The free-use bell

Jessica glares up at the freshly installed free-use bell with her arms crossed and a scowl. "You have got to be kidding me. If that bell rings and one of you guys so much as lays a finger on me, my father will kill you."

The boys in CraveU user's class look back and forth at each other, but don't say anything. The free-use bell is part of a mandate from the AI the runs the world right now. When it rings, any guy can have any girl in the school for the rest of the day. Killing someone for following an AI mandate sounds like a good way to attract the attention of the orbital death lasers that have brought crime down close to zero worldwide.

"I don't mind a little consequence-free sex... as long as it's not with some pencil-dick like CraveU user," says Kendra, shooting him a sneer. "It's not like my boyfriend can get mad if some big stud throws me over a desk and pounds me when the AI says he should. We love the AI. AI macht frei."

"There's nothing wrong with CraveU user!" Larissa protests. She and CraveU user have been friends forever, but never more. Even so, she whispers "If the bell rings, I'd rather you grab me than some creep."

This is news to CraveU user, but he barely has time to process it before Miss Maple comes in with her grading book in her hand. She speaks briskly, "Yes, the AI has mandated that we install the free-use bell, but keep in mind that they ring unpredictably. It may never ring. And, while the mandate is that boys can choose to have any female if it does, you can also choose to be respectful and either seek consent or choose not to exercise the privilege they now enjoy under the AI. We love the AI. Now, let's focus on class."

Everyone sits down obediently and focuses on trigonometry. But, CraveU user can't help imagine who he would have sex with if he could have sex with anyone in this classroom - the conceited blonde queen bee Jessica who thought she was better than everybody, dark-haired Latina class slut Kendra who seemed to want to fuck every guy in school except him, his platonic red-haired friend Larissa... or maybe Miss Maple with her ash-blonde hair and epic MILF tits. He's still speculating ten minutes later when the bell rings, its unmistakable bong indicating the beginning of a free-use period.

Miss Maple pales and nervously gathers up her grade book, holding it to her chest like a shield. "A-all right, class. Now, remember..."

But all around the classroom, guys are getting out from behind their desks, looking like they're eager to explore this new mandate.