Tom headed to his locker on autopilot, not believing what just happened. "It must have been a hidden camera show or something," he thought. "That's the only thing that makes any sense. It's a bit slutty, but it's either that or I somehow suddenly have mind control powers, and that's just ridiculous."
Rooting around his locker for his biology book, Tom's mind wandered. "It would be really cool if I did have mind control powers," he thought. "Even better, what if I could play with reality at will? Yeah, if I'm going to have a daydream, it might as well be a really big one. Maybe I'll luck out and wander into another TV shoot..."
Tom's imagination, meanwhile, was on full tilt. He imagined changing the world so that sex was a common leisure activity, and women didn't wear cloths. He quickly added a proviso that men still wore clothes though, both because he was a little shy about his body and because he had no desire to see any guys running around naked. He did make the guys' cloths more comfortable and easy to get off, though, thinking about how annoying it would be to have a world of easy sex and be fighting with your clothing all the time. An image of Wanda Jackson, the overweight, pimply girl from one of his classes jumped into his head for a second, and he shuddered to think about her naked. Better add to that that all girls are beautiful, so no one has to worry about going blind.
Tom's daydream ended as his hand finally snags that bio book, and, hoisting the tome out of the locker, he turned around, slamming the door in the same motion. And then came to a dead stop.
Jamie Peters, the tall, lithe redhead who had the locker next to Tom, was pulling out an English book. She was completely naked, and giving Tom an unconcerned, casual view of her gorgeous, firm C-cups and pouting cunt. He stared at her in shock She, as she closed her locker, heading down the corridor towards the english room.
Tom's eyes followed her briefly, but stopped as he took in the scene before him. Everywhere he look was a parade of female flesh in all shapes, sizes, and colors, all completely bare, and all acting as if nothing unusual was going on. A girl who looks like a supermodel version of Wanda walked past, touting a bio book.
What really caught his attention, though, was the activity at some of the lockers. Across the way, Brad Jameson, an okay looking guy a year older than Tom, was holding the head of Lacey Peters, a stacked, blond cheerleader and adopted sister of Jamie, guiding her back and forth as she devoured his cock, moaning lightly. Directly across from where Tom was standing, Sarah Bennet, the strict, bible thumping catholic student, who had always refused to even date until she graduated from high school, was getting drilled into her locker by another guy, her long black hair shaking wildly, moaning in pleasure as he groped her boobs in time with his thrusting, and urging him to hurry up, since neither of them could be late for class. |