Mr. Williams' History Class was one of the slowest classes I had Senior Year of High School. The only thing that kept me awake was Adrienne White. Adrienne was a beautiful girl about 5' 5" and very skinny with, I dunno, I guess C cup breasts (very perky). She had a great chest, but most of the guys knew her for her ass. She was in gymnastics and volleyball and was pretty much tight all over. But her ass was the best part of her, and all the guys would do anything for her just to watch her walk away. She wore pants that showed it off quite well, too. Those stretchy pants that wrapped around every curve. She had long shiny brown hair that went down to about the middle of her back. Even her VOICE was cute.
I had a perfect view of Adrienne in History Class from my seat. I entered late one day and saw her bending down getting books from under desk when I entered. Today she was looking SO incredible I couldn't keep my eyes off her as I made my way to my normal seat. She was wearing black stretchy pants and some sort of pink strappy shirt that really pressed her breasts together. I honestly think that gravity works upside down on Adrienne's breasts. My friend John sits next to me in that class.
"Man, John, she looks amazing today!" I said.
"Dude, you missed it! When she first got in, she was taking off her sweater over her head and her shirt lifted so far up," John said, "that you could see her bra."
"ARE YOU KIDDING ME??" I groaned under my breath.
"Nope, man. It was black. Oh it was THE moment of the year," John said, grinning.
"Oh man," I muttered. Mr. Williams entered and we all shushed up and sat up straight. Class went on as usual for about 10 minutes when I had to go to the bathroom. Mr. Williams doesn't even notice if you don't come BACK from a bathroom break, so I planned to take my time. He let me go without a problem, and I started roaming the hallways until I got to a bathroom. I used it real quick then started to wash my hands, with the image of Adrienne's breasts squished together in that pink shirt.
Looking in the mirror, I half-jokingly said, "God, you know I'm never going to get a chance to be with Adrienne White, she's so far out of my league. But please let me see her naked somehow? Or, I dunno, semi-naked? A nipple? Something? ...Please? ...No?"
I laughed at myself and dryed my hands. I exited the bathroom. Not paying attention, and looking behind me, I accidentally bumped into Ms. George, knocking her over.
"I'm so sorry, Ms. George!" I said as I bent down to help her pick up her papers.
"...Who said that? Who's there??" Ms. George looked around nervously. She was old. Was her vision failing her this badly?
"I'm right here, Ms. George. In front of you!" I spoke up louder. She seemed to be looking right at me, but was reaching out with her hand to feel for me. I looked down to where my feet would be and saw nothing! I raised my hand up and... I had no hand!
Well, to cut the boring part of the story short, I freaked our for a good 5 minutes, realizing I had somehow become invisible! My clothes, my skin, everything! Invisible! I went to different people and waved my arms in their face and doing weird little dances and jigs. Not one person could see me! It turned out people could HEAR me though, so I just had to be silent and remember not to talk outloud to myself, as I tend to do.
Well, after coming to terms with my new problem, I thought of things that I could do with my new power. Of course, the first thing that came to mind was Adrienne White. I didn't know WHAT I could do, but I made my way back to the classroom. I quietly opened the door and let it slide shut. A few kids looked in my direction, but since noone saw me, the dismissed it and went back to note passing and doodling.
I slowly walked past my normal seat next to John and continued to the row where Adrienne was sitting. I crouched down behind her and watched her for a little bit. She was very tired I could see as her eyelids kept drooping down and then jerking them back up. Looking at her back, I could see her black pants and around her waist the hint of a purple thong underneath. Holding my breath, I slowly pinched the purple thong and began to lift it up, showing more of it. I stopped when she reached around and pulled her pants back up over it with girl instinct.
I stayed there crouched for a minute and her arm fell to her side. I had an idea. I took both hands and wrapped them around her so each hand was a few inches from her breasts. With two fingers, I started lightly tracing little circles where her nipples would be under her shirt. She moved her head up a little more stiffly. She had obviously woken up from her daydreaming. I continued doing it with my fingers until I felt her nipples starting to get hard. Within a minute, I could now see them poking out from under her shirt.