She is taken to the dance floor

Before she could react, Jessica noticed an old high school "friend" walk up to her.

"Hey...." came Dylan with interest.

"Um, hi..." Jessica looked down and rubbed her neck. She had long repressed the memory, but seeing Dylan's face made it come crashing back how his fingers had created almost a vacuum seal for her pussy during that infamous first day.

"I never did get to go any further with you..." Dylan tsk'd tsk'd "and I think you still owe me a favor."

"Well..." Jessica had wanted to explain herself about how returning the favor to Dylan wasn't practical for the rest of the school year since word got around of their adventure during homeroom and the teacher stopped playing movies.

"No worries," Dylan chuckled, "I'm just fucking with you. I do, however, want a dance."

Before Jessica could protest - though, really, what could she protest with what could have happened? - Dylan grabbed her by the wrist and walked her to the middle of the room where there was a dance floor, before asking the band, "hey, are you guys about to start?"

The frontman looked Jessica up and down and said, "yeah, we might as well." It was here that Jessica looked around and saw that the room was mostly full. Before she could blush, let alone cover herself, the band began to play.