A snap of the fingers and everything freezes. The whole universe under your control. Or, at least the earth. Maybe more. Who knows? Who cares. You control time. Now, of course you could use that to help people. Sometimes you do. But not today. Today, you are looking to have some fun. It's always amusing screwing with people when they are frozen, then watching their reactions.
So many people! Who to choose. That's a pretty one. A young blonde. Probably a freshman by the amount of work she has put into making herself look pretty. And pretty she is... You stand in front of her. She is short, barely over 5 feet tall. She has a low cut blouse and a short skirt. She is in mid-stride. You crouch down and look up the skirt at her crotch. She's wearing a pair of lacy underwear. Reaching an arm up you run a finger along the front of the panties, over what covers her labia. Just a small touch.
You remove yourself from the situation carefully, returning to exactly where you were when time froze. Then with a firm thought you bring time back. Everything lurches back into motion. The girl you touched yelps and stumbles, wheeling around to try to find who violated her. Her friend looks confused and the two talk for a minute. The one you touched looks nervously around then shakes her head. The pair continue to walk. You follow, at a good distance. Yes. This will be fun. You round a corner out of site and make yourself invisible. It's easier than moving back and forth to the location you froze time at. This way you can pause and un-pause without worrying about onlookers noticing odd movements by you.
You jog to catch up with the two freshmen. Of course, no one can hear your passing or see your movements. You catch up and walk unnoticed next to them. They are talking about classes. A dance class in particular. You stop time again.
The other one is cute too... more your type really, a black haired beauty with a nose ring. In fact... you think you will change targets... The pair splits off, the blond going one way and your raven beauty going another. She is wearing tight fitting black jeans and a pattered black and white blouse.
You follow her to Mayworthy Hall. A chemistry building. Into a class she goes, and in invisible you follows. It's a lab class. Boring teacher; the usual. She's sitting in the back, head down on the desk on top of her crossed arms. Bored vacant expression on her face.
Snap. Time stops. You approach closer and take a better look. You can't see down her shirt as her crossed arms are covering her cleavage. However. As she slumps in her seat her pants sag down, showing the top of a black thong.
You trace a hand down her back, feeling the clasps of her bra under your hands. Her shirt is soft, like silk, and her skin beneath is pale and beautiful. You step back and release time. She jolts upright, a hand going to her back. She lowers her head a bit and looks around conspiratorially. No one seems to see her do this, and after a moment she slowly lowers herself back down, eyes looking around with mild concern. You stop time again as she lays back on her arms.
You step up to her again and grin. Carefully, you reach forward and unclasp her bra through her shirt, trying your best not to touch her skin. Step back. Unpause. You can see through her shirt the back of the bra fall. She jerks a bit as she no doubt feels the bra come undone. Looking around she casually puts her arms up the back of her shirt and re-latches the bra. As she does so you get a full view of her back. It is an almost ivory white. Her waist is thin and beautiful. You let time go, and watch her through class.
As class ends she bends over at the hips to pick up her backpack. She is the last to leave, as the teacher kept her late, talking about missed assignments. Not even the teacher is still there, as he left while she was still packing. So it's just her and you. She is bent over fully, and her thong is showing as her black pants form around her shapely butt. Enough teasing. It's time to act.