Nah, studying is for losers without super powers

Smart as that sounded, you didn't even know where to begin. You did know however, that you could bang as many chicks as you wanted and it didn't matter to them one bit. And honestly, what more did you need to know that couldn't wait?

You'd get used to your predicament the more you experienced it anyway. Learn by doing (lots of girls) and all that. Not that you were entirely against experimenting though...

Your eye's strayed back towards Valerie who had already taken her seat after she was done with her "unexplained" coughing fit. You roughly grabbed her by the arm and stood her up so you could start groping at her ass. You weren't expecting much beyond a good feel, but were mildly surprised to find a wallet.

You recall fake pockets being a common complaint for women's clothes, evidently hers were real, or at least real enough.

Soon a different idea struck and you took a small academic detour through her wallet. Your target wasn't the money though, you didn't need that anymore. Probably.... You were actually after her driver's license, more specifically her home address on it. You'd be taking that with you, in case you wanted to try some more experiments later.

A small part of you felt kind of bad since she may need it at some point, and you weren't exactly sure what would happen with it gone, but then again you did just rail her and her friend in public....

Was it **** if the girl literally didn't care? Your predicament was probably outside of any normal argument on ethics.

More importantly though, you were starting to regret running around naked. Where were you going to put things you wanted to keep?

You started to look around for something to carry stuff with, and then your eye's fell on Kayla's comically small backpack. Hell she probably had a license on her too, in case you wanted to have fun with her again too. It was perfect. Except.... Valerie's license was gone?

You started to look for it. Maybe you dropped it? But it couldn't have gone far and you didn't see it anywhere.

Maybe it was under Valerie's pants?

In an attempt to search for it you placed two hands on either side of her slender waist and lifted her into the air with surprising ease. Proud as you were of your strength though, you were kind of bummed you lost her license. But just as you twirled your wrist in mild disgust at your own ineptitude, her license appeared right in your hand, before you dropped it in shock at least.

Part of you wanted to be surprised and awed. A quick look at the two girls plastered with your drying cum however, and your sense of wonderment melted away.

Whatever just happened wasn't in your imagination, and it was probably really handy, you just needed to figure out how to do it on purpose.

It ended up being surprisingly easy. You just focused on storing the object away and it disappeared. It seemed to help tremendously to have your eye's closed though. Making it reappear was just as easy. You ended up flailing your wrists(unnecessarily) like a Bollywood dancer for a while before you got the hang of it though. The strangest thing about this additional ability though, was that your memory of the license when you did...whatever, to it – stored it away – was oddly sharp. You were able to recall minute details of the license when trying to bring it to the surface of your thoughts, details you weren't even sure were real until you had the license in hand.

End of the day though, you were just happy you didn't have to remember to keep a bag of swag with you at all times now, and that's all that really mattered.

Now you could steal Kayla's license and get back to boning. You let her keep her backpack though, you didn't need it. And since you were in there already, you left Valerie's wallet as well. It didn't hurt to be a little nice.

A little being your limit.

As soon as you had the little bag zipped up nice and tidy you turned around and yanked Valerie's pants to the ground. She winced a little as you popped off it's button sending it clinking off a desk. Despite the rather resounding noise it made no one turned to look, and even Valerie was still just standing to attention, watching the Professor pace slowly back and forth in front of the class.

You were pretty certain you weren't ever going to get tired of these reactions.

Valerie was wearing a tight pair of black panties that matched her bra in colour as well as plain style. Her underwear contrasted greatly with her pale flesh. Although from the looks of things she went outside at least a little more than her pink haired friend...with considerably less clothes.

You took a moment to enjoy the firmness of her rear, grabbing, and pinching at it before you bent her over Kayla's desk and started to spank her hard. Every strike sending out a crack that drowned out the lecture and summoned up a tiny grunt from Valerie, but nothing more. It was immensely satisfying. So much so that you nearly lost yourself in playing with her cheeks like a pair of bongo drums. The only thing that pulled you out of it was your one-eyed warrior just begging to be slammed into her.

You were extremely tempted, but you had an entire college and then some, to explore.

You dragged yourself away from the girl, only to peel her off the desk and toss her onto your shoulder. This time really noticing her weight, or rather her lack of. You were able to cart her around like a sack of potatoes, which she most definitely should've weighed more than....

Well, you didn't need to over think it. This just meant you didn't need two trips...,

You snaked an arm around Kayla's waist as well and carried both the girls towards the front of the class. Once beside the Professor's desk you placed Kayla down gently on her feet and used your now free arm to clear the papers from it. With the desk now empty, you placed Valerie on top, on her hands and knees, ass aimed towards the windows.

The artist in you struggled for a bit on whether "pants on", or "pants off" looked better. A large part of you liked the idea of her going about her day, jeans crumpled around her ankles, but in the end you had a better idea.

You helped her out of her pants, slipped off her panties, and took a moment to admire your handy work. Her rear was as red as a baboon's. You weren't exactly sure whether you should laugh, apologize, or just start fucking her. You actually picked the fourth, and went around to her front and stretched her panties over her head like a cute little hat.

The longer thing's went on the more you wanted to get back to fucking, so you literally ran over to Kayla and carried her back to the desk. You climbed up first, and awkwardly dragged her up after by her arms. Once she was on the level with you and Valerie, you wrapped your arms around her stomach and lifted her onto her friends back. After a little adjusting your masterpiece was complete.

Valerie, on her hands knees, in front of an entire classroom sat nearly motionless, panties on her head. Her ass as red as a tomato. On her back sat her friend, the pink hair Kayla, her own panties around her knees making a wonderful sling to keep her combat boots off the desk, even as her legs hung off Valerie's shoulders. And with Kayla's ass firmly planted in the middle of Valerie's back, the cum staining Kayla's thighs and pussy were now migrating onto the smooth, milky expanse below Valerie's sole piece of clothing, her bra.

"Oh, hey, Val?" Unexpectedly, Kayla leaned forward and whispered down to her friend below her, coming painfully close to falling over board.

"Yeah?" Valerie turned her head slightly toward her friend currently mounting her like a horse, causeing another stressful wobble in your work.

Before Kayla could whisper back however, a shout interrupted them,

"Ladies! I don't care if you don't want to listen to my lesson, but the rest of the class is here to learn, I'll thank you not to distract them, if you please." Standing right behind her desk, and your art project on top of it, was the professor glaring down at them... well down at Valerie, up at Kayla.

The two girls looked away from each other in a hurry, mumbling halfhearted apologies, as their cheeks turned a light pink, Kayla's face started to match her her hair, and Valerie's started to match her ass, in hue and she even had underwear to boot.

Giving a satisfied smirk, the professor turned her back to the girls stacked up on her desk and went back to her lecture. She wasn't half bad looking herself, but did you really want to spend more time in this class? There wasn't any reason you couldn't, but as you recalled there were quite a few different clubs in this school, with which you'd certainly find a number of different flavors of girls to try out.

You remembered from your time spent at this institution that they were quite proud of several of their athletics teams. And if memory served, some time after you left there was talks about installing an indoor pool. You might want to find out how that worked out.