"This has been such a boring day!" Jon thought. He sat slumped in his desk, resting his head on his right palm, just trying to stay awake. He stared at his math teacher's back as he wrote formula after boring formula on the board, going on in the most monotone voice imaginable. Turning his gaze to study the rest of the class, Jon saw that he was not alone. Almost everyone else was in a similar haze except for a handful who seemed to be passing notes, drawing in their notebooks, and one student who actually was asleep. As his stare passed over the girls in class, he noticed they would wake up a little, one by one, taking notice of his gaze. Jon returned his stare to his teacher's back, but his attention remained elsewhere. He slowly moved his hand into his right pocket, gently rubbing the stone. Surely he could come up with something that would help him pass the time. He again thought of making clothing optional, but it seemed too simple. What could he do? He looked back at one girl in his class, a cute latina girl names Catalina. She had been staring at him ever since he had made eye contact with her earlier. She gave him a wink an pursed her lips slightly. Jon gave her a smile. "I wonder what exactly she's thinking about. What is she fantasizing right now?" he thought.
The light bulb turned on in his head and he raised his hand. "Mr. Pierce," he interrupted. "I need to use the bathroom." The teacher curtly dismissed him and returned to his lesson as Jon walked out. The halls were empty as he made his way to the bathroom. Stepping inside, he made sure he was alone, and pulled out the rock. "I wish, for the rest of the day, that any girl who sees me and is fantasizing about me will come and tell me what she is imagining. Neither she nor anyone else with think this is out of place, and nobody will take any notice to them or my reaction of their comments." Smiling, Jon returned the rock to his pocket and stepped out the door. As he entered back into the hallway, he saw the principal's secretary stepping out of the women's bathroom right next to him. She was in her late thirties, but she was still attractive. Jon smiled and nodded slightly as he turned to walk back towards class. "I want you to pull me into the woman's bathroom and give me a spanking," said a voice in his ear. He spun around to see the secretary right behind him, leaning in seductively. Without another word, she stood up straight, turned around, and started walking in the opposite direction back towards the office. Jon stood, shocked for a moment, watching her. As she walked away, she turned and gave a friendly wave as she walked around a corner. Jon smiled and practically ran back to his class.
Jon reentered the class and took a seat at his desk, waiting impatiently. He did not take long, because a couple moments later, Catalina stood up and began walking over to his desk. Looking at the other students, Jon saw that all of their moods remained the same. Nobody made any reaction to the girl's movement. She walked down the aisle towards him, passing each student by until she stood next time him. She bent down until she was level with his face, her ample cleavage on display. "I want to feel you cum all over my titties," she said. Jon looked again at her boobs hanging before him. Before he could say anything, she stood up straight and returned to her seat, where she returned to looking at him with the same expression as before. Jon smiled openly back at her, giving her a wink. "I want to have a 69 with you right in the middle of class." Jon jumped at the voice coming directly behind him. He spun around to see another girl in the class, Rachelle, kneeling next to his desk. She casually stood up and returned to her own seat. Jon watched as another girl began to stand up and make his way towards him. "This is certainly going to make class more enjoyable," he thought.
The day had definitely turned around for Jon. Everywhere he had gone, whether it was in class or just walking down the hall, some girl had come up and told him just what she wanted to do with him. In gym he had not even had the time to do any physical activities. Each girl in the class kept him occupied the whole period. Later on, he had been walking past a classroom to his locker and a teacher left her class in the middle of the lesson to tell him she wanted to be fucked doggie style on her desk. The best was probably when a set of twins had each admitted they wanted to have a threesome with him. Jon wondered if the pair already had an attraction for each other. However, there were some things that he had been told that he wished he hadn't heard. While walking past Zoe in the hall, she had stopped him to tell him she wanted to lick him from head to toe with all four of her tongues. As creepy as that was, it was not the worst. The student president, a clean freak named Jennifer, told him she wanted him to use her as a toilet and to shit and piss on her. He had never imagined she of all people was into that.
It had been confusing and disgusting at times, but it did make the day go by faster. Even better, he was on his way to his final class of the day. Betty's class. This was the perfect way to get her to finally break. He would know exactly what she wanted! There's no way she could blue-ball Jon if he was playing out her fantasy! Jon waited by his locker, watching the minutes pass until he knew he had wasted enough time to be late. As planned, he arrived at class just seconds after the bell rang. Walking in, Jon stood at the front of the class, waiting to be assigned his "detention." Betty rose from her desk as he entered. She locked eyes with him and started towards him. Jon felt a grin cross his face as she approached. "This is it." She came up to him and leaned in, quietly whispering: "I want to make you hard, wrap you around my finger, and leave you begging for release."
Jon starred wide eyed at her as she returned to her desk. She wasn't worried about her job. She wasn't just being a cock-tease, she was actively trying to be a cock-tease! She had been screwing with him. "Jon, you're late for class. You'll have to stay after for detention." Jon turned and walked to his desk without a word. She had been playing him all along. He sat in his desk, lost in his thoughts until the girl next to him leaned across the aisle. "I want to you to shoot your load inside my tight ass," she said with a smile on her face. Jon looked her up and down, letting the idea play out in his head. She definitely had a good body, and it would be more enjoyable than getting sexually frustrated from Betty. "Why couldn't Betty want a good ass-fucking instead?" he mused. "That's it!" he thought. Detention was going to be fun after all.
Later, Jon watched as the last of the students left the class, leaving only him and Betty in the class. "Well, Jon, are you ready for your detention?" she asked, walking to the supply room. "In a minute," he responded. "I'll meet you in there." She gave him a smile as she ducked around the corner. Jon waited until she was out of the room and pulled out the stone. "I wish Betty's sexual fantasy will random switch with any one of the other fantasies I was told throughout the day. I also wish she will take on a new random one each day." Jon was particularly proud of this one. Each day, it would be a new surprise to see what her current sexual thrill was. "She's like a kinky box of chocolates. I'll never know what I'm going to get," he laughed to himself. Jon looked at the open door. He could hear her shuffling around inside the supply room. Who knows what her new, dirty desire was? "Only one way to find out," he thought as he walked into the room.
