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The Perfect Girl

By: scorpio20



Many thanks to Kirk2004 for editing my piece. I owe its completion to him.

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Stop it! I scolded myself. I was doing it again, and not so subtly either. But you really couldn't blame me. The sight I was staring at would provoke anyone's undivided attention. Across the room sat Anna - Anna Green. I gazed at the other girl following her golden ringlets down her long neck, over her shoulders, and resting comfortably on her chest. Her face was cherubic - round, white, and feminine.

She rose out of her seat and walked towards the door. I watched her backside as she turned away from me. It was rumored that she was a model and that did not surprise me. Her legs were long and lean, yet her ass was round and tight. I had to be careful; I hadn't come out yet, and I wondered if the blush of my cheeks would give me away. Her body was really a work of art; I traced the seams of her jeans from her ankles up to her thighs, and then the intricate detailing on each back pocket. I felt my breathing quicken.

"If only she wore more revealing shirts," I thought to myself. "I'd never pay any attention in history."

Today was special, though. It was Anna's eighteenth birthday. I was not too close with the vixen, but decided it was appropriate to get her a gift. 

Unfortunately, I am not so selfless. My motivation was purely intrinsic. I had hoped that because of the present, I might get physically and emotionally closer to Anna. 

As the bell sounded, I exclaimed, "Hey Anna, wait!" 

The blonde slowly turned around, her hair twirling and then resting back on her flat stomach. I reached forward, near trembling, and handed her the little blue box.

"You got me something from Tiffany's, Laura?" Anna exclaimed in shock. "This is simply too much." 

With that she stepped forward, grasping me with her long delicate arms. She came so close, her breasts were pressing against the upper part of mine. Taken aback, I hesitated before returning the hug. It lasted a long time. A little longer then it should have. 

Anna drew back slowly staring into my eyes.

"Thank you," she told me sincerely, leaning foreword and gently pressed her soft, full lips to my cheek. 

She pulled away, taking my hand into her slender one. With her other hand, she reached into her pocket, pulling out a black pen. I flinched as she transcribed her address, 57 James Way, on the back of my hand.

"Come over around 9, okay?"

"Sure," I stammered in response. "I'll be there"

Always punctual, I arrived at 8:58. There were no other cars there, but I guess people were running late. I knocked on her tall oak front door. I heard a scampering down the steps, the metallic turning of a lock, and the creak of the old door being heaved open. 

There she stood, clad in only her bathrobe, her wavy blonde hair glistening with water. She leaned across the threshold, and gently kissed my cheek again, lingering and soft. I saw her smile, her breath condensing as it rose upwards. Despite the cold, I instantly felt warm. I was distracted by the heat growing between my legs. A fire was ignited.

"Thanks for coming, Laura. I'm really glad you made it."

"Oh, Anna, I'm so glad you invited me," I said, my eyes betraying me and drinking in her beauty.

"I'm so sorry. I just got out of the shower! Please come in and help yourself to a drink in the kitchen while I get dressed."

"No need to apologize. I'm just glad I can help you celebrate your birthday," I responded.

With that, she turned and scampered up the steps. 

I followed her ass, sashaying back and forth in her robe all the way up the stairs before I had enough sense to close the door behind me. I was legal, but under 21, I decided a drink would be appropriate now, so my nerves wouldn't get the best of me. What was I doing here? Alone. Was it obvious that I had sexual feelings for her? Why did she kiss me? "Calm down, Laura." I chastised myself. 

I walked pass the foyer into the kitchen. It was homey yet elegant; much like Anna herself. Thinking of her, I let my hand graze over my left breast, instantly arousing my aching nipple. I opened the fridge to find a tall bottle of champagne. I searched through her cabinets until I found the glasses. I poured two, not knowing where the other guests were.

"Hey there," she purred. 

I turned around, a glass of champagne in my outstretched arm. I nearly dropped it. Anna was leaning against the doorway; her damp wavy tresses reflected the light like gold. The form fitting low cut black dress hugged her lithe body. I stared at the curvature of her upper breasts. Nestled between them was the necklace I got her, a simple silver teardrop.

"Beautiful," I murmured.

"I love it!" she replied clutching the silver.

I decided to be bold, daring. 

"I…I wasn't talking about the necklace," I replied.

I saw her radiant smile flash. Then she regained her complete composure. She stepped towards me.

"You think I'm beautiful," Anna whispered.

Gaining confidence, I replied, "Oh come on, you know you're gorgeous."

She stepped closer to me, pinning me back against the couch. I sat down.

"I know I'm gorgeous, Laura…" She straddled me. "I just like it when you say it."

With that she cupped my face, bringing her soft, full mouth to mine. Her plump bubblegum lips sucked gently on my own. I slowly navigated my hands down her slender back to grab her ass. She then quickly bit my lower lip, resulting in a pulse of affection, which I translated into squeezing her ass cheeks. 

She giggled against me. Feeling dominant, I lifted her and lay her down on the couch. I briefly paused, her glowing skin, her blonde locks nearly reaching the floor. I then leaned forward, dodging her pursed lips. 

I brought my mouth to her ear.

"Take off your dress," I hissed. 

I then took her earlobe in my mouth and bit it. Anna cooed as she sat up. In one swift motion, the black dress was in a crumpled heap beside me, and she was left in only a teardrop necklace. I couldn't take in her beauty all at once. It was a sensory overload.

"God, you are beautiful," I said feeling a wetness below.

From her long, unblemished legs, to her taught abdominal muscles and twinkling naval piercing to her pert breasts and tiny coffee areoles with nipples the same color as her bubblegum lips, I was mentally at a loss. She was perfect, a Venus in a world of mere mortals.

She hesitantly smiled at me, searching my face for a sign of expression.

I leaned forward towards her ear and whispered, "You're perfect, Anna, perfect." 

I then slid my left hand down her abdomen to lean firmly on her upper abs. I felt a quiver run down her body. I played with her earlobe, nibbling, licking, and sucking. I kissed a hot trail down her neck to her collarbone. 

Anna groaned. I felt her move one arm to the junction of her legs.  I beamed inwardly and continued my gentle assault on her body.

As her gasps increased in pitch and frequency, I found her right breast. I rolled her nipple between my thumb and forefinger, watching the sheen of sweat between her luscious orbs. I watched her left bicep pulse as it indirectly manipulated her clit. She was almost there. Her whole body was glistening and heaving. Her ribs formed a staccato against my hand.

Suddenly she wrenched my head toward her, smashing my lips against her own as her climax began. Anna screamed into my mouth as she rode her wave of ecstasy. Her whole body quaked beneath me.

She rested her head against my shoulder as she regained her composure. I absent-mindedly fondled her hair.

"No one else was coming, were they?" I finally asked.

"I got all I wanted for my birthday from you, Laura." She replied.

I beamed. 

"But now it is my turn to return the favor."

I couldn't let her do this. "I don't want you to do this as a payback," I respond, unsuccessfully conveying my sorrow.

She leaned forward, her face centimeters from mine. "I know how much you enjoy aesthetically pleasing vistas," she whispered. "How is a visual of my naked body lapping at your dripping pussy?" 

With that I was sold.

"Get naked," she slyly commanded.

I fumbled with my sweater and jeans. Nervous anticipation made my hands quiver. Anna must have sensed my hesitation, because I felt arms tug upwards on the arms of my sweater. It was almost off; the collar was resting on my nose when her assistance stopped.

I then felt wet lips pressing against my own. I could see nothing, just feel her tongue caressing my own. I then felt hands clawing at my bra straps. I moved to help her.

"You move, I stop," Anna growled.

I was motionless as she planted hot kisses down my exposed neck, shoulders, and breasts. I felt my left nipple being engulfed in a warm velvet tunnel. With every flick of her tongue, my cunt dripped in anticipation. I groaned with pleasure.

She giggled as she lovingly assaulted my body. I was powerless against her touch, incapable of seeing her figure against my own.

"Let me see," I pleaded.

"Only if you take off your pants," she responded.

I unclasped the button and slid down the zipper. Then I felt the sweater being lifted over my eyes. I blinked to see her two luscious tits in front of me. I couldn't help but lean in and lick one nipple.

She smiled as I felt her warm arms encircle my neck. I simply couldn't get enough of her lips. They were wet electricity, and my pussy was burning with passion. Anna kneeled down to the floor, raking her pink fingernails gently down my abdomen. I quivered, red with anticipation and desire.

I felt her cold white teeth nibble at the side of my leg. A string of my black thong was trapped in her mouth. She smiled as she slid it down the rest of my body, tossing it aside with a devilish grin.

"You are so hot!" I gasped.

"Shut up and sit down," she replied, her smug smile dictating my every move. I fell back to the couch, her arms prying my thighs apart. I bucked my hips forward, begging for the attention of her tongue. 

And there it was. A tentative lick down my slit. It really was a beautiful sight, a nude goddess holding her golden mane back, her porcelain skin, and candy-colored lips on my most sensitive region. Anna then delved her tongue deeper. She was in my inner folds. She must have tasted my cum by now. She laughed as I yelped with pleasure.

Suddenly she stopped. The warm sensation was gone; I was left cold and vacant. Then I felt a cold liquid drip from my mons, past my clit, and down to my asshole. My eyes flashed, to watch her bite her lip as she emptied the contents of the champagne glass on my cunt.

Before I could open my mouth, hers was all over me. She licked, sucked, kissed, and then the waves began. Wet, rolling, and crashing, I must have been howling with pleasure. All I saw was Anna expertly maneuvering between my thighs. She continued lapping up what she had created until I was too sensitive to let her continue. I drew her jaw up towards mine. She pushed my hand away and kissed gently, teasing my lips with hers. 

We continued our grazing as she slowly dressed me. As she pushed me towards the door, I couldn't get enough of her lips. I reluctantly turned and jumped down the three steps into the rain. She rested seductively on the doorframe, still flushed. 

"Can I call you tomorrow?" I asked her.

"You could call me tonight," responded my temptress.

And I did just that.


The Perfect Girl



SS30: "Twice Upon A Time—The Perfect Girl" 

*** 

Well, after all the sequels I just got through with, it was time for an original story or two. So here's a romantic fantasy with a new lead character and a new storyline, but co-starring the same magical princess from my earlier fairy-tale, "Once Upon A Time Warp." And even though there's a bit of time travel going on here as well, its (this story's time travel's) significance pales in comparison to the other's (to the time travel in "Once Upon A Time Warp"). So that being said, this story's full title is "Twice Upon A Time: The Perfect Girl." Hope you enjoy it. 

*** 

July 17th, 8:32 p.m. 

"So you know, I grew up right here! My parents have had the same house for thirty years, and I got my own place around, uh...guess it would've been...what, 2009? Anyway, it's a great place. Just twenty-minutes or so away from my folks. How 'bout you?" 

"Oh, well, I...was born in Texas, then my family and I moved up here when I was 17." 

"Really? Wow! Nice. Y'know, I've always wanted to visit Texas. Then again, I've always wanted to visit a lot of places. 'Dya like it?" 

"It was okay. Austin's nice." 

"Oh, Austin. Is that the part of Texas you guys're from?" 

"No." 

"...Oh." 

26-year-old Danny Kilmer was on a date with a girl close to his age named Natalie. Danny'd decided to take her to a fancy Irish restaurant called Madigan's, on the west side of town. He'd never been here before, which was precisely why he wanted to try it. He was having a good time, but Natalie, not so much. She'd also never been before, and that was exactly why she didn't want to try it. Natalie was normally a little more inclined to go with the already familiar, whereas Danny loved opportunities to try new, different things. Natalie was a pretty lady, but Danny seemed to be having a little trouble getting her to open up. Their conversation was a bit like the very first Wright brothers' airplane prototype: it couldn't seem to get off the ground. 

Danny had a very patient Monte Christo on his plate with at least three quarters left to go. Natalie, on the other hand, was tearing with pretty decent speed through her half-size chef salad. Logical, as Danny was throwing out virtually everything he had in the way of conversation, and Natalie was a bit eager to just get the date over with. 

Fast running out of topics and trying to find more to fill the silence, Danny began looking around the restaurant for inspiration. The place simply screamed Ireland. Everywhere one looked were to be found pieces of artwork, sculpture, and other folds in the architecture of shamrocks, leprechauns, rainbows, pots of gold, horseshoes, beer, and portraits of the homeland with calligraphically typeset words such as "Éire" or "Ádh mór ar na hÉireannaigh." Through the stereo speakers flowed John MacNally's sweet voice. Just about everything the eatery boasted was self-explanatorily green, green, green, and it went without saying that like any self-respecting Irish establishment, the 360° bar was astronomical and stocked to the rafters. Let it simply be known that the socially anxious individual did not wish to be in attendance at any point during the entire third week in March, let alone the big day itself. 

Danny looked back to Natalie. "So, uh, what was your favorite subject in sc—" 

Natalie put away the remainder of the salad. "Look, um..." she said, holding up a hand. "I'm really sorry about this, the last thing I wanna be's rude to you, Danny, thank you for taking me out, really, but, uh..." She stood, slinging her purse around her shoulder, taking a last swig from her mug and tossing some money on the table. "I think I'm gonna have to call it a night and grab a cab." 

"Oh." Danny stood. "Well, I could pay for the cab for you...if you..." 

Natalie knew this was a little awkward, and felt bad about cutting things short. "It's really not necessary. You hardly touched your sandwich, and I wouldn't want you to just let it sit there." 

"They could always just box it up for me." 

"No, no, seriously, I..." Natalie sighed. "I wouldn't want to make you curtail your own dinner on my account. Danny, you're a really sweet guy, and I really do appreciate this. Please don't take this personally; it's-it's not you, it's me. Honest. This just isn't a good night for me. Maybe we can do something like this again sometime. I'll see ya later, okay? Bye-bye, I hope you have a good evening." 

She gave his hand a pat and headed off. Danny was a little disappointed and embarrassed, but he sat back down to continue eating. He liked the scenery of the restaurant, and he could try to find another use for the time until he was done. 

He had a bit of sandwich left before he was full, but it wasn't enough to be worth taking home in a box. He let out a sigh as he returned to his car and started home. He didn't know if Natalie had personal obligations to take care of later tonight or tomorrow, thereby explaining her early departure, or if she was just trying to spare his feelings. What he did know was that Natalie turned out to be the latest in a series of Danny Kilmer dates which were, well, not exactly D.O.A., but led to zero more, suffice it to say. He wasn't sure what, if anything, he was doing wrong—he supposed it was possible it wasn't him, like Natalie'd insisted, but after this many less than successful attempts, somehow he doubted it. 

Danny was a fairly good-looking man with a decent bit to offer. He had light brown hair, blue eyes, a medium build and a 5'10" frame. He was self-employed, owning and operating a newsstand he'd acquired from a previous employer through an unusual set of circumstances. In his spare time he played pickup basketball, did a little artwork in the forms of drawing and painting, and cooked. His favorite TV channel was probably the Food Network. His goal was to learn at least one dish (preferably to serve himself and someone else) native to as many different countries as he could cover. Thus far, his total was seven. Tonight's date at Madigan's had given him an idea for something Irish at which to try his hand, something called colcannon, with cabbage and mashed potatoes. 

But while this remained a mere goal of his, his dream was to actually travel all over the world. Should he find a window, he would be very willing to sell the newsstand and instead join a travel agency. Setting off on random adventures across the globe was quite high on his list of priorities. He really was a fan and advocate of trying all kinds of different, new things, and would jump at the chance to study exotic culture—but he would hasten to add that on these travels he'd insist on taking along a romantic partner. He didn't want to travel on his own. He wanted a woman with a similar thirst for foreign culture. 

So first on his list was meeting a woman before putting any actual travel plans into effect. But there was no rush to do either; he was young, he was saving money, and could study geography in the meantime. Geography and women. 

He viewed women as mysterious, elusive, beautiful and enigmatic creatures. He'd been "studying" them in secret since his late teen years, trying to determine their mutual characteristics and oddities. It wasn't until he entered his 20s when he discovered that despite the vast overlap he'd been led to believe existed, just like men, there was really only one single thing every last woman on the planet had in common...and it began with the letter 'v.' 

Initially excited to get his dating life up and started, he would sooner than later realize that ironically, his dates would tend to go better—and result in a better chance of a repeat performance—in the early stages of his encounters, rather than the later. It seemed the more time went on, the less luck he had thrown his way. When he found this pattern, he tried to go back and remember what, if anything, he might have done—or not done—on his first dates that he wasn't—or was—doing now. 

He had the remainder of his life laid out pretty well: career, hobbies, friends, social life, family, miscellaneous, other...the only thing missing was a lady companion. A lady companion who could stand at his side long-term, that was to say. He'd been on a lot of dates, and had a few flings, but the parallel path of romance somehow always managed to evade him. Finding his female soulmate was harder than he thought it would be. Not that he expected a cakewalk, but... 

He wasn't getting any younger, but he was still in his mid-20s, so he told himself to just take it easy, enjoy life—keep saving his money in the meantime—and should a chance encounter take place, proceed accordingly. The string of not necessarily bad but unsucceeded dates didn't really sour him on the experience. There were literally a billion or three women on Earth; he saw no need to rush. As long as he was himself, he reasoned, if a woman wasn't interested in him, no problem, her loss, just move on. At the same time, he had to admit he was somewhat eager to have someone who could hold his hand through life, with whom to together celebrate the good times and comfort each other through the bad. Besides which, once he did find a woman who wanted to see the world with him, the rest of his dreams could be magically unlocked. 

The more he thought about it, the more it appeared somehow...surreal. As if...he wasn't quite sure how to describe it. As if he could almost see it becoming a reality, but yet at the same time, the sight was blurry and hard to make out. It sure was nice to imagine it really was a reality, he admitted that. Taking things one at a time, meeting a sweet woman to begin with here at home in America, he could imagine embarking on a walk around the pond on a breezy summer day, feeding ducks and geese with bread. A comforting movie on a stormy night. Sharing a banana split at the ice cream parlor. A nap huggled in each other's embrace. 

He often considered just what type of woman he'd like. Each time he thought about it, he came back around to the same "perfect girl," as it were. There was of course no real such thing, but if he were to make a choice, he knew what he would say: a renaissance girl. Just the kind of person fascinated by the unknown, well-rounded, intrigued by arts and other finer things in life, perhaps with a bit of exotic flavor herself. Who, he wished to know, would want to travel the world with someone who'd be bored the entire time? 

Don't worry about it, he told himself. If it's meant to be, you'll meet her when the time's right. 

*** 

July 24th, 9:11 p.m. 

It was Danny's birthday, so his family took him to one of their favorite restaurants, the Cheesecake Factory, to close his 27th year. They served anything and everything, and who didn't love cheesecake for dessert? It was Danny, his mother Violet, his father Simon, and his kid sister Josie. When they were about three-quarters of the way through the meal, Danny knew some of the staff would be coming out with a little treat, singing their semi-unique restaurant birthday song to him, and clapping rhythmically, so he got ready. 

And they did. And the generous-sized piece of cheesecake the waiters brought him was glazed with raspberry sauce and a lit candle. So naturally, his family, along with the waiters and waitresses, ardently urged him to make a wish. 

"Oh, geez, I don't know what to wish for..." he started to chuckle. But they seemed intent on not allowing him to blow out the candle until it at least looked like he'd made a wish. So he engaged in subterfuge, just so he could have his cake and eat it too, closing his eyes for a moment, rolling them in amusement beneath the lids, shrugging casually and rapidly mouthing the words— 

"Okay...I wish all my dreams would come true." Whoosh! 

Cheers and applause of course followed. "Yay!" they harmonized. 

Finally getting to dig in, Danny thought, MMMMM...well, damn; one of 'em just did. This cake's better than sex. 

His only other thought of the night was, Heh! What a silly wish. 

*** 

July 25th, 8:00 a.m. 

Danny normally opened the newsstand at 10:00 in the morning, so as long as his bedtime was reasonable, he didn't really need an alarm clock. But something different gently roused him out of slumber this particular day: a flat, almost in tune female voice. 

"Happy Birthday to you...Happy Birthday to you...Happy Birthday, dear Daniel...Happy Birthday to you." 

Danny blinked himself awake. When he heard the unfamiliar but comely voice singing, he crinkled his eyebrows, not erroneously thinking he was back at his apartment in his own bed. When he looked up to see just that, he noticed who it was serenading him. 

He sat up to see a woman who looked to be in her early- or mid-30s sitting on his bed beside him. He looked at her curiously about the face and eyes for a moment before she unenthusiastically spoke again. 

"'Mornin', kiddo." 

Perplexed, he studied this inexplicably present person up and down. She looked kind of shabbily dressed, in frayed, faded clothes, and a worn, abused purse over her shoulder. She also had a bow and ribbon tied around her frizzy dark hair. Her hair and body were fresh and clean, despite her disheveled-looking clothing and accessories. And she was a pretty thing: she had a pleasing face, with bright eyes a color he couldn't identify, but for the moment he was a bit more concerned with precisely who she was and what she was doing here. She looked back down and returned to her immediate task at hand, filing her nails—pun most certainly intended. 

"Um...'scuse me, ma'am," said Danny. "But, may I ask who exactly you are? And...how exactly you got into my apartment?" 

...And...how you knew it was my birthday? he parenthetically added. 

"Whatever tickles your pickle," the woman replied with a smirk, impishly winking down at his nether-regions, before returning to her fingernails. "The name...is Lindsey, and the entrance, bro..." 

Lindsey had determined at this point in time that flat-out demonstrations of her unusual identity proved more effective and wasted less time than verbal explanations, so she tapped herself with her nail file, grew pixie wings on her back, flapped them, drifted up into the air from his bed, and stayed there, defying gravity for about five seconds. 

"...Is magic," she smiled, feigning genuine enchantment as she floated back down to the floor. She really loved what she did—or rather, who she was—for a living, but the vocation-slash-identity was a bit more rewarding once she and her "children" were on the same page (i.e., once they were convinced she was the real deal). 

For a few moments, the only parts of Danny's body to move were his eyelids, blinking a few dozen times, naturally less than able to comprehend or believe the sight he had just processed. His brain told his eyes they must have gotten and transmitted some bad information, but the eyes informed the brain that they'd indeed slept sufficiently, and that this was no illusion. 

Lindsey told him precisely what she needed to—which had become something of a standard routine for her by this time. "Trust me, dude, I know how freaked y'are right now, and I'll hit the bricks if you want, but as your fairy godmother, I have got something of an obligation to make your dreams come true." 

It went without saying that this was a new one on Danny. He wasn't exactly sure what to say to this. 

She went back to filing her nails. "But, that don't gel with your 'genda, hey, just say the word." 

Silent and motionless for a bit longer, Danny finally gestured with his hand to play for time, and said, "...No, no, it's just...I mean, you could see how someone could find themselves at a loss for words given this...introduction." 

This was the point at which Lindsey always let a little compassion through. She took this opportunity to give him a little more conviction. She put her wings back to work and took to flight again. 

"I know, babe," she nodded, giving her nail file wand a snap with her wrist. A single lilac materialized on his pillow, which occupied his attention for the moment. "Trust me, I've gotten every reaction in the book. Everything from, 'Ohhhhh-kayyyyy'..." 

She waved the wand next in a circular motion and gave Danny's solid, ordinary ceiling a tap, where appeared a solitary dot, which branched out in all directions into a flat, miniature version of the Sistine Chapel. 

"...To, 'Well, what loony bin did you escape from?'..." 

She descended to the floor and tapped herself on the head. Her ratty clothes turned to a beautiful black and white peasant blouse. 

"...To, 'All right, are you crazy or am I?'..." 

She wrist-snapped the wand towards the floor, and from behind the bed, up sprang a brand-newborn Springer Spaniel puppy with a red ribbon around its neck. It hopped on the bed and barked at a naturally mindblown Danny. 

"...To, 'What is this, a hidden camera show? C'mon, what am I, Timmy Turner here?'..." 

At this, Lindsey produced from behind her back an authentic 1950 Disney's Cinderella poster, in mint condition, and placed it on one of Danny's bedroom walls, where it adhered without the aid of pushpins, glue or tape. 

"...To, 'Right; please go away and leave me alone.'" 

With that, she went into a flourish and bowed. 

Danny was unsure whether to applaud, scream or pinch himself. He did none of the above. In fact, he did nothing at all. After a few moments, Lindsey lifted her head from her bowing stance to eyeball his reaction—or lack thereof. 

She shrugged. "Fair enough. Well then, shall we get on with it here?" 

Danny suddenly twitched and blinked several times, as if coming out of a trance. 

"See, I'm...I'm still trying to figure out what you're actually doing here, though," he said to her. 

"Do you not remember your birthday wish you made last night?" 

"Uh..." He chuckled. "Yeah, I, uh...I believe it was, 'I wish all my dreams would come true.'" 

"Brilliant recall," she praised him flatly. "Hence, my presence, kiddo." 

"Yeah, but...wait, let's back up one step," requested Danny. "How'd you know about my wish? Or even that it was my birthday?" 

Lindsey's face grew a bit exasperated. She dug into her purse and yanked out a bent-up periwinkle-colored folder. "Perhaps I lost you," she supposed in her flat voice. "Maybe this'll clear it up." She straightened out the dossier inside and read from it. 

"Daniel Lucas Kilmer...born July 24th, 1987...so and so and so and so and so...here we go—heart set on world travel...with nice girl by side." She returned her gaze to Danny's indescribable countenance. "And then there's some room below for additional notes." 

Danny stood from the bed in alarm. "A'right, how'd you know that?" he desired to know. "And where did that come from?" 

Lindsey gave it to him. "Fairies' Union, kiddo; where else?" she replied as he studied the folder. "Ridic, I know, but honest to God, that's what it's called: the Fairies' Union. Trust me, you don't have to tell me how dumb it is. But, we know everything there." 

Sure enough, there was all the info on him, as well as what looked like a photo of him, but he didn't remember having this taken. 

"Yeah, but, eh..." Danny mumbled in bewilderment, "This is...real life, though. I mean, fairies and stuff...don't really exist." 

Lindsey frowned. She suddenly looked very sad. For a few moments they just stared at each other, the Springer Spaniel puppy prancing between them, putting its paws on them and wagging its tail. Lindsey then turned back to the wall, pulling another flawless Disney poster out of thin air, 1953's Peter Pan, which she placed right beside Cinderella. 




The Perfect Girl



"Ever seen this here—or any of its spin-offs?" she asked. 

"Well, yeah, but...it's fictional," he said matter-of-factly. 

"Oh? Well, let me ask you, then: does this look fictional?" 

Lindsey closed her fingers, swung her arm clockwise and opened the fist underhanded at him, as if pitching a softball. A handful of fairy dust flew out and sprinkled over him. The next thing Danny knew, he was illogically being drawn upwards into the air himself. 

"Hey—whoa!" he exclaimed. He tried to grab onto something to keep himself grounded, but had nothing handy nearby. He put his hands above him to press against his own personal Sistine Chapel just so he didn't bump it with his head. "What is happening??" 

Lindsey levitated beside him. She took one of his hands in hers and interlinked their fingers. 

"Now close your eyes, dude," she said. 

"I'm, uh...I'm a little afraid to." 

Lindsey nodded. "No problem." She turned him to face her, pretending to be seductive, and emotionlessly kissed him. 

Danny's gut reaction was to open his eyes extra wide, but subsequently, the kiss infused him with such a rush, his eyelids dropped and his eyeballs started rolling back. Holding on to him, her wings fluttered like a hummingbird's... 

...As they both vanished into thin air from the bedroom. 

*** 

July 25th, 9:06 a.m. 

Lindsey, back in her ragged outfit, popped her lips off Danny's like a suction cup. Momentarily dizzied, Danny shook off the birds flying around his head and blinked a couple times, realizing they were no longer in his bedroom. Or his apartment, for that matter. 

In fact, he didn't recognize where they were at all. They were outdoors, surrounded by fresh green terrain and a horizon of crystal blue sky full of unique architecture and clean, refreshing air as far as the eye could see. And the temperature felt unseasonably cool. 

He raised a single finger. "Um—" 

"Little place called Winnipeg, Manitoba, babe," she automatically answered. "Just past the border. 500 miles northwest of home." 

The look Danny was giving her could not be described in English (or French-Canadian) words. 

"...You're...kidding." 

"Not at all. Here, I'll prove it to ya." She pointed her wand toward a gentleman and a lady who happened to be walking into one another's paths. As she pointed, suddenly the man turned to the woman. "Excuse me, ma'am, quick question, if I may, please?" 

"Of course, what can I do you for?" 

"Where's Ontario, from where we are right now?" the man asked her. 

Thinking a moment, the woman turned and pointed in the general eastern direction. 

"I'd say abeaut...seven or eight hundred kilometers that way...then a little north. Sohry I can't be more specific than that." 

"Oh, no, no, no, that's way more than helpful," said the man, Lindsey continuing to orchestrate their conversation. "Oh, by the way..." He reached into his wallet and retrieved a small rectangular purple piece of paper. "Do you have change for a ten?" 

The woman went into her own purse. "I...think so, uh...yes! Here you go." She handed him two blue rectangles for the purple. 

"Excellent," said the gent. "Just one more thing, s'il vou plaît. Pretty nice out today, huh? What would you say the temperature is?" 

"Oh, gosh," the woman mused. "Abeaut...what, 20°?" 

Danny's eyebrows jumped. 

"20°??" he repeated, just loud enough for them to overhear. 

They turned to him. "Well, I'm a little cold-blooded," the lady said. "Does it feel more 22-ish to you?" 

Lindsey leaned over to Danny's ear. "68 Fahrenheit," she whispered to his enlightenment. She returned them to their conversation as the man held out his hand to the woman. "Thanks so much, m'good lady, God bless you. Hope you have a wonderful day." 

The woman smiled benevolently back, and both were on their way. Lindsey turned back to Danny. 

"Convinced?" 

*** 

July 25th, 9:32 a.m. 

Lindsey took Danny arm-in-arm until they reached a park where they could sit and work out the details of their adventure. It was a beautiful summer morning, with a few other folks already also hanging out in the park with their friends, partners, children, dogs, breakfast, et cetera. Danny couldn't explain it, but all activity seemed to be taking place...inexplicably sloooooowwwwly. 

"Um...Lindsey, this is really amazing and unbelievable," he said, "But, uh...what's going on? Is everyone on Valium here?" 

"Negative, kiddo. Thing is we're gonna need a disproportionate amount of time to make this worthwhile, so everything's going at half-speed right now." She went into her purse and pulled out a stopwatch. "See? Watch. Pun intended." She activated the analog stopwatch, and Danny's eyes grew in astonishment to see it indeed taking twice as long around its circular motion as normal. 

"Ho-ly smoke..." he breathed. 

"A'right, so, you need a girl," said Lindsey, putting the stopwatch away and reaching under the bench where they sat to produce a laptop. She began to type. "I know we already left America, technically, but way better late than never. So hit me with some details. Tell me what you want, and we'll see if we can whip up your dream-chick for ya. 

"Oh, yeah, and, uh, I apologize in advance for this, buddy boy, but, eh...I'm gonna need to ask ya 'bout five hundred or so questions to effectively sculpt this dolly for ya." 

Danny chuckled awkwardly. "Oh, you mean, like, uh, five hundred figuratively, right?" 

Lindsey shook her head. "Nuh-uh." 

"...Oh." 

*** 

July 25th, 12:32 p.m. 

What would normally have been six hours later, Lindsey was still typing, the laptop on her left thigh, creating Danny's dream-girl, Danny lying on his side on the bench using her right thigh as a pillow, all but unconscious. Finally, Lindsey reproduced her stopwatch, deactivated it, time returned to normal speed, and she piped back up again. 

"All righty, buddy, almost all done," she said, giving his shoulder a pat awake. 

Danny stirred. "Huh?" 

"Might wanna sit up, Daniel. I've almost narrowed it down completely to find your perfect lassie. Besides which, uh, this might be a good time to tell you this...no one can see or hear me but you. So...pretty much, to everyone else in this park, looks like you've been sleeping on the park bench by yourself for three hours." 

Danny looked back and forth around the park as he processed this, indeed seeing folks staring at him. 

"I-...I'm good! I'm good," he called out to them, prompting his fellow parkgoers to go back about their business. "Thanks for telling me that," he muttered to Lindsey with a modicum of sarcasm. 

"No troubles, bubbles," she answered flatly, as if he was sincere. "All right, sorry she doesn't have any clothes on, but here she is." 

Danny turned to the laptop monitor to see a picture of what was very possibly the most beautiful, loveliest girl he'd ever seen. She was nude, but at the zoom Lindsey was using, he could see her just down to the waist. She had dark hair that cascaded in waves over itself, wispy bangs, fair porcelain skin that looked about as soft as a baby, gently arching eyebrows, mesmerizing teal half-moon eyes, a petite button nose, lovely smiling rosy lips, round blushy cheeks framing her delighted smile, a neck that just begged to be kissed, shoulders and arms which told him they just wanted to reach out and hug him, and a pair of perky yet modest spherical breasts that made him want to hug her to press her body snugly against him. He didn't even need to ask Lindsey to scroll down and show him her bottom half. Her image alone was so captivating, Danny eventually had to shut his mouth just to keep saliva from dribbling out. 

And it was not just her remarkable pulchritude that so enticed him. The glow in her expression held a realm of wonder, spirit, beatification, and generosity. She could let this image do all the talking for her. Just by looking at her, Danny could tell that like he, she had a wealth of love inside her she was just dying to be able to give, and a mutual thirst for all the world had to offer. 

"Oh my God," Danny murmured, "She's...she's perfect." 

Lindsey modestly blew on her nails and polished them up on her dress. "'S why they pay me the big bucks, kiddo." 

"Kinda wish she was actually...y'know, real, though." 

"Daniel, lad, you say the word, she's every iota as real as you. Just give her a name, some contact info, personal ID, boom." 

"Oh, uh...okay," Danny thought. "Gosh, so we really can just name her absolutely anything we want, huh?..." He continued thinking. "Geez, I...I dunno if I can pick a name. There're just so many good ones." 

"I could do it for you if you want." 

He shrugged. "Okay, why not? I certainly trust you this far, god-Mom." 

Lindsey typed a bit more and turned back to him. "A'right, babe. Her name's Charlotte. Native of Auckland, New Zealand." 

"...Why New Zealand?" 

Lindsey suddenly looked away and turned wistful. 

"Oh...no reason," she muttered lifelessly. 

Danny looked at her with a bit of concern. "Lindsey, what's the matter?" 

Lindsey had abruptly turned very solemn and depressed. "Nothing," she insisted, evasively forcing back a tear. 

Danny arched his eyebrows. It clearly was not nothing if she was trying to hold back from crying. What happened all of a sudden? 

"You're not all right," he commented. 

"Yes, I am," she argued. 

"No, you're not." 

Lindsey sighed, momentarily shutting the laptop. "Okay, fine," she resigned, actually showing real emotion for the first time. "I always go back to New Zealand whenever I get the chance, 'cause it's my favorite place in the world. And it's a beautiful land. And, as fairy godmothers, we don't exactly get vacation time. There's no shortage of people who want their wishes and dreams to come true. 

"Anyways...about fifteen or something years ago, I had one of my first assignments—it was a guy in Auckland. I won't say his name, but, he, uh...well..." 

Danny could tell this was difficult for Lindsey to talk about. 

"...He asked me to have sex with him. And, y'know, when someone wishes for that, we can't exactly say no...so I did it." 

Danny's mouth dropped open. "That's awful!" he said. 

"Well, thanks, Daniel, I really appreciate that...but the sex part wasn't really that awful, though. It felt good, and...well, I'm other-worldly, and so I don't have to worry about any of the negative consequences. So, neither did he. The problem was, though...um..." 

Lindsey's breath caught in her throat. She swallowed and cleared it. 

"I screwed up, Daniel. I was inexperienced, and I didn't know how to handle things just yet...and I let my guard down. And I allowed myself to get emotionally attached. I let myself fall in love with him. Big fairy godmother no-no." 

"Oh...gotcha. And...let me guess, he ended up with someone else?" 

Lindsey shook her head. "No, actually, he...died." 

Danny's eyes widened. "WHOA. How did that happen?" 

"Hit by a car." 

"Oh my God! But...couldn't you have saved him?" 

"No. 'Cause he didn't wish for it. He couldn't; he was killed on the spot. And, I, uh...I got my heart broken. Believe me, Daniel, nothing would've made me happier, but...there's our weakness. We can't help our godchildren unless they ask. They have to wish for something like that to happen in order for us to be able to make it happen." 

Danny shook his head. "I'm so sorry," he told her sincerely, taking her hand and linking their fingers. "That's a horrible story." 

She felt the comfort of his tender contact, and gave his hand a loving squeeze. But then she let it go and dropped her face into hers. 

"Daniel...um...I shouldn't have done that. I just screwed up again. Please forget I told you that story." 

"Why?" 

"'Cause it's a breach. It's like our equivalent of transference. We can't get emotionally involved with our godchildren for the same reason therapists can't with their patients. Someone could get hurt. And, in my case, did." 

"Gosh, I'm sorry, Linds. But I have a question. That has to be a terrible memory. How could it be your favorite place in the world?" 

"Well, it was, you're right, it was a tragic memory," she acquiesced. "But our magic does allow us to obey our own whims...to a point. But at the same time, we also can't influence our own feelings and free will. Like for example, if we want an ice cream cone, boom, no problem. But if we wanna be in love when we're really not, or wanna like something we really just don't, no dice. So for myself, I just turned that sad memory into a happier one. And even though I made the memory happy, it's still bittersweet. I could only make it happy to a certain degree; I couldn't unbreak my heart. It's really complicated; I don't expect you to understand. And besides, like I said, I shouldn't have told you all that. You aren't supposed to know things like that about me." 

"Well, I...I don't mind," he said. "And I won't tell anyone. Heck," he added with a shrug and chuckle, "Who'd believe me anyway?" 

She worked up a sweet smile for him. 

"Thank you, buddy," she said, patting his hand. "Now then!" She cleared her throat. "Back to business. Come with me." 

She led him away from the park behind the end of an adjacent shopping center, where no one could see Danny or wonder why he was having a conversation with the bench. A wave of the wand, and they again vanished into thin air together. Next stop: Auckland. 

*** 

July 26th, 5:19 a.m. 

When Danny's eyes focused and adjusted to his new surroundings, he was surprised. "It's dark out!" he noticed. "It's chilly too." 

"That's 'cause it's not even 5:30 in the morning yet, kiddo," Lindsey explained. "New Zealand's seven hours behind Winnipeg. The really crazy thing, though, is we actually went seventeen hours forward, 'cause we crossed the I.D.L." 

"Oh, wow," said Danny. "So Charlotte's probably not even awake yet, is she?" 

"If you want her awake, she's awake," assured Lindsey. "Honey, we invented her. She's anything you want her to be." 

They stood on the corner of the block where Lindsey had created Charlotte's standalone residence along with her existence. Needless to say, Danny was very excited to see her when she came out. They had arranged things so that she already knew (and of course liked) him, so when she emerged, her approach was happy and full of life, bounding down the steps and the lawn to where they stood on the walk, greeting him with her beautiful smile, a warm hug and a passionate kiss. 

Suddenly, Danny didn't feel so chilly at all anymore. 

Charlotte held on to him, smothering him with affection until he almost had to pry her off. Danny felt dizzy and energized at the same time. His heart as well as another part of him were reacting heavily, which natch was highly gratifying to Charlotte. Were it not for Lindsey's presence and the fact that they were outside, they might have begun making love right there on the street. 

As if she knew what he was thinking, Lindsey said, "I could leave you alone for a while, if you wanna, uh...do anything specific right now," she offered. "You want me back, just say my name at any point." 

It was an offer upon which Danny gladly took her. Charlotte escorted him into her house, which was a little unfurnished, but Lindsey had given her a vastly generous bed ahead of time. They sat on it together. 

"So...how do you wanna start?" Danny asked her. 

"Danny, I'm yours!" she proclaimed, rubbing his arms and chest. "You made me, and I'm here for you. I'll do anything you want!" 

Danny leaned in and kissed her. Charlotte happily reciprocated, as they shifted into a horizontal position, pressed into one another, snuggling, breathing and gasping through smoky, lasting kisses. 

"Charlotte," Danny breathed when they detached lips. "Tell me...what is the most beautiful thing in the world to you?" 

She nuzzled and pecked his cheek. "You." 

Wow, he thought. I could get used to this! My God, Lindsey, where on Earth have you been all this time?? 

When enough time passed, they began undressing each other. The sun was starting to glow over the horizon, almost unnoticeably peeping at them through the bedroom window. It didn't take long at all for things to begin heating up. Charlotte's nipples hardened against Danny's chest, and feeling them made his dick stiffen, which in turn moistened Charlotte's pussy. They fondled each other mutually about the face, hair, shoulders, torso, hips and ass. Finally, their hands began groping each other where it really mattered. 

Unable to peel their lips apart, they grabbed one another, squeezing, caressing, stroking, pressing. Their collective body heat began to dampen and wrinkle the sheets underneath. Perspiration generated on their foreheads. Danny felt Charlotte's bangs brush his brow, and removed his lips, using them instead to burn Charlotte's face and neck with kisses which quickly graduated to hickeys. Charlotte put her own lips and teeth to work nibbling and kissing Danny along the ear and jawline. 

Danny felt Charlotte plunge her hand down into his shorts and boxers and seize him around the cock, taking him by surprise. It felt so hypnotizingly good he wanted to die in her arms. Her hand was hot, smooth and silky, and he hardened to a total erection in her fingers in no time. When he regained his senses he found his way under and beneath her legs, located her panties and pulled them down her legs. Charlotte helped him, shimmying them down to where he could stroke her. Danny began to rub and press against her wet pussy. Charlotte let out a magnificent moan and squeezed his dick as hard as she could. 

Danny needed to release himself, so he took his other hand off Charlotte's breasts and whipped his shorts and boxers off himself. They had to temporarily let go of one another, and given this necessity, they decided to get all the way undressed. 

"Danny, my darling," Charlotte murmured, "Tell me what you want me to do." 

Fondling Charlotte's naked, heaving, perfect tits and trying to part her self-lubed labia, Danny thought a moment. 

"I want you to...tell me your fantasies, honey." 

"Mmm...my fantasies are your fantasies, Danny." 

"Um...okay...so...you want to see the most famous historical sites and landmarks in the world?" 

"Oh, yes! Yes, absolutely!" 

"Do you want to share a perfect kiss under the moon in every country?" 

"OH, so, so much!" 

"Do you want to dance on the beaches along the coastlines under the stars until we can't walk anymore?" 

"I'd love to, yes!" 

"Do you want to make love wherever life takes us?" 

"I can't wait!" 

Danny aligned his body to Charlotte's so that he could spread her pussy and guide himself into her. Charlotte moaned and screamed in sheer delight. As they had such beautiful sex, they began to lose their grip on what else to do. The sensations were bold, ripping and insurmountable. They returned to their original mutual embrace and kissing, now with nudity and intercourse added. Then Danny's mind told him to return his upper attention to Charlotte's breasts. He groped them again, pinching the nipples between his fingers, licking and sucking on them. He thought he could hear Charlotte cry out in delicious lust. 

Charlotte's hand made its way down between their legs and returned the favor, cupping, rubbing and tickling Danny's balls. While he orally pleased her tits, she ran her free hand through his hair, kissing it softly and breathing in its conditioning fragrance. 




The Perfect Girl



Soon raising his head from her chest, Danny asked her, "Can you talk dirty to me, please, Charlotte?" 

Charlotte tried to catch her breath. "Wh—...what do you want me to say?" 

Danny thought a moment. He was kind of hoping she might come up with something to say on her own, but it wasn't vitally important. "How about...'I love feeling your big hard dick inside me'?" 

Charlotte smiled in glad acquiescence. "I love feeling your big hard dick inside me," she purred. 

"Would you say you can't believe how good it feels when I'm in your pussy?" 

"OH, I can't believe how good it feels when you're in my pussy!" 

Making love to Charlotte was so amazing Danny thought he was going to lose his mind. Heavenly pleasure radiated in both bodies and throughout the entire bedroom. They resumed the lip-locking, which felt so lovely. Charlotte let out the most flattering whimper Danny'd ever heard, and he bulged and throbbed inside her pussy, moaning back through the divine kiss. Their supple genitals had tinted to a beautiful shade of blood-red. They clamped onto each other, rocking the bed, having the time of their lives. 

"Oh my God, I think I'm gonna come," Danny uttered to her. 

"So am I!" cried Charlotte. 

"Tell me how much you want it!" shouted Danny. 

"Oh, I just want it so, so very much!" 

They strained and grunted, vision blurring, faces straining, both silently begging for orgasmic release. "Oh, yes," Danny began chanting, Charlotte joining in. "Oh, yes!" she hissed, full of passion. 

"Oh, God, YES!" 

"Oh, Heaven, YES!" 

At last, they were both on the brink. Danny kept reminding himself again and again not to worry about coming inside of her. Just a few more thrusts...they could almost count it down perfectly accurately. Four...three...two...one... 

"OOOOOHHHHHH!" they screamed together as the orgasm bolt struck them simultaneously. Danny's come zipped through his cock and blasted Charlotte's pussy, and her eyes went straight back in her head, seeing stars and bubbles before her eyes. Tears of joy leaked from Danny's eyes as his body chilled and heated all over. Their worlds had been thoroughly rocked. 

Finally, screams dying down to contented sighs of affection, they let their heads weakly drop to the mattress, and fell asleep in one another's warm, tender embrace, Danny's pulsating, calming cock still inside Charlotte's raw cunt. 

"Thank you, Lindsey," Danny drowsily mouthed. "I love you." 

*** 

July 26th, 12:11 p.m. 

The morning ebbed away as Danny and Charlotte slowly awoke with each other. When they recovered and blinked one another's faces into focus, they smiled lovingly and kissed some more. 

"Oh my gosh, that was amazing," Danny blinked, butterfly kissing and tickling Charlotte's cheek with his eyelashes. 

Charlotte giggled. "Unbelievable," she agreed. 

When enough energy had replenished to rise out of bed, they made their way to the shower and soaped each other up, exchanging still more kisses and caresses. When they emerged from the shower, hand in hand, they toweled one another off and redressed. 

They stepped back outside into a refreshing, cloudless 60° day. Danny called out Lindsey's name, and she stepped out from behind a nearby tree. "Well, trust you two had a nice time?" 

"Oh, my, God, Lindsey," Danny trotted to her, throwing his arms around her. "You are the best!" 

"Oh, hey, that's okay," Lindsey tossed off. "Just doin' my job. So, what's next?" 

"Well, uh...I guess we can start seeing the world?" Danny asked Charlotte. 

"Of course!" she said. "I'm so excited! Let's go!" 

So Lindsey had them join hands, tapped herself, and they were gone. Continuing in their gradual westerly direction, their next destination was the continental nation of Australia. So first, Lindsey took them to see the Sydney Opera House. 

They navigated Australia, floated north and made their way through the Orient, seeing as much of each land as they could. It was an astonishing, outstanding vacation of literally worldwide proportions, and time and money were no objects. The Asian leg of their sightseeing tour consisted of Bali's Temple of Besakih, the Great Buddha and Mount Fuji in Japan, the Great Wall of China, New Delhi's Lotus Temple, the Taj Mahal, St. Basil's Cathedral and the Kremlin in Moscow, Jordan's Petra and the Saudi Arabian Mecca. 

A week and a half later, one supercontinent under their belts, they settled down for a little rest. When they were ready to continue on to Africa, they trekked south to Kilimanjaro, Table Mountain, the Cape of Good Hope, Victoria Falls, the Pyramids of Giza, the Sphinx, and the Luxor Temple, and rested again, another continent down. It was Lindsey's stroke of genius to head in the gradual west direction, back around to the other side of the International Date Line, adding hours for them each time they crossed another time zone. Gaining hours threw their sleeping off a bit, but it wasn't as if they had timely obligations to honor. 

Danny, needless to say, was having the best time ever. He never dreamed he could be blessed with such incredible fortune. What simplicity, he thought, in the reality of his dreams coming true! He'd wanted to see all the majesty the planet offered, with someone who could afford as great an emotional investment in it as he, and now he was! He was happier than he'd ever been in his life. And as long as he was happy, Charlotte was ecstatic. In a way, it was almost as if Charlotte were a female extension of himself. They danced, kissed, laughed and made love in each landmark where they spent such memorable time. And Lindsey followed every step of the way, passing them repeatedly back and forth through thin air, immunizing them to the hassles of customs, passports and jet lag. 

When they were ready to take on Europe, they had some serious work to do, so they started at Portugal, and in a lot of due time saw the Rock of Gibraltar, Sagrada Familia, the Eiffel Tower, Versailles, Lascaux, the Louvre, the Tower of Pisa, the Trevi Fountain, the Colosseum, Vatican City, Santorini, the Acropolis, Ephesus, Agia Sophia, Auschwitz, Palace of Parliament, Neuschwanstein, the Brandenburg Gate, Waterloo, the Windmills in Kinderdijk, Copenhagen's Little Mermaid, the Helsinki Cathedral, Det Sjöhistoriska museet in Stockholm, the North Cape in Magerøya, Loch Ness, Stonehenge, Big Ben, Newgrange, the Blarney Stone and Skellig Michael. After Iceland and Greenland, they rested for what felt like a year, and rolled allllllllllllllllllll the way down to South America. 

They made their way down to Argentina around the arrival of the autumnal equinox, but still had no further need of jackets or long pants. Here they took in the Iguazu Falls, Christ the Redeemer, Machu Picchu, Nevado Mismi, the Middle of the Earth, Angel Falls and at last chillaxed in the Bahamas for a few days. 

About two and a half months had been spent on their momentous journey, which was winding to a close once they traversed the familiar Americas. Paying a brief visit to the Caribbean, swinging next by Cabo San Lucas, and returning home via the Grand Canyon, they proceeded to pay their U.S. visits to Yosemite Valley, the Hollywood Sign, DisneyWorld, Mount Rushmore, Capitol Hill, the American Statue of Liberty, and Niagara Falls. 

Before they settled back down at Danny's home again, they passed their original Canadian starting point and made one more stop at Polynesia's Easter Island—a visit they made somewhat ironically on Halloween—though they had no idea. With all the travel, they had long since given up trying to keep track of the current date and time. And they saw no concrete necessity to do so. They went to sleep when they felt the need, they woke up when it was time, and that was that. 

Finally, it was time to go back home again. 

But not Danny's home. 

A new, unexpected development had arisen along the way on which he hadn't been counting at all. 

*** 

Three months later 

November 2nd, 12:04 a.m. 

Danny took Charlotte into her bedroom, lay in bed with her and waited for her to fall asleep, trying not to drift off himself. It'd been such a wonderful journey, such a marvelous, fantastic flight of fancy about the entire Earth, and Danny's dreams indeed came true... 

...But yet, Danny had remained unaware of one significant twist in the nature of his fantasies coming to life. 

Until now. 

He heard Charlotte doze off, her all but silent snoring accompanying her body's soft rising and falling, half-overlapped with his. He removed her arm, and gently rolled her over onto her side, and slipped back out of the bed. 

He exited the bedroom, quietly pulling the door closed behind him. 

"Lindsey?" 

"Right here, kiddo," came her flat voice from behind him at full volume. 

He gasped, startled. "Shh!" he hissed, finger to his lips. 

"Sorry," Lindsey murmured disinterestedly, doing her nails. "What's up, babe?" 

"C—..." Danny started, but stopped, regarding the shut door he'd just walked out from. He turned back to Lindsey. "Um..." He took one of Lindsey's hands from her nail filing and held on to it, guiding her away. "Can we talk a walk?" 

They soundlessly stepped back outside. Lindsey tapped them to dress them warmer, and they started down the block together. 

"So...guess everything's worked out pretty beautiful for ya, huh, kid?" Lindsey asked in monotone, returning to her nails. 

"Uh...Lindsey..." 

"...What?" 

"Don—...don't get me wrong, Linds..." 

Lindsey threw up her hands and dropped her head. "Oh, God Almighty." 

"Wha—no, Lindsey, I—" 

"Good God's sake, Daniel Lucas Kilmer, I—y'know what, honey? As your fairy godmother, it's not within my comfort zone to complain. I leave that to my godchildren and solve their problems. But, when I do everything in my power—which has just about been totally worn down to this point, by the way—to make happy the person I've...I've just..." 

Her voice cracked. They stopped walking. Danny turned to her in alarm. 

"...Just started to think of as my...my best...friend..." 

His eyebrows raised at this declaration. 

"...And I've failed..." 

Danny let out a hushed gasp. "WHA—no, Lindsey, my God, no!" he insisted, taking her hands. "Good Lord, no, not at a—that...that's not what I meant at all!" 

Hands in Danny's, Lindsey wiped at her eyes with her shoulder and her upper arm. 

Sigh. "Then what did you mean?" 

"I—...Lindsey...these have been the most wonderful three months of my life. I just can't express what a thrill this has been to do this, to travel all over the world, to just..." 

He let go of her hands. "It-it was everything I dreamt of, Lindsey. It was everything and more. Beyond my wildest dreams! You did make my dreams come true. Absolutely! You didn't fail at all!" 

Lindsey gazed at him wordlessly, waiting for him to go on. 

"But what I realized was...one of them wasn't what I thought." 

Lindsey looked back down on the sidewalk beneath their feet. 

"It-it wasn't anything you did, Lindsey, not at all. You did everything I asked you to, exactly the way I asked. You're a wonderful fairy godmother, Lindsey. I couldn't ask for a better one. 

"It...was...me. It was something I thought I wanted at the time, but I was wrong." 

"What? Charlotte?" 

"Well...yeah, actually, as a matter of fact." 

"Oh...did I mess up with her?" 

"No, no, not at all. Again, Lindsey, I can't overstress this, you didn't do anything wrong here. I just learned something about myself along the way." 

"Which was...?" 

"Well, it's kind of a long explanation." 

"Well, if there's anything we've got right now, Daniel, it's time." 

"Okay...well, I'll be the first to say it, Lindsey, when Charlotte came out of that door that day back in July, I would say that I damn near fell head over heels in love with her. And after we made love, I thought I did love her. And as we started traveling together, I thought, wow, this just can't get any better. And everything I said, she went right along with. And everything I commented on, she was right with me." His speech slowed down. "And every single opinion I expressed, good, bad, whatever, she was in absolute and total agreement with me. And she still is! And Lindsey... 

"...I don't think I can take another single minute of it. 

"I mean...I mean, gosh...this is what I meant saying don't get me wrong. She's a wonderful girl: gorgeous, lovely, sweet, kind, devoted, everything I thought I wanted. But I came to realize...I was wrong. While we were on our trip, I kept thinking, she's almost just like me, in a way. But she wasn't just similar to me; she was a rib from me. She was me. I didn't see that coming. It was my fault. It really was what I believed I wanted at the time, so that was my wish. But, it's...not. Turns out, that's not what I wanted at all." 

"What do you mean? What did you want then?" 

"I wanted..." He sighed. "I wanted a companion. A friend! Not just a beautiful girl who would automatically surrender and bow to my every word and whim!" He reclaimed her hands. "I wanted someone with whom I could grasp that closer one-on-one connection. Someone who could also make me laugh, and inspire and finesse me with her dazzling personality, and style and charm. And..." 

This was the more challenging part. "Believe it or not, Lindsey, what I didn't know at the time, what was there but I was just too blind to see it was, I actually had that the whole time. But it wasn't who I thought it was." 

"So...you didn't want Charlotte?" 

"No! Lindsey, I...I thought I loved Charlotte, I really really did, but...I don't! I... 

"...I love you!" 

Lindsey's eyes opened as wide as could go as her eyebrows leapt two inches up her forehead. 

"How's that again?" 

"Lindsey!...Didn't you notice when we were almost finished with our trip that I was asking you what I wanted to discuss about everything, and talking to you about all the fabulous, mysterious sights we were taking in? Didn't you realize after a while that I was trying to get you to open up and share your opinions and feelings and thoughts with me, because you actually had some?" 

"I just..." Lindsey shrugged. "I just said what was honestly on my mind." 

"Exactly!" agreed Danny. "You didn't just tell me what you thought I wanted to hear, or blindly go along with me like a robot. I don't want a robot! My God, Lindsey, did you not see that by the time we got back home, I was practically hanging all over you, wanting to know what you thought and how you felt about everything that was going on? I fell in love with you on that journey." 

Lindsey was positively speechless. She had to admit, Danny had taken her words away with these declarations. This was a new one on her. Dozens of grown boys and men (as well as a few girls) had wished for her to have sex, or engage in other coital acts with them, but not once, never, not one single time had any of them ever expressed the sentiment of being or falling in love with her. She didn't know what to say or how to feel. She'd never been in this situation before. 

On one hand, it felt nice to hear Danny say these things. They'd spent the last three months together, and she wasn't lying saying she'd begun considering him her best friend. She liked him too. Her ostensibly moody disinterest wasn't a slight to him personally; it was her natural state. She didn't care for it, because she felt it sent a signal to her godchildren that she resented them for having to serve their needs or carry out their wishes, but that wasn't true. She cared about them, each one. She wanted to make them happy. She hadn't signed on to be a fairy godmother; it was instilled as her identity. But she took on the task with merit and diligence. And she exercised as much power in her arsenal as necessary to make her godkids' dreams become reality—though in an extreme case like this, she really did become worn down, as she'd told Danny. She wasn't invincibly omnipotent; eventually, it did come at a price. 

She was being honest with Danny about Jim, the New Zealander she'd met and fallen in love with herself years ago, but who never had the chance to return her love. And so she had a vague, bitter recollection of how it felt to be in love, but no inkling whatsoever how it felt to have the feeling reciprocated. She was indisputably dazed. 

"But...Daniel," she said hesitantly, "I...I'm just not sure I think that—" 

Danny cut her off, taking her cheeks in his palms. "Then don't think." 

He kissed her. Before she had ample time to process what was going on, Danny's lips were on hers, and abruptly her sound mind and reasoning were put on hold. Her heart warmed and beat strong and fast, circulating pulsing doses of love through her veins. It was a new and bizarre feeling that she wasn't sure about, but liked. Her breath sped up and her feelings ran wild. 

When he took his lips off her, Lindsey's pulse was racing. 

"You...Daniel, you kissed me!" 

Danny looked around awkwardly for a moment and returned his gaze to her. "Well...yeah, that's...that's...the kinda thing someone does to show someone else they love them." 

Lindsey's heart was pounding through her chest, but the sensations running through her brain weren't all good. She found herself on the horns of a big dilemma. Though she would never have guessed or imagined it possible, her tenure with Danny Kilmer lasted an exceptional length of time—over a quarter of a year—and though a large majority of that time was spent in the company of Charlotte, to whom Danny'd been devoting most of his time, Lindsey found herself wishing Charlotte was outside the picture, and wished she could then declare to Danny that in this short time...even though she swore this would never happen again... 

...She honestly believed...that she too had fallen in love with him. 

And on one hand, to hear him speak the words that he loved her made Lindsey dizzy with delight, the happiest fairy godmother there was. But... 

...She could not act on her feelings. 

She was bound by their unwritten contract to grant his wishes, as his fairy godmother, and was expressly forbidden from and incapable of romantic fraternization with her godchildren. They could kiss, have sex and engage in other physical acts together, but unfortunately mental and emotional affairs were another story. And she would have just told Danny that, knowing that he would simply try to wish his way around it so they could be in love together, but she knew it was no good. There was an unspoken clause built into her contract that denied such loopholes. And she couldn't grant her own emotional wishes. 

She could almost feel her heart breaking for the second time as she thought it all over. 

What she did next Danny did not understand. She sighed, let his hands go, sat on the ground, covered her face and tried not to cry. 

"Wh—...Lindsey, I..." Danny sat with her and slipped his arms around her. "Lindsey, honey, what in the world is wrong? Tell me!" 

When Lindsey had first learned all this years ago, the ins and outs of her whole operation, she dismissed the possibility of love as a non-factor in her case, telling herself she would never let emotional attachments get in the way of her progress. She vowed never to fall in love with a godchild—and to keep sex a separate issue, never to allow it to spark or generate romantic feelings in her. 




The Perfect Girl



He lowered his gaze and shook his head. "I really wish you'd tell me." 

She wasn't sure she wanted to tell Danny all this, but if he resorted to wishing it, she didn't have much choice. Wands were not necessary to grant this wish. They had nothing but time. They had all night. They had eternity. 

She told him. Everything. 

"But...couldn't I just wish that wasn't true?" 

There it was, the inevitable. The billion-dollar question. She shook her head no, and explained why. 

"...Oh...well, and...I couldn't wish that I was able to wish it?" 

"No. Believe me, that's been tried. I tell you, there's no way around it." 

Danny thought. It seemed less than fair to him that the girl he'd fallen crazy in love with wanted so badly to return his love, but couldn't. Both hearts ached. Danny didn't want to let go of her, so he kept his arm in hers. 

He sighed. "I wish you weren't my fairy godmother anymore." 

"Hm." Lindsey leaned into him to lay her head on his shoulder, and as she did, her purse was turned on its side, and her nail file wand slipped out, clattering onto the pavement. She didn't have the energy to pick it back up for a few minutes. When she did, she looked down to see something that shocked her. 

"Oh my God," she said. "I think my..." 

She looked up at Danny. "...I think my wand broke." 

They looked down at the nail file together, which was half-severed and bent in the middle. 

"H—...but...how is that possible?" Danny asked. "Just from falling on the ground?" 

Lindsey chuckle-scoffed. "I know, right?" She turned it over in her hands. "What happened?" 

They must have examined it for ten minutes before Lindsey's eyes grew in excitement... 

"Daniel..." 

"Yes?" 

"Try something with me," she whisper-urged him. "Say that again...and break it off." 

"What?" 

"Just go with me on this, Daniel. In a myriad of years I have been a fairy godmother, I have never once broken my wand. Please, just humor me. I want to try this. Make that wish again...and break it in half with me." 

Danny arched his eyebrows curiously. "Okay," he acquiesced, lowering his own voice to whisper with her. 

"Okay." 

He took hold of the other end of the file. 

"Lindsey...I wish...you weren't my fairy godmother anymore." 

They both tugged and twisted on their ends until the fibers split and the file came apart in their hands. 

Lindsey gasped. "Oh my gosh!" she exclaimed. "I...I just felt a spark! A-a little shock, like...static electricity." She chuckled in giddy hopeful excitement, dropping her half. "Oh my gosh...hang on, I...I gotta try something real quick." 

She reached into her purse, closed her eyes, summoned a vision, made a fist and pulled out... 

Gasp. "Nothing!" 

"Huh?" 

Lindsey looked up at him with far more elation in her face than he'd seen to this point during their time together. She thought she was about to start crying from happiness. 

"I'm not!" 

"You're not what?" 

"Your fairy godmother!" Lindsey shouted ecstatically. "They're gone! They're—...my powers are all gone! Daniel, we did it!" 

"What?! Y—...you're kidding!" 

"No! I-I...watch!" She reached into her purse again. "I can think of anything right now: a-a flower, a fork, a sandwich, a remote control. And look!" She whipped her empty hand back out of it. "Nothing! Oh, Daniel...you've freed me! The contract's broken!!" 

Danny looked back up at her in amazement. "So...so...you're..." 

Lindsey nodded, feeling joyful tears coming on as they gazed into each other's eyes. "Powerless! Yes!" 

...And as he looked into her eyes, suddenly he could detect exactly what color they were. Indigo. 

"Your powerless...human...girlfriend!" 

Danny's breath was taken away. "Oh my G—!" He threw his arms around Lindsey, and Lindsey responded in kind. They began stamping lipprints all over one another before Danny ventured a query. 

"So...Charlotte doesn't exist then?" 

Lindsey blinked obliviously a few times, her moist indigo eyes lovingly reflecting his image back at him, honestly unaware of what or whom he was talking about. 

"...Who?" 

Danny kissed her with all the passion one single mortal being could summon. 

When they broke from the kiss, almost as if brought on by a cosmic coincidence, a single gentleman happened by. "Uh, excuse me, folks," he said. "Do you know, by chance, where the b—" 

Lindsey's eyes lit up. She chopped him off before he got any further. "Folks?" she asked. "Plural?? Y—...you can see me, sir??" 

"Uhhhhhnless I'm going blind," the man shrugged matter-of-factly. 

Gasping in joyful wonder, Lindsey leapt into the air as high as she could from a stationary stance and screamed, "YAAAYYYYYY!!" She hugged the bewildered man extra tight, proclaiming, "YOU CAN SEE ME!" She next returned her attention to Danny, squeezing him just as tight. "HE CAN SEE ME! DANIEL, HE CAN SEE ME!!" 

The man let a few befuddled moments pass. "Um..." he finally spoke again, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt, uh...whatever might have been going on here, but I was just wondering if either of you happened to know where the bus stop is?" 

"No!" Lindsey laughed gleefully. "We don't!" She turned again to Danny. "I don't know! I actually get to say, 'I DON'T KNOW!'" 

No less bemused, and now a bit frightened, the gent said, "Okay...well, thank you anyway. I'll keep looking." He waved goodbye. They would've offered to accompany him to help locate the bus stop, but he seemed intent on removing himself from their company. 

They waved back, and continued to share their affection. When they were ready to go as well, they left, back past the ordinary severed nail file lying meaninglessly in the street, past the empty property lot where Charlotte's house used to be... 

...And kept walking. 

*** 

One month later 

December 2nd, 7:25 p.m. 

The moon rested in the bed of a thousand bright stars, the spirit of Christmas now fanned into the atmosphere. 

Danny and Lindsey had returned to America and begun a solid romantic relationship. Lindsey viewed the situation as surreal. She was never to have been bestowed with such magnificent privileges. The reaches of the brilliant powers of a fairy godmother inspired incomparable and unique awe in any and all normal human beings. But for Lindsey, it came with just as costly a price. She wasn't free. She was committed to an eternity of service... 

...Until Danny Lucas Kilmer magically found the one loophole which had slipped from the fingers of thousands before him. 

Danny himself found it impossible to believe not one single person in the hundreds upon hundreds of godchildren made the wish. Perhaps they did, but nobody, not even Lindsey, knew to snap the wand in half. It was, after all, her defining accessory. Lindsey's wand was vitally essential to her identity as a fairy godmother. But she had become miraculously human, and mortal. She would grow old, and she would die one day in the long, long faraway future...and she wouldn't have it any other way. 

After she'd gotten out all her euphoric, disbelieving tears, and Danny took her back home to his midwestern cubby in America, he introduced Lindsey to his family and all the other varied facets of his life. He hadn't properly closed his newsstand before their trip all over the world, and to put things mildly, it wasn't any longer fit for him to make his living, but Danny and his family weren't exactly destitute, so they borrowed a little money, and started out on their own. They decided there was nothing they couldn't accomplish as long as they had each other. 

Just after December had gotten underway, they decided they wanted to share love in a more intimate way, so they adjourned to Danny's bedroom. He lit a candle, put on some new age music and sprinkled some rose petals over the mattress. They sat side by side, beginning with some nice, slow kissing and innocent petting to warm up. Danny tickled Lindsey's cheek and nose with his eyelashes, just as he had Charlotte's, and she giggled in coy amusement. 

He took a moment to consider Charlotte. He could barely remember her at this point either, but his conscience asked him if it didn't concern him to have created a boink-buddy out of thin air, had sex with her one time, and simply discarded her. For a few moments he felt guilty. But he reasoned that technically, Charlotte had never been actually real. Even if she was "real," she still wasn't real. As he told Lindsey, she was what he thought he wanted at the time, but didn't. He wanted a three-dimensional girl, with both positive and negative feelings and traits to share with him. Charlotte felt no pain, anguish, sadness or melancholy whatsoever, of any sort. Theoretically speaking, he could have much as struck her, and she wouldn't have batted an eye. She was essentially a walking, talking blow-up doll. Their sex was spectacular at the time, but that turned out to be all it was: just sex. Insignificant sex. 

Lindsey freed her hair from the ribbon and tossed it behind her, shaking her head and flipping her liberated locks all over, making herself extra cute. She crawled up on Danny and pushed him, ladylike, down on his back, climbing atop. The making out resumed, an air of mutual body heat and arousal added to the equation. Their bodies responded, protruding into one another. Before much longer, they couldn't wait to shed their clothes. They commenced to eagerly stripping each other, simultaneously crying and laughing, respectively at the blessing of making exquisite love and the impairment of their senses to get their clothing off. 

After enough digging, clawing and peeling had been done to reach naked skin, they moaned in harmony, reveling in the warmth of their body heat, kissing until losing sufficient oxygen. They rolled back and forth across the bed, Danny on top of Lindsey on top of Danny on top of Lindsey back on top of Danny again. Their threads hung off of them, so they agreed to call time out to appropriately adjust the situation. They rechristened the bed. Now fully nude, they fondled each other like barely pubescent teenagers. Lindsey slid her legs off Danny and started rubbing and stroking his erect cock and balls, and Danny gripped her breasts, pressing them together and smooshing them against his own chest, and subsequently reached downwards to massage her pussy. 

Their juices were in motion and their organs were becoming increasingly swollen and ripe for unisonous conquest. They revved each other up further by maneuvering into a 69. After a few glorious spells of squeezing and groping asses, Danny devouring Lindsey's cunt and fingering her clit, Lindsey sucking Danny's dick and balls, savoring his pre-come like the compliment it was, they sat back up and repositioned themselves to do what they had really started out to do. 

Lindsey cushioned herself in the mattress and lay patiently waiting as Danny spread her pussy and began entering her. He thrusted inside her with as much skill and finesse as he could manage. Lindsey, for her own part, didn't particularly care how skillful his technique was; she was simply ardently thrilled to be having such beautiful sex with someone whom she truly loved and who truly loved her back. Not to take anything away from the act itself for her, again, it was a lovely complement to their devotion to one another, but without the vital emotional factor, they could never have made such sumptuous, dear love. 

She suspected Danny wasn't worried about what the immediate future might or might not hold for them, and so for right now she didn't either. Actually, what was going through Danny's mind was the awesome reiteration and reassessment that he at this moment was physically demonstrating his love to his sweetheart, the lady he loved, an elusive, previously unknown woman who had presented herself as his fairy godmother a short four months ago. The surreality Lindsey was feeling as a result of their other-worldly actions wasn't lost on him. Having sex with Lindsey felt like nothing he'd ever felt. He felt bad for her as he thought how many before had wished her to have sex with them that meant no more to her than his insignificant sex with Charlotte. Even if she enjoyed it, it cost her some of her magical power, and thus drained her a small bit. She really could grant just about any wish imaginable, but if too much magic was spent at any one time, the results could be detrimental to Lindsey. 

But it was nothing either of them need worry about any longer. All possible problems, issues and non-pleasantries were shut outside the door, unable to seep in and disturb their peaceful act. Breaths heaved and hands searched as their bodies' intimate contact melted them both like hot, hot fudge. Yet Danny tried to hold himself back from coming too quickly, both because she was no longer his fairy godmother, and because he wanted to make this evening last forever. 

But at the same time, he knew he was healthy, and had told her so, and he knew Lindsey had to be healthy... 

...And her face in the throes of their wild passion was devastatingly sexy. He tried to make it last, but it was an uphill battle. Soon, he could feel it approaching. First, though, he would attempt to discern her reaction. 

"Oh m—...oh my G—...G-God..." he stammered out while there was still some time left. "I-I'm gonna c—...come, Linds..." 

"Oh God, YES!" Lindsey whispered back, seizing his cheeks and ears and madly planting sizzling kisses all over him. "God, yes, Daniel, I want it! I want it so damn bad! PLEASE come inside me!" 

Green-lit with her adamant blessing—which scooted right past consent and slammed headfirst into yearning, hunger and desire—Danny took a deep breath, held it and let the orgasm break, washing them over with its wet torridity. He strained with all his might and main to keep his breath controlled, grappling for just a few necessary gasps of air. His face reddened, dripping with sweat. Lindsey fell hopelessly in love with his steeled determination to pump up the intensity like a basketball until it exploded. 

Lindsey tried her best to grip down on Danny's trembling, pulsating dick with her oven-hot, blood-swollen cunt, giving it a tender, tight pussy hug, helping to squeeze out the sticky love cream from his balls. Danny clamped onto Lindsey's shoulders and buried his cringing face in her neck, no longer in control of his technique or mechanics. They just let it happen. 

And happen it did. 

Danny's essence cannoned through his bulging cock and nailed Lindsey like piercing bullets inside her outstretched pussy. They screamed together in repetitive staccato bursts as steaming pleasure poured over them like boiling water. The sublimity of the release was multiplied tenfold by the accompanying reminder that it had all come about as a result of the both of them granted the wishes they wanted most: a renaissance girl to share the grandeur of the universe and everyday life for Danny, and the liberation and freedom from Lindsey's prison of obedience for her, as well as the capacity to give and receive pure love, to her heart's content. 

Feeling Danny come inside her set off the chain reaction in her to make her come monstrously herself, exactly like a domino effect. Lindsey sent Danny careening over the edge and he took her right along with him. 

"Oh, Daniel, my love..." Lindsey whispered as he began to drift to sleep. "Thank you...so much...for making that birthday wish." 

"Fwank hoo fuh grannig ih," he replied, still muffled in Lindsey's cheek and neck. 

It was a cold Thursday morning as they woke up roughly eight hours later, but for right now the name of the day claimed no significance. They awoke still in helpless love, had some breakfast, and went out to celebrate their first day as a consummated romantic couple. Lindsey was chilly, as she'd only gotten to take her fairy godmother outfit with her on her missions, and was now devoid of magical power, so the first trip they took was to the mall to obtain her a suitable winter wardrobe. 

And there was no need to cut the mall visit short, so they covered the rest of its inside perimeter, doing a little more shopping, hand in hand, and found a quiet little corner for a bit of quality making-out. 

In between their sweet kisses, Danny said, "I'd like to stop by the grocery store too. I wanna make something special for you for dinner. It's called colcannon, from Ireland. And I'm also gonna try to find some travel agencies and see if they'll consider giving me an interview. My only wish now, Lindsey, is that you'll stay with me and be mine forever." 

Lindsey smiled big, crinkling her eyes and nose at him. 

"I think I'll be able to grant that one. As long as you'll grant mine and promise to marry me one day, Daniel." She Eskimo-kissed him, and playfully joked, "I've always wanted a last name."



The Perfect Girl Times Two



I recently met the girl of any man's dream but it didn't stop with her. Here's the lowdown on what went down.

Just so you know, I'm 6'3, 21 years old, nice body with a six pack and whatnot, and a dick that stand 11 inches when hard. I was at a party talking with my friends when I saw this beautiful girl. She was about 6 foot, with pretty caramel skin and black hair past the shoulders She also had some nice tits, at least C cups, maybe Ds. She was wearing a tight sleeveless top, so tight you could tell what color her bra was. She also had on some black leather short shorts. Those were the shortest I had ever seen. My friends keep egging me on, so I decided to make my move. 

I walked over to her and said hi. She said hi back and we engaged in conversation. I fell more in love with her as we talked. Her voice made my braids stand on end and my thug mentality melt like butter on a biscuit. She said her name was Tracy and the host was a friend of hers. She was new and she liked the city. Mystikal's "Shake Ya Ass" came on and I asked her to dance. I didn't know she had it in her, but that girl could give twurk like a muthafucker. I was bending and twisting just to keep up with her. Then a slow song came on we got close.

I pulled her close and we moved to the beat. Tracy put her head on my shoulder and whispered to me "I want you, but I have a surprise for you if you want me too." She didn't have to ask me twice. She took my hand and led me to where are the cars were and kissed me. I kissed back and our tongues met and wiggled around in each others mouths. She said "Follow me, my house is down the street."

I couldn't hold back the horniness I had. I was hard as hell and with a girl who looked like she popped out the centerfold of a black porno magazine. We finally got to her house and Tracy told me to sit down on the couch while she went upstairs. When she came down she had a friend with her. This girl who's name was Stacy was as pretty as Tracy only she had smaller tits. "This must be your surprise, huh?" Tracy said "It's just getting started, baby." Tracy and Stacy started kissing, their hands running up and down each other, feeling each other's curves. Then Tracy turned to me and took off my shirt and undershirt.

I took off her top and bra, while Stacy took off my pants, shoes, socks and drawers. I started to suck on Tracy's titties and nipples, which stood out at least a nice inch. I changed tits and did the same thing on the other one. She moaned as a bit down on her nipple. I then took off Tracy's shorts and she had no panties on. I gave her ass a little smack that made her and Stacy giggle.

I set her on her back and spread her legs. I put my mouth to her pussy and licked and sucked away. Tracy tasted so good I didn't want to stop. She started to shake as I sucked and licked her clit. She then came hard on my lips and chin. I kissed her to let her taste her goodness. I did the same to Stacy though she held my face there and came much harder. Stacy grabbed my dick and sucked on it. She couldn't fit it all in her mouth so her hand stroked the part not in her mouth. Tracy licked and stroked my balls while Stacy was working her mouth on my mouth. "I'm about to cum." I told them as I felt it coming. Tracy and Stacy both got on their knees and opened their mouths wide. I finally blew a huge load on Tracy's chins and tits. I blew another load right in Stacy's mouth and chins. The girls were quick to lick my cum off each other.

It was time for some fucking. I got under Tracy and her wet-as-hell pussy was ready for my fully hard 11 incher. Stacy sat in front of Tracy and sucked her nipples and kissed her while she moaned and screamed.

"Ahhh...ohh...Will...I've never had one in me like.. this...AHHH!!!" Tracy scream out as she orgasmed hard and fast.

Now it was time for Stacy. She got on her hands and knees. I opened her asscheeks and put myself in position. I stuck the head of my dick in, then pushed in. Stacy screamed and Tracy got under her and kissed her and sucked her tits and nipples.

I got about 6 inches in before I said "I'm gonna cum hard girl, your asshole is so tight." Stacy said between screams "Cum in my ass big boy, I want to feel it in my booty."

I blew another huge load into her ass real deep. Tracy came over and licked her asshole clean. We all then fell and slept on the floor.

I woke up with a pussy in my mouth and a mouth on my dick. "These girls don't stop!", I thought as I licked Tracy's pussy and blew my cum in Stacy's mouth.

I showered and got dressed. The girls thanked me for the evening. We exchanged numbers and I left to my car. I thought to myself "I am for sure going back there."