Time on His Hands
Chapter 4 — Romantic
“My boyfriend is cheating on me.”
It was hardly the response that Henry expected or wanted. When you asked someone how things were going, you expected them to say “good”, or maybe “fine”, or maybe even “not so great”, but just because you asked, it didn’t mean you actually wanted to know.
But he had asked and she had answered and now that she’d answered, it was almost as if he was expected to ask for details. Henry sighed. “Your boyfriend’s been cheating on you,” he asked.
Allison nodded. “He doesn’t think I know but I know.”
Henry knew he was going to hate himself for asking this but he just couldn’t stop himself. “If he doesn’t know that you know, how can you be sure he’s cheating on you?”
“Because Lori told me.”
Henry sighed again. Lori was Julie’s sister. Actually, Henry thought, it would be more appropriate to say that Lori was Julie’s bitchy sister.
Well, bitchy wasn’t quite the right word. At least, it wasn’t the right word anymore. Not since he’d used the watch on her. Now, she seemed to be in an almost constant mood swing. Half the time, she was trying to come on to him and half the time, she was treating him like crap and the worst part about it was from day to day, he never knew which Lori he was going to get.
Julie was the girl he loved or at least, Henry thought, she was. He’d thought she was a nice girl but a girl that was unapproachable for the terminally shy Henry. Still, Henry hadn’t imagined her darker past, not until the watch had showed him that.
And so that left Allison.
Allison was Julie’s neighbor. Okay, that made her Henry’s neighbor, too, but Henry never thought of her that way because Allison hardly ever spent any time at all with him. It was always Julie she hung around with so it had surprised Henry when he’d even bothered to ask her how things were going.
Henry knew he was going to hate himself for doing it but again he had to ask. “How does Lori know?”
“She says she saw him.”
“Saw him doing what?”
“She saw him out with the slut.”
Henry knew he shouldn’t ask it. He could just say nothing, but he also knew he wasn’t going to let it drop. “How did she know the girl was a slut?”
“Are you taking his side,” Allison said in an accusing tone.
“No, I’m not.”
“Yeah, right. You guys—”
“You guys are what? That’s the problem with you women. You assume all guys are alike.”
“You women? Is that what you said. You women? Now who’s being stereotypical?”
Henry backed down. “I’m sorry,” he said.
“You better be, buster.”
“I said I was.”
Allison looked at the man as if deciding whether she should accept his apology. Finally, it seemed, she decided that he was contrite enough. “Well, okay,” she said grudgingly. “That’s better.”
“So he was out with some woman?”
“The slut.”
“Okay, he was out with the slut. So I guess that means he’s not going to be coming around here anymore.”
“You better believe it, only—”
“Only what?”
“Only I still want him.” Allison seemed to have gone from pissed off to sad in just a few moments. “It would be nice if I didn’t but I still do.”
“Well, sometimes we don’t get what we want,” Henry said.
“You see, that’s what’s wrong with you guys. You don’t have any sense of romance.”
That wasn’t true, Henry wanted to say. He could be romantic.
“I still miss him,” Allison said.
Their conversation had ended not long after that and while Allison had gone back to her apartment for a nice long bath, Henry had gone back to his but in the end, Allison’s words still stung. He could be romantic, he kept telling himself. He really could.
And that’s when he started to think of the watch. He’d shoved it in a drawer after its last use because it had shown him something he hadn’t been prepared to see, but maybe this was the time to use it, he told himself. Just because he didn’t wear his heart on his sleeve, that didn’t mean he couldn’t be romantic. Maybe, he told himself. Maybe this was just the sort of thing that the watch was designed for.
Henry pulled the watch out of the drawer and still, he was unsure of it. After what had happened last time, he told himself ... and yet, he was sure he could do this, and in the end, that was what counted. Maybe some good could come from the watch.
First things first though. He needed to know where the boyfriend was. He didn’t know, but Allison did.
He could make her tell him, or rather, the watch could. In fact, he could make her tell him without her ever knowing she’d done it.
But that would mean taking off his clothes and that almost stopped him.
Almost, but not quite. If he didn’t do this, he told himself, then how could the watch ever be used for good. He had to do this so even though he had misgivings about what it was he was about to do, he took off his clothes and he stood in front of the mirror as he pressed the button on the watch.
One moment, he was there and the next moment he wasn’t. It was just the way he’d planned it.
Everything should be moving in slow motion now, the man thought, but Allison should be responsive to his thoughts. All he had to do was go up there and make her tell him where the boyfriend was. She’d never even see him. It was perfect.
It was just moments after he stepped out of his apartment that he realized a fatal flaw in his plan. He was naked which meant he didn’t have a key and the door had locked behind him. He tried the knob and sure enough, he couldn’t get in.
God damn, fucking watch.
He kept shaking the knob to his apartment as if that were going to do anything. It didn’t.
God damn, fucking watch.
All thoughts of getting in Allison’s apartment were abandoned as Henry realized his predicament. The hell with getting in to see her. He had to get in to his own place and he wasn’t sure how long he had to do it. At any moment, the watch might turn off and he’d be visible again and then not only would he be locked out but he’d be naked, too.
God damn, fucking watch.
He couldn’t get in through the front door, he thought but maybe he could get in through the back. Every apartment had a balcony. If only he could get into an adjoining apartment, maybe he could get into his own.
Of course, his neighbors weren’t home. Why would they be? That would have been too easy.
It ended up being Julie’s apartment where his knock finally produced an answer. At least, he was invisible. Well, he was invisible and he was hard. He couldn’t help himself. He knew she couldn’t see him but he was naked in front of her and that was all it took.
Stand aside, his mind ordered, and Julie stood aside without even realizing why she was doing so.
It wasn’t long before he was out on Julie’s balcony. He shook his head. There was no way down to his balcony from hers, he told himself, but maybe from the next one over.
But that was going to mean he was going to have to climb over.
Henry gritted his teeth.
God damn, fucking watch.
Henry was starting to have some very real concerns about his current course of action. Maybe he should just go back in, he told himself and try the neighbors downstairs.
But no. He was going to keep on going and so he did. He climbed over to the adjoining balcony but he almost fell. He definitely didn’t want to do that again.
And that’s when the thought hit him. What if the door on this balcony was locked. Then when the watch stopped working, not only would he be locked out and naked but he’d be trapped on someone else’s balcony.
God damn, fucking watch.
But amazingly, when he tried the door, it opened. Finally, the man thought. Finally, a break.
He was in a woman’s apartment and from what he could tell, there was no sign of a guy. So far, so good, he told himself. And since the apartment was empty, no one was around to see him, even if the invisibility suddenly did wear off. Even better.
He’d almost made it out of the apartment before he realized whose apartment this had to be.
No, he told himself. After all the crap he’d been through ...
But that was just the point, he argued back. After all the crap, he didn’t want to come back empty handed.
But the watch could turn off at any moment ...
Then he should hurry.
This was such a stupid idea, Henry told himself. This was so very dumb.
Still, that thought didn’t stop him from what he was doing. He crept through the apartment towards the place where the girl had to be and the closer he got, the more he thought he could hear noises coming from the bathroom.
Allison was there in the tub, lying back in the water. Her eyes were closed and soapy water created a sheen on her skin that made her whole body glisten but what really got Henry’s attention was what her hand was doing beneath the water.
He’d caught her in mid-moan. He couldn’t really see where her hand was but he had the feeling he could guess and just thinking of where that hand was was making his cock rise.
Her body was moving, of course, but it was moving very slowly.
He shouldn’t, he told himself. He’d only come here for one thing. He should get what he’d come here for and he should leave.
But she wasn’t going to see him, the man thought. She wasn’t going to know what he was doing and besides, what would be the harm. She wouldn’t see him anyway.
He knelt beside her. He’d just cop a feel, he told himself. That was all. Just a feel of her breasts.
He leaned in closer and then he was reaching in. His hand was almost there. He was so close.
And suddenly, sparks leapt from his hand, or was it from her tits. Henry wasn’t sure which but suddenly his hand and her breast were bathed in arcing blue lights as jolts of electricity moved back and forth between him and the girl.
Henry fell back. It was as much the shock of it as it was anything else. His hand still seemed to tingle with the electricity that had danced upon his skin and that was when he realized that in a matter of moments, the girl had sat straight up in the tub. She was looking down at herself and a hand was fondling her obviously aching breast.
She’d moved quickly but she was back to moving in slow motion again. Whatever it was that had caused her to sit up, whatever that was was gone.
Henry pulled himself to his feet and then he was staggering back. He had to get away, he told himself. Whatever had happened, he had to get away.
It was only after Henry let himself back into the hallway that he realized he still didn’t have a way to get into his apartment but he didn’t care. The most important thing was to get away.
As luck would have it, he ran into a neighbor who lived next door to him. Whatever had happened to him hadn’t prevented him from being able to influence her mind and moments later, she was letting him into her apartment, even if she didn’t realize just what exactly what it was she was doing.
From there, Henry was able to climb across to his own balcony and finally, he was able to let himself into his own apartment.
He shut off the watch and then he sat down on the couch. There was a part of him that was amazed he’d ever been able to make it back inside, much less having done it without being detected. Whatever had happened to him, it was certainly one hell of an adventure and it was an adventure he hoped he wasn’t going to repeat again.
He was still sitting naked on his couch when the knock at his door suddenly jolted him back to reality.
The man looked at the door and then he looked down at himself. He could hardly answer the door as he now was, and yet even as he sat there, there came another knock at the door, this time harder and more insistent.
He still wasn’t going to answer the door until the knocking came again. Whoever it was, it seemed, that person just wasn’t going to leave him alone.
“I’m coming,” the man yelled out. “I’m coming,” he yelled again even as he went back into his bedroom to find some clothes to wear.
He was coming out of his bedroom when there was knocking again at his door.
Henry raced to the door and then he snatched it open and there in front of him was the girl, Allison, her eyes almost frantic and seemingly ready to knock on his door yet again if she had to. “Allison,” the man said. “What are you doing here?”
“I had to see you,” the woman cried out.
“You had to see me,” the man asked. “You had to see me why?”
The girl seemed to act as if that was the first time that that thought had ever occurred to her. “I don’t know,” she said. “I just had to see you.”
“Why?”
“I had to ... I had to see you.”
Henry was sure she’d been about to say something else but something had stopped her. Still, he wasn’t going to press the issue. “Well, you’ve seen me,” the man said. “Is there anything else?”
“No, I mean yes.”
“No, you mean yes. What’s that supposed to mean?”
“I had to come here and tell you where my boyfriend lives.”
“You had to come and tell me where your boyfriend lives,” Henry said. “Why’s that?”
“I ... I don’t know. I just did. I was going to go over there this evening. I think I wanted to have it out with him once and for all.”
“That sounds like a good idea,” Henry said. “When would you do this?”
“About eight,” the girl said. “Is that too late?”
“No. Eight o’clock is just fine. Is there anything else?”
The woman said nothing.
“Is there anything else,” the man asked again.
“Yeah,” the girl said.
“Yeah, what?”
“I wanted to show you this,” the girl said and with that, she lifted her to flash her tits at the man. “Can you touch them,” she pleaded. “Can you touch them please.”
For a moment, it was as if Henry seemed not to hear her at all. He just stood there and stared at the girl.
“Come on,” she pleaded. “I want to do it. Touch me, please.”
And still, Henry stood there until slowly his hand started to move and then he was lifting it up and he was caressing her tit and even as he did, he felt a jolt seem to go through his hand and into the girl’s breast.
The girl moaned as she pressed herself against the man’s hand. “I knew it was you,” she moaned. “I just knew it,” and with that, she pulled herself away and pushed her top down and then she turned and walked away.
Henry couldn’t help but wonder what that was all about, but wondering did nothing to offer any solutions.
The address Allison had given him was on Hanover Street. It wasn’t hard to find, but when Henry knocked on the door, a girl answered.
Henry was confused. “I’m sorry,” he said. “I was looking for Gregory Davis.”
“Yeah sure,” the woman said. “Greg? There’s someone here to see you.”
So this was the slut, Henry thought. Kind of obvious, he supposed. After all, she was kind of pretty and Henry couldn’t help but get the feeling that the girl was perfectly comfortable here.
Henry was starting to have some misgivings about what it was he had in mind. On the way over, it had seemed simple. Come over here and tell Greg he needed to dump the slut. Come over here and tell Greg he should be more into Allison, come over here and tell Greg that he should treat Allison nicer, and then when Allison arrived, everything would be back the way it was supposed to be.
What he hadn’t counted on was having the other woman there. What the hell was he going to do with her?
But his main concern was the guy. He came to the door of the apartment and he looked at Henry. “Something I can do for you, bud,” the man asked.
This was it, Henry told himself. It was now or never. He had the watch in his hand. All he had to do was press the button.
So he did.
Everything stopped. The guy in the doorway. The girl in the apartment. Everything.
Did he really want to patch things up? Moments before, he would have said yes, but the girl looked happy here and Henry was starting to think there was another way. Was it really fair to her if he broke things up.
And the guy was still going to be a sleazeball. If he broke things up, what was to stop the guy from going out and getting another girl and doing exactly the same thing with her.
And maybe Allison didn’t really want him back. What if what she really wanted was to find a way to set herself free.
All these things passed through Henry’s mind in a matter of moments which left him coming back to the original question. What was he going to do?
In a matter of moments, Henry had a new plan. You want to get your cock sucked, he thought at the man, and you want her to do it and you want me to see it.
Henry let go of the button on the watch and once more, time started to roll.
The man looked over his shoulder at the woman in the apartment and then he turned back towards Henry. “Hey, buddy,” he said conspiratorially. “You want to see something?”
“I guess.”
“Come on,” the man said as he held the door open. “I’ll show you something.”
Henry stepped into the apartment.
“You know what,” the man said in a loud voice that the woman could clearly here, “you know, I was just thinking. Wouldn’t it be nice if there was someone here who could suck my cock.”
The girl’s head popped up as she looked back at the man. “You talking about me,” she asked.
“Well of course I’m talking about you,” the man said. “I’m not talking about ... about ...” It was clear the man was trying to remember what Henry’s name was, but he just couldn’t. “I’m not talking about my friend here. I don’t go that way, you know.”
“So I’ll bet you think I’m just going to come on over there and suck your cock for you.”
“That’s exactly what I think.”
The girl grinned as she approached the man. “Well you know what,” she said. “It looks like you’re in luck because I think I want to suck your cock, too.”
The man looked over at Henry. “See,” he said. “What’d I tell ya?”
Henry nodded.
“Well if you’re going to be that way ...”
“Oh come on. You know you like it. You always have been such a tease.”
“But we have a guest.”
“And I’m sure he wants to see it, so what do you say?”
The girl seemed to be softening. “Well, I don’t know,” she said hesitantly.
“Come on. You know you want to do it.”
“Okay,” and with that, the girl dropped to her knees, and took out the man’s cock and within moments she was sucking on his cock with unrestrained gusto.
Henry was amazed. When he’d come over here, he hadn’t intended to find himself standing around watching some guy get his cock sucked and yet here he was. Just how the hell had that happened, he wondered.
There wasn’t an answer, of course. There never was, and yet, Henry couldn’t help but stand around and watch.
He didn’t hear the key in the lock and he didn’t see the door open. In fact, he only realized that someone else was in the apartment when he heard Allison cry out. “Greg, how could you,” his neighbor cried. “That’s your sister.”
Greg sputtered away at the sudden appearance of his girlfriend even as the girl on her knees continued to suck his cock.
“When Lori told me you were fooling around with another woman, I didn’t want to believe it, but then I thought, why should I take her word for it. I thought why not come over here and see more myself. I figured I owed it to you, so I came over here and I find this!”
“Allison, wait.”
“Wait for what, Greg. Are you going to tell me that it’s not what it looks like? Are you going to tell me that your sister’s not really sucking your cock?”
“No, but—”
Henry had heard enough. The amazing thing was as caught up as she was in what was happening in front of her, it seemed as if Allison hadn’t even noticed him standing there, but all that would change soon enough, unless ...
Henry pressed the button on the watch and everything froze.
This sucked, the man thought. All he’d wanted to do was to help out. Let Allison come over and find her boyfriend fucking some girl and then she’d be able to move on. Hell, it had worked with Julie and her boyfriend. Why shouldn’t it have worked here.
And what the hell was the guy’s sister doing here. It was supposed to be a girlfriend, not a sister.
So how the hell was he going to fix this?
He looked at the girl there on her knees with her brother’s dick in her mouth. That was going to have to stop right away and something was going to have to be done about Allison.
It would be nice if he knew the truth, Henry thought. It would be nice if he knew whether the guy had really been fooling around or if that information was wrong, too, and that’s when Henry started to grin. He could fix this, he thought. The first thing to do was to let time resume its normal flow.
Everything started to move again. Allison was still enraged at her boyfriend and her boyfriend’s sister was still on her knees and the guy was still getting his cock sucked.
The boyfriend groaned as he looked at his girlfriend. “Oh geez,” he moaned. “You know how it is, Allie.”
“How what is,” the girlfriend spluttered.
“You see a hot girl,” the man said, “and you just can’t help yourself.”
“Greg, she’s your sister.”
“I know.”
“God damn it, Greg. Your sister’s sucking your cock. Make her stop.”
The sister pulled back if only for a moment. “But I don’t want to stop,” she said.
“God damn it, Greg. Make her stop.”
“But Allie—”
“God damn it, Greg. Have you been seeing other girls?”
This was it, Henry knew. This was what he’d wanted Allie ask, and now all that remained was to see how he answered it. He should be compelled to tell the truth.
“Not a lot,” Greg said.
“Not a lot,” Allie raged. “Do you realize how bad that is? It’s like saying you’re a little pregnant. Even one other girl is one too many. And I’ll bet you’ve been fucking them, too, just like me and your sister.”
Whoa, Henry thought. He hadn’t told her to ask that.
“I didn’t fuck them all,” Greg said.
“How many, Greg? How many did you fuck?”
The man groaned as his sister continued to suck his cock. “Just the one,” the man said, “but Lori said there was no way you’d ever find out.”
Henry’d heard enough. It was time to put a stop to this. He pressed the button on the watch one last time.
Once again, everything froze.
Henry already knew what he wanted. He’d already been there long enough and he felt dirty enough doing what he’d done and seeing what he saw. He’d simply plant his suggestions and go and it wasn’t hard for his mind to tell each one of them what he wanted them to do. After that, it was merely a matter of stepping out in the hallway, closing the door behind him, and letting time once more resume its normal flow.
Inside the apartment, Allison was telling the sister to stop what she was doing.
The girl stopped if only for a moment. “I can’t,” she said. “I have to suck,” and then once more, her mouth was on the man’s dick.
“Show a little backbone.”
“I can’t.”
But even as she was saying it, Greg’s cock had become more and more flaccid. “It doesn’t appear like your brother wants you to do it, either.”
The sister didn’t want to admit it. She kept trying to suck her brother’s still weakening cock.
“Pathetic,” Allison said with a shake of her head. “Both of you. Pathetic.”
And still, the sister was trying to get her brother hard again.
“You want to suck on something,” Allison said. “I’ll give you something to suck on.”
It was as if the sister was only just realizing what the other woman was saying. “What,” she asked.
“Well,” Allison said even as she opened her jeans, “I thought maybe you could help me with this.”
The sister watched as Allison pushed her jeans down and then followed them with her panties.
“Actually,” Allison said, “if you want to get right down to it, I’m looking for more licking than sucking. What do you say? Are you up for it?”
The sister looked back at Allison and then she looked back at her brother.
“What are you looking at him for,” Allison interrupted. “Can’t you make up your mind for yourself.”
The sister looked back at Allison and then she grinned a shy, little grin and almost before anyone knew what was happening, she was sliding between Allison’s legs.
“Oooh, you do know what to do.”
“I’ve never done it before,” the sister whispered moments before her face disappeared between the other girl’s legs.
Allison moaned as the other girl’s tongue quickly found her clit. “Oh geez,” she moaned. “You could have fooled me.”
For his part, Greg could do nothing but sit there and watch as his sister ate his girlfriend out and even as he did, he could feel his cock getting hard again.
“Oh geez,” Allison moaned. “Oh geez. You might not have done this before, but you’re a natural. Did you know that?”
The sister didn’t know and she didn’t care. All that really mattered was licking that pussy.
Greg was hard again. He wasn’t sure how he knew but he couldn’t get hard if a girl’s pussy was anywhere near his cock, but if he could watch two girls get themselves off, well that would be hot.
“I think he likes it,” Allison said.
“Huh?”
Allison nodded at Greg. “Your brother,” she said. “I think he likes watching you lick my pussy.”
The girl looked back at her brother and then she looked back at Allison. “I don’t care about him,” she said. “I just want to make you cum,” and then as if to make sure Allison really believed what she was saying, she once more let her tongue slide in between the other girl’s legs.
Allison didn’t really need any convincing and even if she had, well the other woman’s tongue most definitely did that. Oh yeah, Allison thought as that tongue mad her cum. Oh yeah. She was definitely convinced.
Henry didn’t have to be there to see what had happened because he already knew. Hell, he knew because he’d caused it to happen, and okay, Henry had to admit to himself, that might not have been romantic, but one thing was sure. That sure was one hell of a lot of fun.