Jess

You're giddy to see that one of your bullies, Jess, has raised her hand, albeit not with nearly as much enthusiasm as most others in the crowd. She's looking away from you and hasn't even lifted it above her shoulder, her other hand is buried in her jean's pocket. You guess that the temptation was too great to pass up, because that's what it is for you as well.

"How about Jess?"

Her eyebrows furrow slightly as she stands and quickly walks up to you, avoiding eye contact the whole time. She stands an inch taller than you and while that causes you grievance most of the time right now it's actually convenient. Speaking of convenience, you're grateful that the school uniform went with skirts over pants as you lift up Jess's. You carefully slide your dick in between her thighs and immediately notice that these things are firm. Jess sighs and begins reading "The oath in which he-" you hurriedly start swinging your hips back and forth.

This is an entirely different sensation than Ms. Wilson. Well, maybe that's exaggerating but it's certainly not the same. For instance, you had to hold Ms. Wilson in place but Jess standing tall all on her own, you're pretty sure that if you threw your whole body at her she wouldn't budge. You wrap your arms around her waist to steady yourself and are hit by an odd mix of arousal and jealousy when you feel how toned her gut is. While her thighs have some give you'd be in a world of hurt if she were to simply flex them.

Your thighs slam into hers over and over again as she rattles off the letters in the passage. You revel in the fact that this proud girl, the gem of the schools sports team, your tormentor has been reduced to your sex toy in front of an audience. "Oh she's going to kill me later" you think. You hug her tightly as you feel your balls tighten up only for your arms to get flicked off by her. You're left hanging again as she fast walks back to her desk, she drops into her chair and stares at the wall.