Mind Games

Confidence practically radiated off me as I strolled into Professor Davies' notoriously difficult Thermodynamics exam. I had not spent a second studying, barely paid attention in class, but I had a secret weapon--I could listen in on the thoughts of the people around me. Mind-reading was a gift and, let's be honest, a cheat code for academic success.

I took my seat, a smug smile playing on my lips. All I had to do was tune in to the smartest nerd in the room, and done. Easy A.

I scanned the classroom looking for my target. The sorority girls would be useless, and even the geeks who practically lived in the library could make mistakes. I needed a perfect score. Then my eyes landed on Caleb, who sat down in the seat directly behind me. Perfect. A quiet, unassuming guy, yet I had recently discovered that he had the highest scores in the class.

I never really paid much attention to him before, he was always hunched over his notes in determined concentration. But apparently Caleb was a thermodynamics genius--and today, my ticket to a flawless exam.

Professor Davies passed out the exam papers, and announced that the test had begun. I glanced down at my sheet, but it was total nonsense. It was full of words I had never heard of, like "entropy" and "equilibrium."

Taking a deep breath, I closed my eyes and flicked a switch in my mind. I let my own thoughts fade into the background, and reached instead into the mind sitting behind me.

I expected his thoughts to be filled with equations, and I was surprised by what I found instead.

Damn, her ass looks good in those jeans... She's got great curves, I bet she works out a lot....

Ew. This perv wasn't focused on the exam at all! I guess he's so good at this that he can waste time ogling random girls from class.

I can't believe she wore the pink crop top today, what a slut. It always makes her tits look amazing...

I mentally recoiled, my cheeks flushing. Was Caleb thinking about... me? This totally wasn't the calm, analytical mind I was expecting. This was pure lust, and it was directed at me.

What it would feel like to run my hands over her hips... Feel the soft curve of her lower back under my hands... Grab her long blonde hair and pull her head back...

I shivered involuntarily. My nipples hardened beneath my thin cotton top, a completely unwelcome reaction. I tried to block it out, switch to listening to someone else, but I couldn't pull away. Something about his perverted thoughts was strangely compelling.

I wonder what she'd look like naked... Bent over my desk, those big tits pressed against the wood... Her round ass sticking out, begging to be fucked...

An unexpected jolt of heat shot through my body. My legs clenched together instinctively, a wetness spreading between them. I shifted uncomfortably in my seat, trying in vain to focus on the exam sheet. The words "Carnot cycle" swam before my eyes, meaningless and irrelevant compared to the vivid images flooding my consciousness.

Her moans as I finger her soaking wet pussy... High pitched and uncontrolled, like a caged animal in heat... She arches her back, begging for more...

My thighs began to squirm against each other, a desperate attempt to alleviate the throbbing ache between my legs. My breath hitched, becoming shallow and rapid. I never imagined someone's thoughts could be so... arousing. It was like he was whispering his deepest, most vulgar desires straight into my subconscious. His thoughts escalated, a flurry of images flashing through my mind.

Grabbing her hips, thrusting my cock into her... Making her scream my name... Her big tits swinging wildly...

These fantasies were so vivid that I could almost feel him inside me. He imagined me in missionary next, spread out on the cold tile floor, his hands gripping my thighs, pulling them wide. He envisioned staring intently into my face as it contorted into a variety of lewd expressions.

Next she climbs on top of me, straddling my cock... Her hair swaying as she rides me... Those slutty tits bouncing up and down...

He pictured me facing away from him, my back arched, offering him an unobstructed view of my body. I ground down on him, my pussy clenching around his cock as I squeezed out every last drop of pleasure. Despite myself, my body reacted to Caleb's disgusting thoughts as if they were real.

I tell her to get on her knees and open her mouth... Shoving my cock between those plump lips... fucking her face... ruining her makeup...

Suddenly, the unthinkable happened. A wave of pure, overwhelming pleasure washed over me, so intense it stole my breath. My body tensed, every muscle contracting at once. A silent orgasm ripped through me, powerful and unexpected.

I could feel my throbbing pussy convulsing on its own. I clamped my legs together, fighting to maintain control. Sweat beaded on my forehead. My face flushed crimson. I squeezed my eyes shut even tighter, burying my face in my arms, praying no one would notice. I dug my nails into the wood of the desk. One of my hands moved involuntarily to my pussy and pressed against it through my jeans in an attempt to stop the throbbing, but it only got more and more intense.

It was mortifying. Humiliating. I was utterly, completely out of control.

When the orgasm finally subsided, I was a mess. The exam sheet remained untouched in front of me, a blank canvas marked only by tiny drops of my drool. My thighs were sticky and hot.

I risked a glance behind me. Caleb was staring at me, his eyes narrowed, a smirk playing on his lips. He knew. He had to know.

I gathered my things, my hands shaking, and fled the classroom, abandoning any pretense of taking the test. As I stumbled out into the hallway, I knew only one thing for sure: I'll definitely need to retake thermodynamics.