I woke up in my dorm room and hopped off my raised bed. I pulled out some clothes from the drawer under my bed and started getting dressed. I looked in the mirror to check my outfit and that's when I finally realized: I was invisible.
Literally invisible. All I saw in the mirror was a floating outfit. I looked down at my hands, but there was nothing there. My heart started racing. Should I go to the hospital? The hell was going on?
"Sean? Is that you?" I heard from my roommate's bed. I turned to look at him.
"Yeah..."
"Dude, are you okay?"
"I don't know!"
I paced the room. I looked down at my phone. Shit, I had to get to class in ten minutes! If I didn't leave now, I'd be late. I mean I was otherwise feeling fine, I guess I'd have to check in with the nurses later. The class had mandatory attendance, no way I was missing it.
I grabbed my backpack and quickly used some mouthwash and deodorant before heading out. I guess I didn't need to do my hair or shave. But I walked into the hallway and headed out of my dorm, just a walking set of clothes and a backpack.
"Hey!" someone said as they grabbed my shoulder. "How are you doing that?"
More people turned, and the crowd of students walking to class realized that an invisible guy was walking with them. They whispered to each other and pointed, and it felt like the whole college was looking at me. I panicked. I didn't know what to do. I just started running. It's not far to class. The crowd parted as people stood frozen, staring at me, while a few decided to follow. I ran faster, determined to get to class. There's only one way I could really lose this crowd. I dropped my backpack, then took off my shirt, then dropped my shorts and underwear. I'd have to come back for them later. I rounded a corner and got to the building with my class. I bent down and lost my shoes and socks. Now I was completely naked, save for my phone. But if I pressed my arm up against my chest, I could hide the phone completely.
I entered the lecture hall. Hundreds of students were gathered for class. I found a spot in the back. I should be safe here- there are a few other students, but they're either in the back to sleep or be on their phones. I sat down, my bare flesh against the cold seat. I took out my phone, keeping it out of sight from the rest of the lecture hall. It was still totally weird for me to look at a floating phone. I knew my body was there, but I couldn't see it.
The professor started class, and I used my phone to check in for attendance. I breathed a sigh of relief. I sat back and relaxed. Then, I heard the door open. A girl ran in late and walked right up to my row. I stuffed my phone against my chest and prayed she didn't see it. She frantically tried to check in for attendance on her phone too as she made her way through the aisle. I moved my knees to the side to let her through, hoping she wouldn't touch them. But when she got to my seat, she tried to sit down.
"What the fuck?" she said. She fully sat on my naked lap before jumping back up.
My heart was racing fully out of my chest. The girl looked down at the seat to check if she was sitting on something, but obviously saw nothing. I slowly leaned to one side, ready to make a run for it. The girl shook her head and went to sit down again, slowly this time. I took my chance and slid to one side of her, brushing against her as I got up. She shivered at my touch but still sat down, blinking slowly to process what had just happened.
I scooted down the aisle, careful not to touch anybody. I fortunately didn't have to worry about blocking anyone's view though. I made it out and decided to stand in the back of the room to avoid making any noise or movement. I set my phone down on the ground, releasing it from my now-cramping arm. I was now directly behind the girl that sat on me. I looked down on her. She was attractive- fit, athletic, in short running shorts and a tank top. I wish I could get her or another girl to sit on me again, but the risk was too high. The thought was making me horny though, and my dick started to rise. I panicked and tried to get it to go away before realizing that no one could see it. I wanted to touch myself right there. I mean, no one could see, right? It was like I wasn't even there. I wrapped my fingers around my dick and tugged at it, firmly moving it around. Okay, I would touch myself, but I had nowhere to come. Plus, I had a lecture to focus on.
I watched the lecture while absent-mindedly playing with myself. Occasionally, I would look down and see the girl again, and my dick would get way harder. But I kept control and didn't come during class. The bell rang and I grabbed my phone, slipping out the door to leave. I had a break between classes and I needed to go back for my stuff. Maybe I could drop it off at my dorm and jack off real quick there.
I went to check for my shoes- gone. Shit. I followed the path I'd run earlier, and I couldn't find any of my clothes or my backpack. I'd have to check the college's lost and found and pray that it'd be there, though it would be hard to explain that. Maybe I'd get my roommate to check for me.
I was about to head back to my dorm when I saw her walking through the crowd. The same girl who sat on me. I had some time to kill until my next class, so I decided to follow her.
It was tough staying behind her in the crowd- I couldn't fully catch up to her and it was easy to lose a short girl in a sea of people. But finally I found an opening and got right behind her. I watched her butt move as she walked. Her shorts rode up a bit, revealing the bottom curve of her ass cheek. Normally, I don't stare, but no one would know. I did need to make sure I didn't run into anyone though, so I looked up between staring at her ass. We were almost to the gym, which explains her workout clothes.
She headed straight into the weight room. She started setting up her barbell while I found a spot between machines where no one would bump into me by accident. I watched as she finished adding weights to her bar and ducked underneath it, setting the bar on sher shoulders. She lifted the bar off the rack, then started squatting.
She had perfect form. She must be some kind of athlete. I watched her work through her sets and started touching myself again. God, I felt like such a creep. But she would never know, right? So no harm, no foul.
She switched to the treadmill. I couldn't see her well from my spot, so I had to move. The only real spot I could be where no one would walk was right in front of the treadmill. I was now extremely close to her. I watched the sweat drip off her face, I watched her mouth along to the words of her favorite song. She sped up the treadmill and her boobs started bouncing in her sports bra. I was practically drooling. I sped up my masturbating. I hadn't gotten much action in college so far. I couldn't believe how lucky I'd gotten being invisible.
Fuck. I jacked off too much and came into my hand. I sped to the bathroom, careful to not be seen. It was the middle of a weekday, so I didn't have to avoid many people. But I wiped my dick with some toilet paper and washed my hands, then headed back to the gym to find her again.
I entered the weight room, and she was nowhere to be found. I did spot a few other sexy women on the treadmills and even got an amazing view down the cleavage of a woman using a chest opener machine, but those distractions would have to wait. I was here for her, and there was one place she would definitely be.
I timed my entrance so I could follow another woman as she opened the door. I slipped right in. I was finally inside a women's locker room.
It was just like the men's, which of course it was. Same tile walls and floor, same lockers and benches, same showers. I'd been a couple of times to the men's locker room to automatically know the layout of this one. But save for the woman who just opened the door, the locker room was empty.
But I heard a shower running. I set my phone down on the bench and walked towards the sound of running water. These showers were individual stalls with cheap shower curtains acting as the only thing giving the occupants privacy. The curtains didn't quite cover the entire space, so I found a slit where the curtain left a gap with the wall. It wasn't much, but I got a full head-to-toe view of her.
I knew she was beautiful before, but she was stunning now. The water ran down her perfect body. Her blonde hair was soaking wet, making her look brunette. The stream ran down her chest, curving with her tits and falling off her pointed nipples. She turned and let the warm water run down her back, which now gave me a real view of her ass. She washed up and lathered her whole body, running her hands along the length of her arms, torso, legs, and back. She even had abs- not a six pack, but the indentation towards the top that's more common with female athletes. I had just come a few minutes ago, but I was very easily getting back into it.
