Try My Powers at College...

I decided that my family could wait. I might as well try to get lucky with any number of girls on my college campus. So I slept on my discovery, and headed for school the next day. Might as well go crazy in public if it was all a dream. And by the time I arrived in my first class-- a required survey of Spenser's Fairie Queene-- I wasn't sure anymore.
What I was sure of was that the girls in the class could be rather cute. One rather traditionally beautiful blodne haired a blue eyed girl sat next to me, and usually took notes seriously. I mainly slept in that class, and sometimes fantasized about the teacher. She wasn't the most attractive of people, but I could definately imagine doing nasty things to her. But I could imagine that of a lot of people, I suppose. She wore the standard librarian scraped back haircut with the thick rimmed glasses, and her pantsuit fitted her form quite snuggly. I could tell she had sagging breasts, but her green eyes and almost-still-red hair attracted me.
As I entered the classroom, I approached the teacher, making sure she was just out of earshot of any other student.
"Professor Hartman, you need to suck my dick," I commanded, "but you have to contain yourself through class"
A gloss shot over her eyes as he brain processed the command. Then, in a low sultry voice, she almost groaned, "you tease. See my after class."
I went back to my seat, and whispered the the girl next to me. "Wouldn't you like me to finger you now?"
Her eyes glossed over, and she nodded.
"Too bad,"I said, feeling mean. "We're in class. But after class, maybe we can do something."

Class went uneventfully after that, except for both the teacher and the girl next to me (her name was Sandra) staring at me from time to time.

After class, everyone filed out except for Sandra and Professor Hartman, who locked the door. Sandra whined at me, asking when I would do something with her. Professor Hartman didn't like this, and approached.
"Get off him, you hussy."
"Hussy? He's mine, you old bat."
It was time for me to step in. "Ladies, we'll have to be civil. It seems I've double booked. Maybe we can all do something."
"Not with that thing," said the Professor. Sandra started towards her with rage, but I stepped inbetween them.
"Girls, there's no need to fight. Kiss each other like you're lovers." I commanded, and they obeyed, each one grasping the other with intent. Pink tongues touched teasingly, and Professor Hartman even massage Sandra's tits through her shirt.
I was honestly having trouble deiciding whether I should start with one, the other, or begin with both of them.