Wound Thrice Round Ch. 01

As my dick softened, I could feel her body sort of sealing up as I slipped out of her, the muscles trying to perform their usual post-coitus squeezing to trap the sperm inside. I pulled slowly out and stepped back to get one final look at this woman's pale, shapely ass and freshly-fucked pussy. There was a tiny white pearl of cum sitting at her entrance, ready to drip out as soon as I reset time, and I wondered what she would feel. 'How will she react after things get going again? What will she think happened?' My self-satisfied grin melted into a frown and I shook my head, a heavy sense of guilt sinking into the pit of my stomach. 'I hope she doesn't run to the cops or something. God! What if I got her pregnant?'

I adjusted her dress back into place as best I could, then returned to my place behind the counter in front of the old man and picked the watch up off the counter. 'That was well and truly fucked up. I can't believe I just did that. I fucked that lady while time was stopped and now I can just start time up again and act like nothing ever happened. And no matter what she feels or how she reacts when time starts moving, she can't blame me for anything, because, according to her timeline, I haven't moved from this spot since she entered the store!' I laughed nervously, not quite convinced that something wasn't about to go horribly wrong. 'Well, I can't go back in time to change it now, so it's either leave time frozen forever and never find out what could go wrong or get things going again.' I looked around at the still world, marveling again at the power of this device, then I took a deep breath and twisted the knob back to the right.

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With a click like a light switch, the world jolted into motion again, traffic whisking by at full speed and living noises filling the air once more. There was a sudden, feminine shriek from the candy aisle, followed by the crashing clatter of boxes of candy scattering across the floor and the woman came rushing around the corner clutching the back of her skirt. She was frantically looking back over her shoulder as though someone were chasing her.

I blinked at her innocently and tried to sound normal, "um, i-is everything alright, miss?"

She shuffled up to the counter with an irritated expression furrowed across her eyebrows and dropped a chocolate bar between us, "Sorry about the mess, but I think you have a gas leak or a ventilation problem or something. There was this gushing blast! I felt it all up behind me, like something shooting right up my...back. You should tell your manager to get that checked out." She pulled some money out of her phone-wallet, accepted her change and walked indignantly out of the store with her purchase, glaring evilly at the spilled pile of sweets she had left behind.

"So, what did you think, my boy? Did you enjoy the sex?"

"Yeah, it was...wait. How did you know I fucked her? Maybe I just looked at her a lot and copped a good feel."

He threw his head back and laughed loudly, "of course you took advantage of her! And why wouldn't you, when you can get away with it? 'I just had sex with a stranger while time was stopped' is not a thought that would ever occur to anyone! Just think about what she said. A ventilation leak! Less than five seconds went by and she'd already come up with a semi-plausible explanation for what she'd felt. I told you my watch was special."

"Alright, I admit it. You were telling the truth." I tucked the watch into my pants pocket where it sat like a ticking rock against my thigh, "but that still doesn't explain why you'd give it to me. This thing is stupidly powerful, and I can't even begin to think how much it might be worth and you're just handing it off like you're putting spare change in some homeless guy's cup?"

"I've been watching you for a little while. Not being creepy or anything, just trying to see what kind of person you are. A loner. Smart. Kind, but guarded. Overqualified and undervalued. The pained hunger when you look at women you know you can never have. The quiet jealousy of the rich men who get them." He clapped me on my shoulder, "yeah, I know you pretty well. You remind me of me. I don't have any kids and very few friends. I don't think any of them are right for it. But you? Something tells me that you are really going to enjoy having this power."

I jammed my hand in my pocket to feel the hard lump of metal, still not sure any of this was really happening. It felt like at any moment my alarm would go off and I would wake up, but the dream just kept going. I really did have a time-stopping watch in my possession and I really could use it to get away with all kinds of things.

"A word of caution, though," he continued. "Make sure you keep ahold of the watch. It doesn't need skin contact or anything like that. You can keep it in your pocket just fine or even stop time and leave it in a safe place, then come back later. But don't forget where you left it. Don't lose it anywhere. Time will stay stopped until you start it back up again, so don't go dropping it into a volcano or anything stupid. You'll live out the rest of your days with the world frozen in place around you, stuck forever at whatever time of day it is. And after you die, what about the rest of us? Are we just left locked away for eternity? Does the whole universe just stop? What happens if it gets broken or destroyed while you've got time paused? It's a weird thing to think about and the idea always gave me the willies, so please, be careful, for all our sakes!"

I nodded at him wordlessly, dumbfounded at my strange luck, awestruck with the implications and possibilities.

"Oh, and you're probably wondering how I drove cars and made things work. Its another one of those things about the watch I don't quite understand, but if you're holding onto something you can bring it with you so it will still work when time is stopped. Like cameras," he winked at me. "I have loads of impossible pictures. In the case of cars, I'd just get in, start it up, then stop time and the engine would stay running just fine. It's like the watch knows what you're wanting to bring with you or something because it wouldn't leave a random bus or train I was on running the same way. But if I was in control of it, then it would work. Though there were times when I'd be driving with someone and I wanted to stop time but not take the car with me so I could do something else and ignore driving the car and that would work, too. Like, I think it really does know. Confusing at first, but I bumbled through it...and I'm sure you will, too."

I gave him a crooked smile, unsure what to say, feeling like 'thank you' was somehow insufficient, but needing to say something, anything. "Cool," I croaked stupidly.

He thumped me on the shoulder again and strode towards the door, waving genially in my direction. "Have fun, kid. Maybe I'll see you around. Keep it safe and don't get caught!"

I suddenly felt like I should stop him, ask him for advice or something. "Hey, mister! What do I do now?"

"Now? Now...," he shrugged broadly, then winked at me with a mischievous twinkle in his gnomish eyes and a feral grin on his wrinkled face, "you do anything you want."

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