The Timestop Gift

byRavensing©

Sunday 10/14/18, 10:21pm. The fire crackled in the fireplace loudly in the silence. John fidgeted in the oversized armchair. Animal heads and fur rugs covered the dimly lit room. John's grandfathers house was a thing out of a movie. He sighed audibly as he waited. His grandfather, Gregory, was very old and very late. John wasn't sure why he had come. He'd gotten a letter from the old man in the mail. A letter. He shouldn't have been surprised. John didn't even think this house had electricity.

The letter had told John to come meet Gregory at 9pm today. He'd gotten the letter a week ago. He had thought he wouldn't come. Gregory was an old eccentric who should probably be in a nursing home. He had always said John was his favorite grandchild though. Maybe that was the reason he came. John smiled at the thought of Gregory. The old man had once caught him looking at porn on the internet when he was a teenager. He got very mad -- not that John was watching porn, but that John was doing it on the internet instead of "the good old-fashioned way." Gregory had given John several playboy magazines the next day. Crazy old man.

John stood up and began pacing. Gregory hadn't been home when he arrived. After knocking and waiting for a few minutes John had let himself in. The house had been freezing and dark so he had started the fire. Where the hell was that old man. John sat back down, reclining deep in the chair and allowing his eyes to droop shut.

"WAKE UP!" yelled a voice right next to him. John spasmed and fell out of the chair. He looked up from the ground. It was his grandfather. Gregory. The old man was tall and thin with a back hunched by age. He had wisps of white hair sticking out at every angle from his balding head and a large white beard that made him look somewhat like an old wizard. An old wizard dressed in a white suit and carrying a cane.

"Jesus Christ you scared me! Don't sneak up on me like that!" John said from the floor.

Gregory was bawling with laughter. "S-sorry Johnny boy..." he said stifling laughter and wiping away tears. "That never gets old..."

John grumbled as he got back to his feet. Gregory had a habit of sneaking up on people when they least expected it. He could move insanely quick and he was quiet as death. John never knew how such an old man could always sneak up on him. "Alright, alright enough laughing..." John said, a smile creeping onto his own face. "Why'd you call me here."

Gregory straightened his suit and calmed down from his fit of laughter. "Oh yes. Well. That. Do sit down boy."

John rolled his eyes at Gregory calling him "boy." John was 22 years old. He did as requested though. Gregory sat down on the floor cross-legged near the fireplace.

"Well, you see, I'm dying." Gregory said, leaning back and looking at John.

John scoffed "you're like 100 years old -- of course you're dying. You called me here for that?"

Gregory shook his head "no, I mean I'm dying soon. Like... right now."

"What are you talking about old man?" John said, the mirth beginning to disappear from his voice.

"Oh it's nothing I didn't see coming. I've known the exact moment of my death for decades now." He looked down at his watch and tapped it gently. "I'm glad you came. Would have been a shame for this to be lost. I'm sure you'll use it just as frivolously as I have. That's why I'm giving it to you."

John didn't say anything. Was this another one of Gregory's practical jokes? Sure, he was old -- but not THAT old. He was 82 if John remembered correctly. And in great shape for his age. Still... This was rather strange.

"Oh don't look so glum boy! I'm giving you a wonderful gift!" Gregory smiled as he laid down flat on his back, gesturing backwards towards John as he talked.

"And what's that...? And why do you think you're dying?"

"Don't think. Know. I know I'm dying. Only a few minutes left now. That's alright though. You wouldn't believe how much crazy living I've gotten done in the last... oh... 15 minutes or so. China is beautiful this time of year." Gregory let out a hacking cough.

Now John was concerned. He wasn't a doctor but that sounded like there was water in his lungs. "Um... alright gramps, lets... get you to the doctor ok?"

Gregory went into another laughing fit that subsided into coughing. "No, they can't do anything. You'll see. Now. Please listen. I need to explain how my watch works."

"What? No we need to-"John stopped talking. Gregory was... gone! One second he had been laying on the rug, the next... he had just disappeared. Like he had never been there. John rubbed his eyes.

"BOO!" Gregory shouted from behind him. This time John leapt from his chair and went flying half way across the room.

"W-what?!" John said in staggered disbelief as he stood up again.

"Got your attention now boy?" Gregory said from behind the armchair. He walked out from behind the chair tapping his watch. "This watch -- this watch means everything. There's no time to explain much; I waited too long for that unfortunately. I suppose I could write it down but god that would be a bore..."

"I..." John stammered.

"But no!" Gregory cut in. "No, I'll just tell you. Look, John, this watch stops time."

John looked at Gregory in complete disbelief. "Right... ok Gramps I really think we should-" John cut off again. His grandfather had sighed, pushed a button on his watch... and disappeared. John shouted in shock as Gregory appeared ten feet away.

"Ta-da!" Gregory called while waving jazz hands. He clicked his watch again and suddenly he was by the fireplace... roasting a marshmallow.

"That's.... What?" John stammered, unable to believe his eyes.

"Oh for god sakes Johnny boy I know you're a slow one but try to catch up. Oh! Wait here!" Gregory slapped his watch again and a moment later he was at the other end of the room... wearing a Hawaiian shirt and carrying a margarita. "Oh! Right. You're still here." Gregory said. "Sorry I sort of forgot. Maui is nice this time of year too. Long walk though..."

John plopped down onto the ground.

"Ready to listen?" Gregory said, taking a sip of his drink,

John didn't answer.

"Goooood!" Gregory said as he sauntered over to the armchair and sat down. "Like I was saying a few seconds ago, this watch stops time. Simply press this button, and everything freezes. Everything but the wearer of the watch that is. A friend of mine from the war gave it to me a long time ago, when he knew his time was up. Now I know my time is up, and I'm giving it to you." Gregory cleared his throat. "You getting all this boy?"

John cleared his throat. Could it be true? How else could he explain what he had just seen? Was he going insane? "How... how do you know your time is up?"

Gregory laughed. "That's the first question you go with? Ok, sure. I know my time is up because right here-" Gregory pointed to his watch "there is a little space where the date would be on a regular watch. Except this one says the day, year, and time of the wearers death. Nifty little thing don't you think?"

"And... so it says you are going to die?" John mouthed slowly, his brain slow like jelly.

"That's right kiddo. So, like I was saying, push the button and time stops. Push it again and it starts again. Try not to let anyone see you when you stop or start time. Best to do it in an empty room where no one can see you. Bathrooms work great. If someone sees you popping in and out of existence like you just saw me doing they might get suspicious. Besides that, you don't really need to be too careful. Having time paused does weird things. One of those things is screwing with your body. Don't worry, it doesn't hurt. But when time is stopped you won't leave discernable fingerprints, and if you leave any part of you behind -- like a hair cell or something like that -- it won't contain your DNA. Don't know why that's the case, just know it is. If it wasn't, well, you'd have a lot more aunts and uncles."

John blinked. What the hell was Gregory talking about?

Gregory looked at his watch, cursed lightly under his breath, and sped up the pace of his talking. "People don't feel anything you do to them while time is stopped. They will feel... consequences of you touching them though. If you catch my drift..." Gregory sighed, looking at Josh's dumbfounded face. "Jesus Christ I have to spell it out. If you fuck a girl's face while time is stopped she won't feel it. If you make sure she's in the same place she was when time stopped, she probably won't even notice anything has happened once time starts again. But, cum in that girl's mouth while time is stopped, and you bet she'll know something happened when time starts again, and she suddenly has a mouth full of cum. So be careful with things like that. Not saying don't do it! Just saying do it wisely."

John was speechless. What the hell was going on.

"Oh would you look at the time! When you move someone else's body while time is stopped, a faint image of them will remain where they were when time stopped. If you move them back into place with that image before starting time again they probably won't notice anything happened." Gregory glanced down at his watch. "Any questions?"

John just stared at his grandfather, brain trying to process everything he just heard.

"Good! Because I am just... about... out... of... Wait for it... TIME!" He gave a little salute with one hand and... burst into dust.

John jumped. It was a strange thing to see. Suddenly Gregory's body was just... dust. It fell to the ground in a big puff. The watch clanked onto the ground and the cloths fell in a heap. John felt himself moving. Slowly, he staggered over to the settling dust and reached down, picking up the watch.

Was it true? How could it not be given everything he had just seen? It... all made sense in a silly sort of way. Gregory never had a job after the war. He just became independently wealthy. No one in the family knew where he was getting his money from. If this was all true... he could have just stolen it...

John blew on the watch and brushed it with his fingers to get the dust off. Then, with surprisingly steady hands, he unclasped the watch, put it around his wrist, and clasped it on. He jumped a bit as there was a soft whirring sound. He looked down at the face of the watch. Near the 6 was a string of number. 06 12 2091 1431. John blinked. The 12th of June, 2091 at 2:31pm. That's when he was going to die. He did some quick mental math. 95. Jesus he was going to live to be 95? That was... damn good.

John paced back and forth a bit. Then, he slowly reached down and clicked the button on the watch. There was a small metallic ping... and... John looked around. And his heart leapt into his throat. The fire. It had... stopped. The flames were standing completely still. It was true...

Tuesday 10/16/18, 6:44pm. Christmas music played as John walked down isle 4 at his local Trader Joe's. Christmas music. Before Halloween. He would never understand stores. He gripped his shopping cart tightly. The watch was heavy on his arm. He couldn't take it off. He'd discovered that shortly after putting it on and starting time again after the first time he stopped it. Gramps hadn't mentioned that one. He shook his head. He'd called in sick to work the past two days. He'd just been trying to figure things out in his head. What the hell was he going to do? Why had Gregory given the watch to him? He jumped a bit as his cart ran into another. He had walked out of the end of the isle and ran right into someone else. "Oh I'm-" he began to say.

Standing in front of him was a young blonde woman on her phone. She looked like a college student. She was very attractive. Long bangs and long hair. Perky breasts and a slim figure accentuated by a white tight fitting shirt that showed a great deal of cleavage and a short pink skirt. "What the fuck is wrong with you dickhead?" she said as she glared at him. "Ugh no not you," she said into her phone. "some loser just hit me with his cart." She rolled her eyes and pushed her cart away.

John stood there motionless for a second. He then left his cart and walked over to a nearby employee. "Excuse me," he said "where is your restroom?"

The restroom was empty when John arrived. He went into a stall anyway and clicked his watch. He then opened the stall door. Heart beating, he walked back into the store. Everything was perfectly still. The Christmas music had stopped. No one was moving. Everyone stood frozen like mannequins.

John cautiously walked out. "Hello?" he called into the store. No response. He walked over to the nearest person. A short man holding a basket and looking at milk. John lifted the man's arm up. Sure enough, just like Gregory had said, there was a faint image left of where his hand had been. John slid the hand back into place.

He them went back to the restroom and started time again. Quickly John peeked out of the restroom. The Christmas music was back on... and the man John had touched was still just looking at his milk. He hadn't noticed anything. John closed the door and stopped time again. He walked back over to the man. He slapped the man across the face. His head jerked to the side with the force of his blow. John pulled the man over, pushing him to the ground. The faint image remained.

John then stood the man back up and began poking and prodding his body, so it lined up with the faint image. It wasn't easy. It actually took quite a long time. John wasn't sure how long, but it felt like at last half an hour or so. Maybe more.

Finally he stood back. The man looked like all the other people. He was directly on top of his image. John moved back to the bathroom, heart pounding. He closed the door, started time again, and peeked out. The man... just kept looking at the milk. He shifted on his feet and scratched his nose... but no other reaction! He had no idea.

John closed the door again. It worked. It completely worked. Just like Gregory had said. Alright. A surge of giddiness rose through him. He could do whatever he wanted. He stopped time again and strode out of the restroom. He weaved his way through the motionless people until he found who he was looking for. The bitchy young blonde woman. She was bending over to reach some yogurt. Her back was arched seductively while she was doing it. Perfect. John walked over and pulled her pink skirt up. She was wearing black lacy underwear. God this was so fucking wonderful. He looked around. There was a cute K-pop looking Korean girl nearby. John stepped over to her. "Excuse me," he said politely to the frozen girl. "Would you mind if I borrowed this?" John pointed at her mouth. "No? Great!" John pushed her knees forwards and pushed her to a sitting position. He pressed his fingers between her lips and opened her mouth. John fumbled with his pants and pulled his cock out. It was already hard. He slid his tip past her lips and pressed forwards. Her mouth was hot. It opened to make room for his cock. He grabbed her by the hair and pressed himself forwards. "Ooooh fuck yeah..." he moaned as his cock slid past her tonsils and down her throat. He buried himself in her mouth until his balls slapped against her chin. God this could feel so good when the girl wasn't choking, complaining about air, or pushing him off because he was "too deep." He slammed the girls head up and down, moving it like he would a sex toy. He moaned as his orgasm approached, but managed to pull out before cumming. He sat there, holding her head for a moment, desperately just trying not to cum. He barely managed it. He stood up. He laughed a nervous laugh as he saw the mess he had made. The girl's lipstick was smeared all over her lower face and it covered his spit-soaked dick. Fuck. He hadn't thought of that.

Oh well. What was done was done. He was still painfully horny and wanted release and revenge. He turned back to the bent over blonde. Her skirt was still up where he left it. Her plump cheeks tantalizing him. He stepped forwards and pulled her panties aside, revealing her pussy lips. "Bitch," he said "meet my dickhead." He gestured to his lipstick and spit smeared cock. Then he lined himself up with her and grabbed her by the hips. "Oh fuck..." he moaned as he sunk his cock into her hole. With the lubrication he slid in easily. He pushed forwards, burying himself all the way inside of her. She was tight and slim. As he pulled her all the way back her perky ass bumped into his chest.

John settled into a steady pace, fucking into the blonde bitch. To his pleasant surprise, he could hear her ass slapping against his chest with each thrust despite time being stopped. "Oh fuck yeah... I'll teach you to talk to me like that you little whore." John muttered as he bent over her. Reaching around her he grabbed her shirt and pulled it down to let her large breasts plop forwards. John massaged them firmly in his hands as he continued thrusting into her. Her cunt was slopping wet now and was releasing pleasant squelching sounds with each thrust.

"Alright bitch, enjoy the cum!" John said as he neared orgasm. He thrusted quicker into her tight hole then finally found release, slamming his cock forwards and cumming deep inside so his juice would remain inside her once time started again. "Uhhh fuck you feel good..." John moaned as his cock clenched and deposited it's last few drops of cum in the girl.

He then pulled back and examined what he had done. Her pussy hole still gaped after his cock was removed from her. Her lips were smeared with frothy sex juices and red lipstick. Shit. Well. This was going to take some time to clean up.

John walked around the store and came to an isle with baby wipes. He opened the package and took some out. He then went about cleaning up. First he went to the Korean girl and cleaned her face. After a while of rummaging in her purse he found her lipstick. It took a while to put that on decently well. John wasn't particularly accomplished at applying women's makeup. Though, after a while of work she looked fairly good. It took a long time to set her up properly. Getting her face and mouth into the correct position was a lot harder than just repositioning limbs.

How much time was passing? He had no idea. Surely it must have been a few hours. He wasn't feeling hungry though. Strange. He continued his work. He wanted to finish and make sure everything was right before he forgot about something. The blonde bitches pussy was much more difficult to clean than the Korean girls mouth. John wasn't really trying to get it completely clean though. Just most of the lipstick and juices off her lips. He'd leave the cum inside her. After sorting out her privates John pulled her panties back into position and lowered her skirt. He then began the arduous process of positioning her correctly. Man. This was a huge pain in the ass. It almost wasn't worth it. John smiled. Who was he kidding? Of course it was worth it.

After another stretch of curiously indeterminant time John was done positioning the blonde. He then put the wipe pack back and threw out the used ones in the men's bathroom. He was just about to return to the bathroom when he saw his cart and the things he was buying in it. What was he doing? Why was he going to buy things? It would be a pain in the ass to put them all back though.

Then John got a bright idea. He walked back over to the blonde and rummaged around in her purse. She found the woman's wallet and pulled it out. $150 cash. He slipped three 20 dollar bills out and replaced the rest. No need to get too greedy... Yet... Pocketing the cash he finally returned to the bathroom.

With a slightly nervous breath John started time again. He quickly left the bathroom and headed to where he could see the two women he had used. The Korean girl was still walking, the blonde still bent over looking at the cooler. The Korean grimaced and rubbed her jaw, but didn't do anything else. John moved his cart towards the blonde.

As he approached she made an uncomfortable quiet groan. "Ugh..." she muttered. "Hey," she said into her phone "let me call you back in a few minutes ok?" and with that she left her cart and quickly walked towards the woman's restroom.

John smiled. Would she realize it was cum dripping out of her? Probably not. She'd probably think she was just having some weird discharge. John wanted to go back and listen in. Maybe pause time and then make his way into the stall next to her, then start time again. But there were too many people around. He didn't want to just go back to the bathroom again. That would look weird wouldn't it?

Instead John went to the checkout line and paid with the blonde's money. He headed home, a smile on his face.

Wednesday 10/17/18, 10:06am. John was back at work. He couldn't think of what else to do. Sure, he could steal money whenever he wanted, but how the hell would he support that in the long run? He couldn't just keep stealing money. How would he explain that to the goddamn IRS? If he just quit his job and inexplicably kept having money to spend there would be questions. He'd need a plan. And that meant that for now he had to keep working. He sighed. The power to do whatever he wanted and he was right back pushing papers.

Saturday 10/20/18, 9:31pm. John peered over his beer as a loud asshole in a disheveled suit yelled at the serving girl for knocking over his drink. It hadn't been her fault. He'd startled her when he pinched her ass. She blushed furiously as she worked to wipe up the drink. From behind the bar a man -- probably her manager or something -- scowled in her direction. Poor girl. John sipped deeper on his beer. She was late bringing his food, but that wasn't her fault either. The place was swamped. Why did people always take thing out on the serving staff? It wasn't like they could do anything to speed the process up. Didn't they realize what fresh hell it was working as a waitress?

Saturday 10/18/18, 10:11pm. John gulped down the rest of his drink. The waitress came over to take away his finished dish. "Anything else I can get you?" she asked. A weak smile painted itself across her face. She looked so tired. She was getting bags under her eyes and several strands of hair were escaping her bun. She was very attractive though, in a girl-next-door sort of way. Brown hair. Heart shaped face. Small breasts. A little taller than average.

"Oh no thank you, it was all excellent. Thank you very much," John said, flashing her a genuine smile. He glanced down at her nametag. Amy. He'd remember that.

"Alrighty well have a good evening sir," she nodded to him and turned to rush away.

"Oh wait!" John said, acting really before his plan was completely formed.

She skidded to a halt and turned back to him. She had already been moving away.

"Where's the bathroom?" He asked.

"Down there," she said quickly, pointing to a dank hallway near the back. She rushed off.

John got up and walked over to the restroom. There was a line. He rolled his eyes at the silliness of what he was doing. Waiting in line so he could go pause time. It took almost 15 minutes for him to get in and finally get a stall. He paused time.

John moved through the bar pickpocketing people. He went for anyone that looked like a dick. He made sure to go for the people who had been. He never took too much from one person. 1s and 5s mostly. A 10 here or there. He took a two 20s and a 10 from the obnoxious douche who had pinched her. He made two circuits through the bar. He must have pickpocketed 60 people or so. He counted through the bills. $336. That was a pretty good tip for what that poor girl had to endure.

John moved back to the stall. It had been pretty easy to reposition people after pickpocketing them. He was getting better at doing it. He figured he could use the practice. He unpaused time and waited for a few moments. He then flushed and made his way back to his table, having to shove his way past some people. He left the wad of folded bills and headed for the door.

As he finally reached the door he looked back over his shoulder. Amy had reached his table. She hastily grabbed the stack then paused. She leafed through it and put a hand on her mouth. She looked around. John wasn't sure if she saw him or not. When she looked in his direction he turned away and left.

Sunday 10/21/18, 1:43pm. John licked his ice-cream as he walked naked down the boardwalk wearing only his watch. Time was paused. The world was beautiful. It was a sunny day, and there was peace and quiet with time stopped. It was almost as if he had the entire world to himself. And to his delight he had discovered that ice-cream didn't melt while time was paused. Score.

He was happy and horny and looking for someone to fuck. He couldn't solve his money problem yet but he had solved the dry streak he had been on. He hadn't gotten laid in years. Now he could take whoever he wanted whenever he wanted. He snorted to himself. Hell, he could walk over to Washington and fuck Trump up the ass if he wanted. Or Melania. Or Ivanka. He laughed to himself. Anyone. He had discovered that he didn't grow tired or hungry while time was stopped. Gregory had probably literally walked to Hawaii and back on the day he had given John the watch. Or maybe just the drug store down the road. Who knew. He shook his head. Crazy old man...

John paused in his walking. Gambling. What if he made money by gambling? Could that work? He couldn't do anything like poker. While it would be easy to pause and see what other people's cards were, he didn't leave a faded shadow when he moved when time was paused. There'd be no way he could get back to his seat and unpause time without people noticing him suddenly flicker in place to a slightly different position. What sort of gambling could he do so that he could win money?

He thought for a while more while he walked. He was horny though, so he couldn't really think straight. He looked around. That would do. There was a dirty blonde surfer chick carrying a surf board up from the beach. She was wearing a bikini bottom and a tight fitting blue rash guard top. John walked over to her. She had a slim sporty body. She looked a bit older than him. Perhaps in her mid 20s. Her body was tanned and toned. Beads of water and speckles of sand sparkled across her skin.

John grabbed her board and twisted it out of her arms. He set it aside, letting it float in midair nearby. He pushed her forward, moving her limbs like those of a mannequin. He maneuvered her into a kneeling position and pressed her mouth open. His cock slid past her lips into her gaping mouth. Her unblinking eyes stared straight ahead as he fucked her face. She was cute. She reminded him of someone... who was it? He continued to idly deepthroat her as he thought. He paused, then pulled his cock from her mouth.

Turing her head up he stared at her face. That serving girl. Amy. She looked a bit like Amy. He wasn't sure why, but for some reason that turned him on more. He needed her. He needed to fuck Amy. He quickly pushed the surfer chick onto her back and lowered himself over her in a missionary position.

He could feel the sand on her inner thighs scraping against him as he maneuvered himself into position. He pushed her bikini bottoms aside with a finger and moved in. He penetrated her quickly, letting out a moan as he sunk fully into her with his spit-covered dick.

He pulled her close to him, staring into her blank face that looked so much like Amy's. As he fucked her he could feel his orgasm approaching quickly. With only a few thrusts it was suddenly upon him and he was shooting his load into the surfer chick. His orgasm stretched as he quivered inside her, spilling the last of his seed into her. He slumped down on her as his orgasm ended. He was breathing heavily. Wow. What the hell was it about that serving girl that turned him on so much?

He absently began cleaning up the surfer girl and getting her maneuvered back into position. Sure, Amy was pretty, but so were a lot of girls. And he could fuck whoever he wanted. The chick with his cum in her pussy right in front of him was evidence enough of that. Yet... he didn't want to just fuck Amy while time was stopped. He WANTED her. Why?

John pondered his feelings while he got the surfer chick all straightened up. He then grabbed his ice cream cone from mid-air and continued his walk.

Monday 10/22/18, 4:10pm. John suddenly sat up at his desk. Bob, the man in the cubicle across the isle jumped a bit at his quick motion. "What?" Bob said irritably. John ignored him. He was staring at the small TV at Trey's desk in front of Bob. Trey was watching the lottery. A pretty woman was reaching into the little cage they had filled with balls and calling out the number. That's how he could make money. He could just buy a lotto ticket, pause time, go to the studio, and change which balls the girl picked up. He stood up suddenly, startling Bob again. Then he turned and headed out.

Monday 10/22/18, 4:27pm. "So when will they be drawing the numbers for this?" John said to the gas station attendant.

"They jus' did 'un t'night. Next 'uns next Mondey." The man had a drawling voice and didn't look up from his magazine.

"Well. Thanks. I'm feeling lucky with this one." John said.

The attendant just grunted at him.

Wednesday 10/24/18, 11:12pm. John stared up at the celling of his bedroom. Maybe it was because of how easy it had been for him to make her so happy. Just a few hundred dollars as a tip and she had looked overjoyed. Was that why he couldn't stop thinking about her? He'd never been able to have that effect on women before. Women usually ignored him. He was the definition of a forgettable man. And yet he had so easily made her happy, with just a few quick actions.

He sighed as he stared. He was wide awake. He couldn't sleep. He stared over at his nightstand. He couldn't see it in the dark, but he knew the lotto ticket was there. 07 09 84 21 55 01. Next week's jackpot lotto numbers.

Monday 10/29/18, 4:01pm. The commercial break was over. "Heeeeelllloooo everybody and welcome back Super Power Ultra Ball 4,000!" The man in the cheesy suit had a thin moustache and a fake smile.

John watched with increasing apprehension as the show progressed. After what felt like hours they brought out the machine It started spinning and Shelly, the attractive woman in the red dress, reached in and grabbed a ball. John paused time. It was a ten mile walk from his house to the studio where the show was being filmed. He arrived and made his way inside.

It took quite a while to find the set where they were filming. It wasn't like he could ask anyone. Finally, he made his way in. It was perfect. He made his way up onto the stage. He walked over to Shelly. He pried the ball out of her hand. 34. That wouldn't do. He fished around in the machine for a while before he found 07. He worked it back into her hand. He then had to spend what felt like 5 hours rearranging all the balls, so they were in their correct places. He put 34 back where 07 had been.

He sighed. Then walked back to his house. He was glad he didn't get tired while time was paused. It was still boring as hell though. And he had to do it five more times.

120 miles. He had just walked 120 miles. He sighed as he sat back down for the last time and unpaused the world.

"Aaaannnd our final number for this week is... 01! That's right, the last number is 01! That means this week's numbers are: 07 09 84 21 55 and 01. Thanks everyone for tuning in!"

John smiled, giving his ticket a little flick with his finger. "Well would you look at that?"

Saturday 12/01/18, 9:11pm. John whistled as he walked down the street. Man. Who knew winning the lotto would cause so much paperwork. It was finally all done though. He had his half million safely away in the bank. The door creaked as he pushed his way back into the Boar and the Bard, the bar where Amy worked.

He made his way back to the table he was at last time. It was a Saturday, around the same time he was in last time he was here. He hadn't come back since that night. He was nervous. What if she didn't show up? What if she didn't work here anymore? What if she did?

His heart skipped a beat as a tall brunette in a serving uniform came over to his table. Heart shaped face. Small breasts. It was her. Amy. She was looking down at her notepad as she began speaking her prepared lines. "Welcome to the Boar and the Bard, what can I get you?" She looked up. Suddenly her fake smile changed to a look of shock.

"It's you!" she said, a real smile making its way across her face. "You're that guy from a month or so back that left that huge tip!"

John couldn't help but smile back. "Yeah, well, I saw the way you were being treated and well... it looked like you needed a little kindness."

"Thank you so much, really, you have no idea how much that meant to me. I was late on my rent and I- well," she paused, composing herself. "Sorry, you don't want to hear about that."

"Actually I do." John said. There was far more confidence in his voice than he felt. "Maybe we can talk about it after your shift?"

"Um... Yeah ok!" She said, pausing for only a moment before a smile broke her face again. "I get off at 10."

"Great," John said. "That's perfect. I'll meet you then."

Saturday 12/01/18, 10:09pm. "Sorry!" Amy said as she emerged from the bar. "I got caught up in the back. Someone dropped a plate and I had to clean it up."

"Don't worry about it." John said smiling at her. She was still in her serving uniform but had a heavy white coat tied around herself.

"Oh and you really shouldn't have..." she said pulling the wad of cash from her pocket and handing it towards him.

"No, no please." John said. "I want you to have it." He pushed the cash back towards her.

She gave a weak smile, clearly unsure what to do. She paused a moment then put the money back in her pocket. "I can't stay and talk long. I take the bus to my apartment from here and the last one comes at 10:20."

John nodded. "That's alright. I should probably be getting home too."

"Why'd you do it?" She said suddenly.

"What do you mean?" John asked

"It's not every day a girl gets two 300 dollar tips."

John shrugged. "They don't pay you enough. All the junk you must put up with. I don't know how you do it. Honestly... I just wanted to make it right. $600 doesn't seem like enough." He shrugged again and laughed nervously. "I hope I don't come off as some creep just giving you money so you'll talk to me."

Amy laughed out loud. "No, not at all." She had a large grin on her face. "Creeps don't give you money, they pinch your ass when you are carrying a tray of drinks."

John scoffed. From there the conversation got easier. They talked for a while and he lost track of time. It felt like only a minute, but suddenly a bus was pulling up.

"Well it was good talking to you," Amy said as she stood.

"Wait," John said "would you like a ride home? My car is parked right over there. I know how shitty it is riding the bus."

She hesitated, then stepped away from the bus. "Alright," she said with a smile.

Saturday 12/01/18, 10:42pm. "That's it right there," Amy said pointing at a small apartment building.

"Ok," John said as he pulled up in front of it. "There you are."

"Thanks for driving me." Amy said.

She opened her door a bit and put her right foot on the curb. "Hey," she said. "Would you like to come in for a bit? It's cold out and your heater doesn't work so well. I can make you a hot chocolate!"

"Sure," John said with a smile.

Saturday 12/01/18, 10:49pm. Was it really this easy? John sat on Amy's couch. She was in the other room "making hot chocolate." He never got this far with a girl. Was $600 all it took to get a girl hooked? If he had known that he would have spent a lot less on video games and tried this a long time ago.

"My electric kettle is broken," Amy called from down the hall. She stepped out from the hallway and walked towards him. She was wearing only a pair of lacy black panties, a matching bra, and thin black stockings. "But I think I thought of another way to warm you up."

John smiles and leaned back as Amy came over to him. She unzipped his pants and quickly flopped out his dick. She smiled back and him and maintained eye contact as she went down on him. She brought his tip into her mouth, lightly kissing and sucking at it. John moaned. He had forgotten how much better it could feel when the woman was moving instead of frozen solid.

Slowly she brought him deeper into her throat. She made a gagging sound and her throat tightened around his dick. She lolled her tongue around his shaft, sending tremors of pleasure up his body. He grabbed her hair in a fist and began moving her head up and down. She obliged, and began sucking his cock in earnest. She wasn't an amateur at this. She was rocking her head up and down like a pro, maintaining eye contact the whole time and swallowing his cock all the way to the base. She was making pleasant choking sounds with each stroke and slobbering all over him.

With shock he felt his orgasm building. He quickly pulled her off him. She let out a giggle as his dick popped free from her mouth. He moaned on the edge of orgasm, desperately trying to hold it back. "Did that feel good?" she cooed in a voice an octave higher than her normal voice.

"God I want to fuck you..." John breathed.

Amy stood up and slipped her panties off "I thought you'd never ask" she said in a playful tone. She bit her lip as she walked over to the counter and pulled out a condom. She ripped the packaging open and placed the tip of the condom into her mouth.

She kneeled down in front of John again and brought her mouth back to his cock. With an expert motion she used her lips to roll the condom onto his cock while simultaneously deepthroating him. She came off him quickly then stood and turned around.

That was all the invitation John needed. She yelped and giggled as John roughly grabbed her and pulled her down to the couch. John pushed her down beside him into a doggy style position and got on his knees behind her.

Her pussy was already lubed with her pre so his latex-sheathed cock plunged into her easily. She moaned as his meat sunk deep into her. "Fuck me rough..." she moaned.

John grabbed her by the hips and began pounding into her. Her whole body shook with each thrust. It felt good. Her hole was warm and tight. But the condom was ruining it. It blunted the feeling too much. He had gotten used to doing it raw with time stopped. Now the condomed version just felt hallow.

John's mind wandered as he fucked Amy's brains out. She moaned loudly beneath him and her leg quivered as he threw her into an orgasm. "Goooood yessss" she moaned breathlessly as her whole body shook beneath him.

It wasn't fair. His mood soured. All his messing around had ruined him. Condomed sex just wasn't enjoyable anymore...

Then John got an idea. He stared down at Amy. She was practically limp beneath him as he continued to fuck her. She probably wouldn't notice if he just... John continued to keep up his pace as he reached down towards his cock with one hand. He wrapped his index finger and thumb around the condom and pulled it towards his body, tightening it. Not missing a stroke he thrust forwards again and he felt the condom rip and his cock sink into Amy's hot juicy pussy.

He was right, she hadn't noticed. A new thrill of pleasure shot through John as his unsheathed cock slammed in and out of Amy's tight wet pussy. He grabbed her by the hips and picked up speed, ramming himself into her. It was a thrill, knowing he was fucking her raw without her knowing.

John buried himself deep in her one last time and finally released, shooting his cum into her. Amy's moan of pleasure turned to confusion as John's sperm coated her walls. "What the?" she said, sitting up and pulling herself off of John.

"Fuck!" She exclaimed, looking down at John's cum-covered cock and the ripped condom. "It broke?! Did you just cum inside of me?! No!" panic splayed across her face as she spread her legs and held her pussy lips open. Globs of John's cum spilled from her gaping hole.

"Fuck! I'm not on birth control you asshole! That's what the condom is for!" John watched as she dug at her pussy, slopping globs of it out of her with her fingers. John shrugged, a smile on his face. He dressed and left quickly. It was worth it.

It was dark outside as John walked down the street. He whistled to himself as he went. He was on top of the world. Time stopping watch or not -- he could get what he wanted from a woman. He looked up at the stars and smiled. "Thanks Gramps. Now what should I do next?"

Monday 12/03/18, 11:15pm. "Fuck..." John said as he paced back and forth in his room. He hadn't been able to get Amy off his mind. Ever since he fucked her and left her he had this nagging fear in the back of his mind. Why had he done that? It had felt great at first. Dominating her and doing what he wanted. But that feeling had faded pretty quickly as the hours had passed.

Two days had gone by and he couldn't get over it. It felt... wrong... Sure, it wasn't technically any worse than what he had been doing for over a month... He'd been stopping time and having his way with women without them knowing. Honestly, if there was some cosmic judge out there that was probably worse than what he did to Amy... But it didn't feel worse to him... With those other women he could justify his actions. What he was doing wasn't really hurting them. They didn't even know it was happening. But with Amy? He had hurt her... And he had only meant to help her at first...

Back on the beach with the surfer chick he had though he had needed to fuck Amy. But that wasn't right at all. His mind had been distorted by all the fucking he was doing. He didn't need to fuck her. He just needed her. There was something about her that made him... like her. Not just for her body. Not just to use. He liked her as a person. That glimmer she had in her eyes. Her smile. The fact she was working so hard in a dead-end job. He had bought her trust and then abused it. And that was eating him up inside.

John flicked the watch. Stupid thing. It had caused all these problems... None of this would have happened without it. He tugged at it, trying to get it off. "Fuck!" he screamed as he ripped at the straps. It was not working. It wouldn't unbuckle. He tried to slide it off. He pushed hard on the side of it, causing the front of the watch to dig into his wrist. It was lifting. Turning. He kept forcing it and finally... it... flipped over. The face of the watch was now facing his skin and the backplate was pointing up.

John fell to the floor in a huff. It hadn't moved up his wrist. He'd just flipped it... He sighed. Then he looked at the backplate and froze. There was a small little screw in the backplate. The screw was near the button he used to pause time. "What the..." he mused to himself.

John rummaged around in his room and finally found his old glasses case. In it was a small screwdriver. What the hell would be inside a magic watch? He slumped down on the floor at the foot of his bed. He bit his lip and made up his mind. He wasn't sure what he was doing but for some reason it felt right. John began to unscrew the little screw in the back of the watch. It was very tight and took some effort to get it started. Finally he got it going and it began to unscrew.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you..." a familiar voice said from behind his ear. John must have jumped three feet in the air in terror. He sprawled across the floor in panic and then looked up at his bed.

His dead grandfather Gregory, the man who had given him the watch as his last act before fading into dust, was laying on his bed. Gregory was on his stomach, lazily kicking his feet back and forth and propping his head up with both hands.

"Hey Johnny boy!" he laughed, wiping a tear out of his eye.

"Y-you're dead!" John gasped in a horrified voice, pointing up at his grandfather and worming his way further away on his back.

"Well isn't everyone eventually?" Gregory said in a musing voice.

John stared back blankly, utterly horrified and utterly dumbfounded.

"Oh what's the matter boy?" Gregory said in a dismissive voice as he sat up and swung his legs over the foot of the bed. "Cat got your tongue?"

"How-" John stammered.

"Wellllll... It's all quite complicated. Needless to say I never expected to see you again after that disappearing act."

"Dis... What?! You died! The clock said you were out of time and you died!" John sputtered.

"Oh. That. No, well, you see, that's what we in the business call... a bold faced lie." Gregory gave a sheepish smile and shrugged. "You see... the date and time on the watch isn't the date and time of your death. It's the date and time of your next jump." Gregory looked at John as if this was supposed to explain everything.

"...What?..." John said blankly.

"Ohhhhh alright... I see you haven't picked up on any of this yourself. Well... I suppose you wouldn't with what I did to the watch..." Gregory stood up and tugged at this shirt, straightening it out. "You see boy, that watch does a lot more than stop time. A lot more boy... But... well... I wanted to hide that from you."

"What? Why? What does it do?" John said as he began to regain some of his composure.

Gregory sighed and suddenly looked very old and weary indeed. "Look... I don't want to tell you about all this. It's better off if you don't know. And don't go messing around with that watch. Bad things will happen if you open it... Well see you-"

"No!" John shouted as he grabbed his grandfather's wrist. "No! Don't you dare disappear again. How do you have this when I have it?" John pointed at the watch on his grandfather's wrist. A perfect copy of the one John wore. "You gave this to me when you turned to dust. How do you have another? And no more games, because if this is dangerous, you better tell me because I'm opening it."

Gregory looked genuinely shocked. "And why would you do a thing like that boy? Aren't you happy with the great gift I gave you?"

"Gift?!" John shouted in disbelief. "Gift?! This thing is messing with my head! Do you know what I did? I purposefully came in a girl without her permission without time paused! Damn't Greg fuck you! Why would you give me this thing?" John tossed his grandfather's arm aside and paced away.

When Gregory spoke again it was in a softer and more serious tone. "So you found someone you care about so quickly did ya?" He sighed. "Screw it up because of the power the watch gave you?"

John shrugged, his back still turned to his grandfather.

"I did too you know... Your grandmother was a wonderful woman." Gregory laughed, a wistful tone in his voice. "Something very similar happened between me and her back in the day.

"What?" John said turning back around.

"Oh, it's true..." Gregory said with a far off look in his eyes. "Found a woman I wanted to be with without time stopped. Had been using women for so long I had forgotten how to do that. Knocked her up. I laughed at her and ran away the first time... I bet I looked a lot like you look right now. Wanting to find a way to go back and fix things..." Gregory sighed. "Alright John, I'll level with you. I didn't lie about everything. I did get the watch from an old war fried when he died. His name was Adam Sabal. He pulled the same thing on me I pulled on you. Said he'd die when the time on the watch came. Vanished in a puff of dust when it did. Just like you I believed him for a while. Then I met your grandmother. Screwed things up. Tried to open the watch just like you are now." He laughed a pitying laugh. "Oh I understand now Adam... Oh how I understand now..."

"Gramps!" John said snapping his fingers in front of Gregory's face.

"Oh... Sorry there boy... Got lost in the past... Right where was I?"

"Your old war buddy lied to you just like you lied to me." John said with a straight face.

"Oh," Gregory said sheepishly. "Right... Well, He was just trying to protect me. You see boy, it's a big scary cosmos out there and it's better if you think this watch is just a little time stopping trinket."

"What else does it do? Can you go back in time?" John asked with a fervent tone in his voice.

Gregory winced. "I really wish you hadn't tried to meddle with things John... Yes. You can go back-"

"Show me! I want to go back and make things right!" Joh interrupted.

"Right-o. Ok boy, fine. But don't say I didn't warn ya. Now I'm not going to unlock all the features at once. That would just be like handing the nuclear launch button to a horny monkey... But I will let you go back and patch things up with your girly friend." Gregory pressed on the faceplate of his own watch. The cover flipped up and a kaleidoscope of shapes and text erupted from the watch, hovering in the space above the watch. Gregory swooped his hand through some of the text causing it to all swirl, spin, and change. John looked on in awe.

"I'm going to unlock another ability of the watch. Limited, but still useful." Gregory closed his own watch and the glowing holographic floating text vanished. Gregory reached out for John's arm and Joh offered it. Gregory screwed John's backplate screw back in and flipped the watch back right-way-up. He then tapped the face of his own watch to John's. There was a faint whirring noise like cogs spinning. The backplate briefly felt hot on his wrist, then everything returned to normal.

"Pop the button out of the watch like you are going to change the time on it. Then give the watch a good spin counter-clockwise. You'll travel back in time and space to the place you were when you last ejaculated. I trust that was the time you busted a nut in your lady friend?" Gregory smiled a silly smile.

John brushed off the momentary disgust he felt at hearing his grandfather talk this way and then nodded. "Good!" Gregory said. "Try not to use this feature more than once a week. It can... cause problems..." Gregory lifted his hand and John knew he was about to use his own watch to disappear again.

"Wait!" John called before his grandfather could pull another disappearing act. "What does the date on the watch mean?"

Gregory smiled and shook his head. "One step at a time Johnny boy, one step at a time... I'll see you again, but for now just be happy with your new ability." With that, before John could say anything else, Gregory slapped his watch again and vanished without a trace.

John was left alone in his room. He stood there stunned for a few minutes, then made up his mind. He was going to make things right. He popped the little button on the side of his watch out, took a deep breath, and gave it a counterclockwise spin.

The hands on the clock span wildly backwards, finally landing on 10:54. Then the world spun. He felt a jerking sensation in his chest like he was being yanked out of a pond by a fishing wire. Then, everything changed.

Saturday 12/01/18, 10:54pm. John groaned in pleasure as he finished his orgasm, shooting the last drop of his cum into Amy's pussy. He was back in her apartment. They were back on the couch, doggystyle. He had just shot his load into her pussy. Amy's moan of pleasure turned to confusion as John's sperm coated her walls. "What the?" she said, sitting up and pulling herself off of John.

"Fuck!" She exclaimed, looking down at John's cum-covered cock and the ripped condom. "It broke?! Did you just cum inside of me?! No!" panic splayed across her face as she spread her legs and held her pussy lips open. Globs of John's cum spilled from her gaping hole.

"Fuck! I'm not on birth control you asshole! That's what the condom is for!"

"Shit!" John said as he got his bearings on the situation. "I'm- I'm sorry!" He stammered. "I-it must have broken while we were..."

"Damnit!" she said, giving up trying to dig his cum out of her pussy and sitting down on the couch.

"I didn't mean to... Shit!" John stammered, not really knowing what to say.

"It's ok..." Amy said with a sigh. "I think I have a morning after pill around here somewhere... It's just they are expensive..."

"That's no problem!" John said, relieved. "It was my fault, I'll cover it."

Amy smiled. "Thanks... Sorry I overreacted... I just... for a second I though you did that on purpose..."

"No I-" John started, but Amy interrupted him.

"I know," she said quickly. "Look, it's just... I don't normally jump into bed with guys I just met." She let out a deep sigh. "You gave me so much money... I just thought if I didn't give you something in return you'd lose interest..." She shrugged and looked down at herself, slumping over. "God I feel like shit..." she said softly.

John scooted closer. "Amy... I didn't give you the money so you'd fuck me. And I wasn't going to run away if you didn't sleep with me..." Using a finger he lifted her chin so she was looking at him. "look... I just realized that... well... I really like you. That's why I came back the second time. I couldn't get you out of my head."

Amy smiled and looked away shyly. "You're sweet..." she said.

"it's true!" he said. "I never expected to see you again. I gave you that first tip then went on with my life, but something about you..." Amy laughed a small laugh.

"Look, I'm nothing special." She said. "You seem like a real nice guy... and you know what you are doing in bed... But a guy like you doesn't want to be with a girl like me."

"What's that supposed to mean?" John said in a confused voice.

"You're rich!" Amy explained. "I'm just a broke waitress up to her eyeballs in debt..." She began to slump down in her seat again. "I was just fucking you hoping to lure you in and get more of your money..."

John scoffed and in a joking tone said "Well I'm rich aren't I? What's the harm in giving you some money?"

Amy laughed and rolled her eyes. "Don't you get it?" She said. "I was just trying to use you."

John stirred nervously in his seat on the couch. "Well... since we are telling the truth... I wasn't entirely honest with you either... The condom didn't break. I broke it... God you are just so sexy I wanted to feel you without it... and I just... got a little carried away..." Now it was John's turn to slump in the couch. Why was he telling her this? He was just running his chances with her by telling the truth.

Amy smirked and gave a small laugh. "I know..."

"You do?" John said questioningly.

"Trojan condoms don't just break..." she said mirthfully.

"You're... not mad at me?" John said with surprise.

"You aren't mad at me?" Amy said.

"No." They both said together.

"Besides..." Amy said "It did feel pretty good."

"What?" John said in confusion.

"It felt really good to have you cum inside me..." She said slyly. "No one has ever done that before... I didn't realize I'd like it so much. Plus... everything else was amazing as well..." She bit her lip as she gazed at him.

John felt a twitch as his flaccid cock began to grow erect again. He was horny. I felt like he had cum two days ago not two minutes.

Amy looked down and arched an eyebrow. "Are you-"

"What can I say?" John said playfully "hearing you talk about how much you liked me cumming in you is turning me on... And since you're going to use a morning after pill anyway..."

Any laughed in disbelief. "Now? Are you ser-"

John cut her off with a kiss to the lips. Her body tensed for a moment then relaxed as she kissed him back. John cupped her breast in his hand and pushed her onto her back. She went down easily and began moaning again as John pinched her nipple.

"Put your fat cock back in me" she whispered in a voice laced with sexual desire. She wrapped her legs around his back as he lowered himself over her missionary style. His cock slid into her cum-covered pussy with ease. It was still hot, and her used sex made a sloppy welcoming squelch as he pressed his way in.

"Ohhh god fuck mee..." Amy moaned as John buried his shaft in her. He set into a steady rhythm, drilling his cock in and out of her frothing pussy at a steady rate. It was still looser from the early fuck, and John was going quick and dirty. It squelched softly as his cum-coated cock rammed back and forth.

John pinched her nipple and she inhaled sharply. Her pack arched at the pleasure. He leaned further over her, nuzzling and kissing softly at her neck. She was beautiful when she was about to cum. Her eyes fluttered and her mouth gaped open in a seductive 0 shape. Her head titled backwards as her body tensed. She grabbed on to John's arms with her hands. As her orgasm hit her she dug into his skin with her nails. Her whole body quivered as the feeling of John's rock hard cock sloppily slamming into her already cum-filled pussy sent her over the edge.

She screamed in pleasure as John twisted her nipple sharply, his touch turning her strong orgasm into the best she had had in years. Her quivering was so strong that for a moment John thought she was having a seizure. As he slowed though she yelled "Don't s-s-stop!"

John redoubled his thrusting. Her pussy was clenching and shaking just as much as the rest of her body. The tightness it caused finally sent John over the edge. He slammed himself home one more time and shot his second load of the night deep into her waiting womb.

As his hot cum flowed into her, Amy's orgasm peaked. Her back arched, her head flung back, her eyes fluttered, and her toes curled. Then it was over and she collapsed back down onto the couch with a satisfied sigh. John's cock came out of her with a satisfying pop. He let himself fall down into a sitting position on the couch.

"Fuck..." John said breathlessly. "I never thought sloppy seconds would be so good..."

"Yeah..." Amy sighed pleasantly.

"Do you mind if I stay the night?" John found himself saying suddenly.

Amy raised her head slightly to look up at him. "Sure," she said, a tone of happiness in her voice. "That sounds really nice."

She moaned as she craned herself up into a sitting position. She stretched her arms above her head. "I'm gonna go clean up ok? Why don't you find us something to watch? The Netflix app should come up when you turn on the TV."

John nodded as he grabbed the remote. "Sure thing," he said as she walked to the bathroom.

John smiled to himself as he flipped through Netflix. This was better. Much better.