From a D- to A+

Mr. Derrick walked around, handing people their report cards. Jessica waited patiently for hers, hoping for something at least a little above a D. When he handed her the report card, however, Jess’ heart sunk. She had a D. And not even a D+, a D-. Her parents were going to kill her! She groaned as the bell rang. Jess knew she had to do something about this before it got to her parents—after all, it was her grades that decided whether she could go to the movies and go on dates. She needed to prove to her parents that she was responsible, and she had been maintaining a straight B streak in all her classes—except for science.
Although it didn’t matter whether her parents thought if she was old enough to date (Jess had just turned 14 last month) because Jess had been dating since the fifth grade, when a senior had asked her out. Jess knew that she had a good body, she had B cups in the fifth grade, and she was proud of her pretty big C cups now—and she was only in eighth grade. Her waist was petite, stomach so fine and perfectly toned that it didn’t even bulge a bit when she sat down. And Jess knew her butt was one to die for- round in all the right places and just the right size. She had beautiful legs, she knew, as lifeguards at her neighborhood pool would always whistle when she and her friends walked by, yelling out and cat calling. On the whole, Jess knew her body was one craved by many—girls and boys alike. So when a senior had approached her at the park and asked her if she wanted to see a movie with him, she had been extremely happy to oblige. Of course, she wasn’t stupid, either; she knew the senior was most probably desperate (extremely), but hey, he was hot. She also knew the senior probably only wanted her for her body and to sleep with her, but she had said yes—she knew it had to be worth something if her first boyfriend was a hot senior when she was only a fifth grader. And so, she had told her parents the first lie to go on a date—and it was the first of many, many more to come: that she was going to see a movie with her friends. Her parents had believed her, because she was the perfect daughter around them, and with that started her secret dating. Ever since she’d started seventh grade, her parents had agreed to let her go out with boys as long as she could maintain good grades and there were girls coming along.
She hadn’t even slept with the senior, she had only gone as far as to let him touch her breasts with her bra on, and she had even given him and some of his high school friends a lap dance, which she had learned from MTV. Jess wanted to look cool, look older, like she was in high school too (she never told him she was a fifth grader) and she had even been the one to break up with him before it got too far.
Jess had never let a boy touch her boobs without a bra, or even touch her down there yet, and she acted like she was too smart for that, when really she was just scared that it would lead to sex and she wouldn’t be able to do it right.
She was always the one to dump the other person.
So, Jess pretended to drop some pencils and took her time in packing her backpack as the bell rang, and waited for the last person to leave the classroom.
Mr. Derrick was the coach of the high school football team, and he seemed to take pride in making himself look like he himself was a player on the team. Well built, broad shouldered, muscular, tall, and strong, many girls at the middle school had a huge crush on him—but Jess just didn’t get why. She just didn’t see what they saw in him. Jess preferred juniors and seniors much, much more.

Mr. Derrick watched silently as Jess dropped her pencils and bent over to pick it up. It was spring, and the warm temperatures had many girls wearing miniskirts. Although half of them couldn’t really pull it off, and Mr. Derrick was supposed to warn them about the school dress code and make them wear gym shorts if they didn’t pull it down lower or have a replacement, he didn’t. He loved to see all the young, petite, innocent girls strutting around in their miniskirts, all the innocence fading away, their asses bouncing in rhythm with their boobs.
As Jess bent down, the miniskirt that barely covered her butt hoisted up, exposing her ass.