Time for School

Author note: This is the beginning of what I hope to be a long and flourishing series of stories. It is an unabashed self-insert series that takes place in the real world. However, instead of allowing it to become a ridiculous self-insert Mary Sue/Gary Stu mess, there is actual development in my own character as well as others. There are plotlines and various arcs. Basically it's an actual story and not some random, ham-handed fuckfic. Yes, this story does have graphic sexual content and strong language.

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The year was 2001. Not a space odyssey by any stretch of the imagination, but it was a pretty colorful point in my life. It was later in the year – winter time. I'd always liked the cold air. It was fresh, invigorating. It felt like winds of change; as though bigger, better things were only a gust away.

I was just another a teenager in tenth grade. Unsurprisingly, that also meant I had teenage hormones that raged constantly and I was always caving in to them. Aside from any pictures or videos I could've ever found on the internet, there were scores of pretty girls I found quite appealing at school. The combination of the two caused me to fabricate an endless array of fantasies in my head.

I couldn't help but let my mind wander during school, day in and day out. There was never a shortage of nubile girls my age sitting mere feet away from me with their lovely, warm bodies curved and filled out in the right places; my nose catching just a whiff of their different perfumes and admiring the attention to detail they spent grooming themselves...

To put it simply, I was pretty damn horny a lot.

I fantasized relentlessly about the opposite sex. The only problem is they weren't interested like I was. I had the unfortunate designation of being a wild child throughout my childhood and into my teens, and I was indeed wild. I was also the complete opposite of the stereotypical female fantasy of a tall, dark stranger. I wasn't an honors student and I wasn't captain of the football team – I was just a regular, short-ish blond guy. And so, I fell back on my imagination and doing such silly things in my spare time as daydreaming and writing stories about them, which was complete and utter silliness.

I knew there was simply no possibility of ever getting lucky with any of the many objects of my desire.

But then, one early Monday morning I woke up. It wasn't an amazing achievement, I'd done it many times before. However, that morning I noticed that I suddenly had a very odd superpower that just came out of nowhere. It was just a thing that happened. It wasn't something that could be explained with some sort of long, complex, meaningful plot or a fantastic backstory – it just happened. That's all there was to it.

I didn't know I even possessed it until that very morning, when I was walking down the city sidewalk toward the school bus with my backpack slung over my shoulders. It was only a little chilly out so I had opted not to wear a sweater. I lived in a city right by the beach in a really great apartment building, so the air always carried the smell of the ocean breeze no matter the time of day. The sun hadn't even come up yet, which always made me wonder why I had to get up before the sun did just to get to school. I was convinced it had to be some sort of torture.

But as I pondered upon such an important question as beauty rest, a very inattentive guy on a bicycle came out of nowhere and barreled straight toward me. I gasped and panicked, throwing my hands up to shield myself and brace for the impact when suddenly everything went very quiet.