Hurry after her to return her book

You slam your lock onto your locker, leaning down to grab the journal before bursting after the girl. Even rushing at full speed, it’s a struggle to catch up with her. Eventually, however, your reckless running manages to send you flying into the back of her. She flies across the ground, skidding into a wall of lockers as you topple over, going face first into them as well.

“Ouch!” she says, rubbing her head as her bright eyes look up at you. “Are you OK, mister?”

“Yeah,” you reply, rubbing your painfully bumped nose.

The girl darts up to her feet, offering you a hand. You take it, only to find yourself yanked to the ground with surprising strength. She pulls you to her feet, pulling you right in front of her, pressing you against her chest as you feel her warm breath. You step back, looking at her.

“You need to watch where you’re going,” the girl giggles. “Are you OK?”

“Yeah, I’m fine,” you nod. “You?”

“Perfect,” she says, twirling around on the balls of her feet.

“Oh, you dropped this!” you say, suddenly remembering what you were carrying as you hold up her journal.

“Oh,” she says, blushing. “Sorry. I’m very forgetful.”

She grabs the journal, quickly stuffing it in her backpack.

“Sorry about that,” she says. "Thanks for giving it back to me. Ms Delacroix would've torn my head off if I lost this."

"You're welcome," you nod. "I don't think I've met you before, even though our lockers are next to each other. What's your name?"

"Chloe," the girl smiles. "It's probably because I've always had cross country after school, but it's shut down now because of winter."

"Ah, cool. I'm Jack," you reply.

"Cool, good meeting you," she smiles. "I have to..."

Chloe pauses, frowning as she looks at you, before bursting into a smile again.

"Ah, actually, you're pretty tall," Chloe states matter of factly.

"Thanks?"

"Can I borrow you for a bit? I need to go to the storage closet and grab a net, but they're all too high up for me."

"Net? Why do you need a net?"

"For volleyball. I'm on the team,"

She motions at her outfit. You take the chance to look over her body again. Her body is quite athletic and muscular, with a slender runner's form. You can't make out an ounce of fat on her entire body, except of course for the two reasonably sized mounds of it at her front.

"OK, I can help," you say, as she bursts into an even happier grin.

"Cool! Follow me, let's go!"

You turn to go walking down the hallway, but she shoots off again at a run, forcing you to run after her. After about a minute's of exertion, you find yourself at a storage closet, as she swings the door open. You skid to a halt, as she motions for you to go in.

You step inside the dark, cramped closet, looking around for the nets. You reach over to the light switch, flicking it only to remain submerged in darkness.

"The light's out!" you complain. "Where's the net?"

"I'll show you!" Chloe says, forcing her way inside as the door shuts behind her, extinguishing what little light there was.

Her body presses up against your, her tits being squeezed up against her chest, her face inches away from yours. She looks at you for a moment, her warm breath on your face, her warm body pressed against yours, before she fumbles to twist around, forcing you against a rack of basketballs. She turns, her ass cheek pressing against your crotch as she tries to look for the nets above her. You pause, every one of her movements pressing her ass cheek against your cock, her bum's warmth emanating into your long member. You inhale sharply, as the blood begins rushing to your cock. She moves again, forcing her butt against your groin with great pressure as you're **** against a rack of sports gear.

"I can't see it yet," she says, as your hard cock begins pressing against her ass cheek.

She doesn't say anything, instead continuing to rummage around. You slowly begin moving your hips back and forth, ever so slightly grinding your cock against her ass cheek, before realizing you probably shouldn't get caught dry humping this girl in a storage locker, given that she could probably beat you up. You pause, trying to move so she can't feel your cock. You slide back slightly, only to find your cock thrusting forward between her ass cheeks, pressing against where her asshole is and poking through her tight gym shorts.

"Ah!" she says suddenly, as your hard cock stabs in between her bum cheeks.

You pause, feeling worried, before she lets out a giggle.

"Is that your phone, Jack?" she asks slyly.

"Uh... yes?" you say sheepishly, as she laughs.

"Cool," she says, as she begins to grind her bum against your cock through your shorts, letting your cock slide between her bum cheeks as they hug your member tightly.

You begin to rub your hips against her, sliding your cock in and out of between her cheeks. You feel your cock pressing deep and hard in between her ass.

"God, you really need to move your phone," Chloe grunts, as you stab deep into her asshole again with another thrust. "Hang on, let me move position a bit, get more comfortable."

Chloe twists around again, so her breasts are once again pressing against your chest. You lean in, grinding your cock against her crotch, as she thrusts in in tandem to try grind against you. You find your cock sliding between her legs, rubbing against her pussy through her gym shorts. Your cock slides between her legs, rubbing along her pussy. You gyrate your hips, rubbing your pelvic bone against her clit. She begins groaning, reaching around and her arms pull you in close, her hands landing on your ass as she gives it a squeeze.

"Are you playing with my ass?" you ask between breaths, still humping against her.

"No. I'm trying to find the net," Chloe says slyly. "Why? You weren't planning on doing anything naughty in here with a poor, innocent young girl like me, were you?"

"Of course not!" you say, continuing to thrust and grind against her.

The two of you thrust, rub and grind against each other. You speed up, as she gets more and more aggressive and hornier than ever, pushing you against the rack as she thrusts aggressively, rubbing her pussy against your cock through her gym shorts. She begins moaning, growing faster and faster as your hip grinds against her clit. You begin groaning aloud, as she does the same, grunting and groaning in pleasure and exertion as the need to cum begins to overtake you. Chloe wraps her arms around you tightly, pulling you in in a tight squeeze as she grinds with all her energy. Her muscles tighten as she lets out a long moan, her pussy muscles twitching even through the gym short as she cums. Your cock twitches as your knees give, spurting your load in your pants as she holds you up with her strength and keeps you from collapsing.

You slow down, staying just pressed together as Chloe smiles, releasing her grip on you. She looks around for a brief moment, before pointing to the top shelf above you.

"There's the net," she says.

Smiling, you reach up and grab the net, handing it to her as she opens the door. Stepping out into the school hallway, she looks at you.

"Thanks for your help, Jack," she says. "I hope I see you around."

"Same to do," you say, wiping the sweat from your face. "Bye."

Chloe flashes you another pearly white grin, before turning around and bursting off towards volleyball practice, the net billowing behind her. You smile, turning around as you head off.