Timestop: The Class Test

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DISCLAIMERS

I often write from the perspective of the VILLAIN. That means I don’t agree with his choices, and you’re not supposed to either. We’re all acknowledging he is wrong. Obviously nothing he does should ever be done in real life! Please be mature adults and separate fantasy from reality.

This is more PORN than PLOT.

All characters are 18+.This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to events, locales, or persons living or dead is purely coincidental.

KINK WARNINGS

-NC (but with mutual pleasure)

-Pervy creeping around (crawling under desks/skirts, etc)

-Sniffing / Tasting / Gross acts

-Bit of Foot Fetish

-Cruelty and Humiliation



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Timestop: The Class Test

The reposeful silence threatened to lull us back to sleep. The trance-inducing ticking of the clock above the teacher’s desk in the front only served as a constant reminder that it was 8:13 in the fucking morning. Senior year. Monday History class. And it was one of the hardest tests of the year. A tediously in-depth examination of the aftermath of World War II. A fun topic normally, but made impossibly abstruse by Mr. Lewandowski. In hindsight it becomes pretty understandable that teachers thought it was a prank. A coordinated effort to get out of class.

For years after I was gone, off to college, even after that, the boys of the School immortalized the date. Celebrating it every year. Calling it ‘Oh-Day’. A day for teasing girls behind teachers’ backs. Moaning in the middle of classes. I never intended it, but honestly it sounds hilarious.

No one ever really figured out exactly what happened, never suspected I was behind it all. And thank God. I don’t know why I got so reckless that day. I mean, I was usually so careful back then, so hesitant to use my power around people I know. Usually avoiding sticky situations like this. But it was just one of those days I guess. I couldn’t take it anymore.

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Someone’s stomach gurgles. Someone snickers at the noise. Pencils scratching away at paper. It’s so goddamn quiet, I’m practically worried people will hear my thoughts. Because I’m definitely not thinking about this test.

How could I? Right as I had entered the class, on the way to my desk in the back, I walked past Alyssa. The girl that sits in front of me every day. The hottest girl in class. My biggest crush. She had just sat down, was getting settled, and her Catholic plaid skirt caught on her seat. Her legs were open slightly, and I saw way up her thighs before she adjusted herself.

Now I’m just sitting here with that image burned into my brain, ten minutes into this damn test, still staring at the first stupid question.

I keep glancing up at the back of her head in front of me. She leans back. Her straight, light brown hair nearly whipping me in the face like it always does. She’s the type of girl who has to make a whole thing out of putting her hair up, stretching and showing off as she ties most of it into her cute, signature ponytail that leaves silky strands draping down on either side of her face.

God, these desks are so small, she’s so close. Smells so fucking good. Her tall, lean body begging to get grabbed from behind. Her polo uniform shirt hugs her athletic form tightly. The soft white cotton clinging to her perky little tits and elegant curves. Shit, now I have a boner. I try to focus on something else to get my mind off her. I notice another girl, Jade, in the row next to us. Her legs. Perfect creamy skin. Fuck. This test is never happening.

I could so easily take everything I want right now. Freeze everyone and explore the class to my heart’s content. But I have to refrain. It’s so easy to get carried away, make mistakes. It ends badly sometimes. Just last month, a girl from my math class switched schools after freaking out so much in the middle of class from what I secretly did to her. No one knew what happened, but I can’t keep being so careless.

But as I stare at Alyssa’s exposed neck now, my dick pulses under my desk.

Fuck it. I look around to make sure no one’s looking, and then I gaze at the clock on the wall above the chalkboard. I concentrate, straining. The hand on the clock slows. A dude next to me starts to yawn loudly… But he never stops, the sharp intake of breath becomes a drawn-out hiss. The clock stops. And the world goes silent. The slight ringing in my ears and my thumping heart are the only sounds remaining. I glance around and smile.

My eyes examine every detail of my surroundings. I need to make a mental note of the position of everything. Need to return everything to where it was before I start time again. Or at least close enough that people can think they imagined any slight differences.

I try to remain patient, pace myself. I’ve got plenty of time after all. But my heart is racing, my breathing heavy with anticipation. The excitement of being able to do anything I want is overwhelming. That girl over there. And that girl too. And Alyssa. Mine for as long as I want.

“I can’t take it. I’ve waited too long for this. Come here,” my voice echoes through the silent room full of people that can’t hear me as I reach forward and grab Alyssa’s ponytail, pulling her toward me. With time stopped, she moves a bit easier than she would normally. Her back arches over the desk connected to my seat. Holding her head in both hands, turning her face up and to the side, I lean forward and immediately maul her with my mouth, as if it’s the most natural thing in the world. As if I own her.

I taste her soft lips, coated in girly lipgloss that gives her a juicy look. My tongue driving straight into her mouth, swirling around and violating her. So this is what it’s like to make out with Alyssa! Her perfect, model-like features patiently allowing the treatment. Posture frozen exactly where I position her. Her piercing green eyes stare blankly, surrounded by sexy black makeup that comes to little winged points at the end to give her an edgy, striking appearance. Clearly against our Catholic school uniform policy, but she gets away with it. I kiss and lick all across her face. Her lightly tanned skin, a bit shiny with the perfect amount of sparkly makeup. The tiny spattering of cute little freckles on her cheeks. Damn, she even tastes good. The hottest girl in the class, just leaning back casually. Oblivious to what I’m doing to her.

My cock throbs painfully against my pants. I pull away from Alyssa’s sweet lips, panting. I shove her forward again, then lean down and look underneath my desk, right at her ass. God I’ve wanted to do this for so long! I reach out and grasp her butt from the opening in the back of her seat. Every fucking day, I have to be so damn careful not to bump her with my knees as I tentatively navigate into this little desk that isn’t quite big enough for a high school senior guy. I squeeze hard. It’s so soft! Even through her plaid skirt, I can feel her warmth, faintly make out the shape of her buttcheeks pressed down onto her seat.

I slip out of my desk, looking her up and down. Then glancing around the room, I hesitate for a moment, deciding what to do. The world is mine to enjoy. No one can see or hear me. I’m free to be as weird as I want!

I head to the front of the class, humming to myself, searching around Mr. L’s desk. The crotchety old bastard sits smugly waiting as his students struggle with his test. I find what I’m looking for and return to the back of the class. As I go, I keep looking around the room with a whole new perspective. Jennifer, Maria, maybe even Simone. I can have all of them! Ok, breathe, one at a time.

I return to Alyssa, heart beating out of my chest as I gaze down at the gorgeous girl. I kneel on the hard floor, “God I can’t believe I’m doing this!” I whisper under my breath. On my hands and knees, I crawl up under her desk, slowly delving into her. My hands feel her white knee-high socks as I open her legs and swivel her toward the aisle a bit to gain access. I get hunched down low on the floor, scooting in close. With no one around to judge me, I don’t even care how fucking pervy this is. There’s something about knowing no one’s watching. You stop being self-aware. You’re free to be strange and gross and uninhibited. I have a perfect sort of privacy, in this completely public classroom.

My hands slide up her tone legs, lifting her plaid skirt to reveal more and more of her thighs.