd told me all of this would happen to me last night, I would have just as soon stayed in bed; now, though...now I kinda like all of this."<br/><br/>"If that's the case, why not eschew the skirt altogether?" Jack crooks his head to the side and smirks. He begins to actively stroke your inner walls, and you can't help but purr. "Let's just go out for a bite to eat, and then I can bring you back to campus."<br/><br/>"Welllll..." You pause and think - why not? At this point, having yourself this exposed no longer discomforts you<em>too</em>much. Hell, even now, people see you and Jack and can't help but stare - but instead of the squiggling mortification you'd felt not too long ago, you feel pride. You're<em>worth</em>being stared at. You're sexy and you know it. "Okay," you agree at last. "But we're here and I still think I should buy something. A new shirt, at least."<br/><br/>"Fair enough," Jack consents, bowing slightly, smirking. "If you want to do that, though, I propose a dare to you."<br/><br/>"Go on..."<br/><br/>"Ditch your blouse." He releases your vagina to cross his arms over his chest and grins at you. "The womens' section isn't too far from here - we get there and check out while you're completely exposed."<br/><br/>Before he's finished his sentence, you've released his balls and are already peeling the blouse off; your breasts get caught on the hem of the shirt before bouncing free, and once you've pulled the article over your head, you toss it over your shoulder, already forgotten. There's something so...<em>liberating</em>about this. The air is cold against your skin, and you shudder, just a little bit, before you wrap your fingers around Jack's balls again. He dips his own into your pussy once again, and the two of you approach the women's section.<br/><br/>As you get close, Jack releases you once more, but you don't return the favor; instead, you lead him right past it, being careful not to tug on his balls for fear of hurting him. He fixes you with a confused look, and you jerk your head towards the men's section with a light grin on your face. "Come on; if we're going to do this, we're doing it with style."<br/><br/>It doesn't take long to reach your destination, nor does it to find the perfect shirt: it's folded up on a shelf bordering the aisle, marked down to about fifteen bucks. You have forty dollars to your name (and inside your pussy), and with tax, the shirt would knock out about half of that. You figure, distantly, that you could use the rest of that to treat yourself and Jack to an inexpensive lunch or something. You pick it up and admire it: it's a white, long-sleeved dress shirt, complete with the button-down front.<br/><br/>With your purchase in hand, you and Jack make towards the cash register; as you approach it, you see that a young man maybe a couple years older than you is manning the counter, staring off into empty space, eyes half-shut. You also realize that you still have your money inside you; you know that walking up to the man alone would wake him up, but maybe it'd be fun to spice things up even more. You can<strong>hide and pull the money out yourself</strong>(or<strong>have Jack do it for you</strong>), or you could<strong>make the cashier's day and have him fetch the money for you</strong>.