An Engaging Lecture

I momentarily put the incident out of my mind as I drove away. One of the reasons I was broke enough to sign up for chemical trials is because I was currently a freshman in college at the local university. I had a class that was about to start soon, so I drove on towards the campus garage. I managed to get to my desk at the back of the class right before the teacher walked in to begin lecturing.

"Cutting it pretty close." My friend Nate leaned over to me as the teacher begin writing something out on the whiteboard.

"C'mon, you know I'd never miss...uh...this is literature, right?"

Nate smirked, and the professor turned back to the class and began the lecture. I was relatively studious for the first thirty minutes or so, but then my mind started to wander. I thought back to that woman on the side of the road. The way I had focused on her body and thought about lifting her dress, before it seemed like an invisible **** did exactly that. I knew there was no way I had done that, but out of boredom I glanced over at Nate's desk and looked for something to try and replicate that strange event with.

My eyes drifted from where Nate was busy scrolling through his phone tucked away behind a textbook to a sharp wooden pencil laying near the edge of the desk. I tried to focus on the pencil like I had with that woman's dress, and I felt a strange sensation in my head when I did. It almost felt like I could feel the contours of the pencil in my mind, like some sort of new sensory organ was touching it. I tried to manipulate those contours with the new sense, and to my absolute astonishment the pencil moved.

I shook my head and looked over to Nate, but he still had his head buried in his phone. Did I just imagine that? I looked at the pencil again and tried to repeat what I had just done. The pencil wobbled on the desk for a moment before it lifted itself up by the eraser until it was standing straight up, balanced on its fine lead point. The movement finally seemed to grab Nate's attention, and his eyes drifted over to the pencil before widening in surprise. He looked over at me, and I quickly broke my focus and looked away. The pencil immediately clattered back onto the desk before rolling off.

"Dude...did you do that?" Nate leaned over and whispered to me.

"I...I don't know..." I glanced from Nate then down to the pencil.

Nate's eyes narrowed suspiciously before he leaned down to pick up the fallen writing utensil. I watched his hand, and as it neared the pencil I tried to grasp it again with my sense. Nate jumped back slightly when the pencil suddenly jerked out of his reach, causing his desk to rattle. His head whipped back up to look at me, and if I had to guess, my eyes were nearly as wide as his were.

"Dude..." We both muttered.

"Gentlemen, is everything alright?"

Nate looked up quickly as both of our attentions were directed to the front of the classroom. Ms. Hawthorne, our teacher, was watching us with her arms folded beneath her breasts, waiting for an answer. The literature professor was a few years older than me, but every boy (and some of the girls) in the class thought that she was smoking hot. As my eyes traced up her long pleated skirt and tight sweater to where her curly brown hair framed her piercing green eyes, I tried to stammer out an answer.

"My bad, I dropped my pencil. I can't quite reach it." Nate saved me as he tried to stretch out further to grab his pencil.

"Well, try not to pull any muscles." Ms. Hawthorne responded sardonically, but the little smirk she gave us eased any tension.

Nate managed to finally grab his pencil and quickly sat back up. Ms. Hawthorne had once again turned her back to us as she continued to write out notes in her flourishing handwriting on the whiteboard. My friend glanced over to me before he picked up his phone and quickly typed something out. He then looked over at me and wiggled the device at me as I felt my own phone buzz in my pocket. I slipped it out and read his message.

Dude, did you just move that pencil somehow? You hiding some magnets or something?

I quickly typed out a reply.

I don't know. I think something weird is happening to me. I signed up for this chemical trial today and I think the shit they gave me is giving me superpowers or something!

Nate read my message and then looked over at me with visible concern and confusion.

Wait, what do you mean? Are you feeling alright?

Yeah. Dude, I think I can move things with my mind!

Nate gave me a disbelieving side-eye.

Bullshit. Followed shortly by, Prove it.

I looked over at him then leaned back in my chair as I surveyed the classroom. What should I do? I looked around and my eyes fell on the open window. From there, my gaze traveled back across the room to Ms. Hawthorne and I got a bad idea. I looked back to Nate and motioned with my head back at the window. I then turned back and focused on a large paperback textbook sitting next to it. I focused my sense on it and manipulated what I felt. The pages of the book fluttered up, almost opening the book before settling back down.

I looked back at Nate and he raised an eyebrow at me before mouthing, The wind!

I smiled and shook my head before looking back at the book. I repeated my telekinetic action, only this time a bit stronger. The rustling of the pages made a few people glance over to the window before looking back up to the teacher. My heart was beginning to race. I actually have fucking superpowers! I can move things with my mind! I looked back to Nate and held up a finger before he could respond. I subtly pointed up towards Ms. Hawthorne and mouthed, Watch.

I looked back to the book a third time, and this time I could sense its contours practically without even trying. This was going to be a bit trickier, but I believed I could do it. I flipped the book open in a torrent of rustling pages in the most convincing facsimile of wind that I could think of. I then immediately turned to Ms. Hawthorne and projected my new sense up the back of her long pleated skirt.

"More than before, in this chapter we really see the themes of - oh!" Ms. Hawthorne and the class gasped as her skirt suddenly flared up around her, rising up her surprisingly toned legs to expose tight black lace panties covering her firm curvy ass.

I released my telekinetic grip and she quickly brushed her skirt back down to her ankles as she spun around to face the class. She put a hand over her mouth and blushed before letting out a small gasping laugh.

"Excuse me class!" She chuckled nervously, and other members of the class joined in her mirth.

I glanced over at Nate to find that he was not laughing. He was looking at Ms. Hawthorne with wide eyes before turning them to me.

"Did you do that?" He whispered beneath the settling murmurs of the class.

"Just the wind." I chuckled before looking back to the front of the class.

"Ms. Calloway, would you mind closing that window?" The young teacher asked asked the student sitting closest to the opening. "I think that's enough fun for one day."

There was an assortment of chuckles and snickers as the girl stood from her desk and walked over to the window. Before she could close it though, I could not help myself. With another twitch of my new sense, I flowed another wave of **** up her skirt.

"Ooh!" Ms. Hawthorne quickly pressed down against the front of her skirt as it flared back up around her.

She managed to protect much more of her modesty this time around, but she still gave the class a good show of her legs. As her skirt began to once again fall back to her ankles, I took it a step to far. Feeling the contours of her backside with my new sense, I gave her ass a quick telekinetic squeeze. To my surprise, I swore that I could almost feel her ass on my hand when I did so. She sucked in a quick short gasp when I did this, and her eyes darted up to the class. She knew there was nothing behind her but the whiteboard. No one who could have just touched her like that. Her reaction would have ben practically imperceptible to someone who did not know what I had just done, and she quickly composed herself once more. I looked over to the window as the other student closed it, and I noticed she had a confused look on her face. I looked back to Ms. Hawthorne and saw a similar look, and I realized that they were both looking over at the textbook. I had forgot to flip it around to make it seem like the wind!

The student seemed to forget about it as she returned to her seat, but when I looked back to Ms. Hawthorne I saw her eyes scanning the class. For a moment, our gazes met, and she seemed to linger on me for a moment before turning back to the rest of the class with a bit of a frazzled laugh.

"Alright everyone, we were almost out of time for the day, so let's call it a wrap. I know none of you are going to focus after that anyways." She held up a finger in a mock scolding tone.

As I packed up my bags, Nate leaned over to me.

"Dude!" He hissed. "Holy shit!"

"No idea what you're talking about." I looked back with a mischievous grin.