Chapter 3: Brave New World

I tried everything: jumping, whistling, dancing, and screaming for the ifrit at the top of my lungs ... nothing worked. I started hyperventilating and dropped to my knees, bundling myself into the fetal position, shaking, until I finally calmed down and reviewed what I had said to the fiery being: I had said to snap my fingers, and... “No...” I hadn’t said anything in my wish about restarting time! But the ifrit had said that it wasn’t in his power to stop time forever, so there had to be some way to stop this ... I just had to figure out what it was. He wasn’t answering me, though. I had to find out more about ifrits.

My computer was stuck, the paused porn video staring back at me, so I couldn’t use that for research, and my phone had a blank screen. How could I figure this out without the internet? Oh wait ... the library! I took off down the road running, realizing that when I finally managed to get time working again, I’d certainly be in better shape after all this.

I managed to stop myself before walking into the unmoving automatic front door and had to find a standard side door to open, then I searched about for the right section, eventually figuring out that it was Mythology. I spent what must have been ‘days’ poring over every book for a hint of information on ifrits ... some books said they were demons, others spirits of the dead ... either way, they were malicious. Yeah, I was getting that. Finally, I gave up ... there was nothing there that would help me locate the ifrit again, though I did find that story of the monkey’s paw that gave five wishes, but only in the worst way. I had done enough with one, remembering the ifrit giving me the middle finger as he grinned. I had been such a fool.

I returned home and slept in the dark under my sheets. When I woke up I just stayed there ... I was feeling so alone! Then I had a thought: maybe I had to find the ring again? But it could be anywhere! I recalled that the ifrit said his ring would go to some other unworthy person ... my friends were just as unworthy, so maybe...? Josh’s house was closest, so I headed over there.

He was playing online shooter games in his living room while his nerdy older sister Marcy watched. I searched through where he usually hid his weed and stolen items in his room, but the ring wasn’t there. Returning to the living room, my eyes flicked to Marcy’s pale legs in her shorts. I’d had a crush on the dishwater blonde for years, but of course a college girl wouldn’t have any interest in a high school guy. Getting closer, I could see down the bespectacled young woman’s maybe B-cup cleavage in her tank top as she leaned forward. My cock started firming up.

Shit, was I going to do this? It had been a couple ‘days’ since I’d last fucked anyone and my balls were getting blue, but I didn’t want to have to pull out, and neither did I want to have to suck my load out of her afterward. Still, I knew that I was going to fuck her ... when else would I have the chance? I laid her sideways on the couch, pulled off her shorts and underwear, and lubed her and my rock-hard cock up. I didn’t even have to change her position, as leaning forward sitting is the same as laying on your side with your knees up, ready for cock. “Hey, Josh, I’m gonna fuck yer sister now, okay?” I called out to my buddy as I pushed inside her.

It was hard going, even with the lube, so I had to really put some effort into it, finally slipping inside. After I bottomed out and pulled back, I discovered why, as I could see her blood slicking my shaft ... I’d broken her cherry! “Oh fuck ... I’m sorry, Marcy ... well, what’s done is done,” I reasoned as I continued thrusting. I looked at her face, still focused forward on her brother’s video game, completely oblivious to her first fuck. “Let’s have a look at these,” I said a few minutes later and pulled up her tank top and bra. “Not bad...” Her nipples were small and pale pink, surrounded by handful-sized tits, and I gripped one in my palm, once again disappointed at the lack of body warmth. As I tweaked her nipple I could feel the stirrings of my orgasm at the base of my cock. Soon I’d have to pull out and then ... what? Spurt onto her tits? While I hadn’t done that before, I was buried in virgin pussy, where no man had gone before ... it seemed like such a waste. But I couldn’t leave evidence behind...

I hadn’t stopped thrusting while I attempted to muddle through the problem and ultimately took too long, so my balls decided for me. I grunted as my load rushed up my shaft and exploded deep inside my friend’s formerly virginal sister’s pussy. “Ohh yeeeah!” I moaned, thrusting deep ... that was two days’ worth of sperm invading Marcy’s untouched reproductive system, and it just kept cumming. “Uh! UH!”

Finally, I pulled out and surveyed the damage. Her blood was still all over my dick ... there was no way that she wouldn’t notice her deflowering after time resumed, even if I sucked out that load, and I realized that there was no way I was gonna do that while it was all mixed with her blood. “Goddamnit!” Remembering what I’d done with Cora, I looked over at my friend. “Hey, Josh, y’wanna help me out here?” It took some doing, but I managed to strip and situate him between his sister’s legs after I lay her on her back. His dick wasn’t hard but it was almost as big as mine when limp. I winced as I took some of my cum mixed with Marcy’s blood and wiped it all over his member. Then I forced their eyelids closed.

I took a step back. When time resumed, they’d open their eyes, Marcy would feel the pain of her deflowering, and it would be obvious what ‘they’ had done. I went and found their parents’ liquor cabinet, put an open bottle of whiskey and a couple shot glasses on the coffee table next to them (though of course I couldn’t pour any), and headed out. While not a perfect setup, it would have to be enough. “Sorry, bud!” I called back to my friend as I left.

I didn’t find the ring at my other friend’s house, and he didn’t have a sister. I’d always found his mom kind of attractive but she wasn’t home. I’d emptied out the fine dining restaurant of ready food so I went to the McD’s and grabbed one of the pickup orders, a double burger with bacon, fries, and a soda, though I had to rip the cup apart to get at the drink. Then I headed home again.

I was so bored! Without being able to fuck anyone without going to jail once time resumed, there was nothing to do. I decided to experiment with timestop physics. Heading into my backyard, I grabbed my dad’s ladder and gave it a small toss while keeping it upright ... it just hung there in the air. I wondered if I could climb it like that, but when I grabbed it to hoist myself up, it started coming back down, but only until I let go. Right, I could affect things in timestop, so they wouldn’t just remain in the air if I put my weight on them because I was still affected by gravity. Just touching or holding something wouldn’t make it fall, though it had weight while I was acting upon it. That meant that I couldn’t move a car because it had too much mass but I could move a person with effort, pretty much like in the real world.

The real world ... I had taken to thinking of my timestopped world as unreal, which made sense given how insane it was ... I laughed ... making sense of insanity. Sighing, I went and had a nap.

Then I had the dream. Maybe it was because I’d done so much research into ifrits recently that it was just my subconscious talking, but it felt real. I woke up shaking.

I needed to hold someone but my parents weren’t home. Vanessa! I rushed out to her backyard and gave her a hug from behind, crying. Damn this world for not allowing her to be warm, and damn it for freezing my tears as they left my eyes! I needed her to hug me back ... we had to lay down. The lounger was too small, so I threw my frozen lover over my shoulder and took her up to her bedroom. She had a queen-size so we both fit side-by-side. I arranged her arms and legs around me and held her tightly as I sobbed.

I think I napped again, as when I opened my eyes I didn’t realize where I was, with the frilly bed comforter and peachy-pink wallpaper. I turned to see Vanessa next to me, her eyes still focused a couple feet away on the soda can that was still in the backyard, her mind thinking that she was about to do some suntanning. And here I was, posing her like a life-size bar-b-doll. I pulled her to me in a tight hug, burying my face into her neck. As I breathed, I realized that I could smell vanilla! Pulling back, the scent disappeared. How had that happened? It took some time to figure out: I had to keep my mouth closed and put my nostrils right up against her skin, closing the air gap and effectively pulling her scent into my ‘time zone’. I imagine the same could have been done with food but that would be very messy. It had been days since I’d actually smelled anything and the titillation went straight to my cock. I had been trying to keep Vanessa pristine, but ... I tore her bikini off and my clothes quickly followed, hanging in the air beside us as I got between her legs. My cock easily invaded her body once more, her pussy already tighter due to the jostling from when I moved her upstairs and into bed with me. Now that we were in the missionary position, I was amazed at how she seemed to be staring straight into my eyes instead of a Diet Coke can as I took her. With such an intimate situation, it didn’t take long before I filled her up with a fresh batch of sperm. “Ohhfuuck Vanessaah...” I buried my face into her neck again to get another whiff of vanilla.

“I love you,” I told Vanessa as I took her once again, slowly making love to the frozen young woman as she stared into my eyes. When I closed mine I swear I could almost hear her moan. We made love like that for (I guessed) an hour before I came inside her once more. As I kissed her lips, I could barely taste her lip gloss when I sucked on my own lips afterward. I knew that soon it would be gone and I’d never taste it again. Or would I? Pulling out, I rifled through her vanity desk and found the container. Luckily, it was the brush type so I could extract some and apply it directly to her lips. “Much better.”

I’d been living with Vanessa for ‘weeks’ by this point, making love to her often and foraging for food as needed. It helped that I was the only one eating, but without any way to cook anything, prepared foods were becoming scarce.

“I’m sorry, love, but I have to go ... there’s no more food in walking distance. I ... know this isn’t real, but I’ll never forget you.” I kissed my frozen girlfriend and looked down at the swell of her previously flat stomach. I knew that it was from ‘months’ of filling her up with my sperm, but it looked so much like a baby bump that I didn’t have the heart to do anything about it. “Goodbye.”

I found my parents at their workplaces and gave each of them a hug before heading out. When I got back to the sidewalk, I looked both ways and then turned away from town. In retrospect, heading west was dumb, as the time zones that way are earlier, which meant even less people eating prepared food, but if I hadn’t gone that way then I wouldn’t have come across the jogger.

I was admiring the brown-haired woman’s toned midsection and legs when I saw that she had an ePod Mini on her arm. Grabbing it, I put the buds to my ears, but of course no sound came out of them. However, I had an idea: since the device was so small, I wrapped the buds up around it, stuck it into my mouth, and when I closed my lips ... yes! I could hear faint music! Taking it all back out, I noted the button to increase the volume, put it back into my mouth, stuck my finger through my closed lips, and pressed that button repeatedly. I heard Taylor Swift in my head and started crying. It had been months, maybe a year, since I’d heard any music whatsoever ... I’d given up on it! I’d never been a Swiftie or whatever they’re called, but at that moment I was. I dropped to the pavement and just sat, listening. ‘It’s me, hi, I’m the problem, it’s me.’

As the song ended I looked up at the jogging woman ... she was maybe late twenties, pretty, with smaller breasts, but her tight jogging outfit left little to the imagination. I spewed out the music player, moved my nose between the woman’s legs, and pressed my nostrils flush up against her crotch. Sniff! Ah, that heady smell! Vanessa and I were no longer together so I had no problems with putting this lady on her back on the grass, pulling off her clothes, applying a little lube, and quickly filling her with a load. “Ahh...” I sighed as I lay back afterward. Fresh pussy was best in timestop land because I didn’t have to contort women’s bodies to restore their tightness. “Thanks,” I told her. I pulled my clothes back on, stuck the music player back in my mouth, and headed down the sidewalk to the sound of Justin Bieber echoing in my head.

Prince, Harry Styles, Mariah Carey, Queen ... that lady jogger had quite the eclectic music collection. Unfortunately, there was no way to recharge the device, so once it stopped a few ‘days’ later, even though I’d been rationing it, I knew that would likely be the last music I’d ever hear in this timestopped world. I brushed away a frozen tear from the corner of my eye.