Testing Heather

He had to admit that Heather certainly was a knockout. Adam had been drooling over her for months now and going to sleep many nights with fantasies regarding her running through his head. At 18, standing 5'3", black hair and green eyes, and likely weighing 150 lbs soaking wet (a good part of it chest) she was definetely well developed with an hourglass figure, spectacular 38D tits that bounced whenever she walked let alone ran, and an ass that just screamed "GRAB ME!". Of course, looking that good and knowing it, she'd always wear clothes to show off her assests to best advantage and still decorus enough that the staff couldn't complain. Adam watched as she sauntered down the hallway and thought to himself 'with my powers, she's MINE!' and stifled a laugh at the situation. "Hey Heather! Hold on a minute." Heather stopped and turned looking confused.

"Oh... Hi Adam." She obviously thought he was someone different and was disappointed that it was Adam. Neither popular nor terribly good looking, but, for some reason, she felt the need to talk to him. "What is it?"

Adam smiled triumphantly. "I've got a bit of a problem that I need your help with. You will help me?" Though phrased as a question, Adam used his powers and saw the girl's will weaken.

"Sure, Adam. Where do you need my help?"

Adam thought quickly. The nearest empty classroom was three doors down. "Over here." Adam said, and, with Heather following him dociley, eneterd the darkened classroom. "Alright, Heather." Adam said. "Just sit in the front row for a moment." He quickly went around the room and made certain that all the doors were locked and the shades pulled down.

Heather looked a little confused. "Um, Adam? What is it that you need my help with?"

"You, my dear fucktoy, are going to screw me silly. But first, you're getting very horny, aren't you?" Heather's breath suddenly gasped and one hand rose to her chest as the other leapt to her pussy.

"Yesss..." She hissed. "Oh fuck! I'm so fucking horny!"

"That's wonderful. Now, don't you think you have a few too many clothes on to play with yourself? Let me see some flesh." Heather begins to pull on her sweater. "No no no, Heather. Slowly. You want to turn ME on too, don't you?" Heather's eyes were glazed with lust as she nodded and performed a sensual striptease, getting up on the desk and dancing while removing each article of clothing.

Once naked, she sat of the edge of the desk, whimpering in lust. "Please, fuck, touch me. Fuck me. Do something, but make me come!"