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 finally reached our destination, which was, of course, school. I decided to be sneaky and freeze time just after we stopped. I grabbed my backpack, hopped over to my seating partner, and walked to the front of the bus, where I resumed time around the bus door. I opened it myself and walked off the bus, closing it behind me.
I wasn't concerned with anyone on the bus realizing I had vanished into thin air. I knew everyone would be too preoccupied or half-asleep to even notice. I then slung my backpack over my shoulders and headed into the motionless world and onto the school grounds.
In just the first morning, I was already starting to master this unreal ability, which seemed only bound by my imagination. I looked around in awe of the quiet and stillness all around me. It went completely against the norm of the early morning school rush: loud, bustling, and frenzied.
I found a large group of students and walked into the midst of them before resuming time. Suddenly, I was within the hustle and bustle of the morning droves and fell into the rhythm of my usual morning routine.
I headed for the cafeteria, got my usual breakfast there, and sat down in my usual seating place, lost in my own little world. Having some quiet time away from the insanity of high school was a saving grace for me. That damn bus was always late getting to school, so I decided to take the initiative to use my new power to my advantage and stop time while I ate. There weren't many kids around, and certainly, none of them would have noticed how fast I ate.
Amidst the incredible silence, I was able to take my time to finish my food with plenty of time before the bell rang. I resumed my pace and got to my feet, tossing my disposable tray in the trash before heading outside. I had some extra time to kill, so I went to chat with my usual group of friends for a bit. They were surprised to see me swing by so early and couldn't help but take a jab at me, considering how late I usually was with finishing my breakfast. I couldn't help but smirk slyly as I let them poke fun at me.
Not long after, the bell to start school rang. My friends and I went our separate ways as I joined the throng of students that began to file into the buildings for their first-period class. The sounds of shuffling feet and conversations were unrelenting. I was always so bothered by how crowded the halls were and, being shorter than some, it was tough for me to see ahead beyond whoever was in front of me. It was also especially underwhelming to be downwind from some of the larger, smellier guys that seemed to be allergic to soap.
It was an 'odd day,' which meant that I was going to my first, third, and fifth periods for double the regular amount of class time. After making it out of the confining hallways, I was uncharacteristically happy to finally make it to my first class: World History.
The class was expectedly quite dull. We did more of the same work and more of the same reading from our textbooks—I wasn't too interested in it. I was a bit tired as well. I'd stayed up late on the computer, which was the norm for me. So, with the help of my useful new powers, I took myself a little time-stopped nap. The lack of noise helped me doze off as well. I was impressed with myself to be able to control my power even though I was asleep.
With a power nap out of the way, I was able to make it through the rest of the class with a decent amount of interest. I carried myself through my work but not without thinking often about my newfound ability. I decided to amuse myself at points by blinking time on and off to watch the rest of the class move in slow motion.
At one point, the teacher got up to go help a student with a question she had. I froze time once he left his desk and headed for it. I took a brief look around the desk before touching the crowd of pens in their little holder. I pulled my hand back in surprise when they suddenly became mobile again. It was then that I realized it was possible for me to will specific things to become as mobile as I was in this crazy, time-stopped world. It seemed like what I did with those birds, only reversed.
I snickered as I quickly placed all of his pens into the desk drawer. I then went back to my seat, resumed time, and kept an eye on him until he went back to his desk. He sat down and blindly reached for a pen, only to realize there were none. The stunned look on his face was priceless.
Pretty soon the bell rang, ending class. It was time to move on to my favorite class: Biology. I say it was my favorite not because of the class itself–which was unmercifully boring–but because of the gorgeous student body that made up the class.
I managed to get out into the hallway before it got flooded with a tsunami of teenagers. Up the stairs and down the hall I went for my next classroom. I took my seat which was near the back of the room while the others in my class began to file in and talk amongst each other. I sighed and gazed adoringly at the slew of wonderfully pretty girls I had for classmates.
One by one, more of my classmates trickled in. Amongst those that I heavily admired, was one lovely girl who made a gloriously late-as-usual entrance just before the bell rang. Her name was Jennifer. And though each one of the girls in the class didn't necessarily know me very well, Jennifer was the one who really couldn't stand me.
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
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