Study Hall

John headed down the hall to study hall. With her new genius knowledge chemistry was easy, and the study halls had always bored her. Looking at a pair of girls in short shorts and white nylons, John flashed on an idea of how to make the day more enjoyable for everyone.

With a grin, she twisted reality and changed the eight period days into four classes alternating with four study halls. She followed the two girls into her classroom where the students and teachers were all nude and the new arrivals disrobed quickly, folding their clothes and stowing them under their desks. She watched as the two girls each randomly picked a boy and began stroking their exposed penises, casually chatting about classes and parties.

John was about to pull up an empty seat and enjoy the new festivities when two oil slicked hands began to massage her breasts from behind. She realized that her very sensitive breasts were very public knowledge in this new reality along with a number of other senual details. She knew that one of the band geeks gave a heavenly massage, half a dozen students with obvious foot fetishes, a fair number of bisexual and lesbian girls, and other formerly private details that were now very much public. John moaned hotly as the voyeurs enjoyed the show, and her knees buckled as her body spasmed explosively.

"I had heard about your tits from others in school," A rich satiny voice purred in her ear as she dropped unceremoniously to her knees. "but I never expected you to cum just from that."

"Oh don't worry about me." John panted, craning her neck around. "I'm very multiorgasmic." Behind her an impossibly tall black girl leaned down and looped her hands around John's middle and pulling her unsteadily back to her feet. "Nichelle Jones, right? Basketball center."

"And you're John Doe, bisexual, love looking at girls in nylons, and with the most sensitive tits in your year."

"And you're a mystery. Nobody knows what gets you hot."

Nichelle wrote a number down on a piece of paper. "I prefer to be the one pushing buttons publically, but if you want something a little more private..." The ebony girl trailed off with a smile.

"I can be discrete." John smiled as her legs stopped wobbling. "You sure you don't want something now? Fair is fair and all."

"Perhaps later." Nichelle demurred. "Oh and John, when you call, make sure your brother's there too, would you? I like to share."

"Right..." John just stared as she watched the nubian amazon saunter across the room to tease a young man with her long legs. Scratching her head curiously she gazed about the room looking for someone to amuse herself with before her eyes settled on a mop of brunette hair carefully hidden in a corner.

Laura Godiva was a mousy beauty rumored to be descended from the infamous Lady Godiva of the nude ride. The current Godiva was a mousy little bibliophile who spent two of her four new found pleasure breaks as an assistant librarian, but she still bore the same long flowing locks of her ancestor, hers a nondescript brown as opposed to the riders luscious blonde. Laura had a reputation for keeping out of sight and keeping others at bay during the pleasure breaks, even physically disabling people if she felt threatened. John had found a common bond in their shared love of nylon and had carefully cultivated a tenuous relationship with the prickly teen.

Sure enough, there was Laura crouched down in a nest of bean bags and pillows, reading a copy of the Kama Sutra, hair casually falling in such a way to protect her modesty. John smiled and carefully settled into a spot at the back of the room, pulling the oblivious girl's feet into her lap. Just as rumors of her own tits had circulated, Laura had her own erotic holy grail: the young brunette's feet were her greatest erogenous zone, and anything more than walking got her immensely turned on. Of course more than one person had made a play for the sensitive extremities but Laura or John or someone always managed to put a stop to their unwanted advances. Even now many of the other students glared in envy, knowing that only John Doe would ever be allowed that close to those feet. John just smiled indulgently and gently traced her nails along Laura's sole, causing the young girl to moan softly, her book shaking softly in her hands.

Laura alternately pulled and pushed her soles away from John, who casually teased and relented as the other girl willed before taking her playmate's foot in her hands and casually massaging it between her hands. Laura went wild, arching and writhing in pleasure as John alternated between massaging first her left foot and then the right foot. Finally, she raised the captive foot to her mouth and started licking Laura's sole and sucking on her toes. Laura thrashed and screamed as the orgasm ripped through her, her book fallen forgotten to the side as the girls cuddled in Laura's post orgasmic bliss.

As John let her eyes wander around the room, she spotted someone she recognized and flashed on a way to improve their lives with her power.