I had magic fingers.
They weren't the kind that pulled rabbits from hats or coins from behind ears. I couldn't even do a decent three card monty. But I had magic fingers. I realized later that I had to have been using them for years without realizing it. Like when I first figured guys had been staring at my breasts. Or when I learned that I could turn heads in bars. Those things weren't as powerful as my magic fingers. They weren't as fun either.
My magic fingers could turn respectable men into groveling, whimpering dogs. They could end a lecture or start an orgy. I fantasized about using them on someone powerful. I was looking forward to my college graduation. The valedictorian, Samuel, would be standing at the front of a sea of graduates talking about the future and I would slowly manipulate him. The thought of using my magic fingers for the first time on his robed, rigid figure at graduation was the only thing that kept me from doing it to him now, as he stood at the front of our shared Calculus class giving his final presentation in front of Dr. Payne.
Dr. Payne was young, for a professor. Twenty-seven or twenty-eight. He was fit too, an avid climber at the college gym. On the first day of class I'd thought he was a student. It was his first year at Colorado State University, and I asked him if I could sit next to him because I didn't know there were any cute guys taking Multivariable Calculus. He laughed, of course, but I was embarrassed when Samuel walked in behind me and introduced himself to Dr. Payne by name.
There was another cute guy taking Multivariable, though. Samuel. He was more hot than cute. Samuel was on the baseball team and spent almost as much time on the baseball diamond as he did in the Calculus classroom.
Calculus was where I discovered my magic fingers. At least, Calculus was where I discovered how useful they were on other people. We were learning about triple integrals halfway through the semester from Dr. Payne. He stood at the chalkboard and his khaki pants clung to his solid figure. I was frustrated, horny, and a bit hungover from a party at Samuel's frat house, so my mind wandered. I thought how pleasant it'd be to slide my hand along Dr. Payne's ass as he kissed me in front of my peers. I moved my magic fingers along my bare thigh, just below the hem of my sundress, and they tingled as they ran over smooth skin that didn't feel my own.
Dr. Payne turned. He looked down to the empty space behind him and the lecture stopped abruptly. His sudden movement stopped my fingers in their place. I thought maybe I felt his ass tighten.
"Something wrong, Dr. Payne?" Samuel asked.
"No," Dr. Payne said. There wasn't anyone near him. I didn't quite understand what was going on either. "Nothing's wrong." He turned back to the lesson.