Make girls orgasm whenever you say something perverted.

You turn to the trusty rulebook as Allie drops the "look at me when I'm talking" line. Patience, dear, patience.

After a few seconds, you have it. But then hesitate. You do have a mystical book that could somehow change the rules of any organization, institution, group, country, and so on, in the world... what if you were not only given administrator privileges to the world's rules, but reality's rules, too?

In a flash of inspiration, you place your graphite between the blue lines, ready to see what will happen.

Reality

New Rule: Whenever Michael Smith, the one currently writing in this notebook, says something perverted in front of a girl she will have a very satisfying orgasm rock her body. If given many in succession through this method, each orgasm will be stronger and more intense than the last.

As you put the rulebook away, you feel a sharp pang in your arm and flinch. "Ow!"

"Hey, perv," Allie, meanwhile, pulls back to reveal her own notebook having just finished assaulting you. One much more limited in its reality changing functions, you'd imagine. "Did you hear what I said?"

"No," you rub your arm, "was it--"

"I said I'm going to tell Dave about what you just told me," Allie finishes coldly for you, folding her arms against her thigh-pushing folder, "about you trying to look at me that way. And you know how he gets when he thinks another guy is going up the wrong alley." She leans towards you, about to spill the secret. As if this was a movie scene or something.

Taking your chance, you shoot back before she could do so, "You mean, just to clarify, if your alley, for example, was your pussy and I was the guy going up with my dingy dong, into your pussy, thrusting in and out?"

Suddenly, Allie freezes. For a second you wonder if you had a time stop ability too, but the reality wasn't that much worse. The pretty hispanic immediately grips the edge of her desk, eyes wide as she breaths out and looks around anxiously. "Fffuuuh..!" Her legs clench together and your eyes twinkle as she pushes a hand right between them and presses hard, her thighs moving up the desk as she tightens up and wiggles her hand into her panties, which at this point was more than visible. Her flats crossed and re-crossed. A few folks around you turn to look at the source of the disturbance. Allie, meanwhile, tries to quell her sudden orgasm as cleanly and inconspicuously as possible. When it finally recedes, she instantly moves her hand away from between her legs, wiping off the sparks against her shirt.

"Wha..." she swallows, then turns to you, reddening. "Was that -- why did I... and did you just see that?"

You have your own hardening erection hidden behind your crossed leg now, nodding. "Yes. Yes, I did. And man," you whisper, "that was so hot, it would've been perfect if I'd recorded it and put it online under the title, 'Allie and her secret mid-class orgasm, what a cute teen chick!' Don't you think?"

Allie's eyes widen again, and this time her seat nearly shakes as she buckles her knees towards her and start to circle her hand against her pussy once more. "Fuuuhck fuck fuuchk yes, that's so hot..!" She's closing her eyes and pushing her thigh muscles together in her still propped up posture while facing the ceiling, hissing through her teeth. "Uhhhg, uhhgm yeeeaah..." And then she momentarily catches herself. "Wait, what the hell am I saying?! That's... that's just... no! I'm not... not perverted like that. Like you!"

Your ear catches a few whispers, and you look around to see a few others noticing the commotion as well. Allie, meanwhile, is beet red. Even as she reaches her high, hand digging against her pantie covered pussy lips, and lets out a moan, then quickly covers her mouth with her spare hand after pulling it from her thigh mid-tender-caress.

A fraction of the back row is looking at her curiously.

"Awesome," you say in disbelief, watching the pretty girl before you try to fathom why she just had an orgasm in the middle of class -- and, worst of all, seemingly getting off on your dumb comments -- as you surreptitiously check out her damp panties. Talk about having an accident.