*ALL CHARACTERS IN THIS STORY ARE 18+*
Grant exited Mrs. Becke's classroom, his brain full of potential possibilities for the remainder of his school day. The blowjob he had just received left him tingling still. It was the first sexual experience he ever had! Luckily, Grant had the power to make himself hard immediately afterwards, giving him so much more to work with throughout the day. A couple of the other boys gave him a fist bump on their way out, a sign of respect for he had received the reward they so envied. Make students entering the english teacher's classroom past him were wearing wide smiles, excited for their new chance to make use of Mrs. Becke's tight throat.
What to do now? There were fifteen minutes provided in between class times for travel. Grant's next class was math, which bored him to no end. Of course, he wouldn't have to go through the usual curriculum this time around but he still needed some time to think up a way to make it fun. His math teacher was Mr. Simmons, a fat, bald, bumbling older man who had no patience or humor whatsoever. It would be a tough one to crack.
But as he wandered through the hallways, Grant spotted an exciting oppurtunity. Many people were standing at their lockers, so there were many opportunities for Grant to cum. Normal opportunities. Mundane people. What Grant wanted was excitement, taboo, something to really remember later. If he wanted normal sex he would just command himself in a mansion full of pornstars. Then he spotted Kayla, hugging her boyfriend Tom against her locker.
Tom was the quarterback of the school's football team. Tall, muscular, handsome, no need to describe further what a sexy football star looks like. Though Kayla was the real star. She was what Grant's mom would call a "hippie freak". The alternative girl where eccentric braids, tons of bracelets and necklaces, even waist beads. And why would a player like Tom end up with an alternative stoner girl? Because she was hot as fuck. Kayla had sharp features. A gorgeous face, a slim waist, and flowy clothing. What stuck out to Grant was the size of Kayla's double D cup tits. They always seemed like they were about to spill out of whatever loose top she was wearing that day. Her ass wasn't so bad either and her patterned leggings made her hips look perfect to grab.
Grant began devising a plan for the PDA-enthused couple. He knew what would happen eventually, but it was time for him to get a taste of reality for a moment. Walking up behind the two, Grant announced himself.
"Hey do you two know you're blocking the lockers beside you?"
Kayla let go of Tom and turned around, chewing her gum. "Umm, what the hell? We're in the middle of something here, are you blind?". Tom smirked and put his arms around her waist as she sneered.
"Sure," Grant replied, "but you're blocking some of the other lockers, plus nobody wants to see you two be nasty to each other."
Tom furrowed his brow and spoke up, "Yo what'd you say? Don't speak to her like that little man."
Kayla giggled and said "It's fine babe, he's just mad because no woman will ever get close to him, let alone show him love. He's probably like a Libra."
That gave Grant a pretty spectacular idea as the halls emptied and people went to their classrooms. He waved his hand for a pretty specific scenario: Kayla is so into her spiritual zodiac garbage that she would be willing to engage in sexual acts with Grant if she thought that was what the universe wanted. Tom would be able to move in place, but not use his arms or speak above an inside talking voice no matter how much he objects. This might be good.
"Hey Kayla," Grant started, "I think you're right, I am a Libra. Aren't you Gemini?"
Kayla fornwed and kept chewing gum, "Umm... yeah? I don't know how you knew that but what does it have to do with anything?"
"Well, I'm kind of having an issue. I can feel one of my chakras out of place and I think the only thing that'll fix it is a realignment from a partner sign."
