I turned to my left and get to be leave, only to have him hold my hand and he says,
"Bring a date if you want, just not Tina. I’d better get to class... Oh, and one more thing..."
He hesitated, but I already knew what was coming next.
"Please don’t tell anyone about last night, okay? It could get us all kicked off the football team."
I was right. But truth be told, I didn’t want them talking about it either. I had used my switches on everyone there, and I did not want word to get out about that either.
I go about my day and every class was a tornt, as it hurt to just breathe, or even sit there. Bending over my books and taking notes was even a chore. I got quite a few odd looks from the massive bruise on my jaw, but no one said a word about it.
At lunch I was surprised to have everyone but Richard and Tina appear next to , as I sat and ate. I did notice Tina walk in, see sitting with everybody else, and even at that distance, I could see the sad look on her face. I got even more stares from people walking by, as it was odd for so many from the football team to be sitting next to a self-avowed geek.
Bent kept going on about the party this weekend, and everybody else offered their apologies. I just nodded when it seed appropriate, and spoke as little as possible. I still wasn’t feeling too sociable.
That is until I got into Prof. Jane’s class, and i noticed the low-cut blouse, and knee length skirt she was wearing. Normally I sat towards the back, but when I saw her, I chose to sit closer to the front. Okay, I sat in the front row. I told myself that it was only because I wanted to see if my switches had affected her the sa way they had affected Tina.
Prof. Jane eyed as I sat down, and I could have sworn she even gave a small smile. I almost felt giddy, as I felt for her switches, and sensed them still there. I wondered how long the switches could stay in soone, and if they could be removed.
Based on the last ti I had been in her class, I knew I could modify any switch I made, but l haven’t tried removing any yet.
As an experint, I made a switch that would make the side of her right bre*ast itch, and then flipped it while she was lecturing today’s lesson. I felt the switch move, and I held it on for a bit. I could see that she was getting a little frustrated, though she made no move to scratch it. After a few minutes, she excused herself to her office, and I could feel the switch shudder, and realized she must be scratching it. I flipped it to off, and she ca out of her office shortly afterwards.
I watched her for a few more minutes, and noticed that she kept glancing at too. I couldn’t be sure if it was just because she was lecturing though, and tried to ignore it. I concentrated instead on removing the ’itch’ switch l’d just made, but it didn’t move. I spent all class trying to get rid of it, but the only thing I could do was change where she itched when I flipped it. Apparently once a switch is made, it’s permanent.
The bell rang, announcing the end of class, and I stood up, both elated at my new discovery, and disappointed by my failure.
"Oh, Mr. Smith, if you’ve got a mont, l’d like to talk to you about your last assignnt."
Prof. Jane’s voice halted just before I walked out the door, and I turned to look at her.
Her cheeks seed slightly flushed, and her eyes seed to be fighting indecision, but she waved back to her office.
"What’s up?"
I asked, and I was gratified to feel her ’wet pusssy’ switch move as I spoke. Prof.
Jane was conditioned as well, it seed.
The older woman walked to her desk, rifled through so paperwork, and pulled out last week’s assignnt. She indicated a chair for to sit in, while she sat on the edge of her desk. I was able to get a good look at her legs, and noticed how smooth and unblemished they looked. I wondered if she worked out to keep them well toned.
The professor cleared her throat, and I realized I’d been staring at her legs for too long. Guiltily I looked up at her, but she only smiled as she handed the assignnt.
"It is pretty rare that anyone does so well in my class," she told . "The math I teach isn’t easy for most students to grasp, but you seem to handle it with ease." Her eyes scrutinized , and I felt like an experint in a Petri dish under a microscope.
"In fact, you seed to pay very little attention in my class, until today."
I gulped, and knew she was right. Normally I show up to class just for the attendance, and to turn in assignnts, but otherwise let my mind wonder. I tend to study the book a week in advance, and rarely have any questions.
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