Timebenders 2: Channel-Surfing, Chapter 3 [timestop nc fondling oral]

#—Chapter Three—
*Author’s note: Only one scene left to write before the official book release! Don’t worry, the whole story will continue to be posted here, aside from the bonus novella and scene. Thanks again for reading and for all your comments!*

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Jeremy closed the locker and put the key in his pocket. The tote bag full of cash would be safe there for now, until he found a way to get it into a bank without looking suspicious. And he’d locked it in stopped time, so nobody would see him going to or from the locker.
He made sure to stand somewhere that he wouldn’t be seen when he started time again, then left the bus station. His next order of business was to find a safe place to help Petra. Of course, he had no idea where to go for that. In a hotel room, they might be heard or seen. The best thing would be a whole house, but getting one of those with just cash would raise some questions, at least until he set up some sort of cover story for having so much money.
He was jolted out of his thoughts by something hitting the back of his head. Looking down, he saw a balled-up paper bag rolling away. All-too-familiar laughter came from his right side, and looking over he realized he’d made a smart kid’s mistake: he’d walked past the skate park.
All the idiots from school were there today. Mark, Shane, Brent, and some of the girls who liked that kind of asshole. They quieted up for a second when Jeremy glared at them, then started laughing again.
“Hey, Jerry, don’t look so pissy,” Mark called. “Come over and hang out with us!”
It was a trap, of course. These guys loved to get unpopular kids’ hopes up and then mess with them. “Fuck off, Mark,” Jeremy called back.
“Aw, c’mon, Jerry,” Mark called back. “We’re just joking around. Be cool, maybe we can get one of the girls to wear a red wig for you!”
“Ew!” It was Rachel, one of the girls’ ringleaders. “No way, Mark!”
“Why not? I bet he’d love it!”
Rachel punched Mark in the arm. “Who cares? I’m never do stuff with him!”
Jeremy felt the blood boiling in his cheeks. He couldn’t wait to one day fire these assholes from their jobs. Then he’d get revenge for all the teasing and abuse. When he was the one in control, the boss.
Except that he had control now, didn’t he? He had all the control anyone could need.
Shoving his hands in his pockets, Jeremy pretended to hurry away from the gang of morons. As soon as he was out of their view, he stopped time.
The sound of their trailing laughter cut off immediately, along with the road noise, birdsong, and even the light breeze he’d been feeling and not thinking about. Jeremy turned around and walked back, hiding behind a bush and starting time again.
“What’s wrong, Suzie?” Mark asked one of the girls.
“I don’t think you should tease Jeremy so much,” she said.
“Why, you think he’ll go Columbine on our asses? My dad knows his family. They don’t have guns.”
“Is that really a reason?” Suzie asked, looking away. “I mean, he’s not that bad a guy, and he helped me with math a couple times…”
Alanna, the third girl, giggled at her. “Suzie, you’re blushing! You like him!”
Jeremy felt himself blushing for a different reason than before.
“No!” Suzie protested. “I don’t, I just don’t think you should be so mean to him!”
“You liiiike him!”
“Gross, shut up! He’s a weirdo, alright? But he’s harmless, is all.”
Jeremy’s heart sank. Not that he had a thing for Suzie, anyway. She was shorter than Petra, with not as nice a figure and short brown hair. Still, it had felt nice to have someone almost compliment him.
He stopped time and walked over to get a closer look at the group. Three guys, three girls. All people he wasn’t really fond of, although he supposed that he only hated Suzie by association. And all of them unaware of his presence.
Maybe this was good, he thought. He’d been meaning to do some experiments anyway.
He picked up the paper ball that had hit him before. “Inertia test one,” he announced to the silence.
He knew from experience that his own bodily fluids would stop in the air after leaving his body, so any inertia he added to an object obviously stayed. But he also knew that people could be moved around without snapping their necks from whiplash. He just had to establish the boundaries there, and what better way than with a little target practice? Walking a few feet away, he threw the ball hard at Mark’s head.
It stopped in the air after travelling a few inches. Jeremy knew that it would hit him should time be started. But what if he moved it? Wrapping his fingers around the missile, Jeremy moved it downward, correcting his aim. Then he retreated behind his bush and started time.
The ball of paper fell to the ground with a soft tap. “Huh,” Jeremy said to himself, stopping time again and retrieving it. “But what if…”
Once more, he threw the ball of paper at Mark’s head. Once more, it froze in the air after a few inches. Jeremy reached out for it, but this time instead of grabbing it, he lightly pushed it with his fingertip.
This time, when time started again, the missile flew through the air and hit Mark on the side of his head.
“Hey!” Mark exclaimed, grabbing the ball off the ground. “Who threw that?”
Of course, there was nobody who could have. Jeremy snickered quietly, catching a partial glimpse of Mark’s confused face.
“It was just the wind, Mark,” Rachel said. “Just throw it away. I’m bored.”
Mark shrugged, pitching the bag away from himself. Jeremy froze time again, seeing an opportunity for more “research”.
“Inertia test two,” he said, walking over to the paper ball. It hung in the air motionless, but Jeremy knew better. It had a speed and a direction. A vector. And that was linked to its mass. Obviously grabbing things pulled their inertial state out of time, but what if he just turned them?
Careful to only use two fingertips, Jeremy spun the ball around in the air. If he was right, the vector would follow suit.
Returning to his hiding place, Jeremy started time. Sure enough, the paper ball reversed direction instantly, travelling back and hitting Mark in the face.
“Hey!” Mark yelled. “What gives?”
Mark reached for the ball again, but Rachel grabbed his arm. “Mark,” she whined, “come on! I’m bored!”
Mark sighed. “Fine. Let’s go.”

Jeremy followed at a distance, watching the teens. They visited a liquor store, no doubt using fake IDs, then headed down a couple streets, finally arriving at a little white house with flowers in the front yard.
“Whose place is this?” Rachel asked, echoing Jeremy’s question.
“It’s my grandma’s,” Shane said. “She’s on a cruise all month.”
They used a key from under the mat to get in, but left the door unlocked, so it was easy for Jeremy to wait a minute, then stop time and follow them. He was almost disappointed when he found them sitting in the living room watching television.
“Visual stimulus experiment one,” Jeremy announced to himself, considering the kids. Brent, Alanna, and Shane were sitting on the couch. Mark was in an armchair, and Rachel was sitting across his lap. Suzie had found a comfy spot on a big cushion on the floor.
He had a theory to test regarding subliminal images. He just had to engineer the right opportunity. First, swallowing his pride, he unfastened and lowered Brent’s pants, then Shane’s. Unfortunately, they were both apparently not very excited about being in a house with a bunch of cute girls and bootleg liquor, because they were both pretty limp below the belt.
Jeremy knew that any touch would be felt after time started. He’d figured that out after he’d first stopped Petra. So it stood to reason that he could prep his subjects for the experiment the same way. But that meant touching them…
Chuckling, Jeremy grabbed Alanna’s hands. Alanna was pretty, with black hair, dark skin, and the body of a young track star. Not Jeremy’s type, but definitely attractive. Her skin was soft and warm, which still seemed weird given her mannequin-like appearance. He put her hands down on the boys’ crotches, carefully wrapping her fingers around their flaccid dicks.
“This is for science,” he reminded himself, holding Alanna’s hands in his own and using them to slowly stroke the boys. He didn’t want to overdo it; just enough that they would feel a warm stirring.
With that done, he put their pants back on and returned Alanna’s hands to where they had been, folded in her lap. Hiding behind the couch, he started time again.
The TV’s noise seemed intensely loud compared to the silence between moments. All the rest of the noise of the world started, too: the road outside, the hum of appliances, and the stirring of bodies on furniture.
Jeremy could see the backs of Shane and Brent’s heads moving as they each adjusted themselves. It was a move he was very familiar with. They were both probably hard now, ready to be used in his test.
He had to time things just right, watching Alanna’s head from behind. When it moved the direction he needed it to, he stopped time and walked around in front of her.
“And the lucky winner is Shane,” Jeremy announced. “Sorry, Brent.”
Brent didn’t answer, so Jeremy shrugged and started opening Shane’s pants again. Alanna had glanced down, and her line-of-sight was pointed directly at Shane’s crotch. There was a bulge there, tucked down the left side.
Jeremy used Alanna’s hand again, this time like a pair of tongs, to pull Shane’s dick into the right position. When he was done, it stood up through the fly of his boxers, and his jeans were wide open.
Shane was a pretty short guy, but apparently he made up for it down below. He wasn’t huge or anything, but he was respectable. A little bigger than Jeremy, maybe. He returned Alanna’s hand to her and hid behind a door, where he had a decent view of Alanna’s face.
The next part was a little harder. Acting as quickly as he could, Jeremy started and stopped time. There was maybe a half a second in between. Then he went out and put Shane back into his pants, although just to be mean about it he left him hanging out of the front of his boxers.
When he started time once more, Jeremy watched Alanna’s face closely. She blinked, looking down at Shane’s lap for a second or two, then blushed and looked away. It had worked! She’d seen something there.
It was simple to watch Alanna and repeat the process when she looked again. Again she saw a flash of Shane’s junk; again she looked away even after she knew it wasn’t really there. The third time, she shifted a little and bit her lip.
Jeremy stopped time and walked over to her, leaning in to get a better look at her face. She definitely looked a little embarrassed or excited. Lifting her hands, he carefully unzipped her denim cut-offs and pulled them open.
Underneath, she wore a plain pair of white panties. They were marked by a darker patch, a line of moisture between her legs. Jeremy gently tugged them aside and confirmed it: Alanna was wet.
“Conclusion,” Jeremy announced, staring at Alanna’s moist slit. “Subliminal stimulus can create arousal. It follows that other moods could be influenced, too. I bet if I had a tarantula, I could make you pretty freaked out.” He chuckled. “Secondary conclusion: dicks make Alanna horny.”
He considered Alanna for a moment. She hadn’t ever done much of anything to him, but she didn’t stop her friends from messing with him, and she laughed when they did. Still, he didn’t have a lot of reason to really mess with her any further. She’d done her part for science.
On the other hand, he’d never seen a black girl naked outside of the internet. Hell, seeing Petra frozen and stripped had been his first encounter with a live naked girl. And she was the one he would spend his life with, so why not have a little fun looking around?
Stepping back, Jeremy took a mental note of where everyone was sitting. Then he moved in and grasped Alanna by the waist, pulling her gently into the air. He didn’t want her to feel anything unusual if he could help it.
He moved her away from the couch and straightened her legs, then knelt to slide down her shorts and panties. Her legs had already been bare, but the effect of pulling her clothing off made her seem even more naked somehow. Jeremy’s fingers dragged down the outside of her thighs on their way down, continuing along her legs until the shorts and panties were off and on the floor below where she hovered.
Standing up slowly, Jeremy let his eyes linger along Alanna’s legs. His heart was pounding in his chest at the thrill of being able to strip her down as she pleased. He lifted her arms and pulled her shirt up and off.
In all his years looking at pictures in catalogs, he’d never felt so aroused by a sports bra before. The simple garment squished Alanna’s boobs in against her chest, giving her a streamlined figure while creating some really epic cleavage. Jeremy ran his fingertips down along the inside of one breast and up the other, admiring the view before tugging the bottom of the bra out and up.
The bra went up and off, and now Alanna stood fully bare before him. Her arms were outstretched still, and her black curly hair was standing like the branches of a plant reaching for the sun, but after a quick tug of her wrists and a little grooming she looked more natural again.
She was really beautiful. There was an almost sleepy look on her face, with her brown eyes drooping slightly and her lips parted. Her hair was more or less spread down across her shoulders, and her breasts…
Okay well, her breasts looked pretty weird all squished in like that. They were gorgeous though, with nipples darker than Jeremy had ever seen. He cupped them with his hands and gently coaxed them out to a more natural shape, lightly squeezing and stroking at them.
Jeremy’s dick jumped in protest when he stepped back away from her once more to admire his work. It was a pity he couldn’t take a photo.
“Wait a minute,” Jeremy said to himself. “Or, all the minutes. Whatever.”
He pulled the phone out of his pocket and pressed the button. It came to life, lighting up with a randomly-chosen picture of Petra smiling at him as its lock screen. No signal, but the apps were all there, including the camera.
“Jackpot,” he said proudly. Alanna hadn’t moved an inch; she was still hovering in the air, still totally naked with her arms at her sides. He once again admired her small, round breasts, her dark nipples, and the little black patch of hair above what he knew to be her already-moist pussy. Walking around, he had a great view of her back and her well-toned ass.
Except now, he also had a working phone with a camera. He started taking a few pictures of her. As souvenirs. Or maybe to threaten her with if she ever messed with him. If any of them ever…
“Holy shit,” he said, putting a hand to his mouth. “Nobody will ever tease me again.”
All he needed was a good library of pictures, and he’d be able to keep everyone off his back forever. Jeremy let out a whoop of excitement, running the couple steps to where Rachel was sitting on Mark’s lap.
Rachel was wearing a skirt and a low-cut top, showing off her legs and breasts as much as she could get away with. Her legs were thicker than Alanna’s, but not enough to be unattractive. Standing up, her thighs would just barely touch.
But right now she wasn’t standing up, and her thighs were not touching. She was sitting with her legs over the right-side armrest of the chair, facing away from her friends. The reason became obvious to Jeremy when he looked closer.
Mark had a hand up Rachel’s skirt. Her panties – a red thong, it looked like – were pulled to the side, and he had a finger shoved inside her slit. His thumb was pressed against her a little higher, apparently rubbing the brown stubble of her mound.
“A fake blonde and a slut to boot?” Jeremy mused, grasping Mark’s wrist and pulling him out of her so he could decouple them. “Naughty, naughty.”
Once Mark’s arm was out of the way, it was a simple matter to stand Rachel up and start stripping her. It took a few seconds for Jeremy to find the zipper on the side of her skirt, but once that was undone, he was able to slide it off.
He’d been right about the thin red thong she was wearing. On a hunch, he took her shirt off next and found a matching bra. It was padded a little, but it looked good on her. It was probably too small, and her flesh was spilling out of the top and sides.
Jeremy bent her forward at the waist a little, arching her back and moving her palms to the sides of her breasts. “Smile nice for the camera,” he said, smoothing her long fake-blond hair down, walking around her and getting a few good shots of her body.
“That’ll do for now,” he said, putting his phone in his pocket and reaching for the fastener on her bra. “Besides, I can always take more… any time.”
Rachel’s bra was definitely too small, and it left deep grooves in her flesh when he pulled it away. A little gentle massaging fixed that problem. He took her thong down from behind, getting a good look at her ass, her legs, and the glistening slit hidden in between. He rubbed away a groove on her hip from the thong, then stood her up straight like Alanna and walked around her front.
Like Alanna, her breasts needed a little coaxing to take a more natural shape. Jeremy couldn’t imagine why Rachel wore such tight bras; her breasts were big, and looked great even when they weren’t falling out of their cups. Maybe she was in denial about her weight; she was chubbing out a little in the middle, and might easily be on her way toward becoming fat. Her nipples were dark pink and pointed straight out. Jeremy had read about that happening to girls when they got turned on. He peeked over at Alanna and realized that she, too, was sporting pokies.
Another walk around, another set of photos, and he had all he wanted of Rachel for now. That only left Suzie.
Suzie was a little more modest than her friends. Honestly, Jeremy wasn’t sure why she hung around with them; she didn’t seem like a jerk-worshipping slut. Still, he had on occasion wondered what she was working with, and now was as good a time as any to satisfy himself.
“Up you go,” he said, lifting her into the air. He started with her shirt, a long-sleeved tee that hung loosely on her.
Standing in the air, in a plain bra and blue jeans, Suzie had a girl-next-door look that almost made Jeremy rethink things. He flashed back on a couple times when she’d smiled at him after he’d explained some fairly simple math concepts to her.
But she’d smiled the same way when Mark had bodychecked him into a locker. Jeremy shook his head and reached down, yanking open her jeans and pulling them down. The panties followed soon after, then her bra; Jeremy didn’t stop to look until he’d stripped her bare.
Suzie was pale. Not the ginger pale of his Princess, Petra, but the pasty pale of a girl who didn’t get a lot of sun. Her short, dark brown hair matched the patch between her legs, and breasts…
Her breasts were surprisingly big, once he had them out of the bra and back in shape. They were as big as Rachel’s, but Suzie liked to hide them under a well-fitting bra and a baggy shirt. Somehow that made it even hotter to stare at them.
As he had with her friends, Jeremy had a little photo session with Suzie. She made a really great model, holding her pose perfectly for as long as he pleased. It occurred to him that Petra would be just as obedient when he got home, but he dismissed the thought. She would pose for him on her own, in time.
Turning slowly, Jeremy considered the scene. Three girls, all nude, stood before him. Behind them, three jackasses sat obliviously watching the TV. He had pictures of the girls for his private enjoyment or later blackmail, but what of the guys?
Mark, Brent, and Shane were the real bad guys, after all. They’d been harassing him for years. Calling him names, pushing him around. Well, that would end now. There were some things no guy would want to be caught doing.
A few minutes’ careful work, and he’d stripped the boys down. All three were still hard: Brent and Shane from the earlier teasing with Alanna’s hand, and Mark likely from having Rachel squirming in his lap. That suited his purposes perfectly.
“Now which one of you do I hate the most?” he asked. “Like I even need to think about that.”
A little careful positioning later, and he had his scene all lined up. Mark was on his hands and knees. Brent – the largest of the three – knelt behind him. Brent’s shaft was surrounded by his own hand, and the head of his cock was pressed between Mark’s ass cheeks. Shane was kneeling in front with both hands on Mark’s head. His dick was halfway into Mark’s mouth, and his head was tipped back as if moaning in pleasure.
It was by no means arousing, Jeremy thought, but definitely a convincing picture. He took a few shots, making sure to work in some birthmarks and other distinguishing features, then filed them in a folder that he hoped never to have to open.
The girls, on the other hand… them he didn’t mind looking at. He knew he should probably put their clothes back on, but it just seemed like such a waste…
“I’ll just do one quick pose,” Jeremy told himself, reaching for Rachel’s waist. “Besides, you’re all friends, right?”
He laid Rachel down on the couch and spread her legs. There wasn’t a lot of room, but he managed to position Alanna between them, with her face buried in Rachel’s crotch.
“Wait a minute,” he said, pulling Alanna’s head back a little. He hadn’t looked too closely at Rachel’s slit before, and now he was surprised to find it gaping open a little. He reached down and touched the edges with a fingertip, examining the way her skin stayed where he’d pressed it to.
“Mark,” Jeremy said, laughing a little. Mark’s finger had been inside of Rachel. When it had been removed, with time stopped, it had left a gap. No doubt it would slap closed, were time to begin moving once more.
Suzie came last, straddling Rachel’s face. With a little gentle coaxing, he was even able to get the girls’ tongues to stick out and touch one another.
He took shots from close up and further out, making sure to get the girls’ faces recorded. No way any of them would ever be able to mess with him again. He did feel a little bad about Suzie, though. After all, she’d done much less than the rest of them. And, he realized, he’d touched them all enough that they’d certainly feel a weird sensation when they “awoke”.
Better good than weird, he thought, leaning in closer to Suzie. He lifted her hips off Rachel’s face, then reached between her legs to rub her pussy gently back and forth.
She was drier than her friends had been, but a little spit on his fingers helped with that. It would be a shame to give her some sort of friction burn.
Jeremy watched Suzie’s face while he touched her, although he knew she wouldn’t react. Not yet, anyway. After a while, unable to resist, he leaned in and pressed his face between her breasts. He licked her skin while he teased her faster, inhaling deeply and getting some of her scent.
“That ought to do it,” he said, pulling back from her. “Now to get you all back to where you were.”
It was a pain in the ass dressing the motionless doll-people, but he managed all the same. The worst part was trying to tuck the boys’ dicks back in their pants without handling them. Eventually, however, he had all six dressed and looking respectable. Interestingly enough, he found it easy to put them back into their previous positions. It was almost like a gentle magnetic pull was tugging them toward where they ought to be.
The last thing to do was to put Mark’s finger back where it had been. It fit perfectly into the gaping little passage.
Jeremy thought about it for a moment, then chuckled to himself as he manipulated the couple. Pushing Mark’s hand up and down, he was easily able to make the gap wider. Eventually, some resistance set in, but by that time he had a hole big enough to work three of Mark’s fingers into. He didn’t envy Rachel the sudden stretching, but hey, she was a bitch.
Finally, with one last look around, Jeremy retreated outside, looking in through an open window. He thought it would be best not to be too close when they started feeling things. Once he had a good view, he started time.
The first thing Jeremy heard was Rachel cry out in shock. He wasn’t watching her, however; his eyes were on Suzie.
Suzie’s reaction was quieter. She gasped and clapped a hand over her mouth, going from cross-legged to a curled-in position with her knees tight together. Everyone was shuddering at the feeling of hands touching them all over, but Suzie went on for longer.
A few seconds later, while her friends were all looking around wondering what the strange feeling had been and Rachel was glaring angrily at Mark, Suzie got up and ran out of the room. Jeremy stopped time to follow her.
Suzie had run into the bathroom and closed the door. Jeremy snuck in behind the shower curtain and started time once more, thinking she might be about to finish herself off or something. That was a show he wanted to be present for.
What he heard from behind the curtain wasn’t moaning. It wasn’t sexy at all. Her breath was fast and hitched on itself.
Suzie was crying.

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