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"Oh, god, I'd like to," she moaned, kissing him again, "but I'm supposed to be practicing for the pep rally. You know how much Coach Deacon bitches when somebody's late for any of his classes."

Matt thought about pressing the issue, but realized the situation might still be in his favor. His cock throbbed at the sight of her luscious ass twitched around the corner, and jumped back into his body just as it was sitting down in math class. It felt strange jumping from a body that had a throbbing erection to one without, but he couldn't help and wonder what Jason was feeling like.

"Everyone settle down," Mr. Atlas said, tapping his ever present yardstick against his desk. "Put your books away, you all know we have a test today, or at least you should." He started handing out the tests, and Matt watched him intently. He wondered if he could use his ability to get the answers. Math had never been his strongest subject, only average, but he would love to get a better grade than a C.

Then the door opened, and Jason tried to sneak in, walking as if he was in pain. Matt covered a smile, knowing what was wrong, hoping the jock's case of blue balls were the worse he had ever felt. "Have a seat, Jason, but next time you're late for a test, you'll be barred from the room, and I doubt your grades will remain high enough to be eligible for football."

Jason shuffled off to his desk as Matt smirked, then looked at the paper being handed to him. He blanched, realizing the equations were above his limited knowledge, and if he couldn't get the answers from Mr. Atlas, he would be lucky to get a C. Once Mr. Atlas sat down, he tried, and jumped into his teacher's mind. He concentrated, moving his attention to the tests, the information he wanted floating to the surface, and reached over the desk to grab the answer sheet. He looked at it, studying the answers and the breakdown of the solution, then glanced up. His body had straightened up, looking blank but otherwise okay, then bent over the test paper, apparently erasing some of the previous answers and correcting them, then moving down the paper, writing furiously. Matt focused back on the grading guide, confident his body would know what to do.

Matt watched from Mr. Atlas' desk, seeing his body finish the work, then jumped back. The answers on the paper looked correct, or at least as correct as the grading guide. He jumped back to Mr. Atlas, just to be sure, and realized where the teacher's eyes had gone to after Matt had left - a cheerleader, not the captain Sara, but one of her underlings Melissa, sat right in front of his desk, her head bowed to the paper, her legs slightly spread underneath the desk, the glint of white panties plainly visible. She looked up as if she felt his eyes on her, smiled and bent toward the paper again, her legs parting a bit more. Apparently this wasn't unusual behavior for either of them.

He watched her for the rest of the class, trying to make it look like he was paying attention to the rest of the class as well, but unable to keep his eyes from slipping back to the crease of white between the girl's legs. Then the final student put his pencil down, and Matt jumped back into his own body. "Okay, everyone, bring your tests up," Mr. Atlas called, starting the stream of students making their way to the desk. Matt joined in, happening to slip in behind Melissa, his eyes slipping down her back to her ass. Not as fine an ass as Sara, but perfectly acceptable. She had seemed a bit air-headed for him, but of course that was before he had the power to jump from person to person.

Mr. Atlas took a cursory glance at Melissa's test sheet, then looked up at her. Matt barely heard him mutter, "Stay after class," before she turned from the desk, allowing Matt to turn his test in. He smirked at the expression on his teacher's face, the man's eyes locked on Melissa's retreating ass. He turned around and walked toward his desk, wondering if it would be worth it to stay behind to, in his own unique way.