Yes

Sara looked up at Jason, not knowing Matt was actually in control, nodding as a blush washed over her cute face. Matt started kissing her again, his hand sliding underneath her tight shirt, cupping over her bare breast, feeling her hard nipple under his finger. His other hand slid down, lifting her cheer skirt to press against her panty clad pussy. Matt was a virgin, but had seen enough porn flicks to know where and how to rub. Sara's hand, meanwhile, had gone to the front of his pants, rubbing the hard lump underneath the fabric. He moaned into her mouth as she pressed her pussy harder against his exploring fingers.

Matt moved his fingers away, hooking the fabric of the skirt's attached panties aside, questing for the sensation of touching her bare flesh. He could tell she was fresh shaven, all except for a small landing strip starting right above the hard nubbin of her clit his fingers naturally sought out. This time she moaned into his mouth, moving her hips and making his fingertips slide between her labia. "I want you, Jase," she breathed, "I'm so fucking horny!" Her hand moved off his cock and to the zipper of his pants, pulling the tongue down to let her hand slip inside, fumbling for a moment to get underneath the football star's boxers before grasping the hard column of his cock. "You're harder than before," she murmured.

"That's because I want you too," Matt moaned, pulling his hips back as she pulled her hand out of his pants, his cock popping free from the cloth.

"I'm right here," Sara purred, using his cock to pull him forward, "ripe for the taking." She lifted her leg, wrapping it around his hip as her hand guided the tip of his cock against her pussy. Matt groaned again as for the first time he felt his cock pressing against a vagina - or at least a cock he was connected to. Instinctively he pressed his hips forward, his cock slipping into the tight, wet vice of the cheerleader's pussy. Her arms circled his neck as one of his hands slid down to grab her leg, the the other as he lifted her completely off the ground. Matt held her that way, thrusting his hips again and again, fucking her desperately against the wall as they moaned into each other's mouths. Neither of them noticed when the school bell rang, or the quiet that came over the schoolyard.

Matt knew he should jump back into his body, check to make sure nothing out of control was happening, but he couldn't resist the stimulation of Sara's clenching pussy. He thought her arms around his neck and legs around his waist would hold her up, and he slid his hands up, pushing the fabric of her shirt and bra up, exposing her large breasts, and then to his own, pulling it up, wanting to feel the sensation of the flesh of her breasts pressing against the flesh of his chest. He moved one hand behind her, trapping his hand between her and the wall to feel her ass, the other onto her left breast. He squeezed hard as he thrust harder, feeling his orgasm approaching.

He thrust forward as hard as he could, gasping as he felt his cock start to throb inside Sara, pressing her ass hard against the wall, his hand trapped as shot after shot of cum shot into the cheerleader's womb. Sara came a moment later, her pussy walls squeezing against his cock, milking it, as if **** to empty it completely into her. Her arms and legs squeezed tighter as Matt's knees began to shake in orgasmic bliss. "Oh, god, that felt good," Sara panted, kissing his mouth again with a ferocity that surprised Matt. He kissed her back, pressing her blonde hair against the wall, easily holding her up as his cock finished its twitching. Almost regretfully he moved his consciousness back into his own body, which was currently in math class, working on a test.

He looked over the answers already on the paper, and saw they were answers he would have put on there, and in his own handwriting. Apparently the automatic function of his body did more than rudimentary actions. He pursed his lips, thinking how much easier it would be if he could...

His mind jumped into Mr. Atlas' mind, and he reached over to the grading guide, knowing exactly where it would be. 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.

Then the door opened, and Matt saw Jason trying to sneak in. He had forgotten Jason shared the same first period class. "A little late, don't you think?" he asked in Mr. Atlas' voice.

"Sorry sir, I was... I mean, I'm running a bit late this morning," the jock said embarrassed.

"Late or not, you can't just walk in while the rest of the class is taking a class. Go to the office and wait there for the next period starts, and we can discuss whether or not you'll be able to play football for this school any more."

The boy moved out of the doorway, and Matt jumped back into his own body, finishing up the final equation as he smirked. Not only had he lost his virginity with the hottest girl in the school (mentally at least), but he had managed to get his nemesis in trouble, and the first A ever in Mr Atlas' class. He sat there, no longer caring about how he got these strange powers, his thoughts focused on how he could use them again.