Another private testing

Jake, Alexis, and Maddie abused the bracelet to their full extent. For a whole week a sudden grope, pinch, or squeeze would materialize out of nowhere. Other times more intimate scenarios would take place. One day Jake and Maddie sat in a classroom with about 200 other bored students. The class subject was interesting enough, but the teacher had a way of sucking all life out of the room. Both of them made sudden eye contact with eachother as an intangible Alexis subtly molested them, despite their being several rows away from eachother. Another occasion, Maddie had to abrubtly end a presentation she was giving because her panties suddenly sprung to life and made functioning normally all too impossible.

About a week later, Jake was doing dishes in the dorm kitchen. His contibution to the mess was meager, he mainly lived off of TopRamen and Cheezits anyways, but he was nice enough to take care of a few stranded cups and plates that hadn't yet been cleaned. As he finished up with the last cheese covered plate he felt a hand on his chest. He looked down to see a black satin glove exploring his torso, the pressure it was applying suggested more than the casual tease.

"Ahaha..hellooo." He excitedly chuckled. He felt another hand at on his back. A second glove slid around his hip and began massaging his thigh above his cast. "So who are we today...Maddie?" The gloves lustfully explored his body in an almost aggressive manner. Suddenly one glove dove in his sweats and playfully squeezed his package. "Oh..shit." The other glove lifted his broken leg from below, he stumbled at first but regained his balance. The hand in his pants gently began pulling him towards the door to his room, the other acted as a kindof floating crutch. "Hahaha what the hell, I can walk Maddie...or Alexis...or whoever the fuck you are." Thankfully the common hall to his dorm was abandoned, finals week had most everyone hidden away, and nobody could witness the specticle that hobbled down the hall. As he approached his room the door swung open by itself. He was led to his bed when the floating glove under his cast acted as a kindof makeshift stepping stool for him. The glove exploring his dick and balls grabbed his pants from the inside, and as he stepped into bed they came off in one fell swoop. Now down to his boxers he lay in bed as the gloves continued their intense foreplay. Some noise at his desk snapped him out of his trancelike arousal. A chapstick floated towards him in the air. As it hovered closer to Jake the cap popped off and the stick applied a generous layer of material to thin air making a pair of translucent lips.

"Huh...that's interesting." Jake half stuttered. The lips puckered and kissed the air. A glove slid down his chest and began squeezing his now erect cock over his boxers. "So we're just not talking during this? Or what." The lips smirked sexily and floated towards Jake. As they approached, the glove at his crotch swiftly yaked his boxers down to his ankles, exposing his full mast. The lips, or whoever's lips they were, "bent over" and began kissing around the circumference of Jakes shaft. He let out a quick gasp as one of the gloves returned to fondle his balls. "H-holy shiiiiiii-" He arched his back as the lips began smearing over his tip. Every so often they would open slightly and cover more surface area, but it seemed their primary goal was to create lubrication. Jake's dick was now thoroughly lubricated from the chap stick, only a small layer remained on the intangible lips, rendering them barely visible. Finally all the material seemed to transfer from the lips and they dissappeared completely. Panting, Jake looked down at the glove fondling his balls. His eyes suddenly widened as he felt a hand grab his shaft. Awestruck he watched the coating of chap stick shift up and down his cock as he was jerked off by an invisible hand.

"Ohhhahaha fuck that's genius." He basically giggled. He grabbed the sheets as his orgasm built up. "NNNG FUCK!" He groaned as he came and the hand sped up its motions. Panting he looked down to watch his cock manipulated by thin air, it still convulsed from orgasm as the hand began to relent. One glove returned to lightly dance its fingers over his chest as he lay his head back. "Okok...who can I thank for that?" No answer, he looked up again to see the gloves laying lifelessly on the bed. He was alone in the dormroom.