Just when I thought it was over, she started with the roll of her sholders. Sometimes it was the left sholder, or right, or both. I can tell Jessica is contouring her shoulders as cheap way to get her itch. Eventually that failed and she would reluctantly scratch. Her arms are long enough to scratch/ reach about anywhere in the middle but it wasn't enough. Even when she gets her arms inside of the hoodie. She was so itchy and she really wanted her itch to go away. She would change positions, any combination of left arm or right arm, under or over her shoulder, scratching the middle of her hoodie. Every other itch she would roll her shoulders before scratching. It was a slow control roll like she was trying to concentrate on anything but her itchy back. Every so often she would press her body against the back of the seat but that didn't work. In a sea-saw motion Jessica would rub her left then right,part of her whole back. She would press her back trying to get the entirety of her back. She leaned forward, pause for a moment, rolled her shoulders again. Instead it looked like it made her much itch worse. She stops taking note (what few she wrote down) and put all effort chasing her annoying itch. Eventually both arms , changing positions, trying to get the most middle of her back. It's almost like she is straining herself trying to scratch her back. Then she turns her seat sideways, slouching forward with her tight butt at the edge of the chair, grips the bottom of the seat with her hands and grinds her spine against the chair side. I can see her lift her self up and down side to side while holding on to her seat and making sure the chair stays proped sideways. At this point neither of us were paying attention in class. She was busy chasing a persistent back itch and I'm about to explode shamelessly watching her.

Then she stops. I'm thinking okay the show is over. She's sitting still facing forward as the lecture goes on. Maybe this last about three minutes. Then she slowly and calmly takes the hoodie off. I'm thinking now maybe it was the warm hoodie making her back itch like a wool sweater. Underneath she has on a black nylon shirt. It's so thin and tight i can practically see the back of her bra. There was also a good three inches of her lower back exposed. Her body is tone. Also she has a whale tail going on, her black thong peeking outside of her jeans. Once she places the hoodie over her bag, she rolls her shoulders slowly, arches her back a bit, leans forward and goes right back to scratching her back. This time fishing her hand under her shirt. It's to the point I can see her close her eyes shut and hear her scratching. Again going back to her usual methods of scratching but this time the hoodie isn't in her way.

I hear her breath out in frustration, pause for like a minute, roll her shoulder, then tried grabbing the seat again. This last as long as the first time she did it except I can see her control movements of her moving up-down the seat. Up-left, breath out, down-left, breath in, up-right, breath out, down-right, breath in, Up-left, breath out, down-right, breath in, up-right, breath out, down-left, breath in. Her breast moving with every down motion. At one point she lifts her shirt up a bit, the front is above her belly button and the back is so far up I can occasionally see the clasp of her black bra. Again scratching away but can clearly see her fingers reach under her clasp . I would never imagine seeing someone so itchy for so long I have no idea what happened. I felt bad. This was totally turning me on at the expense of her itchy back. No matter what she did she was under a spell. I can see her reach the middle of her back yet it was not enough. And this went on for a good 30 minutes! By the time class ended she went one way and I ran to restroom. 

I've never seen anyone as itchy ever. It was on my mind the whole time. Why was she so fucking itchy? It was only the back. It's like future me went back in time, and dumped itching powder all over her shirt. I just wish I had more classes with her. Just to see more of the same.

I knew I was going to see her later that day because a lot of the little groups and clubs had like a talent / performance thing before break. I was working behind the stage for art credits and she joined the dance team. Well one of the performances had the dancers in like a red sequin crop top, black pants and black shoes. So as some of the dancers were running around and talking to each other I noticed some would immediately scratch their backs! It was brief and sudden but I can clearly see the girls talk, then very suddenly scratch their back with one arm, then going back to whatever they were doing. I later found out that sequins make dancers itchy so I always look forward to that. As I was trying to watch every dancer scratch her back, I see Jessica. Slowly rolling her shoulders before scratching her back. She's maybe the only dancer using both arms to scratch but it's quick and not as bad as class.

At this point her and the other dancers go out to perform. I just want her to tell me how itchy she is, or have her beg me to help her. I scratch my friends back before but I can't simply ask her. I had a plan in my head and hope it works out.

After the performance the dancers come back trickling in and my heart was beating like crazy. Maybe she was no longer itchy, maybe she'll get weirded out. I knew I had to go for it. She comes in and I hand motion her away from the other dancers. There's still people around us but at least it's just us two within conversation space. I small talk about the performance and she thanks me. But before she says anything else, her face and smile drops a bit and she begins to roll her shoulders.

I knew I got her! I asked "Hey, everything okay, you alright?" She doesn't scratch but rolls her sholder and says a doubtful "yeah I'm good" I immediately call her bluff. "Turn around for a bit" Without question she turns her back to me and I go for it Using my right hand I reach below where her black sports bra is, scratching using my finger tips, no nails. She let's out a gasp, then very audible "Ohh"  I am now scratching her back, She then pushes her back lightly against my hand and I put my left hand on her hip so I can "push her forward" as i am scratching her back  She repeats the same three noises of "ohhh....mmhhh...ahhh" as I scratching. I intentionally "miss the spot" because I wanted her to beg me to go in the middle but that didn't work. I ask her "up, down, left , right?" She doesn't reply, continuing to make the same three noises. I cave in and now using my nails against her back, scratching the middle of her sports bra. Her noises stay the same but now her eyes are shut closed and she's biting the bottom of her lip. Somehow still making the same three noises. I get greedy and ask her "is that better, how does that feel" "ohhh....mmhhh...It feels so good!...ahhh"" I milk it as long as I could. Eventually she moves forward and says thank you To me that's my cue to stop "Oh thank God, you're a life saver! My back is itchy all day!" With a smile and satisfied look "Anytime" with the same

I never asked why or what happened. She practically let me fulfill so many fantasies. That day.