Last class of the day at community college, and I was headed for the gym to suit up for the baseball game. Don't know why I was bothering, because there wasn't much chance I'd play. I'd just warm the bench and half-heartedly rah-rah for Steve, John, and Adam — the god's-gift triplets.
Of course I stared when Andrea came walking down the hall the other way. She was wearing a white, ribbed, cotton t-shirt, and her huge tits were just bouncing away. She couldn't have been wearing a bra.
I don't know who — or what — I ran into. All I know is that one second, I was watching the bouncing boobs, and the next I was laying on the floor, wondering how I got there.
As I came back to my senses, I realized people were standing all around me laughing. "Just shut up and fuck off," I muttered as I sat up. There was this roaring sound in my head as soon as I opened my mouth, and I closed my eyes for a second until it passed.
When I opened my eyes again, everybody was walking away. They'd stopped laughing, and completely ignored me sitting in the floor. I picked up my bag and stood up, more than a little confused. I shrugged it off, counted my blessings, and continued on my way.
I turned a corner, and saw a knot of people all standing around talking, blocking the hall.
Damn, get out of the way,
I thought, and something in my head roared again. It sounded a little like standing outside with a really strong wind blowing into your face.
The people in front of me stopped talking in mid-sentence, and parted to the sides of the hall like I was Moses or something. They all looked glassy-eyed, and moved back together after I'd passed, acting as if nothing had happened.
It's like I'm Professor Xavier or something,
I thought, and chuckled at the absurdity. I looked at a guy walking the opposite way down the hall and thought,
Okay, Magneto, drop those books!
My head roared again, and the guy dropped his books into the floor.
"No fucking way," I chuckled under my breath. I knew it had to be nothing except a string of coincidences. Stacy, a girl who had laughed at me and made me look like a complete jackass when I asked her out, was flirting with some guy just ahead of me. I looked at her and thought,
Say 'I have herpes.'
"That sounds great," she finished, and then much to my surprise, she added, "I have herpes."
"Yeah, never mind," the guy she was flirting with said, and walked away in a hurry. Stacy just stood there looking confused, as if she didn't remember what she'd said.
Serves you right, bitch.
I knew that there was no way that one was coincidence. She wouldn't have said exactly what I told her to, let alone something that would probably ruin her reputation forever, unless I'd somehow made her.
Jeremy, a guy who'd sucker-punched me in front of everybody I knew a couple of years earlier, was the next person I saw. "Have a nice trip," I said, and concentrated on making him do it.
Down to the floor he went, tripping over his own feet. He had the same glassy-eyed expression I'd noticed on the other people, and so did his friend who was walking with him. I looked at his friend and said, "Kick him in the balls."
Jeremy let out a squeaking cry when Dave kicked him square in the sack. As soon as I passed, Dave said, "Dude, what happened?"
Jeremy didn't answer. All he could manage was a cough and a few gasps for breath.
I knew exactly where I had to go next. It was out of my way, but it would be worth it if she listened to me. I hurried through the halls and into Mrs. Ellis' room. She was sitting behind her desk, and sighed when she looked up to see me. She'd had it out for me from day one because she overheard me telling one of my friends that she had nice tits for an old lady.
Here goes nothing.
"The grade you're giving me is going to drag down my GPA. Why don't you just fix that for me?"
Her eyes went blank, and she turned toward her computer. I smiled so much that it hurt as she changed my grades. As soon as she finished, I looked behind me to make sure that nobody was just outside the door and said, "Why don't you show me those tits, too."
"Yeah," I said as she lifted up her shirt and pulled up on her bra, letting her breasts flop free. Gravity had taken a toll on them, but they were still nice. She had areolas as big around as coke cans.
I looked down at my watch and realized that I would have to hurry if I was going to make it to the gym in time. Now that I knew that this was all real, I had big plans for the game. "Put 'em away," I told Mrs. Ellis as I spun on my heel and headed for the door. I glanced back over my shoulder as I walked out and saw that she was stuffing her tits back in her bra.
The coach scowled at me when I showed up at the last second for the pre-game meeting, but didn't say anything. I didn't hear a word he said, and absently whooped when everybody else did, because I was busy making plans.
Let the fun begin,
I thought as I took my seat on the bench.
I picked John as my first target when he wound up for his third pitch.
Throw it at the umpire.
The umpire hit the dust just as John's fastball blasted through.
The game looked like something out of a sitcom. I didn't want the other team to win, so I balanced out making the triplets look like idiots with errors for the visiting team as well. I didn't let John, Steve, or Adam get a single hit for the whole game.
When our turn at bat came up in the ninth inning, we were back at the top of the order. The game was tied at one, and I had to let Steve have a hit to put the last part of my plan in motion. The bases were loaded, and Adam was on deck when I walked over and said, "Put me in, Coach."
"Adam, get in here. Wes, pinch hit."
