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.