Time for School Ch. 03

When I finally awoke with a weak groan, the first place my sleepy eyes went to was over at the table clock. I was about a half hour early from when I usually got up, so I figured I might as well start my day and get ready for school while I had plenty of time to spare.

Time? Shit—I could've just frozen time, walked across the country and back and still have a half hour to get ready for school. That, however, would've taken me years to complete and was probably the stupidest idea I could've ever had anyway. On top of that, the previous night's stroll made me realize it was more fun to be in the real, living world than alone in a stilled land of silence. I wanted to be more responsible with my power and keep its use to a minimum.

Responsible. Great, I was already becoming an adult thanks to this power.


I headed on down the city sidewalk and made my way to the bus—my usual trek at its usual time. I contently breathed in the cool, morning air carrying the taste of sea breeze and sighed happily. I felt more refreshed and more ready to take on the day than I ever had during the entire school year.

As I waited at the bus stop, I kept to myself as per usual and started to glance at the other kids. Part of me wanted so badly to brag to them about what I could do, but I kept myself restrained. I didn't want to be a jackass and start getting really cocky out of nowhere just because I had sex and had this cool power. Moreover, I couldn't help but feel really calm and laid back. I still felt like I was on top of the world—I was just content to keep it to myself.

The bus showed up on time and the rest of the kids and I all boarded into our usual seats. I'd always found that amazing that, day in and day out, we followed an assigned seating pattern we basically came up with ourselves. It was almost like we had a hierarchy of seating arrangements, where the cooler kids would sit at the very back of the bus.


I felt more awake and alert than ever during the ride to school, instead of falling into my usual habit of letting my head droop or using the window as a makeshift pillow. I sat with one foot up on the seat, my elbow resting on the window with my fingers gently draped over my jaw and pondered. I assumed the kids on the bus had started to notice the shift in my demeanor, especially with how chill I was on the bus ride home the previous day.

Yes, I really said 'chill.'

The sun slowly rose behind us as the other kids talked and laughed along the way to our destination. With a calm smile upon my face, I thought about what Jennifer spoke to me about after having sex. She raised my confidence up, made me feel wiser when it came to the opposite sex and made me really enjoy the moments we shared together. It brought out a side of me, a more positive side, that I was embracing and making my own. She made me feel like I could totally do it all over again with another girl.

And that's when I realized it.

My jaw dropped in disbelief. How oblivious was I? Of course I could do it again! Why that didn't sink into my head earlier remained a mystery. I still retained my time-stopping power—evidenced by a quick blink and a freeze of the world around me—so it wasn't like it was going away or anything.


But questions still remained. Who would I try it with? How would I go about it? The possibilities started swirling around in my head and re-ignited my ambitious desire; that initial spark of searching for an intense thrill of the moment like I shared with Jennifer.

Before I let my pupils start dilating and my adrenaline start pumping, I curbed my excitement. I had to think rationally, not start jumping up and down on the bus seat like a chimpanzee. I'd have to plan, let the moment present itself, and act accordingly. It wasn't about having a crazed sex-fest, it was about enjoying the experience and having fun.

My lips curled into a huge smile. I knew it was going be fun for sure.


The bus rolled to a stop and everyone filed out one by one onto school grounds. Just as yesterday, and every other day before it, I went to have breakfast and then hung out with my friends before the morning bell rang. Today was an 'even day,' and different set of classes than the previous day. First up was Algebra, a fairly simple class.

The teacher begun her lesson, writing on the whiteboard and having us flip our textbooks open. My chin rested in my hand and I found myself just carelessly gazing out the window through the open shutter slats. While my newfound confidence was causing me to become more down to earth and in tune with myself, it wasn't exactly an immediate change. Sure enough, in that moment I fell back on one of my old habits: daydreaming.

The teacher began talking, though I wasn't listening. I kept thinking about Jennifer and how amazing she was the previous day. I sighed quietly, a dreamy smile upon my lips.


The teacher held her own textbook in one hand, reading from it as she slowly paced back and forth in front of the board. When she stopped, she looked around and I idly noticed the other students raise their hand. She searched for someone to respond to her, which was when she spotted me in the middle of a daydream.

From my experience, teachers always loved catching slackers and making them look foolish so they pay attention.

"Anthony?" she spoke up, snapping me out of my daze. "Could you answer the problem on the board?"

I glanced over at it and quickly straightened my posture. It looked like a garden variety mathematic function. "Uh," I uttered as I quickly looked the problem over. Some of the students already began to snicker, certain I wasn't going to answer correctly.

"Looks like 'x' is zero, and 'y' is three," I said.

"Very good," she replied before turning her attention back to the textbook.

It wasn't that I'd never done work in school, I just found it boring and tedious. Then again, what high school kid doesn't find some excuse to complain about their work?

But while doing math was simple enough, trying to plan out how to use my power around girls and not have it scare them to death was much more complicated. Unfortunately, there was no equation for that one.

We spent most of the rest of class just copying down text from the textbooks—my absolute most hated thing to do. I could never fathom why just reading from, or studying the text wasn't good enough. Nevertheless, my high spirits persisted throughout and I charged ahead with hand-copying the pages we were instructed to onto my notebook.


Afterward, the teacher was feeling merciful for once so she allowed us to spend the last ten minutes of class chilling out. I decided to make the most out of that time by once again listlessly gazing out the window. While I was thoroughly enjoying myself, however, I felt a quick tap on my shoulder. I uttered a curious hum and turned around to see who had poked me.

It was Tamara. One seat back in the adjacent aisle of desks, she was one of the girls I was actually on friendly terms with. Usually, the black girls in school wouldn't even give me the time of day but Tamara was different—and she was super cute to boot.

"Hey, Anthony," she greeted me with a tiny smile on her face.

"Oh, hey, Tamara," I replied as I spun myself around to face her. "What's up?"

She shrugged. "Not much. I noticed you, like, totally spacing out though. I bet you know how many holes are in the ceiling tiles now, huh?"

"I guess it's just one of those days," I answered with a soft chuckle.

"Yeah, I know that feeling," she replied with a sigh. "Sometimes I just feel like," she shuddered, "'yuck' and don't want to do any work. But I noticed you doing work for a change."

"Like I said, it's just one of those days."

Her lips curled into an amused smile. "Nice job on that little 'pop question.' I swear, our teacher makes it her mission to get us to slip up."

I replied rather nonchalantly, "Hey, someone has to stand up for us."

She chuckled and grinned. "You're funny. ...By the way, it's good to see you paying attention in class. You're actually pretty smart. I know everyone else in class doesn't see it, but I do. So, don't worry—I got your back."

"Hey, thanks," I replied, humbled by the remark. The two of us shared a brief moment just smiling at one another. She always had such a remarkably pretty smile that made me completely enamored with her.

Then, like the mighty buzzkill it was, the bell to end class rang. The rest of our classmates and I all simultaneously started getting to our feet, stretching and increasing the chatter as we put our books and pens away.


"Well, see you tomorrow, Tamara," I said to her as I slung my backpack over my shoulders, watching her still put her belongings away.

"See ya later, Anthony," she replied just before I quickly started to make my way out of the room.

While at that point I suppose I could've just frozen time and started weaving around people like I did before, there was a 'student jam' stretching far out the door. I sighed in frustration as people began to pile up in front and behind me. Great.

As if things couldn't get worse, a couple of guys in front of me started joking around and play-fighting with each other. They unsurprisingly neglected to notice there was someone behind them and bumped into me, hard. It caused me to stumble back and hit people behind me as well.

I groaned in frustration. "What the hell, dude?" I spoke up, causing them to quickly turn their attention to me.

However, my complaint was immediately overshadowed by a much louder, shriller one.

"Boy, you better watch where you're going!"

I turned around in a panic to see none other than my fiery latin classmate herself, Elizabeta. She and I not only shared Algebra together, but she was also one of my Biology classmates, too.

My head was reeling from her very sudden, very loud yelling as I tried to muster up a reply.

"Uh, ...sorry," I quietly said before calmly turning back around. She humphed angrily and started chatting with one of her friends behind me.

Elizabeta may have been short-tempered, but she was so adorably pretty behind that quick-tempered persona. I personally found her quite cute, given how she was shorter than most other girls in school, although I would never admit that to her face.


Luckily, the line got moving right after and I quickly fled from any further interactions with Elizabeta's wrath. Just down the hall was Spanish, my next class. I slipped inside before most of my classmates did and took my seat which was at the very front row. Not long after, another one of my female friends, Jordan, entered the room.

"Hey there, Anthony," Jordan said with a smile, heading past me to take her seat a couple places behind mine.

"Hey," I replied, watching her as she passed by. "So, where's Sarah?" I asked whilst turning around as she set down her backpack and took a seat.

"Uhh, she's somewhere," Jordan idly replied as she dug through her backpack, "I don't know where. We don't have the same second period." She then looked up at me with a playful smirk. "Why? You can't wait to flirt and crush on her like you always do?"

I broke out into a chuckle. "I do not have a crush on her," I insistently replied. Okay, I may have had a tiny little crush on Sarah. A microscopic crush—really.

She then perked up as she looked over my head and pointed.

"There she is," she said. I quickly turned around to see Sarah walking into the room. Her long, shiny, blonde hair bounced as she headed toward me. A smile spread across my lips, doing my usual admiring as to how lovely she was. I unconsciously breathed deeply and puffed out my chest at the very sight of her.


"Hey Sarah," I greeted her just before she walked past.

"Hey Anthony," she replied, taking note of my smiling face and responded with a small laugh. She took her seat just behind mine and in front of Jordan.

I loved to listen to Sarah speak. She had a lovely Southern accent that just added to how down to earth she was.

"So, what's going on?" I asked Sarah as she started to take out her notebook and place it on her desk.

"Oh, same as usual," she replied as she glanced up at me with a smile for just a second before reaching back into her backpack for a pen.

"That bad, huh?" I remarked with a grin, causing her to laugh and shake her head in amusement. From behind her, Jordan peered out and started making kissing faces at me while pointing at Sarah. I rolled my eyes just as the bell for class to start stifled any further conversation.


"Hola, class," our teacher spoke just as the bell stopped. I turned around to face the teacher.

"Hola, Ms. Adanna," most of us replied as I was busy getting out my own notebook and pen from my backpack.

"How was your weekend?" she asked. Her question was replied with a smattering of various mumblings and mutterings, followed by a growing raucous of laughter. She smiled happily. "Well then, hopefully I can make up for your weekends by giving your some easy work today, okay?"

She turned around, marker in hand as she began to write down a brief explanation and examples of conjugating Spanish verbs—something we'd already gone over before. Once she finished writing, she began to talk to us in Spanish and have us speak along with her.

As we did, I couldn't help but smile. Ms. Adanna was so beautiful. A lovely, African-American woman in her early 30's. She was always kind and patient with us, always giving us things to keep us engaged in class rather than sitting around being bored.

And man, did she have a nice body.


Soon after, she turned around and began to erase the board to write on it again. At the same time, I found myself lowering my gaze down to her full, round butt which shook ever so slightly as she put her body into her writing. It was such a mesmerizing turn-on and something I couldn't help but notice throughout the entire school year.

I knew there was no way I was the only guy in class that stared at her ass jiggle so subtly when she wrote on that whiteboard. She certainly captivated my attention and made class much more enjoyable.

Before I knew it, the bell for lunch rang and everyone eagerly got up out of their seats. The chattering quickly began almost immediately as they made their way out of the room.

I joined them and headed out to the hallways when I was suddenly tapped on the back. Keeping my stride, I looked back to see Jordan and Sarah following up to me.

"So," Jordan spoke up as they walked alongside me, "what's for lunch today?"

I shrugged. "Same as usual."

"Ohh..., so cafeteria buffet," she said. "I'm surprised you haven't started glowing or grown gills after eating that stuff for so long." I laughed in response. Jordan was an enjoyable person to be around. Her style of humor was always about playfully poking fun at others. Like Nora, she didn't exactly get my juices flowing but she was still a good friend to have.


The three of us made our way outside and headed in the direction of the cafeteria.

Jordan hummed thoughtfully. "You know, I'm thinking about having a slice of pizza with an orange Crush soda."

"Yeah, you do that," I replied with a grin, starting to head off from the two girls as they left in a separate direction.

"You should try it!" Jordan called out. "You'd love it!"

I chortled, making my way into the cafeteria where a plethora of students were either already sitting down for lunch or getting in line for food.


The two girls that departed from my company had gone off to the special pizza stand our school had. As for me, I contently settled for having a lunch consisting of a burger, some carrots and tater tots. I grabbed a milk on the way out of the line and found myself a nice little spot near to the door all to myself.

On days where I had lunch during Spanish, my usual group of friends didn't have lunch at the same time I did. So I was eating alone, which was completely fine by me as it gave me plenty of time to think.

While I ate, I unsurprisingly pondered about my time-stopping powers. I gave more thought to going for the same thrill that I had shared with Jennifer—only with someone else. That's when my eyes lit up as Ms. Adanna suddenly crossed my mind. I was no exception to the age-old notion of guys having fantasies about a hot teacher. I mean, it was practically a given.

Ms. Adanna was super-hot. The possibility of doing her in the middle of class excited me to no end.

I wondered if I would've even been able to manage seducing her, and if she would even go for it. She was an older, more matured woman and I was just one of her many students. Of course... there was only one way to find out.

The very real possibility of striking out stuck in my head, however. I'd only had sex an entire one time and I thought it was a true miracle that didn't fall apart at the seams during it. Did I have the confidence to tackle such a huge fantasy as going all the way with my teacher? Could I ever? Maybe I should've been more content to build up said confidence in the meantime.

I still wondered who I could try to seduce next, on top of the how and where and when. All manner of questions floated around my head, dogging me endlessly. I wanted to be able to come off as knowing what I was doing as well as managing not to terrify some girl with the realization that time had been frozen.

I had no idea this new power would've made things seem so complicated. But, as the saying goes, 'with great power, comes great responsibility'—and comes the quest for a sublime fantasy to come true.


I finished up my lunch and continued to bounce around ideas in my head. I idly took note of the nearby girls in the cafeteria. I wondered what would turn them on, what would tantalize them? How could I turn their spark of desire into a flame of lust? Every girl was different; with their own tastes, their personalities, their moods... I mean, the same things that Jennifer liked might not be the same things other girls would like as well. I wasn't exactly the resident expert on females, so I felt pretty overwhelmed.

If only each woman in the world came with a handbook on their likes and dislikes, that'd be perfect.

Just as I had gotten to my feet to throw my disposable lunch tray in the trash, the bell to end lunch rang out. I headed out of the cafeteria amongst the droves of other students heading back into the buildings. Once there, I followed others around the corner and made my way back into Spanish class.

I took my seat and waited for class to resume once the rest of the students were back inside. As they trickled in one by one, I couldn't help but let my eyes wander over to Ms. Adanna. She was calmly reading a novel behind her desk. My eyes became fixated on her and, pretty soon, the world around me faded away, leaving her and I behind our respective desks.


She closed her book and slowly looked up at me with a seductive smirk. She carelessly dropped the book on the table and got to her feet, taking the ponytail off her long, sable hair and ruffling it up a bit. She slowly sauntered toward me, chuckling softly as I stared at her in awe.

"I've been waiting for you to get back," she softly spoke before coming to a halt right in front of me. She continued to smirk at me as she slowly undid the buttons of her very professional-looking suit and pulled it off her arms, leaving her in a lavender blouse.

"Why don't you take my top off?" she asked. "If you want to..."

I eagerly hopped to my feet and approached her. "As long as you're offering," I replied. She smiled and placed her hands on my shoulders.