I’ll Stop the World and Fuck with You (Chapter: 2) [FM] [timestop][ENF][huml]

# Chapter 2: Hot for Teachers

I am so thrown off by the incident earlier I hardly register where I am until see the obnoxious history teacher, Miss Miller, standing in front of the class. She’s certainly not annoying to look at. She has a petite build, with big thick-rimmed square hipster glasses over her rounded face, curly brown hair cut fairly short, and really distinctive green eyes. No, what makes Miss Miller obnoxious is her personality. Fresh out of college, she considers herself the hottest and coolest teacher of the school. She insists students call her by her first name, Suzanne, and she peppers her lectures with unfunny, sometimes downright cringeworthy ‘slang’ and memes, acting like she’s the funniest, quirkiest teacher around. The highlight of any lesson of hers is when she starts talking about her boyfriend, who, according to the tales, is totally cool and hip and everybody loves him. Looking past Miss Miller, I see a photoshopped picture of Emperor Augustus dabbing projected onto the board. This lecture’s going to be a long one.

‘Great, something interesting finally happens in my life, but the only option it gives me is making this insufferable lecture take even *looonger*. Maybe now would be a good time to start experimenting to see if I can actually control these powers though; I mean *anything* beats listening to how many times *’Suzanne’* can cram the phrase “YOLO” into a history lesson. As I sit at my desk, I think back to how it felt with the world frozen around me and focus on the idea of stopping time. With a bit of effort, that familiar quiet falls over me again. Time has frozen once again, and even though it really does seem as though I am controlling this, the sensation still leaves me feeling utterly in awe.

‘Suzanne’ is frozen mid-shrug, the remote of the projector loosely in her left hand. I take a good long look at her now that I can do so without fear of being caught and called out for staring. Her breasts probably straddle the line between B and C, while her butt looks round, small and cute, very much complimenting her petite figure. She is wearing a pair of closed slippers, jeans, a knit sweater with a colorful striped pattern and a scarf.

“Ok, this is officially the *coolest* day of my LIFE!” I shout excitedly as I jump up from my desk, then immediately cringe and go silent… being surrounded by people who can’t hear or see me will definitely take some getting used to. I take a look around the frozen room, marveling at the stillness, laughing slightly as the many bored and sleepy faces that surround me. “This is still the lamest lecture though. Maybe I can fix that.”

I get up from my desk and head towards the front of the room, to ‘Suzanne’s’ laptop. The car wouldn’t run with time frozen, but maybe digital technology operates on a different level. Sadly I’m not so lucky. As I try wiggling the mousepad, the laptop remains completely frozen. Determined not to give up so easily, I continue wiggling the mousepad as I focus on pulling the laptop out of time with me. After a moment I jump in surprise as the cursor on screen starts to move. I quickly look around me to make sure I didn’t accidentally start the whole world back up again, but luckily, no, it was just the laptop.

I start looking through some of my teacher’s files. I quickly find the photos folder, but am disappointed to find nothing remotely racy inside. “Ah well, it is her work laptop after all”. I do find one image of her making a sorta dumb face though, maybe it was snapped as she was midsentence. I copy it into the PowerPoint presentation a few slides ahead of where we are and add the caption: “Adds meme’s to lame presentations/Thinks she’s ‘so hip’ ” Before setting things back how they were, the “teaching materials” folder catches my eye, so I open it up. “Oh fuck yeah. Never paying attention in this class again.” I take some time to copy down notes on every answer key to every test for the semester, then set the laptop back to how it was, return to my desk, and restart time.

The lecture continues as if nothing happened, until it gets to the altered slide. The class laughs, and Miss Miller looks mildly annoyed, but then plays it off by theatrically putting her arms in her side and saying “Well, somebody is sleeping on the couch tonight!” Soon after that, the lecture ends with Miss Miller showing pictures of the time she went to Rome with her boyfriend, who, as she reveals, is now her fiancé (*siiiiiigh*). “I hope he’s not with her for her wit” I think to myself as I gather my things, glad to get on to the next thing, and glad no one seemed at all suspicious of my movements. I have to admit though, she looked pretty good in some of her vacation outfits.

Next class is English with Miss Davis. Miss Davis is (despite Suzanne’s best efforts) hands down physically the hottest teacher of the school. A fit, sporty lady, slightly tall with beautiful long legs, grey eyes and blonde hair, usually back in a tight ponytail, decorating a strongly defined face with prominent cheekbones, unlike Suzanne’s rounder, softer face. Her tight body, firm butt, and sizable, easily C-cup breasts, encased in tight business casual pencil skirts and blouses make her a real schoolboy fantasy. To offset this though, she’s a ruthless authoritarian; the strictest teacher as well as the hottest, the class is dead silent as it moves in to find their seats, waiting for the lesson on Shakespeare to begin.

I normally have to really stay on top of things in Miss Davis’ class to avoid her wrath, but thanks to my newfound powers, I have all the time in the world to research and prepare my well crafted answers if I get called on to participate. I was never the *best* student before today, but I suspect I’ll discover a whole new level of lazy thanks to these powers of mine. But if I can stop the world and learn on my own time, I’ll end up being even smarter than before, so where’s the harm? I settle into my seat, take out my things, and watch Miss Davis, finally getting to really take in her incredible figure without fear of being caught unaware. Watching my hot teacher pace about as she leads the class is a real treat. With no pressing school work to distract me I can focus in on things like the subtle little bounce that accompanies each of her steps. As she passes by her desk I get an idea.

I freeze time and walk over to her desk alongside her. “Let’s get some new views shall we?” I say chuckling to myself. There’s something so oddly satisfying about talking right to someone’s face when they can’t possibly hear you or even know you’re there. I move one of her hands, extending it out slightly so it’s over her desk, brushing against a few papers and such, then I take a few pens and move them off the edge of the desk, laughing at the sight of them frozen in mid air. I guess gravity works a little differently here. I don’t make much of a mess, but I know Miss Davis likes a clean and orderly classroom, so I’m sure she won’t be able to resist the urge to set things right straight away, providing a nice sight for the rest of the class in the process. Satisfied I return to my seat and resume time.

“…and that’s why— ugh, one moment.” Sure enough, Davis bends over, and the class is treated to a sideways view of her skirt tighter than ever on her rear, though of course she’s far too professional to her wardrobes to shift out of place. Seeing my hot teachers ass with the fabric of her skirt stretched tight across it is a nice sight, but it leaves me still wanting more, so I freeze time again. Slowly and *very* carefully, I tug at the bottom of her skirt; I’m not yet sure if people can feel what happens in frozen time, so I don’t want Miss Davis coming to thinking she’s been man-handled. If I do this right, I’ll be able to hike up her skirt by just an inch or two and she should be none the wiser. I lift and wrinkle the teacher’s skirt slightly, not enough for a truly lewd display or anything, but I manage to show off more of her toned thighs. I decide that’s far enough, not wanting to cause a panic or raise suspicion, and return to my seat and enjoy the show.

She doesn’t seem to notice a thing as she collects the pencils, her beautiful thighs tantalizingly on display. I do however notice Landon, one of my classmates, known for often being a bit of a dick, quickly raising up his phone to take a picture, a scene that makes me smile a little. With the ability to stop time I can get any kind of view I want any *time* I want, so I’m glad this hasn’t all just been for me. Watching Landon tuck his phone back away takes my mind back to Miss Miller’s computer. I stop time again and pull out my own phone, then, focusing as I did in my last class I pull my phone out of time with me. I walk up to Miss Davis, open the camera app, hold my phone between her thighs, and take a shot right up her no-nonsense, professional skirt. Pulling my phone back, I’m met with a nice view of my teacher’s thighs all the way up to a pair of plain black panties. Plain as her panties may be, getting to see them at all, along with a clearer straight on view of the curve of her ass is a real thrill. I tilt the phone around as I snap just a few more photos of various angles to get the best view possible, then return to my seat. I chuckle imagining how jealous Landon would be if he only knew.

Time resumes and Miss Davis, having collected her things, finally stands back up, still completely unaware of my mischievous hijinks. She continues the lecture while the class remains quiet, silently thanking whatever god is up there for that brief intermezzo, but not showing anything. I allow the rest of the class period to proceed as usual, though still devoting most of my focus to Miss Davis and her figure. I feel a tiny pang of guilt peeping on my teacher like I did, not enough to delete those sexy photos or anything, but enough to make me decide not to mess with her any further… not today anyway… or at least not in this class…

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