Mrs. Hawthorne heads to the office!

I walked through campus scoping out anything or anyone I could to practice my newfound powers on. My skill was growing faster than expected, moving simple things was basically a small fraction of my effort. Fabric was trickier, just because of the many individual threads that I had to kindof conceptualize. But thinking of the threads in a shirt was more or less the same experience of thinking of a sentence, or paragraph in its entirety. Reading makes you a better reader. As I approached the library I was planning on expanding my understanding of the extent of my control on things. Could I animate a pair of gloves? Just how strong was I? Thats when I saw Mrs. Hawthorne walking towards her office.

'So much for that plan.' I thought. Quickly I sat down on a park bench and closed my eyes. My mind wandered out and followed her as she entered the building. As she was heading up the stairs I couldn't help it. Her ass in the loose black skirt she was wearing was so perfectly shaped.

"Oh!" Mrs. Hawthorne yelped. She placed a hand behind her, feeling her skirt compress against her ass on its own. "...wh- what the hell..." She moaned, as she turned and tried to see the her invisible perpetrator. Her skirt bunched up thickly against her and pushed her up the stairs. "Ah! Okok I get it!" As she came into the office hallway I was starting to feel reckless. I released her dress but telekinetically grabbed both her hands and pulled them together in front of her, leading her faster towards a door with her name written in type.

"Jesus... you're the horniest student I've ever had." She joked. THAT was interesting. Despite discovering that she had a pupil with telekinesis, and being groped by said telekinetic student, her attitude was light, even encouraging. Like she knew what I wanted and wasn't against being played with. "Well... aren't you going to open the door for me?" In my wonder I had absent mindedly stopped her at her door with her hands still together. 'oh right...courtesies.' Mrs. Hawthorne watched the handle turn on its own and the door slowly open. I pulled her less hastily into her office and closed the door behind her.

"Ok student. You seem to have a thing for me..."

Wait... was I being lectured? Now? After all I showed her I can do?

"My title is Mrs. Hawthorne. Mrs, meaning I have a husband. Maybe you should stop and think...think about...hmf. wow." Her eyes fell to her breasts, which were being squeezed and caressed by nothing. Mrs. Hawthorn closed her eyes and arched her back, leaning into my telekinetic groping.

'Damn, she really likes titty play.' I thought to myself. 'Have to remember that one.' Her hips began bucking as her arousal built.

'Ok enough of this.' Quickly I yanked her hands over her head and pulled her onto her toes. "What are you...Oh! Oh shit!" She yelled as I **** her skirt to grope and squeeze her clit and ass simultaneously. "Ah! Yes! Oomf!" Maybe I was a bit too rough when I lifted her and flopped her facedown on her desk. "Mmmm...c'mon. Is that all you can do with those powers of yours." She growled, raising her hips and lifting her ass in the air. I must have been basically drooling in the park where my body was. I reached out and melded with the fabric in her panties underneath her skirt. The feeling was amazing. I began moving, exploring the fabrics strength and dexterity. Mrs. Hawthorne gasped and stuck her ass out farther. "Ohhh. Ohhh shit. Oh what the fuck!" I lept full **** into rubbing her clit. Furiously I willed the fabric to stroke her to the utmost of my speed.

"OhHhh yOu're deFinitEly gEtting an A+ in my clAss." She said as her body rocked back and forth forcefully. I almost laughed the way her voice was faltering in her arousal.

Suddenly everything went black, and next thing I know I'm on the park bench again, sloped over against the railing.

"Ohh fuckk..." I groaned. The light hurt my eyes momentarily before everything refocused. "I guess I went too hard to quick." I said outloud.

'hope that doesn't give me telekinetic blue balls' inwardly. 'Wonder what Mrs. Hawrhorne thinks happened.'