The professor gets back in front of the class, and continues her lecture, but she kept watching like a hawk.
I want to experint, but know better than to ss with the lights again. Maybe it is telekinesis, I wonder, and start trying to lift my pencil off my desk with only my mind.
Nothing happens.
I try moving it side to side, but again, it sits motionless.
Maybe it only works on electronics, I wonder next. Looking around for soone with their cell phone out, I’m disappointed to see none. I don’t dare pull my own out, with Prof Jane watching so keenly.
Professor Jane’s computer screen is faced away from , so I can’t really judge with it.
The bell rings, and I started preparing to leave forgetting about Prof. Jane’s office, till she calls back.
Her office is small, but neatly organized. I sit in a comfortable chair, facing her desk. She goes to one of her filing cabinets, and starts rifling through it, till she finds what she is after, and pulls out a manila folder.
" Nicolas Smith," she intones, and I can tell from her voice that she’s not very happy with ,
"4.0 average student, attending this university on a scholarship." Her eyes lift from the folder, and seem to strike to my core. "I have to confess, if you didn’t do so well in my class, I likely wouldn’t even know who you are. You don’t seem the type to cause problems, so do you want to tell what that was about out there?"
"Professor, I know i was smiling, but I thought it was kind of funny, just like the rest of the class. I don’t have a key to the switch, so I don’t know how it got turned off."
But I did know tho, because I had done it. Done it sohow with my mind.
She started talking again, but my mind is absorbed on what I might be able to do. I can see her laptop screen in here, and imagine it turning off. Again, nothing happens. Thinking hard,
I try to figure out what is different. The I rember everyti I use my power, I was thinking about switching sothing off, not just it being off suddenly. Looking to the laptop again, I imagine moving a switch to turn it off, and then I have to stop myself from whooping as it suddenly powers down.
Wondering if I can only turn things off, I think about switching it back on, and I can almost feel the switch move in my mind, as it starts to power back up.
"Are you listening to ?" My professor’s voice cuts through my thoughts, and I look up to et her large brown eyes, unable to think of what she’d just said. I can see anger in her eyes, as I hesitate to speak, but a sudden thought crosses my mind.
What if I could switch off her anger?
I quickly imagine her anger as a switch, with happiness on one end, anger the other, and try to move the switch. I feel the switch with my mind, as I push against it, but it refuses to budge. I press harder, but still no movent. I almost give up, when her laptop finally boots up, and its startup sounds distract her, and the switch moves a little bit. Not enough to get rid of her anger, l suspect, but enough to blunt it.
Wondering if I had actually moved the emotional switch, or was simply able to sense it, I decide to try sothing else.
Perhaps it’s too much to hope to be able to change a mood so much and so quickly. While she is still distracted with her laptop, I reimagine the switch, but this ti, instead of happiness, I think of no feeling, and try to move the switch. It budges slightly more, but still not enough.
I look at my professor, and at the way her suit hugs her nice curves, and another thought strikes .
Maybe I can’t change an emotion quickly, but can l affect her physically? I decide to throw caution to the wind as she turns back to , her anger only slightly blunted, due to my efforts, I flip another switch in her and almost sighing when I feel it move easily.
Prof. Jane’s eyes seem to grow larger as what I had done seems to register to her, but otherwise she shows no reaction. She just continues to stare at , and I know her crotch is getting wetter, or at least I hope it is, because I felt the switch move. I realize she is still waiting for my answer.
"I promise you, I didn’t see anybody turn off the lights, and I am not certain how they turned it off." I said, trying to think. It wasn’t completely a lie, as I still didn’t understand how this new power of mine worked.
She continues to stare at , but I can still feel the anger switch slowly moving. I decide that emotionless is a poor place to move the switch to, and instead create a switch to Hot, wondering just what I might be capable of doing to this mature and beautiful woman. I can imdiately feel that the switch in her mind is easier to move, but still not moving fast.
Suddenly I realize that the switch making her p*ssy wet has turned back off on on, and sense the ’Hot’ switch start moving again. No, I must be able to do more than one at a ti, I figure, but how many?
I easily flip another switch in her, making her niapples hard, and hold back my grin as she starts talking again. "You’re a bright student, and I don’t want to see you get into any trouble.
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