Pat's Gifts Part 1, Chapters 1-11 (MF+, MC, TS,SF, Humor, 1st,
Reluc, Romantic, Chicago, Magic, Shaved, Adventure, Heroism)



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If you don't, please understand that the activities presented
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make a great pretext for an interesting story, but acting out
fantasy pretexts is a great way to ruin your life or wind up dead
or both.


So don't do anything unsafe described here or in any work of
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To be specific: Unsafe means nothing with blood or blood products
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regular blood all count.

I'm being blunt here because I used to know 14 people who are now
dead because what they did turned out to be unsafe.



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O.K.  I’ve made it clear that it’s against the law for minors to
read this story. It’s also against the law for you to pass it on.
Maybe that will stop them.

Maybe not, but it was fun to write. I had to put something up
there. Unfortunately the part about knowing those dead from
unsafe sex was not fiction, and, people being who they are, was
probably on the low side. Not everyone advertised that their
loved one died of A.I.D.S., especially at first. org 7/1/08

Story Comment:

This is my first time-stop mind-control story. On the one hand I
have great moral problems with the idea of time-stop mind control
stories, because essentially, they are in essence usually all
powerful rape fantasies. On the other hand, they are the ultimate
victimless crime if there is no memory and no consequences or
feeling to the victim. That is, if a girl has been sexually
violated, but doesn't know it and does not get pregnant, does it
really count?

Of course it does. Her free will has been violated. That is how
we would look at it in the real world. So if anyone ever gets
this kind of power in the real world, don't think for a second we
would cut you any slack on those grounds. But this story is
fantasy. Girls, feel free to take this story, run it through
Word, play with the genders and a few other key words and turn in
into an fdom story for your own pleasure. Even publish it here.
What's good for the goose... But as long as I’m going to dip into
the genre, don’t be surprised if I go as far as possible with it
and mix it into as many possible variations as I can. Might as
well make it hot and real and farcical at the same time, eh?


Send comments to - nox987-stories@yahoo.com


On to the story: Version 2, 07/15/08





Pat's Gifts Part 1, Chapters 1-11 (MF+, MC, TS,SF, Humor, 1st,
Reluc, Romantic, Chicago, Magic, Shaved, Adventure, Heroism)


Chapter 1 - True Colors

Pat Zeno had known from a pretty early age that he was different
from other kids in ways that other kids were not different from
each other, he just had trouble putting his fingers on
everything.

The whole color thing was more obvious than some of his
differences. Oh, Pat could see perfectly well in color, a little
bit too well. Pat's eventually figured out that his color vision
showed him things, aura's, around and in objects that made his
sense of what color they were a bit confused. Enough so that his
kindergarten teachers had his parents make him get his eyes
checked.

His pediatrician did not know what to think. On the basic eye
color tests sometimes Pat was right, sometimes he was wrong,
sometimes Pat was just off in strange ways, even when repeating
the same tests in different places. So, his doctor recommended
that Pat see a vision specialist at the University of Chicago
Hospital that had research ties with the University Anatomy
Department. The U of C was doing groundbreaking research on the
neurology of animal vision centers through new protocols that let
them see individual neural centers in reptile visual cortexes,
and while work on more, er, insight, into the neuroanatomy,
neurology, and microanatomy behind ocular systems than almost
anyone practicing in the United States. If anyone could help Pat,
Dr. Phil Craig could.

The specialist,  Dr. Craig took more time with Pat than any
Doctor had before, not only doing eye exams using special
equipment, but doing extensive interviews and other special tests
that confused Pat’s parents; but through them, he and Pat made an
accidental discovery.

"I found this out only by the merest chance, Mr. & Mrs. Zeno,
your son seems to see temperature as part of his seeing of color.
This is very rare and in fact it is unheard of. Literally. I have
never heard of another single case. The extra time I spent with
Pat was well worth it, together we have a hypothesis that
explains what he has been seeing and while we don’t understand
why he sees what he sees, at least we now have an idea of what he
is seeing that is reasonably consistent that will make his
experiences more comprehensible and in fact, more beneficial. Pat
has in fact not an ocular deficiency, but a new and rare
advantage that allows him to see a greater part of the light
spectrum than most humans do.  Let me show you what I mean. Let's
bring Pat back in."

Pat came back into the office considerably happier and less
concerned than he had been at a doctor's in a long time.

Dr. Craig continued. "I have here a few specially chosen color
cards," as he went back to a table to get them he said, "I want
Pat to tell me which ones are the brightest shades and which ones
are the darkest according to the way he used to view colors." As
he did so, he put down three identically shaded dark plum colored
cards on the table in front of them.

"That's easy!" Pat pointed to the cards. "You've laid them out in
brightness from left to right. Light purple, with a little blue
on the left, plum in the middle, to dark purple almost black on
the far right."

"But that's not right!" Mrs. Zeno sobbed.

Dr. Craig interrupted. "You only think so, because you cannot see
the cards the way Pat can. Mrs. Zeno, please touch all three
cards."

Mrs. Zeno picked up the three cards one by one. "Why, the first
card is hot, the second one is room temperature and the third one
is almost ice cold. What does that have to do with it?"

Mr. Zeno broke in, "Dr. Craig, are you telling us that our son’s
brain is adding some kind of temperature adjustment to how he
sees color?"

Dr. Craig smiled and looked at Pat with a smile. "You win Pat,
you guessed that your father would guess once he had the
information he has."

“It was close Dr. Craig, if Mom wasn’t so worried about me, she
might have figured it out too.” Dr. Craig wondered about that,
but then, Pat was exceptionally bright, he wouldn’t second-guess
him on this observation even if Pat were very young.

"Yes, that's what Pat and I think. Pat was close to figuring it
out for himself. He's only 5 and so this kind of thing is
confusing enough as it is. Most kids have a little trouble with
color-name recognition at his age anyway, so his confusion looked
a little below the normal range. But your son is very bright.
Brighter than you think, I'd guess. I think you should also have
his hearing professionally tested to see if that is outside of
the normal range too. My informal whisper test suggests that he
can hear exceptionally well."

Dr. Craig looked at Mr. & Mrs. Zeno and raised his eyebrows,
“Yes, my guess is that Pat has the kind of hearing that can lead
to “quite” an early education if a family lives in close
quarters, if you catch my drift.”

Pat noticed his mother’s face flush bright red. His father barked
a laugh out loud. “Turns out it was a good thing we gave Pat the
biggest other room, the one at the end of the hall and made the
office the small one nearer our room, eh dear? That was my idea,
Doctor. It has a nice radio in it too. Nice mysteries we play at
night though, sometimes they scream in them, I sure hope the
sounds of ladies screaming doesn’t wake you up at night, Pat.”

Pat was confused. His room was on the other side of the bathroom.
Sometimes the sound of the water flowing drove him nuts, so he’d
finally gotten earplugs to drown it out from his older sister
Jenny. “No sir, the bathroom makes too much noise. I have to wear
earplugs or I don’t get any sleep at all. I didn’t want to bother
you so Jenny got some for me.” Jenny, whose room was across the
hall from his seemed particularly happy to get him those earplugs
once Pat explained how the dripping noise that she couldn’t hear
bothered him. Now that Pat thought about, Jenny was even eager,
very eager; what was up with that? Mom was even redder now.

Mrs. Zeno was flushing even brighter. Pat realized he was missing
something here, but it would be years before he put it all
together. Dr. Craig interjected, “I think we’re getting a little
off track here, let’s get back to Pat.”

Mom was definitely relived at that, hmmm.

"What does this mean for Pat", asked Mrs. Zeno, "will he be able
to tell colors apart normally? I mean what colors match and don’t
like other kids?"

"That's a good question. I think in the long run Pat’s talent
will be an advantage and he will learn to deal with it and drive
you nuts with his sense of color choice like any normal child.”
They all laughed at that. “Pat has probably instinctively gained
from it already, I’ll bet that he probably avoided touching very
hot things earlier than most kids. Did Pat ever get burned by
touching anything really hot as a child?"

"No," said Mrs. Zeno, "come to think of it, I don't think so."

"Hot things look scary white-blue to me," offered Pat. "They
almost look sharp around the edges. I know better than to pick
them up with my bare hands.'

"That's the kind of thing I mean," said Dr. Craig, "I think after
a time Pat might learn how to look at the world two ways, now
that he is aware of his talent, with and without adjusting for
temperature, or at least taking it into account. After awhile, I
wouldn't be surprised if he didn't know whether or not he had a
fever just by looking in the mirror", he chuckled. "I'd like to
do a little informal study of Pat's skills over time if you'd let
me. It would have to be informal, a study with a sample size of
one is hardly conclusive, but it might be helpful if other
children develop these talents later. And, most especially, it
might be helpful to Pat. He might just develop other special
traits."

"Other traits?" Mr. Zeno queried?

"When people develop a special trait outside that of the general
population, it can either be entirely alone, or appear as one of
a group of traits depending on whether the gene or genes that
caused the trait control one or more other functions. In Pat's
case we clearly have enhanced vision. We don't know why, we could
at some time do testing to figure out why but nothing exists now
that would not be intrusive. Perhaps when Pat is older, by the
1990's or so, better tests will be available, but we may never
know why."

"There could be other causes of course, environmental causes. Can
you think of anything unusual during your pregnancy Mrs. Zeno
that could have accounted for Pat's change? Any encounters with
chemicals or drugs, or alcohol? Anything unusual at all?"

"No...? I'm being completely honest with you," said a very
concerned Mrs. Zeno . "I can't think of a single thing.  Not even
a bad cheesecake or a rum punch. I was very well behaved when I
even thought I might maybe be pregnant. It was very important to
us."

But as Rogers & Hammerstein have taught us, "Nothing comes from
nothing, nothing ever could...," and sure enough something did
happen during Pat's gestation in the womb. It was just so
innocuous that the Zeno 's didn't notice.

They were on their way to a party, and stuck in a traffic jam on
I-294 heading towards Downers Grove from the Southwest Side of
Chicago, and were stuck for almost 10 minutes over some rail
yards. During that time a freight train accident had caused
several chemical containers to collide spilling their chemicals.

By the time the chemicals reached the Zeno 's car and the cars
around them, the gaseous mixture was in parts per billion but
unborn Pat was in the very earliest stages of development, and
this particular mixture was enough to make small changes in his
DNA, new changes, never seen before, enough to make him something
different from strict Homo Sapiens, though it would be years
before he would figure out the differences.



Chapter 2 - Getting a Grip on Things at School

Years passed. Pat's hearing was better. His vision at night,
helped by the thermal component of his vision was excellent.
Though not comparable to heat seeking goggles, he could see
better than you or I at night by a good deal; and sure enough; he
could see differences in temperature in the human body to tell
when he was sick or getting there. This helped him take
precautions, take care of himself so that he was rarely as sick
as his friends, catching most things earlier than they did.

Pat tried hard to get physically stronger than he had been as a
young child. He had trouble with this. His metabolism seemed
slowed somehow. He always had trouble keeping weight off and this
made him heavier than he wanted and sometimes Pat was the butt of
jokes about weight and size, and not always the most popular
among the girls, but he was very smart and the smarter girls saw
that, and he got along great with them.

Seeing temperature had one big advantage. His mom had a very,
very bad case of PMS. When she was ready to ovulate her
temperature went up and eventually he could mark off the days
until she would turn into witch woman like on the calendar and
predict her changes like clockwork and arrange to be out of her
way as much as possible. Those who have never known anyone like
Mrs. Zeno might think this is a sexist comment, but Mrs. Zeno and
woman like her have a real problem that interferes with their
lives. She always felt guilty after beating up on her family
verbally and was glad that somehow Pat knew when to be out of the
way. If only Mr. Zeno could be so smart.

Pat started giving Mr. Zeno signals. But Mr. Z had married Mrs. Z
for better or worse and told Pat that bad days were part of the
deal for him. But not for Pat and he would give Pat money for
movies or something else on those days, or take Mrs. Zeno away on
little trips to nice vacation places or spas as these treats
helped diminish her suffering.

Though he did appreciate the warnings, Mr. Zeno felt that
proactive help was the best thing to do, and as Pat got older,
Mr. Zeno felt comfortable leaving Pat and Jenny alone for these
little jaunts with less and less supervision, so that by the time
Pat was in high school, they were free to be alone with the
proviso that any wild parties would result in a big loss in
freedom. By the time Pat was in High School, Jenny was in college
so Pat had the house to himself, a secret he kept closely.

Pat's new awareness of female cycles of course was hardly limited
to home. He couldn't help himself, Pat started to make cycle
charts. Soon every woman and girl in his life, at least the cute
ones, were charted. Soon some of the mysteries of human behavior
unfolded before him.

The day Gorgeous Gloria and Do-it-all Dan broke up in one of the
biggest fights of his freshman year of high school was not a
mystery to Pat. Yep, the breakup was almost predictable if you
followed his charts. If only Dan had known to take a sick day
that day. Pat began to wonder if he could somehow use this
knowledge to his advantage, then realized that revealing how he
knew what he knew would make him look like a creep.

Secretly, Pat felt a little like a creep. After all, tracking all
the girls he lusted after’s periods was a little creepy.

Pat also noticed that girls seemed to get more excited around
their ovulation times. It was amazing how clear it was too. How
sharp the spike in temperature was. In fact, Pat found it very
arousing.

It all came to a head, as it were, the day he was in the lunch
line his junior year after just getting his driver’s license,
behind Mary Ann Martin, one of the tallest, prettiest of the
school’s cheerleaders. Mary Ann was a quintuple babe, brown hair
down to her waist, chocolate brown eyes, large breasts; her body
was an erotic symphony, nearly 6 feet tall, her legs seemed to
reach all the way up to her ears, and what ears they were, almost
elfin in shape. Just everything about her was perfect. Her skin
had that tan look all the time that made the muscles in her legs
so sexy and her ass so firm. Pat was thinking about how very sexy
Mary Ann was and drinking in the pheromones she was producing
when suddenly Mary Ann’s temperature spiked just as she backed
into Pat’s erection with her almost perfect ass, and Pat almost
came in his pants, gasping for breath with excitement in a
come-less orgasm that left him seeing stars. He didn’t know such
a thing was possible for a guy.

Of course Mary Ann noticed something was, up.

"Something wrong, Pat?" Mary Ann turned and looked at him with
concern. "You just gasped, can you breathe? Can you talk? Do I
need to do the Heimlich on you?"

The very idea of Mary Ann doing the Heimlich maneuver on Pat made
him stagger; he barely got his tray back on the track as he
tripped and fell to the floor while everyone around him stared.

Mary Ann acted quickly, pulled him up, pulled him back to her
braless chest, her nipples hard, her hands locked together in the
classic Heimlich lock under his stomach and with one great push
she dislodged the gum Pat had been chewing from his mouth and the
explosion of air forced it against the side of the coffee urn.
Then Pat did come in his pants. Fortunately he was wearing dark
blue. Pat would never forget the feeling of her breasts on his
back, her large nipples so rubbery and long.

But Pat recovered quickly; it was only a little white lie and
Mary Ann deserved credit for giving him two orgasms in less than
30 seconds. That made her a real hero in his mind, even though he
couldn’t give her public credit for that.

"Mmary Ann", he coughed, as she slowly, unusually slowly, let him
loose. "Mary Ann, you just saved my life." Pat looked into her
eyes gratefully with just the glisten of a tear, "I can never pay
you back for that," and Pat hugged her slowly and softly, not the
mashing hug of someone trying to squeeze her breasts for all they
were worth, but the gentle hug of a truly grateful rescued
classmate. But he still got a nice feel of her tightening breasts
and nipples out of the hug. Judging by her rise in temperature
down there, the repeated contact was having an effect on her too.
What do you know, Pat thought?

Before she had time to escape, Pat kissed her quickly on the
lips, slipping his tongue in and out ever so smoothly. "I have to
thank you properly. Just a hug in the cafeteria is not adequate
thanks for my life. Say you will let me make dinner for you this
weekend."

Mary Ann was trapped. All eyes were on her. For once there was
nothing going on this weekend and for once she had no regular
boyfriend. She had broken up with that bastard Rudy Washburn
after he had actually gotten up while they were asleep together
at his place and shit on her while she was sleeping. She had
never been so humiliated. She wanted to shit on him publicly and
suddenly she saw a way to do it and be nice to a nice guy at the
same time.

Mary Ann looked Pat over and thought some more, it was a more
appealing idea every second. She didn't know why, but in addition
to pissing off butt-hole Rudy, for some reason she just felt like
saying yes.

It was Thursday, he was grateful, Pat wasn't that bad looking,
everyone expected her to say yes, and best of all, Rudy was in
the background watching what she would say. If she said yes to
Pat-the-geeky-nerd he would be really put in his place.

"Of course you can Pat, I've been kind of hoping you would ask me
out for awhile anyway, it would be nice to go out with someone
who can think for a change. Is Friday or Saturday better?"

"Friday! Do you like Italian?" Pat was in Heaven. He could cook a
great Italian meal. "Why don't I pick you up around 7:30?"

"I love Italian. I have a better idea, why don't I come to your
house at 7:00 and bring some wine and I can watch you cook and we
can have drinks and um, warm up, that is if your folks won't
object." She smiled, watching Rudy turn red at this.

""My folks are going out of town tonight and will be gone for
awhile for a few days, I hope you don't mind." Pat hoped this
wouldn't blow it.

"Mind? That's Purr-fect." Mary Ann did her best Catwoman
imitation. That was it. Rudy stormed off. Her Catwoman act had
been one of their sex games and now she was doing it with this
dweeb. Rudy wanted to punch a wall.

The cheerleaders watching who knew that Mary Ann played Catwoman
in bed applauded her elegant series of Rudy putdowns. While they
didn't know why Mary Ann had cut him down so ruthlessly, they
recognized artistry when they saw it.

The rest of the crowd applauded too. They didn't know the nuances
of the Mary Ann/Rudy story, all they saw was “beautiful girl
saves nerdy boy, nerdy boy turns it into a dream date and
beautiful girl is classy enough to go along with it”; an applause
worthy moment by any account, especially when you take into
account that the beautiful girl had appeared worthless up until
now and had actually acted fast in an emergency and saved
someone's life.

As the audience shuffled off, not quite knowing why, Mary Ann
gave Pat a little kiss on the lips gathered her tray and then
went off to eat with her crowd who grilled her mercilessly on why
she had taken the date. Mary Ann just said, "It seemed like the
thing to do, and it did piss off that asshole Rudy."

Gloria could not understand it. "But what did Rudy do, Mary Ann?"

"I'm sorry, Gloria, I'm told myself I would never talk about it
publicly and I intend to keep that promise to myself. But if any
of you have any self-respect, do not go out with Rudy or you will
regret it. I promise you. Just ask yourself, have I ever, ever
told any one of you the tiniest little fib before? No. When
trapped I have always just kept my mouth shut. That's what I am
doing now. Consider yourselves warned."

The girls all looked at Mary Ann with concern. They tried to
figure out what Rudy could have done to get her to say something
like this. It must have been awful. But Mary Ann had never lied
to them, not even back to kindergarten, for some of them who knew
her that long. Rudy was out as far as they were concerned.

Gloria again. "O.K. girls. Mary Ann's word is solid gold, so,
let's all be careful around Rudy. Mary Ann, I find out what he
did to you and I don't like it, I'm gonna kick his gonads from
here to eternity."

Even quiet Debbie got a laugh out of that. "If anyone can do that
you can Gloria, you have the highest, high kick of us all."

"Yeah, said Penny, you really out to go out for place kicker on
the football team. I think you could kick farther than Walt
Jacobs. Do me a favor and just try out next season, just for,
kicks." With a solid groan they all got up and left the table
together.

When Pat sat with his friends they did the same thing, not
believing his luck. Pat downplayed it reminding them that his
odds of doing more than serving dinner were small. But Pat
suspected he knew why Mary Ann had said yes. Pat’s affection for
his ovulation chart was growing by leaps and bounds.

What Pat still didn't know was that he had more going for him
than he thought. With the development of his adolescent hormones,
he had developed one more talent: the ability to get people,
especially women, to say yes to what he suggested. This had given
Mary Ann a further hidden boost to saying, "yes" to Pat's
invitation that he was unaware of. It wasn't quite mind control,
and it worked best when women were aroused and near their
ovulation time, that is, technically in heat. In Darwinian terms,
Pat had a new reproductive advantage and he was about to discover
a new one.



Chapter 3 - A Little Old Time Magic Has Her In Its Spell

Pat was not a great cook, but he was a very good one. He had
discovered that his talent for seeing temperature had given him
an advantage in the kitchen that his parents were only to happy
to make use of in trade for more allowance. In return, he got to
plan meals that most kids would not and while his parents were
gone he had planned to experiment on some nice ones.

Mary Ann was in for a treat; Pat had found a recipe for angel
hair pasta with veal in garlic cream mushroom and wine sauce that
was supposed to be heavenly, especially over the bed of steamed
rice with Italian vegetables he planned. He also wanted to try a
special home-made spiked strawberry mango sorbet. That should
loosen things up a little.

Pat knew that if he added a little more wine in the veal sauce at
the end, there would not be enough time for the alcohol to burn
off and the sauce would be soused, adding to Mary Ann's mood for
the night.

He'd spent Thursday night cleaning the house and setting the
table and setting the rest of the room with candles so the only
thing he had to do Friday was buy the meat, prepare dessert dress
and cook.

When he saw Mary Ann at school he asked her to dress formally, as
he was going to do the same, to reward her properly. Her eyes
gleamed at the prospect. "How formally?"

"Ever been to the Dress Circle at the Opera?" Mary Ann had. The
idea that Pat might go to that much trouble was more than a
little thrilling. She decided to tell her mother that the
cheerleaders were going to the opera, had great seats, and to ask
to borrow her pearl necklace and jewelry. Mom went one better.
She let her borrow her special dress. The one that had to be worn
with special underwear or it was not strictly legal. She also let
Mary Ann take her car, and an overnight bag, since Mary Ann
planned to "Spend the weekend at Gloria's."

"You told her what!"

"I said I was spending the weekend with you, Gloria. That's my
plan. After dinner I'll come over and sleep at your place.
Unless..."

"What do you mean, unless!"

"I mean unless! There's always the tiniest chance that Pat could,
well, seduce me. He's been very, very charming so far. More
charming than anyone I have ever been out with and the date
hasn't even started yet. So if I don't show up by midnight, don't
worry, I'll be at Pat's. And remember, just because I stay there
overnight, doesn't mean I am sleeping with him."

"Are you sure you know what you're doing here? This isn't just a
rebound thing is it? I mean, this Pat guy, I think he has a thing
for you and if you sleep with him and dump him, Mary Ann, that's
not your thing, hurting people, I mean. And, I really, really
can't see you two together."

"Neither can I Gloria, neither can I. Of course two weeks ago I
couldn't see what an absolute monstrosity of a human being Rudy
was. I actually thought I had feelings for him. Now, I think he
is lower than puss."

"Puss? That's pretty low on the evolutionary scale Mary Ann. Hey,
you covered? Just in case?"

"Always. Three three-packs of lubricated condoms within reach at
all times. Just in case. Again, I don't think I'll need them,
tonight. I think if we get there, it will take more than one
date. So, I go in, we have our date. If its nice, maybe some
snuggling, smooching, maybe, maybe a little topless fun. If he's
really, really a good cook, maybe a little oral relief. But he's
gotta have some skills.

"Or some really good meat."

"Yeah! Though beating Rudy's meat wouldn't be that hard."

"Oh?"

"Hey, I don't fuck and tell. You've already been warned. Don't go
there. It really isn’t worth the trip."

"Wasn't planning to. Good night. Good luck. Don't get knocked
up."

"You are too funny, this is Pat Zeno we are talking about! Bye,
Gloria."

But the call left Mary Ann wondering how she had gotten from
agreeing to dinner to setting up a backup plan in case the dinner
turned into a sexual romp. What was the matter with her? Did she
want something to happen with Pat? Was she planning on making him
rebound guy? What did she really think about him? She'd better
decide soon. Gloria was right. Pat was too nice a guy to hurt for
no reason.



Chapter 4 - Veal and Wine, Tire Squeals and Time

After school, Pat went to a butcher he and his mother liked. They
had shopped there for years and tears, and after Pat brought him
a sample of his cooking once, the butcher had since gone out of
his way to find Pat very nice cuts of meat. Pat had called
Thursday to tell the butcher that he had a special date and hoped
he could come up with something on short notice. "Sam! What do
you have for me"?

"Pat, I have some really fine veal, very tender. No finer do I
get. And, just in case things go really well, some tender
breakfast steaks for you, no charge. First time, right?" Pat
turned bright red.

"I knew it! That's O.K. kid. Look, there is a first time for
everyone and at least you are trying to do it right. If dinner
doesn't put her over, this little gift should do the trick."

"What's that, Sam?"

"It's a very old white wine, from my family's vineyard in Italia,
for family use only. It has one purpose. Opening the legs of a
girl. It is very, very effective so be very sure you want this
girl before you give her some."

"Pat?" Sam looked a little nervous. "You have birth control?"

"Yes, thanks for asking, why are you so nervous?"

"The wine has a nickname. We call it, roughly translated, the
knock-up special. Be sure you be careful, unless you want to
marry this girl.  I am not sure that even "the pill" is enough to
counteract its power.”

“The family legend is that the vines for this wine were developed
centuries ago by a witch in the family and contain magic to this
day. My own mama insists that she had no plans to sleep with my
papa until she drank some of the knock-up special. I was
conceived that night. You really, really like this girl?"

"Sam, she's one in a million. Maybe I should skip the birth
control knowing what I know now."

"No, no, no, no! Not today! It is too hard! I just want you to
get lucky, not trapped!"

"Don't worry Sam. I was just kidding you, see?" Pat pulled out a
three-pack of lubricated Trojans he always had in his back pocket
for any opportunity.

"Don't you worry me like that. I have no kids. I start to love
you like a son. No one appreciates the food I bring like you do,
and when you come in and see something and tell me something is
starting to go bad, you are always right. It's a gift you have. I
give you two bottles. More than enough for tonight, if you need
more for other nights, I have cases of it in the basement; now
go."

"Sam, can I ask you a question?"

"I think I know what's coming. I got the mumps at the wrong age.
For the knock-up special to work, you have to have some swimmers
in there to do the job. My wife, she married me because she loved
me. I didn't even get to try the wine on her, she said yes right
away, by the time we figured things out, she didn't want nobody
else. Then she died too young, cancer. As I said, you really are
like a son to me, so have fun tonight, but be careful. I can
tell, this ais a fateful day for you, it's a family gift."

"I will Sam. I'll never forget what you just said. Calling me
your son like that. You have been so good to me for so many
years, now I know why. Thank you. It means a lot to me. With my
parents on the road so much. I'm lonely a lot. Maybe I'll come by
more often."

"You do that." Sam's teary smile followed him out the door. "He's
a good kid, but no matter what he said, I think he's gonna become
a papa tonight. I can tell. It's in the cards. He'll have so many
children eventually, too. I don't know how but the cards never
lie. I better order another 10 cases of that wine..."

As Pat was heading back down Western Avenue his life nearly ended
the hard way. A half-drunk trucker with a license purchased
during the Illinois "license for bribes" scandal that put former
Illinois Governor George Ryan and many of his underlings in jail
pulled out onto the street suddenly without looking and turned
right towards Pat's car.

"Stop!"

Pat yelled and thought "Stop" with every fiber of his being just
before the truck collided with his car. Inside himself he felt
something click and everything did stop: completely, the truck,
his car, all traffic and people around him, the pulsing hundredth
of second counter on his watch, they all stopped. For a long
moment Pat wondered if he was dead.

Then he remembered a show he had seen on CBS with Danny Kaye as
the lead about a man with a stopwatch that stopped time. Could he
have stopped time just by yelling, "Stop?" He certainly was not
ready to yell, "Start!" First, there was the matter of the truck
about to crunch his car. Next, whether the driver was safe to
drive. Then, and scariest, whether he could start time again now
that he had stopped it. Pat had no magic watch.

The idea that he could never start time back up again was
Disturbing, but had its pluses. For now Pat just wanted to see if
he could save his car. He went to the truck and opened the door.
The cab reeked of alcohol settling the safe driver question.

Pat was able to push the driver over and get into his seat.
Looking at the potential crash from the truck's point of view; it
was just possible to steer out of if he turned the steering wheel
sharply to the left and hit the brakes hard. There also seemed to
be a mechanical parking brake that he pulled back as hard as he
could. Good.

Next, Pat went to his car and put it into neutral. It was not a
big car. Pat drove a small Kia that got good mileage, didn't look
bad and was very safe. The car was normally light enough to push
out of traffic. Would it be easy enough to push in stopped time?
Yes. For some reason it was no heavier. That seemed wrong to Pat
for some reason. But Pat did not argue. He pushed his car until
it was clearly out of the way of the truck, well out of the way.

Then he looked for other traffic in the way.  He saw one of the
new blue Volkswagens. He had inadvertently pointed the truck at
it. He went over to it and fortunately the door was opened. The
speedometer was at 2 miles per hour, and the woman behind the
wheel had been slowing, her foot on the brake.

Pat tried to lift her foot from the brake and succeeded. Then
again put the car in neutral. This time it was a little harder
moving the car backwards. Perhaps because he was fighting more
forwards motion? He was not sure. But move the car back he did, a
good half block just to be sure. Pat was glad there was not more
traffic.

That done he stopped to look at the woman. She was beautiful. Not
that old really. Blonde. 22 or 23. Wearing a skirt. He thought
about it for a second. He put her foot back on the brake. Mary
Ann would be the first. But that did not stop him from feeling
the woman's breasts a little, then giving her a gentle kiss.

Now it was time to deal with the asshole driver. First he cut
open all the truck's tires with the driver's knife; a big one
with a long blade. The air did not come rushing out, but taking
big patches out of the side of each one should do the trick, he
thought.

Then Pat removed the driver's wallet; in it was about a thousand
dollars. Pat took it with no second thoughts, thinking, this jerk
almost killed me. Next he removed the driver's license so that
when the police got there they would have to hold him. Next he
removed his green card and all photo ID's. Pat knew he was being
a jerk.  Then Pat took his keys, went around to the back and
opened the back of the truck.

What a collection of junk. Then Pat realized. It had to be all
stolen goods, probably from this area. He saw a name "Arken" on a
bike. "Hey, that's Mike Arken's bike. That disappeared last
week!" Now Pat was really mad. All this stuff was stolen from his
neighbors. As he walked through the back of the truck he ripped
open carton after carton of things, gold chains, rings, coins,
stamps, cash, checkbooks, savings bonds, iPods. No way was this
guy getting away. Some of the men's clothes had belts.
Incongruously, there was even a can of paint and some brushes
there. "Good." Pat thought.

Pat took the can of paint and painted, "POLICE - GOODS STOLEN
FROM THIS NEIGHBORHOOD AND THE CROOK WHO STOLE THEM INSIDE THE
TRUCK - PLEASE ARREST HIM BEFORE HE RUNS OUT OF AIR!" on the side
of the truck. That ought to give them probable cause to enter,
Pat thought.

Then he dragged the driver into the truck bed and lashed him to a
dresser with some of the belts, wiped his fingerprints off of
everything he'd touched with a pair of socks, locked the back
doors, turned off the engine, put the engine in park, wiped down
the inside of the cab, the door and the keys, got back in his car
and hoped for the best.

Pat felt for the place inside himself that he had felt switch
when he had yelled, "Stop" before. Without yelling or saying
anything, with both hands on the wheel now well away from the
truck, but still turning away from it and with his foot on the
accelerator now, he pushed that inner switch the other way, he
hoped, to "Start".

Suddenly everything was moving again. He was speeding up, he was
speeding past the blue Volkswagen that was braking, and suddenly
behind him, as the large truck squealed into his lane, it
abruptly stopped, rocked towards the curb, nearly turned over
then stopped, flattening on all its tires with a hiss. Later, the
police and the driver would be mystified. But many of the goods
would make their way back to area homeowners, especially one
clearly marked bicycle to a grateful Mike Arken who would one day
go into law enforcement. But try as he might, Mike would never
solve the “Locked Truck Mystery.”

When Pat got home he put the food in the fridge, looked at the
clock and was stunned to see that he was still on time. Right.
Stopping time to do things means you don't fall behind.
Essentially you can be two places at once. You can be your own
alibi. Whoa. The implications were both staggering and bothering
at the same time.

He went up to his bedroom, tired and sore. Well the time in ‘time
Stop’ had not been lost to him. It had been work. He was tired
and sore. Time had passed for him. He wondered if he aged at the
same rate or even faster. Was there a price for being at that
high speed? Should he keep track of it, and how; and did he
really stop time, or just go really, really fast?

First a shower, then food prep. There was time for thoughts of
Advanced Physics later.



Chapter 5 - Angel Hair, Debonair, Early Dessert

Pat was ready to put the meat on when the doorbell rang. "Stop."
Pat walked around the house making sure that everything was
perfect then went to the door. "Start".

He opened the door, dressed in his best, looking as handsome as
he possibly could, which, in a tuxedo, purchased by his father
because of a series of family weddings last year, was not bad.

Mary Ann took a fast breath. This, this was not the Pat she was
expecting. Gone was the nerdy t-shirted kid with messed up hair
and geeky glasses, instead before her was a vision in black, with
perfect hair, steely grey eyes, and a smile that lit up her own.

Pat was stunned. When he asked Mary Ann to dress, he had hoped
that she would dress nicely, but he had not expected a nearly
transparent white floor length gown, pearls that went down to her
breasts, which were barely covered by a deep cut going down to
her navel, and a back that was hardly there, and could they be,
yes, glass slippers. Somehow the pearls and jewelry made her eyes
glisten, that chocolate brown good enough to eat if it was not so
erotic. Her hair, silken, soft, and lovely, brushed up in a fancy
style that made it seem as if it was floating on air, Mary Ann's
skin seemed to glow from within. Her tan deep and rich, Pat was
deeply affected.

Acting on impulse, Pat drew her in by her waist, turned her and
kissed her quickly, once more sneaking in his tongue, "Welcome
lifesaver, as sweet as your nickname, I see. Come on in, dinner
is almost ready. You look... he looked deeply into her eyes
grasping for the word, then found it, astounding."

Mary Ann looked at Pat with even more surprise. The crowd she
hung out with all assumed that great looks were par for the
course and never really commented on them. It was NICE to be told
that she looked, looked "astounding" by someone who really meant
it. Her heart gave a little flutter. This was not going to be a
macaroni and cheese or pizza dinner she realized, as she smelled
the herbs and spices in the sauce simmering in the kitchen.

Mary Ann had dressed the way she had, well to do as Pat had
asked, but to keep some measure of control over the evening. She
had thought that by over-dressing she would overwhelm him and
have him completely under her control for the night so that
nothing would get out of hand. He had already surprised her twice
and she did not want any more surprises before she was ready for
them, nice guy or not. But she realized as she walked into the
kitchen, that if she had not dressed exactly this well, she would
have been underdressed for tonight and, well, at his will almost.

Oh my God, Mary Ann thought, did I really think that, about Pat?
She was very confused and more than a little turned on. Oh, my,
God, was she wet? It was just a little kiss. No, no point fooling
herself. That was one hell of a kiss by a man, a man not a boy, a
man dressed to kill and if she didn’t watch out, that man was
going to be in her wet pussy before dinner.

As she walked into the kitchen Pat tied a little napkin around
her neck. "The sauce is a little hot and I don't want to chance
you getting burned by it. But I want you to try a little taste
and tell me if you think it needs anything before I start the
meat. There is still a little time to add something if you like."

Pat lifted a fork with a bread square on it and dipped it into
the sauce and blew gently on it. His eyes closed as he did it,
almost sensuously Mary Ann thought. He waited a moment and she
leaned forward for it.

"Not yet!" Pat said, "It's still a little too… hot."

"How can you tell?" Mary Ann asked.

"It's an estimate, but the rate that the bubbles simmer give me
an idea of how hot the sauce is, and I know from experience about
how long this sauce takes to cool down at air temperature."

Mary Ann was very impressed. Of course this was a complete
fabrication. Pat could just see that it was too hot.

"Try it - now."

Mary Ann did. It was the most unbelievably sumptuous sauce she
had ever tasted, very warm, rich, spicy, sensuous, with a white
wine kick.

"Wow! Oh, I have, never tasted, oh, Pat, I think, I think I love
you."

"That would be really, really nice Mary Ann. I wish you were. I
could so easily love you." Pat smiled with a genuine warmth that
made Mary Ann melt inside and got her very nervous at the same
time.

"Oh, I got carried away. I, I," Mary Ann was going to say that
she didn't really mean that she was in love with Pat, but somehow
she couldn't. Why was that? She wasn't falling for him, was she?

"It's O.K. Mary Ann, we're here to have a good time, not get hung
up on words. I'm glad you love - the sauce." Then Pat laughed,
and it was a nice laugh, a happy laugh and Mary Ann felt herself
joining in.

"Hey, I forgot my wine, it's in the car."

"Save it for desert. It's cool out there; that will bring your
wine to a nice chill; you said it was a white? I have something
special for dinner and we can have yours after."

"Fine, mine is more of a dessert wine anyway," smiled Mary Ann.

Pat opened the refrigerator and brought out a wine bucket with
ice and a bottle of Sam's special wine. It had been uncorked once
to add some twice to the sauce for the veal and so it was easy to
uncork again. Pat poured two crystal goblets of the magical wine.

"This is a special wine for a special girl who saved my life
today." He picked up his glass to toast her. "To Mary Ann, I owe
you my life, and I give you dinner in repayment tonight, but if
you let me, I will give you much, much more, to life!"

"To life!" Mary Ann toasted, the deeper implications of her toast
not sinking in. At the moment, what she did think about for the
first time, was that she actually had saved Pat's life, and that
he was, very grateful. That without her quick thinking, she
realized, he might actually be dead.

The thought was sobering, frightening, invigorating and somehow
maturing all at the same time. Mary Ann had never considered the
possibility that she would ever be in the position of that much
responsibility and handle it so well.

"You really were amazing, Mary Ann. I mean, you knew before I did
what was wrong, you acted so quickly, and so expertly, you saved
me before I even turned blue. I'm not going to turn this into
something sappier than it is already. But I do want this dinner
to be something you will never forget, because I will never
forget what you did for me today."

"Pat, I don't know what to say. I mean, we've all seen it on TV
like a hundred times, and in health class. I was just there."

"I won't argue with you, especially tonight, Mary Ann, but you
were not the only one there but you were the one who acted. You
picked me up, and pulled me to you and got the gum or what ever
it was blocking my throat out before it killed me while everyone
else was standing there gawking."

"Who else do you think was going to do it? Jack, Don, Rudy,
Susan, Candy, Gloria? Everyone else was standing there in shock.
Mary Ann, a hero is someone who knows what to do and does it
while everyone else is still trying to figure out where the john
is. Today you were a hero, my hero. That may be a new idea for
you. All those jocks like to think that they are the heros and
the cheerleaders are there to idolize them. Well, I'm your
cheerleader now. And I'll wear pom pom's to school if you want me
too."

"Pom Pom's!" Mary Ann Laughed.

"Manly Pom's." Pat joked.

"That won't be necessary."

"I know, Mary Ann, that's one of the things that makes you
different from the other girls. Gloria would have taken me up on
it and made me her personal slave."

"Yeah Pat, she would have. Sometimes I don't like Gloria very
much. Hey, this wine is really something very special. I have
never tasted anything quite like it. For a white wine it’s very,
very, fruity and rich. Where did you get it?"

"I got it from an old family friend, Mary Ann. It's their own
private family stock Vivo Vino is all that is on the label. No
date, nothing else, but the bottle is very dusty and the label is
old. We only have two bottles for tonight so drink slowly, I
probably can't get any more, ever." Another white lie, this time
a white wine lie.

"Ever? And you're using it all up on me? Why?"

"You saved my LIFE. That's worth celebrating. Besides, besides,
oh, hell, besides, I really like you. I always have. If I am
going to share this wine with anyone I want it to be you. I've
never admired, or liked, or, or had a crush on anyone as much as
I have had on you these past 3 years of school and, well, it will
probably be a long, long time before I feel that way about anyone
again, so, if this is our only date, might as well pull out all
the stops and make it one to remember."

Mary Ann had finished a full glass of Vivo Vino, the Wine of
Life, by then and the wine had gotten some time to kick in, it
was powerful stuff; but more magic was at work than in the wine.
Pat's natural hormonal effect on women was at play, but also his
honesty and his very real felings for her. All these things,
combined with how badly Rudy had treated her and how shallow some
of her other friends really were compared to Pat's unexpected
depth were all working together making Mary Ann's insides spin.

She didn't know what to say. She did not want to ruin Pat's
evening early on by saying it would be the last one, especially
because she was not sure it would be anymore. She was, as Alice
once said, meaning something slightly different, curiouser and
curiouser about him.

So instead of the many things she could have, she said, "Then
let's have another glass and make it a night to remember,"
beaming at Pat as she did so.

Pat filled her glass and watched her as she drank half of it.
"Hold on Mary Ann, that's supposed to be strong stuff, I want you
to be able to taste dinner." She finished the glass.

"May I have some more please?"

"Certainly, are you all right?" Pat was beginning to worry that
the "magical" properties of Vivo Vino were already leaps and
bounds ahead of him.

"Yes, I'll be fine for dinner. I can slow down now. I just was
confused for a moment and, the wine was so good. I think its time
to put the meat on, don't you?" Suddenly, the wine caught up with
Mary Ann. The spinning in her gut, the wetness in her pussy, the
shaking in her heart, suddenly time seemed to stop for Mary Ann.
Suddenly it all made sense, life, the universe, everything, in a
way it never had before. She looked at Pat with new eyes, teary
and gleaming. Pat was in for a big surprise. There was going to
be a sudden change in menu for dinner.



Chapter 6 - Mary Ann's Hot Cooking

Now that her head was finally clear, Mary Ann walked confidently
over to the stove and turned down the sauce. Turning to Pat she
started rubbing his crotch, relaxed now, her decision having
finally been made. "Do you think the meat for this evening is
warming up nicely"?

Mary Ann was a little shocked at herself, but not by much, as she
thought about the evening, what she was wearing, and how wet she
had become just standing there in Pat's kitchen. As she felt
Pat's member respond firmly to her rubbing she wondered just when
she had decided that she wanted to make love to Pat. Was it just
now, in that moment of clarity, or was it before that?

It was somewhere around the point that she realized that he saw
her as a real person and had desired her for a long time. The
fact that he had gone to all this trouble and actually admired
her, her figured in. The pom-poms. That might have been it. Being
willing to look silly for her. All she knew is that she wanted to
do something really, really nice for him now. Dinner could wait.
She was sure the difference between master chef quality and
really good would be lost on her anyway.

As Mary Ann unbuttoned Pat's tuxedo pants, Pat stared into her
eyes with longing and pulled her face up to kiss her. This kiss
was not a short kiss like the ones they had shared before. This
kiss was long and deep and soulful. This kiss said "I want to
make love to you and you to make love to me."

Mary Ann was not drunk. She was happy, free, and light-headed
perhaps, but all her senses were now on fire. She felt every
little nerve ending in her body as it touched the silken portions
of Pat's tuxedo.

As Pat's pants fell down, she stood to remove his jacket as he
stepped out of his pants and she whispered hungrily, "Undress
me".

This was all Pat needed. He had been eyeing Mary Ann's body
underneath her translucent dress all night and it had been
quietly maddening. It appeared as if she had nothing on
underneath it, but only wisps of detail showed through. The outer
spheres of her breasts were clear of course, and the shapes of
her nipples as they became increasingly long and erect during the
night also clear, but the darker shapes around them, and the hint
of the shape of her vulva, now there, now gone, were driving him
wild even as he tried to appear calmer and calmer. He almost
stopped time once to take care of his problem.

There was one gold circlet at the top of her gown with one edge
open. It was the key to all the rest. He turned it sideways and
pulled it through the fabric loop holding one half of the top's
material and when he let it go, the two sides of her dress fell
away opening to reveal what turned out to be proportionately
gigantic breasts when compared to her thin waist and tiny ass.

Her waist and ass were so small that once released the dress fell
completely off to reveal that she was completely nude underneath,
gloriously nude, with just the tiniest fuzz over her vagina. She
had shaved the rest. Mary Ann was mostly bare. She had a shaved
pussy with only a hint of fuzz on top. Pat was staggered. He
began to have trouble breathing again. His cock became hard as a
rock.

"You, you, you are breathtaking. I may need mouth to mouth." Pat
fell to his knees putting his head against her silken warm belly.

Mary Ann laughed. "I think I'm going to like being your lover
Pat, you are so much more debonair than the football players, I'm
not sure they even know you can use the word breathtaking in a
sentence", then softening, a glistening look coming into her
eyes, "and you even mean what you say, that means so much to me,
you have no idea. The others, they only want to score, they'll
say anything to do so, but you, well you want to make love to me,
but you wait until you really feel something, then you say it.
And you hope, you've been hoping for days now, not expecting or
demanding."

Then Mary Ann got down on her knees and kissed Pat back. Hard.
She pulled his hands up to her breasts just so he knew that he
could. He ran his thumbs over them a little then kissed each
nipple, tasting them. Mary Ann shuddered at his attention,
getting wetter all the time. Wanting him inside her. Where were
her condoms? In her purse. Right. Or Pat had some.

"Pat, I want to ask you something very important. I don't want
you to be embarrassed. Just tell me the truth. It makes a
difference in how we go from here. OK?"

"OK"

"I might be wrong about this, but I have this idea in my head
that you don't have a lot of experience..."

"You're my first."

"God, that makes it easier. Look, I really, really, really like
you and now I want this to make this so, so special to you. OK?
So, tonight we're going to skip, the, um salad course, that's me,
and go right for the main menu, and go for that until we get it
right. IF you feel up to it, you can come back and take care of
me, but the first time, when things are unequal, and they are,
should be all about the first timer. OK?"

“It’s more than OK, I never dreamed…” Pat was at a loss for
words.

"Great. Do you have any condoms?"

"Yes, in the back pocket.." She reached for his pants and found
them.

"Got them. OK. How hot do you think that sauce is by now? I want
to try something special."

Pat looked at the pan. "Only warm. It should taste good but not
burn us. We should taste it first, to be sure though."

Mary Ann smiled. "Good, this will be fun." Mary Ann got up. Pat
watched her lithe top heavy figure move to the counter, her
breasts swaying as she walked, her muscles moving under her skin,
he spotted a basting brush on a rack, poured some of the sauce
into a bowl, it was a bit thick so she added some wine to thin it
out, good girl, and brought them and two glasses of wine over for
good measure.

"Have some more wine Pat. I have it on good authority that it's a
very good one." They laughed together. When she started basting
the sauce on her breasts Pat stopped laughing and was mesmerized.

"Oh, this is nice and warm, just perfect". Licking some more of
the sauce off her fingers, Mary Ann pulled Pat's white boxers
down and pulled his socks off too. "Your turn Pat, you have to
give me something to lick while you work on me. Oh, that sauce
gives me a warm tingly feeling just sitting on my skin." And with
that she got a really good look at Pat's growing cock for the
first time.

"My, oh what a great big cock you have Mr. Pat, all the better to
Fuck me with, hee, hee, hee", at this point the wine was
beginning to really hit Mary Ann and to touch Pat too.

She began to paint Pat's balls and cock with the "Magic" sauce.
As she did so, his major portion became even more major. To Pat's
surprise, it seemed even bigger and wider than he remembered it
ever being.

"Oh, oh, I am a lucky girl. Who knew, who knew, what pleasures
you did hide Pat. Here, it’s time for a little snack and then
dinner." With that Mary Ann laid on her side 69 style so that Pat
could suck the sauce off her breasts and she could suck the sauce
off of his.

As she first touched his dick with her tongue, the feeling inside
Pat's heads was indescribable. His dick and his brain both were
overcome with delight.

"I know you want to explode right now," Mary Ann said, "and if
you have to, just come right in my mouth, don't you worry, we'll
have you back up in no time, in fact, I'm wondering what your cum
and this sauce together might taste like, mighty good I'd think,
but if you can hold back, the longer the better, it's a better
orgasm."

Pat tried. He really did. He lasted a really long time. But the
sensations of being licked, of having both balls sucked into Mary
Ann's mouth at the same time and being licked clean while he used
his hands to move the sauce towards her nipples which he then
licked clean over and over, circling her aureole as he did so,
making Mary Ann squirm with delight, hum with delight, started a
feeling at the bottom of his prostate that was impossible to
ignore.

"Mary Ann," he said, as she was licking the underside of his
shaft, "I'm coming up right underneath you."

"Right!" Mary Ann quickly moved to suck the tip of his penis into
her mouth, licking it with little circles, on top of and under
his circumcised head.

As she did he felt his own magma boil uncontrollably up his own
shaft as he tried to create negative pressure to keep it inside,
but her licking and licking made that harder and harder and as
she did so, her fingers started tickling his ass in gentle
strokes.

That was it - "Aaaaaaaaah" Right into Mary Ann's mouth he came.
Everything he had. Hot cum, she seemed to chug it right down her
throat, then sucking it, gently over and over until he was done,
then when she was not quite done, she added a little leftover
sauce on her hand, mixed the two and went, "Wow! That's really
incredible. You should bottle that. Oh, Pat, the two flavors
together, they make my head spin."

Pat looked at the glazed look on Mary Ann's face. She was in
orbit. Suddenly she seemed as if she was under a spell.

"I love you Mary Ann," he ventured.

"I love you too, Pat.  It's crazy, but I do. I came in here
thinking that you were an OK guy and we might have a nice time
together and now, I'm, it's not a crush Pat. I'm in love with
you. I just don't believe it."

"I went from crush to love too, Mary Ann."

"You did?" Mary Ann was surprised.

"I've had the biggest crush on you for the longest time. But I
had nothing to base it on. Even when you saved me today, that was
noble, heroic, but nothing to base a relationship on, but, all
this time tonight, you've just gotten under my skin, into my
heart. Suddenly, I want to spend the rest of my life with you,
have kids, the whole shot. Are you serious Mary Ann, do you
really, truly love me with your whole heart?"

"I really do Pat. Let's start now."

"What?"

"Let's start our family now, tonight. I think we could. The
timing's pretty close. If we have unprotected sex, I bet you
could get me pregnant tonight." Mary Ann was shivering at
excitement and shock at herself for saying this, but some
primitive part of her wanted to do this very badly, and wanted to
do it with Pat.

"But Mary Ann, our parents, college."

"Pat, as far as I am concerned, I was going to college for my
MRS. degree, just to find a husband. The bachelor's degree would
be useful after the kids were grown, true, but in truth, I'm
willing to work so that you can go to school if need be. Pat, do
you really, really love me?"


"Stop"




Chapter 7 - Stop! - In The Name of Love

Pat stopped time inaudibly. He had to think. The Vivo Vino wine
was working on him too, he realized. They both were under its
spell and neither would ever stop loving each other. Was it right
to trap Mary Ann this way? Was the question moot? Was it too late
for either of them?

Mary Ann was already in love with him. Could he even free her
from this trap: probably not. A magic this ancient could not be
fought - he could only hurt her by denying it. If he denied her
he would only cause her pain. He would cause himself pain. Their
whole lives apart would be spent in emptiness. Damn.

Sam had warned him to be really sure. He had probably not
realized what kind of conscience Pat had when he gave him the
wine and he had probably expected Pat to be smart enough not to
drink it himself.

Pat thought hard for a while more. He looked into Mary Ann's
beautiful brown eyes frozen in time, full of love for him and his
heart melted some more picturing those eyes looking at him that
way for the rest of his life.  She was so beautiful and, on the
bright side, Pat knew that he was really, truly in love with her.
He wondered if he would pass on his special gifts to their
children. That was a thought. She would be the mother of his
children. He felt a surge of desire from deep within. There was
only one thing to do.


"Start"


"Yes, Mary Ann, I really, really love you."

"Guess what? You're all clean and wet now and really hard. Mary
Ann is going for the ride of her life!"

Mary Ann did exactly that too. First she slid over Pat's whole
body, her achingly soft skin, so smooth, like light brown silk
sliding across his body, back and forth, her arms, her breasts,
teasing along his chest. Then she straddled him and raised
herself up, touching, then taking his cock in one hand, rubbing
it up and down to make it a little harder, then slipping the tip
just inside her to get it a little wetter, then sliding down on
him part way.

"Oh God, you feel, so wonderful Pat, and you're, so patient,
letting me have fun with you. This is so, so much better."

As Pat felt his prick enter her slit, hot, silky, and tight, he
felt small fireworks, little gold flickers in his head. Mary
Ann's body was radiating colors of all different frequencies and
she and he were hottest, brightest where they joined, he could
see himself moving inside her, inching in to her tight heaven.

Mary Ann may have been sexually active before, but she was no
slut. She was still really tight. The pleasure pain of entering
her made him sigh, her scream with ecstasy as Mary Ann,
unprepared for his enhanced bulk, as she wiggled to stretch to
allow him in was surprising and erotic at the same time.  Pat was
completely unprepared for the sounds and sights and feelings and
even smells his enhanced senses gave him. He just did his best to
help move up and down with Mary Ann, slowly, as she did, so as
not to increase her pain.

Then, Mary Ann rose up until he was almost out, to allow her
juices which had been building up inside to a level she had never
felt before to wash over him, then she bore down on him harder,
then rose back up, then down, each time taking him in a little
deeper, riding him faster and faster, each time getting more and
more excited.  Then suddenly, instinctively, Pat reached up to
her shoulders and pulled Mary Ann down - hard. She screeched, but
was finally all the way down; the tip of his penis just inside
the opening of her uterus, filling it, sealing it, giving
anything going in nowhere to go.

Just then Pat's cock exploded inside her filling her cervix with
his hot semen. Everything he had. All at once, no warning, just
boom - there it is; the tip of his cock sealing it all in. But
Pat continued to try to fit himself in deeper and that really set
Mary Ann's orgasms off, and she came hard now squealing in orgasm
after orgasm. The walls of her vagina clutching and milking his
cock for every drop they could. He looked down and could see a
large burning hot spot growing inside her. He had seen it erupt
from inside himself and he watched in fascination as his swimmers
advanced inside her.

Pat held her in place as long as he could. Staying inside her. As
Pat started to get soft, Mary Ann smiled and tried her best to
keep him aroused. She rocked back and forth trying to excite him
again, sucking on Pat's nipples. Bringing his nipples to her
tongue. Telling him that he was going to spend the rest of his
life fucking her tiny cunt. That did it, up he came. She moved up
and down so that even as he was sealed inside her, the movement
of her most inner lips caressed him, and very, very soon, he came
again, looking deep into her eyes, seeing the love he had needed
to see there.

This time Pat was too soft to stay glued to the opening of her
cervix. But as he withdrew, he tried very hard to rub his pubic
bone against her clit for another orgasm for her. But in the end
it was too soon for her, so they just relaxed, arm in arm on the
floor, together. When his cum started to spill out of her she
lifted her hips up and had him get a pillow from the couch so
that none would spill out. She had him take the little that had
come out, put it in a spoon with a little sauce and feed it to
her. Mary Ann had another orgasm just from swallowing it, a magic
elixir indeed.




Chapter 8 - Catwoman Delighted


About 2 am Mary Ann awoke to hear cooking sounds in the kitchen.
The smell of the sauce was back as well as the aroma of the
cooking meat.

"Are you awake, Mary Ann?"

"Yes?"

"Good, it's time for dinner. The food should be ready in about
7-8 minutes. Do you want to take a quick shower or come as you
are?"

Mary Ann did a quick survey. As soon as she stood up, she would
start leaking. That would be sticky. Also, a little residue from
the sauce was still on her breasts. On the other hand, if she
stayed where she was she would be fine.

"Can we eat on the floor, right here?"

"If you like. If you are worried about leaking out, there's
plenty more where that came from." Pat laughed. "And I was hoping
to give you a refill soon." They both laughed at that.

Seeing the towel Pat had put next to her to catch any "spillage"
Mary Ann decided on the quick shower option. "Where is the
shower?"

"We have a guest shower straight ahead, second door on the right.
There is a bathrobe laid out if you want it."

"Thanks!" Mary Ann brightened at his thoughtfulness. In all her
time, with all her boyfriends, no one had ever offered her a
bathrobe. Not once. Though when she got to the bathroom and saw
it she laughed very hard when realized that it was nearly
transparent but for a sheer tigress print.

After a nice hot shower, she looked at herself in the long
bathroom mirror in it. It felt silky smooth but still light and
exotic.  Catwoman, did he know about her nickname or was it just
a coincidence? Either way, it was perfect, just perfect.

When she came out she had to ask, "Pat, did you get this robe
especially for me?"

"Yep, the wildest most wishful speculation I ever did. But seeing
you in it now makes it the smartest thing I ever did," ogled Pat.
Mary Ann looked fabulous in it. Nearly transparent naked is for
some reason a lot sexier than completely naked Pat thought to
himself and that tigress looked just right against the tan of her
skin.

"Pat, what do you have under that apron?" Mary Ann had to ask
that, as she watched Pat artfully put the veal onto the bed of
rice and vegetables then drizzle the sauce around it all with a
tiny dollop on top.

"Dessert," to which they both laughed.

"Come to the table in the dining room, we never got that far,"
Pat said as he brought the plates into the dining room. Mary Ann
followed with the wine chiller that had a new bottle of wine, and
a small server of the special sauce.

When she walked into the dining room she was stunned. The table
was set with immaculate bone china and Waterford crystal. Fancy
silver, artfully tented napkins, and a chandelier lit with real
candles. Candles seemed to be everywhere giving the room an
amazing glow.

Mary Ann began to cry. "You did all this for me. I fell in love
with you before I knew about this. If I hadn't before, I think
this would have put me over the edge. Oh thank you."

Pat took her and kissed her and said, I like to dine like this.
It might be a long time before we have china and silver like
this, but candles we will be able to afford right off. And, you
get the cook with the package. Let me serve you."

He sat and served her. Then poured more wine. Then Pat made a
toast.

"To early weddings." Then the crying really began, by both of
them.

The rest of the weekend was spent in an education for both of
them in what sex can be for two people who really truly love each
other, listen to each other, and care about each other.

The second bottle of Vivo Vino was gone very quickly, but that
did not seem to matter. The good was done. They had decided the
course of their lives and nothing could stop them.

Or could it?




Chapter 9 - In the Jungle The Blackboard Jungle


Monday they returned to school with an unmistakable glow, arm in
arm, clearly a couple. Shock went through the whole gossip stream
of the school faster than lightning. No one could possibly
believe that Mary Ann and Pat could be an item, but there was no
doubt about it. At lunch Mary Ann and Pat sat at their own table
and Mary Ann was, if not snubbing, at least not seeking out her
old friends that day. Not even Gloria who had gotten no
explanation of why Mary Ann had not shown up either Friday or
Saturday night, and had had to make up an excuse for Mary Ann’s
mother on the fly. Gloria was dying of curiosity and deeply
worried about her friend. Was she having a nervous breakdown of
some kind? Had Rudy driven her over the edge?

This was unprecedented. Pat was a geek and not that good looking.
It upset the whole social order.  Gloria appointed herself to
come over and get the scoop.

"Hi Mary Ann, hi, er,"

"Pat", Pat said.

"Right, Pat. I just thought I would come over, and see, you know,
see what you guys were doing?"

"You mean what in the world we were doing together?" Mary Ann
offered.

"Well," Gloria hemmed, "I didn't mean to put it quite like that,
but it sort of seems like you two are dating."

"Oh, we're not dating, Gloria," Mary Ann set it up beautifully.

"Oh, everyone will be so relieved, I mean, that's interesting, it
just sort of looked that way, you two seemed sort of lovey-dovey
today."

"Oh, we are, er, Gloria?" Pat put in, stretching it out. "We're
just not dating.

"Then what are you?" Gloria asked, more than a little put out
now.

"Actually, not that it's any of your business," Mary Ann stopped
to pull her hand out from under the lunch table to show Gloria
what had been Pat's Grandmother's 2 1/2 carat engagement ring,
"We're engaged."

Pat and Mary Ann turned and beamed at each other then kissed each
other deeply and soulfully in front of the whole lunchroom, which
of course, went wild.

"ENGAGED! YOU TWO ARE ENGAGED! HOW CAN YOU TWO BE ENGAGED!"

Gloria's shouting caused a stampede over to them.

"Yeah", barked Rudy, "what's he got that I ain't got?" Pat stood
to face off the much larger Rudy, but it was Mary Ann who shut
him up.

"Intelligence, tack, charm, the ability to shit in the toilet not
on his girlfriend, and oh, about 6 more inches. Not that you are
completely unendowed, Rudy, just small."

Gloria suddenly became piping mad and turned on Rudy: "You
actually shit on her Rudy? You shit, defecated, on one of our
cheerleaders?" The look on Rudy's face said it all. "On behalf of
the squad let me tell you what I think of that, Rudy." Then, as
only a cheerleader can, she high-kicked him in the groin, twice.

"Sorry, Mary Ann, and I thought you were nuts to break up with
this asshole. Pat, Rudy is officially expelled from the ranks of
the social elite here and you are officially in. You don't have
to have anything to do with us, of course, but you are welcome
anytime you want to be. Come on girls, let's explain to the
coaches why Rudy is off all the school's teams."

"That was an interesting switch," Pat said.

"Gloria can be like that. She thought I was crazy breaking up
with Rudy. She thought I was crazy going out with you. Then when
she heard that we were engaged she thought I had gone over the
edge. And missing a critical piece of information or two I could
see how she might. But it was mostly that she was worried about
me. But she saw two things just now."

"What?"

"One, when Rudy came up and started to try to make a claim for me
again, even though I did the talking, you were ready to fight him
for me even thought he might have really hurt you. That kind of
courage means a lot to someone like Gloria. Two, I had reasons
for wanting to marry you and really disliking Rudy. Right now
she's really distracted by how ugly a thing Rudy did, but inside,
she is probably thinking, if my reasons for disliking Rudy were
so good, maybe my reasons for loving you are just as good."

"So maybe Gloria has a little depth?" Pat asked.

"Yes. But out of her element she's pretty lost."

"How come you could break free?"

"I don't know. I've wanted to for a long time. I don't think I
needed you to break free. I think you were just the brass ring."

"Well, I certainly go up and down."

"That you do." They laughed together. Mary Ann loved Pat's laugh
and realized that she laughed more with him than with anyone else
she had ever known.

The news of Pat and Mary Ann's engagement broke like wildfire
through the school. Rudy attempted to attack Pat in the hall the
next day but only embarrassed himself. If you are going to jump
someone in the hallway and make a big scene, its best not to try
to do it to someone who can stop time, pull your pants down, toss
you towards a locker and sidestep in the nick of time. And by
pants here, I mean all pants, so that a good portion of the
school got to see that Mary Ann meant by Rudy's shortcomings.

Poor Rudy tried to lunge at Pat again but only managed to trip,
wind up with his head in a wastebasket and roll down the stairs,
breaking both legs in the process. Nothing could be done to Pat
of course, as all witnesses agreed that he had merely side
stepped and let Rudy's anger punish himself.

Rudy-short-dick as he began to be called in the hallways soon
gave up and transferred to another school where on Mary Ann's
written but anonymous advice he cleaned up his act so to speak
and was much happier.

Mary Ann and Pat were a great couple. As time passed it became
clear that they were going to be very happy very happy together
and, that Mary Ann was pregnant.

While her pregnancy was a source of shock to both sets of
parents, they had both had a chance to get used to the idea of
the two being together when the engagement was announced.

The immediacy of the pregnancy was troubling, they were not even
out of high school yet, but when Mary Ann admitted to her parents
that the pregnancy had been initiated only after they had agreed
to marry, they were surprised, and a bit mollified.

Mary Ann's parents were also very impressed with Pat, who was not
the kind of boy that they feared Mary Ann would wind up with,
Rudy having been a nightmare. All things considered, if Mary Ann
was determined to marry young, Pat was an excellent choice. Pat’s
parents fell all over Mary Ann of course, especially Pat’s dad.
It was almost embarrassing. Both parents scratched their head at
how he could have landed a girl like Mary Ann, but both were
quite relieved that he had landed a girl period, so, they decided
that maybe it was all for the best.

So the only question was one of a date, before or after the birth
vs. before or after high school graduation. The kids were pushing
for earlier, the adults for later.

When Pat dropped in next for some meat, he brought along Mary Ann
who showed off her ring with pride. Sam looked at her in wonder.

“I have to tell you Sam, that wine sure lived up to its
reputation!”

“NO!” Sam looked at Pat with a mixture of wonder at Pat’s luck in
scoring such a wonderful girl and horror at his youth.

“You’re invited to the wedding and the baptism, of course, we’d
like you to be the godfather. We have someone picked out to be
the Godmother.”

“The baptism?” It was then Sam realized that the cards had been
right after all. It had been a fateful night for Pat. He had
become a father. He wondered about the rest of the prediction.
Where would all those other children come from?


“We haven’t set a date for the wedding yet, but we’ve agreed it
should be before the baptism. Probably this summer.”




Chapter 10 - Temptations


In all of this bliss however, Pat's curiosity about his power to
stop time started to get the better of him and despite his love
for Mary Ann he was increasingly subject to temptation.

At first it was to enhance a view under someone's skirt as they
were going up the stairs, or to pull down a girl's top and lick
her nipples for a moment when they were already poking through
her top and were just too ripe to ignore.

One day Miss Rand wore a nearly transparent to the sun outfit and
Pat was so turned on that he actually stopped time, lifted her
skirt and felt her pussy, which was hot and wet. He so wanted to
fuck her. He was tempted to.  But she was at normal temperature
and so he decided not to, instead, seeing that the period was
over he walked down the hall, went through the gym door and
walked into the girl's shower room just as the current class was
finishing their showers and changing back into school clothes
after gym class.

Pat looked at all the naked flesh he was in naked girl Mecca.
What a variety of beautiful bodies there were to see. It was a
junior/senior gym period so they were all of age, 17 being the
age in Illinois. Pat looked around. It was amazing. They all had
such soft skin, so tender and so pliable. He could not resist
going up to each one and copping a feel here or there. What harm
could it do? Even the plain girls had sexy bodies. Who would have
guessed it?

As Pat scanned across the room he couldn't help but notice
something amazing, almost a third of the girls in the room had
begun to ovulate since he walked in the room.  Was it a
coincidence? Had he done something to make it happen? Were they
in sync for some other reason? Then he realized something. The
girls' ovulation status changed while he was in the room. He must
have had something to do with their ovulation. Perhaps they were
nearly ready and his stop-time state did something, released a
chemical that helped put them over the edge. Whatever the reason,
it made Pat hard as a rock to realize that he was in a room full
of fertile women. If he spent all day, he could get them all
pregnant! But it wouldn’t take all day he realized. It would take
no time at all!

Still, first some basic exploring. Pat undressed and put his
clothes in a locker so they would not get wet and he began to
touch the girls more thoroughly, checking out who was wet inside
and who was dry. They had been exercising so no one was entirely
dry, especially not with Mr. George teaching. Mr. George looked
just enough like one of the popular TV stars that a lot of the
girls had the hots for him, but not enough to get him in trouble.
Mr. George never would get in trouble over girls anyway he didn't
swing that way.

As Pat felt his way around the room, he saw Ginny Always under
the shower. What a terrible name combination. Virgin always. What
mean parents. In school, dressed, she looked thin and
undernourished, but under the showers, she looked entirely
different. Ginny was perfect.

Ginny looked younger than the rest of the girls but she wasn't.
She was tall, 5'11, with long legs and a long trunk but the
section between her waist and ass made her look like a little
girl. If she gained weight it would fill out, but right now, she
looked so tiny there, Pat wondered what would happen if he even
tried to fuck her, where would it all go? Of course the very
idea, made him even harder, especially since Ginny was one of the
girls ovulating.

Ginny's breasts were not tiny, they were nice large oranges, with
pink nipples. She was turned a little so he could not see her
bush, but her face, so white, her lips, pink, her hair, jet
black. He really wanted to feel her, so under the water he went.

Moving through stopped water was interesting for Pat. He took
whatever water he passed through with him and as long as it was
on his body it rolled down until it lost contact then stayed
there wherever it was. So, if water was spraying, he could drink
it after a fashion, a good thing to know, if he ever got thirsty.

On the way to Ginny he noticed Karen Kubers breasts screaming to
be fondled. They were sagging a little and needed a little love,
so he lifted them up and kissed her nipples. When he let them go
they just stayed up there, so Pat had to bring them back down
manually. No point adding to the suspicion fucking Ginny was
likely to cause. Was he really going to do this?

He stood in front of Ginny. She was a doll. He wondered if he
could have two wives, or Ginny as some kind of a sex toy. First
things first, was she wet? He probed her vagina. Not really. Time
for some soap. He found some liquid soap and opened the top and
spread it all over his cock. Then he went back to Ginny.

Gently he eased his cock into her tiny slit. It was a tight fit,
very tight. Pat thought about the fact that she was ovulating and
paused. Fucking her was one thing, did he really want to knock
Ginny up? Fuck yes. If he was some kind of new human he needed to
make as many of him as possible before they were discovered and
people tried to wipe them out.

He pushed further in. Oh sweet agony. Then he hit her hymen. As
suspected, a virgin. Well, he knew she had to be. She just did
not play the game.  On the up side, if she felt this it would be
all at once anyway, so one big push. UMPH. And he was in. God did
this feel good. Her silky insides were hot and wet. As he held
her tiny bottom he pulled in and out of her. It was very hard at
first because her body changed slowly, but he added more soap and
he moved in and out faster and faster, faster and faster, not
holding back at all until just when he was ready to come, he
pushed in as far as he could, deep into her cervix, trying not to
break through the far end, and then let loose.

She was so sexy, a gorgeous doll really, that he came and came
and came, then slipped out. He slipped fingers of both hands in
covered them with semen and looked for other ovulating girls.

Sandra was hot and was about to pull her panties up. She was
bending over and in the perfect position. Pat walked over and
slid a finger in, Sandy was wet and Pat's finger was almost
sucked right in, one, two, three, four fingers. Sandy took all
the semen he had.

Joan, was next, inside she was just about dry, but she had one
leg up, proving herself to be a natural redhead. She had a very
nice pussy, with a small opening, but Pat's other hand was ready,
dripping with semen and its natural lubrication helped him slide
right in. Joan was not a virgin so, like Sandy, all Pat had to do
was get the semen in as far as he could with his longest finger
covered in sperm.

Lia, the Chinese-American princess was also ovulating today. Like
the others, Pat looked though her bag. There were her birth
control pills. Oops, now they were missing. Pat slid his slimy
penis inside her, it went in easily, she was really wet and to
his surprise, really big. Not tight at all. He rubbed as much
semen off on her insides as he could.

Pat looked around. There was Gloria. She was ovulating too. But
Gloria was different. She was a little bit too close to home.
Instead Pat just felt her up. Slid his cock in her mouth which
happened to be open, and used her to get her excited again.

Pat wondered. Could he come again? Did he have time? Time? Of
course he had time. He had all the time he needed, didn't he?
That was the problem. He had never run out of time. But there was
always a first time. Well, time to keep going for now.

Who else was ovulating? Oh, look in the corner. Susan Deckley.
What a fox. Look at that glow. She's hiding in the corner to
change too. Another virgin? Let's see.  He bent her over and put
his finger in and sure enough, stopped at the hymen.  This would
be fun. Back to the soap, in he went. Susan's family had lots of
money, but were very much right to lifer's. They would keep the
baby for sure. The thought made Pat randy as hell. In minutes he
shot into Susan as if she were the first of the day. He wondered
then, could he leave subliminal messages with the girls?

He could try. He went to each one with a different message. "You
will take off your top in biology class. Then adjust your bra and
put it back on as if nothing has happened."

"You will kiss Gloria during lunch"

"Lia will kiss you during lunch and you will like it."

And a special one for Ginny, "You have a crush on Mary Ann and
Pat and want to sleep with them both badly. You will have lunch
with them starting today but will be afraid to tell them how you
feel until next week."

There, enough of that for now. But there were 4 more ovulating
girls to go. He went back to Susan and got some back, being sure
to press some of his come as deeply up into her as he could.

There was that new girl, Buffy something, a short blond with long
hair that curled nicely at the end. Boy was she fit. She
certainly would be an awesome fuck. Pat decided to go for
slipping his cock right in, and sure enough, she was wet already
and he pushed the tip of his hardening cock inside her lips with
no problem. He was a little surprised when he hit her hymen; a
girl this hot and this physical, you would think that she was
sexually active too, those thighs alone could hold on forever.
Pat took his time here.

Buffy was beautiful, as he pushed in and out of her, he wet his
cock with some of the come he had meant to use on another girl.
That helped him get to the point where he could break through
Buffy's hymen which was tougher than most. He saw his first
problem, a spot of blood on his cock as he pulled back. Pat
didn't stop to wonder about that he just kept moving in and out
faster and faster, rubbing her pussy and clit and watching her
smaller cone shaped breasts as he did so. Her vagina could not
clench him like in normal sex, but it was still soft an hot, as
Pat looked into her eyes he could not help saying, "You will fall
in love with Pat Zeno Buffy. You will want to sleep with Pat and
offer yourself to him for his pleasure and Mary Ann's. You will
do anything to please them. Anything." Pat just kept repeating
this over and over. Suddenly he came, fucking this strong, hot,
tough girl produced a ton of jism. It spewed into her, filling
her, some coming out of her. "Wow!" Pat thought. I can do this
any time I feel like it.

Just past Buffy he saw Dawn Marty, a short brunette, she had just
dropped her towel and was reaching down to her locker to get her
clothes, the bottom one. Pat lined up behind her and slid his
still firm cock in her trying to see if he could come again. Dawn
was shorter and thinner than Buffy and had fewer muscles. Her
hair was a dark brown and her skin a much paler white. Her pussy
was a bright pink and her ass was tiny, but bent over it was nice
and shapely. To his surprise though, her hole was just that. It
looked like Dawn had a big boyfriend, a really big boyfriend. No
trouble slipping in here. Either Dawn's boyfriend was 4 inches
around or she had a close relationship with some prize-winning
vegetables!

But Dawn was ovulating, that was the key point. As he moved
inside her, he dripped some cum on his cock just in case he
couldn't come again. That moved inside Dawn and rubbed off on the
inside of her pussy. It might not have looked like much. But
those little streams had hundreds of thousands of sperm each
heading up towards Dawn's birth canal. Then Pat tried rotating
his prick in a circle, oh, that was a good feeling, and dripping
some more semen on his hand. He wished he could bring Dawn awake,
or partly awake for this part, but he felt that she might not be
amused by his efforts to knock her up. Finally, after a long
time, and a break to suck on her pretty nipples, Pat came with a
little spurt. Not a lot, but enough, and deep within Dawn. A
teaspoon, Pat remembered, held millions of sperm.

Then it was time for Cutie Catie. Cutie Catie was one of the
Cheerleaders and was the biggest tease in school. She was just
coming out of the shower. Perfect timing. In went two fingers as
deep as he could go. 7 fingers left and a little left on his cock
from Dawn.

Amber Lambert was a fast dresser. She was sitting on the bench
one leg out getting one shoe on. No problem. Two used fingers to
pull back the panties, two semen covered fingers to slide inside
her pussy, no hymen, a little wiping, a kiss, a long kiss Amber's
best feature were her lips, which were warm and open. Pat debated
putting a little semen on her tongue but decided that that was
just too dangerous. He wanted no one to know what had happened
today if at all possible.

Colleen the Queen was just about to don her panties, so Pat
stuffed her muff with a little royal jelly. He thought to himself
how ironic her nickname was. Colleen was the least "queenly" girl
in school. He paused and wondered whether it was really fair to
get a lesbian pregnant.  Then he decided that going by rumors and
innuendo was unfair, and that biological diversity for his new
race was really needed. Besides, whether she wanted one or not,
Colleen had a nice rack. Those genes needed passing on.

Finally, the last pair of fingers was for Sue Whatner. Sue was
horny all the time. In fact, she once yelled out "I am SO horny
in a classroom just before the teacher walked in." It was an itch
that Sue was dying, just dying to scratch, but she really knew
her parents wanted her to wait and loved them and was trying so
hard to please them and it was killing her. In fact, Sue didn't
know it, but her agony had become the subject of regular
discussion at home the last week or so - the topic: Should we
just put her on the pill and let her do what she needs to do so
badly. They really should have because now fate, with Pat as its
finger was intervening in their lives, and tiny Sue Whatner was
the next to get served up.

Pat enjoyed stroking Sue's insides and on any other day he might
have started with her,  but he wanted to wait until she knew she
was pregnant and do her live, and he whispered to her that she
should fall in love with him and want to have sex with him all
the time. He felt that getting Sue pregnant would free her to
have sex whenever she wanted, and in this he was right.



Chapter 11  - Xenophile's Delight


Pat decided that it was time for him to get dressed. But as he
moved back through the girl's locker room he noticed a shape in
the doorway, someone coming in who had had not noticed before and
so he went closer to investigate. Jackpot!

Of all people, it was Aeisha Washington. Aeisha had the most
complex genetic background in the school, she was a little bit of
everything, Black, Hispanic, White, Asian, Islander, it was all
mixed up in her together and made her the most exotic kind of
beauty around.  She was untouchable in her grace and beauty and
people left her alone unless she approached them. She was as
close to royalty as the school had and the rumor was that she was
descended of kings on several continents. Pat walked right up to
her and pulled her gym pants down and saw his first pierced pussy
ever.

Her clitoris was pierced with a silver ball, so that someone
having sex with her would move the ball and stimulate her clit as
they had sex with her. Pat was stunned. He pulled her top up to
see her full breasts. Her nipples were enormous. As big as a
football player's thumb around and at least an inch high and
pinkish brown, Aeisha's breasts were a fantasy playground. 
Elitist, snobbish, quick to anger, mean, Aeisha was not his type,
but staring at her now, Pat wondered how long it would take her
to make him her sexual plaything subject to any whim she had;
and, she was ovulating. Could he do it? He still had some semen
on his poor tired penis and a little on his fingers.

Pat slid one finger at a time into Aeisha's box, making sure they
all got wet. That was step one. Each time he tried to get her a
little wider. Step two, he got himself hard, not a difficult job
in itself, it was the semen production that was the matter.  But
by fitting his cock into her slit, and pushing inside her, Pat
knew that he had done most of the work once he had pushed his way
all the way in.  He moved himself in and out waiting for his
semen to swim free. Until they left his skin they were in his
time and perhaps for a little longer. How long the change took
with his own blood products he did not know.

While he waited he stared at Aeisha's body with amazement. She
had the smallest tattoos, each little pieces of art concealed in
intimate places on her body where only a lover could see them.
Each tattoo was a cultural symbol like a little jewel, or a tiny
egg, or a crystal glass, a Celtic ring, a baby dragon, each no
larger than an eight of an inch. Some tattoos were even smaller.

On impulse Pat kissed Aeisha's breast and tasted the most exotic
flavor. She had bathed in some kind of flavored bath, expensive
and exotic like herself.  Pat wondered if someone was keeping
her. Then suddenly, Pat felt himself quickening as the impact of
what he had done sank in. He looked around the locker room and
once more looked at all the naked girls, in various states of
dress, many of whom, (10?) he had filled with his semen. Perhaps
would impregnate them all!

Pat would have to keep a list. The totality of it all made him
excited as he realized how much power he really had. He could go
anywhere. He could fuck anyone. No woman was safe. He was limited
only be his lifetime and the number of sperm he could produce and
his distribution system. Why, if he was systematic about
collecting and distributing his semen so that there was less
waste he could impregnate hundreds or more women a day. The idea
was staggering. Suddenly he was pumping Aeisha full of semen. He
might not want to make every woman pregnant, but this one, he
wanted. He would have her and he was.

Once he was done, he re-dressed Aeisha and walked underneath the
shower water to get himself wet. It was odd walking though the
water leaving a Pat shaped tube behind him. He then realized what
he was doing and broke up the pattern. Pat then went to one of
the girls he had not played with who had dressed and used her
towel to dry. "No sense in leaving outside evidence on anyone
else's towel," he thought.

Then he did a double check of backpacks for birth control pills.
The pill would be his biggest enemy, he knew, if he wanted to get
girls pregnant in large numbers. He found two more packs and
looked at them. The circles of pills, both about half gone, with
pink pills at the end to mark the sugar pills that let the girls
have their periods.  If he could only replace the pills in the
middle with a white sugar pill of some kind, then he could let
them lie there. He took the packages of pills and hoped that the
confusion of their lost would cost the day or two needed for them
to "catch". After all, now in, his semen should live for three
days.


Then Pat realized something. The pill was not a sperm killer. The
pill worked by preventing ovulation! Somehow all the girls he had
just fucked who were on the pill had ovulated anyway! Once they
had ovulated, they were as fertile as anyone off the pill. He
could put all the packages back, in fact he should, and he did.
But he did one thing more; he stuck all the pill packages in one
of the lockers. That way they would be all mixed up. If they were
found, it would probably be a day late. That might explain some
of the pregnancies. Confused dates. But what a thing, he had
somehow caused them all to ovulate. Was it a leftover effect of
the wine?

As Pat got dressed his excitement began to wear off and he began
to feel a little nervous and a more than a little guilty. When he
first walked in he had walked in just to gawk at girls, but it
took almost no time before he was sexually violating them, using
his secret knowledge and power to do his best to get them
pregnant. What would he do now, once they found out? Would he
just leave them on their own, twisting in the wind or would he
use his time stop power to help support them somehow?

He genuinely liked most of these girls. The animal inside him had
been in charge when he was fucking and inseminating him, but he
still had a conscience which was most concerned with Mary Ann.
What if she ever found out? He truly loved her, but not so much
that he could probably stop this, it was just too much power to
give up.  But then what did love mean except holding back from
exactly this kind of behavior? Shit.

Pat was in a free period so he hid in a netted storage area where
he could not see but he could hear what was going to go on in the
Girls Locker Room when he started time. He wanted to know to what
degree his activities would be noticed. Pat felt guilty, but not
as guilty as he should have in normal circumstances. But Pat was
not in normal circumstances, he was in unique circumstances, and
in fact, he was even possibly a unique being, and this unique
being was more concerned about being caught than anything else.

"Start."





Look for Part II of Pat's Gifts in upcoming months.












This is my third work of fiction for ASSTR.  It now in its second
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