The year was 2001. It wasn't a space odyssey by any stretch of the imagination, but it was a pretty colorful point in my life. It was later in the year, during winter. I had always liked the cold air. It was fresh and invigorating, and it felt like the winds of change were blowing, as though bigger and better things were only a gust away.
I was just another 18-year-old in twelfth grade. Unsurprisingly, that also meant I had teenage hormones that raged constantly, and I was always giving in to them. Aside from any pictures or videos I could have found on the internet, there were scores of pretty girls I found quite appealing at school. The combination of the two caused me to fabricate an endless array of fantasies in my head.
I couldn't help but let my mind wander during school, day in and day out. There was never a shortage of nubile girls my age sitting mere feet away from me, with their lovely, warm bodies curved and filled out in all the right places. I would catch a whiff of their different perfumes and admire the attention to detail they spent grooming themselves. To put it simply, I was pretty damn horny a lot. I fantasized relentlessly about the opposite sex. The only problem was that they weren't interested in me.
I had the unfortunate designation of being a wild child throughout my childhood and into my teens, and I was indeed wild. I was also the complete opposite of the stereotypical female fantasy of a tall, dark stranger. I wasn't an honors student, and I wasn't the captain of the football team - I was just a regular, short-ish blond guy. And so, I fell back on my imagination and did such silly things in my spare time as daydreaming and writing stories about them, which was complete and utter silliness. I knew there was simply no possibility of ever getting lucky with any of the many objects of my desire.
But then, one early Monday morning, I woke up. It wasn't an amazing achievement; I'd done it many times before. However, that morning I noticed that I suddenly had a very odd superpower that had just come out of nowhere. It wasn't something that could be explained with some sort of long, complex, meaningful plot or a fantastic backstory - it just happened. That's all there was to it.
I didn't know I had this ability until that particular morning when I was walking towards the school bus with my backpack. It was a little chilly, but I opted not to wear a sweater since I lived in an apartment building close to the beach, and the air always carried the scent of the ocean breeze regardless of the time of day. The sun hadn't risen yet, and I always wondered why I had to wake up before the sun to get to school. I was convinced it was a form of torture.
As I pondered this critical question of the beauty of rest, an inattentive guy on a bicycle suddenly appeared out of nowhere and headed straight towards me. I gasped and panicked, throwing my hands up to protect myself and brace for impact, when everything went silent.
I slowly opened my eyes, relieved that I was unharmed. The bicyclist, however, was completely frozen in place, as though time had stopped. I looked around with wide eyes; the world was completely motionless. The tree leaves stopped rustling, cars on the early morning street were at a halt, and that annoying flickering street light had finally stopped flickering. Everything was just as still as the bicyclist. However, I was not.
I calmly stepped out of the way of the oncoming cyclist and began to walk around, looking curiously in all directions. I spotted a few people in the distance who were also frozen in mid-movement, and the tree limbs that were otherwise swaying were stuck in a bent position. But the most striking thing was the silence - it was utterly quiet. The only sounds I heard were the ones I was making. I couldn't help but say my first words in sheer confusion, "Okay... what?"
I curiously touched the frozen bicyclist's arm. He was as solid as concrete. It was stunning, and yet for some reason, it made perfect sense to me. "Did I do this?" I wondered aloud. "...How do I even turn it off?"
I slowly turned my gaze away from the cyclist and started walking towards my destination, pretending as though everything was completely normal, my mind wanting time to resume. And so, just then, it did. The sudden resumption of all sounds caused me to jump in surprise. I looked back at the cyclist, who just kept going. He had sped towards me because he hadn't even noticed me. I couldn't help but shake my head in disbelief.
While I continued my morning walk, I obsessed over how I had just frozen time. I combed over all sorts of wild theories in my mind, from radioactive superpowers to me being an alien or some kind of government experiment. I then imagined time being frozen again, and suddenly, it was.
My eyes widened in amazement. When I imagined time resuming again, it did. I continued to test it several times, turning time on and off like a light switch. It brought an amused grin to my face as everything moved in slow motion, like I was hitting 'pause' on a video game over and over again. I'd always been a quick learner, even if I hardly paid attention during my classes.
I reached my bus stop, where mostly everyone stood around like zombies, as was the norm. I never really cared about carrying on a conversation so early in the morning, and I was paid in kind by the other kids. But still, I couldn't help feeling on top of the world right then, standing there and waiting for the bus with a big grin on my face. I knew this incredible new power was going to be awesome.
On the bus to school, as the sun started to peek over the horizon, I continued to use my new power for my entertainment. I found myself excelling quickly as I got used to it. I soon had it down to simply doing it with a blink of my eyes. However, that would have forced me never to blink if I wanted things to always stay the same, so it was only when I thought about it while blinking that it happened.
I amused myself on the bus ride, playing games with my power. I stopped time just to read people's license plates as they drove by, or to see what people were doing in their cars. It was endless fun to watch people sing, eat, yell at their kids in the back, or talk on these newfangled things called cell phones that more and more people were starting to own.
However, when I froze time to look up at birds overhead, something strange happened. I had somehow made it so that the birds were the only things that froze. It sent me into a panic, and I quickly resumed time for them before anyone happened to notice.
My eyes shifted guiltily as I looked around the bus, and suddenly I came up with a new idea. I stopped time once again and slowly, cautiously stood up in my seat. The seat had become as hard as cement, just like the cyclist earlier. It wasn't saying much, though—the cheap plastic-covered seat was like granite even without the time stop. I pushed the head of the kid sitting next to me, finding it unable to budge even the slightest inch. I hummed thoughtfully before placing a foot on his head and striking a goofy pose atop him with my other foot on the seat. I laughed and grinned in amusement as I looked down at the frozen students, who were oblivious to what was going on. "Awesome," I quietly remarked before dropping down and calmly sitting on the hard seat, which became just slightly more cushioned again when time started. I couldn't help but happily smirk as all the noise around me resumed, feeling as though the possibilities with this power were becoming more and more diverse. We
Jennifer's spitefulness towards me wasn't without reason. I was known for being pretty outlandish and a troublemaker. Still, I had to do something while I was bored in class, and that 'something' always seemed to end up pestering Jennifer, if only to get a reaction out of her. Weirdly, I think she liked the attention I was giving her. The two of us shared a contentious dynamic, almost like a strange cat-and-mouse game we played as to how much she could endure before she lashed out at me in front of the entire class. She was so cute when she was mad. The chatter between students continued and only amplified once the bell to begin class rang. As Jennifer approached me, I playfully smirked at her. She merely rolled her eyes and walked past, taking her seat just behind mine. She was wearing a sweater, seemingly feeling colder than I was in the brisk, early winter air. Jennifer had been blessed with phenomenal beauty. Her fair skin and shiny, brunette hair were accentuated by her dark gre
As she muttered, "Turn around and leave me alone, you asshole," with anger in her voice, she returned to her work with a heavy sigh of frustration. I couldn't resist chuckling as her intense reactions were something that I found thrilling. Based on my knowledge of her, I understood that she was only a few more incidents away from completely losing her temper. I turned to a new page in my notebook and wrote a crude question: "What is the size of your breasts?" With a snicker, I folded the paper and tossed it in her direction while casually reaching behind me. Angrily, she huffed and slammed her pencil down on the table to draw attention. Surprisingly, she decided to read the note, but as soon as she finished, she crumpled it up and threw it towards the back of my head. I grinned with amusement and let her return to her assignment. Looking around the room again, I couldn't believe that she was still oblivious to what was happening, or rather, what wasn't happening. Despite my attempt
I chuckled at her response. "We could also play some classic board games like Tic-tac-toe or Connect Four," I said with a grin, trying to diffuse the tension. "But yeah, I won't lie, the idea did cross my mind." She responded with an arrogant smirk, not buying my attempt at humor. "Let's be real, that's probably the only reason you did this," she said mockingly. I stood up from the table and started to approach her. "And if it was?" I asked, raising an eyebrow. She remained still, averting her gaze from me and puckering her lips in irritation. "Why do you assume I have any interest in doing that? Especially with you?" Her inquisitive expression indicated that she was eager to see how I would react. "Well," I said playfully as I stood in front of her, "because I don't think you dislike me as much as you pretend to. I think you enjoy it when I tease you and touch your body." My words seemed to offend her slightly. "Ugh," she scoffed, a faint smirk tugging at the corner of her lips.
At that moment, fear consumed me as I couldn't fathom where this immense confidence came from. Jennifer was the first girl I had ever kissed and I was overjoyed. Despite being in disbelief that I was kissing such a beautiful girl, I remained composed and collected. I couldn't tell if I was doing well, but her gentle, pleased moans hinted that I was doing something right. Excitement and wonder flooded over me as I kissed her. Her lips felt incredibly soft, and I could taste the faint sweetness of her lip balm. The fragrance of her perfume filled my nostrils, and I was thrilled that she had completely captured all of my senses. Her body was warm and tender, and I found myself holding her tightly against me, relishing in her warmth. The stillness of our surroundings intensified the sound of our breaths and the wet sound of our lips meeting. Jennifer's hands rested on my shoulders as we kissed with a greater passion than before. I too responded with soft moans as I savored the warmth and
Without hesitation, I trailed my tongue up her neck, repeatedly reaching her chin, eliciting quiet yet approving guttural moans from her. We both became lost in a heady gaze as she whispered, "Oh, yeah..." With her wrists still pressed against the wall, I released my grip and eagerly grabbed the hem of her sweater, pulling it up and off her arms with her assistance. Without hesitation, I discarded the garments and briefly admired her newly exposed flesh before embracing her again and kissing her passionately. After a shallow and brief kiss, we were both panting heavily. I made my way down to Jennifer's neck, kissing and licking along the way. While doing so, I attempted to unhook the back clasp of her bra, but it was a new experience for me. At that moment, my arousal was at its peak, with my throbbing shaft straining against the fabric of my jeans, ready to burst through. After finally figuring out how to unhook Jennifer's bra, I attempted to remain composed as I removed it from h
After a brief moment, I found myself fully engulfed in Jennifer's warm and inviting embrace. I gazed into her captivating eyes and realized that I was truly inside of her. She eagerly pulled me closer, her hands gripping my lower back with an intensity that mirrored my own. The sensation of being inside her was indescribable and I couldn't believe this was really happening to me. Despite the pressure to perform well, especially as a first-timer, I took a deep breath and began to move in and out of her with a shaky but eager determination. Jennifer matched my every movement with enthusiasm, and soon we found ourselves establishing a comfortable and pleasurable rhythm. As waves of sensual pleasure coursed through my body, I tilted my head back and let out a primal groan, lost in the ecstasy of the moment. I never expected to feel such a profound connection with another person during sex. It wasn't just physical; it was emotional and spiritual. As I thrust into her pulsating heat, I foc
"Could we grab some paper towels or something?" she asked, approaching the teacher's desk and indicating towards the floor. I responded affirmatively, grateful for her quick thinking. She located a stack of paper towels meant for cleaning up spills during biology experiments, which seemed fitting for our current situation. As she attempted to pick up the time-frozen paper towels, I walked over to Jennifer and offered my help. She expressed her frustration with the situation and her eagerness to return to normal life. "This is so annoying," she complained. "I can't wait to be done with this nonsense." With a chuckle, I touched the stack of paper towels, causing them to become tangible once again. She was impressed by the trick and picked up a few of them to clean up the mess with her feet. As she started to speak, I walked over to her. "You know, you're really cute," she said. I responded with a grin, asking, "Is that so?" "Your appearance is just... disarming. You seem like a swee