Mrs. Darling, of course.

I made a note to try out Anna later. I sifted through the shadows until I found the one I could tell belonged to Mrs. Darling. She was walking about the front of the class now, and her long legs were driving me crazy already. I settled in, my eyes focused on her, and began my work.

I need something I need to feel in control These both went really well. I need to feel in control sexually Little tighter. I want to seduce someone Tighter still. I felt the first blossom of headache already. Her shadow was pretty wide open and deep, so it felt like even the smallest suggestions were harder for some reason. I want to seduce a studenT The push disappeared for a moment then came reeling back at me like a freight train. I visibly recoiled, like I'd been punched, which garnered some strange looks from students around me. My head felt like I'd just done a swan dive onto concrete.

Down below, Mrs. Darling stopped for a moment, as if she'd lost her concentration, before beginning again. I had no idea what she was teaching and the ringing in my hears meant I couldn't hear her anyway. She obviously had some huge blocks up against contact with students. This might be tough.

Most of my students are over 18 A male over 18 is a man Its not immoral to seduce a man That one was a crunch, especially for my already wounded brain. Its not immoral to seduce a man who wants to be seduced Easier. I want to seduce a man who wants to be seduced I need to seduce someone My head pounded in complaint. That one was too far a leap, I guess. It went in though. If a student consented, that would make it better I was ready, luckily, when the push came back at me. Rather than let it crash into me, I "caught" it and pushed it back. Again it crashed, less painfully this time and again I caught it and pushed it back. Finally it slid in.

I'd guess I'd been keeping it up for 30 or 40 minutes. I was watching her intently, watching her long pony tail sway around her back as she moved, and noting her hard nipples, high and proud, through her blue blouse. I felt my cock stir in my pants as imagined her dark eyes looking up at me.

I want to seduce a consenting studenT Again the teeter-totter of crash and catch. I could barely see now, through my pounding brain. It was brutal. I was ready to give up, but I felt like I'd already gotten so far. She was primed. I need a consenting student. I'd have to ask before I touched him. I bet the one in the third row in the middle would consenT I should seduce him This one didn't crash, but it wasn't easy, either. Like pushing a car in neutral. I need to seduce him I need to feel the power I can feel from seducing him Finally. It felt like I had suddenly taken off a backpack full of books. Everything was so much lighter now that she had accepted the first pushes.

I noticed a drop of bright red on the words I'd written down. I realized I was bleeding. My nose had a thin trickle of blood leaking from it, and a single drop had hit my paper. My headache was blazing, and I could barely see through the pain. What was I doing to my brain with all this? I put my finger to my nose to try and wipe the blood away and it came away wet.

I stumbled up from my seat, mumbling and excuse, and pushed through the door, trying to find my way down the hallway to the bathroom. Everything was spinning, and I was having trouble walking in straight lines. I leaned heavily against the wall, every inch of me feeling like it was spinning and being beaten all at once. I could feel thousands of caves from all around me spinning, opening, almost pulling thoughts from me...

I tried to shut it off, only having partial success, as I crashed into the bathroom door. I ran water, splashing my face and watching it come away pink. I pinched my nose and sat down heavily on the floor, leaning against a wall, as the whispers echoed to a stop and the pain began to recede. Soon even the walls stopped spinning and I felt human again. I must have taken fifteen minutes, staring straight ahead, as the world returned to normal. Finally, I got up, washed my face one more time and headed back to class.

When I got there, I realized that class was over. There were only two other students still in the classroom, both waiting to talk to Mrs. Darling as she packed up her case. I gathered my stuff, including my blood-dotted page of paper, back into my rucksack and sat down for a moment, gathering again. I was going to wait till the others left. If I was getting a brain tumor or something, I was at least going to find out if it had all worked.

I realized that the girl talking to Mrs. Darling right now was the shallow cave I had noticed before. She was a short Asian-American girl who was smacking a wad of gum while asking a question that I was having difficulty understanding. Mrs. Darling was too, and she was obviously getting a little annoyed. The girl was fairly busty for her size, since she was about 5 feet tall, but had at least a C-cup. There was some chance her daddy had bought her her chest, since I guessed the rest of her clothes were pretty swanky. She had a Delta Delta keychain, which seemed to explain a lot.

Finally she left, leaving it just as me and Mrs. Darling. Mrs. Darling was obviously ready to go and looked at me with her wide, dark eyes.

"I'm really glad you came back... I needed to talk with you about something. Can you ask while we walk?" she asked. Her eyes sparkled.

"Sure," I replied. How to check to see if it had worked other than just go for it?

"I have to leave and meet my husband, so I'm heading to the parking lot... can you follow me? Did you have a question about class?" The material of her sky blue satin blouse was moving delightfully against her tits. I tried not to stare. I saw her notice my stare and gain the tiniest hint of smile. We headed out into the hall and out towards the Erickson building parking lot. There were only a few people in the hallway.

"Well, my question is..." I wasn't sure how to play this suddenly.

"Hold on, I want to grab my coat from my office." She turned a quick right and pulled out a set of keys, unlocking a door and popping inside. I quickly followed her. It was a small, dark office, decorated in mahogany, but I was looking more at the perfect line up the back of her stockings than the wide desk or abundance of books. She snagged her coat off a rack at the back of the office.

"OK! I'm ready to go," she said, smiling. Her eyes focused on me and she bit her bottom lip. "Hey, since its raining... do you need a ride somewhere?" Her breathing was a little heavy. She ran one hand down her long black ponytail.

I nodded vigorously, and we headed outside. It was pouring rain, and as we burst out the doors and headed for her posh two seater audi, I wondered at first why we had bothered to grab her coat since she didn't put it on or even put it over her head. She unlocked the door as we ran through the rain and we both jumped in. I glanced at her and realized why she hadn't put the coat on. Her shirt was drenched, wet, clinging to her round breasts and her hard, rain-cold nipples showed clearly as dark circles against the wet blue material. I wondered why I could see her nipples so clearly through her bra before I realized her bra was a demi cup, the black line just underneath her jutting nipples. Wow.

As the car roared to life, she looked over at me.

"You must be so cold!" she said, maternally, turning the heat on in the car. I noticed her hand dodge to her chest for just a moment and pop open a button on her wet shirt before her hand rested on my knee, rubbing vigorously. "Lets get you warmed up!" The heat was only on a little, but her hand continued to rub my knee.