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
010She swiftly retrieved a hairbrush from her backpack and spent a moment smoothing out her hair. After returning the brush to her bag, she picked up her pencil from the table and readjusted herself in her seat. When she glanced at the clock, she realized that time had stood still and waited patiently for me to be ready. As I turned back to look at her, she met my gaze with a smile and said, "Take your time." I grinned at Jennifer's playful banter and returned my attention to my own work. As I began to scribble notes on my paper, the sound of pencils scratching against paper filled the room. It was a familiar sound, one that I had grown accustomed to over the years. Jennifer found it amusing and let out a chuckle, but her moment of levity was quickly silenced by a nearby student who shushed her. Jennifer didn't take kindly to being shushed and retorted with a sassy comeback. Despite the mundane task at hand, I couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment as I concentrated on my w
"Are you feeling okay, Anthony?" Nora curiously asked. "You seem... different."I was taken aback, although pleasantly so. "Different in a bad way?""No," she replied, showing some intrigue, "it's interesting."That's when the fifth and final member of our group, Brandon, spoke up. "Anthony's just becoming a brother like us," he said, referencing the fact that the other three boys in our group were black whereas Nora and I were not."Oh, shut up," she replied, reaching behind Frank to playfully shove his arm."Next thing you know," Brandon went on, "boy's gonna be six-foot-two, two-twenty-five and ripped from head to toe." We all shared a laugh."I'll believe that when I see it," Frank remarked."Same," Nora added with a grin as she looked over at me. I couldn't help but get the sense that she was getting into me. That or she was just messing with me like she usually did.Then, Josh looked down at his wristwatch. "Looks like lunch is over in a couple of minutes.""Aw, damn," Brandon r
As the bus carried us home, I idly watched the sights go by with a content smile on my face. I gazed up at some birds going by and resumed my little game I'd played earlier that morning by freezing them and un-freezing them continuously. But then I wondered what would happen if I'd just kept those birds frozen in the air forever. What would people think? Would the police come to investigate? Then the government shows up to analyze it?Luckily enough, I wasn't a reckless guy like that. I was always thinking a step ahead, weighing the consequences of my actions before I followed through with anything. I wasn't going to do something stupid like freeze a guy walking down the street and keep him that way forever. What would that accomplish for me? Wow, a funny joke? All it would do is put people into a panic. Word gets out; suddenly it's on the news all across the country, all across the world. And then, when I try to freeze time for myself and anyone else ever again, it's only going to ma
When I finally awoke with a weak groan, the first place my sleepy eyes went to was over at the table clock. I was about a half-hour early from when I usually got up, so I figured I might as well start my day and get ready for school while I had plenty of time to spare.Time? Shit—I could've just frozen time, walked across the country and back, and still have a half-hour to get ready for school. That, however, would've taken me years to complete and was probably the stupidest idea I could've ever had anyway. On top of that, the previous night's stroll made me realize it was more fun to be in the real, living world than alone in a stilled land of silence. I wanted to be more responsible with my power and keep its use to a minimum.Responsible, great, I was already becoming an adult thanks to this power.I headed on down the city sidewalk and made my way to the bus—my usual trek at its usual time. I contently breathed in the cool, morning air carrying the taste of sea breeze and sighed h
We spent most of the rest of class just copying down text from the textbooks—my absolute most hated thing to do. I could never fathom why just reading from, or studying the text wasn't good enough. Nevertheless, my high spirits persisted throughout and I charged ahead with hand-copying the pages we were instructed to onto my notebook.Afterward, the teacher was feeling merciful for once so she allowed us to spend the last ten minutes of class chilling out. I decided to make the most out of that time by once again listlessly gazing out the window. While I was thoroughly enjoying myself, however, I felt a quick tap on my shoulder. I uttered a curious hum and turned around to see who had poked me.It was Tamara. One seat back in the adjacent aisle of desks, she was one of the girls I was actually on friendly terms with. Usually, the black girls in school wouldn't even give me the time of day but Tamara was different—and she was super cute to boot."Hey, Anthony," she greeted me with a ti