Time the All-Knowing

As Saturday morning arrives, I find myself walking up relatively early. At first, my instinct is to try to go back to sleep to get some extra rest, since that's what I normally do on the weekend, but after trying for a little bit, I realize it's not going to happen. Guess my body has decided it wants to be awake right now. Thankfully, it doesn't seem to have anything to do with me being hard today, which is at least good. It looks like getting off multiple times yesterday was able to quell my arousal for the time being. I doubt it will last forever, but I'll take it for now. Being that horny while I'm at home with my parents sounds like a recipe for disaster.

I hop out of bed and throw on some casual clothes before making my way downstairs for some breakfast. However, when I get there, I'm surprised to find Luck already in my kitchen. The well-endowed woman is wearing a loose-fitting tank top and a pair of extra short shorts. It appears that even she has decided to go for a more casual look today. Though she's still flaunting an absurd amount of skin, not that I'm surprised at this point. She smiles when she sees me enter and leans against the kitchen counter, giving me a clear view of her cleavage, which I try (and mostly fail) to not stare at.

"Good morning!" She greets me cheerfully.

"Uh, hey. You're certainly here early," I note.

"Well, after getting a chance to recharge from yesterday, I figured I'd get an early start to the day," Luck replies before turning back to the stove. "And I thought I'd start by making us something to eat!"

"Do you know how to cook?" I raise an eyebrow.

"Not exactly, but I figured it can't be that hard. All you do is throw stuff into a pan and heat it up, right?" She asks.

Upon hearing that, I get a little concerned. I walk into the kitchen and look over her shoulder to see an odd-looking soup sitting on the stove. I can make out egg shells, chunks of bacon, and even some bits of granola floating around in the liquid. The disgust must be clearly visible on my face as Luck blushes as she looks over at me to gauge my reaction.

"Okay, maybe it is a little trickier than I thought it would be. I'll admit that I may have just been throwing stuff in there and hoping for the best," Luck explains in embarrassment.

"I can tell..." I respond as I stare at the unholy concoction. "You know what? I'm actually not that hungry right now. Why don't we eat a little later?"

"Probably a good idea," Luck concedes.

I'm glad Luck is willing to accept this as a failure. I highly doubt I could even attempt to get this slop down if she wanted me to taste it. Looking back, this reminds me of that time she tried to create a slice of pizza out of thin air, which resulted in a similarly inedible abomination. It looks like even when she has all the ingredients in front of her, she really isn't great at making stuff on her own. I turn the stove off and bring the pan to the sink before pouring the mixture down the garbage disposal.

Once that's done, it occurs to me that Luck and I are alone right now, likely meaning that neither of my parents are up yet. They both tend to sleep in during the weekend, so it's not that unusual for them to still be asleep by this time. However, I'm not used to being up this early myself, so it's still a little odd to not see them. That being said, I am glad they weren't down here to see Luck's cooking, as I'm sure they would somehow find a way to yell at me over it.

"So anyway..." Luck says as she clasps her hands together, clearly trying to move on, "...since we don't have work today, I have a couple fun plans lined up that I'm super excited for you to see!"

There goes any hope of me being able to relax today...

"When you say 'fun,' do you mean for me or for you?" I ask in a dry tone.

"I mean for both of us, silly! I really think you're going to enjoy what I have in store!" Luck assures me with sheer excitement in her voice.

Why do I have my doubts on the accuracy of that statement?

"Alright, fine. I'll bite. What exactly did you have in mind?"

"You know that's not how this works. Telling you now would take away all of the thrill and anticipation! But don't worry. You'll find out soon enough," Luck tells me.

Of course. I should have known. One of these days, I'd like for Luck to not try and surprise me with one of these wacky plans of hers. But that's clearly not today. I guess all I can do is try and mentally prepare myself for what's to come. Realistically, I probably still won't see it coming (when it comes to Luck, how could I?), but there's not really any more I can do to get ready.

With nothing else to do, I just let out a sigh before heading out of the kitchen. There's still a somewhat unpleasant odor lingering in the room, so I'd rather not stick around if I don't have to. After some deliberation, I decide to try and get as much relaxation as I can before Luck kicks off her plans, so I head back into the living room without much thought. That is, until...

"Hi there! It's nice to meet you!"

"Aah!" I cry out in fear, quickly jumping away from the woman I nearly just walked into.

For fuck's sake! How many times are random women I've never seen before going to appear in my house out of nowhere? My precious heart can't take it! Still in a panic, my eyes dart up and down this new intruder's body as I try to figure out who this person is. The first thing that stands out about her is her striking red hair, somehow both deep and vibrant at the same time. Her skin is pale and riddled with freckles, while her stature is on the shorter side, giving her a somewhat sweet and innocent look. Definitely not the kind of person I would expect to break into someone's house.

The other thing I notice is her clothing. While she is covering all of the important parts of her body, her outfit looks a bit on the small side, resulting in her curves being well-defined and plenty of her skin still being exposed to the open air, especially her plump legs. I have no idea how she managed to get those tight little shorts on. Overall, if I saw her on the street, I might think she's pretty cute. Suddenly showing up in the middle of my living room on a Saturday morning unannounced on the other hand...

"Oh no! Did I scare you? I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to!" The woman says as her face morphs from an expression of eagerness to concern.

"Don't apologize!" I suddenly hear behind me. I look back to see Luck walk into the room while giggling. "Appearing where's he's not looking and trying to scare him is one of the best parts!"

"I don't know, Luck..." The woman fidgets nervously. "I think I almost gave him a heart attack. Look at the way his pupils dilated and how his respiratory rate suddenly shot up."

Wait... what? What's going on? If I didn't know any better, I'd think it almost sounded like...

"Luck? Do you know this person?" I ask, still somewhat on guard.

"Why, as a matter of fact I do!" Luck answers as she suddenly appears next to the redhead and gives her a big hug. The gesture causes the other woman to lose some of her concern as she can't help but let out a high-pitched giggle. "Kyle, I'd like to introduce you to your first surprise of the day: my very best friend in the whole universe."

"U-um... hi. Sorry if I got things off on the wrong foot. I was really trying my hardest to make a good first impression," the redhaired woman admits. She then leaves Luck's arms and hold out her hand. "Let me try again. My name's Time."

Oh god. There's two of them...

"R-right. It's, uh... nice to meet you," I respond before reluctantly shaking her hand. She doesn't seem to notice my unsure tone as she happily matches my grip.

"Would you look at this? Finally, both of my besties in the same room together!" Luck cheers as she appears next to us, wrapping an arm around each of our necks before pulling us closer to her.

"We're not besties," I quickly correct her, pulling myself away from her grasp.

"Oh, come on. There's no need to be shy. I know you can feel the chemistry we have," the brunette smirks playfully, causing her friend to laugh once again.

"You two are quite the pair, you know that?" Time chuckles before sitting down on the living room couch. Aaaand it seems like the new girl's already made herself comfortable. Fantastic. "It's fun seeing the two of you interact in person for a change."

"Well, at least she seems to know how to show up somewhere fully dressed," I tell myself with sigh.

"Oh, did you want to see me naked?" Time asks as she sits up a little.

"Wait, no, I didn't say-"

Before I have a chance to finish my thought, Time wave her hand, causing her clothes to evaporate off her body. She then cups her breasts with her hands while smiling shyly. My god those are some big boobs. They're not nearly as gigantic as Luck's, but they're still clearly more than a handful. She also has some of the puffiest, most pronounced nipples I've ever seen. Not that I've seen a ton of nipples, but still, these feel especially prominent. Shit... I'm staring again, aren't I?

"I apologize if my body isn't quite as nice to look at as Luck's... I know I'm not exactly all that good looking..." Time blushes as she displays herself.

"Ugh, would you knock that off already, Time?" Luck stomps her foot in frustration. "How many times do I have to tell you? You're super hot. You've got those sexy girl-next-door vibes going on. You agree with me, right Kyle? Tell her how hot she is."

What? Why is this on me all of a sudden.

"You don't have to do that, Kyle. I know my tiny tits and flabby belly aren't very appealing to the eye," Time tries to tell me.

Wait, what the hell? She thinks those things are tiny?! I feel like tons of women would kill to have boobs that big. And she might be a bit soft, but I'd hardly call her flabby. Being insecure is one thing, but that's a bit much. Is she somehow considered less attractive by the standards of other beings like her? What the fuck do the rest of them look like then? Are they all supermodels with humongous melons like Luck? I have so many questions, but I feel like I have to stop myself or I'll end up with a headache.

"You look beautiful, Time," I assure her.

She looks away and doesn't say anything, but the way she blushes and smiles tells me that my words meant a lot to her.

"See? I told you," Luck quickly joins in.

There's a bit of awkward silence as no one is exactly sure what to say next. Eventually, I decide to speak up as another question pops into my head.

"So, if the two of you are best friends, does that mean she can...?" I trail off as I glance at Luck.

"You want to know if I can change people too?" Time asks, to which I nod. "No. Well, I might be able to if I tried really hard, but I'm not really interested in that kind of stuff anyway. Luck is much more of a people-person than I am. I'm much more of an observe-from-a-distance kind of girl."

"But that doesn't mean she doesn't have her own specialty," Luck adds. "Time is like SUPER smart. She knows everything there is to know across all planes of existence!"

"Wait, really?" I ask, not fully believing Luck's claims.

"That's a bit of an overexaggerating. I don't know literally everything. But I have been known to pick up little bit of information here and there. And even if I don't know something, I usually have a pretty good idea of where to look to learn more about it," Time explains, trying to sound as humble as possible.

"She's being too modest. If there's anything you ever want to know, chances are, Time already knows it," Luck says. "Go on, Time. Let's hear a fun fact."

Hearing the phrase 'fun fact' causes Time's eyes to light up. She tries to contain her obvious excitement, but she doesn't do all that good of a job, as she soon begins shake in her seat.

"Ooh, that's a real tough one. I know a lot of good facts. Let's see..." the supernatural redhead thinks to herself. "Oh! Did you know the vibrator was originally invented in the late 1800s as a medical device to cure various ailments women had during the time? I actually used the original model myself. It was super cool! A bit clunky, but it got the job done. Or what about how prostitution first started in Ancient Mesopotamia and wasn't only legal, but also considered a totally reasonable job for any enterprising woman to have. And don't get me started on the types of kinky things that went down in the first ever brothel. Actually, that reminds me: most people don't know this, but George Washington was really into-"

"Woah, woah, woah! Slow down, girl! I only asked for one!" Luck laughs.

"Oh... whoops. Guess I got carried away..." Time chuckles, though hers is a bit more out of embarrassment than amusement.

Well, that at least confirms that Luck's weird obsession with sex isn't something she's alone in. Although, I suppose I could have guessed that when Time stripped down without any hesitation despite seeming significantly more shy than Luck.

"So, Kyle? What do you think?" Luck asks me.

"Huh? Oh, I guess I believe her. Besides, I don't exactly have any way to verify all that stuff she just said," I point out.

"Do you want a fact you can verify? I can tell you something I know about you," Time suggests. "Like, I know how you wet the bed until you were-"

"Stop! Stop! I already said I believe you!" I yell in a panic. "I get the idea. You know everything."

Luck snickers at my outburst, to which I just give her an annoyed look. Meanwhile, Time just looks at me with confusion.

"Did I say something wrong?"

"No, sweetheart. You're perfect. Never change," Luck replies, holding back tears of laughter. It takes her a good minute to pull herself together before she feels comfortable speaking again. "Alright. As much as I'd love to spend the whole day hanging out with my two favorite people, there's still a lot of work I need to do in order for surprise number two to be ready before the end of the day. So I'm going to leave you two alone to get to know each other better. Try not to have too much fun without me..."

"Wait a second, Luck! Don't just-" And, she's gone. "I hate it when does that..."

"That's Luck for you. Always fully focused on her next big idea," Time tells me as she nervously looks down at the ground. "I know she can seem a bit difficult at times, but I promise she means well."

"You'll have to excuse me if I have a hard time seeing that," I respond.

"I get that. She can certainly take some time to get used to," Time says sympathetically.

Time and I stare at each other for a second. It quickly becomes clear that without Luck to guide the conversation, neither of us really know what to talk about. I guess that's what you get when you **** two introverts to be alone together, even if one is some kind of supernatural entity with limitless knowledge... It also probably doesn't help that she's still sitting completely naked in front of me.

After a while, Time finally decides to break the silence.

"So... what do you want to do now?"