Chapter 1: A Hidden Treasure

So, picture this: I’m trudging home from school, the day dragging on like a snail with only one working leg. You know how it goes. I decided to take a shortcut through the woods, hoping to escape the dreariness of my day just a little bit faster. The trees were swaying in the breeze, and for a moment, I almost forgot about the pile of algebra homework waiting for me.

As I steered deeper into the woods, something caught my eye—a glint of metal partially hidden in the underbrush. I bent down and, lo and behold, I found this ancient rusty pocket watch. You know the type—something straight out of a classic black-and-white movie, like a prop meant for an old-timey detective or a sophisticated gentleman. It had that charmingly tarnished look, and I could almost hear the tick-tock echo of lost time from it.

Chapter 2: Time Stops

Anyway, long story short, this old watch turned out to be way more than just a cool find. To my absolute shock, I discovered it had the ability to stop time! I mean, how wild is that? Naturally, I had to test it out. Later that night, I sat on my bed, watch in hand, excitement buzzing through my veins like I’d just chugged a gallon of soda. I pulled the button thing on the side, and poof—time froze!

Picture me in my room, amazed, staring at the wall clock that was now stuck at 8:00 PM. My heart raced as I looked around, and then an idea hit me. I moved my cat, Mr. Whiskers, to different locations in the room, and when I restarted time, he looked so confused; it was hilarious!

Chapter 3: A Familiar Nightmare

Now, don’t get me wrong—having this magical watch is a total blast, but the fun’s kind of needed, especially with school being such a drag. I’m constantly picked on by the popular crowd, led by a earth demon of hell, Karma. Ugh, she’s a nightmare. Karma and her pack of minions make my life a living hell. I swear, they just thrive on making me feel small. So, discovering the ability to stop time felt like finding a treasure chest while drowning in quicksand!

But hey, I’ve got my little secret now. While dealing with school feels like swimming upstream, at least I can sneak some fun adventures in between the drama! Who knows what else I’ll get into with this wacky watch? Time will tell—or rather, I will!

Chapter 4: The Cafeteria Confrontation

The next day at school, things took a turn for the worst during lunch. When I walked past the lounge area near the cafeteria, I spotted that monster, Karma, along with her minions. They had completely taken over the place, claiming it as their personal kingdom or something. The lounge was a great hangout spot with its comfy couches and chill vibe, but it definitely had a “no peasants allowed” sign hanging over it. If you weren’t part of their popular crew, you might as well have been invisible.

As I was trying to sneak by, hoping to avoid confrontation, Karma caught sight of me and ordered me to stop. I swear, my heart dropped. I mean, the girl is like a walking tornado of popularity and drama, and I’m just ... well, me. Honestly, the thought of standing in front of her, with her piercing gaze trained on me, is enough to send anyone into a cold sweat. Her family’s rich, which just adds to her inflated sense of importance, like she’s got a crown that I didn’t even know existed.

There she was, with her ridiculously dense boyfriend by her side, both of them laughing while I stood there, feeling like a deer caught in headlights. And of course, her dorky followers were there too, snickering and whispering like the little sycophants they are, practically feeding off my humiliation. It was the same old story: Karma and her crew were just reveling in the power they held over everyone else.

Chapter 5: Taking Back Control

After Karma felt she had thoroughly triumphed in her mission to humiliate me for the day, she casually tossed out a dismissive remark, declaring that I was, indeed, “dismissed.” Wow, I thought, really? That’s her big finale? As I turned away, I could hear her crowd of friends snickering and whispering all sorts of clever taunts behind my back. Classic.

I strolled around the corner, trying to shake off the completely unnecessary drama. That’s when I decided it was time for some fun. I reached for the old magical watch in my pocket. Ah, yes! My new secret weapon for moments just like this. I pulled the crown, and a satisfying tick echoed through the air, and suddenly, everything froze around me. The laughter, the whispers, the entire universe hit pause.

This was my moment to get a little creative with some sweet, sweet revenge. I could already see the wheels turning in my head—Karma had no idea what was coming. It was poetic justice, really. I mean, who in their right mind names their kid Karma and then goes around treating people like that?

Chapter 6: Sweet Revenge

With everyone frozen in their hilariously awkward positions, I couldn’t help but chuckle. I was ready to have some fun and teach Karma and her ugly minions a lesson they wouldn’t soon forget or even notice.

Karma’s boyfriend Josh was living his best life—or at least, pretending to. He was slouched on the couch, that signature stupid look plastered across his face. You know the one: a mix of cockiness and sheer cluelessness. Josh was the star quarterback of the football team, which was kind of a joke because, honestly, the team sucked. I’d heard whispers that his dad had paid the coach off to keep him in the starting position. Classic move, right?

But today, Josh was about to become my first victim. As I looked at his ridiculously smug grin, it was like a light bulb went off in my head. This was going to be too easy. He was leaning forward on the couch, his head slightly bobbing as if he were caught in some kind of cheesy daydream about scoring the winning touchdown—except that was never going to happen.

I took a couple of steps closer and, in a completely spontaneous moment of inspiration, I decided to turn this golden opportunity into a comedic masterpiece. I pivoted, gave a little wiggle for dramatic effect, and unleashed the loudest fart I could muster right in his dumb face. It was a glorious explosion, and I swear I could hear it echoing in the frozen void.

Next, I went for the cherry on top: I spun around and slapped his face with a force that surprised even me. Damn, that hurt my hand! I could feel the sting radiating through my palm, but it was worth it for the look on his stupid face. His head jerked to the side, and he screwed up his face a bit, a mix of confusion and that ever-present smirk still hanging on. It was like I’d turned his brain into mush for a second there.

I quickly maneuvered back to face him, and with all the seriousness I could muster (which wasn’t much), I turned his now red face back to its original position like it was some poorly produced puppet show. Locking eyes with him, I said, “Fuck you.” The words dripped with just the right amount of contempt, and for a second, I could envision the meme-worthy reactions this moment would inspire. Who knew that a little bit of creative chaos was all it took to flip the script?

Chapter 7: The Setup

Next victim ... Karma stood there, an effortless picture of nonchalance, one hand perched on her hip while the other brought a vibrant lollipop to her lips. I stepped closer, trying to borrow some of her confidence, but reality hit me: I was barely taller by probably millimeters. It stung a little, you know? I mean, I’m a guy, we’re the same age, and yet here I was, standing near eye-to-eye with her.

Karma’s lips formed a perfect little pout around that lollipop—seriously, it was like she was born for it. The thought crossed my mind: that poor lollipop, to be so lucky yet so at risk. I shook my head at my own twisted humor. What if she choked? That would be one messed-up turn of events, right?

Chapter 8: The Master Plan

As I circled her like some kind of cartoon villain plotting my next ridiculous move, I couldn’t help but take her in. Up close, she was even more stunning—flawless skin, sparkling eyes, and that casual confidence that seemed to radiate off her. It made me wonder why I ever thought revenge was a good idea in the first place.

I really did want to take my shot at revenge for whatever petty slight had ticked me off, but my mind was drawing blanks. Should I replace her lollipop with something equally ridiculous? A carrot maybe? Nah, that felt too cliché. I frowned. I didn’t want to go for something lame. So, I decided to hold off on my master plan until an equally genius idea popped into my head. Let’s get creative!

Chapter 9: The Showdown

Meanwhile, Josh was just sitting there, slumped on the couch, with a totally clueless look on his face. He was like a poster for ‘how not to react in a freeze frame,’ his expression somewhere between confusion and just complete stupidness.

And then, without really thinking it through—because that’s usually how these things go—I made my move. I grabbed Karma’s hand and made an exaggerated pointing gesture, which only added to the ridiculousness of the moment. Then, I playfully shoved her hand right up her nose. I couldn’t help but giggle at the absurdity of it all. But as I maneuvered her hand into position, my fingers accidentally brushed against her chest. I mean, it was an accident and not what I intended, but the instant her breast jiggled just slightly, my whole world flipped upside down.

Chapter 10: The Pause

My eyes went wide, and I felt a rush of confusion mixed with an unexpected surge of awareness. It felt like my mind short-circuited for a second. I was frozen in time with Karma—a girl who was not just attractive but seriously captivating—and suddenly everything felt way too real. There I was, an awkward mess, sweating bullets as my heartbeat kicked into overdrive. I quickly looked around, half-expecting someone to pop out of the frozen moment and catch me in this compromising act.

Lucky for me, everyone else was frozen in laughter, slightly distorted faces caught in mid-chuckle as they marveled at the prank I was pulling. Karma’s minions, poised like a clumsy audience in a bizarre comedy show, weren’t looking directly at me, but I still felt like I was under a spotlight. She was literally like a fleshy mannequin in this bizarre tableau, and the combination of her frozen stillness and my impromptu shenanigans was making me feel all kinds of flustered.

Chapter 11: The Assessment

With a mix of excitement and embarrassment swirling in my stomach, I had to remind myself that this was supposed to be funny. Yet, it felt like I was teetering on the edge of a strange and totally unexpected boundary. What was I doing? This was a prank gone wild, and here I was, feeling all tangled up in the reality of the moment, sweating as if I’d just run a marathon.

With time frozen and the realization hitting me that I was the only one moving, I started to take in Karma from head to toe or toe to head to be exact.

There she is, standing confidently in her casual yet stylish outfit that perfectly captures the latest fashion trends. Her shoes are sleek, white sneakers with a platform sole, adding just a bit of height to her already commanding presence. They contrast against her smooth, tanned legs, which look almost flawless, leading up to a short, plaid skirt that sways just below mid-thigh as if it’s teasingly daring anyone to look away.

Chapter 12: The Allure

Her back is straight, exuding an air of confidence that I can’t help but begrudgingly admire. The skirt hugs her curves just right, emphasizing her butt, which is perfectly shaped and seems to defy gravity. It’s hard not to notice how she carries herself, something that only adds to her allure. Moving up, her abs are subtly defined, a hint of fitness that makes her look effortlessly stunning, especially contrasted against her fitted crop top that sits snugly against her skin.

I can see the faint outline of her bra beneath her top, leading me to wonder about her panties. A delicate necklace rests against her collarbone, glinting in the light as it draws attention to her neck, which is swan-like and graceful.

Her face is absolutely captivating, with those high cheekbones and that smooth, flawless skin. I can’t help but admire her features—in addition to the playful poke I gave her up the nose! Her full, glossy lips are wrapped around a big, shiny lollipop, the sweetness glistening under the light and making her look irresistibly tempting. Her hair flows down her shoulders in soft, luscious waves, framing her face in a way that really draws your eyes to those playful, expressive eyes that seem to sparkle with mischief.

Chapter 13: The Transformation

It’s strange, I think, how she can provoke such a mixture of disdain and attraction within me. Everything about her screams confidence and allure, and as I stand frozen, I can’t help but feel a complex swirl of emotions as I take her in for what feels like the first time.

I couldn’t wrap my head around what I was about to do. Heart racing, I dropped to one knee, feeling a mix of excitement and nerves. As my hands glided over her elegant legs, starting from her calves and working my way up to her thighs, an electrifying thrill shot through me. It was such a strange sensation, brushing against the soft fabric of her plaid skirt and finally making contact with her underwear.

Chapter 14: Forbidden Touch

Her skin was warm and impossibly smooth, the kind that felt almost surreal to touch. The fabric of her panties was thin and delicate, lacking any of those elastic edges that you often find—just pure seamless. My heart pounded louder as I looked up at her, half-expecting a reaction. But as time stood still; she remained unfazed, giving me a moment to catch my breath and soak in the wildness of what was happening.

As I leaned in, I tilted my head just enough to sneak a peek up her plaid skirt. She had some sleek black panties under there. I felt a rush, and before I knew it, my body was responding in ways that made my heart race.

Feeling a mix of excitement and mischief, I stepped around to her backside. With a careful motion, I unzipped her skirt and slid it down, revealing more of her curves and her tantalizing black panties. Although time remained still, there was an electric tension in the air, and I couldn’t shake the feeling that someone could be watching me.

Chapter 15: The Temptation

She was now exposed from the waist down, and wow, her ass looked so damn good—my heart was racing like I just sprinted a marathon. Her ass was nice and round, perfectly shaped. At first glance, her black panties seemed like the usual full coverage type, but as I took a closer look, I noticed it didn’t have elastic edges anywhere—super smooth, almost like it was painted on.

The waistband flowed seamlessly up to her back and abs, making everything look so effortless. The front had this V-shaped lace section where I could see her skin tone underneath. I mentally noted that I’d definitely be taking a closer look at that later.

Then, the pièce de résistance: the panty had a cheeky cut in the back. Oh my God, she definitely had a wedgie happening. I couldn’t help but wonder for a moment—with that short skirt, wouldn’t she be sitting bare-ass on whatever surface she chose? The thought was making me horny, trying to refocus. It was time for the next move.

Chapter 16: The Reckoning

At this point, I felt like I was about to topple over—not from anything dramatic, but because of the undeniable situation in my pants that had completely thrown me off balance. The pressure and tightness in my groin made even the slightest shift feel like a monumental task. With a mix of desperation and a hint of rebellion, I decided to unzip my fly, hoping to grant myself a bit of relief. But just as I did, I caught a glimpse of an embarrassing wet patch staring back at me.

I couldn’t help but let out a frustrated sigh. “Screw it,” I thought, and without a second’s hesitation, I kicked off my shoes and peeled off my pants. There I stood-clad in nothing but my trusty backpack, a t-shirt that had seen better days, boxers that were definitely pitching a tent, and a pair of bright white crew socks. It was a ridiculous sight, but I was in my own little world, and at least Karma and her silly minions were blissfully unaware of my predicament.

Chapter 17: The Shift

Feeling a mix of awkwardness and defiance, I raised my middle finger to the oblivious crowd, sending a silent message of “screw you all,” as as I placed my backpack on the floor. I couldn’t help but chuckle at the absurdity of it all. In that moment, I realized the joke was on them—completely unaware of the lengths I was willing to go for a little freedom in my own skin.

Next, I playfully nudged her arm—her sticky little hand still gripping that lollipop—from her lips and let it drift out to the side. She had this hilarious, puckered look on her face, like she’d just bitten into something super sour. Meanwhile, her other hand was deep in excavation mode, digging for treasure in her nose, which had me laughing out loud. I couldn’t help but shake my head as I gently moved her finger away from her face, lowering that hand down to her side.

Chapter 18: The Kiss

Then I decided to switch up her vibe from a sassy, confident stance to that classic “fresh out of the box” Barbie pose—you know the one! I tilted her ever-so-slightly onto her left foot, almost sending her toppling over. With her right foot hovering, I pulled her legs together, working my magic to line up those hips just right so she’d stand tall and proud. I couldn’t help but giggle at the thought of pushing in her lower back and having her salute, or even pretending she was still digging for gold in her nose—it would totally give her a goofy military vibe! She looked absolutely ridiculous, but there was something about her glossy lips that tugged at my heart.

So, there I was, getting really close to Karma, and I just went for it—I pressed my lips against hers. Now, if you recall, I had a bit of a situation happening down south, and let’s just say that also got a bit close to her, hitting that v-shaped lace. I just touched a girl with my cock. I needed to go lower, but I seriously didn’t want to blow my load too quickly; I had all the time in the world.

Chapter 19: The Experience

Kissing her was super weird. I mean, of course it was—she’s literally frozen in time and kind of feels like a living mannequin, not that I’ve ever kissed a mannequin. Not gonna lie, I’ve actually fantasized about that once. I could feel her lips moving under mine, but her teeth and jaw were totally locked, which made the whole thing feel way off. Definitely the worst first kiss ever. I bit her bottom lip gently and then just pulled away, ready to move on.

I reached down and popped open my boxers, feeling that sweet sense of freedom wash over me. Things were definitely heating up. I noticed a little triangular gap between her pussy and thighs, and I knew that was my next stop. With my palm up, my fingers moved in, while my thumb hung back to rest on that lacy v-shaped piece of fabric. It was warm, no doubt about it. Even though her underwear was pretty thin, there was an extra layer in that spot that made everything feel just a tad distorted.

Chapter 20: The Discovery

I couldn’t help myself—I had to take a peek. With a little nudge of my index finger, I pulled the fabric down and to the side. Wow! Everything was so smooth and completely bare! That extra layer appeared to be a simple piece of cotton. Just as I was moving her panties back, my middle finger “accidentally” brushed along her slit not once, but a few times. Oops! I stood back up, pulled her waistband a bit to get a better look, and noticed a tiny patch of soft hair. Definitely some evidence of some recent grooming.

It felt like one of those epic space movies when a spaceship docks with the mothership. “This is Papa-Three-November-One-Sierra (P .3.N .1.S), coming in for docking,” I thought to myself, feeling a bit like a nerd. I managed to guide my vessel snug between her warm thighs. So I’ve actually never been with a girl before. Sure, I’d enjoyed some solo adventures and binge-watched my fair share of adult content, but this was turning into something right out of one of those Life-size doll videos—or that crazy one where a guy pauses time. Holy crap, it was exactly like that!.

Chapter 21: The Thrill

Alright, let me give you the lowdown. I’m usually pretty comfortable with my right hand, you know? It’s like an old friend. But where I was now? Totally different ball game, especially since there was no lube in sight.

So there I was, communicating with the mother ship, hands resting on her hips, feeling the smooth fabric of her panties beneath my fingers. As I pressed and moved around, I could feel the soft fabric sliding against her skin and my fingers brushing her thighs. As I pressed in and started to slide around a bit, I felt the smooth fabric gliding against the top of my cock and her lovely inner thighs hugging my sides. It was an intriguing mix of sensations, but a little uncomfortable too.

I definitely could have used some lotion to make things easier. Honestly, it couldn’t be more perfect. Here I am, just rocking my socks while standing with my feet apart, which kinda makes me look shorter. But hey, she’s decked out in those platform shoes, so I’m now slightly shorter than her. The bright side? Let’s just say everything down there is perfectly lined up with her ... well, you know. It’s a win-win!.

I tried to reposition myself, finding a way to get cozy again, and in the process, my precum began to provide natural lubrication. I noted that I would wipe that off her later. I urged myself not to go into her pussy. Although the idea is tempting, I don’t think I would be able to live with myself. Nope. My plan was simple: I just wanted to hang out in that spot and explore her ass next, enjoying every moment.