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The professor returns to the front of the class and continues her lecture, but she keeps watching me like a hawk.
I want to experiment, but I know better than to mess with the lights again. Maybe it is telekinesis, I wonder, and start trying to lift my pencil off my desk with only my mind…
….
Nothing happens….
I try moving it side to side, but it stays motionless again. Maybe it only works on electronics, I wonder next. Looking around for someone with their cell phone out, I'm disappointed to see none. I don't dare pull my own out, with Prof Jane watching me so keenly.
Professor Jane's computer screen is facing away from me, so I can't really judge it.
The bell rings, and I start preparing to leave, forgetting about Prof. Jane's office, till she calls me back.
Her office is small, but neatly organized. I sit in a comfortable chair, facing her desk. She goes to one of her filing cabinets and starts rifling through it until she finds what she is after, then pulls out a manila folder.
" Nicolas Smith," she intones, and I can tell from her voice that she's not very happy with me.
"4.0 average student, attending this university on a scholarship." Her eyes lift from the folder, and seem to strike me to my core. "I have to confess, if you didn't do so well in my class, I likely wouldn't even know who you are. You don't seem like the type to cause problems, so do you want to tell me what that was about out there?" She asked me coldly.
"Professor, I know I was smiling, but I thought it was funny, just like the rest of the class. I don't have a key to the switch, so I don't know how it got turned off."
But I did know, tho, because I had done it, somehow with my mind.
She started talking again, but my mind is absorbed in what I might be able to do. I can see her laptop screen in here, and imagine it turning off. Again, nothing happens.
Thinking hard, I try to figure out what is different. I remember every time I use my power, I think about switching something off, not just having it suddenly go off. Looking at the laptop again, I imagine moving a switch to turn it off, and then I have to stop myself from whooping as it suddenly powers down.
Wondering if I can only turn things off, I think about switching it back on, and I can almost feel the switch move in my mind as it powers back up.
"Are you listening to me?"
My professor's voice cuts through my thoughts, and I look up to meet her large brown eyes, unable to think of what she'd just said. I can see anger in her eyes as I hesitate to speak, but a sudden thought crosses my mind.
What if I could switch off her anger?
I quickly imagine her anger as a switch, with happiness on one end and anger on the other, and try to move it. I feel the switch with my mind, as I push against it, but it refuses to budge. I press harder, but still no movement. I almost give up, when her laptop finally boots up, and its startup sounds distract her, and the switch moves a little bit. Not enough to get rid of her anger, I suspect, but enough to blunt it.
Wondering whether I had actually moved the emotional switch or could sense it, I decided to try something else.
Perhaps it's too much to hope to change a mood so much and so quickly. While she is still distracted by her laptop, I reimagine the switch, but this time, instead of happiness, I think of no feeling, and try to move it. It budges slightly more, but still not enough.
I look at my professor, and at the way her suit hugs her lovely curves, and a lewd thought strikes me.
Maybe I can't change an emotion quickly, but can I affect her physically? I decide to throw caution to the wind as she turns back to me, her anger only slightly blunted. Due to my efforts, I flip another switch in her, and I almost sigh when I feel it move easily.
Prof. Jane's eyes seem to grow larger as what I had done seems to register to her, but otherwise, she shows no reaction. She continues to stare at me, and I know her crotch is getting wetter, or at least I hope it is, because I feel the switch move. I realize she is still waiting for my answer.
"I promise you, I didn't see anybody turn off the lights, and I am not certain how they turned it off," I said, trying to think.
It wasn't entirely a lie, as I still didn't understand how this new power of mine worked.
She continues to stare at me, but I can still feel the anger switch slowly moving. I decide that emotionless is a poor place to set the switch, and instead set it to Hot, wondering just what I might be capable of doing to this mature and beautiful woman. I can immediately feel that the switch in her mind is easier to move, but it is still not moving fast.
Suddenly I realize that the switch making her p*ssy wet has turned back on, and sense the 'Hot' switch start moving again. No, I must be able to do more than one at a time, I figure, but how many?
I easily flip another switch in her, making her nipples hard, and hold back my grin as she starts talking again.
"You're a bright student, and I don't want to see you get into any trouble," She said, her voice sounding less cold now.