Chapter 4

I woke up in the morning and checked my phone. If my pornographic adventures had all been part of a dream and I was now awake, it would now be Ella’s birthday. However, the screen showed that it was the day after. So the dream continued after sleeping, sorta like in Inception!

Both Rayanne and Ella were giving me soft eyes during breakfast, but the strange musical theme didn’t sound and no weird pornographic scenarios occurred.

I decided to go to school. The staff had been accommodating after my Dad’s death, but that still meant that I had two weeks of schoolwork to catch up on. I was a pretty good student, though, so I knew that I’d quickly catch up on what I’d missed. I considered that since this was a dream, I probably didn’t have to go to school, but I had practically lived in my room for two full weeks, so getting out of the house would be good for me, even if it wasn’t in the real world.

I was just heading toward the change room for gym class when I heard my name and turned to see Mr. McAuliffe heading toward me. The white-haired vice principal ushered me to the side of the hall to talk.

“Good to see you back at school, Wade. How are you doing?”

‘How do you think I’m doing, you idiot? My Dad’s dead!’ is what I didn’t say. “I’m ... okay, I guess? Still kinda numb.”

He nodded sympathetically as girls passed us by to get into their change room. “You never know, right?” he asked me. “One day everything’s fine, and the next...” He snapped his fingers.

I didn’t know how to respond to that, so I just said, “Yeah...” and snapped my fingers as well.

Bow-chicka-wow-wow!

The weird tune again! I certainly didn’t want a sexy scenario to occur in front of my vice principal, so I started, “Well, Mr. McAuliffe, I gotta get to class or I’ll be late...”

Then I realized that the constant drone of the school was gone; it had cut off instantly after the weird disco-like melody. I looked around at students frozen mid-stride. Down the hall I saw that one student was reaching in vain for a book that had slipped from his grasp. It just sat there, suspended in mid-air. I turned back to the vice principal, but he was frozen as well.

This was weird! I was tempted to snap my fingers again to end this, but then had a second thought as I beheld the door to the girls’ change room, which had remained open as the last girl stepped through.

A word came to mind from my two weeks of non-stop porn watching: Timestop! I had watched a few of those, impressed at how the actresses had been able to hold uncomfortable positions while the actors had sex with their unmoving forms.

First, though, I went down the hall to the falling book. Most timestop videos were consistent with their rules, but the occasional one caused whoever you touched to snap out of it. I touched the book with my finger, but it didn’t fall. I put a little pressure on it and it moved easily, but still didn’t fall. So far so good. I then put my hand on the shoulder of the owner of the book. Nothing! I grabbed his t-shirt, pulled the fabric, and let go. It remained as-is, pulled away from his chest, instead of letting gravity take it.

Oh yes, I could work with this. I headed into the girls’ change room, giving the tall brunette who was still in the entryway a smack on her slim ass as I went by. I didn’t know her, so I continued on in. There, in all their glory, were the rest of the female students of my gym class, in various states of undress. As expected from a dream, the timing of my finger snap had been perfect, as most of the girls were down to their underwear, some even bending over as they were either removing their pants or skirts, or about to pull up their shorts.

I was like a kid in a candy store ... so much 18-year-old flesh! Who first? I decided to go with the one with the least amount of clothes on, which was Shelly, a cute, shoulder-length brown-haired girl with cat’s eye glasses. She was bent over, had accidentally pulled her panties down with her jeggings, and was reaching down to pull them back up, but frozen in that state, her delightful little pussy was vulnerable, not to mention at the perfect height and position. Shelly’s rounded hips were wide for her frame, so no wonder her underwear had slipped down along with her tight jeggings once they snapped past those enticing curves. I pulled out my hard cock and lined myself up, rubbing the head around her puffy little pussy lips before pushing between them.

Unfortunately, I didn’t get very far, and the skin of my cock pulled back uncomfortably as I thrust. Shelly wasn’t turned on, of course, so there was no lubrication. “Ugh...” I pulled back and surveyed the situation. Looking around at her face, I saw that her mouth had opened up in a round ‘O’ at the realization that she had accidentally underpantsed herself. I moved around and found that her mouth was at just the right angle, so I thrust into that. “Mmm...” I moaned as my cock went into her warm mouth, and I felt a bit of her saliva collect on my dick. I thrust between her lips a few more times before pulling out to return to her pussy.

This time about half of my cock went inside, but again there was that stretching feeling. “Damnit...” I pulled back, considered again, and then bent down to lick at her pussy, as I had done with Ella, though from behind, so it was a bit awkward. Shelly’s vagina tasted similar to my stepsister’s ... maybe a bit more sour, but it was nice. I made sure to stick my tongue as deep as possible so that my saliva would do what was needed, and finally I stepped back, placed the head of my cock back between her pussy lips, and thrust. It went all the way in that time, and felt fantastic!

Then I noticed that Shelly’s body was starting to move forward, so I grabbed her hips to keep her in place. While gravity was in stasis for everything but me, as with the book earlier, any force I exerted would affect whatever I touched, so I had to be careful.

My hands caressed the girl’s rounded hips as I held her there, and then I started thrusting. Unlike with the other sexual encounters I’d had in the last day or so, it felt strange that she wasn’t responding. I pushed that thought away, though, as Shelly had never shown any interest in me before, so I’d probably never have a chance like this again without the timestop. I increased my thrusts, and then moved one arm around her midsection to hold her in place while the other pulled up her shirt and bra. Then I moved both hands up to cup her palm-sized breasts, using that grip to hold her in place. I found the girl’s nipples and tweaked them, but again there was that jarring lack of response. Finally, I moved my hands back down to her womanly hips and thrust into her hard and fast. I was enjoying taking this girl without her knowledge, and could feel my orgasm rising.