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Chapter One "Jennifer's Mall Has It All"

I've gotten it. You know that old saying, "Be careful what you wish for because you just might get it"? Well, I've got it. And I'm ecstatic about it. I have the power to stop time, and now I can do all of the things that I've wanted to do. I'm a bit of a nakedness freak. I love to see women's naked bodies. But I do have my limitations. I promised myself never to look at anyone I work with. It would just make it too weird. I'd see them and know that I could see all of them if I wanted to at any time. And that would just succeed in making me feel like I was violating them. I consider these people friends and I just couldn't do it to them, to perfect strangers, that's a whole different story. And women that I feel have treated me badly, they are a different story all together too. Take Jennifer for instance. She was someone I thought I could really fall for. in fact, I did. But she decided to take advantage of me, so with my new found powers, I decided to take advantage of her.

I followed her to work. Jennifer's a manager at a shoe store that I would never shop in. But I just followed her inside quietly until I thought she was really into working and not distracted by me. She had on what I like to call a power suit. She wore a black blazer over a white silk blouse. She rolled her coat sleeves up just a bit so the white would show. She wore her green silky materialized slacks and tucked the ends of them into her long black boots. She is really a looker and I guess that's what prompted me to her. I've been hooked ever since. She was wearing her glasses that day, I guess her contacts were bothering her. But they made her look important, smart. She looked like someone that if I didn't know her, would never be able to imagine being naked. She just looked too powerful. That's the beauty of this power. I can really feel like everyone is equal because I can see them the way they originally came into this world. Sans anything. No jewelry, no glasses, no tight fitting jeans. Nothing.

I sat outside the shop on one of the mall benches facing her. She was in front dealing with some young girl handing her a bunch of shoe boxes. In a way, I almost felt sorry for her. She didn't have to deal with all this stuff now, not if she had what I had. But she doesn't. She stood up straight and tilted her head back a bit so that it rested on the wall behind her and closed her eyes. That was the position I wanted. I snapped my fingers and the constantly echoing sounds of footsteps and children screaming for another quarter for the gumball machines stopped. It still takes me awhile to get used to the sudden silence that occurs every time I "snap". It's as if someone just yanked your earphones off your head when you've been blasting The Beatles into them for a long time. I sat up and stretched and nearly hit a man next to me who was smoking a cigarette. The smoke had just left his lips and hung there like the clouds in the sky. I took the cigarette out of his hand and snuffed it out in the ashtray behind me. I hated cigarette smoke. This was one of the many advantages of being able to "snap". The air doesn't move so nothing can filter in with it. No polluted air from diesel fueled Mercedes. Just clean fresh air.

I started walking toward Payless listening to my sneakers squeaking across the newly waxed floors. I brushed past an old Mexican woman who was in the middle of yelling at a little boy. I tapped her on the forehead and let out a little laugh. Normally I would have done something to her because I hate it when people yell at their kids in public. I probably would've put a wad of paper in her gaping mouth, but my agenda was Jennifer.

I finally got to the counter and got a close look at her face. Her left hand was about to go to her hair to brush it back, I supposed, but I "snapped" so that it looked like she was extending her hand to me like a handshake. I shook it and said, "Hello to you too, Jennifer" to her slack face. "It's good that I caught you here at this time and place." I went around the counter and realized that it was a little cramped to do anything here, so I had to lean her against me and dragged her with her heels combing the floor. I didn't want to do anything right there anyway. Even though no one could see me doing this. I still felt weird if anyone was in sight. Or even frozen facing in my direction. So I dragged Jennifer along the tiled floor of the mall looking for a nice little opening where I could get a good look at her. The heels of her boots made this rumbling sound as I dragged her. Luckily for me she was pretty light so she wasn't much work. I realized that taking her boots off would've made it easier for me, but I really wanted to keep myself in suspense and not see any part of her until we were alone. I finally got down to the other end of the mall across from the coffee cart. The floor was carpeted and the place was empty and spacious. No one was really ready to have their coffee at eleven in the morning, most people were at work. I dragged Jennifer to the far end and leaned her against the wall just as she had been at Payless. I sat down Indian style on the floor next to her and took a breather. Light or not, she was a pretty heavy thing to be dragging halfway across the mall. When I caught my breath, I got to work.

I rearranged her so that she looked like she was standing at attention so I could get her away from the wall. I moved her arms so that they were close to her sides, but weren't touching them. It took a little while because I wanted her to keep her head leaning back like it but I didn't want her to look awkward. I stood back and looked at her. She was stunning all right. Just stunning. I wanted to see what her feet looked like (I've got a fetish for feet) so I lay her down on the floor and pulled her boots off. She wasn't wearing nylons like I thought she might. But she had on white tubes socks, similar to the ones I had on. I was happy about that because if she had on those nylons that went all the way up, I'd have to take her pants off and I wanted to see her barefooted first before I saw the rest of her. I reached up her left pant leg and peeled the sock off her leg. She wasn't wearing any nail polish which made my member stand at attention. Don't ask me why that happens. It just does. I reached up her other leg and took off her other sock. Her feet were somewhat pale and bare. I brushed the bottom of her feet with my fingertips in an attempt to tickle her. I wonder if when I started time, if she'd feel it? I took out the container of Wet Wipes out of my backpack and wiped her feet clean. I did this so that I could suck on her right big toe. I sucked it for a little while, three times, and left a little trail of my saliva on it. I went to her face and thought it would be more fun if her eyes were open for all this. So I took off her glasses and opened each of her eyelids and realized that I opened them too far. She looked like Marty Feldman with her eyes bulging out like that. I fiddled with them for a while until she had the look I wanted, that sated, almost starry eyed look just as if she had just experience the greatest orgasm she had ever experienced. Just her look alone made me want to whale on my bone, but I kept myself in check. I put her arms straight above her head so that I could get her coat off. I threw it over with her socks and boots in the corner. I started fumbling with her blouse as I undid her buttons on by one. For some reason, I can never get myself to relax when I take shirts off women. I got down to the last button, put her arms so that they were straight out by her sides, as if her body was making a "T" shape, and spread the two sides of her blouse apart. Her breasts inside her white bra looked full and round. They never looked like that through her shirts. I decided to leave her shirt partly on and her bra on while I pulled her pants completely off. She was wearing white panties just as lacy and flowery as her bra. They were probably a set. By this time, my member was throbbing and begging to be let out. So I took this time to remove all my clothes, all the while staring at Jennifer's lovely sated look. When I was completely naked, I straddled her so that I was nearly sitting on top of her stomach and undid the button in the middle of her bra. It was a surprise to me that her tits didn't pop out like tits usually do, but I guess most of the laws of physics don't apply unless I want them to. Her nipples were soft and pink and didn't show any signs of horniness. I guess it's pretty hard to get horny in a room full of screaming kids and customers. I tapped her left breast with my dick just to watch how it quivered. I knelt beside her and pulled her underpants completely off. Her pubic hair was thin and a little darker than her blond top. I spread her legs apart as far as they could go. I peered into her hole and touched her clitoris with my fingertip, dry as a bone. My member was really begging for it now so I got my bottle of lotion out of my backpack and smeared it all over it. I bent Jennifer's legs and brought her up to a seated position so that I could position underneath her. I squeezed some lotion into her bush, lay her legs on my shoulders, and guided my member into her. It was strange at first to be holding her by the waist and pumping her up and down on top of me. Her face still had that sated look and her arms were still straight out at her sides. I stopped pumping and opened her mouth wide so at least she looked like she was enjoying it. She probably would have been anyway, but just knowing that I was fucking her without her knowing it made it all the more exciting. My moans started echoing through the silent mall and when I finally shot my load, I pulled Jennifer's face close to me and dug my tongue through her mouth so that I could stifle my cries just a bit. I stood up, leaving Jennifer in a seated position and cleaned myself up. I cleaned Jennifer up a bit too. I didn't want her to feel any more stickiness that my come and the lotion would already give her. So after washing her out a bit, I put her clothes back on, but leaving her panties, bra, and socks off. I wanted to keep them as souvenirs and I wanted to see her face when I started time and she realized she wasn't wearing them anymore. I refreshed her makeup, rearranged her face and body to the same position as when I snapped. I dragged her back to the store and leaned her against the wall, just as I had found her and snapped my fingers. She ran her fingers through her hair as the mall came roaring back to life. She wiped her forehead with the back of her hand and suddenly her eyes opened wide. She went to her waist and tried to where her pantyline may would have been. She then tried to casually touch her left breast and realized that she was braless. I got up from the bench at that point and walked away, smiling the entire time.

Chapter Two "Kelly Knocking On The Wall"

My experience with Jennifer at the mall had really given me a thrill unlike any other I had ever had. I had the power to do what I wanted to anyone I wanted to. I had to be careful not to let the power overcome me and take control of my life. I made myself a promise that I would try to keep myself from using this power for evil purposes.

I went home later that evening stopping time as the sun was just beginning to set along the horizon just so that I could enjoy the majesty of the moment. I walked past young couples holding hands and cuddling on park benches watching the beautiful sight. It made me realize how fortunate I was. Most people are unable to stop and truly enjoy the world for all that it is. And now I could actually take the time to smell a budding flower, or look at the orange and purple streaks along the sky as the sun sets. And I didn't have to worry about running late for work, getting stuck in traffic, or getting mugged. I literally had all the time in the world. I found the experience to be very Zen-like and relaxing.

I stopped off at a McDonalds around the corner from my apartment building and went upstairs. I stuck my key into the doorknob and heard a rhythmic churning sound in the distance. As I walked into my apartment. I realized that it was coming through the walls in my bedroom. I went to my bedroom and noticed the sound getting louder. It was more distinct now, it was my neighbor, Kelly. My nightstand had taken the brunt of the blows as her bedpost knocked against my wall. Pictures of my family had fallen to the floor and my degree from UNC had fallen to my bed. But the banging was more constant. It was sounding like a two step. It was so consistent and rhythmic that I nearly began dancing to it.

I had only met Kelly a few times before. Every now and then, my mail and hers would get mixed up and I end up taking it to her apartment. Kelly is a beautiful woman. Her blonde hair only went to her neck but was styled on top so that the bangs stood from her forehead and fell at the tips like leaves on palm trees. She was fairly tall, 5'7" or so with beautiful brown eyes. She always greeted me with a smile when I'd deliver her mail to her and always offered me a drink or something she had concocted in her tiny kitchen for dinner. Her little girl voice was soothing to the ears just as a warm brandy is soothing to the taste. But I just shyly smiled and declined when I saw her boyfriend standing beside her in the doorway. Brian was tall and well built and looked like he played football in college. He never threatened me with any harsh looks or with a threatening voice. In fact, he was just as cordial as Kelly was. That was the problem. She was gorgeous and he was handsome, and I just felt strange about the whole idea of sitting at a dinner table with this beautiful young woman and her boyfriend. I knew that I'd never be able to make any kind of meaningful conversation knowing the whole time that I wanted this woman.

The rhythmic banging started again later that night about two in the morning as I lay in bed. It was more intense now, I could hear the moaning and groaning through the walls. It was mostly Kelly's voice. Just the sound of Kelly having passionate sex made my member stand at attention. Images of that heavenly body gyrating and sweat glistening on every part of her fair skinned body were just too much for me. I snapped my fingers and the noises stopped. I just had to experience this for myself.

I pulled on my sweatpants and a jacket and stepped out onto the fire escape hoping to get a better view from her window. I walked over and stretched over the railing to sneak a peek of Kelly's heavenly body. I reached over to her windowsill for better balance. I could only see the edge of her bed in a reflection from a mirror in her living room. I saw two hairy legs stretched out near the edge and I could see a little of a unpainted toenail near the stretched out leg's knee. My God, I thought, she's on top! As I stretched out to get a better look, I pushed upward on her window and found that it was open! I pushed it up further so that the opening was big enough to climb through. My hard member made it a little more difficult to maneuver through the window, but I managed to make it inside.

I brushed the dirt off my jacket and closed the window behind me. Even in the stopped time period, I could still smell the scent of passionate sex in the air. The apartment was dark except for the light coming from the open bedroom door. I walked quickly toward the door and looked at the sight on Kelly's bed.

Brian was tied to the bedposts with white silk scarves around his wrists. His face was frozen in an expression of sheer ecstasy. His eyes were closed and his mouth slightly open. Kneeling on top of him was Kelly. Her back was to me but I could see her head thrown back. Her blonde hair a short banner trailing down her neck. The soles of her feet were white from the lack of blood rushing through her legs. Her ass was so round and firm that I walked over and caressed it, feeling the wetness of her perspiration. I sat on the bed beside them and looked at her.

Kelly's face was slack. Her eyes were closed and her mouth lay open as if she had just let out a moan. I peered inside of her mouth and could see her tongue just beginning to hit the roof of her mouth. Some of her golden bangs lay damp and stuck to her forehead. Beads of sweat formed on her round and protruding breasts. I leaned over and licked the drop just about to fall from her erected, pink nipple. I ran my tongue around past her nipple and toward her other one, licking around the faint freckles that formed a line in the small space between her breasts. Her hands grasped Brian's waist and I could see that she had just completed a downward thrust as Brian's member disappeared beneath Kelly's neatly trimmed blonde pubic hair.

I slowly stood on the bed behind her and put my hands under her arms and lifted her off Brian's dick. I placed her on the floor on her side and noticed that the gap in her crotch remained open as if Brian's stiff cock was still in her. I looked over at Brian. I was glad to see that the two of them practice safe sex. But his six inch member standing at full attention, wasn't exactly a sight I wanted to see. I untied him from the bed and pulled him off the bed and slid his body under it. I squirmed a bit as the tip of his shaft scraped against the coils under the mattress. I knew that he wasn't going to feel it, but I sure thought I did.

I took my clothes off and looked over at Kelly, lying on her right side with that wonderful pussy looking at me, inviting me and knew that there was something that I could try with my new found power. I carried Kelly back to the bed and positioned myself on the bed just as Brian was. I put on a condom and carefully lowered Kelly onto my throbbing dick. Even in this frozen period of time, her pussy was warm and juicy. I thought I might cum right then and there!

I knew that I was about to take a chance, but I just had to experience Kelly riding me at least once. I closed my eyes and concentrated. I only wanted to unfreeze Kelly, otherwise Brian might realize that he was under the bed instead of on it and I would be in serious trouble. I slowly opened my eyes and stared at Kelly's face. At first nothing happened, then I thought I saw her cheek twitch. Then an eye fluttered. Suddenly, slowly but surely, she started to ride me up and down. It was as if I had hit the slo-mo button on my VCR. Her little girl grunts were sounded deeper and slowed down. I looked over at the alarm clock on her nightstand and noticed the second hand hadn't moved! I did it! I looked back up at Kelly, her eyes still closed and her breathing was slow. I concentrated harder and she gradually began to pick up speed. Her groans and moans began to raise in pitch. Then I had her up to regular speed and the same rhythmic banging I had heard so many nights before were in full effect. Her grunts were passionate and beautiful to my ears. I could see sweat beading up on her forehead once again.

"Oh Brian oh Brian oh Brian oh my GOD OH BRIAN OH BRIAN..." she started to say in a gasping voice. Her eyes were still closed and her breathing was heavier now. Her nipples turned a darker shade of pink and she grabbed my sides with her hands.

"OH GOD OH BRIAN OH GOD!" she started to say and I could feel my own orgasm rising inside of me. Her shrieking got louder. "OH GOD OH GOD OH GOD OH BRIAN OH OH OH OH!!!"

I had closed my own eyes until I realized her voice was reaching a higher pitch and her breathing got faster.

"OHGODOHBRIANOHGODOHBRIAN..." Kelly started to sound like one of the Chipmunks! I had lost my concentration! But her pace had quickened and I was reaching my peak. I let it out with a load moan and saw that Kelly had opened her eyes and looked at me. I froze for a second and sighed in relief when I realized that in my panic, I had frozen her once again.

I sat up and stared at her face. Her deep brown eyes had a surprised look to them. I know that she had seen me for at least a second. Her mouth was slightly opened and a drop of sweat formed on one of her bangs. I kissed her on the lips and probed her mouth with my tongue savoring her taste. I pushed her gently off my now softening member and placed her on her back and got a good look at the gap in her crotch. Her pussy lips were pink and sopping wet. I got a look at her pale feet and unpainted toenails as she lay in that position. They were so pretty and petite. Her feet and her voice were that of a little girl, but she was all woman otherwise, as I had now been able to find out first hand. I peeled off the condom and put my clothes back on. I grabbed Brian from under the bed and placed him back on the bed just as I had found him. I tied his wrists back to the bedposts and tilted Kelly upright until she was back on Brian's member. I gave her a quick kiss on the lips and hid in the closet as I started time again.

Kelly had stopped bucking and Brian's moans suddenly cut short.

"What's the matter, Hon?" Brian asked her.

Kelly hesitated before answering. "I...I...nothing. It's just those last few minutes were....different for me."

Brian looked confused but Kelly leaned over and kissed him before he could answer.

I smiled as I stopped them in the middle of the kiss and headed out through the window to the fire escape.

Chapter Three "Myra, All Myra"

Over the next few weeks, I would stop by and "visit" with Kelly and Brian, paying close attention to the sounds coming from the walls. I snapped just as Kelly was reaching her orgasm. I got pretty good at it too. One night, I caught Kelly on her back with her legs spread open. Her face was a frozen mask of pure ecstasy, her eyes rolled back in her head and her mouth gaping ready to let out a scream. Brian was standing on the side of the bed busily pumping away, as I pulled him away from Kelly, a stream of sperm shooting from his shaft froze in the space between him and Kelly's crotch. Needless to say, I saved Kelly from a possibly unwanted pregnancy. But my nights at Kelly's were taking away from me preparing to go back to school again, so I started hitting the books and let Brian and Kelly have their fun. I started for my Master's degree.

The first day of night school was a little more difficult than I thought it was going to be. The teacher wasn't the problem, actually, I found Mr. Watts a very good speaker and easy to follow. The course work wasn't the problem either. Even though, I hadn't taken science courses in years, I found that it all came back to me as if I had never left school. The problem was the pretty oriental girl that sat on the other side of the room.

Listening to roll call, I found out her name was Myra. She was a beautiful woman with long black flowing hair and deep brown eyes slightly hidden behind her glasses. Her skin was light which complimented her hair wonderfully. She had soft, pouty lips that she bit on as she furiously scribbled down notes from the blackboard. I was having more trouble concentrating in class than I'd ever had before. Myra was probably the brightest one in the class, always answering questions and raising new ones when she found it necessary. I was certainly impressed. And I guess Mr. Watts was also.

One night during a lecture, I found my head bobbing up and down and my eyes slowly fluttering. I guess constant time stopping can be worse than jet lag so I stopped time for a moment in class and took a quick nap. When I woke up a bit of time later, (I didn't know exactly when since my watch didn't work during my snap periods), I looked around the room. Everyone seemed to be paying close attention to Mr. Watts as he scribbled on the board. Of course now nothing was happening. Mr. Watts stopped in the middle of writing "photosynthesis" and I found out that I wasn't the only one finding it hard to stay awake in class. An older woman had her head on the desk and was drooling on it as she slept. I laughed as I reached into her purse and placed a handkerchief and wadded it up near her mouth.

I walked up to Myra. She had a concerned look on her face as she stared intently at the blackboard; hand under her chin, eyes focused at the board, her hand holding her pencil as if she had been tapping it. I pushed the man sitting beside her away from the desk and took a seat beside her just so that I take a closer look at her. She was even more beautiful up close. She had only the faintest touch of makeup around her eyes and a bit on her lips to bring out her color. I reached up and took her glasses off. Her eyelashes were long and slightly curled upward. I looked down at her clothes. She was a stylish dresser, simple but elegant. She had on a black and white blazer that covered a black dress. She had nude stockings and black shoes. I reached out and touched her cheek, caressing it with the back of my hand. She was soft and silky as the dress she wore, and I could feel that all too familiar feeling stirring just below my belt.

I dragged her and her chair out into the empty hallway looking for a warmer place. Myra was a slender person and dragging her through the halls was much easier than I expected. I finally stopped at a professor's office. His door was wide open. It was a perfect place. The floor was carpeted and he had a large enough couch for two. I dragged Myra inside, pulled the professor away from his desk in his rolling chair, and wheeled him outside the office, closing the door behind me. I carefully lifted Myra under her arms off the chair and onto the couch. I took the pencil from her hand and adjusted her body so that her legs stuck straight out from the couch and her arms were away from her sides. I sat down and took a breath for a moment and studied her. Myra looked like a professional. She had the poise and the intelligence of one. Maybe she was a law clerk studying to be a lawyer, or maybe a pharmacist studying to be a doctor. But whatever she was, she was mine for the time being.

I put her legs across my lap and took her shoes off. Through her thin nude stockings I could see her well manicured and unpainted toes. They looked so luscious and pretty that instead of reaching up her dress and pulling down her hose, I tore the tops of them with a paper opener from the professor's desk, peeling the stockings off her feet like I would peel a banana. When I peeled them down to her calves, I cut them off with a pair of scissors. I leaned over and kissed her toes, then began sucking on her big toes at the same time. Her feet were warm and soft, she must take good care of them. I took her blazer off and saw her sleeveless dress underneath. Figuring that it would be easier from a standing position. I lifted Myra to her feet, straightened her up at the waist and had her standing with her arms at her sides, her face still holding that look of concentration. I didn't want to fix that just yet. I undid the shiny gold buttons on the front of her desk and parted the sides so that the dress fell from her shoulders to the floor. Myra, the beautiful, intellectual Chinese girl from class now stood before me nearly naked in a lacy black bra, matching panties and a black garter belt holding up her torn pantyhose. I marveled at that last thought. This is a woman who I would probably never see this way and yet her she was and there were going to be no repercussions.

I lifted her arms above her head so that her chest lifted slightly and undid the snap in the back of her bra. Her grapefruit sized breasts fell free and her brown nipples poked out at me slightly. Using the scissors, I cut the sides of her panties and pulled them and the rest of her stockings away revealing a wonderful mound of her dark pubes. I lowered her to the professor's desk and took all of my clothes off. My cock sprung free and was ready for action. I straightened her legs out until they were perpendicular to the floor, spread them as far as they could, and positioned myself so that my cock was ready to fire away at her unknowing crotch. I put on a lubricated condom and started pumping away all the while looking into Myra's eyes and her distant, concentrated look. Even in this frozen time period, her breasts jiggled as I pounded stroke after stroke into her. As I kept going, I found that look distracting. I mean, I know that she really wasn't there to enjoy it, but it looked too much like she wasn't enjoying it. So I reached over, closed her eyelids, and parted her soft lips. At least now, my imagination could take over now. I leaned over and kissed her just as I spent my load into her. I continued pumping away until I felt the last drop leave my cock. I pulled out from her and sat down on the couch. From that angle I could see the position Myra had taken, her legs high in the air and spread out with her crotch for the whole world to see. I started to wonder about what she was like. Was she a sweet and quiet girl who said very little and did her work? Was she cold and frigid toward men who approached her and hit on her? Was she secretly into bondage and watersports when she wasn't working on finding a cure for cancer or writing her opening statements for court? Just the idea of this woman in those positions and seeing her in the position on the desk now, made my member ready for a second run.

I lifted Myra from the desk and positioned her so that she was kneeling in front of the couch with her cute fair skinned ass facing me. I spread out her cheeks and pushed my member as far as it could go. It was tight and warm and so wonderful! I started pumping away at her ass looking at the back of her head as her face pressed into the cushions of the couch with each thrust. I came harder the second time than I did the first with her, sweat dripping from every pore of my now aching body. I straightened up Myra's body and lay her beside me on the couch adjusting her so that she cuddled her naked body next to mine; her arms around me and one leg over my leg. I closed my eyes, suddenly feeling something I realize I hadn't felt before. I shook my head slightly dismissing the thought and kissed Myra on the forehead drifting off to sleep.

Chapter Four "On The Set of 90210"

Every class meeting turned into a carnal festival for me after that first night with Myra. I'd stop time when things Mr. Watts' lectures got boring, (which was a lot) and then strip Myra nude and make love to her until I was sore. I started to get bolder with my powers and getting more experimental with every snap period. One night, I paused Myra as she was talking to the teacher and took her from behind right on top of his desk. I just lifted her skirt and yanked down her pantyhose and underwear as far as I could and wailed away. But class soon ended and even though I could find Myra anytime I wanted to, I decided that I had had my way enough with her and never saw her again.

After school ended, I took some time off from work, (a few days was all I needed.) and flew to Los Angeles. I figured that I would really have some fun and fulfill some true fantasies of mine, and I would start in Hollywood.

LA was just as awful as I remembered it. There was a mixed scent of smog and suntan lotion in the air. Not even a snapped walk through the City of Angels seemed to help my lungs. I "borrowed" a bicycle from a young native (who I managed to leave with her breasts and crotch exposed as I sat her on a park bench next to a homeless man) and peddled my way until I reached the FOX studios.

There were hundreds of people frozen in various states of rushing. I passed dozens of people in their cars trying to eat, talk on their cellular phones and sip their Avian water bottles all at the same time. It was quite a sight. Here I was gliding through traffic during lunch hour without a care in the world. That thought, and the thought of the starlets of 90210 at my reach put a huge smile on my face.

I finally found the set and saw the camera crews filming a scene between Jason Priestly and Luke Perry. I just shook my head because it looked like another confrontational scene. The show itself was pure trash, but there were certainly some beautiful women on the show.

The first trailer I found belonged to the producer's daughter, Tori Spelling's. I always thought that she looked a little like a fish, but her hairstyle looked so much like Drew Barrymore's (another fantasy of mine) that I just grew more attracted to her. I slipped past the people in front of her door and walked in. It was hardly glamorous inside. It was nice as trailers go, but I would feel cramped sitting here all day waiting for my turn in front of the cameras. I looked over to the back and there lay Tori, wearing a white terrycloth robe, and white tube socks. I must've caught her as she napped. A half eaten sandwich sat on a plate beside her bed. Her left arm and leg hung off the bed. Her socked foot grazing the trailer floor. Her outstretched hand lay palm up and half closed.

I kneeled next to her bed and rested my chin on her hand. Tori's hands were soft. Her fingertips tickled me a bit as I made them brushed against my neck. I reached out and caressed her face, tracing across her eyebrows, over her closed eyelids, and ending by running my index finger across her slightly parted lips. I undid the loose knot around her waist and parted the two sides of her robe. She was wearing a white bikini top and the matching bottoms underneath. Apparently she was about to shoot a scene on the beach or at the swimming pools or something. I even let out a little gasp. She looked very beautiful and serene lying there half dressed and sound asleep. Even in this frozen world, she felt soft and looked radiant.

I reached underneath her and bent her at the waist until she was in a sitting position. My ability to defy physics still amazed me. Tori's hair was still spread out to the sides just as it had been as she lay on the pillow. Her seated position looked more like an abdomen workout as she sat slightly tilted with her arms lying out the sides and one legs still dangling off the bed. It was quite an erotic looking slight. I slipped her arms out of the robe and draped it on the bed behind her. I then pulled her socks off waiting a moment to admire her toes and then finally slipped the knot of her bikini top.

Her ample breasts lay against her chest just as they would if she were lying down. It didn't matter much. They were beautiful anyway. I undid the knot on the side that was holding her bikini bottom in place and removed it from her, revealing her dark blonde bush. I was ready to explode. Here was a star of a television show frozen in one of the most exotic positions I had ever created. I started and stopped time for the briefest of instances so that her hair and breasts followed the laws of gravity. She hadn't moved from her position too much. I caressed her breasts, running my thumbs across her pink nipples. I wondered if I started time slowly enough so that my rubbing would excite her a little? I started time so that a second to her was a minute to me. I rubbed my thumbs faster and watched her nipple begin to harder. Her lips started to part and she started to lick her lips. I froze her with that look on her face and gave her a deep throated kiss, letting her tongue fill my mouth as I ran mine around hers. I put my hand between her thighs and felt the wetness beginning. By this time, by cock was ready to spring, but I decided that I had gone far enough with Tori. I put her bikini suit away in my duffle bag as a souvenir and put her robe back on. Slowly, I lay her down on the bed again. I left her robe open exposing her slightly. I decided that this was enough. I didn't want to sleep with Tori. I wanted to wait for another of her cast members.....

Chapter Five "I Dream Of Jennie"

I snuck out Tori Spelling's trailer taking one last look at her partially clad body and stepped back out into the hot and smoggy LA air. I looked around again at all the hands frozen in place around the lot. There where plenty of beautiful women carrying props, shuffling scripts, or running errands for the directors, but I only had my eye out for one woman in particular.

As I searched for Jennie Garth's trailer or her heavenly body, I saw a young woman sitting in the lunch area about to take a bite of a hot dog. She was a brunette, slender, and dressed for the LA heat with her white halter top, blue cutoffs, and white tennis shoes. She had a newspaper in one hand and the hot dog in the other. Her eyes were glued to the paper as her mouth lay in an open position. The hot dog looked really tasty and I suddenly realized that I hadn't eaten since I left for the airport. I sat down beside the brunette and took a bite of the hot dog, trying to avoid her long slender fingers. I chewed happily as I stared down her top and into her cleavage. I reached out and touched her mounds. I smiled to myself and decided to have a little fun with her.

I reached into my duffel bag for a pair of scissors. I pulled the fabric away from her chest and cut through the middle of her halter right in her cleavage. I parted the two pieces of cloth exposing her round, pert breasts. Her two brown nipples stuck out like buttons. I took another bite of the hot dog and stared at them. By now, I was feeling very bold so I opened out of the mustard packets on the table. I dipped my finger in it and painted her pointed nipples until they were completely yellow. I then started painting her lips and eyebrows until they were just as yellow. I wiped my finger across her forehead and took the last bit of hot dog out of her hand. I kissed her on the cheek, leaving a ketchup and mustard lip print. I took a can of soda from another woman nearby and headed out to continue my search for Jennie Garth.

After a few more time experiments, (which included turning a "nude" love scene for a TV movie into a XXX NUDE love scene) I wandered back on to the 90210 lot passing Luke Perry and Jason Priestly again wondering if I was ever going to find her. I leaned against a cardboard background and looked over to a makeup chair to see a young blonde woman surrounded by two makeup artists.

Jennie was leaning back in the chair, eyes closed while a man and a woman applied her foundation and lip gloss. I was at a loss for a moment. Here she was, finally, after watching her and falling in love with the image on television, here she was in the flesh. She was wearing a dark blue blazer suit, nude stockings, and black heels. I leaned in close to get a whiff of her scent and closed my eyes. It was sweet and succulent like a bed of freshly cut red roses. I moved my head back from her face still admiring her aroma and nearly had a heart attack as I came face to frozen face with the two makeup artists.

I grabbed the female artist around her chest (coping a feel in the process) and dragged her away. I grabbed the male artist around the waist and pulled him close to the female artist. I positioned the man behind the woman, bending the woman at the waist. I lifted her dress up and yanked her panties and pantyhose down to her ankles. I unbuckled the man's belt and pulled his jeans and underwear down and saw that he already had an erection! I guess working that closely to Jennie Garth would excite any red blooded man. I spread the woman's ass cheeks and shoved the man's erection inside, waiting for the entry sound. I heard the little pop and headed back for Jennie.

I straddled the chair so that I was sitting on her lap and facing her. I moved her hair away from her eyes and caressed her face. I parted her lips slightly and reached inside her mouth with my finger just so that I could feel her mouth's wetness. I traced my glistening finger around her eyebrows and her lips. I leaned over and pressed my lips against hers letting my tongue probe inside her mouth and reveling in her lips' softness. As I kissed her I ran my hands down her arms and stroked her hair. I sat up and undid the buttons on her blazer and all the buttons on her black silk blouse underneath. I pushed the coat and shirt off her shoulders and down her arms, letting them fall to the floor. All she had on now was a strapless red bra holding in her immaculate breasts. She was gorgeous! I got up from the chair, (which was hard because I was hard!) and pulled her pants off revealing her red panties and garter belt holding her nude stockings. I was mesmerized! She was so beautiful that I thought I would come right then and there! I took her shoes off and unhooked the stocking from her garter. I slowly rolled the stocking down her right leg, caressing it as I worked it down her calf, ankle, and finally off her foot revealing her shiny red toenails and a gold toe ring. I then did the same with her left leg, enjoying the view of her unclad feet. I stood up and rummaged through the makeup kit on the table behind her, looking for nail polish remover and a cloth. I never liked painted toe nails and I wanted to see Jennie without them. I wiped her nails clean and cleaned her foot with soap and water. Once I was done I sucked on her big right toe.

I took all of my clothes off finally letting my throbbing cock free and carried Jennie to one of the bedroom sets. I lay her down atop the satin sheets and put her in a spread eagle position extending her arms and legs toward the four bedposts. I removed her silky bra letting her white creamy breasts free. Her pink nipples were slightly erect. Perhaps she was thinking about an upcoming scene with one of her leading men? I reached down and slipped by thumbs underneath the legs of her red panties and pulled them down her legs staring at her thin patch of pubic hair. It was just a touch darker than her platinum blonde hair. I could hardly contain myself. I guided myself inside her. Surprisingly, Jennie was already wet making it easy for me to work my way inside. Was she thinking about a love scene with Jason Priestly? I stared pumping faster and faster rocking the bed and in turn shaking Jennie's breasts. Was something happening? Her crotch started to get wetter and wetter and I could feel it contracting on my cock. I heard her let out a low moan. Was I losing the power? She stirred slightly and her hands reached up and touched my chest. Her eyes were still closed but now she was breathing heavily and moaning with each thrust. I wasn't sure what was happening, but I wasn't about to stop now. I could feel my orgasm rising from her moaning, I guessed that she was too. I let out a yell as I pulled out and shot my load on her bush, stomach, and breasts. A shot landed near her gaping mouth. As I lay down beside her, spent, I noticed that Jennie was frozen again. This time, her face was frozen in a state of ecstasy. Her eyes were squeezed shut, mouth gaping open. Her nipples turned a bright red and were fully erect. I reached down and stuck a finger in her crotch and felt the wetness. Somehow I had made Jennie fully participate with me and yet she was completely unaware anything was happening. This wasn't like when I froze time and took my neighbor's boyfriend's place underneath her and started time for her making her believe that she was riding her boyfriend. This was completely different. When I found Jennie, she was merely sitting back in a makeup chair getting prepped for a scene. I had taken control of her and made her an active participant!

I took one of the pillowcases and cleaned my sperm off of her. I carried her back to her chair and put her clothes back on. (sans bra, undies and hosiery of course) and put her back in the chair just as I found her, except for that undeniable look of ecstasy in her face. I took one last kiss from her, lingering on her soft lips. I hid out of sight and started time again and the world came roaring back to life. The two artists I had left in the rear entry position each let out a gasp and quickly pulled themselves together and back to work, each hoping the other didn't actually experience what had happened. Meanwhile, Jennie had sat up suddenly as if she had just awakened from a lucid dream. Her face seemed to suggest she was thinking, "Did that happen?"

I stood quietly with a smile on my face but my thoughts soon returned to the bedroom set with her. How had I done that? It appeared that I had a whole new power to explore...

Chapter Six "A Whole New Ballgame"

My experience on the 90210 set with Jennie Garth set my mind ablaze with new ideas for "experiments" to conduct. My timestopping ability had suddenly metamorphosed into a kind of body control where I could make a person do whatever I wanted them to do. I made Jennie an active participant in out timestopped sexual encounter. And now, I didn't have to feel like I was alone in this world I created for myself. I could involve anyone I wished.

I flew back home and immediately headed out to the mall for potential subjects. Summer was finally here and along with it came women in short shorts, tan legs, and halter tops. I got out of my car and snapped, turning the world silent, a silence that I still had a few problems adjusting to. I walked inside past a frozen mother and her crying child and into the mall. The store was very crowded. I stopped time just as people were digging through racks and boxes and stacks of clothes. Two older women were apparently fighting over a black bathing suit that probably never would have fit either of them. I laughed and continued into the mall entrance. My footsteps echoed through the spacious mall. I passed row after row of frozen families enjoying themselves and young teenage boys leaning over the railings ogling over the teenage girls. I stood beside a group of them and looked down to see who they were ogling at. Below was a small pack of teenage girls, probably on between 16 and 17 years old frozen in mid-step. One girl caught my eye. I ran down the steps and stood in front of her to get a better look.

She was fairly tall, maybe five-six or five-seven, blond, and had a pretty face, smooth and porcelain like, almost childlike. Her hair was wavy and permed which set off her green eyes. I had frozen her in the middle of a laugh and she had a goofy look on her face. I dug through her purse to find out who she was. I found her driver's license and found out that her name was Michele Wagner and she had just turned 17 a week ago. I checked the other six girls, but she was the most beautiful of the bunch. The only drawback was her wardrobe. Like many teenagers now o' days, she wore her clothes loose and baggy, hiding a blossoming figure underneath. I stood away from the girls and concentrated.

"Walk to me, Michele."

Her right foot twitched, and then the other, and then she walked toward me, only her legs moved. She still had the goofy grin on her face.

"Hop on one leg."

She tucked her right leg underneath her and began hopping with that same silly look on her face. It was strange! She was still frozen in time, but I had total control of all her movements. I mentally asked her stop and told her to relax her face. She closed her mouth and her face went slack. She looked as if she were in a trance. Her eyes were glazed over. It was strangely erotic to see this young girl in this state. I had her follow me back to my car. She stared blankly forward as nothing but her legs moved. I stopped walking just in front of a wall and watched her as she kept walking into the wall just as if she were a wind up toy stuck in a corner. I told her to stop. It was time to move to the next phase with my young experiment.

I drove back to my apartment complex (having to take the long way because of all the frozen cars on the main roads) and had Michele walk behind me. I got to the top of the stairs and nearly ran into my beautiful neighbor, Kelly. I hadn't seen her since Brian and her broke up. I heard the fights that they had been having and didn't "experiment" with her for the longest time. She had on a black skirt suit with a white blouse and her hair up in a bun. She held her purse as if she was in a hurry. I suddenly got very, very excited.

"Kelly, turn around and face me."

She turned to me and she stood at attention just in front of Michele. I had her look me in the eyes, relax her face, and put her hands at her sides. I opened the door to my apartment and had the two women stand in the middle of the room. I sat down on the couch and came up with a wonderful idea, but it was going to take some effort on my part. I closed my eyes and projected my thoughts outward...

One by one, they came to my door, knocking just as I asked them to do. First came Amanda, the new blonde girl who just moved in upstairs. She had her hair in a ponytail and had on blue jeans and a black T-shirt. She must have been painting her toenails because she walked in barefooted with tissues between her bright red toes. Next came Jennifer, the girl I first "experimented" on with my time stop powers. She came in wearing a red blazer, white blouse, and black pants. She apparently came from work. A few moments later, the last woman came to my door. Myra, the Chinese girl from my night class a few weeks back came in soaking wet with just a maroon towel wrapped around her. I must have caught her as she came out of the shower. Her long black hair lay damp (but not dripping) behind her. All of them had the slack faces and blank stares just as I mentally commanded them to do.

Five beautiful women stood at attention in the middle of my room. Michele, Kelly, Amanda, Jennifer, and Myra, all frozen and unknowing, but ready for my commands. I walked up to each of them wondering where I would start. I sat back down and had Amanda and Michele come forward. The other women stood by. I walked up to Michele, tilted her frozen form and lowered her till she lay flat on the ground.

"Amanda, take off her shoes and socks."

Amanda leaned down on one knee and slowly slipped Michele's black Nikes off. She then pulled off her white tube socks revealing her young feet, toenails with chipped red nail polish on them.

"Amanda, I want you to suck on Michele's toes."

Slowly, Amanda raised Michele's right leg off the ground until it stood straight up, perpendicular to her body. Amanda parted her lips, slipped Michele's foot into her mouth, and began sucking on them. I had Amanda start to sway and close her eyes so that it looked like she was enjoying it. It was quite an erotic scene. Amanda was sucking on Michele's toes and Michele lay still and unmoving. I let my release on Amanda go and she was frozen in her position, back arched, and her round ass sticking out.

I grabbed a pair of sharpest scissors and started snipping away at Amanda's clothing. I started up her jeans' leg from the back cutting away the cloth until all she had on were her silky black panties. I cut away at T-shirt leaving her clad only in her panties and matching black bra. I started on Michele's clothes with her jeans. She had a decorated pair of black panties with splotches of blue, red, and yellow. I pulled her shirt apart and cut away at it until all she had was her bra. My member stood at attention as I stepped back to look at my "artwork". Amanda's body was firm and fully developed. Her ample breasts were barely contained in her bra and they looked ready to spring free. Her legs were long and shapely, making her look taller than she was, and they lead to a round and smooth ass.

Michele's body was just as erotic, but in another way. She body was sexually imperfect and undeveloped as most 17 year old's bodies are. Her skin was much lighter than Amanda's, nearly pale. And underneath her designed panties and spread legs, I could see an untouched, small mound of pubic hair. Her apple sized breasts lay flat against her bra.

My masterworks had begun, but came the exciting part...

Chapter Seven "Performance Art"

I cut away the rest of Amanda's and Michele's clothes and left them nude and frozen in the toe sucking position while I went to the other girls. Kelly, Jennifer, and Myra stood staring blankly forward. I kissed each of the girls on the cheeks, stopping at Myra's wet cheek. It had to be at least 69 degrees in my apartment, yet Myra did not have on goosebump on her body. I felt cold just looking at her. But I guess in the frozen time period, nothing could be felt. For all Myra knew, she was still in her steamed bathroom shaving her legs. I pulled her towel off revealing her shapely wet body. Her nipples had hardened a bit and I could see that she had trimmed her pubic hair since the nights I "visited" with her during our class. Her cunt was almost bare. It thrilled me to see this beautiful, young, and intelligent Chinese woman do something so erotic! It suddenly started to get very hot in my apartment, it was mostly because of Myra.

I mentally commanded Kelly and Jennifer to carry Myra to my bedroom and lay her down on the bed. I positioned Myra's arms and legs until she lay on the bed in a spread eagle position, her hairless cunt in plain view. I stood behind Kelly and Jennifer and started removing their clothes, first their coats, skirts, blouses, until they stood before me in just their bras and panties. Kelly had on a silk red bra and panties. But Jennifer's bra and panties were more exciting. They were white, lacy and thin as saran wrap. I could see Jennifer's pinkish nipples peering through her bra and her blond bush between her legs. I instantly got hard as I ripped their undergarments off and looked at their heavenly nude bodies.

It took me little time to realize what I could do next. I gave Kelly and Jennifer commands to ravage Myra's frozen form. Jennifer crawled onto the bed and began thrusting her tongue in and out of Myra's cunt. Kelly leaned over and started licking away at Myra's erect nipples, lapping up droplets of water from her shower. Having Myra just lying there was a bit unexciting, especially since the other two girls were really going at it. I mentally commanded Myra to feel the sensations, but not be able to move her arms and legs. Soon enough, Myra's moans began to fill my bedroom. She thrashed her head from side to side as Jennifer continued to work on her crotch and Kelly on her breasts.

My member was really throbbing now as I called Amanda and Michele from the other room to join the other girls. Amanda lay underneath Jennifer's and began licking her pussy as Jennifer worked on Myra's. With her free hands, Amanda rubbed her breasts and fingered herself. Michele, the youngest of my performance artists, sat on Myra's face in a 69 position so that she could join Jennifer in licking Myra's cunt. It was quite a sight to see. I stripped off all of my clothes and told the girls to stop what they were doing and stand at attention at the sides of the bed. One by one, they stood up and I lay down on the bed. All the girls had the neutral faces as they did in the living room, but from each of them I could smell their dripping sex. It nearly made me lose my load, but I held firm and let out another mental command.

Michele climbed on the bed and lowered herself down onto my throbbing member. She was tight around me and I could hardly contain myself. I looked at Michele's face, and suddenly lost a little bit. She had a blank look on her face. I had forgotten about the timestop. Nothing was going on with her, she was just moving up and down on me. Only her crotch was responding to me. I had her throw her head back, shut her eyes, and let her mouth hang slack. At least that way, it looked more realistic. I was wondering why I couldn't control her they same way as I did earlier. I could feel my orgasm rising in me and with it, Michele's body moved faster and faster on top of me. Now my moans filled the room. I looked up at the other girls, all nude and all staring straight ahead. This time, it excited me. Michele was bouncing on top of me with the speed of a jackhammer. The bed felt like it would collapse. I let out with a yell as I filled her young pussy with my cum. As I let go, Michele started slowing down, as if she was plugged in and someone pulled the plug. Her bucking slowed down and them came to a halt, her head still thrown back, her eyes still shut, mouth still slack, and me still inside of her, but softening. I reached up and gave her pert breasts a squeeze, and then pulled myself out of her. I kept her on the bed in that position, walking around the bed and admiring her from every angle. I started a trail of kisses up her back, licking the little bits of perspiration her body had produced during her ride. The kisses led to her lips and I probe her mouth with my tongue, reveling in it's softness. It was starting to get me hard again. I carried Michele and put her on the floor, still in the riding position, and lay down on the bed, ready to give another of the girls a turn....

Chapter Eight "New Heights"

I let out a mental command for Amanda, the pretty new blonde from upstairs and for Kelly, my beautiful neighbor next door, to crawl onto the bed. They sat unmoving on the bed as I sat up and stared at their frozen nude forms. I knew very little about each of these women. They were both undeniably beautiful, but I knew little else. I had already had sex with Kelly in a timestop period, but I wondered what made her and her boyfriend Brian break up. Was it an unsatisfying romantic life? They were both as classy as two people could be, it saddened me a bit to think about them apart. Amanda was the new woman that I had only met once before. She lived alone directly above me. And unlike from Kelly's apartment, I heard very little coming from the ceiling. No bedsprings, no moans, nothing. Just the occasional late night movie on television. Perhaps Amanda was a lonely person, never finding the right person to be with.

I reached over and held one of each of their breasts in my hands, running my thumb over the nipples. I looked into Amanda's sparkling blue eyes and then into Kelly's brown eyes. I lay back down (carefully because I was stiff) and spread my legs.

"Amanda, I want you to start sucking on my cock."

She crawled closer to me and took me in her mouth. Her head bobbed up and down slowly at first, but I varied her speed occasionally. She held me by the waist and I controlled her lips and tongue to lick me all over. Her mouth was so soft and warm that I swore I could feel my cock swell even more than it was. My voice was shaky, but I gave Kelly a command.

"Kelly, come over to me and kiss me like you've never kissed anyone before."

Her face softened and relaxed as she sat on my stomach and probed my mouth with her tongue. She was taking my breath away gently, breathing in as our mouths locked together. I could feel her tongue touching mine and the sides of my mouth. Her eyes were locked with mine. It was almost scary, I could see that her eyes were vacant. No one was inside, although her body sure was. I closed my eyes and had Kelly close hers and we continued to kiss. Amanda began bobbing on my cock faster and faster.

I gave out another mental command and Jennifer and Myra leaned at the foot of the bed and took each of my big toes into their mouths, bobbing in rhythm with Amanda. It was a dream come true. Four beautiful women were working on me simultaneously. I opened my eyes and looked over to the side. Michele was still frozen in her riding position, mouth gaping, head thrown back and her blonde hair trailing like a banner. She started bucking up and down on the floor just as she did when she was riding me. I guess in my aroused state, I was getting to her, even if she was two feet away from me. Kelly was breathing heavily now and I could hear her grunts as we kissed. Amanda was going at me with reckless abandon, taking me deep into her throat. Jennifer and Myra were now running their tongues around my feet, occasionally running their tongues together and kissing before going back to my feet. Michele was banging on the floor as her butt smacked against the wooden floor. She was raising herself at least a foot off the ground before coming down with a bang. I hoped she wouldn't hurt after this.

Amanda's work had finally caught up to me. I held back as long as I could but I let it out as Kelly continued kissing me letting a yell into her mouth. I know that I filled Amanda's mouth with my sperm, but she continued bobbing up and down on me. I wanted to thrash about, but Kelly's weight on my chest kept my down and Amanda had pinned the rest of me down as she worked. I stopped kissing Kelly and moaned as Amanda kept working on my very sensitive cock. Kelly kissed my neck and earlobes and Jennifer and Myra continued licking my soles.

I let this go on for a while, letting Amanda take me in her mouth while Michele kept the beat for us banging on the floor. I had Kelly switch places with Myra and shot my load a second time into Amanda's hungry mouth. I was feeling very tired and spent, but I wanted to see how far I could go. I had Amanda take Michele's place on the floor and she positioned herself just as Michele did, head back, hair trailing like a banner and mouth gaping open. Small streams of my sperm leaked out of Amanda's mouth as she banged on the floor. Kelly was now taking me in her mouth, Myra was kissing me, and Jennifer and Michele were licking up and down my legs. Although I was sore and ready to call it a night, Kelly had me rock hard again and ready to burst. My cries were muffled by Myra's tongue as Kelly brought me to my third orgasm of the night. I filled her warm and inviting mouth with my sperm. She kept bobbing and capturing every shot of my spasming cock. I felt it shoot off six different times before I started getting soft again. But I didn't let Kelly stop. I kept her bobbing, I kept Jennifer and Michele licking, I kept Amanda banging, and I kept Myra kissing. My head was spinning, but I was determined to reach new heights.

Chapter Nine "Walking The Baby Back Home"

I woke up with my arms around Kelly who I had put in a sleeping position curled up next to me after she brought me to my fourth and fifth consecutive orgasms of the night. The other four girls I positioned in positions for my amusement.

Jennifer and Amanda stood at the foot of the bed, their naked bodies clutched together in a passionate embrace. They were French kissing, their tongues frozen inches out of their mouths pushing against each other. Their eyes were shut tightly and each of them had one finger deeply thrust in the other one's pussy. A finger on their other hand was deep inside the other's anus. A dried line of my sperm coated Amanda's mouth. It was quite a sight to awaken to. On the left side of the bed stood Myra. Her head was back, eyes shut, mouth gaping open. Her right hand pinched on of her erect nipples. Her other hand was entrenched inside her small, thin patch of pubic hair, thrusting four fingers into her crotch. Myra had arrived to my apartment wearing only a towel as I must have frozen time and summoned her as she got out of the shower. Her body still had that freshly washed gleam. Her hair still looked dripping wet. On the right side was young Michele. She sat on the floor leaning against the wall, eyes closed and face slack as if she was asleep, with her skinny legs wide open. They were off the ground a good foot or so, so that I could get a good look at her teenage and untouched pussy. At least, it was untouched in moving time. A dried patch of my sperm coated the sides of her thighs. I had showered with Kelly letting her clean up a bit and she cleaned me up as well before I had her cuddle next to me as I slept. I probably slept a good eight hours of elapsed time, but it was the same time as it was when I started this fun fest, it was still ten after four, the sun was still on it's way down the horizon.

Kelly and I went to bed nude. I didn't take the time to towel her or myself off since in the time stop period, the air stays relatively warm. It's almost like a tropical paradise. Her head lay on my shoulder and one of her hands lay across my chest. Her other hand lay on top of my limp cock and balls. ( I just had to!) I turned and kissed her wet blonde head and then ran my hand across her firm ass. I wondered how Brian could let a woman like Kelly slip through his fingers. She was intelligent, kind, undeniably beautiful, funny, sweet...I knew that I shouldn't have, but Kelly was becoming my favorite of the girls. I thought about releasing her, but I knew that there would be too much to explain. And how could I tell her all the things that I had already done to her without her knowledge? For all she knew, she was still on her way down the steps in her power suit on her way to a business dinner instead of lying here naked in bed beside me. I mentally commanded Kelly to sit up and face me and I adjusted myself so that I sat face to face with her.

I slid the sheets off her slick body and revealed her pert and beautiful breasts. As many times as I had seen them, I never grew tired of seeing them. Her pink nipples were quarter sized tips of round and porcelain-like mounds. Her pale skin was more of a turn on. There were no unhealthy signs of tanning on her body. Little droplets of water clung to her skin giving her the erotic wet look like all the models in the calendars. I looked up at her face. Kelly was just a stunning person. Even with the distant, far away look in her eyes, she was stunning. Her wet platinum blonde hair clung to her forehead. Her lips were full and soft and so tender when I kissed them. Her eyes were deep and piercing. I reached out and caressed her face, pushing some hair out of her eyes. I leaned over and kissed her gently. Funny, Kelly and I had made out numerous times before. But just kissing her in this soft way, excited me nearly more than any other time I had been with her.

I got out of bed, sidestepping Myra in the process and went my tiny kitchen for a bite to eat. The girls had wore me out and I hadn't had anything to eat in a long while. I checked my refrigerator and found nothing but a box of baking soda and a carton of milk. I had been so busy playing with my new found powers that I hadn't even been to the supermarket! I grabbed the milk carton and shook it. It didn't make that "slosh" sound like liquid is supposed to make when you shake it. It made a clunk sound. I threw the carton in the trash and looked at my apartment. It was pretty messy. The girls' clothes were everywhere. The tattered rags that Michele and Amanda's clothes had become after I cut them off them lay in a heap on the floor. I suddenly realized that it would make it a bit difficult to take Michele back to the mall naked. So I summoned Michele out of the room to follow me next door.

We got to Kelly's apartment and started looking through her clothes carefully, making sure that I wasn't disturbing anything. I remembered that Michele had that "grunge look" that her generation was so found of, but I decided to give her a bit of a makeover. I pulled out a black mini skirt and a white blouse out of Kelly's closet. They weren't too fancy so I hoped that she wouldn't miss them. I looked through her underwear drawer and pulled out a skimpy pink g-string. It looked more like a bikini bottom. Michele's breasts were much smaller than Kelly's so I didn't bother looking for a bra. I lifted Michele's arms to her sides and put the blouse on her. I lifted her up and slipped the g-string on her and then the skirt. It was a lot of work, but more fun. It was like playing with a giant doll. I zipped all the zippers and buttoned all the buttons. I could see Michele's pink nipples though the thin fabric, but decided that was okay. I took the pair of heels that Kelly had kicked off in her living room and slipped them onto Michele's feet. I stepped back and looked at her. Michele looked much better than when I first found her.

After carefully driving to the mall and being careful of all the frozen cars and people on the streets, I placed Michele back beside her friends. I wasn't sure what she first looked like when I found her, so I just had her stand beside them while I manipulated her body until I thought it looked right. It was like molding a person out of clay. I worked on her face trying to create the right expression, opening and closing her mouth, adjusting her eyes so that they weren't closed shut or bulging outward. Finally, I had found a similar laughing expression on one of her friend's face and had copied it to some degree on Michele's face. I was curious if they would notice that she was not wearing a bra and what they would do about it. I decided to have just a little more fun with the youngster. I unbuttoned the blouse and parted the sides, so that the entire mall would get a quick glimpse of her pubescent breasts.

I stepped back a few feet, sat down on a bench, and snapped my fingers. The world clicked back to life. Michele's giggling friends laughed and then let out a gasp.

"Michele!" one of them said pointing.

She let out a yelp and quickly closed the two sides of the blouse together. "I wasn't wearing this before was I?"

I watched for a moment as the young flock of girls scurried off to the restrooms on the other side of the mall. I smiled and headed back for my car. I was hungry and needed food. But I also wanted company with me. I wanted to take Kelly.

Chapter Ten "Shopping Spree"

I looked at the busy supermarket while Kelly peddled naked behind me. I figured that since no one could see us, there was no need for either of us to get dressed. I simply had on a robe and slippers. The market was packed with people, lines went ten deep with carts full of food. This was another great advantage to having to time stop power. Sure, it was eerie at times, but I thought about how horrible long lines at the supermarket were and the eerieness of the whole thing went away. I could hear Kelly's bare feet patting the tile floor as we filled the cart with frozen pizza, ice cream, poultry, and meats. I was ready to eat for months! I wasn't about to push the cart out without paying the market some money, so I pulled the cart up to the nearest cashier desk.

The man at the cashier's table looked a lot like Brian, Kelly's ex-boyfriend. He was blonde and blue eyed too, but looked a lot younger than Brian. His name tag said his name was Joey and he may have been all of seventeen. I wanted to try something and let Kelly have some fun. I leaned over in front of the cashier's table and bumped into a woman handing him the money. I looked up into the woman's face. She was a striking young woman. Dark haired and fair skinned. Her lips were full and deep red. She was dressed for the heat in a white T-shirt tucked into her blue cutoff shorts. She wore white socks and white canvas shoes. Her legs were shapely and long. I'm a sucker for legs like that. I checked her purse and found out her name was Joanna Courmier and 21 years old. She was beautiful and I was ready to venture into new ground, but I wanted Kelly to have some fun first.

I mentally commanded Joey, Kelly, and Joanna to follow me to a less crowded part of the market. We stopped right in front of the produce section. The cool refrigerated air felt good after being in the warm air that the time stop had created. The cold air wouldn't run out however, because I stopped it from going anywhere. I didn't change the position of Joey the cashier or Joanna the brunette because I wanted this just to be as it used to be. I just need more room to do so.

"Kelly," I said. "I want you to remove all of Joey clothes."

Kelly knelt down before the frozen Joey and started unbuckling his pants. She pulled his shirttails out of his pants and undid the buttons revealing a very firm but skinny chest; a chest that some women could describe as sexy. She pulled his shirt off and finally yanked down his pants and his boxers. Joey's half erect penis popped out in front of Kelly's face. Kelly stood up and lay him on the floor. She pulled his pants and boxers completely off and then pulled off his shoes and socks. Kelly had done exactly what I asked her to do, and then froze in her position.

It was fun watching the two work like puppets. Kelly sat frozen and naked and I began giving Joey the mental commands.

"Joey, lay Kelly in a spread eagle position on the floor."

He lay her down gently, first pushing her chest down until she touched the floor and then straightened her arms and legs out until she was stretched out about as far as she could go. The next part was tricky. It meant having to watch another man's cock grow erect, but I wanted a show to watch. Once Joey's member was at full mast, I gave him the order to have sex with Kelly.

It was strange at first, neither Kelly nor Joey had any look of people having sex. It was just Joey thrusting his pelvis in and up and down manner. Their faces were motionless and expressionless, but yet it still excited me in a way. I was doing this. I could control anyone! I alternated body control between Kelly and Joey. After Joey pumped away and began to moan and make the faces to a frozen and expressionless Kelly, I let Kelly start moving her crotch toward his letting her moan and make the faces while Joey lay frozen in a state of ecstasy. I finally froze them as Joey held Kelly's arms to the floor with his head thrown back while Kelly's legs wrapped around Joey's back and her head to the side, mouth open and eyes squeezed shut.

It was my turn now. I lifted Joanna's arms above her head and pulled her T-shirt off and then yanked her shorts, shoes, and socks off. Now Joanna lay on the floor in a white sport bra and cotton panties. I pulled them off and threw them aside. Joanna's nipples were brown erect little nubs. Her crotch was a thick mat of black hair and I couldn't see a thing. I ran down aisle 5 and came back with a pair of scissors, shaving cream, and a razor. I carefully cut away at Joanna's pubic hair until it was thin enough to be able to shave off and then carefully spread her legs apart and shaved her cunt until it was bare. It was the most erotic sight I had ever seen! And it gave me more ideas for the girls back home...

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