Biology Class
Another seemingly endless morning. Sometimes I wish I could speed things up instead of just pausing time. This chair is so uncomfortable. My elbows are sore from resting on the desk. Meanwhile, the teacher continues to drone on about frog anatomy. I just don't care. I fix my gaze on the clock on the wall ahead. Tick. It's unbearably slow. Tick. Fuuuck.
I'm sitting at the back of the room, trying to stay out of the teacher's line of sight so she doesn't call on me. She always yells at people. I know she just wants us to pay attention, but she's so harsh about it.
She’s a new teacher. This is her second week. Mrs. B. Karen Berzinski. Yep, she’s actually a Karen. And she fits the stereotype most days too. Condescending. Stick up her ass. Uptight and unlikable. And while she acts like a know-it-all, she really doesn’t. Which makes it even harder to respect her. She mispronounces the word pronunciation, saying pro-noun-ciation. And said something about Darwin I know is false, even though it’s her area of expertise supposedly.
But she is fun to look at. A MILF in her mid 30s. Tall, curvy body. Long, wavy dark hair, so shiny and high-class, swirling in waves down past her shoulders. Always wears such classy, expensive clothes from her lawyer husband.
Like today, a tight white sleeveless shirt, dressy but sexy, showing off her tan arms. At least five different shiny bracelets. A giant diamond ring. Sparkly, dangling earrings. Nice white nail polish. Dark gray dress slacks, so snug against her plump ass. That fucking ass, accentuated even more by her high heels. Expensive suede shoes, which can’t even be that comfortable. Their only purpose to make her look good.
She must know how she looks. Must know her tight pants ride up her crack a bit. Every time she turns to the smart-board screen on the wall, she tortures a room full of horny high schooI seniors.
“Hellooo, what’s the answer?” She’s making eye contact with me! Shit I didn’t hear her call on me! I’ve been so distracted staring at her.
“Sorry Miss B, I can’t remember,” Damn, the way she glares at me makes me want to shrink into my seat and die. She’s so mean.
“Missus. And pay more attention.” She turns and continues babbling on. Fuck she’s uptight.
I always try to refrain from using my powers at schooI. I don’t want to get seen or freak anyone out. And using it too much leaves me so exhausted afterward that it makes the rest of a schooI day so difficult.
But on days like this, it’s hard to hold back. I could so easily do whatever I want with this woman right now. Explore every inch of her. Touch and smell and taste everything. Get back at her for being such a bitch.
I try to pay attention for a few minutes, ignore the temptation, but I keep glancing back at her. Her breasts look so full in that shirt. Pressing tight against the fabric. She’s got two kids I think, and while she looks fit and young still, childbirth has been a bit hard on her. She looks like a woman that struggles to entirely get rid of the fat from pregnancy. Just a touch here and there. Heavier thighs rubbing together in those tight pants. A tiny bit of pudge to her stomach. Her hips nice and wide. Fuck I can’t handle this.
I glance around, making sure no eyes are on me. I’m at the back of class, so I’m pretty hidden. Then I concentrate. Staring intensely at the clock on the wall helps me use my power.
I slow time to a stop, right in the middle of Mrs. B saying, “So if you look at this frrrroooooog -”
The hands of the clock stop. Silence. Even the hum of the AC goes quiet. The air still. Every face in the room frozen in time. My dick stirs in my pants. Already the feeling of being able to do whatever I want makes me giddy with excitement.
I scan the room, double checking that no one was looking my way. Then I get up and stretch. I wave my hand in front of the face of the fat girl that sits in front of me. I smile. God I love doing this.
I casually walk to the front of the class, my mind racing with possibilities. My eyes fixed on the teacher. She stands at the head of the class. Turned sideways, pointing up at the board. Mouth open in a funny expression, frozen mid-word.
She stands about my height with those high heels on. Which is kind of sexy since I’m so used to girls being shorter than me. Maybe it’s a power move. So she can literally be looking down on people. But it makes her look so mature, motherly.
I immediately invade her personal space, getting my face right up in front of hers. I stand inches from her and inspect her up close. Knowing she doesn’t see me gives me the total freedom to move about however I want. It doesn’t matter if I look weird. No one sees me.
Her face is so pretty. Subtle makeup enhances her natural beauty. She’s got a few freckles you only notice when you’re this close. Her eyes are a nice brown. Such soft features. I never noticed how nice and cute she looks when she isn’t glaring or yelling.
I lean forward and sniff at her hair, her neck. Fuck, she smells amazing. A feminine scent I’ve definitely smelled before. Lavender I think. Floral. But subtle. My dick stirs in my pants, half-stiff.
I reach out and touch her, feeling up and down her belly and hips. She’s so soft and squishy all over. Her personality is stern and cold, but her body couldn’t be any more different. Delicate and warm beneath her thin shirt.
