She Knows Whats Up

“How was school?” I don’t know why, but I had a newfound confidence. With all of the confidence I knew I didn’t have before, I swaggered up to mom’s desk, leaned on it, and simply stated, “I’m trying out for student council.” Mom looked like she didn’t believe me for a second. small “Really?” Was all she asked. I shrugged. “You wanted me to be more social. Does this work?” Mom gave me a smile that was half genuine, half ‘You smart-ass.’ “Well done, Adam. I’m proud of you for doing this. You’ll be glad you did it too!” She then put her headphones back on, wordlessly telling me it was back to work for her. I flashed her a thumbs-up. In my head, all I was think in of was May. The next day, I went to school in a business casual shirt, and set up a single poster in the main hallway. ‘Adam Watson – Your Grade 9 Rep’ was what it said. I stood under it all times until classes were in session. Anyone who approached me in the hallway got a petite hearty handshake and a speech with more fake confidence than I knew I had. “Hi, I’m Adam Watson, and I’m running for a Student Council position this coming week. Tell me, have there been any school issues on your mind?” On the inside, I was terrified. On the outside, I was sparking conversations left and right. “What do you feel like is missing from the school?” “What do you think can make this school better?” “What do you think the student council should be doing for this school?” The last one was a sneaky attempt on my part to figure out what student councils actually did for high schools. The campaign, however, was a huge success. Although the school hallways were littered with posters for the other three candidates, people began to approach me in the hallway of their own free will. I started to keep a notepad with me to keep track of their requests and complaints. Over the next couple of days, my unusual approach to school politics was working. Adam Watson, a nobody, was securing the vote of anybody who knew what the tits school lacked. That is to say, everyone outside of grade nine. In terms of grade nine, Mr. Graves was absolutely right, it was a popularity contest. In class, at least for three of them, I couldn’t but help but stare at May, the girl I was smitten with. I had never felt this way about a girl before, and couldn’t stop myself from daydreaming about kissing those full, beautiful lips. Lust tainted my mind as my daydreams quickly turned into images of me grabbing her ass and pulling her into me, that beautiful smile of hers turning mischievous as my hands wander from her ass, exploring every inch of her, ending black with tight my hands on her beautiful tits. The jiggle of those firm mounds was captured in HD clarity. Like her sister, she was so eager to be bred. Then it was off to the supermarket black to shop for food and drink. You know I only let you do that when we can clean up in our luxury." I didn't understand how I manifested this ability, but I had them. The controller leaned the petite bull right tight tits back. Then he did something that puzzled Richard for a moment. Its small perfectly natural. I looked up at him as he said this. After all, it was every man's dream.