During gym, out on the track.

Gym is one of your earlier classes in the day this semester, which you aren't thrilled about, but at least you don't end the day sweating like a pig. The coach is just as enthusiastic as you are, at least this early into the semester, and as such today's class is just some quick warm ups and then a few laps around the track outside. Now in a t-shirt and pair of running shorts, you're at least happy that it's not too cold for this to really suck yet. Happy too, that Jessica only have you a small dose earlier, and the annoying spot of heightened sense is already gone. You're about halfway through one lazily-paced lap, just passing one set of bleachers when you hear footsteps catching up behind you, and an arm slinks itself around your own.

"Hey baby," Jessica purrs, guiding you off the track. You start to pull against her but her other hand is already at your waist, nails pressed into your side just enough to remind you what she could be doing with them if you didn't play along. "I'm really sorry for before," she continues, leading around and underneath the backside of the bleachers, finally removing her hand from around your middle and turning you to face her. "I wish I didn't have to, but you know how the other girls are."

"Right..." you say, knowing exactly how she and her group are. If she's in a good mood, though, maybe there's a chance you can talk your way out of this? "Listen, it's fine, we can just..." your words trail off as Jessica slips her shirt off. Clearly having not come out here to run, she's wearing a lacy black bra, and there's a gleam in her eyes as she tosses her top off to the side. "....we can just forget about it," you finish. Jessica giggles, and steps forward, placing a hand on your chest.

"That's sweet," her tone doesn't match they way she's firmly holding her palm against you, shoving you down to a sitting position, before kneeling down herself. "But that just wouldn't be fair! I want to make it up to you..." she slowly leans forward, hand coming forward over your shoulders to grab the back of your head. Before you can protest, she takes a breath before moving forward and kissing you, her tongue darting into your mouth. You stifle a moan; her tainted breath fills your mouth, and the sensation of her tongue sliding across yours is electrifying. Jessica slides one hand down between your legs, giggling as she finds you hard already. You pull back as you feel her fingers pulling at your waistband.

"J-Jessica, really, you don't need to do this," you say, and her other hand gently grips your chin.

"But I want to," she replies, as though it was the most magnanimous thing in the world. Both hands are at your shorts now, tugging them and your boxers down and clear off past your feet. You move to sit up, but her hands are at your thighs before you can close your legs; worked up as you are, you can't stop yourself staring at her chest as she leans forward, and the way your cock twitches in response is all the permission Jessica feels she needs to continue. Her chest heaves as Jessica takes another deep breath, and your stomach sinks as you know what's coming.

"Wait. Wait! W-Wait, don't--!" you gasp as Jessica leans forward and lets out a massive cloud of breath. This close, and in this concentration, you can actually see her breath as though it were a winter's day, tinted pink instead of a frosty white, and the sensation spreading across your cock is anything but cold. The warm, tingling sensation of her power drives you to the edge instantly, your hips bucking forward and only torturing your further, as even moving against the slightest breeze feels like silk sliding across your shaft. Jessica giggles, and just watches you twitch and gasp for a moment. She... she isn't going to leave you like this, is she? Not while she's trying to be 'nice'?