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 torment, 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 me, as I sat and ate. I did notice Tina walk in, see me 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 me their apologies. I just nodded when it seemed 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 same way they had affected Tina.
Prof. Jane eyed me as I sat down, and I could have sworn she even gave me 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 someone, and if they could be removed.
Based on the last time 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 experiment, 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 came out of her office shortly afterwards.
I watched her for a few more minutes, and noticed that she kept glancing at me 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 moment, l'd like to talk to you about your last assignment."
Prof. Jane's voice halted me just before I walked out the door, and I turned to look at her.
Her cheeks seemed slightly flushed, and her eyes seemed to be fighting indecision, but she waved me 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 seemed.
The older woman walked to her desk, rifled through some paperwork, and pulled out last week's assignment. She indicated a chair for me 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 me the assignment.
"It is pretty rare that anyone does so well in my class," she told me. "The math I teach isn't easy for most students to grasp, but you seem to handle it with ease." Her eyes scrutinized me, and I felt like an experiment in a Petri dish under a microscope.
"In fact, you seemed 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 assignments, but otherwise let my mind wonder. I tend to study the book a week in advance, and rarely have any questions.