Teachers Obsession

Maria Gonzalez was one of the school’s favorite English teachers. She had been at it for over 15 years now and was well-known in the community. After all, the Colombian brunette was one of the few teachers who would regularly attend her students' important sports matches or go to watch their theater plays. Aside from that, she had a great sense of humor and always looked to make her class as entertaining as possible, focusing on student conversation and trying to create a true team dynamic.

Because she had been at the school for so long, she got first pick of the classes she wanted to teach. She always found it most entertaining to be with the seniors, especially the AP classes. Those students always seemed relieved to find that taking a more difficult class actually meant less busywork, since they could actually have real conversations about the literature they were engaging with.

But there was one more thing that every student noticed, and all of the male students loved: Miss Gonzalez had one of the best asses around. She tried her best to keep it concealed with slacks, jeans, and the occasional dress, but there was no hiding the womanly figure and large curves of her posterior. It was truly impossible not to notice the way her jeans shaped her waist in a perfect hourglass figure. It might’ve bothered her at one point, but at a certain stage in her teaching career, Maria decided it wasn’t worth stressing over. Especially now, who would want to look at a 40-year-old woman’s backside with that much interest?

As it turns out, Hunter Norman, a senior at Richmond High School, was as obsessed as a guy could be with his teacher's ass. Every time she walked by, he had to hold his arm just so he wouldn’t give it a slap. Every night he would go home and jerk off, fantasizing about playing with it, slapping it, putting his cock between those Latin cheeks, and hearing her scream, “¡Ay, papi!”

In the classroom, though, he was a perfect angel, quick to answer questions, always reading the assigned books, and having fun when appropriate. This freakish nature of his was truly reserved only for the underside of his Overwatch bedsheets and the four walls of his bedroom.

But one day, things would be a little different.

“Let’s talk a little bit about Jay Gatsby,” the beautiful teacher said at the front of the room, dressed in a long floral skirt and a loose blouse. She paced between the desks, commanding the attention of the room.

One of the students, a beautiful girl from the soccer team named Armani, raised her hand. “To be honest, I didn’t really get the appeal of the character. He seems kind of obsessed.” Miss Gonzalez lived for moments like these, a chance to actually discuss the motivations of the characters.

In the back of the room, Hunter Norman thought of Jay Gatsby‘s motivations while his eyes never left his teacher's posterior.

“That’s the thing about Jay Gatsby,” Maria said with her slight Latin accent. “He is obsessed. But it is up to the reader to determine whether that obsession is a good thing or a bad thing.” She placed the book down and recited from memory, “So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.” Her light brown eyes glanced over the entire class. “Despite everything, he never lets go of his belief and his dream. Does this make him a fool, or is he a great character in a terrible world? Nick seems to think so.”

Before anyone could respond, the bell rang, ending the hypnotic trance she seemed to hold over the entire class. “Oh darn, always at the best moments. Class is dismissed.”

Hunter, always a bit of a kiss-up, approached her after class. “That was amazing, Miss Gonzalez.”

“Thank you, Hunter. Have a great day, okay?”

“You got it.”

The young, unattractive man made his way over to his beat-up Corolla parked on the other side of campus. It was a very hot day, so he was sweating profusely by the time he made it and was feeling quite dizzy. He was so focused on not ing out that when he reached his car and saw there wasn’t a single other vehicle in sight—and that the campus seemed completely abandoned, it came as quite a shock. He tightened his grip on his door handle and pulled, but nothing happened. Not even a sound.

Suddenly, one of the clouds overhead opened up like a doorway, and out stepped a man with a script. “Are you Hunter?”

Despite the bizarre circumstances, Hunter felt remarkably calm. “Yes, sir, I am.”

“Kid, my name is Dwayne. I’m one of the scriptwriters for your universe.” Dwayne was wearing baggy cargo pants and a tank top, and he was balding. “Sorry to interrupt the flow of everything. I know people hate a commercial break, but honestly, what you've got going on is pretty boring, so we wanted to offer you an opportunity to spice things up a little. The word on everyone’s mind right now is obsession.” He put his hands up and spelled it out with his fingers, making the letters appear in the sky like clouds. “I think it’s because of the movie, but seriously, everyone wants to see something about it. So, we are giving you that opportunity with your crush.” He stopped to look at the script. “Miss Maria Gonzalez. Her parents were real creative with that name, huh?” He laughed.

Hunter wasn’t quite sure what to say. “What do you mean?”

“Well, kid, you get a chance to make her obsessed with something. It’s up to you what that something is, but there are stipulations. It’s gotta be a slow burn. If you wish for her to be obsessed with finger painting, tomorrow she might buy a canvas, and a week from now she might be dipping her fingers in paint. But don’t expect her to show up tomorrow and give up her job so she can dedicate her life to the damn thing.”

“But it can be anything I want?”

“Yeah. If you want her to be obsessed with you because you didn’t learn your lesson from the movie, then do it. If you want her to be obsessed with eating cake, then go for it. The world is your oyster, kid. But you only get one shot. Maybe I’ll come check in on you from time to time and give you some friendly advice, but for the most part, it’s all on you. Whether you fuck your life up or make it tremendously better doesn’t matter to me. I’m just here for the entertainment factor. That’s how I get paid.” His gaze went all over Hunter. “I’ll give you a couple of months to think about it.” The scriptwriter turned around and started his ascent.

“Wait!” Though, Hunter couldn’t see it. Dwayne was smiling devilishly. In all of his years of doing this, no human had ever acted any differently than predicted. That was the great joke of free will: it is free and people cage it up anyways. He curled his hands and slid down the black ladder back onto the hot asphalt, though it had no temperature at the moment.

“What is it?”