She goes through with it.

Tori nodded in the affirmative, apparently rendered afraid to speak by the loudness of her previous exclamation, and worked her way through the part in the crowd.

Standing before me, she looked up at my face, me having at least a full foot on her, if not a foot and a half. Looking back at her, I noticed that perhaps her size belied her true age, as up close it was apparent she was more developed in the bosom than her height suggested, her chest pressing against her tiny gym uniform t-shirt with every nervous shallow breath she took.

“Hi ,” she said to me, quietly, as if unsure of her own volume. “I’m Tori.” It was as if she was too nervous to come up with anything more meaningful to say.

Looking back down at my throbbing erection, she timidly moved my own hand aside and replaced it with her own small soft appendages. From my vantage point above her I could see her pigtails were tied with Hello Kitty patterned ribbons.

“Um… I’ve never…” she stammered. “I’ve never… you know… I’m not sure how I… uh…”

Ms. Tittle blew her whistle, interrupting Tori’s remark. “Alright, assume your position under the chin-up bar, John, and assume your position in front of John's bar, Tori!” The teacher chuckled at her own meager bit of cleverness.

I reached up for the bar above me, as Tori began tentatively tugging at my engorged manhood, struggling to find some sort of rhythm. She was holding it all wrong, and while I could certainly appreciate the effort (if you know what I mean), it wasn’t doing much in terms of alleviating my growing need to ejaculate.

“Ready… set…” Ms. Tittle blew her whistle once more, keeping an eye on the stopwatch in her other hand. “GO!”

I hoisted myself up with an urgency that surprised even myself, but my attention was quickly drawn down to Tori’s hands where she jerked at my penis artlessly and with a seeming uncertainty that seemed only to grow as her movements slowly grew more violent. It was rapidly changing from merely feeling not great to being actually painful. She looked up at me, and I met her blue eyes, full of fear and humiliation. She might cry from frustration if she didn’t get a grasp on things soon, it occurred to me as I used every muscle in my upper body in a monumental effort to pull myself upward.