Derek was about to have a problem. He was in the middle of class when his lifelong crush Amy, short brown hair, soft, sweet Amy, walked in and handed the teacher a note, then came to sit in the seat in front of him on the right far side. He didn't miss any of her movements and she seemed to glide towards him, her chest bouncing more than usual. He wasn't complaining, but that was different.
Right before she sat, their eyes met. She smiled slyly, then slowly, purposefully, lowered her gaze to her breasts, and gave them a little shake, and then laughed at the reaction on Derek's face. That was the moment when Derek realized Amy wasn't wearing a bra. This was way out of the norm for Amy. She was about as straight laced and conservative as they come. She rarely dated, and if she did, no one ever got anywhere. She was easily the most sought after girl in his school. Derek assumed she was probably waiting to cut loose in college as soon as she got away from her parents.
College. Right. He needed to pay attention. This was easily his worst subject and he needed to focus up. It was his senior year and a scholarship was his only shot at getting into college. He had turned 18 a month ago and had decided he need to get serious about planning for his future. But Amy's swaying breasts kept jutting into his memory, blocking out the lesson from the teacher's mouth.
If it wasn't Amy's breasts, he was thinking about the teacher's mouth. Mrs. Darcy was discussing the industrial revolution at the front of the classroom. She was a knockout with bright red hair and the definition of an hour glass figure. Between Amy and Mrs. Darcy, it was no wonder this was his worst class.
He noticed Amy's right arm move in front of him. Her shoulder was making a circular motion. Her left had was grabbing the edge of her desk. She had propped up her textbook on the desk in such a way to obscure her chest from the other students and teacher. He was the only one to seem to have noticed her strange behavior so far.
Deciding he needed to investigate further, Derek shoved his pencil off the right side of his desk and watched as it rolled until it bumped the wall. He playfully smacked his hand to indicate what a klutz he was, then got up to retrieve it.
He glanced to see what Amy was up to and saw, as he was now the only one who could see over her book, that she had unbuttoned her yellow blouse and was slowly, methodically, massaging her exposed left breast.
He stood there, frozen by what he was seeing. The girl he fantasized about, doing something so erotic in a classroom full of people. Then in a quick movement, she turned and stared at him as if she had caught him peeping. Then her expression turned into a wicked smile, and she shifted her breast so the nipple was pointing right at him. Then she winked at him and kissed the air with her mouth.
Derek's erection was so fast, he sat down a little too quickly and loudly, causing other students and Mrs. Darcy to look at him. He smiled sheepishly, and the lesson continued, but Derek would not remember a fact or date of this history lesson. He just continued to stare at the back of Amy's head, replaying that erotic moment in his head over and over.
He watched as both of her hands started deftly moving and assumed she must be buttoning up as class was about over. He must have been right because a moment later, she laid the book flat on her desk. Then he saw something weirder than he had seen thus far. Her entire body shuddered, just for a moment. It was like her body had jumped into cold water and she had experienced a frigid chill. Then as suddenly as it had started, it stopped, and Amy was still.
Derek was even more confused. Plenty was amiss, but this was another out of the ordinary piece of behavior. They were inside, it was warm, not a bit drafty. Why had she shivered like that? And then the bell rang. Amy spun around in her seat and looked at Derek as if he were a hearty meal.
"I hope you enjoyed the show. She knows you look at her all the time." Amy said matter of factly. "But don't worry, I won't let your hard on go to waste. I'll just be taking charge of it for a while." And with that she touched his cheek with his hand. He felt a tiny jolt ripple through his face, and then... nothing.
If Derek was confused, it was nothing compared to the look on Amy's face. She withdrew her hand from his face, then touched his nose, then his arm, then his hand, each time furrowing her brow and getting more and more frustrated. "What is going on?" she exclaimed.
"Is something the matter?" Mrs. Darcy called from the front of the room as the last of the students filed out the door.
"Yes something's the matter!" said Amy impatiently. "This works every time! Every time!" Amy grabbed Derek by the arm one last time and waited. When nothing happened, she narrowed her eyes, looked at him closely, then got up and walked towards the front of the classroom, straight towards Mrs. Darcy.
Mrs. Darcy calmly asked, "Could you please tell me the nature of your problem Ms. Fairchild?"
"It'll just be faster if I show you," Amy said coldly. And then she reached out and touched Mrs. Darcy on the shoulder.
Derek watched, fascinated and utterly confused by everything going on. He watched as, for a moment, Mrs. Darcy looked at Amy with great concern on her face, and then for only a moment more, Mrs. Darcy's body gave a little shudder. Mrs. Darcy looked at Derek immediately and said, "Mr. Johnson, please see me before you go to your next class."
"Um, okay." Derek muttered. He continued to look from Mrs. Darcy to Amy. Amy was just standing there, looking dazed, like she was in the middle of waking up. She looked like she was trying to focus on her surroundings, trying to get her bearings. When she spotted Derek, she licked her lips and her eyes filled with lust.
"You may go to your next class now Ms. Fairchild," Mrs. Darcy ordered.
Amy slowly turned to face Mrs. Darcy, and then, as if she was trying to figure out a very complex math equation while still sleeping, she said, "Okay... " and then headed out the door.
Mrs. Darcy seemed to relax, leaned back a bit in her chair and began unbuttoning the top two buttons on her blouse. "Why does know one at this school show a decent amount of cleavage?" Mrs. Darcy mused. "But much more importantly? Who are you Derek?"
Derek's mind was whirring as fast as it could but half of it was now consumed with the breast's that were starting to spill out of Mrs. Darcy's top. "I, um... What? Wait, did Amy seem to be acting weird? I mean, you're also, um.. "
Mrs. Darcy frowned. "Focus up Derek. She'll be fine. She should be back to her boring uptight self in a few minutes. And she'll probably only think about your cock for the next hour. I wasn't inside her that long. Back to the original question. Who are you?"
"I.. You know who I am!" Derek managed to get out. "What do you mean she'll want my, my.. "
"Cock, Derek. It's not a bad word. And I'd like to see yours but first I must have answers!"
Derek shook his head and said incredulously, "You need answers? I've been clueless ever since Amy walked in today as to what is going on? What are you even talking about?"
Mrs. Darcy's eyes seemed to bore into his soul. "You have to know what I'm talking about," she snarled. "I can't possess you. I always assumed if I met someone like me, we wouldn't be able to possess each other."
