With a short amount of time between English and History, Katy hustled to her next class. “So I can go into people and take what I want from them… I think this could work…”
Practically skipping in the door her heart sank a bit when she noticed that instead of Ms. Ansell, there was an older woman sitting in the front of the room. Katy’s plan of just renting the teacher’s knowledge to ace another test went out the window. Approaching the substitute, Katy asked, “So, do you know what we’re covering today?”
“Oh, sweety, no… I don’t know any of this. I’m just here to proctor the test and…” the sub continued to drabble on while Katy nodded and turned to sit in the back once again. Katy was somewhat looking forward to poking around in Ms. Ansell’s library. As one of the premiere teachers for the guys in the school, Ms. Ansell had rumors about her constantly hooking up with the more attractive male students. The boys in the class commonly asked for help so they could approach her desk and get a look down her blouse – speaking of her neckline, Katy swore it was getting lower and lower each day, either that or her chest was getting larger and larger. Even Katy had to admit that though her huge chest was impressive, it wasn’t her main feature. What made all the boys sway and lean in their desks, what lead to countless pant adjustments, to cellphone pictures under desks, were her legs and ass. And to outclass her heavy chest was a serious accomplishment. This woman had legs that could convince any man to do her bidding. She knew it too, wearing tight fitting miniskirts each day that, on a regular woman would just be a form fitting thigh high skirt, clung to her and looked as if at any moment would rip into pieces, revealing what could only be imagined of as flawlessness. Starting at the bottom and slowly looking up her incredibly sensual thighs, the perfectly soft skin with just a hint of toned strength and dexterity, you’d only be topped off by the lusciously round and firm cheeks that made up Ms. Ansell’s ass. Katy found herself staring some days when she was erasing the boards, watching her body sway from side to side with a bit of jiggle when she jumped to reach the top of the boards, showing off the definition of her cheeks at the bottom of each bounce.
Katy once thought she heard a boy in the back ‘reach his limit’ when he groaned and quickly excused himself to the restroom when on one particular day Ms. Ansell was erasing the board and dropped the eraser from her hand onto herself that left a dust mark on the top of her protruding tits. She then turned towards the class and patted her chest down, being sure to brush from the top of each breast, slowly along the curvature, down to the bottom. Shaking her hands out after each stroke and slowly revealing the tops of her struggling bra when she accidently unfastened the top button. Seeing that some of the dust had fallen in her massive cleavage, she tried to rub it out with a couple fingers. In, and out. In, and out, rubbing each side of her inner breasts carefully and slowly to get each particle. Drawing her fingers out from her blouse, she placed them in her mouth, sucking on the 3 fingers to wet them with her saliva so that she could once again slide her fingers into herself. Letting her soaked fingers do the work, rubbing them up and down out of her bra, her generous breast flesh swallowing up her hand on each down stroke. Every set of eyes in the room staring at her fingers and wobbling breasts. Nearly finally satisfied with the removal of the dust, she finished off by slowly blowing on the tops of her chest. Pouting her lips together and blowing downward to dry off, the sudden cold chill on her sensitive wet breast tops made her shiver and let out a quiet surprised, “Oooo…”.
Most girls in the class were obviously jealous of Ms. Ansell, but Katy was the type of girl to just accept that some woman had all the luck. Besides, Katy didn’t like that type of attention from all the guys. Katy’s goodwill towards her history instructor started when the two had worked closely together to get Katy bumped up into this class. Katy respected the amount of historical knowledge Ms. Ansell had, for, despite being in her late 20’s, she had this way of explaining history as if she was much older than she really was. Then she would bend over in front of the class to pick up some dropped papers and tease all the boys with her body, and Katy would roll her eyes at the hot goodness that was Ms. Ansell.
However, Katy’s plan was ruined by her absence today. “I’ll just need to borrow from someone else then…” Katy planned in her head, looking around the room for someone to visit. Katy had a reputation in this class to know her stuff, but because of the late night studying for the English test and essay, she never got a chance to read the assigned chapters.
Leaning over her desk slightly to her side, she got the girl’s attention who was sitting next to her, “Hey, umm, did you read the chapters last night?”
“Yeah, only the first couple, I fell asleep to the rest. But I think I can do well on the Capitalism against Communism section. Oh, and the… ” the poor girl continued to answer while Katy justified to herself, “she’s probably going to fail anyway, so if I get the first part from her, I can find the rest somewhere else.”
Concentrating on the raven haired girl in front of her, she waited to be taken to the starting plane so she could enter her library. On cue, the familiar building structure faded in to place. “Let’s make this quick,” rubbing her hands together Katy entered the building and found the Librarian, “can you please direct me to the books that have the history readings from last night?”
It was surprisingly only a single book, which worried Katy a bit, “What type of quality knowledge am I getting?” As if she was deciding on a piece of fruit at the store. Scanning through the book she quickly realized something was off. Instead of individual notes like Mrs. Easton’s books, there were pictures of the textbook with a few words blurred out here and there. “She has a photographic memory… ” Katy mumbled. Ecstatic over finding what she came for, she stood up from her kneeling position and became very interested in the idea that books could contain images. While walking towards the Librarian, Katy began to eye the Librarian up and down. She wasn’t bad looking, just like the real her back in class. Someone who, like her friend Amber, could be a lot hotter if they cared to put more time and effort into their appearance each morning.
Katy knew back in class the girl was wearing a large hoodie and jeans, just as her librarian was, but things were always off a bit here. The librarian here had a hoodie that actually fit her and was a female cut version, while her jeans hugged her much more in the right places. Katy hadn’t noticed before now that this girl had a lot more going for her than at first glance. “Can you do me a favor?” Katy asked the librarian, now in front of her holding the book, “Can you show me what your body looks like?” The librarian asked in reply, “I can show you to the section on body images. Will this suffice?”
The isle was quite extensive, much larger than the history knowledge section. Looking over the titles of the books found a series that interested her: Nudes. “What could this mean…?” Katy muttered with mischievous grin. The book was filled with image after image of selfies that the girl had taken where she, consistent with the title, was nude. Katy had to admit, and was getting a bit jealous, this girl had a nice tight little body going on. Most of the pictures didn’t have her face, but were mixtures of her pressing her small C breasts together and hiding her nipples with her arm. A couple chapters in Katy found her getting more adventurous and starting to show off a bit more than just her tits. She had a shaved mound, with just a hint of an opening at the lips. Just as soon as Katy thought the girl wouldn’t go any further, she picked up the next book, and there she was, spreading herself open for herself to see. Her fingers showing off her pink opening, with a series of pictures showing off multiple angles. “Wow…, ok then. Guess she has a bit of an adventurous side.” Katy put the books back since she didn’t really need to take a book about this girl’s private (well, kind of private at this point) selfies.
It was when she decided to leave that a book caught her eye: Relationship Nudes.
“Now this I might want to see” Katy licked her lips and starting to gently suck in her lower lip just imagining the contents. Katy glanced to the side at the librarian waiting for her at the end of the aisle and turned away clutching the book to her own chest. Opening it up her jaw dropped. “Oh my… god… no wonder this girl doesn’t need show off when she already has that!” Flipping through more and more pages Katy found herself wondering what it would be like. The book’s effects began to seep into her. Closing her eyes and tilting her head upwards, “Mhmm”, sliding her available hand down her chest, gently down her stomach, resting her hand at the top of her pants. Sliding one, then two fingers into the band, playing the top of her underwear. “I couldn’t even begin to imagine…” That when Katy realized, she didn’t have to imagine. Her eyes opening in her realization and losing herself a bit in her rising arousal.
“the uhm… the.. the second part of the chapter,” the girl began to try and think through what she could remember, “I can’t seem to picture what I read last night, but the other part.” Panicking a bit that she could now no longer recall anything for the test today, as if it all disappeared in an instant, the girl shook her head in disbelief. Katy on the other hand just grinned, as she was a bit lost in a fog after gaining a year’s worth of erotic images of this girl’s adventurous bed side manners. Squirming in her seat, she could feel herself moisten a bit and wanting to take her pants off right then and there in class, Katy knew she needed to get a hold of herself. Looking around for another person to get the last part from she just looked to her other nearest neighbor.
Katy decided that she should just get in and out since she couldn’t handle anything else right now being so horny. The images just didn’t stop coming into her mind, just like something else. Her thoughts kept jumping back. Even though Katy knew the memories weren’t hers… but since they were remembered in the first person Katy felt as if it was indeed her going through the experiences.
After obtaining what she came for, she returned back to the room and awaited the test to be handed out. At some point, Katy felt a bit bad for the girl to her side, who had become a nervous wreck after losing the entire first part of the chapter. Katy’s second victim didn’t seem to care as much.
The test was difficult to get through, not because of the material, but because she still wanted to take her hand and get it as deep into herself as possible to mimic her new memories. To have something fill herself up, to feel that content, so incapacitated, so full. Somewhere around the 30 minute mark Katy’s feelings towards the girl began to turn a bit unfriendly and envious. The frustration was really beginning to eat at Katy’s patience with this situation, the way she felt right now was all because of this girl’s sex life. Just using the pencil set Katy off a bit, closer and closer to the edge. Her feet twisted together with her toes curling and thighs rubbing together and letting out several sighs throughout the test to try to ease the feeling, Katy finally finished up.
After handing in the test, her frustration at an all-time high, Katy grabbed her belongings from her desk and leaned over to the girl. Whispering into her ear, “Can you picture Kevin’s colossal cock?” Pulling away to see this girl’s face, Katy grinned with total narcissism, knowing that Katy had all the memories of the 9 inch behemoth that penetrated this girl on a nightly basis. The girl’s first reaction was anger, but quickly, once again, turned into horror, as she could no longer remember what her own boyfriend’s dick looked like. Her confusion lead her to look at Katy as if to say, “What did you do?” but instead she just sat there, mentally blocked by trying to access a book that no longer existed within her. Standing up quickly and pushing her chair out she stood toe to toe with Katy when the sub said, “Is there a problem young ladies?” gesturing for the two to separate.
Katy sashayed out of the building, wiggling side to side, her hips reacting to an experience of being nearly split in two every night. “Those two sure had sex a lot… of course if it was as good as it was I would have too.” The effects of the initial transfer were thankfully starting to wear off. Katy knew she couldn’t just start feeling herself up in public, she still had that much restraint after the bombardment of first-person porn downloaded into her. Fresh air and time seemed to alleviate the sensations. While on break for lunch Katy started to wonder why she couldn’t remember having sex with this ‘Kevin’, but could picture it. It was like visual slide show with no other senses: she couldn’t remember the physical contact, the heavy aroma of sex, or sounds, yet her body reacted in such a way earlier it was as if her own mind was trying to fill in what should be there with what she imagined it could be.
Wondering what she was limited to, Katy began to go through the rest of the day just trying things. Learning she needed an almost visual line of sight and she could still enter the library at a maximum of about 20ft. Not everything could be taken, much to Katy’s dismay, as she tried to take a talented musicians flute skill, but was promptly told by the Librarian it would take 92 volumes and that was too large for a patron in her standing.
The day of trial and error was exhausting. Katy returned home early, texting Amber, “Going home early, see you tomorrow.”
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