Time Weaver
Copyright© 2022 by The Womb Raider
Chapter 5
Time Travel Story: Chapter 5 - A very smart teen discovers a way to move in and out of time.
Caution: This Time Travel Story contains strong sexual content, including mt/ft Teenagers NonConsensual Heterosexual Fiction School Time Travel Geeks Slow
After I left the library, my mind started to clear from the hormone fog it had been in. It was then that the reality of what I had done was started to hit me.
I had stolen Ileana’s panties after taking her in the student lounge area. It was an insanely, intensely stupid idea that had sounded good to me in my post orgasmic stupor, but now could only serve to leave a trail toward who had been inside her.
The rest of the day I was expecting to be asked to report to the office, to be met by tall, burly men with badges and guns.
If I could have disposed of her panties during the school day, I would have. But I couldn’t think of a plausible way to explain why I had girls panties in my backpack. If I took them out in the bathroom to throw away, what if someone suddenly came into the men’s room? There I would be, caught, the evidence in my hand.
Of course, in hindsight, I realized I didn’t have to worry at all about getting caught disposing of her panties. I owned a frelling time machine, for lack of a better term.
But, at the time, this didn’t occur to me. I had evidence that could tie me to her, and I was running on fear. I had to find a way to get rid of them, and it couldn’t be at school, and definitely not at home.
That night I sneaked out of the house, tied Ileana’s panties to a rock, and sunk them into the Wabash river.
But simply stealing Ileana’s panties was just the outward sign of something that had changed within me that day. I took something from her, because I wanted to give something to her too.
I had never thought that I would even have the opportunity for procreation. Now, possibilities surrounded me, and I was drunk on the idea. It was a foreign concept to me.
I had said that I was unpopular among my peers. That was putting it mildly. I wasn’t just unpopular, I was a virtual pariah. It seemed that, to those around me, anything I was interested in was tainted, and had to be eliminated.
Classmates routinely banged on my bedroom window, terrorizing me at all hours of the night. There were nights I wouldn’t get any sleep, as my classmates would terrorize me in shifts.
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