Chapter 12 - Breakup
Note: All characters in this story involved in sexual situations are 18 years of age or older
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I narrowed my eyes in confusion, realizing that Ms. Adanna was as frozen in time as anything else around me. I didn't want for that to happen and so I was very confused – and a little scared. I began to worry that perhaps my powers were short-circuiting again somehow.
I reached for the doorknob — it was impossible to move.
"What the hell?" I wondered aloud, trying to will the doorknob to life but it simply would not budge. "Ms. Adanna?" I called out, realizing that she was not budging either. Suddenly, I heard a noise down the end of the hallway. It was enough to send terror down my spine as I panicked that someone had seen me completely naked in school. It was like a nightmare come true.
I snapped my head in the direction of the sound, my eyes bulging as I spotted a person at the end of the hall. But it wasn't any student, teacher or faculty member. It was a tall figure clad in black — the very same person I saw through the window of the class door earlier. And the sound ... the sound was that same whispering I heard before. Suddenly I became a lot less nervous, and a lot more curious.
I began to walk toward it, wondering just what in the time-stopped hell was going on here. As I advanced, the figure calmly made a retreat around the corner.
"Hey!" I called out. "Stop!" My demands were ignored.
I quickly ran toward the end of the hall. The whispering became louder and louder, until it overtook my senses. Then, when I turned the corner, the noise instantly stopped. Nobody was there. I stood there for a moment and looked around, stunned and confused. But quickly, I became annoyed. Someone or something was playing me. While I had no idea what kind of entity I was dealing with, I still had the overwhelming urge to knock them senseless.
I took a deep breath and sighed heavily. Everything felt back to normal. Well, as normal as standing in the midst of a completely time-frozen world could be. I made my way into the bathroom, taking the opportunity to clean myself off a bit with flowing water before grabbing a large handful of paper towels from the dispenser.
I made my way back out of the bathroom, taking one last look around the hallway. There was no one in sight. I sighed once more and headed back to class.
As I peered in through the window, I saw Ms. Adanna starting to put her clothes back on. It was a sight that brought a smile to my face. Not just because of how hot it was, but also to know that everything was back as it should be. I opened the door, greeted by the grinning face of my teacher.
"I bet that felt liberating to streak down the hallway with no repercussions," she said.
"Yeah," I idly replied as I watched the door close behind me, "something like that." I then handed her the stack of paper towels.
"Thank you," she said before she placed them on her desk to replenish the ones she'd used.
I then picked up my own clothes, completely ignoring the fact that dozens of eyes were on me as I began to dress myself.
"So, now what happens?" she asked as she gently straightened out the bun in her hair.
"You and I take our places we were in when I stopped time," I explained, standing before her. "I start time again, everything's back to normal."
She was surprised by the explanation. "That sounds incredibly simple," she said before smirking suggestively. "You've certainly done this before, haven't you?"
I playfully shrugged my head from side to side. "Maybe," I replied, getting a chuckle out of her. The two of us shared a quick kiss before she turned around to face the board, marker in hand.
Oh, that sight from behind. I couldn't help but get in one more lecherous grab of her wonderful butt through her dress. She playfully laughed before the two of us shared one last kiss.
"Come on," she said as she gently shooed me away. "Back to your seat now, Anthony,"
"Yes, Ms. Adanna," I replied, taking my seat like the very loyal student that I was. "You'll need to erase the last couple sentences, by the way."
"Oh, right," she remarked, laughing as she quickly grabbed the eraser and cleared them off. "Wouldn't want the students to think I'm Superwoman."
"You are to me," I said.
She grinned warmly to me, an expression I happily mirrored. Then, she pressed the tip of the marker to the board. I blinked and suddenly, the ambient noise of class came back to life. Like a gunshot at the start of a race, Ms. Adanna took that as her cue to resume teaching. No one was any the wiser.
Despite the fact that I'd just satisfied and lived out my sexual fantasies with Ms. Adanna, that didn't stop me from going right back to dreamily fawning over her. She'd always turned me on in ways I couldn't believe. But our time together was definitely special. That day, Ms. Adanna taught me a lot more than just Spanish. She proved to me that she was the single most amazing teacher I'd ever had.
The rest of class was the more subdued climax of a dream come true. The bell rang to signify the end—a bittersweet finale. As the rest of the students began to file out the door, I walked up to Ms. Adanna to give her an up-close goodbye.
"See you tomorrow," I quietly said.
"I'm looking forward to it, Anthony," she softly replied with a lovely smile. She certainly knew how to make me feel like a million bucks as I grinned and turned to leave class. It was off to my final, 'even day' class: English.
I spent almost the entirety of class trying to stop myself from humming after how happy I was. Okay, so I got a
little
humming in. Nobody seemed to notice anyway. The teacher was pretty laid back, as per usual, as we continued to read and take notes from our newest novel.
English was always enjoyable. I felt it pleasant to be able to open my vocabulary. Therein, for our home assignment our professor instructed that I was to pen an eloquent dissertation of my starkly insipid life aspirations. Well, I wasn't actually going to be
that
droll. Nor did I want to sound
that
smart. Keeping things simple was how I enjoyed life. I mean, what am I – obtuse?
At the end of the school day, I was sliding down the banister of the stairwell. I felt as free-spirited and open as the wind while making my way outside and to the bus. There, I happily sprawled out on my usual seat with a content sigh and not a care in the world. The rest of my fellow passengers also climbed aboard and the bus began to roll away.
Once at my destination, I kicked myself up into a sitting position, grabbed my backpack and headed out. As usual, Sofia's smiling face greeted me when I departed the bus's yellow construct.
"Fancy meeting you here," I playfully said. "You come here often?"
She giggled. "You're funny," she replied as the two of us crossed the street together. "So, do anything interesting today?"
"I guess you could say that," I replied, grinning at her. She smiled happily, turning her attention forward.
"I don't know what it is," she remarked, "but you're seeming more and more like a guy who's a lot of fun."
"That's because I am," I said, posing and flexing for her as we kept on walking. She broke out into a laughter, shaking her head and grinning so wide to make her nose crinkle.
"I really want–" she went to go say something, when suddenly her eyes widened like she remembered something. "Uhm, never mind." She then went awkwardly quiet on the rest of the walk home.
I thought that was a little strange, but once again, I decided not to press the issue. I chivalrously led the way for her until we came to a stop waiting for the elevator to arrive. I looked at her through the mirrored walls beside the elevator. She was turned away, seeming so much more distracted than usual.
"Are ... you okay?" I asked in concern.
My question seemed to legitimately take her by surprise. "Oh! Yeah, of course." She gave me a reassuring smile and then, the elevator arrived. We waited for a small group of people to get off before the two of us got in together.
I went to press for both of our floors, but her hand quickly came up, almost to stop me. I figured she just wanted to press the fancy, light-up button herself, but then she quickly pulled back and nervously grinned.
"Sorry," she quietly said.
"It's cool," I nonchalantly replied and pressed for our respective floors. The doors then slid closed. I could not get over how unusually nervous she looked. Maybe she was dreading an upcoming test or maybe something happened in her family she didn't want to talk about. A hundred explanations bouncing in my head later, the doors opened for my floor.
"See you tomorrow, Sofia," I casually said as I departed from her company.
"Yeah, bye," she replied with a gentle finger wave. I smiled and just barely caught her out of the corner of my eye drifting to the side in such a way to watch me as the doors closed. Then, I could've sworn I heard a loud, frustrated sigh from her as the elevator brought her up to the next floor.
Again, she was acting
quite
strange.
That night, after I was done with my homework, I found myself innocently scribbling a small drawing on a blank sheet of paper. I was absolutely crappy as an artist, but that didn't stop me from sketching an image of Ms. Adanna. She'd captivated me so powerfully after the two of us became lovers. Everything about it was more than I could've ever asked for. A slow grin spread across my lips as I started drawing very large, exaggerated breasts upon her chest. I then shook my head and laughed before crumpling it up and tossing it in the trash.
Afterward, I decided to hang out online for a little while. To my surprise, a chat between some of my friends in a chatroom started to drift into their past and present hot teachers. Ohh, the temptation was so very, very high to say something of my intercourse with Ms. Adanna. I wanted to brag about it
so
badly; leave them jealous and awe-struck. Instead, I decided to chime in with my two cents about my proportionate teacher and how she was hotter than any of them could have imagined. Amusingly, I was met with pretty negative replies from the nay-saying peanut gallery. I shook my head and laughed, allowing the topic to die out on its own.
Once I was done and turned off my computer, I took a moment to look out the window. I wondered what Ms. Adanna was doing and hoped she wasn't too bogged down with grading our work to miss out on a good night's rest. As for me, I slipped under the covers and prepared to do the same.
The next morning, I woke up feeling energized. Strangely, the first thing that came to mind was Sofia. I had no idea why that was, but I decided to keep her in my head anyway. I got myself out of bed, got dressed, and headed out the door for another day of school. It was another cool, partly-cloudy morning—absolutely perfect weather for me.
When I got to the bus stop, I spotted Sofia talking to one of her friends. I walked up to them with a smile.
"Hey, Sofia," I greeted her with a smile.
"Good morning, Anthony," she said, smiling back at me. I turned to her friend who just sort of casually waved at me and I waved back.
"How are you feeling?" I asked Sofia.
"A little tired, but good," she replied. "Hey, do, uh–" Again, she had a look in her eyes like something was forbidden from coming out of her mouth. As a result, it left her looking a little forlorn. "Uh, I mean, never mind. Sorry, my brain's a little out of it this morning."
"Oh, ... okay," I said with some confusion. "Well, we can talk later today when your brain's a little more awake."
