I will assume that you have read Babe’s book. So, I won’t delve too deeply into the backstory or any of that.

She was right, though; even from the start, Babe and I were best friends. I loved her from the beginning, and that love continued to grow as we did. As our bodies were growing, I thought I saw her looking at me differently, but I was not sure if that was because she was or because I wanted her to look at me differently. So, I thought, “Whatever,” and went after the boys.

Now, meanwhile, I started discovering a little bit about myself. The first time I gave myself an orgasm, I found myself in some stranger’s house. How is THAT for a discovery?

Needless to say, I freaked out and ran out of the house – then discovered it WAS my house, just not in my timeline. It took me a little bit to figure that part out, but once I got it, I got it.

The next part was a little bit more complicated. I knew almost instantaneously that when I had made myself cum, I had made myself travel through time. There was something about the way my pussy felt when I was about to achieve that did not mesh with anything I had read before. Just before I achieved it, I could feel a slight sensation, almost like electricity, within me, and I swear I could practically sense and hear an electrical crackle the moment I reached it. If you haven’t had it, I don’t think I can adequately describe it.

Anyhow, I knew almost from the start that cumming was my lead way through time travel. I just had no idea how. It took me a couple of tries, but eventually, I figured out that with an internal vaginal orgasm, I would travel back in time; a clitoral orgasm would send me forward in time. Pretty straightforward.

The timing was a whole other thing. Simply, I could not figure out that damn math. It was not as simple as “play with yourself for three seconds; go forward three days.” No. Nowhere nearby. And during those first few times, I had no clue. I just knew that I was in the past and had to get back to my usual time.

I ended up trying a dozen times or so before finally getting somewhere near our time, and once I did, I told myself to stop until I had all figured out—no more playing with myself.

The problem was that I was still a pretty horny 18-year-old girl. I mean, I was going into hyperdrive. It was like, ‘Hey, I’m legal now, and I can pursue guys of all sorts and ages now!’ At least ones that were of legal age.

Truth be told, I lost my virginity before she did. Yes, I know, she said differently. Not true. It just wasn’t perfect—same with the next person and the next, and so on down the line.

I was not being a slut! I mean, I was on birth control, and I was screwing a different guy a week, so I guess that does make me a slut. However, I felt like something was building up inside me. It was almost like I had to have a nice, good cum with a guy to feel complete, you know? As I mentioned, I was 18 years old.

I asked around to a few friends and some fellow sluts and finally targeted this one guy. He was a little bit older, in his mid-20s, but he was chiseled and was said to be very generous in bed. So, I approached him and let him know that I wanted to fuck him and that I needed someone to make me cum. He seemed to appreciate that.

Babe and I shared an apartment at the time, separate rooms. I took him into my room. I knew Babe would be listening. I didn’t mind. It got me off a little bit, knowing she might be playing with herself while I was getting fucked.

So, Gabe or Gary, or whatever his name was, started kissing me. He was a good kisser. An excellent kisser. His mouth tasted nice, he smelled nice, he stuck his tongue gently in mine, and we played with tongues for a little bit.

By then, he had his hand on my tits and was fondling them, a lot gentler than a lot of the boys I had seen before. Yes, this person knew what they were doing!

After a few minutes, he had my shirt unbuttoned, and my bra was on the floor. He’s playing with my tits, and I can feel myself getting pretty wet. I have his pants around his knees and am jerking him off, exploring the size and shape of his cock. It was pretty nice.

He leans back and watches me stroke him for a little bit. We stop kissing, and I just sit up, stroking him, watching his cock move in my hands. He’s rubbing my back, caressing my tits, stuff like that. I am just getting hotter and hotter.

Finally, I lay down in the bed between his legs, stroking him close to my face now. Sometimes, I would blow on it a little bit, and he seemed to love it.

“Listen,” I said. “I’ve been talking to some of the other girls about you.” I read his face for a reaction. He just nodded, watching me. “I’ve heard that if you start fucking, you cum pretty quickly. Like after just a couple of minutes.”

He nodded again. “That would be right.”

I kept jerking him, getting my face closer to his cock. At one point, it touched my cheek. I said to him, in a quieter voice, “But a couple said they sucked you off, and you came that way. And when you were hard again, you could fuck for hours.”

He nodded again. “That would also be right.”

I smiled and engulfed his cock.

As I mentioned, I had been with many boys before. Some of them never got a chance to fuck me – I was a rather good cocksucker after a few months. I knew what to do to make them cum, good and hard.

After I engulfed him, I planted a bunch of kisses all over his shaft, going slowly up and down, licking it every once in a while. Then I gave some even more tender kisses on his tip before flicking my tongue out, licking it, and then taking him in my mouth again.

Then I would get down on my knees between his legs like I was in a praying position, sliding my lips up and down his cock, stroking him with my hand with every bounce of my head. My tongue would dance all over my mouth, all over his shaft, all over his tip. I would let much spittle build up in my mouth. Usually, by the time I was done, there would be a wet pile of spit at the base of his cock.

I pulled his cock out of my mouth with a “pop” and started licking his balls. He liked that, so I sucked on them for a little bit. Oh yeah, was he getting into it – his eyes were closed, and his balls were tensing.

I wrapped my lips around his cock again and started sucking him and pumping him faster. Suddenly, he became quiet for a second, then squirted right into my mouth. No warning, no real sign he was about to cum, but there I was with his load splashing all over my tonsils.

But he tasted good. So, I sucked him as he came, urging every drop from his balls, gulping down his load with each pump in my mouth. I had always been told it was much more polite to swallow than to spit.

By then, I am fucking wet as fuck. Without a word, I hop from the bed, pull off my jeans and panties, take a big sip of soda that was on the nightstand, lay down beside him, and practically thrust his hand in my pussy.

That was where he had earned his reputation. He was not one of those guys who would paw at you. He would gently run his finger along my pussy lips, getting his fingers nice and wet, spreading my wetness, slowly but surely sliding his fingers further and further between my pussy lips. After a few minutes of this, and I am fucking drenched!

Without a word, he rolls over between my legs and starts licking my pussy. In the end, he certainly was not the best pussy eater I had run into, but he sure as hell was not the worst. He knew how to accomplish the task.

And I needed the job done.

He had a finger inside of me, and he was running his tongue along my clit, real fast like. I had my hand on the back of his head, holding him there. I could feel that warm feeling spreading through my body.

I had never cum before that night ... otherwise, what happened would not have been a surprise. But even with that, I knew when the moment was coming and what was to come. I was cumming.

By then, he is sucking on my clit and finger fucking me with two fingers. I let out a moan and, for just a moment, felt my body disconnect from my mind.

But I still noticed it. The world was turning white, all glowy. It turned all foggy, like everywhere around us, and things went completely out of focus. “What the hell is going on here?” Gary or Gabe or whatever screamed.

When the world came back into focus, we were dead ass naked in the middle of a field.

Our clothes were nowhere to be seen.

He looked around in panic, looked at me in panic, and without a word, took off running into the distance, buck assed naked.

Me, I just sat, pulled my knees to my chest, put my chin on my knees, and shook all over, crying and scared as fuck.

When I recovered, I was lying on the ground, still naked. Not so horny, either.

It was getting dark, so I felt safer taking a look around. I mean, I didn’t want to look around, but I had to do something. Just sitting in that open field naked was not going to get me a damn thing. So, I walked.

I found a fur wrap hanging from a branch, seemingly at random. Or at least I had thought so. I walked a little bit further and jumped when I saw him there.

He stood in a clearing, waiting, and watching as if he were there for me. He smiled and nodded. I gulped and nodded.

“I ... I ... I...” I stuttered.

He smiled. “I know. You are lost. But you have been found. Soon, everything will be explained.” He began walking and motioned me to follow.

What choice did I have but to comply? He did not have the eyes of a killer.

We walked for more than a mile before coming to a simple cabin in the woods. It was solidly built and comfortable, with all the furs inside. Some candles were placed around, and a fire burning in the middle made the place very welcoming.

He sat by the fire and motioned me to do the same. He took a plate and handed it to me, taking another plate for himself. It had some simple bread and a bit of meat on it, which turned out to be fish and fowl. It tasted good, and I needed it badly. We ate in silence.

“What is going on ... uh ... sir?” I asked him finally.

He only stared into the fire. “You call me Real Man,” he said.

I nodded. “OK. Real Man. What is going on?”

I’m not sure why you call me a Real Man. That is not my real name. But you have had problems pronouncing my real name, so it’s “Real Man’ that you call me.

I was thoroughly confused. I had never set eyes on this man before. “Uh. OK. That doesn’t explain what’s going on here to me.

To the best of his abilities, he spent the next few minutes explaining to me the wonders of my time-traveling pussy.

Needless to say, I was skeptical.

“I can prove it to you,” he said, moving towards me.

I pulled back a little bit. “I hardly know you, and I don’t think I can just cum in just like that,” I said, snapping my fingers.

He nodded, looking back towards the fire. “That is a talent which will come later, but you will have to teach yourself that.”

I sighed in exasperation.

Then, I fell promptly asleep.

I am not sure how long I slept. Hours? Days? Hello, years?

But when I woke up, the guy I had met when I first arrived was sitting in a corner of the cabin, chewing on something. He smiled when I rose.

“So, where am I?”

“You have a gift that you discovered a few years ago, but you haven’t yet learned to control,” he told me matter-of-factly.

I nodded. “Uh ... yeah ... kind of private.” Never told anyone about it.”

“You have never told anyone in your time. But you have to let others know at other times.”

I gulped. I was afraid when I discovered that I could time travel by making myself cum, that I might run into this. Damn, paradoxes.

I let out a breath of air in a huff. “So, how in the fuck do I control this?”

“You must have a teacher you can rely on.”

A glared at him. “Is that you?” I looked him over. He was a little bit older than me, but still pretty damn good-looking. I guess if I was going to have a teacher...

“We will have sex, yes,” he said bluntly. “But I am not to be your master. I am aware of your gift, but I know extraordinarily little about controlling it.”

I eyed him suspiciously. “OK. So, who is going to help me control my gift?”

“Someone you trust more than anyone else. She will be here shortly.

“When exactly is short?”

He shook his head. “I do not know. But I trust she will be here in good time.”

Three days later, I walked into the cabin.

Not me; I didn’t walk into the cabin.

I walked into the cabin. The other me. Another me.

Make sense?

Sure, as fuck didn’t to me.

Honest Man and I were working on some furs, cleaning them off when the cabin door opened.

He broke out into a big smile.

I let out a little scream when I saw a mirror image of me walking through the cabin door.

I mean, it was me. I could tell it was me. But I was a bit different. From the start, I could sense a slight aura around me, as if I had more awareness or something I wasn’t sure about.

Her eyes settled on me, and she smiled slightly, but her gaze darted around the cabin as if to ensure there was nothing else there. She held her head up a little and didn’t slouch like I did.

But she was still 18 years old. But, wow, was I stacked?

I was never chubby or anything, but I did have a couple of extra curves here and there. It made my tits a little bit bigger, which was nice. And some guys liked the extra on the butt.

But the future is me, wow. Stacked beyond all belief. I was fucking perfect, and I didn’t look like I was starving to get that look.

Oh, did I mention that she was completely naked?

Yes, she was completely naked. Tan, all over that, made her hair seem even blonder. Not a disgusting, way-too-much tan, either, but an extremely healthy tan. The hair was all frizzled—no beaver hair. Tits pointing straight out. No makeup, be she didn’t need it. She looked like a fucking top-notch model.

Her eyes locked on me again, and she smiled. I have no idea what kind of effect my smile has on people, but this one almost knocked me to the ground. It was one of those smiles that would make the recipient do nearly anything for the person who delivered it.

She walked gracefully and swiftly to me and took me in her arms.

You read a lot in books about time paradoxes and how horrible it would be for a person from one time period to meet with themselves from another period because the same matter cannot exist in the same place at the same time.

Hell, maybe that is true ... but the whole thing where the two people explode when touching is complete bullshit. Later on, she explained that we were not the same matter – she was, in fact, a 77-year-old version of me and that all the cells in my 18-year-old body were not in my 93-year-old body. Sure, she looked like me – but a lot fucking sexier – but all of those cells had died off and been replaced by other cells through time. So, yeah, exploding me was not going to happen.

She hugged me tight. I could sense a slight electrical current flowing between us, literally.

Then she kissed me. And not like one of those kisses your aunt gives you, but one of those wow kisses. She put her finger under my chin, held it up and steady, put her lips on mine, slid her tongue inside of my mouth, and gave me a full-on “I wanna fuck you right now” kind of kiss. Again, I could feel little bits of electricity.

The electricity. About that. Okay, the part I mentioned earlier about all of my present cells being replaced by different cells from my future self was true. However, some of the old atoms still existed in both bodies. When those two cells meet, they try to bind. Hence the little electrical feeling.

It was one of the best kisses I had ever had in my young life.

No, who am I kidding? Up to that time, it was the best kiss I had ever had.

I felt my knees getting a little bit weak.

She laid me down in the furs, still kissing me passionately, and me kissing her back passionately. I swear I could feel little bits of electricity in my brain firing off on each other.

Next thing I know, her hand is between my legs. I was soaked to the bone by that time.

She grabbed my hand and put it on her pussy. She was soaked, too.

I pulled back for a second. “I ... this is weird...” I spoke.

She nodded and smiled. “But it is wonderful, isn’t it, Linda?” she smiled as she stroked my pussy. It feels bizarre to call you that.

I bit my lower lip as she slid a finger inside of me. “This is all very weird.” I opened my eyes and looked into her eyes. “This isn’t incest, is it?”

She laughed out loud. “We are not related. We are ourselves.”

I shrugged. Made sense to me. I slid a finger inside of her pussy, making her groan, and went back to kissing her.

All right, some more confession time.

When I came of age, I said I was horny for boys. That was true, mostly.

But Babe made me horny.

Whenever I played with myself and thought of boys, they were always generic, without a specific type of face.

Every once in a while, though, I would find myself fantasizing about Babe going down on me or me going down on Babe. I could make myself cum then, let me tell you! In real life, we had only exchanged little friendly hugs in stuff, but in the fantasy world, that girl gave me some incredible orgasms.

In short, I was horny for boys and rarely thought about sex with other girls, but it was not a foreign thought.

When I was kissing the future me, I was very horny for a girl. Well, a couple of them. Yes, it was incredibly hot watching me play with my pussy – but a few times, my mind would bounce back and forth and pretend it was Babe instead of me.

That made me even better.

But, when in the future I gently pushed the present on my back in the furs, spread my legs, and started eating me, it became all about me.

I could feel little bits of electricity going through my body when her tongue glided softly over my pussy. Gently licking at me as if I were her popsicle. As I mentioned earlier, I was soaked thoroughly, and I was gobbling that up! I mean, she was letting out little moans and groans, and I could see her humping the furs as she ate me.

She had both of her hands on opposite sides of my pussy, spreading it a little bit for her tongue and lips. Her tongue kept darting from my inner walls to my clit, giving me head with loving care.

It did not last long.

I felt the crackle, heard the snap, and watched the world turn light blue.

Oh. Yes! About that!

Babe always said that when I came with her, she would see the world turn white. Probably right from her point of view, I cannot see from her eyes.

But, for me, it was different. When I would cum, the world would either turn light blue or light red. To me, the world was either blue-shifting or red-shifting.

If I were cumming from vaginal stimulation, the world would appear to redshift. I was going back in time; I was essentially going away; I was red shifting. When I was cumming from clitoral stimulation, the world would appear blue; I was going forward in time; I was blue shifting.

So, when future me made present me cum for the first time, she was licking me internally and caused a red shift, causing us to travel forward in time.

Simple.

Because she had been going back and forth between my pussy and my clit, we only went forward a week or so. I hadn’t figured out how to control my cums at the time, so I guess she was doing it for me.

She kept on eating me after I came, going back and forth between my pussy and clit again. I came again; this time, the world turned red, and we were more or less back in our own time once more.

“Wow,” I said.

She grinned from between my legs. “Wow, yes, indeed.”

She crawled up and started kissing me passionately again, but this time I could taste my pussy juices. I wondered to myself if the pussy juices from my future self would taste the same.

I rolled her onto her back, diving between her spread legs with animal hunger. I devoured that pussy, eating with pure and simple lust.

She tasted a little different from me, but wow, did she taste fucking good!

She was also good and horny and came after a couple of seconds.

The world did not turn red or blue. It stayed the same.

“How did you do that?” I asked from between her spread legs.

“Trade secret,” she said, her breath coming in short, heavy gasps.

“So ... am I being let into the secret, or am I being left out in the dark?”

She sighed and sat up cross-legged. I wish I could, but I’m not at liberty to tell you too much. For some reason, the universe seems to prefer not to reveal too many of its secrets. I cannot tell you what will happen to you in the future.”

“Oh. Can you tell me how to get back?” I asked hopefully.

“Yes. Orgasms.”

“I kinda already knew that!”

She nodded. “I know.” She let out another sigh. I have much advice to offer you ... But I cannot. Again, the universe does not like too many answers being given. I cannot tell you about our future; I cannot offer any advice beyond what you already know.

“Bummer,” I said.

She nodded again. “We also cannot spend much time together.” She brushed her forearm. Little flakes of skin fell off her arm, the flakes sparkling slightly in the sunlight. “We do not explode into nothingness if we are together for too long – but the universe does not seem to like us being together for too long. Otherwise,” she shrugged. “There is too much of a danger of secrets being traded.”

“And what if you do tell me what happens in the future?”

I shrugged. “I have no idea. But it won’t be good. Things could change so much that if you try to return to your regular time, it will be gone.

“So, you can’t change the future. We can’t change the past, but we can change the future.”

“Not exactly. We can make very subtle changes that will help us in the future, but making a major change can be a terrible idea. Killing Hitler in 1908 might seem like a great idea, but it could lead to a worse future. Buying a couple of stocks to make yourself richer in the future is not such a bad idea. It’s a bit of a gray area, but trust me, you’ll figure it out.”

I nodded, staring at her in the eyes. “You are here, so I guess I do.”

She smiled. You’re getting a little bit of it, but you have a whole lot to do. The path is complicated, but it’s worth it. She pulled a device out of a nearby pile of furs. It resembled a large, silver calculator, with a screen that was much larger than that of a typical calculator and significantly more complex in design. She glanced at it and sighed to herself. “I have to be going now.”

She leaned over and gave me a loving kiss. “Farewell, lovely me, until I see you next time.” She placed her hands between her legs, began rubbing herself, and disappeared into a small flash of light.

I lay back into the furs, letting out a long sigh. My head was swimming, and I was fucking confused as fuck. I fell asleep for almost seconds.

I woke up to Real Man eating my pussy.

I’m not sure how long I’ve been asleep. It was daylight outside, but it looked like morning now.

I seem to remember having some very sexy dreams when I was out. A real man must have noticed that and took the opportunity to give me some head. I certainly was not going to complain. The man knew how to use his tongue.

“Hey there,” I said with a smile, looking down at him.

He smiled. “Hello.” He promptly put his head down and continued eating my pussy.

Just when I was about to cum, he pulled his head back, lay back in the furs, and let out a sigh. “I cannot make you orgasm,” he said in his usual as-a-matter-of-fact way.

“Why not?” I stammered. I wanted to cum.

“If you orgasm, we will travel through time. I cannot leave this place.”

“All right ... are you not allowed to leave this place, or are you physically unable to leave, or do you not want to leave?”

He smiled. “If only it were that easy.” He sighed again, resting his chin on his knees. “This is my place. This is where I was born; this is where I live, and this is where I will eventually die. You have told me about the many wonders of the other worlds out there, past and future. I have seen them with my own eyes. But that is as far as it can go. To see it in person...” he drifted off and shook his head.

“What?”
“It would drive me mad,” he said quietly.

I thought about it and nodded slowly. Those other worlds were his to know from future me, but they were not his to see.

I pulled my knees up, mimicking him, and put my head on top of them. “So, what do we do?”

He smiled. It seemed like a sad smile. “You will have to go soon. You must learn the ways to control your powers. And you must know them from the one who is best to teach you.

“You/’re talking about me, aren’t you? Am I going to get to fuck me again?”

He smiled again and shook his head. “It is not. We must get some rest. She will be here soon.” He rolled over and promptly fell asleep. Damn it, I hated how easy he made that look!

I rolled over and tossed and turned all night until I drifted into a fitful sleep.

The following day, it was raining hard.

Real Man awoke and prepared a filling, warm breakfast for us.

We ate in peace.

After we ate, he silently took my hand and led me outside.

It was raining cats and dogs out there. A nearby stream had broken its banks, flooding a nearby flood plain. But, unlike the future, it didn’t cause millions of dollars in damage. It was nature’s way.

In the pelting rain, we walked through the woods until we reached a spot that seemed rather nondescript compared to the rest of the trees and other features in the area.

“Your travel guide will be here soon,” he said, nodding and smiling.

A few moments later, I heard a nearby branch crack, and a figure dressed in a dark cloak, wholly covered, approached us.

Real Man smiled. “I now leave you in good hands.” He nodded at the cloaked figure as he walked past it, then disappeared into the woods and out of my sight.

I looked at the cloaked figure.

The clocked figure looked at me.

A hood was pulled over their head, enshrouding their face in shadow. The robe hung loosely lover the figure, reaching the ground, covering their feet.

I cleared my throat.

The figure only continued to look at me, then let out a long sigh.

“If you are not going to speak, I don’t know exactly what you expect us to accomplish,” I said after several minutes of awkward silence.

The figure held up a gloved hand.

“I am sorry,” said a soft, deep voice. “It has been so long since I have seen you ... so, so long.”

“Do we know each other?”

The figure nodded.

They pulled the cloak over their head.

Babe stood before me, a soft, sad look on her face. “Oh, Linda,” she said quietly, her voice almost cracking. I’ve missed you so much. Oh, so much.”

My hands automatically went to my mouth, a small gasp escaping my lips.

Needless to say, when I realized where I was, I thought I would never see her again. Yes, sure, I knew I had these powers to travel through time – but I had no idea how the fuck I would ever end up back with her again.

I need to go back again and explain more things about Babe.

I told you that we were lifelong friends.

I also mentioned that I thought she might have had a little crush on me. But I was not sure.

You know what it’s like being young and confused and all that. I was certainly all of that. Yeah, I lusted after boys.

But deep down inside, I liked the girls, too.

I mean, how was it going to look to the rest of the school when they found out one of their head cheerleaders often fantasized about eating out with her best friend?

Oh, yes. There was that. Yes, I had a massive crush on Babe. A HUGE Crush.

I got some fairly good damn grades in school. To many of the other students and teachers, I was a smooth talker.

But not around Babe. No, even after all of those years, I could turn into a babbling idiot around her.

It drove me fucking crazy. I mean, the harder I tried to impress her, the more I turned into ... well, into a ditz.

I will not lie. I had quite a few tearful evenings as I grew up, becoming increasingly frustrated that I couldn’t express my true feelings for her.

In the end, it was our friendship that prevented me from saying anything to her. I did not want to lose our friendship.

Again, when I was young, I had a reputation as a young woman who could get any young man she wanted. I had a reputation for being able to get any young woman I wanted.

The problem was that I cared deeply about and was fond of the young woman I genuinely wanted, and I was terrified of revealing the whole truth to her. I didn’t want to ruin our friendship. I feared she wouldn’t feel the same way for me and that our friendship would come crashing down.