TSU: Time Stop University

At exactly 1pm each day, time stops for everyone everywhere except for one lucky student who has 60 minutes of their time to do whatever they want to whoever they want. Today, the world freezes for you.
From: GaylynneQ through Discord

I check my phone 12:54:52. Just under 10 minutes left, until everything, well almost everything, on campus freezes at 1:03:23 everyday. One person each day remains unfrozen, free to move about a snapshot of the campus. It all started a couple weeks into the fall semester of my 3rd year. Plenty of people transferred immediately, others couldn’t afford to switch schools, some resorted to locking themselves away everyday, while a lot of people embraced it. Timber Stewart University quickly became known as Time Stop University.

Nobody really knows why it, or how it’s happening, although the Physics Department is trying their best to solve the physics defying riddle. One of them even spent their entire hour counting, and found that time froze for 57 minutes and 42 seconds. The prevailing theory around the school is that the Physics Department is actually behind all of it. Some science experiment gone wrong, or right depending on who you ask.

I turn back to my work, I need to finish this paper. I didn’t do as well as I had hoped on the midterm and the final is likely to be in the same boat. I scan over the words, the article going over the cultural symbiosis between America and Japan. It is terribly dry and sapping all life from me with each new sentence.

My other tabs slowly draw my attention, several manga chapters that Maria had turned me on to. Which now that I consider it might support my own research. A little break won’t hurt. I start reading over the a chapter, but my focus seems to not be in the mood for any of it.

It’s a common occurrence as the time stop nears. They rescheduled all one o’clock classes, people were skipping trying to be in optimal place for their chance at being the Unfrozen.

A month into the semester, I was caught in a time event. The Unfrozen had managed to cram a classroom full of people. We were barely able to move there were so many of us shoved in there. Oh and did I mention that they’d stripped us? Well they did, and they sealed the door, we were stuck in there for quite awhile. The air conditioning was unable to keep up, a mass of hot and sweaty bodies squeezed together. I was sandwiched between tall dark and handsome, Marcus from my Freshman Lit class, and the golden goddess of the soccer team, Lexi Balaskas. A bisexual’s wet dream come true.

Marcus’s hard cock pressed against my back, and Lexi’s golden tanned thighs separated by my own pasty white thigh. When time resumed its natural pace, the room sprung to life everyone wiggling, trying their best to get out and away. But the place was packed, and there was nowhere to go. Could I have managed to get my leg out from beneath Lexi? Maybe, but I wasn’t about to try. Hearing her whimpers as she was jostled atop my leg, Marcus’s groans as his manhood was pressed against my backside.

When it was all over, I had Marcus’s jizz across my back and Lexi’s fluids soaking my thigh. I asked her out when we finally got out, but it turns out even straight girls can cum on another woman’s thigh. Especially when they’re staring at the handsome man behind her. Those two are still together, so happy for them and all that, not jealous at all, nope.

Still that was much better than the environmental statement an Unfrozen tried to make a few days ago. After time resumed I was tied to a tree. Luckily Maria found me, although not before my skin was slapped with the sun’s wrath. I’m still getting over the sunburn.

I finally finish the chapter I was reading and hit next, but the page doesn’t load. The wifi isn’t working, then I see it. 1:03. No, no, no, no, electricity still works for whatever reason, but the internet relies upon stuff outside the time bubble, or at least I think that’s what the Physics Department was trying to say. How long has it been? I rush down the stairs of the library, everyone is frozen in place. Today, I’m the Unfrozen and I wasted it reading manga and academic papers, and daydreaming about Lexi’s sunkissed Mediterranean body pressed against— wait I’m just wasting more time all over again.

Stupid school getting me all distracted. I had so many ideas, but without knowing how much time I have left I can’t do any of the big things. How embarrassing would it be to have time unfreeze while I was dragging people into a giant pool of jello? No, I would need something smaller. And I don’t know what, no I can’t waste time lying to myself.

I leave my stuff, I was set up in a quiet corner of the library and should be able to get back to it after time resumes. I rush outside people frozen midstep all around. And then I realize, I don’t know where to go. The room? No, oh the Art Department, that’s got to be it.

I catch sight of the Time Resume Photo-op off to my side. A tripod is set up to capture the second time resumes everyday. A big whole collage is being made, and surely I didn’t waste an entire hour dreaming about Lexi’s muscular body pressed against my soft— damn it not again.

I scurry around pulling people into the shot. Then, I strip down all the men, arranging them into a human throne. And I set up the hottest woman I could find, placing her upon the pile of men, giving her the most regal set of clothes I can find. Boom, Queen upon her throne. And now back to business.

Next on the way to the Art Department is body mod station. The art majors discovered that tattoo guns still work during the freeze, the Physics Department says it’s because of them using magnets and surface tension or something. They then set up a station for the Unfrozen to use them, with instructions on how to use the equipment, safely and sanitarily. Most of them turn out terrible, or frat bros drawing dicks on people. But the Art Department offers free coverups, which is honestly probably their entire plan behind setting up the station.

I look down at my left forearm. I was actually tattooed a few weeks ago. A pair of butterflies fluttering around a lavender bush. It had to be done by someone who knew what they were doing. I was pretty sure it was Maria, but she never brought it up so I just moved on. From the tattoo, not Maria.

I fly up the stairs, looking through every door down the hall until I finally find her. Maria, my best friend, roommate, and the woman of my dreams. She’s frozen in place, a paintbrush in her hand. Her hair pulled back in a messy bun of jet black hair. Only one strap of her overalls is done, her tanktop underneath leaves her arms bare. Every tattoo on full display.

We were randomly assigned as roommates our Freshman year, and I quickly fell for her. But we also quickly became friends and I’d lost too many friends in high school over coming out to risk making a move. So I silently pined over my smoking hot Latina roommate for the past two and a half years.

But then when time started freezing on a daily basis, I caught myself on more than one occasion daydreaming about a frozen Maria. My one chance to be intimate with her, without risking ruining everything. She is so beautiful, I step close, pulling her down for a kiss.

It feels odd to kiss a frozen person. I’m not sure why I still imagined her moving in my daydreams, perhaps because I want something real not a frozen moment in time. I want her hands on my body, pulling me in tight, her tongue dancing with mine, her biting my lower lip— her biting my— I freeze in place, my eyes shooting open and I see Maria smiling as my lip pulls free. “Hey, Shortstuff,” Maria laughs.

“I, I, I um, hi,” I chuckle.

Maria still holds me close, “So how did the freeze go for you?”

I could feel my cheeks turning bright red in embarrassment, “I worked on homework, read manga, and fantasized about Balaskas.”

“Ran out of time, huh?”

“Maybe a little,” I say holding my fingers up close to each other.

She follows up with, “So what would you have done with more time?” She stops moving, giving me a smile as she stands frozen in the art room.

I swallow, “Probably would’ve started with removing this,” I say undoing the button of her overalls. They fell to the floor leaving Maria in a tanktop and her underwear. “And then—“ I freeze again staring into her warm bronze eyes.

“And then?” she urges me to continue.

“And then, probably admit my true feelings to your sexy frozen face,” I feel like throwing up in a bundle of nerves.

“Oh, okay. And those are?”

Everything comes pouring out in a stream of word vomit, “That you’re amazing, and beautiful, and that I kind of love you. And I don’t want to lose you, but I want so much more.”

“That’s a lot,” she replies. “But I want you too.”

“Really?” I ask, “But you never said anything?”

“I mean neither did you,” she says, taking my arm and rolling it over, “I did tattoo you though.”

“I knew it,” I shout as Maria traces the lavender with her finger. She laughs. “But I didn’t even know you were queer? You never talk about anyone.”

Maria keeps looking at the tattoo, “Do you know what demisexual is?” I stammer over my words for a second, so Maria continues, “I need an emotional connection to form a sexual attraction.”

“So…”

“So, I like you Shortstuff. I wasn’t sure you felt the same, I had obviously hoped, but I wasn’t sure, well until I unfroze with your tongue in my mouth,” she teases.

I jump into her arms, pressing my lips to hers once again, this time the kiss is returned. “So what were you painting?” I turn to see the canvas.

It’s a woman tied to a tree. I immediately recognize it as myself, especially the sunburn across my pale legs. “It’s this powerful environmental piece, about trees or something. Okay, or maybe it’s just you tied to that tree.” We laugh together. “So should I put my pants back on— or…”

“Oh, definitely or,” I smile, pushing myself back into Maria’s arms. She pulls us over to a platform in the middle of the room, a chaise set up obviously for some kind of modeling, but right now it’s for us.

She pulls me down on top of her. Our lips meet in another kiss, I can feel her hands undoing my pants. I slip a hand up her shirt as she snakes her hand into my panties. Outside the room, the rest of the world might as well be frozen, or even have ceased to exist. All that matters is Maria and me, together finally.

Her touch is electric, sending shivers through my body. Our embrace hot as I lay atop her, grinding my hips against her hand. The heat of her core presses against my leg. We ride against each other, chasing the other’s pleasure. After the best orgasm of my life, I slide in next to Maria, sinking into the bliss of her arms.

“What does it mean?” I ask as Maria looks over my tattoo again.

She kisses my hand, “It’s us. They put our names on butterflies on our door Freshman year. They were going to take them down at the end of first semester but you saved them.”

“They were so pretty, it felt wrong to let them be destroyed.” She laughs kissing the top of my head.

“And the lavender is because of the candle you gave me for my birthday.”

“When I asked you to be my roommate again?”

“Yea, it meant a lot that you wanted to live together again. And that you remembered my birthday. It’s when I really started falling for you.”

“Wait! You mean we could’ve been together since then?” I ask in shock.

She just laughs, “Maybe, but I’m glad we got to be friends a bit longer.”

I look up at her to kiss her again. “I’m glad we’re friends too. But I’m also really glad to do this,” I say as I kiss her again.