~~~Authors note: A special thanks to wof2 for the inspiration that led me to write this chapter. Leave a comment letting me know what you think our horny time-stopper should do next.~~~
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You are sitting in on a history class. Something about Napoleon you think. You followed that freckled girl here. Who takes both a geology class and a history of Napoleon class in the same semester? Freshman... She probably doesn't even have a major or anything. You scoff. The red head is sitting three rows in front of you. It's as close as you could get while being invisible. The class is relatively full.
The teacher is some blonde broad. She's actually pretty sexy in a dominating kind of way. She's probably in her early 30s. She has a polished look. Her long blonde hair is tied up in a tight bun. Her thin wire frame glasses hang poignantly on her nose. She is wearing a tight fitting business suit. "A little formal for a lecture hall of 500 freshman don't you think?" You ponder to yourself.
"What did you say?" a girl three seats down says to a dude sitting two seats down from you. He looks up confused.
"uhh... nothing?" the frat-looking dude says with an annoyed look. Hmm. You probably shouldn't have said that out loud. Good thing meat-head over there didn't hear you.
The business suit is clean cut and very formal. It's the suit of someone with an anal personality. Hmm. Anal personality... A smile creeps onto your face. Good thing the bottom half of that business suit is a skirt.
You pause time and stand up, slowly walking down the rows towards the front of the room. You just need to find something first... come on... You start walking through rows looking in girls bags. One of them has to have it... Hmm... you wonder... You walk over to the freckled girl. No way.
She's wearing a skirt is well, and she's sitting a bit... oddly. Her legs are spread a bit and she is sitting on her arm so her hand goes under her ass. Her cheeks are flushed slightly red. You peek down, looking up her skirt. She has no underwear on, and there is a slim dildo pushed into her pussy. Her hand she is sitting on is frozen in the moment of pushing the dido in in another thrust. Freckles is a freak! Wow. Alright. Two birds with one stone today.
You carefully reach up the skirt and grab onto the dildo, removing it from her hand and sliding it out of her pussy. It glistens with her sex. All lubed up and ready for a new hole. You want to watch this first though. You step back into the isle and stand where you have a good view of freckles, then unpause time.
She flinches a bit then shock covered her face, followed by a scarlet red tone. She slowly sits up then bends down, looking around. She moves her backpack, and runs her hand around on the floor. Poor girl thinks she dropped it! You barely manage to pause time again before breaking out laughing. Alright. That was good. Now for part two.
Ms. Meiosa (that's the stuck up teacher's name apparently) is frozen mid-sentence, with one arm outstretched to point with a laser pointer at a slide. You step up onto the stage, and give a cheeky little bow to the frozen classroom as you walk up to Ms. Meiosa. Let's see how this impacts her cold demeanor.
