A potentially dodgy experiment

You look around at your classmates, mostly girls your age, fresh-faced, more or less well-put together, and vastly outnumbering the guys. You’re tempted to undress each of them in turn. You’d like to see their bodies, see what they’ve got, maybe feel them, fondle them. Use them, the sight of them, the real touch of their flesh, to get you off. However, you realize, as you turn around full circle, that more tempting is to go through with what you started to do with Miss Carolina Dahl. You’ve put her through enough already (or have you? We’re talking one unclasped bra and a little strategically placed moisture), you may as well... disambiguate.

You wander if there’s a way to bring people, into the frozen time realm, if there’s a way to “awaken” one person, without affecting the rest. You were able to interact with the physical object that was her body and leave lasting effects. You were able to interact with her in the time that you experience when all else is frozen. Can you interact with personalities?

You mentally snap your fingers, forming the intent to bring Miss Dahl out of the frozen time into yours.

It fails.

Surprising, but you’re not convinced to give up yet. You walk over to your teacher and put a hand on her arm. You squeeze it. You want to stimulate her, provoke a reaction. You give her a light shove and she almost topples, deprived of any instincts to keep her from falling like a domino.

Finally you happen to tap her shoulder, call out her name, and have a clear idea of what you want for her all at once, and she responds.

“—And uh, weh...Mis - ter Smith! What....?

The sound of her panicked slur is what makes you suddenly remember that you are dealing with a person, who has feelings and thoughts and such. Before you even know it yourself, as a knee-jerk reaction, you freeze her again, cutting her off.

That was close. She needs coaxing. It wasn’t enough to artificially wet her, and maybe slightly arouse her as you did (for all you know it was all for naught in the arousal department given the obvious discomfort). She needs to be in such a state that she no longer cares...

You come closer and gently **** her knees to bend, her legs to buckle, and bring her to the floor, sitting her up against the wall beneath the chalk-board. With only the vaguest outline of a plan, you set about stripping her; first the white top, bra, then shoes, socks, jeans and panties. It is here that you begin to feel the full **** of your feelings toward this woman. Plain lust builds inside as you take in the sight of her body, with its modest but cleanly defined features. She has fairly average breasts without being flat-chested; she carries a little excess fat, but also shows signs of athletic affinities in the shape of her shoulders, and the tone in her legs. She is trimmed down below, and the flower between her thighs sports a mighty offering of flesh for worship. All of this only serves to bloat your other order of sentiment toward this person: she has the will and the courage to face life in a country foreign to her, speaking a new and difficult language, teaching a nebulous, already counter-intuitive subject that relies on mastery of rather advanced math (and apparently often encourages somewhat liberal interpretation of results) to people who may or may not decide to commit to it and stay to reap the benefits. All the while nursing her own physical form, keeping it from excesses and the strain of stress. This is an admirable individual. A strong **** to behold. You are honored to have her the first in your human experimentation. It is only a pity that she should have chosen to teach such an obscure and ideologically contaminated subject as economics.

She is naked at present, naked and ready. You remove what clothing remains on you, joining her in this state. You suddenly remember that you are not alone, and before you can think rationally you whirl around to look at the class from where you are in front of the chalk board, afraid they might be seeing and gawking at you. In fact, given they were frozen while looking in that direction, it takes you several seconds, in spite of yourself, to realize that they are utterly oblivious to what is happening before them.

You're not sure how you feel about this. You already know it's possible to bring conscious people into the frozen time realm. It must be possible to do this accidentally, given it all seems to depend on a set of nebulous cues inside your own mind. It is therefore somewhat likely that you might either accidentally restart time for all or bring in the rest of the class while doing your business with Carolina. You don't know if you can stomach that.

Plus, it would help, when (and if) you bring Carolina in, if you were both in a completely foreign place (comparatively) to where you were in normal time, if you wanted to kid her into believing she had dreamed somehow, and to not pursue you afterwards, for whatever reason. Or at least not pursue you with a mind to vengeance or something.

In spite of your reasoning you still feel a pull in both directions, and decide to trust your gut instinct.