Timestop – Day 3

This story is about a guy who has the ability to stop time. If you don’t like the concept, don’t read it.

I suggest you read prior parts before reading this. For those of you that read and enjoy this, I’m not sure where the story is going. If you have ideas about where the story should go or things that should happen, send me a message (I read comments, but I don’t take them too seriously, I find PMs to be a better form of communication).

Day 3 – Friday

Warren was fucking Ms. Burkhart. It was in her empty classroom, her hands were on the board, he was thrusting into her from behind, both were moaning in pleasure.

Then it all disappeared as Warren’s alarm went off. Warren slammed his fist into the side of his bed, pissed that his dream had been cut off mid-fuck. But only a moment after that, Warren smiled, thinking about how he could make that dream actually happen in a couple hours.

Still smiling, he sat up, turned off his alarm and headed for the shower. He was just walking into the bathroom when his sister leaned out of her room and started to yell at him.

“Don’t jerk–”

Julie cut herself off as Warren turned to look at her. He watched as she flushed a dark red. She was only there for a moment though, as she quickly turned back into her room, yelling behind her, “Just hurry up!”

Warren stood in the doorway of the bathroom for a bit smiling. He wasn’t positive what had just gone through his sister’s mind to cut her off, but he was pretty sure it had something to do with the ‘dream’ he had given her the night before. He had only intended the dream as revenge, but if it had the effect of getting her unable to look at him, he wasn’t going to complain.

Getting into the shower, Warren’s hand out of habit went straight to his hard dick. He stroked it a few times, remembering his dream about Ms. Burkhart. However, as he started remembering his dream, he also remembered he could actually make this a reality. He decided to hold off on jerking off for the day, instead saving up for when he saw Ms. Burkhart.

Though he didn’t rush through the rest of his shower, Warren still finished much earlier than he usually did. In fact, it was the first time in ages he could remember walking out of the bathroom without having his sister outside waiting to come in. He wondered is his shower really was that much quicker, or if his sister just didn’t want to see him, but he didn’t wait around to find out.

After getting dressed, Warren went down to the kitchen. His mom was sitting at the edge of the kitchen table just finishing her breakfast. She gave him her normal smile as she walked in the room. Apparently she had gotten over whatever she thought happened the night before.

“How are you this morning, Warren?”

“Fine,” he responded simply enough. He gave her a brief smile, but kept walking by to grab a bowl of cereal.

“You work everything out with your sister last night?”

Warren couldn’t help but laugh, but he tried to cut it off responding, “Yeah, we figured it out.”

Apparently his mom took the laugh as a good sign. “You see, your sister’s not that bad of a person.”

Warren had turned towards her just as she said this, and he cringed in anger at the thought, and felt a sharp pain in his forehead. Things didn’t get figured out because of Julie, she hadn’t helped out in anyway. In fact, she was the one that had caused the problem in the first place by complaining about Warren’s friends.

Warren looked up to see his mother, finished eating, staring at him, not moving. Angry at her for again defending his sister, he decided to shut her up the same we he had the night before. He quickly stripped off his clothes, hid them behind the counter, and restarted time, then quickly stopped it again. He then put his clothes back on and started time up again.

“I don’t know, she seems to go out of her way to cause trouble for me,” he said, responding to the statement his mom made before he froze time.

He watched as his mom stared at him for a couple moments, her eyes again going wide as she quickly looked up and down his now clothed body. In a voice that was barely there, she replied, “Maybe you’re right.”

She sat in the chair for several seconds just looking at Warren. Then she suddenly jerked her head away. Getting up from her seat, she said, “I’ve got to get to work early today, do you mind doing my dishes for me?”

Warren chuckled to himself as he replied, “Yeah, no problem mom.”

His mother simply said, “Thanks,” and left the room. He heard the door open and close soon after. Warren then enjoyed his breakfast, knowing now he could shut his mother up whenever he wanted simply by making her think she was envisioning her son naked.

Getting on the bus later that morning, a leg darted out into the aisle to trip Warren. Having thought this out waiting for the bus, Warren purposefully tripped over the leg, freezing time as he did so. After freezing time, he backed up a bit, and then kicked the leg in the aisle as hard as he could. The leg actually got pushed back quite a bit, and Warren had to pull it back to where it had been, then he got back in the position to trip over it. Then he started up time again.

“Fucking shit!” The leg shot back into the seat as the guy that had stuck it out pulled it into his body and rubbed it. At the same time, Warren fell forward a couple steps as if he had tripped but caught his footing.

“Hey, watch the language!” The guy in the seat ignored the bus driver, rubbing his leg, his face clearly in pain.

Warren walked back to the guy. “Sorry,” he began sincerely, “I didn’t see your leg there.” He stood there for a second looking at the guy whose leg he had just kicked. It was a rather large eleventh grader. He was probably about six foot two and also big due to a combination of fat and muscle. And yet here he was in pain rubbing his leg because of Warren, who tried to keep his laughter in his head.

The guy just glared back at Warren, who turned around, smiling, and went looking for a seat. Finding none empty, he again sat down next to Margaret.

Margaret turned to him, and in her lispy voice whispered, “Don’t feel bad, that guy tries to trip me every morning too.”

Normally, Warren didn’t respond to Margaret, as he didn’t really care for her, he just liked having somewhere to sit. But being in a good mood, he responded, “Yeah, well, I got him pretty hard today, we’ll see if he sticks his leg out again.”

Through her dental gear, Margaret gave him a smile that was a cross between happiness and surprise. “You mean you did that on purpose?”

A look of confusion went over Warren’s face as he responded, “Yeah.” The confusion was because as Margaret had turned to him, in her excitement, she had pulled the books on her lap into her. But it actually looked like she pulled them unnaturally deep into her stomach.

Seeing, and misinterpreting, the look on Warren’s face, Margaret frowned a bit and turned her body back to face the seat, turning her head to look out the window. While looking away, Margaret replied, “That’s so cool.”

Warren continued looking at Margaret for a bit, then turned to sit normally. His mind kept replaying Margaret pulling her books seemingly into her stomach.

After a couple minutes, he couldn’t take it anymore and simply stopped time.

Warren stood up and looked over towards Margaret. But the view out the window caught his eye. The bus had probably been going at least 55 mph when he had stopped time, and being on a highway, there were several other cars that were probably going even faster. Only now they were all stopped. There was a car just a little behind him out his window that looked like it was parked on the highway, but the driver still looked like he was driving, as he obviously just had been.

Interested, Warren walked to the back of the bus and looked out. As far as he could see on the highway, there were cars, simply stopped on the highway. It didn’t look like a traffic jam, as the cars weren’t as close as they would be in that situation. It simply looked like a bunch of cars had parked on the road.

“Cool,” Warren said aloud, enjoying the view. But after wandering around and looking out some more windows, Warren went back to his seat to return to the original reason he had stopped time.

Looking at Margaret, he picked up her books on her lap and placed them where he had been sitting. He then took a long hard look at Margaret’s body. She was wearing her usual white button-down shirt and plaid skirt. As usual, he could see the outline of her bra through her shirt, with her boobs seemingly overflowing her cups. Below her chest, her shirt pulled in an inch or two and went down to her lap. He had always assumed that her shirt and been pretty much pressed against her stomach, just a little loose, which made her look overweight. But when he had seen her shirt bend in as she had pulled her books into her, the first time he had ever seen her do that, they pulled her shirt in much farther.

Warren reached his hand out and pressed a couple fingers into Margaret’s stomach. Sure enough, his fingers sunk in about three inches past where her shirt hung before actually touching her stomach. As he did this, Warren mumbled to himself, “What the fuck?”

His curiosity getting the better of him, Warren unbuttoned Margaret’s entire shirt and pulled the sides apart. “Holy shit,” he exclaimed, as he pulled her shirt open.

Margaret was not overweight. She had a wide frame, that was definitely true. But her stomach was almost flat. He could even make out the bottom of her ribcage beneath her bra.

What shocked Warren the most about the girl’s stomach though, was that with it being so flat it made her chest look even larger. Her chest extended at least four inches out from the rest of her body, and that was with a bra that was obviously too small as her boobs were indeed overflowing the top of her very generic-looking white bra. Unable to resist, he put his hands over her boobs, quickly discovering that each boob was well more than a handful.

Once again, Warren’s curiosity drove him further. Carefully, he pulled Margaret’s body forward so he could reach behind her. Pulling her shirt out so he could look down inside of it, he tried to find the tag on Margaret’s bra. After some effort, he found it, but couldn’t read it from where he was. So he tried to unhook her bra. This took some time, as it was the first bra he had ever unhooked. Even with Sandy the day before, he had just pulled her bra up, not unhooked it.

After a lot of effort, he finally got it. He pulled the side with the tag up her back. 40DD! 40DD and it still wasn’t big enough for her! Carefully, Warren pushed Margaret’s upper body back against the bus seat and pulled the front of her bra up over her chest.

Then he just stared.

Margaret’s face may have not been much too look at – her big frizzy blond hair unable to hide her big ears, the freckles covering her face unable to hide her crooked nose, and oversized braces or some other kind of dental gear Warren didn’t know about that covered the insides of the girl’s mouth.

But going down her body, it got a lot better. Her freckles went down her neck, faded over her shoulders, and finally disappeared down the top of her enormous boobs. Her boobs were still held up in the air as if in a bra still, the line where the bra cup cut into her boobs where they began to overflow clearly visible. Reaching forward, Warren gently pressed her boobs down, trying to see what they would like like if they were hanging naturally. He found he could get them to hang down nearly to the bottom of her rib cage. He also discovered that her boobs were very full and soft. He was also impressed with the large areola covering her boobs. They were very light in color, just slightly darker than Margaret’s very white skin, but were easily two and a half inches in diameter. In the center of each was just the slightest hint of her nipples, barely sticking out. He wondered what they would like like hard, but also knew he couldn’t make that happen while time was stopped.

After spending some time staring at her chest, Warren let his eyes drop to her nearly hidden flat stomach, and continued tracing his eyes down to her crotch through her skirt. ‘What the hell’ he thought, reaching down to her skirt and pulling it up. Quickly, Warren saw two signs that the girl did not take care of herself downstairs. First, there was hair coming out the sides of Margaret’s generic, slightly loose fitting white panties. Second, even with the slight looseness of her panties, the crotch area was visibly pushed out by a sizable mound of hair.

Normally, this would have been a turn off to Warren, he hated hairy pussies in porn. But the hair sticking out the sides of Margaret’s panties was a dirty blond color, only slightly darker than her hair. Warren had never seen a blond pussy before, except for obviously bleached ones in porn. Reaching down, he hooked a finger in the side of her panties and pulled it as far as he could to the side, revealing a huge blond bush. Due to the light color of the hair, he could also just barely see through it, seeing a long slit, bigger than any he’d seen the day before, and large puffy pussy lips.

Staring at her pussy, Warren reached a finger down towards it. As his finger touched the blond hair, he felt his dick jump.

And then he stopped.

Warren stood for a few moments thinking, but quickly decided he wanted to save up for Ms. Burkhart. He could play with Margaret another day. He moved her panties back into place the best he could and then pushed her skirt down on her legs. He pulled her bra back down over her boobs, then leaned her forward to hook her bra together, which actually took more time than unhooking it. When that was done, he pushed her body back against the seat again and buttoned up her shirt. He then put her books back in her lap, placed her arms as best he could remember where they were, and sat back down where he had been sitting.

Then he started time.

He felt the seat shake as Margaret jumped next to him. She didn’t say anything, but the jump had knocked her books on the floor. She looked around slightly confused for a moment, then reached down to get her books. Warren reached down to help.

After handing Margaret her books, she looked at Warren, said, “Thanks,” then turned to look out the window. He thought she might have been lightly blushing, but it was hard to tell through her freckles. But he didn’t worry about it, and simply smiled, enjoying the rest of the trip to school.

It seemed to take forever to get to school, and then even longer for the first period bell to ring. The second he had sat down in Ms. Burkhart’s class, Warren started paying sharp attention. He planned to wait for her to write something on the board, so that her arms would be against the board like in his dream, then stop time, strip her, and fuck her.

But the class wasn’t going as he had hoped. She had been sitting at her desk until the bell rang with some other students hanging around talking to her, then she stood up and taught the class while either standing or walking back and forth in the front of the room. She never went to the board.

Warren slowly got more annoyed as the class period went by. All he wanted to do was stop time and fuck Ms. Burkhart, but she wouldn’t get in a position to do it. He’d had a boner since the beginning of the class and it was starting to hurt in anticipation.

About ten minutes from the end of the class, she wanted to open up a group discussion, having the students talk to each other and debate the points she had just brought up. As she called on the first student, she backed up to the front of her desk, jumped up and sat on it.

Warren wasted no time, cringing and setting off the sting in his forehead as soon as Ms. Burkhart had sat on her desk.

For a moment, Warren just stared, smiling, at Ms. Burkhart on her desk. She had just hopped up on it, she was leaning forward slightly, her head cocked a bit to the side, her mouth open as she had just been talking, her shoulders were slightly hunched forward, her hands resting on the edge of the desk, her knees spread a little more than shoulder width apart. It wasn’t the position from his dream, but Warren thought it might be even better.

After admiring his handiwork for a bit, Warren got up and headed towards Ms. Burkhart to do what he had wanted to do since he woke up that morning.

The first thing Warren did was untuck and unbutton her shirt. Then, pulling her straight arms off the table and into the air, he pulled the shirt up and off. This was followed by her bra, which he got off slightly faster than he had with Margaret earlier. Warren was surprised to find that she wore a padded bra, which made her boobs seem bigger than they actually were, given he thought Ms. Burkhart usually tried to hide her figure to make herself seem more professional. But after pulling it off, he thought he might understand why, as her nipples, albeit small, were rock hard and sticking out half an inch. He figured if her nipples got hard a lot she might wear padded bras to hide them.

While his initial approach had been to get Ms. Burkhart completely naked before doing anything, he could not help but spend some time kissing, licking, and sucking on her nipples before moving on.

When he was ready to move on, Warren unbuckled and pulled off Ms.