Doodling in Class

Standing alone in the empty classroom you think to yourself you're glad you came to school today. Highschool the epicenter of young hormonal drama. You draw to your mind your altered class schedule. History's your next class. A nerdy attribute of yours is you have a interest in history anyway quiet and relaxing sounds kind of good after the workout you just had with Melody.

After cleaning your cushion fuck pad with a thought, preparing it for the next person you share it with, you go to your locker. At your locker you take the headphone case from your pocket and put them away and grab your history book stuffing it in the backpack you take from the bottom of your locker. You then head to class, taking a position near the door where you can watch the movement in the halls. You idly talk to passing students as you check who's headed into your class. Of course people making out in the halls of a high school wasn't that uncommon but it did seem a bit more brazen today with more of the guys making an effort to get to second base.

Then you saw Jessica Samuels, hottest girl in your school, total cheerleader fantasy type. Jessica's wearing a two piece cheerleader uniform, the tops made of spandex- a transparent black covering her shoulders and upper breasts, the bottom of the spandex- red and white, the bottom seemed a bit to small to quite cover the underside of her natural D cup breasts, probably the biggest among the students. On her lower half, at her waist a thin, flimsy red and white skirt just long enough to not really cover her ass. Seeing Jessica approach seems to open a new folder in your mind, giving you a jolt of information. Before you made changes you had tutored Jessica. You had just changed the circumstances from her parents wanting to improve her college chances to, if her grade didn't improve she'd be kicked out of cheerleading then instilled a little gratitude in her. A memory of her coming by your house two days after your last tutoring session to give you a Thank You blowjob pops to mind. The dietary changes you made seem to be agreeing with her, her body looking even more toned and fit than before. You smile at Jessica chatting with her about things out of the new memories. You and Jessica walk into class together taking seats next to each other as you chat and joke about high school drama and gossip until the bell rings for class to begin.

Mr. O'Nally gets up behind his desk and starts lecturing on the period between the two World Wars. You pull out your history book and start thumbing through it to see if there is any rationalization of why women's fashion is what it is, how far back it goes? Apparently as things stood it went back to the European Enlightenment's relationship with ladies of the stage, Freemasonry to the Founding Fathers. Basically always the case for the upper class in the states. You even found a quote in your history book attributed to Jefferson on about the appeal of the low cut bodice.

As class continues you start doodling. Partly to test your coordination of your power and to see how things feel and come to you, you will yourself the ability to draw a pie graph of women in the US's sexual orientation. You include straight and lesbian women. All shades of bi, women who preferred men, women who preferred women, openly bi, closeted bi, women who'd probably experiment with other woman a couple times and women who where bi in the right setting usually with a man around. It got quite complicated after you made the colored pencils appear in your bag.

Suffice it to say you increased the number of bi-sexual women. Being a man, an FFM threesome has always been a fantasy. Drawing a good number from heterosexual and a few from gay, increasing the number openly. You figure since so many more women are openly interested in women the sexy skimpy outfits became part of the code for a common sisterhood of all women so they could check each other out. In other words they didn't dress that way just for men but for each other as well.

As you where coming near the end of your toils Jessica passed you a note that read: I want you inside me.

You pass her a note back that reads: How's next class?