Ditching class, hanging out.

[Author’s Note: There is no direct-sex in this chapter.]

You decide to goof off for the rest of the day, rejuvenating your spent testicles with some much needed time off. Prowling the halls with impunity you let any particular whim and fancy take you as you check out the various class rooms.

Ducking into a “Home Ec.” class, you grab a few of their latest cooking creations and sample them, not to mention a casual grope of the breast and fondle of the ass here and there. You just tell them that it’s completely normal and you’re met with warm smiles from the innocent girls as your hand dives down their jeans and up their blouses. They nonchalantly chat with their friends, discussing after-school plans even as you drag down their panties and bury your face in their delicious young pussies. You take a deep breath, smelling their beautiful slits before hungrily licking their pink folds.

“You –urg- forgot to p-put down oil! It’s gonna be all sticky now!”

You felt their slender legs shudder and their taut muscles tense up as they orgasmed unknowingly, carrying on their casual conversation through their climax. To them, this was completely fine and normal, but it was going to be awhile before you got used to this…

As the day was coming to a close, you entered the main office and had them write up a sign-out slip for one of your best friends. It was simple enough forging one (you and your friends did it all the time after all), but it was mere child’s play now with your mind control powers. You were in and out of the office in a matter of minutes.

“Hey John! Thanks for bailing me out of Stats, fucking kill me. I hate that class. Now let’s go fuck around.” You were purely platonic with your friend Janice, but it was tough to not undress her with your eyes and think about every which way you’d pound those undoubtedly tight fuck holes. You were going to hold back on using your friend… for now anyway.

The two of you walk over to a nearby strip mall and hang around, a nice change of pace for yourself as you keep your mind-control bracelet out of things for an afternoon. It all felt very normal and mundane, just like you were used too. It was nice to have a normal interaction with a girl where you don't end up plowing her... well, at least not yet. “Ah damn, 2:45, I should probably go.”

“Why, what’s up?” Janice inquired, nibbling on a chicken tender you guys had purchased from the local Burger Queen. The two of you were currently seated on a stone bench, your friend’s leg playfully swinging underneath like a pendulum. Even without your mind control powers, you couldn't imagine a world where there weren't so many sexy girls around... sucks to be those guys.

“I told Emira I’d help her study for our history test tomorrow.” Your sexy friend scoffed, always the “bad influence”.

“Fuck that! You still haven’t let me kick your ass in the new “Beat Street 2017.” Hmm, Janice didn’t exactly make it sound enticing, but it did sound fun still. Plus, it could be fun to have your way with your best friend in all the ways you’ve always dreamed...