Owen stared out the window and drummed his pencil against the desk. He was not looking forward to today – his class was taking the State Comprehension test. Tedious, mind-numbing tests that demanded very little intelligence and a Number 2 pencil. Six hours trapped in his homeroom.
There wasn't even a cute girl in the room to at least test his budding powers on. But something did seem amiss- everyone was milling around, waiting for Mr. Bilker so show up. He was already 10 minutes late – unusual for the punctual math teacher.
Suddenly, a tall blonde woman stumbled into the room, carrying test booklets up to her chin. She set the booklets down on the desk and composed herself. Owen's eyes widened – the paperwork had been concealing a firm and impressive set of breasts, wrapped in snug but heavy gray turtleneck sweater. They rose and fell steadily as she tried to catch her breath.
She was also wearing a floral skirt, loose but floor length, which curved out gently at her shapely hips. She introduced herself as "Miss Jenny", and explained that Mr. Bilker was sick, and that she would sub for him during the test.
Owen smiled. Perhaps today would be a good day after all.
While Jenny was writing the test instructions on the chalkboard, Owen could help but notice the way she shifted her weight back and forth, thrusting each hip out. Or the soft bulge of her full ass underneath the draping skirt. She had a weird, subtle sexiness about her, too. Sort of naïve, in a cute, dorky kind of way. Like she would slurp up a popsicle in a room full of men and have no idea what she was doing.
While watching her ass wiggle, Owen decided to give a little "feel" to see what he had to work with. A sturdy bra with wide straps, full cups, and several hooks. Satin panties, a conservative cut, but slightly loose. “Feeling” the lacy waistband with his powers, Owen gave a gentle tug… the material tightened around the swell of her hips and round bottom.
Another tug, and he could see the panties slide over her butt through the thin skirt material. The skirt now draped so nicely over her nearly-bare ass, settling between the two cheeks.
Miss Jenny stopped writing and looked down, panic stirring. She clenched her thighs, all too aware of her southbound panties. But her Yoga-fit thighs were no match for Owen’s telekinesis; with a vigorous yank, the panties slithered through the
tight clutch of her soft thigh-flesh.
With a barely audible “yelp” she clamped her knees, but too late. The panties slipped past, pooling atop her sandals. No one but Owen and Miss Jenny seemed to notice. Yellow panties, he observed. Yellow panties were a first for him!
She quickly finished the rest of the directions and tried to waddle back to her desk as nonchalantly as possible.
While everyone began the test, Owen watched as she slipped the panties off her shoes and stuffed them in her purse.
Owen tried to concentrate on the test for a little while, but it was just no use. He peeked up at Jenny. Even as she leaned back in Mr. Bilker's chair, her large breasts bulged up and out in complete disregard for the laws of gravity.
Owen decided it was time for round 2, and gently unhooked her bra. Her eyes opened wide, and her breasts settled visibly. She crossed her arms and looked around the class- everyone, including Owen, seemed busy with the test.
Under the guise of “stretching”, Jenny tried to reach back under her sweater to grasp at the hooks. But doing so pulled the sweater up and revealed several inches of pale delicious belly.
So instead she reached back and tried to grab the hooks through the sweater. She fumbled with the thick material before Owen decided to intercede. He guided the hooks, not to each other, but into the soft fabric of the sweater, tugging thick yarn through hook and loop alike until they held tight… for now.
Jenny felt the hooks catch, and believed everything was okay. Owen could already feel the tension beginning to un-knit the heavy sweater. He gave the fabric just the tiniest bit of help, and noticed the sweat did seem to be slightly looser. Jenny dug a book out of her purse, and Owen decided to give her a break while he chewed through more of the test.
About a half hour later, Jenny stood up and announced the end of the first part. She started writing the instructions for the second part. Owen could see a very visible patch of white skin in the back of her sweater, where the hooks were pulling it apart.
He also marveled at how great her bare ass looked under the thin veil of her floral skirt. He contemplated for a bottom conjuring up a “breeze” to lift that skirt and expose that lovely tush (had he seen that in a movie?) but didn’t want to scare off the demure Miss Jenny just yet.
He also marveled at how great her bare ass looked under the thin veil of her floral skirt. He contemplated for a bottom conjuring up a “breeze” to lift that skirt and expose that lovely tush (had he seen that in a movie?) but didn’t want to scare off the demure Miss Jenny just yet.
Everyone began the second part, and Jenny returned to the desk. She had her legs tightly crossed, and was reading some trashy romance novel. "Pirates of a Burning Heart" or some crap like that.
Owen wondered if books like that really turned women on. If they did, it would seem to be a risky thing to read one in front of a class of horny teenage boys in a thin skirt and no panties. Jenny uncrossed and recrossed her legs. Owen thought about her soft pussy pressed against the flimsy material, almost kissing the hard plastic school chair. Maybe slightly damp from a particularly good chapter…
Owen had seen plenty of bare pussies, especially since his powers developed last year, but he had never actually touched one, or even been up close to one to know his way around.
He thought about “feeling” her with his powers. He would have to be subtle. Almost imperceptible; too strong a goose and Miss Jenny might run for the hills, never to be seen again.
Owen wondered what it must be like. Soft. And warm, of course. Did she have pubic hair? Owen thought about reaching out… touching her with his mind, but the thought sent his virgin mind into a spin.
Miss Jenny uncrossed her legs. And left them uncrossed. Maybe the book was turning her on? Or losing her panties? Owen was sweating now, almost shaking with nervousness.
As Owen sat there pondering Jenny's private parts, he nervously traced his thumb around the tip of his eraser. Jenny shifted around in her seat, adjusting her sweater and skirt. Owen couldn't tell for sure, but it looked like her nipples were erect and poking out from her sweater.
Jenny fanned herself with her trashy novel, and Owen continued to thumb his eraser, unaware of how his powers were influencing the poor substitute teacher. Jenny's cheeks were growing flushed. She squirmed in the hard plastic seat like she had to pee or something.
Jenny pushed her left hand into her lap, palm down, as if trying to prevent someone from looking up her skirt. She started breathing out of her mouth, and her lips were red and swollen.
Owen watched her press her crotch, and wondered if she ever masturbated to those books, or even that one in particular. He poked at his chin with the eraser, moving it in tiny circles.
Jenny still had the book open, but her eyes were closed. She crossed her legs again, and squirmed her tush back and forth. There was a thin layer of sweat on her brow. She looked up at the clock with an anxious, pleading expression. Still half an hour for this part of the test.
A slight moan slipped from her lips, and cut the silence of the classroom. Several students looked up at her. She excused herself and covered her mouth with a trembling hand. Her voice was shaky and nervous.
Her sweater was loosening. By now, Owen could make out tiny spots of skin and bra peeking through gaps in the knit. But Jenny hadn't noticed.
She put her book aside, giving up all pretense of reading. Her hips were squirming against the seat, and she held to the desk, white-knuckled. Her mouth was slightly agape, and her lower lip was quivering until she nibbled on it.
Owen loved the way she moved her body. His eraser was now worn to a glossy sheen.
Suddenly Mr. Gurnstein, the principal, walked into the classroom with some paperwork.
Jenny stood to greet him, or at least tried too. Her knees buckled wildly, and she could only make it halfway up.
She gasped loudly as she clung to the desk and thrust her butt out behind her. And then Owen noticed it – two lily white strip of flesh appearing over her hips and tummy, between her skirt and sweater.
He looked down and saw the toe of her shoe catching the hem of her skirt. He hadn't done that! Could a woman so sweetly charming and conservative really be that clumsy?
Unaware of her caught skirt, Jenny seemed to steel herself for a moment and then stood upright. Under the tension, the elastic waistband of the floral skirt slid over the full roundness of her ass and quickly slipped off her shapely pale thighs and calves.
Still lost in the haze of her lusty fever dream, she didn’t quite notice her sudden nudity.
Her knees wobbled and gave out under her full weight, and she fell against Mr Gurnstein, clutching at his lapels. The entire classroom was treated to a view of a narrow thatch of true blond hair and a white fleshy ass, that quivered with Jenny's own public and humiliating ecstasy.
She gazed up at Mr Gurnstein, wide-eyed and pleading as her body suddenly quaked and jiggled for several seconds. She let out a long, breathy squeal, and Mr Gurnstein could only stare back, shocked and bewildered.
Finally, Jenny composed herself enough to notice her own nudity. Several boys in the class had already begun cheering and clapping. Jenny jumped away from the principal and pulled her gray sweater down over her well-groomed pussy. She covered herself, but only for a second; with a nudge from Owen the sweater quickly unraveled!
Bursting open, the yarn seemed to dissolve in her hands. She kept one hand thrust in her crotch while the other tried to cover her generous ass, hoping her sturdy matching yellow bra would help maintain some of her dignity.
But as her sweater unspooled, her bra too seemed to melt from her body, tangled in an unraveling web of gray yarn. First the cups slackened from the lush breasts, and then the straps slipped from her shoulders.
The heavy cotton cups flicked her erect nipples as they slipped away, causing her breasts to quiver ever so slightly. She cried aloud in embarrassment as her bra and unmade sweater scattered to the floor.
She dove for her skirt, but found the hem caught under the leg of the desk (that Owen DID do!). She tugged at it with both hands, leaving her bare tits to swing and bounce wildly. Her face was flushed red with humiliation. And with a hearty pull, she ripped apart her skirt, leaving her with only the waistband and a few skimpy inches of material.
By now Mr. Gurnstein had recovered from the sight of a beautiful nude woman in one of his classrooms. He shouted for order, and wrapped his sports jacket over Jenny's luminous body. He led Jenny from the room, her face buried in her hands, her knees still weak and rubbery. And as she was led from the room, no one could help but notice that short Mr. Gurnstein's coat failed to cover so much of Jenny's full behind.
The classroom was in uproar. Laughter and shock and lewd remarks. Many took the opportunity to ditch the remainder of the test, although it would be another half an hour before Owen could stand without embarrassing himself.
The End
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