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A girl is failing math, and is desperate to do anything to fix it. She goes to speak to her older, sexy math teacher about it, the same one she's been fantasizing about in class all semester instead of paying attention, to beg him to give her another chance.
I stepped out into the hallway, just trying not to get bumped into the lockers as I swam upstream against the flow. It didn't help matters any that I was so short, and couldn't see what was coming ahead of me until it was already right in my face; for crying out loud, at just under five feet tall, even most of the freshmen were taller than me! Suddenly there were a pair of Junior girls in front of me, their flared hips swaying sexily in their uniform skirts, laughing and paying no attention to what was in front of them as they walked shoulder to shoulder down the hall. They saw me at the last possible second and tried to make room, but they could no more dictate the traffic around them than I could. I twisted to the side, holding my bag low against my leg, trying to make myself as small as possible—but I still ended up with my perky little boobs squished uncomfortably against the one girl's arm as she passed, the other one not-quite fondling my ass, steadying herself with her hand as she twisted to scoot around behind me.
I sighed, wishing that was the first time that had ever happened to me—wishing that it was even just the first time it had happened to me that day! But that was life as a tiny little girl in a stupidly overcrowded school. And it was even worse than usual, the Friday only a week before end of year exams started, with everyone so anxious to get out into the bright summer sun.
I turned back straight and took a step, only to face-plant right into a tall, solid chest.
“Whoa! Hey there, Yaz. Where are you headed in such a rush? Isn't your locker still down in the science hallway?” the chest asked, and as I looked up, and further up, I let out a sigh of relief.
“Bry!” I smiled warmly. Bryan was a sweetie—we'd actually dated, briefly, back in sophomore year; it was apparently thanks to me that he'd finally realized girls lacked the little something he truly needed, between our thighs. So... yay me, I guess, for helping him figure that out? It was a shame, honestly; Bry had a really nice cock, even if it had been such a struggle for him to get it up for me the few times we'd tried! “Math hallway, Mr. H.'s room... think you could help?”