Kevin gets distracted

Karen turned to face Olivia, her hand on the doorknob, "Olivia! Put a freaking bra on!"

"What's your deal? I never wear a bra in public," Olivia couldn't figure out what was going on. She never wore a bra in public, did she? But then she'd also been really confused today and she'd found herself doing some really weird things with her boobs. So of course she shouldn't do something weird and out of character like wear a bra in public!

"Jesus, Olivia!," Karen let out an exasperated sigh and hurried out through the door.

Olivia was a few steps behind. Her large, unrestrained breasts bouncing freely under her black T-shirt. Olivia paused to close the door and quickly tease her nipples into sharp points that tented the fabric of her top. Then she hurried down the hallway, bouncing all the way.

Kevin grinned to himself as he hit enter on his latest command and placed the transmitter on the table next to his iphone. He switched to the phone and continued to scroll through the pictures he'd instructed Olivia to send to him. He gazed at one that he found particularly hot. In this one Olivia looked nonchalantly into the camera. She was topless, in only a bra. This bra was a green padded number that pushed her beautiful breasts up and together to form beautiful cleavage. He admired her tanned face and arms and slightly paler chest, her lustrous brown hair and blue eyes, her pink lips, high cheekbones and her little nose. Kevin was feeling bored, where was that Karen chick?

He reflected on the last command he'd sent Olivia.

Olivia Walker, you will make sure that your nipples are pointy until you get home tonight.

Kevin decided he would add some further spice.

Olivia Walker, you will not notice anybody looking at your breasts until you get home tonight. Olivia, you will thank anybody who points out your bralessness or your pointy nipples, you will believe that they are complimenting you. Furthermore, you will respond to any girl who points out your breasts by complimenting them on their breasts. Olivia Walker, you will refer to any breasts that are the same size or a little bigger than yours as "melons", bigger than that you will call "bazongas", a little smaller than yours you'll call "titties", and smaller than that are "boobies".

Kevin wanted to see what would happen with his latest command. Was it too complicated? He wondered what her nipples looked like right now. Was he being too weird? Would she get into trouble? What did she look like right now? Was he actually falling for this girl? Maybe he should- Oh damn!

At that moment his thoughts were abruptly interrupted and he whipped his head, along with every other guy in class, to stare at the door to the classroom.

There stood Karen Genato, Kevin's neighboor and Olivia's roommate. She was dressed to the nines in a pink blouse with tiny blue flowers and white buttons, her hair pinned just ... so. She seemed not to know what to do with her long, silky scarf. Karen obviously noticed the male attention and was clearly trying to ignore it. Kevin thought that she looked fucking hot. And beautiful. She made eye contact with him, flashed a friendly smile in familiarity, and made her way to the back of the room. He in turn, couldn't help but think that if Olivia were here she'd call Karen's tits "titties" or maybe even "melons."

Kevin snatched up his transmitter and began typing furiously.

Karen Genato, go sit one row in front of and one seat to the right of Kevin.

Kevin watched as Karen frowned in confusion and turned around 180°. She walked up to the row in front of Kevin, which was also a little lower than his own becuase this room was a small lecture hall, and made her way to the seat in front of and directly to the right of him. Karen glanced at him self-consciously, aware that he was checking her out, and sat down.__

Kevin was beside himself and had to fight hard not to crow out in triumph. Not only had his second test been a success, but what a success had it been. Now he had both of his sexy neighbors under his control!

Olivia sat in class, oblivious to the looks that she was garnering from her classmates.

"Psst. Olivia," whispered the girl in the seat next to her. Olivia thought that the girl's name was Tara. She had her black hair in cornrows and was giving Olivia a crazy look. "Girl, put a bra on before you poke somebody's eye out!"

"Aw thanks, Tara. Your titties look pretty, too."

Tara raised on eyebrow in disbelief and shook her head, turning back to the front. "Whatever. Whatever." She mumbled to herself.

Kevin stared openly at the beautiful blonde before him. For her part, Karen seemed to be ignoring him, which, as Kevin knew, meant that she knew he was staring at her. He figured he'd fix that. As the lecturer droned on about oxford commas or whatever, Kevin sneakily began to type into his transmitter.

Karen Genato, you will ignore Kevin leering at you. You wil--

But then another thought came to him, this one made him more nervous than he cared to admit. He erased his previous command without hitting send. Then he began to carefully type out his new idea.

Karen Genato, you think Kevin (the boy sitting behind you) is very cute. Karen, you have a crush on Kevin. You hope he will check you out. Kevin gives you, Karen Genato, butterflies in your stomach and you will feel nervous and bashful around him.

Kevin hit send and waited. Watching for some sign.

There! Was she blushing? Then she glanced back at him and quickly looked away. Holy moly! She glanced back, and smiled a cute, nervous smile.

Olivia focused on her boring history class and looked forward to it's dismissal. She took notes with her right hand while her left idly pinched and rubbed her nipples until they were pointy again.

Why was everybody looking at her? Tara kept glancing over at her, and the three other boys in the the row with her, and, glancing behind her, so were a bunch of other classmates.

Georgia, who sat behind Olivia, tapped her on the shoulder. "What are you doing?" She wispered to Olivia.

"Taking notes, what do you mean?" Olivia whispered back.

"I mean playing with your nips in class, Liv?"

"Oh! I was just getting them pointy again." She replied matter-of-factly.

"Liv! Stop, you're not even wearing a bra! Is this another prank?"

"Oh thanks, Georgia! Your boobies look really nice, too!"