You hear laugher from afar

The sound of laughter hit me first—high-pitched, grating, the kind that always carried too much confidence. It was coming from a cluster of girls a few rows ahead, their graduation gowns fluttering as they leaned into each other, whispering secrets like they still ruled the school. One of them stood out: Jessica Cole, all legs and a chest that had somehow defied gravity since sophomore year. She was leaned back in her seat, twirling a strand of honey-blonde hair around her finger like she hadn’t a care in the world.

Mallory—the Mallory, my ex’s best friend—was still pressed against me, her breath coming in shallow, irritated bursts. Her lips were swollen from the kiss I’d **** on her, and her dress was rumpled where my hands had been. But my attention was already slipping. Jessica’s laugh rang out again, sharp and bright, and I grinned.

"You’re lucky," I murmured against Mallory’s ear, giving her ass one last squeeze before shoving her away. "I’ve got bigger plans."

She stumbled back, her face twisting into something between outrage and relief, but I was already moving. Jessica didn’t even see me coming. One second she was giggling at something her friend said, the next I was yanking her up by the collar of her gown. The cheap fabric tore easily, buttons scattering across the floor as her shirt gaped open, exposing the lacy white bra beneath. Not wasting any time, I pulled the bra, her beutiful round melons, exposed to all graduates.

Jessica's laughter died in her throat as my fingers dug into the soft flesh of her exposed tits, her bra straps snapping like twigs under the pressure. The other girls at her table froze—mouths open, eyes wide—like deer caught in headlights. One of them, a redhead with a nose ring, actually dropped her phone. Jessica's hands flew up instinctively to cover herself, but I batted them away easily, pinning her wrists behind her back with one hand while the other kneaded her breasts roughly.

"W-what the fuck—" she stammered, her voice shaking.

"Shut up," I growled, squeezing hard enough to make her gasp. Her tits were every bit as perfect as I remembered—full, soft, the nipples already stiffening under my fingers despite her panic. Behind me, I heard Mallory let out a choked noise, half-disgusted, half-relieved, before scrambling back to her seat.

Jessica's friends finally snapped out of their daze, one of them—a petite brunette—reaching out like she might actually try to stop me. I shot her a look, and she flinched back like I'd burned her. Good. The redhead with the nose ring looked like she was about to cry.

Jessica's gasp was sharp when my fingers twisted her nipple, her back arching involuntarily against the rough grip I had on her. "L-look at you," she choked out, her voice trembling between outrage and something else—fear, maybe, or the dawning realization that no one was stepping in to stop this. The other girls had gone rigid, their laughter replaced by stunned silence. Even the redhead with the nose ring, who'd been so quick to cry earlier, just sat there with her hands clenched in her lap like she was afraid they'd betray her if she moved them.

I grinned, leaning in close enough to catch the floral shampoo scent tangled in Jessica's hair. "Bet you didn't think you'd be the main event today," I murmured, letting my other hand slide down her stomach to the waistband of her skirt. She stiffened, her breath hitching as my fingers hooked under the fabric. "Relax, sweetheart. You're gonna love this." The skirt tore easily, the cheap material giving way with a satisfying rip. Underneath, she wasn't wearing pantyhose—just a pair of white cotton panties that were already damp at the edges. Interesting.

Jessica's face flushed crimson, her hands twitching like she wanted to cover herself again, but I had her wrists pinned behind the chair now. "S-stop—" she started, but the word dissolved into a whimper when I dragged a finger along the soaked fabric, tracing the outline of her pussy. Her thighs squeezed together instinctively, but I wedged my knee between them, forcing them apart. "N-no, please—"

"Please what?" I mocked, pressing harder. "You're not even trying to sound convincing." Her friends were statues now, their eyes flicking between Jessica and the exits like they were calculating the odds of making it out before I turned on them.