The New Principal Ch. 02-03

2

"What do you mean, who am I?" I was still panting from my exertion, but I was enjoying the view of Mrs. Kindlaw splayed out on top of my desk.

She sat up and scooted to sit on the edge of the desk which did wonderful things for her tits. Her gaze turned serious. "No one has ever done that to me."

"You've got an eighteen-year-old son. I seriously doubt no one has ever done that to you." I said with a wide smile.

She chuckled. "That's not what I meant. Although I have to say..." She trailed off, her fingers playing with a strand of hair. Then she dropped her hand, hopped off the desk and started arranging her clothes the best she could. "I'm a real mess, aren't I? It's a good thing my husband isn't home. I have no idea how I would explain the way I look."

Her mentioning her husband brought me up short. "I'll be honest, that was incredible, but I don't really know what brought it on. I'm not looking to cause trouble between you and your husband, and if the school found out..."

"Oh, don't worry about that. There's no reason anyone has to know. I, well, we have an arrangement for things like this." She stood there paused in thought. Her shirt hung on her shoulders, unbuttoned, and her skirt was more or less held back in place. "But... Something is weird here. You remember all that?"

"Well, it's not like I could forget it. It's not every day I get jumped out of the blue by a woman as hot as you."

"That's the strange bit. See, I've never run into anyone who reacted like you did." She paused, then must have made a decision. "I've got this little trick, see? It sounds insane, but it's true. When I'm really into a guy, I can look into his eyes and kind of... take over. We have our fun, then the guy kind of forgets it. It's kind of like my super power - never fails! But you... I looked into your eyes and I felt you get hot, but it's like it got reflected back to me. I mean, I was already into you, but it's like I got set on fire."

She looked me in the eyes again and her face flushed. "The longer I looked at you the more I just... I just had to have you. Then, right as soon as I touched you I could feel myself... I mean... hell, now I'm starting up again and I don't have time for this." She laughed and waved her hands at her face as if to cool herself off.

"I don't get it. You just see a guy you're into and you think it's magic when they're willing to fuck? I don't think that's the way it works. You're a knockout. That's not magic."

"No, that's not it. I'm always in control. I can make them do what I want, and I can make them forget. It's super handy, let me tell you. But this time was really different. I mean, with you, I just couldn't stop cumming. It felt so incredible. I needed you in me and... I couldn't stop. Then when you came in me..." She smiled as her hand strayed low toward her hip, and her expression grew distant. "It was different. Like you were flowing in and then back out of me."

"Ok, that was wild, I'll admit. I've never cum like that. I just kept cumming and cumming. I've never cum so hard or long. But yeah, it was different. I don't know what happened."

She seemed to snap back to reality. "Ah, god, I've got to get out of here. But, uh... I think we might need to get together again and see if we can get to the bottom of this mystery, eh?" The sly grin was back.

I stood there with my pants still around my ankles and my cock hanging out. "Uh. Sure. Yeah, yeah!"

Clothes ripped and wrinkled, hair mussed and matted to her neck with sweat, she walked out of my classroom with a bounce in her step and a wonderful sway in her hips.

I looked around at the disaster she left. It was going to take an hour to get everything back in order, and some of those papers I graded... Well, there's no way I could hand them back, they reeked of sex. I looked at the one that suffered the most. It was totally ruined, ripped and almost dripping. At the top of the page: "Pete Kindlaw: The Economics of the Civil War."

I laughed and sat my bare ass back down into my chair.

After that, just about every Friday I had an extra 'parent teacher conference' with Tess. Almost every meeting went the same way. We didn't even try to keep any pretense up talking about papers or tests or class performance. She would try her magic gaze or whatever on me, and I can't say it didn't get me worked up, but just knowing that we would be fucking like bunnies in a few minutes was surely enough to do that. I mean, I had some luck when I was in college, but it had been a long time since I had a regular girl, and I'd never had one built like her.

Her reaction during our meetings was more interesting though. Each time it seemed like she would wear less, and each time she gave up on her experiment quicker and quicker. By the end, she would just come in and start dropping clothes as she stalked me across the room, her eyes locked on mine until they closed as we met in a kiss.

The sex was always incredible, some of the best I ever had. She was hot and insatiable. Afterward, she didn't seem interested in hanging around though. She didn't seem interested in talking about this trick of hers, and I didn't ask, mainly because I still didn't believe in it. She even stopped asking about how much I remembered, and seemed to just assume I was immune to her. In any case, we were always totally fucked out, exhausted. We would chat a little as we dressed, then she would head out. I didn't know hardly anything about her or her life. I just figured we were fuck-buddies.

I wouldn't have thought anything more about it, I mean she was just a bit crazy, but in a way I was really loving, right? For whatever reason I turned her on, maybe her husband wasn't doing it for her and she just had a strong sex drive, who knows? I was available and happy to let her work out her hang-ups on me. But the thing was, my meetings with her weren't the only thing going strange.

After that first night with Tess, I started getting weird looks from people. I thought it was just my guilty conscience, I mean I was fucking some guy's wife on the regular, and I didn't feel completely okay with that. But it was real. First, I noticed it from our administrative assistant, Frankie. She started watching me in an almost creepy way, and she never used to give me a second glance. Every time I came into her office she would find a reason to stand up and get close to me, all the time trying to catch my eye. There were a couple other women that started staring at me too, but what worried me most was in class.

I started getting a lot more attention from the girls in my classes. Sometimes it was just some dreamy looks, but I also got a lot more questions, and requests for personal attention. And there were some unusual situations, too. One time, as I was leaning over one student's desk reading over her assignment, she actually scooted over and very deliberately started rubbing her boobs against my arm. I jumped back and looked at her in shock, but as I caught her eyes, her gaze softened, and I started to believe there might be something to Tess's little trick. Most of my students were seniors, but I wasn't about to go looking for anything from anyone that young, to say nothing about the fact that they were my students.

One Friday evening after a particularly energetic bout, I was lying on the ground as Tess stood above me, nude, enjoying the wreck she had made of me. She was starting to put her clothes back on when I mentioned the attention I had been getting, and she perked up.

"Is it everyone or just some people?"

"It's only a few people, Frankie, our admin assistant, has been the biggest change, but there was some of the girls in class, and I think I even caught the vice-principal checking out my butt last week."

"Any guys?"

"No. Well, not that I've noticed, anyway."

"I think we need to do a little experiment. Tell me about Frankie the admin assistant. Is she hot?"

"Well, she seems nice. She's just out of college, I think she has a communications degree. I'm not sure she wants to be here long-term..."

"Is she hot though?" Tess interrupted me. "Tell me about her body." As she said this, Tess stopped dressing and knelt back down over me, draping herself back over my body.

"She's cute, yeah. She's not too tall, and really thin, but not scary skinny. She's got a really nice smile."

"Her tits, tell me about her tits." Tess dragged her own breasts over my chest, letting my hair tickle her nipples.

"Are you into girls, too?"

"Maybe... Sometimes... I do really like a good set of tits."

"Hers are great, at least from what I've been able to see. They're not big, but perfect for her, high and perky. She doesn't wear low-cut blouses, but she does like tight sweaters. She's got a really nice firm ass, too, she must be a runner or something."

"Hmm... You know, this little trick of mine works of women, too."

"Oh does it now? So you think you can draw her in and seduce her?"

She let her weight settle down on me, trapping my cock between us. To my surprise I was recovering nicely. "Oh, I know I can, and I bet I'd like that, but I think we need to see if you really have the magic too now."

"What, you think I've caught your trick like some kind of STD?"

She sat back on my hips with a full, free laugh. "Well, maybe not like that, but you did say that you felt something pop... open... in you that first night." As she said 'pop' and 'open,' she slid back down my body, gliding over me in a way that proved how aroused this conversation was making her. She closed her eyes as she slid back on my dick and let it slide smooth over her lips and rough over her clit. "Ahhh... crap... You're hard again, and I still don't know how you get me so hot so quick. Just look at me, I'm flowing all over you."

"You said it's magic, right?" I reached down and held on to her hips, pressing her down so she could rub her clit harder on my cock. "Do you want more?"

"Ugh..." She started sliding back and forth more quickly. "More... yes, more..." She raised her hands up and brushed them through her hair.

"Open your eyes then, look at me."

As I lifted her up, her eyes snapped open and locked onto mine and I shoved her down, splitting her open on my cock. Her eyes widened in surprise as I felt her sink onto me. She cried out and shook in orgasm almost immediately, but even then, she never broke eye contact. I felt something new as I looked at her, into her. It was like I could feel the orgasm in her, how if flowed over her, in her pussy and clit, spiking over her nipples, making waves through her whole body.

I didn't even feel my orgasm rising, but I was suddenly pumping into her as she shuddered over me trying to push my cock deeper into her. I felt her ecstasy echoing behind my own, her joy was pulsing as she pulled herself up and then slammed back down on me faster and harder. She dropped her hands to the ground beside my head and started really jamming her hips down on me. Then she made a low grunting noise and lost her rhythm and started twitching as she slowed down.

Finally, she fell on top of me and I wrapped my arms around her. She held me tight inside her, but her pussy was still spasming on my deflating cock.

"You do have the power. Oh my god when you looked into my eyes I felt it. Ungh... It was like you just pushed a... a... whew... a button in my mind and I started cumming like crazy. Is this what I did to all those guys?"

She groaned and kissed me lazily. "Oh, I bet this is going to work on your Little Frankie. We're going to have a really fun time with her."

"We? You want to be in on this, too?"

"You'd have to tie me up to keep me away. Mmmmm. Maybe someday, eh?"

Exhausted, we struggled to get our clothes on so we could get our plan straight without too much distraction. Little Frankie didn't know what she was in for.

3

The first step in our little experiment was to see how receptive Frankie was. Tess told me that some people just didn't react to her, and it was probably the same with me. She figured it had to do with how they already felt about her, or women generally. With a lot of women, she couldn't see the flash in their eyes at all. Maybe they just didn't swing her way. But even among guys who definitely liked women, there were folks who didn't react - a lot of married guys wouldn't, for example, and most of her husband's friends didn't, and there were some that she couldn't tell why, but they didn't respond at all. Her guess was that the target couldn't really be forced outside their nature or core beliefs. Anyway, there were plenty of folks out there to play with, so she didn't worry too much about it. The way that Frankie had been acting around me though, I figured interest wouldn't be a real problem.

That next Tuesday, I had a free period in the morning, and I knew that all the other teachers were in their classes, so I made a point to drop by the admin office.

When I came in, Frankie was on the phone, looking at the calendar behind her desk, so I got a chance to look her over with more lust in my intentions than I had before. Like I told Tess, she wasn't smoking hot, but she was certainly cute.

Her hair was straight and dark brown, pulled back into a ponytail. She was wearing one of her trademark sweaters - a thin red one today - even though it was nearly May. I could see the curve of the side of her breast pushing out against that sweater, and I started to imagine seeing more. She wore glasses, and for a minute I wondered if that might interfere with the eye contact.

God, how stupid was this? I'm trying to figure out the physics of this? Like somehow I'm going to look here in the eyes and go all Svengali on her: "You are getting very sleepy! Blah blah blah!, Wait. Take off your glasses, let me try again, Blah blah blah!" Wait, that was vampires, but hey, they did the same thing right? Blah blah indeed. Whatever the hell this was, some trick, some hypnosis, or magic, or whatever, all that seemed possible at night when a hot naked women is laying on top of you, panting your praises as your cum drips out of her, but at nine thirty in the morning on a Tuesday, under the florescent lights of a dry and dull office? Nah.

All this was running through my mind when Frankie spun around in her chair and hung up the phone. She caught sight of me and gave a chirp of surprise.

"Hey Mr. Lee! Wow! Didn't see you there. Sorry about that. Were you waiting for me?" All this came out at once with a nervous staccato flow and a flash of a smile.

"No, no worries, I just came in to get some more dry-erase markers." She immediately stood up and moved to the cabinet to get some. "I can get them! No need to bother you."

But she was already at the cabinet. Her back was to me as she opened it up and stretched up to get a box of markers from the top shelf. Now that she was out from behind the desk, I could see she was wearing a standard pair of jeans, not so tight in the legs, but they clung to her ass like a second skin. For such a thin woman, she had very nice curves and I couldn't take my eyes off them. Imagine running my hands over them, sliding between... Then she hopped up to reach the box and her sweater lifted up to expose the smooth pale skin of her lower back. No shirt under that sweater?

I was so distracted that I hadn't even noticed that she was talking. Just some small talk, I hoped.

"So we went through the whole box. We're so tight for money that we can't get any more until the fall." Her nervousness seemed to be gone now that she had calmed down from her surprise. "But I'm pretty sure I've got an extra stash hidden up here somewhere." With that she put one foot up onto a shelf and hopped up to get ahold of the box she had been looking for.

On instinct, I stepped forward so that when hopped down she would be a little too close to me. What I didn't expect is that she would slip on her way down and tumble back into me. My hand reached out to keep her from falling over and I ended up grabbing her right above the hip, under that lovely sweater that had been pulled up.

When my hand touched her skin, I felt that electric pulsing shock again - not so strong as I had felt with Tess, but strong enough. She gasped, and rather than pulling away, she pushed back harder into me.

"Oh, Mr. Lee! I'm so s...s...sorry. What a klutz!" She spun around, but still didn't move away, so now my hand still under her sweater holding on to her.

"Ah, I umm... whew! Nearly fell over there." She put her hand on my chest and looked up into my eyes.

Ok, so whatever this thing is, it works.

I swear I saw a little sparkle in her eyes, glasses or no. I don't know if it's real, or some kind of hallucination of my abnormal mind, but I saw it, and I saw her reaction.

She locked eyes with me and drew her breath in quick. My hand, sliding toward the small of her back, felt her breathing change. Again, it wasn't as overwhelming as it was with Tess, but a flush spread across her face.

There was a brief tense pause.

"Aha! The markers! Thank you." I pulled my hand out from under her sweater, my fingers pulling ever so lightly on the top of her jeans. As I stepped back, I reached out with my other hand to take the box of markers. "You are so sweet. I'm sure you don't help out the other teachers as much as you help me."

"No! no, I mean, I help everyone, of course, but, ah..." She was flustered, but was working hard to regain her composure, the flush still very much spread over her face and neck. "Last of the markers, though. Take good care of... them..."

"I sure will." I didn't make to leave, but reached over her to close the door of the cabinet. My arm grazed her shoulder and she leaned into me.

"Mr. Lee, can I do anything else... for you? I mean do you need..."

I tried to think things through clearly. This was almost ludicrous. This was so much more than I had hoped. It was too much really. The plan was to build her up for Friday, but she was already so worked up. I needed to try and cool things off a bit, so I closed the cabinet door and stepped back.

"No, you're great! Thanks again for the markers. I do need to work with you to get the new class lists all arranged, but that can wait a week or so, alright?"

"Yeah! Sure." She actually stepped toward me as I pulled back. "Whenever's good for you!"

I retreated quickly to my classroom and plopped down at my desk, putting the markers in a drawer next to the other full box that was there. This was dangerous stuff. I mean, I don't think she was ready to jump me or anything. I'm not sure if she even knew what she wanted, but she clearly felt the need to be close to me. Was she into me before all this, or did I do it to her?

How did it work though? Was it when I focus on someone? Could I control it? Was it just lust, or could I lead people to other emotions? Tess said that she couldn't change people fundamentally, but how did she know? Eye contact seemed to be most important, but touching skin felt like it charged the energy up somehow. I needed to figure out how it worked before I got myself into real trouble. I really needed to talk to Tess. She had so much more experience with this.

Well, that's what I was thinking at the time.

If only I had thought more about the danger and less about the possibilities of playing with Frankie's tight little ass under that thin layer of jeans, and the warm smooth touch of the skin at the small of her back.

Perhaps I would have had an entirely different adventure if I had been more cautious.