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A Beautiful Wish Ch. 00

By: 800IbGorrila



Prologue

Beyond the Cliffs of Torment there was nothing. The sunset cast its dying glow on the seas, crashing against the black volcanic rocks of the cliffs. Large curtains of steam blasted off the meeting between stone and sea, as the waves mixed with the liquid hot sludge cascading down the rock face of distant mount Hatred. Any normal man would have stayed worlds away from this dreadful place, but Sir George of Battlehaven was no normal man. He fought in the biggest wars, climbed the tallest mountain, and drank from the deepest of tankards. But today, he fought not for country, or glory, or fun, but for his love, Gwena, the Lady of the Dawn.

She had been kidnapped by the devil dragon Kalifax, and it had fallen to the most skilled, powerful, and courageous men to slay the dragon and free the young maiden from certain doom. Having reached the monster's lair along the coast, George proceeded towards the giant cave mouth. It bore an uncanny resemblance to the dragon itself. Gnarly fangs, eyes thin and piercing, scales the shape of broad axe heads, were mere details to Sir George. His path was set regardless of the danger. No beast would stand in his way. He would slay them all if they kept him from his love.

He spotted the freshly charred remains of another knight with visions of righteous glory. He recognized the coat of arms on his shield. He had served with this man in a previous battle. The knight had been a good man, better than most. But too young and cavalier to truly have a fighting chance against a dragon. Sir George knew he was better. He would not make the crispy Knight's mistakes.

As he was about to enter the cave he heard a scream from deep inside, followed by a thunderous roar over his ears and a flash of intense heat over his skin. Sir George was immediately alarmed, but managed to catch his wits before they abandoned him completely. That scream was not a scream of pain or anguish, but of fear. No doubt the dragon was torturing her with threats of dismemberment and fiery torment. Sir George knew this was part of the fun. The dragon wanted to hear her beg before he devoured her, to see her cower in his awesome presence.

He proceeded into the enormous cavern. Deeper and deeper he went to where the screams, roars, and heat had their source. He rounded a bend and stopped. On an outcropping above a large bubbling pool of magma was Gwena, chained to two large wooden stakes, her dress torn and singed, her perfect skin exposed and dirtied.

He called out to her, "Gwena my love! Do not fear! I have come to take you to safety!"

Her expression went from hopeless to joyful in moments as she caught glimpse of her salvation. But her happiness was short-lived as she remembered the horror, "No! Run George! He knows you are he..."

It was too late. Kalifax burst forth from the pool of magma and thrust forward with a jagged claw, grasping Sir George and lifting him off the ground. Slowly, the beast lifted him up to better gaze into the eyes of his latest adversary. "SO, YOU THOUGHT YOU COULD BEST THE MIGHTY KALIFAX? YOU ARE MISTAKEN! I AM IMMORTAL! OMNIPOTENT! EXALTED! EPIC!"

Sir George was undaunted, "You forgot Aromatic."

"Yes, thank you. WAIT! YOU MOCK THE GREAT AND ALL POWERFUL KALIFAX! PREPARE TO FACE OBLIVION MORTAL!" The dragon launched Sir George into the air and propped open his giant mouth in anticipation of his next meal. But Sir George was no greenhorn. He had been waiting for this chance all along. As he plunged into the great maw Sir George drew his blade. The great dragon swallowed the knight whole as Gwena wailed in anguish. "YOU SEE, GIRL! NONE KNOW WHAT THEY FACE WHEN THE, erp, wha, GWWWAARG!" Suddenly, from the belly of the beast appeared a large gash. From it sprang Sir George, covered in the blood and gore of the dragon who he had slain from the inside out.

Kalifax's death cries reverberated throughout the cavern as copious amounts of blood spewed from the gaping wound in his chest. When he had finally roared his last, he collapsed in a heap against the back wall of the cavern causing part of the wall to fall away, making a convenient staircase leading up towards Gwena's prison. Sir George wiped the dragon innards off his armor and boldly climbed the mountain of rocks and dragon.

"My hero," cried out Gwena, partly relieved and partly crying with joy, "I knew you would come for me, my love."

Sir George paused at the landing and took in the sight before him. There was the object of his romantic obsession, bound, and partially nude, her shredded dress only covering the most private of areas. Her taut stomach was bare, her gorgeous legs were exposed save for a few pieces of shredded fabric. Her large breasts were dangerously close to spilling out of the once magnificent garment. Only a single shoulder strap remained, the other hung down like dead weight and no longer did anything but give Sir George a tantalizing view of her impressive cleavage. Sir George felt all pretense of chivalric ideals and courtly love melt away, as he gazed upon her helpless yet incredibly sexy form.

Gwena noticed the handsome knight's lecherous stares and began to realize what was going through his mind. Immediately she began to tense up and squirm in her chains. "George? Let me go George," she pleaded. But instead of reaching for the chains he reached for the straps on his armor. He let the pieces fall away until he was down to the cotton shirt and pants worn to make his armor more comfortable. Gwena watched anxiously as the handsome knight approached her, stopping just short of touching her. He looked directly into her eyes and could see the fear mixed with anticipation and lust. 

"Please George..." she said in a low whisper. 

He reached out and put his hands on her hips, gently, and pulled her close to him. He nuzzled her neck and kissed her soft skin while moving his hands around her back.

Gwena had never felt the touch of a man, but immediately responded to his loving touch with sweet low moans. She didn't struggle as he took control completely. Starting with the small of her back, he moved his left hand up until it reached her bare shoulder. His lips followed his fingertips as he placed small kisses up and down her arm. She tasted of sweat and heat and earth. He savored the taste like a fine wine. As he returned to her shoulder she let out a quivering sigh in anticipation of him dropping down to touch her breasts. Instead he went lower to her flat stomach and continued his gentle caressing.

While outwardly, she made no attempt to stop or direct him, she was at odds with her own mind. A voice was telling her that this was wrong and that she should be ashamed for letting him have such free reign over her womanhood. But her pride was no match for another voice that screamed for attention from this handsome and courageous man who had risked his life to save her, a man who wanted nothing more at that moment than to make her feel incredible.

Gwena watched desperately as his hands traveled slowly from her small ankles up her shapely calves to the back of her thighs. She gasped as he reached under the remains of her dress took hold of her tight butt. His eye's level with her mound, he ripped remaining pieces of fabric away with his teeth. Finally, her pussy was exposed. 

She blushed, "Oh George please... please touch me." But he didn't just yet, there was more he wanted to savor first. He stood up until he was once again looking her in the eyes. She was quivering, and found it hard to stand as she melted into his gaze.

He reached up and took hold of her breasts, squeezing and tweaking. Gwena cried out in ecstasy as he touched her. Then in one swift motion he ripped the remaining fabric away leaving her completely nude. He dropped down and took her left breast in his mouth. It tasted of cotton and goose down. He began to grind his hardened cock against her. She threw her leg up and around him to support herself.

She cried out, "George! Get up George! You'll be late if you don't get up!" Suddenly she put her hands on his shoulders, even though they had been chained just moments before, and shook him vigorously. She looked him in the eyes, "Seriously George you need to get up now! If you're late for work again you're gonna be sorry!"

George awoke in a panic. He tried to sit up, but was quickly stymied by the fact that he was tangled in his bed sheets, the corner of his pillow stuffed in his mouth. He rolled over trying to free his legs from the interwoven sheets, but rolled too far, He fell off his bed, knocking a floor lamp over on top of himself in the process.

As the dream fog dissipated he became aware of his mother, Jessica, laughing from the doorway to his room. "That was quite a show. Are you sure you didn't plan that out ahead of time?"

"Actually, I just really hate this lamp," he said as he clumsily unraveled himself and stood the lamp back up.

She laughed a bit harder but quickly reverted to mom mode, "C'mon it's almost 7:30, Linda is gonna have your ass if you're late again."

"Oh shit, is it really?" his eyes darted to his alarm clock. "Dammit, I'm never gonna make it on time now."

"C'mon now, you really will be late with that attitude. Here, I'll lay out your clothes and get your lunch ready, you take a quick shower and you'll be out the door in ten minutes."

George did some quick figuring, and realized that if the traffic was light he could still make it. He bounded down the hall into the bathroom and jumped in the shower. He washed himself in a frenzy, painfully aware of his raging hard on from the dream which he was beginning to forget. He was tempted to rub it out quickly, but decided against it. He disliked masturbating in the shower because he could never get enough friction to finish quickly. And there was always the off chance that his mom or one of his two younger sisters would walk in on him. He got caught once by his oldest sister, Hayley. Since then, whenever he spent longer than ten minutes in the bathroom he got ragged on.

Instead he decided to hum his song. It was the first song George's father, Henry, had ever taught him to play on his guitar. George was only seven, and his little fingers could barely reach all the strings. But when George's father died a year later, George began to play it whenever he needed help. Just humming a few bars had the power to calm and soothe him. Even now, at nineteen, the song would make him forget, for a brief moment at least, that his life was turning out to be less than ideal. It was slow and sorrowful, but gradually built a hopeful tempo until it exploded into a crescendo of euphoric and powerful bliss.

George finished up as quickly as he could, did everything else he needed to do in the bathroom, then headed back to his room to change. His mom had produced a clean pair of baggy board shorts and an over-sized tee shirt, his standard summer work attire. He noticed that these were brand new.

George was quite a large man. He was very tall, standing well over six feet, and had very large hands. He was also overweight by at least thirty pounds. He sighed knowing that these new clothes would be a size larger than last time. He appreciated the fact that his mom never came out and said what a fat slob he was, but that didn't stop her from making lots of subtle hints. She always made it a point to show him a new diet she had read about or some exercise machine that was supposed to be all the rage or the latest workout fads.

His sisters were much more overt about his weight, calling him every name one could think of involving heft. Their favorite since he became a lifeguard at the local college had been Shamu, after the whale.

George hurried downstairs to the kitchen, where his mom and two sisters were putting the finishing touches on lunch and scarfing down breakfast. His mother was running around in circles trying to keep the girls on task while she made two meals at once. "Oh honey, remember that I'm picking the girls up from camp today to take them to their father's for the weekend, and then I'm leaving for that business trip in Texas. I left you some leftovers but I'm gonna need you to do some food shopping while I'm gone so that we'll have food for the week. I'm leaving you some money and a shopping list. Think you can handle being alone all weekend?"

George thought it wouldn't be much different than any of his other fun filled weekends, "No problem. I'll just call all my buddies, get some hotties over here, maybe throw back a few, we can talk about old times," his voice dripped with sarcasm.

"Well just make sure you get pictures of those hotties so you can make us some money on the Internet," she said without any sarcasm at all.

Hayley piped up, "Don't mention hotties and the Internet in the same sentence mom, or George isn't gonna make it into work at all today." This comment surprised George, both for its bite and its wit. For an 11 year-old she was remarkably knowing; and remarkably annoying as well.

His other sister Corina asked, "What does masturbate mean mommy?"

"Hayley, be nice to your brother, he's the only one you're ever gonna get. And Corina, how old are you now, five? You'll learn when you're older," said Jessica. 

Hayley rolled her eyes, and when their mother was turned away, stuck her tongue out at George. Corina pouted so hard that George was sure her bottom lip was going to turn inside out.

His sister's attitudes were tiresome. He ignored them and grabbed his lunch. "Alright you little rotten bundles of happiness, we need to get out of here. See you on Monday, mom." He said as he headed for the door. The girls gathered up all the stuff they would need for camp and scampered after him.

His mom called out to him, "Bye honey, I love you."

Without looking back, George waved.

Despite his best efforts to make it to work on time he still pulled up to the Stafford College Wellness Center ten minutes late. This was partly due to the fact that the traffic was not cooperating, but mostly due to his sisters heckling him the whole time with a new song about his nickname. He ended up missing a crucial turn after they threw a balled up piece of paper at him. With his day already off to such an annoying start, he had trouble imagining it could get much worse.

He walked his sisters to the day camp meeting area where the other campers were already lining up to go off to their first activity. The girls quickly dashed off to their respective groups.

Before George could leave for the pool area where he worked, his eyes caught sight of the Jr. counselor in Corina's group. Her name was Karen. She was so beautiful George: shoulder length brown hair, almond shaped brown eyes, and a mesmerizing figure. She made a habit of wearing really short shorts to work, which accentuated her lovely legs. She always wore her camp tee shirt with a knot in the back to pull it tight across her front, letting it hug her every curve.

Perhaps what was most attractive about her to George was how kind she always was. As one of the Jr. Counselors for the youngest group of campers, Karen always wore a pretty smile and spoke in a sing-song voice. Never once did she join in on the heckling he got from other less cordial coworkers. Whenever he waved hello, she waved back and smiled at him. It wasn't much, but it always brightened up his mood.

Today, however, something seemed to be bothering her. When he waved, Karen didn't wave back, but rather avoided his gaze. George detected a hint of shame in her eyes, which made him wonder what such a beautiful woman could possibly be ashamed of. He found himself sinking lower as one of his few sources of joy was denied. Seeing no point in being any later, he quickly marched off towards the pool area to face the inevitable wrath of his boss, Linda.

Sure enough, as soon as he stepped through the glass door that led into the Olympic sized pool area, Linda assaulted him with a well deserved scolding. 

"Damnit George. Get your ass in here," she yelled. 

The rest of his coworkers were already in their swim suits and lifeguard shirts for the morning meeting. All the lifeguard stations had been set up and the ropes separating the deep end from the shallow end had been spread across the pool. 

"This is the third time in as many weeks that you have walked in here more than 30 minutes late. You are really testing my patience young man."

"I know Ma'am, I'm really sorry."

"What, that's it? You're sorry? You're not going to blame it on traffic this time? Maybe you would like to blame this one on your sisters again."

George just looked at the ground. Or at least, that's what he appeared to be looking at. He couldn't ignore how hot Linda was. She was in her early thirties but she took excellent care of her body and it made her look much younger. She was the tallest woman George knew. He guessed she was about six feet tall. She had a bronze all-over tan and wavy black hair all the way down to the curve of her back. Her breasts were round and perky. Though if he had to guess, he would swear they were fake, due to their lack of bounce and constantly hard nipples. He had heard rumors that she used to be a fitness model when she was younger. But she never talked about it, and nobody ever found proof on the Internet.

"Well?" she asked harshly.

"I don't have a good excuse," he said as he did his best to avoid eye contact. "It won't happen again."

"It better not. Now go sit down."

George took his place in the wooden bleachers with the rest of the lifeguards. He heard a few whispers over the sound of the water pumps followed by some snickers but couldn't make out what was said. Linda continued with the morning meeting.

"Okay, so before that unpleasantness, we were deciding who was going to fill in for Torrie this afternoon. Thanks for volunteering George."

"Wait, what?" said a bewildered George.

"Is that a problem? Or should I find someone to fill in for you. Maybe someone who can get here on time."

Cornered, George just hung his head and nodded. The late shift was the worst assignment because it was incredibly boring. After all the campers went home, one of the camp lifeguards was expected to stay and keep the pool open for the college staff and the students. But rarely did anyone ever use the pool after three in the afternoon. If anyone did, it was either old ladies or drunk college kids. The latter of which delighted in breaking every pool rule there was. The only good part about about being the closer was that he could sleep in, because he didn't have to come in until lunchtime. But George would have to stay until the pool closed at seven. He cringed at the thought of his already long day getting longer.

"Okay, Michelle and Danielle, you're on the diving board. George, Russell and Rocko are in the shallow end. Erica, Beth, Christine, and Eric, you have the deep end. It's Friday so no lessons today, all free swim. Also, Gordon has been breathing down my neck about guards with no guard shirts on. I'm looking at you Rocko."

"Yeah, yeah," said a deep, condescending voice from the top of the bleachers. Rocko lounged lazily, shirt off, his arms behind his head. Even though the pool was indoors he always wore shades. George had guessed they came in handy for quick naps and for ogling the other counselors and guards. George didn't particularly like Rocko, mostly because the guy was a prick, but also because he and Karen had started dating at the beginning of the summer. Though, it would be hard to believe by the way Rocko acted around anyone with breasts.

"I'm not kidding Rock," Linda continued, "I'm really tired of hearing G-man's belly-aching. Put the damn shirt on."

Rocko just sighed and reached for his guard shirt. He muttered something incomprehensible under his breath before finally pulling it out of his bag.


A Beautiful Wish Ch. 00



From the stairs leading down into the locker room, George could hear the first groups of campers getting ready for their time in the pool. "Alright everyone, kiddies are here," said Linda, "let's try and have a good Friday."

The day progressed slowly and uneventfully. New groups of campers filed in every hour as the previous groups left to go on to their next activities. Though the pool was olympic size and maybe slightly larger thanks to the diving area. It always seemed to be teeming with children end to end. They reminded George of ducklings. They bobbed and floated on foam noodles, and followed each other around in long lines. It was like they were in a race to see who could have the most fun. He thought about joining them. But that would mean taking off his shirt. 

The pool was housed in a large atrium, with windows in three directions and a domed glass roof. They provided a pleasant view of the surrounding pine forests and clear summer skies. Most people enjoyed the feeling of being comfortably inside, but also in line of sight of nature. George thought it looked like a giant fishbowl.

George was a lifeguard, but his real job was teaching them all how to swim. He really liked that part. Even though he was out of shape and overweight, he was an absolute fish in the water. His prowess was immediately apparent to Linda when she had first hired him. Right away, she gave him an opportunity to teach the advanced swimming class. Along with a higher pay rate, he also got to choose his shifts and his assignments. However, his frequent late arrivals chewed up most of his leeway, and he ended up getting whatever was leftover most of the time.

Nevertheless, he was fond of the children and he loved teaching them. This made Fridays tough, because all he could really do was sit there and watch. It wasn't all bad. He had taught most of the kids how to swim, and most of them were fairly competent this far into the summer. Situations that required actual rescues were so infrequent that he felt comfortable in letting his attention slide.

Instead, he shifted his attention to the women sprinkled around the edges of the pool. The closest from his position was Erica. She was the homecoming queen at her high school, for good reason. She had short brown hair, high cheekbones, and great curves. Her hips were always what struck him. She would periodically stand up indulge in a long stretch, which showed off the flare of her hips and her flat stomach. Her bathing suits were usually two-pieces with tube tops which had a habit of falling down when she went off the diving board; much to her chagrin and the guys' amusement. Though George could tell she loved the attention. He knew that Erica wasn't so stupid as to wear a faulty swimsuit unless she liked it that way.

After her was Beth. Beth was slightly younger than most of the other guards, but just as beautiful. She had dirty blond hair, which she usually wore up in a bun, and a tight perky body. Her best feature was her cute face. It was freckly and soft, with a slightly up turned nose. She had a flirty playfulness about her that had Rocko and the other male guards counting down the days until she turned eighteen. There had been many what-if sessions among the male members of the staff about being her first. George never participated in those chats partly because he wasn't really chummy with any of the guys, but mostly because he liked Beth. He didn't want to see her as a future piece of meat. But even George would admit that if he had the chance with Beth, he would take it.

Down the line was Christine. There was no mistaking Christine, nobody had breasts that large. She had obvious Scandinavian features: long blond hair, milky white skin, and a bodacious body. While all the guards where well-endowed, Christine was in a league all her own. No matter what boring one-piece suit she tried to hide behind, her heavy, swaying breasts always seemed eager to make their presence felt. She was known as something of a prude, and wore very conservative clothing outside work. A golden cross hung around her neck; George thought to broadcast her piety, perhaps. But all it ever really did was draw more attention to the two large globes cradling it.

Erica and Beth had made it their mission to bring Christine out of her shell. They had succeeded to a degree, and Christine was learning to deal with the affect she had on men. Though she was still shy, she was beginning to loosen up, and every guy she worked with had taken notice. 

Lastly were the twins, Michelle and Danielle. Those two terrors were notorious for their weekend exploits, to the point where half the Monday morning meeting was devoted to what they did. And more often than not, who they did. As identical twins, they were completely indistinguishable and inseparable. Both had long straight orange-red hair and wore entirely too much makeup, even in the pool area. While George thought they were sexy in that naughty sort of way, the twins were cruel and shallow. Much of the grief George took from his coworkers came from them. They delighted in spreading rumors about him. Their favorite being a juicy tidbit they got from his sister about a certain shower incident. Their favorite way of passing the time involved inserting different people or objects into the story to get it sufficiently embarrassing, before distributing it to all the other guards and counselors.

George would cheat quick glances at the women whenever the opportunity presented itself. As he became more and more bored, he took more risks and let his glances turn into full on ogles. Erica finally caught him, and in retaliation, sent one of the campers over to give him a quick accidental splash that soaked his guard shirt. Erica just laughed and shook her head. George got the hint and focused his attention back on the pool.

Corina's group came in just before lunch and Karen along with her. George always looked forward to these times because Karen always went into the water with her campers. She would help them swim or play games with them. All the while she would dazzle George with her beautiful body. But once again, his joy was denied him. Instead of entering the pool with her campers, she went up to the top corner of the bleachers where they intersected the wall. She folded her arms around her chest and scrunched her legs up to her torso, much like she was in the fetal position. George was getting worried. It was clear that something was bothering her. He resolved to ask her about it at lunch time.

At last, the first half of the day ended, and everyone made for their lunches. As the campers scurried downstairs to the locker rooms, Karen hovered in the entry way, herding them towards their gender's proper destination. As the last one entered George made his move and sidled up to Karen.

"Um... ," he began.

"Yes?" she asked quickly.

"Sorry, I just... you seemed to be having a rough day today. I was wondering if you needed someone to talk to about it or whatever," his face hung low in slight embarrassment.

Any pleasant facade she was clinging to disappeared. But she managed to force a smile for him. "That's really sweet of you George, but I'm fine."

"Are you sure?" he asked quietly.

"Yeah..." she almost whispered it, but recovered, "I mean, yes. I'm really okay." She tried to look at him, but immediately dropped her eyes in shame. "I just had a rough night last night, I don't really want to bore you with the details," she said unconvincingly.

Lacking the confidence to press the issue further, he settled on an open invitation. "Okay, well, if you decide that boring someone is exactly what you want to do, I'm easy to get a rise out of."

She let out a quiet sigh. "Thanks George," she said. His attempt at humor had no obvious effect on her mood. She turned to go into the locker room but stopped just before she made it to the door. "George, can I ask you something?"

"Uh, yeah!" he said a little too enthusiastically.

She paused, like she was trying to figure out how she should ask it. Finally, she looked him in the eyes, and asked, "Why can't more guys be like you?"

He thought for a moment, and shuffled his weight before answering. He had the feeling she wasn't flirting with him, and needed a real answer. Finally, he said, "Because if they were, you wouldn't date them."

It was her turn to ponder for a moment. "Are we really that screwed up?" she pleaded softly.

He didn't know how to answer her, but opened his mouth as he began to try.

"No, forget I said anything." She moved quickly to the door, but turned back as she was about to enter. Her eyes were beginning to tear up. "See you around," she managed. Her voiced cracked a little. She turned and left, with George alone in the entry way. 

Feeling stupid for having tried, he made his way into the boy's locker room and grabbed his lunch. However, his stomach ached in failure, and he found his appetite leaving him. He put the lunch back after deciding to spend his break somewhere quiet. He found a secluded seat down the hall from the pool and stared out a window. After making sure that nobody was around to hear him, he let himself try to find solace in his song. It didn't work this time. He couldn't make it past the slow beginning without feeling worse.

The second half of the day progressed just as agonizingly slow as the first half; with the added torture for George in the realization that he still had another half to go after that one. After his lunch time failure, George was so crestfallen that he didn't even bother trying to sneak glances at the other guards. He kept his eyes down at the pool. But his mind was elsewhere. He kept trying to figure out a way to help Karen without hurting her or himself. But every time he came up with a possible solution, it evaporated whenever it inevitably steered him towards direct intervention. He was convinced that anything involving him actually saying something to her or doing something for her was across some line. The only time he broke out of his funk was when Karen's group entered for their second swim period, but he quickly returned to it when she avoided him.

Finally, the last swimming period ended. The campers gathered their towels and left the pool area while the lifeguards put away the guard stations and rescue equipment. All except George, his station would be left up for the late shift. He stepped quickly to the locker room for a quick bathroom break before his third shift started. As he was washing his hands, he heard Rocko, Russell, and Eric enter after all the campers had finally left. Immediately, Rocko began to recount the events of the previous night's date with Karen as the other guys listened intently. George went to his locker on the far wall away from them and listened, despite his dislike of anything that came out of Rocko's mouth.

"So first I took her to that new water park up in Bayside right. I tell ya, that girl fills out a fuckin' bikini. She looked so fuckin' hot and I could tell she was real into me right. So I'm takin her home and I decided to stop at that lookout over the cliffs. We start makin' out like crazy. I'm tellin' you guys, those tits are amazing!" He made hand gestures indicating a set of breasts at least twice as large as Karen's, but Russell and Eric ooed and awed nonetheless.

"So we're makin' out right. Well I start movin' down to the promised land, and the bitch starts playin' hard to get. Sayin' she wasn't ready or whatever. I played it cool, lay'd a bit of the Rocko style on her. She kept tryin' to act like she wasn't into it, but I got my fingers in there. She was squirmin' all over the place."

"Dude!" said Eric, his eyes wide with curiosity. "What happened next?"

"Well after that she started sayin' she wanted to go home. But I wanted to see how far she'd go. I mean, fuck! I've taken her out three times! She could at least give me a blowjob or something," he shrugged. "She offered to jerk me off, so I let her do that. It wasn't bad, but I'm done with this pussy shit. I'm goin' all the way this weekend."

George was facing away from them, but even a blind man could have seen his disgust. No wonder Karen was in such a sour mood, she had been date raped the night before. And what was worse, Rocko didn't even think it was wrong. He just shook his head. 

Rocko noticed this and called him out, "Hey fatboy! You got a fuckin' problem?"

George slammed his locker shut. He forgot his timid nature and said with as much bite as he could, "You raped her you asshole."

"I'm not a fuckin' idiot Shamu. She offered. I just accepted it." 

George was getting more and more angry, and struggled not to raise his voice. "And you don't see a problem with that?"

"Don't give me that shit!" yelled Rocko. "All these sluts are into it. They just gotta act like they aren't. It's part of the game. Not like you would know."

"You think Karen sees it that way?" Suddenly, George became aware that Eric was circling around to his right.

Rocko stepped forward, his chest out. "Who's gonna ask her?" 

Realizing there was no way out of this without some sort of physical altercation, George raised his clenched fists in as good a fighting stance as he knew how. The other guys just laughed. "Look boys, ol' Shamu here is gonna kick our ass."

"C'mon Rocko," interrupted Russell, "leave the guy alone."

Quicker then George could react, Rocko punched him hard in the eye, knocking him to the floor in the process. Rocko and Eric stood over him and laughed some more. "Fuckin' bitch!" shouted Rocko. Eric snorted deep for a big loogey and spit right in George's hair. Rocko and Eric high-fived each other and made for the exit. Russell looked down at George and sighed. He turned around and chased after his friends.

George sat on the locker room floor for what seemed like days. His head throbbed from the shiner that he could feel forming over his left eye. But that pain was nothing next to the broken slivers of his shattered pride stabbing him like knives. The feeling ran right into his core and didn't allow him to move.

Suddenly, a realization came to him so hard, it almost felt like he was punched a second time in the gut: there wasn't anything he could do to stop Rocko from hurting Karen again, or any other girl for that matter. He felt completely worthless. Apart from his father dying eleven years ago, this day had become the worst day of his life.

Eventually, he did get up. He hobbled over to a sink and washed the spit out of his hair. He examined his new black eye. It was pretty pronounced, even with his longer then average hair, he wouldn't be able to cover it up. With nothing left to do but get back to work, he composed himself as best he could, and headed back up to the pool area.

As he reached the locker room entry-way he almost slammed into Karen, who seemed to be heading in the same direction.

"Oh, sorry George. Um, one of my kids left a towel behind and... oh my god!" she said as she caught a glimpse of his black eye. "What happened to you? Are you Okay?" she lifted a delicate hand to his face to brush his hair away and get a better look.

George recoiled at her touch, she being the last person he wanted to see him like this. "I'm alright. I slipped on the floor and hit my head on a bench." He looked away from her and hurried up the stairs. 

"W-wait!" she called.

George stopped and listened, but didn't turn back.

She hesitated before asking, "D-do you mind if I grab that towel?"

George frowned. "You can do whatever, I don't care."

"Okay," she whispered, her voice cracking again.

Predictably, the 3rd shift was completely devoid of any swimmers, leaving George alone with his thoughts. As the hours rolled by and the sun sank low enough to shine directly into the pool area, George thought very seriously about quitting There seemed to be nothing for him there. But then he thought about what he would do if he left. It wasn't like he had somewhere else to go. The loneliness was profound, and George wondered if it would ever end.

The beauty of the setting sun sat in direct opposition to his mood. The reddish gold rays mixed with the water to create dazzling patterns on the walls and ceilings. He put his arms on the window sill and nestled his chin on his knuckles to better watch the show. He would have liked to have been able to share that with someone. But his loneliness only deepened. With no other recourse, he started to hum his song. He didn't get far. Each time he began, his voice broke. And each time he felt the loneliness intensify. Eventually, he gave up. Not even his song could help him anymore.

He let a few tears escape from his good eye. At that moment he needed someone, anyone, to be there with him, to show him something different. He called out in his mind. There were no real words, only the sound of his sorrow echoing through his being, aching for release.

From the stairs leading down into the locker room came sandaled footsteps. George immediately broke from his perch on the sill, heading instead for a spot on the wooden bleachers. He wiped his tears away and tried to look as casual as he could for his latest charges. Just as he got settled, a man emerged from the stairway.

He was handsome and tall, looked to be in his late twenties, and walked with supreme confidence. He wasn't cocky like Rocko, but dignified and strong. He strode right past the log book that all swimmers after hours had to sign as they entered and left, leading George to believe that this man was not affiliated with the college. He would have to have known at least that much. Instead, the man smiled and gave George a friendly wave. George followed him.

"Sir?" he called out. "Sorry, but you need to sign the log book first. And I need to see your school ID before you can use the facilities."

"Oh. Well, actually, I don't have one. I don't work here or anything. You see my girlfriend and I were driving by and she suddenly got the idea in her head that she needed to go swimming. Do you think that maybe, just this once..." he said imploringly.

George thought about it, but not for long. He looked at the clock on the wall. There was only an hour left, and he decided he could use the company. His boss had gone home anyway. And since he felt like quitting, he found himself having a hard time caring what rules he broke. 

"Yeah sure, it's cool, as long you guys don't make too much of a ruckus."

"It'll be like we were never here, I promise," he said with a twinkle in his eye.

Suddenly, George could hear rapid footsteps from behind him. Before he could turn around to see what made them, the most unbelievably gorgeous woman that George had ever laid eyes on pranced up to the man, and kissed him lovingly on the cheek before affixing herself to his arm. Her red gold hair seemed to blend in with the light of the sunset around them and framed her beautiful face. Her eyes, a dark green, were unguarded and happy, almost whimsical. Her hunter green bikini left little to the imagination. Her body was flawless with almost impossible proportions. George couldn't help but stare.

"Who's this Jack?" she asked with a pretty smile.

"Oh actually, we haven't met. My name is Jack, and this is Jennifer." He extended his hand for a shake.

"George," he said as he shook Jack's hand. He then extended his hand to Jennifer.

She took it gladly. She gazed at him thoughtfully, as if she were trying to read his mind. Finally, she smiled and said, "It's so wonderful to meet you." Before letting go of his hand, she turned it over and examined it thoroughly. "Such wonderful hands. Strong, but with a light touch. I bet your girlfriend must love these."

While George got the impression that he was supposed to be flattered by her attention, he found himself not wanting it. He liked her enough to be sure, but he felt like she was trying to tease him a bit. After the day's events, he wasn't interested in being toyed with. Shifting back to business, he took his hand back and continued.




A Beautiful Wish Ch. 00



"Um... like I told Jack, I don't mind if you use the pool as long as you don't break too many rules. Pool closes in an hour..."

"Oh my!" she gasped. "What happened to your eye? That looks so painful!"

Like Karen, she tried to move his hair out of the way to get a better look. He immediately recoiled. He turned his left eye out of view. "It's no big deal really, this deck gets slippery sometimes and I hit my eye on the bleachers after a spill. Happens all the time."

But Jack and Jennifer looked genuinely concerned. Jennifer returned to Jack's side and the two looked at him in silence for a few seconds. Feeling very embarrassed, George just turned away and said, "I'll let you know when I have to close up." 

He walked back to his place on the bleachers. Though he liked these people, he didn't want more pity. He just wanted to get through the day so he could spend his weekend alone, in peace. The couple seemed to realize that they had got all they were going to get out of George. They found a place across the pool from him to set down their belongings.

Despite their early enthusiasm, the couple didn't seem to do much swimming. They just waded in the shallow end, staying very close to each other, never breaking physical contact. George envied them. He paid close attention to the intimate way they touched and embraced. They were completely in love and every action seemed to reaffirm it. Eventually, they stopped moving all together, and just held each other in the far corner of the pool. From his angle George could see Jennifer's face as she looked intently into Jack's eyes. They looked like they were having a very important discussion. But there were no words.

George got the impression that what he was witnessing was very private and sacred, that he shouldn't be watching them anymore. He turned away, and shifted his attention to the last vestiges of the fading light. He felt compelled to make a wish, something that he hadn't dared do since he lost his father. He wished that someday, he could find a love like the one they had. He wished someone would look into his eyes the way Jennifer looked into Jack's. Without thinking, George began to hum his song again. This time, it had its intended effect. He still felt miserable, but now he knew what true love looked like. It wasn't much, but it was enough to get him through the day.

Eventually, seven o'clock rolled around, and George announced that he had to shut down the pool. The two swimmers quickly dried themselves off and headed towards the locker room. Before leaving, Jack walked up to George and shook his hand again. "Thanks again for letting us use the pool, Genie here can get a little impulsive at times." Jennifer gave him a playful nudge in his ribs and giggled.

"It's no problem, I'm glad you guys came actually," said George. "This place can get a little lonely in the afternoon."

Jennifer left Jack's side and strode slowly towards George. With grace he had never witnessed, she moved her hands to his face and gazed lovingly into his soul. George was paralyzed, not by fear, but by some enchantment emanating from her eyes. She leaned forward softly and kissed his cheek. 

She traveled to his ear, and whispered, "The most beautiful wishes always come true." 

She backed away from him until she was at Jack's side. "Good luck, George. I hope I see you again someday." She waved, and the two left quickly and quietly.

George stood there dumbfounded. What had happened didn't feel real. It felt like a dream, and he found himself at a loss to remember everything that had just happened. Details about the two seemed to disappear as quickly as he could latch onto them. The last thing he could remember of them before all memory of their passing was erased, was her eyes. He couldn't forget those eyes. But even as he swore not to, they too were gone. He was alone again, as surely as the couple had never existed. 

Feeling suddenly empty but not understanding why, he looked up at the clock and realized that it was time to close the pool. He made his final rounds and as he approached the far corner of the pool, he noticed that someone had left behind a strange stringed instrument. It resembled a guitar in that it had frets and strings, with knobs to tune them. But the odd little guitar had two smaller wooden acoustic chambers instead of one. Stretched across the face was some sort of animal skin that George could not place. At the top was a masterfully carved ivory image of a woman. 

Dismayed by the fact that lost and found was closed, and leaving it there over the weekend would by no means guarantee that it would still be there on Monday, he decided to take it home with him. Maybe on Monday he could find the strange soul who would leave such a beautiful object behind. He finished putting everything away and headed home.

His house was dark. With his mother and sisters gone for the weekend, his home felt cold and derelict. Even when he turned on the lights in the kitchen and started making a turkey sandwich for dinner, the house felt like nobody had lived in it for years. He guessed that his mood was influencing his perception in some way and he forced the feeling from his mind. Instead, he got out the strange looking guitar and examined it more closely.

Again his attention was drawn to the carving of the woman at the top. It was almost hypnotic in its complexity. The woman's hair was so well realized that it almost seemed to move. She was at a profile view, her eyes were closed, and her hands were folded together as if she were praying. She wore a heavenly, contented smile. George reached out and traced the lines in the carving with his large fingers and imagined for a second that the woman in the carving was real.

He then examined the different sweeping patterns on the underside of the instrument, which blended around its curves. They rose as one up the frets and melded into the woman's hair at the top. There were no identifying marks from any company, or a "Made in China" plastered on the bottom. He thought that it must have been very old. 

Again, he tried to remember who had been at the pool that day. Try as he might, he couldn't remember anyone entering the pool during the afternoon shift. Surely it wasn't something one of the kids brought in for show and tell; a child couldn't really appreciate something so well made. George took a look around to see if anyone was watching him, which he immediately thought to be stupid since he was completely alone, then strummed one of the strings lightly.

It sounded strangely familiar to George even though it was unlike any instrument he had ever heard before. It made a harsher sound than his own guitar, but after he plucked a few more notes in succession it became quite soothing.

He finished his sandwich and took the strange instrument up the stairs to his bedroom. He tried very hard to remember who had been at the pool that day. It wasn't there when he started his third shift, he was quite certain of that. Yet no one had come in all afternoon. Eventually, he figured it didn't really matter. He would surely find whoever it was on Monday.

He ignored the instrument and logged on to his computer. He checked his email (there wasn't any), then went to his favorite video game news site and started checking out the day's articles. He became bored with this quickly and glanced back at the odd guitar as it leaned against his desk. The face on the top seemed to be moving, but when he blinked and looked more closely nothing seemed to be out of the ordinary. He decided he needed to leave it alone, so he picked it up and placed it on top of his bookcase. He sat back down at his desk and played a video game on his computer. Absently, he hummed his tune. A few hours went by in blissful escapism.

During a break in the action on screen, he reached for his desk lamp to turn down the light when he noticed that the little guitar was leaning against his desk again, the woman facing him. He leapt up from his chair and backed away from it. After a few moments of panic, he began making sense of his thoughts. The instrument couldn't have moved by itself, but he knew that he had put it on the bookshelf. 

After he was satisfied that it wasn't going to move again, he slowly moved closer. He got out a pencil from his desk drawer and cautiously poked one of the frets with the eraser end, knocking it over. He leapt back again in anticipation of some sort of retaliation, but the instrument just sat there.

He sat back down in his chair and rubbed his aching head. Suddenly, from the corner of his eye he noticed a movement from the woman's face. When he looked, he was sure that it was moving.

From out of nowhere, he had the undeniable urge to play it. He lifted it up carefully and sat at the foot of his bed. He plucked each string deliberately, as he mentally mapped out the notes in his head. Luckily, it wasn't played much differently than his own guitar, though its sound was something completely different. As he fiddled with the notes he felt his mood change with each one. The higher notes made him feel calm and pensive, the lower notes made him feel powerful and strong. Very soon, he felt he had a grasp on what the strange guitar was capable of. And after a few twists of the large wooden knobs at the top, he was fairly confident he had it set at its peak performance.

He silenced the instrument and then thought about what he should play. All the songs he knew were made to be played on a guitar, and he didn't think they would sound right on this particular instrument. But then he remembered his own song and was curious as to what it would sound like.

He began the slow, sorrowful beginning, and watched in amazement as the face began to open its eyes. Startled, George stopped playing, and the carving went back to its original state. He started again, and the face moved like it had before. George didn't stop this time. He kept playing through the beginning and moved on through the hopeful rhythm. The woman became alert and gazed at George lovingly as he played. The strange guitar began to shake slightly as the vibrations from the strings reverberated up the wooden frets and into the ivory carving.

Finally, the crescendo echoed through his room, and the carving cracked wide up its center. A glowing pink vapor sprung forth and surrounded him. It penetrated his nose and mouth and eyes. His vision blurred and started to get black around the edges. He realized he was passing out, but found himself unable to fight it. He fell back on to his bed and dropped the odd guitar to the floor.



A Beautiful Wish Ch. 01



Chapter 1: Waking from Reality

George lazily opened his eyes to the sight of the ceiling fan in his room spinning slowly overhead. Its hypnotic circles threatened to put him to sleep again. He turned to the alarm clock next to the bed, it read just past 1:00 am. He turned back to the ceiling fan and let out another deep breath as he rubbed his face, immediately grimacing in pain as he remembered his black eye.

He laid there a moment trying to get his bearings. The last thing he remembered was playing on his computer. He looked to his desk and noticed the game was still paused, waiting for him to rejoin. looking down at himself, he noticed he was still in his clothes. He sat up, again rubbing his eyes, and swung his legs to the side of the bed to stand up.

He rose, and was about to head to the bathroom when a quiet voice came from the corner of the room.

"Hello, Master," said the voice.

Startled, George spun around in the direction of the voice. But he slipped on a sheet and tumbled to the ground before he could get a good look. He landed on the floor next to his bed just in front of the small wooden instrument. From the corner of the room came a cute sounding giggle. He felt fully awake now, but still disoriented from his fall. He picked himself up until his head was just above the edge of the bed. Finally, he got a good look at the intruder.

There in the corner stood a vision so breathtaking that George was frozen in place. It was a woman, more beautiful than any woman he could have ever imagined. She was either eighteen or nineteen, no older than George. Her golden brown, honey colored hair hung down to the middle of her back. It was straight for the most part, but seemed to feather out in a few spots. Even in the manufactured light of his room, her hair caught it and shined like a nimbus around her.

A few strands rebelled and hung across her face, which was home to the most enchanting pair of eyes. They were both sweet and exotic, sky blue and soul-stealing. Her full lips formed an amused and happy smile. Everything from her eyebrows, to her ears, down to her chin spoke of innocence and contentment, but also of sensuality and mischief. He gazed at her in bewilderment for a few moments, but she didn't seem to mind at all. She stood in the corner patiently, letting him come to grips with every aspect of her beauty.

George's eyes lowered to her shoulders and arms, followed by her chest and tummy. She was both lithe and curvaceous, impossibly proportioned. Her breasts were large, but her waist was slim, accentuating the flare of her hips. Her skin was only slightly tan and flawless in every way. However, he could see very little of what he wanted to see through the silky, diaphanous dress she wore.

He suddenly realized that he had stared far longer than was appropriate, but she didn't make any protests. She blushed a little, but she seemed to be enjoying his attention. She was like something out of his dreams. He realized that must be what she was, just a dream. 

His wits returned to him and his brain became flooded with questions. Who was she? What was she doing here? How had she gotten in? He meant to verbalize one question but couldn't decide which and so verbalized them all.

"Whahuhwhat?" he said. He realized quickly that he hadn't said anything coherent and started over. She brought her hand to her mouth and giggled another cute giggle. 

"Who are you?" he finally asked.

"I am whoever you wish me to be, Master. I am your personal genie servant, your able and willing companion. I am, from this moment on, yours, to do with as you please," she said, like that was something people said to each other every day.

George was getting concerned that someone was trying to play a prank on him. Or worse, a crazy woman had found her way to his room. "Umm, are you sure?"

She tilted her head a bit and gave him a puzzled look, "Yes of course, Master. You know the song, yes?"

The song. His song. Everything was starting to come back to him. He had played his song on the funny looking guitar before he passed out. "Yeah, I remember that much."

She smiled. Her smile made him want to drop to his knees and worship her. "Then my destiny is set, I am yours." She bowed elegantly, "What do you wish of me, Master?"

For George, the illusion and fantasy were gone. It was clear to George that this woman was pulling his leg. "Okay, who put you up to this?" he said as he looked around for something that looked like a hidden camera. "Was it Rocko? If it was Rocko you can tell him he made his point," he said with no attempt at hiding his agitation. After the day he just had he couldn't believe that someone would go to all that trouble just to make him feel worse.

She got a worried look on her face and said, "I am sorry, Master, but I do not know who this Rocko person is. I assure you this is no trick. It is forbidden for a genie servant to lie to her master, even if the master wished it."

George didn't believe her. No woman would ever just submit to him unless they were being paid, or they were doing someone a favor. He continued to search his room for some kind of hidden camera, but his search came up empty. He looked out his window expecting to find a strange vehicle parked out front, but saw only his car. He left his room and searched the house for someone who would be waiting to catch him in the act of doing something, but the house was just as empty as he had left it.

With his searching in vein, he went back upstairs to his room. The young woman was still there in the corner. She looked nervous and apprehensive, like she had done something wrong. He approached cautiously, stopping a few feet away from her. George noticed that she was as tall as his chin. She looked up at him for a split second, but then lowered her eyes in submission.

"Okay, fine, if you really are my genie, do you grant me wishes or something?"

"Yes, Master," she said.

"So like, if I wish for a million dollars, a big pile of money will appear, just like that?" he asked incredulously.

"No, Master. Forgive me for not explaining. My powers are vast, yes, but are tied specifically to the realm of physical pleasure, sexual desire, and all things to do with love. Any wish you make of this nature I can grant you."

He raised an eyebrow, "Really?"

She looked up into his eyes, and said with more sincerity than he had ever seen, "Yes, Master. For you, I would do anything that would please you. It is my purpose, and I will do it gladly."

Intrigued and aroused, George thought that if this was some sort of dream, he had really outdone himself this time. "Okay, Genie, prove it," he said simply.

"Master?" she tilted her head in slight confusion.

"You heard me, if you are a genie or whatever, prove it. Show me some genie power." His hands made gestures like he was casting a spell.

Without saying a word, she brought a delicate hand up to his black eye. She covered it for a moment and pulled away.

The pain he had felt up until then was suddenly gone, and blinking became effortless again. He slapped his own hand on his eye in astonishment and turned to the mirror over his dresser. His eye looked completely normal like nothing had ever happened. 

"Holy shit," he muttered. He turned back to her, "How did you do that?"

She giggled again, "I used some of my 'genie power', Master." She repeated his hand gestures from before. "That was not a sexual wish, but keeping you healthy is within the scope of my powers."

He was stunned. She couldn't really be a genie, they only existed in mythology. But she had healed him, as easily as she was wiping away an eyelash. There was no mistaking what she had done. As much as he wanted to disbelieve, he couldn't ignore the evidence. But then he remembered, this could still be a dream. He did have an over active imagination. He figured he must have fallen asleep at his desk while fighting genies in his game. But he decided to see where this new dream was going. He thought that It couldn't be any worse than reality.

"Okay, well played genie. So what do we do now?"

She took a step forward and looked up at him with a playful smile. "Anything, Master," she began counting on her fingers, "we can talk, or make love. I could give you massage, or perhaps I could bring you to orgasm with my mouth. You need only wish it, and It will be done."

Feeling uncomfortable and nervous at her proximity and her speech, he could only gulp. "I, uh, I've never... ya know, done... that," he stammered.

She brought her graceful hands up to his thick arms. "I know Master. It is the same with me. I did not exist until you opened my vessel." She took hold of his hands and pulled them around her trim waist, then moved her hands to his shoulders. "But, there is nothing in this world that I would rather do. Fulfilling your every wish is my most heartfelt desire."

She looked deep into his eyes again. Up close, he noticed that hers were not just blue. They had specs of red and gold mixed in, giving them the look of a sunrise, and they glistened with raw emotion.

George's defenses crumbled, he didn't care if she was a prank or a dream. He just wanted her to keep talking, and keep looking at him. She pushed him gently towards the bed until he was forced to sit down, her eyes never left his. "All you have to do, Master, is wish it, and it will be so."

George was suddenly at a loss for what to say, this woman was offering herself to him in whatever manner he wanted, but like a child in a toy store, he couldn't decide what he wanted more. He eventually decided he wanted to go slow, if this was a dream, he didn't want it to end abruptly like all the others. He wanted her for as long as possible. "I wish... to touch you. I want to touch every inch of you."

He felt a strange but pleasant tingling in his mind and she tilted her head slightly, letting her hair cascade down her shoulder. Her eyes bore into him. "It is my wish also, Master," she said lovingly.

Again, she took George's hands in her own. Her touch was so gentle and light, it was almost like she wasn't touching him at all. But George was much too weak to stop her, even if he wanted to. She guided his hands slowly from her waist, upwards along her sides, then up over the swell of her breasts to her collarbone. She then slipped his fingers under a piece of silky fabric and as she continued to guide him, a strip of cloth followed until it was free and floated softly to the floor.

She gave him a small nod and turned around. She lowered herself to his lap and leaned forward to let her hair fall away from her back. George placed his hands on her shoulders tentatively and began to caress and disrobe her. Strip after strip of the silky fabric floated away as more of her supple skin was revealed. He relished every moment, savoring the experience as if he was unwrapping a gift from a long lost friend, like it was the last gift he would ever receive. It dawned on him that he wouldn't need many more gifts after this.

As the strips from the back of her dress were mostly gone, she leaned back against him to let him work on the front. Her hair fell back over his shoulder. As it did, George leaned in and smelled her. Her scent was sweet, like iced tea on a hot summer day. He drank it in. The feeling of her hair draped over him was so intimate, that he would have been content just to hug. But she kept guiding his hands where they needed to go.

The cloth covering her breasts was last to go. As it left her, she brought his hands over them, letting him touch her to his heart's content. He massaged her breasts lightly at first but increased in intensity as his lust overpowered his fear. She moaned loudly as he grazed her nipples. He realized she was quivering slightly as well. Her breathing became heavy. Her chest heaved in his warm hands. A trickle of perspiration wound its way down through her cleavage.

She began to grind against him, working his cock with her firm behind. He could feel a dampness from between her legs begin to soak through his shorts. Leaving one hand to her breasts, he dropped his other hand down underneath the lower portions of her dress. His fingers reached the small patch of pubic hair and she began to breathe even more heavily, letting out little moans in the process. 

He dipped lower, and his fingertips reached the upper folds of her pussy. She called out to him, "Oh, Master, please touch me." He found her clit and brushed it lightly. She let out small moans of pleasure in a steady progression of intensity. She was getting even more wet as she ground into him hard. He rubbed her clit delicately at first, but it became clear from her constant moaning that she needed more.

She turned to him and again looked to his eyes. "Are you sure you've never done this before, Master?" she said out of breath.

"Only in my dreams," he said. It was the truth, he had dreamed about an encounter like it before, but it had always ended before anything interesting happened.

"Mmm," she purred, "I think my Master has a pretty vivid imagination." She stood up for a moment and repositioned herself so that she was straddling his lap with her knees on the bed. Their eyes locked again. "I am glad," she said, "I hope to make all your dreams come true, Master." She smiled a wicked smile, "But first, Master, I must finish granting you your wish. I believe you have touched less then half of my inches."

He couldn't hold back his nervous laughter. He brought his hands to her waist again and found that he really enjoyed that area of her body. His hands were large enough to reach a good ways around her. It made him feel powerful and manly to grasp her tight. But he did not linger there for long. He brought his shaking hands down to her still fully clothed hips and began to slowly pull away the remaining strips of fabric.

She rested her hands on his shoulders pushing her large orbs together, giving him an amazing view. They stuck out proudly without a hint of sag and were capped with two delicious looking nipples. A strip of the silky fabric came free and George had a great idea. Instead of letting it fall like the others, he slid it up her front and dragged it along her breast, grazing her nipples. He did the same to her other breast and her eyes fluttered.

George couldn't resist any longer and leaned forward to take one into his mouth. She cooed softly as he licked and slurped at her breast. George forgot about disrobing her. Instead, he moved his hands to her back to draw her in more tightly. She ran her fingers through his hair and pushed his face even further into her cleavage. "Oh Master," she breathed as she bit her lip.

He couldn't believe how sensitive she was. Everything he did seemed to make her shiver and moan. He had no experience or lessons in lovemaking. He operated purely on instinct with her sweet voice guiding his tongue. He began to lose himself to lust as he went back to the last of her clothing. His head still clasped to her bosom, he pulled the rest of the silky strands away roughly, letting them joined the rest of her dress on the bedroom floor.

She was moaning loudly, almost screaming, as he licked and sucked and fondled her. "Oh, Master I, how are you doing tha... mmph," her voice was cut off by one of George's fingers. He had reached up to touch her face, but her lips wrapped around him almost immediately. She sucked on it greedily. He imagined it was his cock, which made his real cock twitch. She must have felt it, because she disengaged from his finger and looked at him wide-eyed. "Master, are you hiding something from me?" she asked playfully.

He couldn't help but laugh, "You're my genie, can't you tell?"

"No Master. I was made to respect my master's privacy. I only know what I need to know as it pertains to your wishes." She looked down to the outline of his throbbing cock and then looked back up at him suddenly with a twinkle in her eye, "But I know how I can find out." She reached down and began to rub his erection with her skilled hands. She traced his length and gasped, "Master! You are so big!"

George suddenly felt very self-conscious. Was she really touching him? He silently prayed that this wasn't a dream. He also prayed that he wouldn't cum too soon. He was starting to panic a little.

But the young genie must have noticed. She stopped rubbing him and stood up, giving him an unobstructed view of her flawless form. Aside from a flush in her cheeks she appeared to be quite comfortable. George, on the other hand, was sweating and slightly out of breath. 

She ran her fingertips all over the curves of her body. It was as if she were exploring herself for the first time. George followed them with is eyes, marveling at her perfection. Her hands dropped down past her stomach, and George got his first glimpse of her pussy. Though he had seen a few on the Internet, he was a bit intimidated to see one so close. 

He hadn't been saving himself for any particular reason, other than the fact that no woman had wanted to get this close to him. He desperately wanted his first time to be with this beautiful creature. "Lay down on the bed," he said softly.

She complied immediately. She crawled onto the bed next to him, bending slowly and seductively as she did so. Every move she made seemed intended to turn him on, and she was succeeding brilliantly. She turned over so that she was face up on the bed, and rested her head on his pillow.

George was in awe of her every move, but noticed that she seemed out of place in his messy room. He suddenly felt even more embarrassed. But then he had an idea that could further prove her powers as a genie. "Genie, can you make this place fit the mood a bit better."

"Certainly Master, that fits inside the realm of my abilities. How would you like it to look?"

He thought for a second, but being a guy, he had never really given much thought to interior decoration. He decided that if anyone knew what would fit the mood best, she would. "I'm not really sure. Um... why don't you make it as romantic for us as possible."

She looked at him lovingly, "Thank you Master. I hope you like it." 

He felt a pleasant tingling in his mind again, and the room was transformed in a blink of an eye. It looked much like his old room, but everything was tweaked to look warm and inviting. All of his old furniture was replaced with exquisite pieces one might find in a museum, or a castle. Instead of a floor lamp, the room was lit with candles strategically placed to bathe everything in a pleasant glow. The glow mixed with the moonlight pouring in from the now massive window, giving everything a blue/orange sheen. All the clothes and baubles that had previously covered the floor were clean and in their proper places. His bed now dominated the room. It was huge and covered in the finest satin sheets along with the soft white fur of an animal that George could not place. But by far its best feature was the naked beauty, waiting for him to join her.

George was dumbstruck by the magnitude of the transformation. He had so many questions about her and her abilities. But he was still positively certain that he was dreaming. He didn't want to do anything that might dispel the illusion.

"What do you think, Master?" she asked sweetly.

"That's incredible," he said as he glanced around the room. When his eye's caught her body, he couldn't help himself, "You're incredible."

She blushed. Her whole body seemed to glow in the candlelight. "Thank you very much, Master." George could see a great deal of emotion welled up in her beautiful face. "Master, won't you come lay with me?"

He climbed onto the bed until he was right over top of her, being careful to keep his weight off her. He looked into her eyes again and realized that as beautiful as her body was, it was nothing compared to way she looked at him. She was so happy, so complete. It was as if she had been created just for him. He loved the feeling so much that he lingered there for a few long moments.




A Beautiful Wish Ch. 01



Eventually, they both realized they had stared far longer than originally intended and they both let out nervous laughs. He felt better knowing that she was just as anxious as he was.

"I'll be right back," he said playfully. He quickly dived down to her lower body and continued to fulfill his first wish. She giggled as he left.

He started with her navel and kissed softly all the way to her pelvis. She covered her mouth as she laughed. Apparently, she was very ticklish there. He filed that tidbit away for future reference. He continued down her legs, paying special attention to her inner thighs. Her skin was delightful to George, so supple and smooth. He let his lips lightly graze every inch of her thighs, then lower to her calves and feet. Her ankles, like her wrists, were tiny and delicate. His own hands seemed grossly over-sized compared to her, but it wouldn't have mattered if he was triple her size. His strength had melted away, and all he could do was caress her lightly. He decided to just do what came naturally.

What came naturally to him then was that he had to taste her. He didn't know why. It was as if years of repressed desires were coming out all at once. He wanted to make her feel good. He needed it.

Whatever the reason, he found himself face to face with her pussy. Without further hesitation, he dived in tongue first. He started from the bottom of her labia and worked the folds with his tongue. She became wetter and wetter, and he tasted her for the first time. He had been worried that this would be gross. To his surprise, she didn't taste like anything he could put his finger on. But it was pleasant enough that it quickly became a non-issue.

He let his tongue drag up her folds until he found her clit. He licked and sucked on it like his life depended on it. She gasped and moaned more loudly than ever, "Oh Master! What are you doing, Oh... please don't stop!" He was on fire. He was filled with the sudden desire to make her cum at all costs. She continued to moan and spout out encouragements. He couldn't hear her, his focus was on the task in front of him. He ceased to be himself, and became the instrument of her pleasure.

He inserted his middle finger, and she screamed. Her tight pussy grasped him firmly, sucking him in further. He rubbed inside her gently, and continued to tongue her clit. She was almost crying with pleasure.

"Master! I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna cum!" she screamed. It was music to his ears. It was a victory he had given up on winning.

Suddenly, her whole body quaked and shuddered as she cried out. Her pussy gushed. Her hands gripped his hair and pushed him towards her. George lapped up as much as he could, savoring it as a moment he didn't want to forget. 

Gradually, she went limp. She lay there breathlessly, mouthing incoherent words, her fingers continued to run through his hair. When he felt like it was time, George pulled away and wiped his face on a nearby sheet.

He then moved back to where he could be face to face with her again, but he wasn't prepared for what he saw. Tears were welling up and cascading down her beautiful face. Though she was quite flushed, she didn't seem to be in any pain. Nevertheless, George was worried that he had crossed a line.

"Are you alright?" he asked. "I'm sorry, that was my first time ever doing that, I didn't mean to... "

She shushed him and said, "No Master, you did not hurt me. What you did was quite wonderful." Her voice cracked noticeably.

"Then why are you crying?" he asked nervously.

"I am crying because I am so happy." A new tear wound its way down her cheek. "You see, it is not required that a Master give his genie servant so much pleasure. You could have done anything you wanted to me: negligence, humiliation, torture. You could even destroy me if that is your wish. It has been done, and is accepted. But you chose to give me a wonderful gift, and even if you never choose to do so again, I will treasure this always. Thank you so much. Master."

George was appalled, "Destroy you? I could never do something like that, even if you say I could."

"I know Master. Your thoughts are not for yourself, they are for others. And tonight they were for me, as mine are for you. I am truly grateful it was you who knew the song."

George was floored. His certainty that this was a dream was beginning to waver. He could have never come up with a dream like this in a million years. She truly believed she was his slave. He couldn't be sure if she was real or not. He figured that in case this wasn't a dream he should be the man he always wanted to be. He had always dreamed of being the noble knight who took the high road, and never faltered. He would start then, with her.

"Listen, Genie, I don't really understand what is going on. This is all happening so fast, I'm just trying to keep up with you right now. I'm not even sure I believe any of this." He took a breathe. "But, I won't destroy you. I won't do anything you don't want. You can walk away right now, or whenever. That's up to you. Alright?"

Her eyes were the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. Still wet from her emotions, they gazed up at him with grace and affection. It was like looking at the morning sun, hidden beneath the surface of a lake. She nodded slowly, the last of her tears falling as she blinked.

She sat up and threw her legs over his until she was entwined with him. "Now Master, I still have not finished granting you your wish. There are still a few inches left."

George laughed and said, "Why don't you show me where and I'll be happy to touch them."

She smiled wickedly and pointed to a spot on her shoulder, "There." George leaned in and lightly kissed the spot. 

Then, she pointed to a spot in the middle of her forehead, "Here." Again he leaned in and kissed her, he lingered a bit longer. When it was over she brought a delicate finger to her lips.

Without saying a word, he leaned in and kissed her for the first time. He thought that he would have been afraid, or at least awkward. But as soon as their lips met, any reservations he might have had were dashed. They were a perfect fit. George closed his eyes and let himself go. In that kiss, he lived only for her.

They kissed for a long time, alternating between gentle pecks and full-on make-outs. Though George was usually careful not to let his hopeless romanticism show, he couldn't help but throw himself completely into the kiss. It dawned on him that this wasn't just their first kiss, it was also his. And if she was telling the truth, it was hers as well. This realization made him want to kiss her even more. He wanted to remember it forever, even if it was just a dream.

All the while he played with her hair. He loved the way its silky texture filled his large hands and then slipped through them again. He loved the way it was straight but then feathered away from her, like it suddenly saw something shiny to look at. In fact, he found himself unable to dislike anything about her. 

As the kiss went on he was getting more and more worked up. And by the two hard nipples poking into him, he could tell that she was too. Suddenly, she began to tug on his t-shirt, indicating that she wanted him as naked as she was. George broke off the kiss and tried to push her hands away in a panic, he was very self-conscious about his body. He never took his shirt off, even when he went swimming. The fear of rejection that he had suppressed because he thought he was in a dream had returned in full force.

"Master? Are you Okay?" she asked delicately.

"I, uh... I don't think you'll like what you see. I mean... you're much prettier than I am."

She smiled in amusement, "Master, I am your genie servant. I am made to love you no matter what you look like."

"You say that now, but as soon as I take this off you're gonna go right back to wherever the hell you came from."

She laughed, "Master, do you really believe that you are hiding anything behind that baggy clothing. All this time you have been touching me, but I have been touching you too. I have been studying your every move, I qualified your physical attributes the moment I awakened."

"Really?," he asked.

"Of course, Master. You are very tall, probably about 6 feet and 6 inches. You have very broad shoulders and thick bones. I am guessing that before you were ever overweight you were made fun off because of your size, hence the hunching." She was right, he had always been very large and had only gained weight when he reached high school.

She continued, "I can feel the muscles in your arms and shoulders so you must be very strong, but you take great care to be gentle, rather than just poking at me. This leads me to believe that you acquired your strength through means other than lifting large amounts of weights. If I had to guess, I would say either swimming or martial arts, something involving much more finesse."

She had hit the mark again, swimming was about the only physical activity he really enjoyed. "Wow, you got all that from just my shoulders?" he said.

She kept going, "However, I can tell that you are over-weight even for your height, which means you probably spend much of your time indoors and sedentary. I believe the reason for this is because you have so few friends. Though I could not imagine why that would be the case. I have only known you a short time and I am quite certain that you are very easy to be friends with." 

"How do you know I don't have many friends?"

"I suppose that I do not actually know. But when you first saw me tonight your initial reaction was that I was a prank by someone named Rocko. I am guessing you two are not friends or you would not have been so agitated. You then took considerable warming to the fact that I was not here to tease you." Her eyes widened at a sudden idea, "Although, I think you would like any teasing I subject you to."

"I bet I would," he mused. "So you're beautiful and smart. Do you come with a guarantee?"

"I can guarantee that if you take off those clothes you will not regret it. Like I told you, it is part of my purpose to love you unconditionally. That means that not only do I not mind that you are overweight, it turns me on very much."

"Really?" he asked surprised.

She kissed him sweetly and gazed at him once more. "I can tell that you have not had much luck with women in the past, such is their loss, so I will not play any games with you. I believe with every piece of my heart that you are the sweetest, strongest, and most beautiful man in the universe. I want to take your clothes off, not to make fun of you, but to gaze upon the object of my affection. I want to make love to you. This is my desire."

She looked away from him suddenly in shame. "I am sorry Master; it is not my place to speak so candidly about my needs. I hope that I have not offended you in any way."

George's mind reeled. With her plain language, and the fact that she was naked on his lap begging to get him naked too, he suddenly felt stupid for ever having doubted her. Now he was worried that he might have pushed her away. He decided that a wish was in order, a wish that he had wanted to make since the moment he saw her.

"Genie?" said George.

"Yes, Master?"

"If you'll have me, I wish to make love to you. I want my first time to be with you. And I don't want to stop until dawn."

Her eye's flashed with a golden light and he felt the tingling in his mind once more. When it was over she gazed at him with so much love and affection he thought he might cry. But she beat him to it. A single tear escaped her beautiful glistening eyes and rolled down her cheek. He wiped it away gently with the back of his large hand.

"Master, I am a very lucky Genie," she whispered.

They kissed. George was falling very hard for this woman. He wasn't sure if it was love, but he knew that when this dream ended he would be very sad. He told himself he had to write it down as soon as he woke up before the memory faded. She felt too real to let go, even if only in his dreams. 

She tugged on his shirt. He didn't fight her this time. It slid off of him easily and though he was still self-conscious, he knew it was worth it. She was worth any embarrassment. Like she had promised she was not appalled. In fact, she seemed pleased.

"Stand up please, Master."

George climbed off the bed and stood up. She knelt before him. Without hesitation, she reached for the laces of his shorts and pulled them free. She dragged them down inch by inch until the tip of his cock was free. It sprung forward, almost hitting her on the chin. She let out a little yelp and giggled.

"Master, you are big all over," she quipped. She looked at it like it was her new favorite toy. George's cock was large, about 8 inches, but he had always thought it looked small on his body.

She moved forward and lightly kissed his inner thighs. She kissed up to the base of his shaft and traced its length with her soft lips, all without using her hands. He could feel her hot breath on his cock. She traced the length back down slowly and kept her beautiful eyes fixed to his. The corners of her mouth turned up in a playful smile as she stroked him up and down lazily with her lips and face. She cooed and purred at him in appreciation.

Finally, she brought her tongue out to play. She licked his cock from base to tip, making it wet and slick. When she reached the tip, she parted her lips more and took the head in her mouth. She held there for a moment while her tongue swirled around the head, lapping up his precum. All the while she kept her hands behind her like they were bound and refused to use them.

George strained for all he was worth to keep himself from going over the edge. He tried desperately to think of anything but the sexy young thing working wonders on his big cock. But of course it was impossible. He couldn't break eye contact with her. Her eyes spoke to him. They said that she loved what she was doing to him. She was his to do whatever he wanted. Nothing was out of bounds, no fantasy too obscure. In her eyes was the promise that every wish would come true.

He was quickly approaching the point of no return when she let go of him with her mouth. Her delicate hands rose to the base of his cock and wrapped around him, her fingertips barely touched. Suddenly, she squeezed him sharply. A large dollop of precum formed at the tip. Its weight made it drip down and land on her glorious tits.

She winked at him and brought her lips back to his cock. This time, she didn't stop at the head. She continued slowly while her tongue swirled around him. As the head reached the back of her throat he felt it slide even further down. He had never received a blow job before, but he was sure that what she was doing was not easy. Yet she showed no signs of strain. She kept going deeper and deeper, until he was buried to the hilt in her mouth.

He then felt the muscles in the back of her throat begin to contract and release. He didn't even know that this was possible and he was sure that he was blocking her air supply. But the feeling radiating upwards into the pit of his stomach was incredible, and he couldn't concentrate on such thoughts for long. Then she moaned. The vibrations along, along with the contractions and swirling motion of her tongue were too much.

"Oh shit, Genie, I'm gonna cum," said George. But she didn't move. She kept going as he felt the tightening in his diaphragm. The gooey liquid fired up his cock. Shot after shot splashed against the back of her throat. She never moved, she just swallowed every drop from the most intense orgasm he had ever experienced. She purred like a kitten and moaned sweetly until he finished.

When it was over, George almost collapsed as the adrenaline left him. The genie continued to milk him until he was dry and then pulled away. Her mouth popped as his cock sprang free, glistening with saliva.

"Oh my god," breathed George, "that was unbelievable."

She blushed before smiling a pretty smile and then produced a warm wet cloth out of thin air. She wiped him clean with it before folding it and wiping down her face and her breasts. George watched in complete fascination as the cloth wove in and out of her cleavage, giving it a damp sheen before it disappeared from whence it came.

"That's a great trick," said George, "You're full of all sorts of surprises aren't you."

She smiled wickedly, "These are just my secondary abilities Master. We have not even begun to explore what I am capable of."

"Oh really?"

"Yes Master, as long as it is sexual, I can do anything with very few limitations. You will see, I am going to make you the happiest master on Earth."

"Of that I have no doubt," he said. Though, he had trouble imagining he could be much happier. She had already given him so much. He wondered how things could possible get any better.

George noticed that his cock was still rock hard and pointing obscenely at her face. Normally he took at least ten or fifteen minutes before he could get hard again. But this time he hadn't even had a chance to get soft. He didn't think much more about it though, in fact he thought it might be a bit insulting not to be hard right away.

He reached for her hands and raised her to her feet. Without warning, she embraced him tightly. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and buried her head in his broad chest. He hesitated before hugging her back. He had never been much of a hugger. He wasn't even completely sure what he was supposed to do. After a few false starts, he enveloped her gently. Before long it felt completely natural. He stroked her hair as he let himself become comfortable. His breathing became slow and steady, his heart thumped calmly, and his trepidation disappeared. He could have stayed that way for days.

"Are you ready, George?" she asked.

"I think so," he whispered. "Are you?"

She nodded.

George reached down and picked her up as gently as he could. She gazed up at him and smiled contently. He climbed onto the bed and laid her head down on the pillow gently. Without thinking, he leaned down to kiss her. She returned it with passion as their tongues dance together, exploring each other.

He positioned himself between her legs and lined up his cock with her pussy. Still locked in their kiss he found her opening and pushed forward. He felt a bit of resistance and she grimaced in pain. He looked down to see a trickle of blood roll away from her hymen. He hadn't even thought about it, but she must have been a virgin if she hadn't existed before he released her. He felt bad, knowing that there had to have been a more graceful way.

"Are you alright, Genie?" he asked quietly.

She lay there for a few moments collecting herself before she spoke. "Yes Master. There was some pain but it is gone now. Please keep going. I want you so badly," she pleaded.

He swallowed hard and pushed further in. Her pussy was tight and warm, but it parted easily enough as he went deeper and deeper. Soon, he was as deep inside her as he could go. She quivered and panted as her pussy got used to the hardness inside her. He backed out slowly and then pushed in again.

"That's it, Master," she cooed. "You can go faster. I can take it."

He upped his tempo. The feeling was incredible. The contrast between his hardness and her velvety smoothness was not something the guys at work talked about. Her arms were wrapped around his neck. He kissed her there, as the took her again and again. Her breathy sighs turned to moans. Her sweet voice filled his ears with almost unintelligible whispers.

"This is amazing," he said to her. "You feel so good around me. I didn't know it would be this good."

"I know what you mean," she breathed. "To me, all things are possible. And yet, this feels so unreal. I keep wondering if I am dreaming."




A Beautiful Wish Ch. 01



He brushed a few strands of her hair out of her face and looked deep into her eyes. "I hope not. But, just in case we are, I want you to know that this is better than I could have ever imagined."

"No," she moaned, "you aren't real. This has to be a dream."

He bent down to kiss her again. She breathed her pleasure into him.

He felt his sense of self falling away once more. For George there was no greater feeling than being totally lost in the moment with her. His armor was gone, and in its place was the man he had always wanted to be. He was unafraid, powerful, and out of control. Up to that point, It was the greatest moment of his life.

Before long, she was crying out as a powerful orgasm swept through her. But soon they were back on their previous pace. She breathed throaty lustful breaths as she looked into his eyes, her pleasure beaming up at him. 

"Genie, I'm not going to last much longer," he panted. He made to pull away so he could collect himself, but she pulled him in closer, her pussy clamped down even tighter. It started to contract much like her throat had earlier, but the sensations were even more intense.

"Please Master, cum inside me! Make me yours forever Master!" She threw her head back as she came for a second time. Her body quaked and trembled and she screamed, "Oh, Master!"

He couldn't take it. He erupted as the waves of his orgasm crashed through him. Jets of his cum poured into her, filling her. The excess leaked out and puddled on the sheets below.

He pulled out and rolled to the side. Out of breath, the beauty next to him rolled on top of him and kissed him deeply. He had thought that after that he would be spent, but he was still on fire. He looked down at his cock and saw that it was still hard. He couldn't believe it. After the two most intense orgasms of his life with the most beautiful woman ever, he should have been satisfied.

"Hey Genie, are you doing that?" he pointed to his still hard cock.

"No Master, you did that. Remember your wish?"

"I wished to make love to you, which I've now done. That was absolutely incredible by the way. Was it good for you too?" Such a cliché, he couldn't believe he actually asked it.

"Thank you Master, and yes, that was wonderful," she said happily, "But you also said that you did not wish to stop until the morning. And if your clock is correct, we still have about four hours to go."

"Holy crap," he said quietly.

She straddled him and placed his cock at her entrance. "I will make love to you Master, until the sun comes up. It is your wish and my command. So please, Master, fuck me again, and then again. I need you." She lowered herself and they began again.

For the next four hours the two lovers melted into each other. It wasn't kinky or wild; it was more about the two of them together. They both laughed and kissed and joked and explored. It was real and true. George lost count of the number of times both of them came. But he realized after a while that it wasn't really about who came when. The orgasms would come no matter what. Just being there together was enough.

Eventually, the sun began to rise as the two rode out the crests of their last orgasms. She had been on top. As night gave way to day the sunrise wrapped around her. Her skin glistened with sweat, and her hair was noticeably more wild then it had been hours before. She had never looked more beautiful in the few hours he had known her. It was almost as if she and the sunrise where battling for who was more captivating. But to George, it was no contest.

George knew that his dream was about to end, but felt satisfied that no matter how sleepy he was, he would never forget it. But then he realized that he didn't even know her name.

"Genie, that isn't your real name, is it?"

"No Master, I am a genie, but I would not call you Human." she said.

"Well, than what is it?"

"I do not have one Master. It is a Master's responsibility to provide his Genie Servant with a suitable name."

He thought about it, but not for long. He need only look to the only other thing in the world that could come close to matching her beauty. "Dawn," he said, "your name is Dawn."

"Dawn," she repeated. A pleased smile overtook her, "I love it, Master." She leaned down to kiss him.

"Hold on," he stopped her. "My name isn't Master anymore than it is Human. I'm George. It's a pleasure to meet you Dawn."

"Okay, George," her voice cracked. She leaned in and they kissed.

Content and exhausted, they fell asleep in each other's arms.



A Beautiful Wish Ch. 02



Chapter 2: Song of the New Day

Light poured in through George's bedroom window and splashed directly across his face. He had tried to fight the growing realization that he was awake by covering himself with a pillow and willing himself back into a dream with Dawn. But he eventually gave up, and picked himself up off the bed. He looked around hopefully, but she was no where to be found. The mood enhancing candles and furnishings were gone, and back were his normal every day, run-of-the-mill stuff. His clothing piled out of his closet, and his various knick-knacks and books were strewn about the floor like usual.

He let out a heavy sigh as he lay back on his bed. Just the night before, he had experienced a dream so vivid that he was uncertain it was actually a dream. He dreamed of a beauty created just for him, who could grant him any sexual wish he could imagine. He had named her Dawn.

But Dawn was gone, as was any evidence that she had ever been there. He felt a sudden sense of loss as he remembered the things she had said to him in her sweet breathy voice. She had told him it was her purpose to love him unconditionally, to make all his dreams come true.

The realization that she didn't exist made him tear up. But then he felt very pathetic laying there, trying to hold on to a dream. He chastised himself for letting his fantasies get the better of him. But even still, it was the best dream he ever had.

Seeing that it was getting to be two in the afternoon, George got up and strode to the bathroom. He paused, something was not right. He suddenly realized that he was completely naked. George never went to sleep naked. He had always been a sweat pants and t-shirt kind of guy.

He stood their confused for a moment before his self-consciousness took over and he felt compelled to clothe himself. He looked around for something clean to wear, which was no easy feat, when he caught his reflection in the mirror over his dresser. His eye, which had been so whimsically healed by Dawn in his dream, had not gone back to the puffy shiner that Rocko had left him.

Then he heard something coming from downstairs. It sounded like someone was singing. He thought that it could be his mother, but she wasn't supposed to be home until Monday. He reached for a pair of old gray sweat pants and threw them on along with a dark blue t-shirt. He crept out of his room to find the source of the music.

He proceeded quietly down the stairs as he followed the song. It was soft and serene, almost ethereal. He couldn't shake the feeling that he wasn't actually hearing it. He thought he could feel it, like it was echoing through his mind. There were no words, they couldn't have done the voice justice.

He reached the living room and the source of the song. What he saw stopped him dead in his tracks. There, in the far corner of the room next to an old cabinet, was Dawn. She was examining the various photos that covered the top of the cabinet as she sang happily to herself.

She was wearing one of George's white formal dress shirts, which was much too big for her. The sleeves hung down past her delicate fingers and the collar encompassed both her slender neck and her bare right shoulder. Below, she wore a pair of George's boxers which she had rolled up to be as tight as possible across her perfect, heart-shaped bottom. Further down was a pair of long socks pulled up to her knees with two blue bands around the top.

Dawn continued to sing, oblivious to George's presence. She bent forward at the waist to pick up a framed picture, her hands still inside the over-sized sleeves. Her hair fell forward and she brushed it behind her ear with a single graceful movement. She gazed at the photo wistfully as she sang.

Just like she had the first time George saw her, she managed to leave him completely speechless. He could only observe as his perfect woman examined her surroundings serenely. The notion occurred to him that he should get out of there. He still couldn't believe she was real, his mind couldn't grasp the concept. He thought that maybe he was going crazy.

He didn't know what to do, but he could only imagine how awkward it would be if she turned and found him there staring at her. He moved to go back upstairs so that he could think about what to do next, when he bumped into a lamp sitting on an end table. George reacted quickly to catch it but it still made a tremendous amount of noise as the lampshade crumpled in his large hands. He looked over at Dawn like a kid with his hand in the cookie jar. She met his nervous gaze with a happy smile on her pretty face.

"I uh, I wasn't listening or anything," he stammered, "I was just um, on my way to the kitc..."

Before he could finish, Dawn had bounded across the room and flung her arms around him. She caught George completely off-guard, and knocked him on his back with a loud crash. She landed on top of him and kissed him deeply. Her bright, honey colored hair fell around him, and her sleeve encased hands rest on his shoulders. George couldn't think, he could no longer hear that voice inside him that told him to be cautious and timid. He could only hold her tightly and kiss her back.

Eventually, she broke from the kiss and looked at him with her happy, unguarded eyes, "Good mor... I mean afternoon Master."

He was still reeling from all that had transpired. "Are... are you real?" he pleaded.

She gave him another sweet kiss, "This feels real to me, Master."

"Yeah, but are you really real, and not some dream?" said George.

She tilted her head and smiled in amusement, "I suppose I am a dream in one sense. I was created to your specifications to be everything you need in a partner, and those specifications were taken from your subconscious. But beyond that, I am very much flesh and blood, just like you."

He let out a sigh and sat up so that she was sitting on his lap, "I'm sorry, that wasn't what I meant..."

"You mean, am I going to disappear and leave you all alone?" she finished. George nodded, his eyes downcast. "No Master. Unless you wish it, I will never keep my heart from you."

He nodded. Still unsure of how he was going to handle her. "Alright, Dawn. And, you can call me George." 

"I am sorry Ma... I mean George," she rolled her eyes at her blunder. "It is just that, calling a Master by name goes against my subservient nature. Names have power, and by giving me permission to use your name you are allowing me a certain amount of freedom beyond what is typically acceptable between a master and slave."

"Do you really believe that you are a slave?" he asked.

"Well, I admit that you do not treat me like a slave. But the magic that binds me to you demands that I always be ready to follow your every command. And when I use your name I feel like I am your equal rather than your servant."

George could tell that she was a bit distressed over the subject of where they stood with each other. He wasn't sure where this relationship was going, but he was certain that he didn't want her to be his slave. To George, that would make him no better than a guy like Rocko. 

He pulled her close to him and hugged her tightly. Listen to me Dawn," he said as he stroked her silky hair, "I've never wanted a slave. I am no more a Master of you, than you are of me. if you really aren't going to disappear..."

"I will not," she said quickly.

"I believe you," he amended, "Then our relationship is going to have to be way more than you fulfilling all of my sexual wishes. I'm sorry if I'm not cooperating with your whole master/slave thing, but I couldn't live with myself if I treated you that way. So, please call me George. And when that nagging voice inside says that you don't deserve to, ignore it, because it's wrong. Okay?"

Dawn didn't answer, she just buried her face in his neck. He could feel her breathing become labored and the collar of his shirt dampen. She was crying again. He held her even tighter. He wanted to say something that would put the issue to rest, but he could think of nothing. Instead, he focused on her weight on top of him and the wonderful feeling of the two of them together.

Finally, he heard her say something, but it was too muffled for him to understand it. "What did you say, Dawn?" he asked.

Dawn pulled away a little so that she could look at him. He understood what she had said immediately, it was written all over her face. She loved him. Her eyes, the colors of a sunrise, spoke volumes. They were slightly puffy from her tears, but that didn't make her any less beautiful, or their meaning any less sincere.

She began to vocalize what her eyes had already told him, but he stopped her. He was afraid that her feelings were being coerced by the magical attachments between them. "Wait Dawn, don't say it."

"Why not?" she whispered.

"I... I don't know. I'm just... not ready for that." 

She looked down and nodded. "Very well. Um... would it be alright if I called you Master on occasion? I know that I will have trouble remembering to call you George."

"I don't really mind if you call me Master, I just don't want you to feel like you have to. How about this, you can call me George in public or when we are just talking, but if you want to call me Master in private, you can do that too." 

"Aww, you are not making this easy on me, George," she whined.

He shrugged. "Sorry, this is kinda new for me. It's not everyday that a beautiful woman wants to call me Master."

She gave him a sudden quick kiss.

George couldn't suppress a grin. "What was that for," he asked.

"That was for telling me that you think I am beautiful. And for your benevolence. You are unlike any master I have ever heard of."

He scratched his head nervously, "I guess. I mean, it's no big deal, really."

"As you say. I appreciate your kindness, nonetheless."

"Alright well, I'm starving. Let's get some breakf... I mean lunch." They both laughed a bit and stood up. Dawn wiped her eyes on her sleeves. George had to stretch, as his legs had gone a little numb from his position on the floor.

While he stretched he took the opportunity to admire Dawn's outfit again. She looked like the embodiment of the sex kitten, and when he remembered some of the fun they had the night before, he couldn't help but get hard again.

"By the way, I love your outfit," said George.

Her expression brightened immediately, "I knew you would. I woke about an hour before you did and I wanted to look pleasing for you. I took this ensemble from one of your more pleasant fantasies."

George laughed heartily at her premeditated attempts at turning him on. "Well, I'll admit that I've been fighting an urge to give you a little smack on the behind."

She gasped in mock astonishment, "You mean this behind?" She turned around and bent at the hips, like she had done when she didn't know anyone was watching, and braced herself against the back of the couch. "You know that is very wrong of you. You should not be thinking about taking advantage of such a sweet and innocent looking girl. It does not matter that you made her a woman the night before, nor does it matter that she wants you to. You should be ashamed of yourself for wanting to take advantage of her affection for you."

George was floored by her sudden change in tone, but couldn't deny how sexy she was. He stepped up behind her and gripped her by the hips. 

She gave him another playful gasp. "Oh my! You are really going to do it! That is so bad, so wrong." 

George laughed again and gave her a light playful smack. He let his hand linger on her ass and rubbed all around her curves. Then he let his hand sink between her legs to rub her pussy through her boxers. 

"Oh no, now look what you are doing. You are touching this poor girl's sore but not nearly fucked enough pussy. All she wanted to do was walk around the house in her man's clothing and day dream about the greatest night of her life. Now it looks like she might get taken over the back of this couch!"

"You mean the only night of your life," added George. He slipped his thumbs underneath the rolled up waistband and pulled them down.

"But George, we are in the living room. You cannot just come up behind sexy girls, grab them by the hips, bend them over, and then fuck them senseless in the living room. Someone could walk in and see your big cock sliding in and out of her wet pussy. What would the neighbors think?" She was really hamming it up, but she didn't move.

George pulled her shorts down to her knees and then pulled down his sweat pants enough so that his rock hard cock was free. He rubbed the head around her lips of her wet pussy and did his best to tease her. "You know what I think? I think you dressed this way on purpose. I don't think you are nearly as innocent as you say."

George pushed in and Dawn gasped for real this time. He went in slowly, still afraid of hurting her. But she was wet enough, so he increased his speed. He slid inside her again and again, fucking her hard and fast. She tried to continue talking the whole time, but she was having trouble with the intense pounding. "No, no! What would her... parents think! They worked... so hard... to raise her right! She... is a good girl... oh!" She flung her hair back over her shoulders and cried out.

As her orgasm approached, she lost her ability to keep making sentences and just started shouting, "So wrong! So bad! So good! She needs it! She should fight! Oh no! She... she..." She started shaking and screaming as the pleasure washed over her. Her knees buckled and she would have collapsed if George hadn't been holding her hips tightly.

He paused to let her recover. But he was soon back to his previous tempo. He felt his own orgasm approaching rapidly. She resumed her role-play. "Oh no, you are going to cum soon! You will probably cum inside her! And without protection! You could get her pregnant you know! Is that what you want, you want to get this pretty young thing knocked up? This is so unfair. All she wanted was to be a little sexy and now she is going to get a load of cum right up into her womb. Oh, George! Do it! Cum inside me!"

George couldn't take any more. He didn't know if it was just the vigorous nature of the encounter, or the talk about getting her pregnant. But he had never cum so hard in his life. He felt like he was cumming in quarts, yet none escaped her hungry pussy. It pulled and squeezed like it was trying to devour him.

Finally, he finished cumming. He pulled out his deflating cock and stumbled backwards, only to fall on the carpet with another loud crash. Dawn collapsed next to him. They were both out of breath and sweating through their clothing. George couldn't help but chuckle at the absurdity of the situation. There he was, his pants around his thighs, his sticky cock hanging out, laying next to a smoking hot genie with her shorts hanging on her knees. Her over-sized shirt had fallen open with one of her large breasts exposed. They looked at each other, and they both laughed at the state of things.

"So, what was it we were supposed to be doing?" asked George.

"I am not sure, but I think it might have had something to do with you making me lunch," said Dawn smiling.

"Oh really?" he grinned.

She crawled over to him, her shorts still around her knees and said, "Yep, and you said you were going to make it good because it is going to be my first meal, ever."

He kissed her, "Well, what are we waiting for. Lets get you fat and happy!" He had always liked that phrase. His dad had used it all the time before he died. The sudden memory of his long dead father brought him down from his euphoric high and he realized just how disheveled the both of them had become.

"Hey Dawn, can I wish for us to be refreshed and clean so that we can enjoy a delicious lunch without feeling gross?

He felt the tingle again. "Yes, I can do that."

"Sweet, do it. I suppose a shower would suffice, but I don't want to put off lunch any longer seeing as how dinner is coming up rather quickly."

"Aww, a shower sounds like fun," she whined. Tingle. Flash. Both of them were instantly clean and rested, like nothing had ever happened. In fact, his clothes were actually cleaner then when he had first put them on.

"Have I told yet how amazing you are?" he asked.

"Not today," she said sweetly.

"Well come on, I'll tell you over lunch." He stood up first and then helped her to her feet.

George scoured the kitchen for anything that might resemble a meal. His mother wasn't joking when she had asked him to go food shopping. There was nothing really easy to make, nor was anything particularly enticing. 

Eventually, he decided that he would make as much as he knew how and hope she liked something. He started with some grilled chicken and a few spices, then put on some packaged noodles. The smells wafting from the chicken delighted Dawn to no end, and George had to hold her hair back to prevent it from catching fire a couple of times, as she bent low over the stove to get a good whiff.

As George cooked, Dawn moved around the kitchen, picked up every pot, utensil, and gadget, and examined it gleefully. Her favorite by far was the blender. She found a couple of oranges, an apple, a few grapes, and proceeded to blend the hell out of them. But she forgot the lid. One of the grapes shot across the room and bounced down the hall. Dawn chased after it, but she left the blender on and more bits of shredded fruit flew all over the walls and ceiling. In a panic, George tried to cover the opening with his hands. But not before he got a face full of orangey, applely, grapey goop.

When Dawn returned from her epic chase, the rogue grape safely trapped in her delicate fingers, her exuberance changed to hysterical laughter at the sight of George's awkward state over the blender. George just rolled his eyes as he waited for her to finish. He thought that the sound of her laughing was particularly divine, even if she was laughing at him.

Eventually, she turned off the blender. Then she gave George a kiss on the cheek where a large blob had landed, and sucked it in. The realization that she hadn't peeled the oranges or de-cored the apple hit her almost immediately. She swallowed it, but proceeded to make disgusted faces until the taste left her.

After the battle with the blender, Dawn continued her tour of the kitchen. If anything was edible, she took a nibble and proceeded to describe the sensations in every detail. George watched her from the stove. Her unending delight in the seemingly mundane amused him greatly. She knew what everything was and what everything was supposed to do or taste like. But the experience of those items was what she lacked, and she took it all in hungrily. He also noticed that Dawn had the uncanny knack of discovering which example of any group of like items was the best and why.

Dawn's curiosity finally abated, and she returned to George's side. "Can I help?" she asked happily.

"Sure, babe," he handed her a large plastic spoon, "stir those noodles for me. Yeah, like that. Keep it going until most of the water is gone."

"Okay. Babe," she said heavily.

"Oh sorry," he laughed nervously, "That just sort of slipped out. My... nothing, sorry."

"It is quite fine, George. What were you going to say?"

"Nothing, its not important," he said shortly.

"Oh please, George. Do not do that. Tell me, tell me. Please!" said Dawn in mock anguish.

"Well, it's just... my Dad used to call my Mom that all the time. It was his pet name for her I think."

"Oh," she said in quiet astonishment. "What did your Mother call him?"

"You're going to laugh at me."

"I would never. However, if you do not tell me, I may not be able to stop a few of these noodles from landing in your hair." She pulled out a particularly large noodle and placed it gingerly along the top of his head. "You see George, the rebellion begins."




A Beautiful Wish Ch. 02



"Okay, Okay! She called him Hotstuff."

Dawn brightened, "Aww, they sound cute together."

"Yeah, they were inseparable. My mom told me that, when they first started dating, she was in college a couple states away. He was some hotshot new lawyer in a big time law firm. But he quit his job so he could move closer to her."

"That is so romantic!" she squealed. "Now I know where you get it from."

"Nah, he was the master. He would make out with her right in the middle of a mall, or when we were out at dinner. The man had no shame."

"Shame is overrated. I bet your mother went weak in the knees when he did that."

"She would complain a little, but you could tell she was into it." He flipped the chicken, "Good times, good times."

"George."

"Yeah Dawn?"

"You can call me babe if you want to."

George's stomach did a back flip. He wasn't use to someone being so nice to him so easily and the feeling was slightly uncomfortable. But it felt good too. However, all the talk about his father had given him the sudden urge to change the subject. 

"So where did that little role play come from?" he asked.

Dawn said, "It just came to me all of a sudden. Did you like it?"

"Surprisingly, yes. I had never really thought about getting a girl pregnant before, but it was... hot."

She stirred the noodles absentmindedly. The look on her face suggested that she was thinking very hard about something. Finally she said, "I think part of me really wants to be taken advantage of."

"Well that doesn't sound that surprising," said George, "you did say that it was in your nature to be subservient."

"Right, but being subservient just means that I would be below you like a slave or an underling. This is different. It is like I want to be independent and capable and strong around you, but I also want to be made to accept my place as your personal whore... Oh, sorry, pardon my language."

George laughed and said, "Liking sex doesn't make you a whore."

"It doesn't?" she asked hopefully.

"Of course not. Being a whore implies that you gave up your integrity to get what you want. All you've done is use sex to show affection. If that's not the most noble usage of sex, then I don't know what is."

"That is true I suppose. Thank you George." She hugged him tightly, forgetting her job of stirring the noodles. "Besides, I already have what I want."

Dawn continued, "The part about you taking advantage of me was mostly my idea, although I had a feeling you would enjoy seeing an innocent girl in a less then favorable position. As for the part about getting me pregnant, part of my makeup leads me to believe that you would like the idea of having children."

"Well, like I said, I haven't ever really thought about it. To be honest, I was starting to worry that I would never have any opportunities." Suddenly he realized that they hadn't taken any precautions to prevent her from actually getting pregnant. "Can you... uh... you know?"

"Can I get knocked-up? Only if you wish it. But since I was created for you, and you desire to have children, it is a part of me as well."

"What does that mean, that you were created for me? Who created you? And why?" George asked. He had many questions about her abilities, but wasn't quite sure how to ask about them.

"Sorry George, I guess I have been rather vague about myself. I will explain everything, do not worry." She tilted her head slightly, and her face squashed up as she thought. "Where should I start?" she thought out loud.

"Well, so far, all I know is that you can grant all of my sexual wishes, you have a great voice, you're really intelligent and intuitive, you like fat guys, you want children, and you're smoking hot. Other than that, I'm pretty much in the dark. Why don't you just start at the beginning and we'll go from there."

"Ah, the beginning. The perfect place to start." She added laughing, "And I do not like fat guys, thank you very much. I like one guy who is big and strong and nice and makes me cum very hard. Anything else is purely coincidence. What was I saying?"

"The beginning."

"Oh yes, thank you. My story begins many years ago, sometime during the height of the Persian Empire. My mother was a young and beautiful tar player who fell in love with an aging nobleman. He courted her outside of marriage, and I was the result of their union. But my father was old, and less than thrilled at the prospect of an illegitimate son."

"Wait, hold on, time out! Are you telling me you're a dude?" he asked worried.

"No George, no! Dear me no. I was born a boy, yes, but once I was turned into a Genie servant I ceased to be that person and became raw potential. You saw it as a pink glowing mist."

"Are you sure?" he said with a raised eyebrow.

"Well I was..." she dragged out, "but as my Master, you are welcome to check if you like." She adopted a playful grin.

George wasn't really worried that she was a boy. He felt like he understood what she had been saying up to that point. But he wasn't going to turn down an invitation to check. He dropped the fork he was using to prod the chicken and moved behind her. He reached up and squeezed her big perky breasts playfully through her shirt.

She gasped, "Hey mister! Those are mine," she said in mock anger. She made no move to stop him.

"Nuh uh, they're mine. You're just holding them for me," he laughed. He reached down and rubbed her mound through her shorts as he ground his erection into her perfect butt. She bent a little to meet him.

"H, hey. I am trying not to burn these noodles," she said weakly. She leaned her head back against his shoulder. He reached up and brushed her hair aside so that he could nuzzle her neck.

George was enjoying they're closeness. Perky breasts and tight butt aside, he really liked being together with her. He kissed her neck tenderly and moved his hands underneath her shirt to rest them on her flat stomach. "Mmm," she moaned. Dawn reached up with one hand and ran her fingers through George's dark hair; the other struggled to keep stirring the noodles.

After about a minute of wandering touches and sweet kisses, Dawn said softly, "I really like this. I like being here with you, like this."

"Me too," was all he could manage.

Dawn turned so that she could kiss him properly. "So? Are you satisfied?" she asked with a smile.

"Not even a little bit. But I do believe that you are not a boy."

"Well that is a relief," she said jokingly.

The two exchanged a look of mutual enchantment. George was embarrassed, and his first inclination was to look away, but he suppressed the urge quickly. For the first time in a very long while, George was completely happy. He embraced the feeling and let it take him over.

Suddenly, the chicken started spitting and sizzling differently to signify that it was done. George was snapped from his reverie and turned his attention to their food. "Chicken's done. How are those noodles coming?"

"Nothing brown. Is that a good sign?" she asked.

They both leaned in to confirm that the noodles were ready. When they're faces were mere inches away, Dawn turned and gave George a quick kiss on his cheek. George's stomach did another back-flip. 

"Um, good job babe, now go into that cupboard up there, no the other one, right, and get a couple of plates. Split the noodles evenly and I'll add the chicken." 

The two sat down next to each other at the breakfast table and dug in. To George's amazement, the food was actually better than he had ever made it before. 

"Wow, this is better than I remember. What the heck did I do to it?"

Dawn devoured the noodles quickly, moaning in appreciation. She then started in on the chicken more slowly but with no less adulation. "It was part of your wish. You wanted us clean so that we could enjoy a delicious lunch together. Anyway, what was I saying before?" asked Dawn.

George was slightly alarmed. He'd have to be more careful with his wishes if she was going to read so far into them. "Uh, boy," he said finally.

"Right, thank you. My father was powerful, and imagined a plot by my mother to blackmail him. Much of his fortune had already been bled dry by his excessive gambling anyway. He was angry, at me and my mother. In a drunken rage, he tossed me from a balcony into a nearby alley."

"That's terrible," said George somberly.

"Agreed. I survived the fall, but I was damaged beyond saving. Naturally, my mother was quite upset, and ran through the streets looking for a healer who could set me right. But each one turned her down, as it was clear to all but my mother that I did not have long.

Eventually, her cries were heard by a sorcerer, who saw an opportunity to gain the favor of a beautiful young woman. He knew of no spell that could save me directly. However, he did know of one that could summon a Major Genie. In exchange for performing the extremely difficult and costly incantation, she would be required to become the sorcerer's wife.

She agreed, and the sorcerer cast the spell. When the Genie appeared and listened to my mother's plea, he was so moved by her selflessness and willingness to give anything for the life of her child that he offered her a bargain instead. In exchange for me, he would grant my mother one wish, any wish that she could imagine."

"Wow, one wish. Anything you could dream of," marveled George. "So, what did she wish for?" He had stopped eating and sat on the edge of his seat as he listened to Dawn's tale.

Dawn reached for his hand and held it tightly. She gazed lovingly deep down into him. "She wished, that no matter what my fate may be, that I be happy, blessed, and most of all, that I be truly loved, for as long as I live."

George was taken aback. "Out of all the things she could have wished for, all the money and power, eternal life even, and she used her one wish on you?"

Dawn nodded.

"That's... that's awesome," he said quietly.

"When the Major Genie heard my mother's wish, he granted it with pleasure. He told my mother that I was going away for a while, but that I would return one day when someone who would be capable of giving me that life emerged. They would be courageous, cunning, kind, loyal, just, adventurous, and would show me a perfect love. Just like the love I would give them in return.

As she turned me over to the Genie, she sang to me one last time. Inspired, the Genie made sure that the one who would someday open my vessel would know that song. That I would not appear until the song was played again on my mother's tar."

"And you think, that I'm that person?"

She nodded.

George didn't know what to say. While he was impressed with Dawn's story, and her mother's wish, he had trouble believing that he was the one who could meet the conditions of Dawn's vessel. 

He must have stayed quiet for too long because Dawn interrupted his funk. "George, what are you thinking?"

"I was just thinking that your vessel made a mistake."

Appalled, she asked, "Why would you say that, George?"

"Well, I mean, sure I know the song, but I'm not anyone special. I'm just, just..."

"Just George."

"Yeah."

"And if you were any other way, the vessel would not have opened for you. A wish is a wish, as long as the proper conditions are met and it is worded carefully, the effects are unlimited and absolute."

"I still think the vessel is a bit premature. I mean, I've never been particularly courageous or adventurous."

"I do not believe you give yourself enough credit. You may not show all of those qualities now, but you will. Otherwise, you would never have known the song needed to open the vessel."

George sighed, "You may not believe this Dawn, but I'm kind of a loser. I wasn't on the honor roll, I wasn't captain of the football team, I've never left the country, I've never had a girlfriend. Hell, I've only had one friend in my entire life."

"All those things may be true, but that doesn't make you a loser. Timid, maybe. Unlucky, more likely. But please do not call yourself a loser."

"Yeah, well, you're biased."

She laughed. "You got me there."

George still wasn't convinced, but decided to drop the subject. He didn't like talking about his qualities or his shortcomings. "So, what happened to your mother?"

"I do not know for sure. The Genie did not impart to me any more knowledge of my family. Nor do I know anything about the sorcerer. But, I like to believe that my mother led a long and happy life. Maybe her descendants still live on somewhere." She stared off into the distance and wore a faraway look.

"Do you miss her?" asked George.

"Not really, I did not know her for longer than a few hours. But she seemed to be a good person, and I am thankful that she loved me enough to want to save me. I think I would have liked to have known her. But I am with you now, the one who would make my mother's wish come true. I have no regrets."

George thought that he should say something that would console her. But she didn't seem to be upset at all. The memory of her long dead parent wasn't some weight that held her down like it did George. It made him remember his father, and curse his own weakness.

"So, that instrument, it's called a tar?"

"Yes, a Persian tar to be more precise. It is a precursor to your modern guitar actually."

"Lucky for me it plays almost the same way. So you were inside that thing for..." George did some figuring in his head, "over two thousand years?"

"Yes. But the passage of time is not felt inside the vessel. Nor did I have any knowledge of the outside world. It is difficult to explain."

"So, you only know what the Major Genie wanted you to know?"

"Almost. I also have a basic understanding of the world, as told through your experience. Once you opened the vessel, certain types of knowledge where imparted to me. For instance: language, customs, technology, mathematics, and history. Of course, there are still a few blank spots. Slang, for starters."

George laughed, "That's gonna be fun. So, why did this genie make you into a genie servant? I mean, why didn't he just make you healthy, so you could live with your mother?"

Dawn stopped eating to think. "That's a good question. Genies can be prone to doing things on a whim just like humans can be. And their whims tend to have more of an impact on the world. However, in this case, I am not so sure it was just a whim."

"What do you mean?"

"It is...difficult to explain. I have this feeling that you were chosen for more than just fulfilling my mother's wish. As wonderful as you are, I am sure that another could have come before you. Perhaps the major genie required that I be in this time. I wonder..."

George wondered along with her. "Maybe... maybe something happened to your vessel, and it was lost."

"That is a very remote possibility. The magic of the vessel is extremely powerful, if limited in it's scope." She wondered for a bit longer, but eventually gave up with a shrug. "It is probably nothing. If it was truly important, my creator would given me the knowledge."

"Alright, so you were in the vessel for two thousand some-odd years, and then I released you?"

"Exactly," Dawn said as she chewed, "when you played the tune, you released my essence, my incorporeal form, which is raw potential at that point. I had no thoughts or senses, only the need to find a Master. Part of the magic of the Genie's vessel is to facilitate a Genie's intended owner in actually receiving the Genie's essence. This mostly means that you needed to be alone and safe. Once I was free, I took on the physical and mental characteristics that would make me you're ideal partner."

"My perfect woman huh?" said George.

"Well, I would not presume so much as to say I am perfect. But as far as you are concerned, I am nothing more or less than exactly what you need at any given moment."

"So that's what you mean when you say you are created to my specifications?"

"Yes," she said simply.

"But I didn't even know what my ideal match would be until I met you."

Dawn leaned over and kissed him quickly, "Then you are pleased?"

The meaning of what he had just said struck him. "Dawn, so far I couldn't be more pleased."

She flashed a delightful smile as she giggled nervously. "Thank you very much George. But you are right, because your experience with love had not gone beyond longing, I was forced to dig deeper into your desires then is normal. Most of what I am has come from your subconscious. And I had to fill in the gaps when there was something that had never even occurred to you on any level. It is possible that there may be a few things about me that you are initially put off by. But as we spend more time together I will learn more about what you want and need, and you can always make a wish if you prefer that I act differently."

"Let's not do that. That seems pretty unfair to you. Everyone deserves the right make a few mistakes."

Dawn didn't say anything. She took a few more bites of her food and George could see that she was having trouble keeping her smile in check.

Eventually, Dawn asked, "George, if you don't mind me asking, how did you come upon my vessel?"

George ate his food as he spoke. "I found it at my work. I was cleaning up so I could go home for the day when I found this weird looking guitar sitting right out in the open. I figured somebody left it behind on accident, so I was going to bring it with me on Monday to try and give it back. Fat chance of that happening now."

"You could if you wanted to," she added, "I am not tied to the vessel anymore now that I am bonded to you. So someone else having the tar would make little difference."

"Well that's good to know," he chortled. "But what I meant was, I'm not going to give you up to whoever owned the thing before, even if they were some Major Genie."

She smiled happily, "Thanks, Hotstuff!" 

George rolled his eyes again. 

"But seriously, George, you do not know how happy it makes me to hear you say that. You really do not know what it means to have control of a genie servant, do you?"

"I guess not. If I'm doing something wrong you'll correct me right?"

"That is what I am talking about George. Do you not see? You cannot do wrong by me. Whatever you think is correct is what is correct. My affection for you will never change no matter how you treat me," she sounded a bit exasperated.

"I understand what you're saying, but if I can't do anything to upset you or hurt you, can I really do anything to make you happy? I mean... I'm trying to say... is what you and I feeling real if it can't be contested?"

She thought for a moment before answering, "I am afraid I cannot speak for you George. As for me, I know how I feel, and it feels real. That is all I need. And there is no other way that I can be, so we might as well accept that I will always feel this way." She moved closer to him and looked up at him with her gorgeous eyes, "Is that not comforting? Is that not what true love is?"

George looked away feeling embarrassed. "I'm sorry Dawn, I'm just not used to this type of thing being so easy. You were right when you said that I haven't had much luck with women."

"There is no need to be sorry. I am not your typical woman in any case. And besides, I know what you really mean. I feel similar. I was not prepared to find out that my Master would treat me so well. If you like, I can give you some advice."

"Yeah, please do."

"Thank you. I have not known you long, but I can tell what kind of person you are. If it is your desire to make me happy, just as it is mine to make you happy, then you are doing a very good job. You should do what you think is right by you. And if that means making me feel like the luckiest girl on earth," she placed the back of her hand on her forehead in an exaggerated woe-is- me pose, "then I am prepared to bear that burden."




A Beautiful Wish Ch. 02



George couldn't help but laugh.

"And George, remember that we've known each other less then 24 hours. Many of these questions will be sorted out in time." She smiled and finished eating her food. "This was really great by the way. Thank you very much for lunch." She hugged him again. 

"You helped. What do you think you want to do for dinner?"

"I do not know," she thought out loud, "There is so much I have not even tasted."

"I think I might have an idea. My Mom has an account with a local sandwich shop that delivers. She often gets food for me and my sisters from there and charges her account. I know the owner, he won't mind if I use the account too. Does that sound good?"

"That sounds great! Do they have any fruit?" asked Dawn excitedly.

"Yeah, they actually make really great smoothies there. I bet they even have one with apples, oranges, and grapes. Sans peels and cores of course."

"Ooh, you said that with great significance," she said. She smiled wryly as she pointed a finger at him.

"I'm just saying," laughed George, "Okay, I'll go order for us." He called the sandwich shop and ordered four different kinds of sandwiches, two large soups, a smoothie for each of them, and some bread for dipping. He wanted to have a large enough spread so that she could try lots of different things. He thought about how strange it was to enjoy himself so much. Even mundane actions like eating seemed like an adventure around her. Everything felt new and exciting. He hadn't felt so alive since he was a child.

George returned to the kitchen to find Dawn still sitting in her chair. Something was different about her though. She was facing him, her perfectly shaped thighs clamped together. Her back arched, and she thrust her breasts forward. George could see a bit more cleavage peaking through the top of her over-sized dress shirt. She held on to the bottom of her chair with her arms rigid at her sides.

She looked at him innocently and seductively. "George, I am still hungry," she purred.

"Oh, uh, I think there is still a few grapes around here somewhere."

"Hmm, I was thinking more along the lines of something meaty."

"Oh?"

"Yes, something nice and long that I can taste for a while. Something that I could wrap my lips around and feel sliding over my tongue. Something warm and hard, with a gooey center. Do you have anything like that for me?"

George gulped and stepped towards her. Her innuendo was so thick that even he could picked up on it. He was still nervous, but his cock became hard almost instantly.

"Oh, it looks like you just might. Do you think I could have a little taste? Just a little? Please?" She licked her lips lightly. George was so suddenly horny that he wanted to just rip her clothes off and take her over the kitchen table. He thought she looked so cute and sexy. But he restrained himself. He wanted to see where this encounter was going.

"Well," he said, "I suppose. But only because you asked so nicely." He strode forward until he was standing over her thighs and pulled his pants down just enough to let his cock out. It pointed directly at her pretty face.

She beamed at him. "Thank you, George. If I behave myself do you think I could have another little taste later?"

"We'll see, you show me how much of a good girl you can be and I'll consider it."

"For you George, I can be the best girl." She leaned forward and wrapped her succulent lips around the head of his cock. She wasted no time and slid all the way down his shaft sucking and slurping obscenely as she whetted his length.

Like the blowjob she had given him the previous night, she didn't use her hands. Her arms remained rigid as she gripped the bottom of her chair. But unlike the first, this was much more messy and vigorous. "Mmph, Mmph, umph," were the sounds she made in her cute, breathy, muffled voice. She bobbed up and down quickly and sloppily. Drops of saliva and precum mixed together before dripping down on the front of her shirt, then down into her cleavage.

"Ugh, hey Dawn, you are going to ruin my shirt like that."

"Mm thowy Horthe," was all she could manage with his big cock down her throat. Without moving her hands, the buttons of her shirt unfastened themselves one by one until her beautiful tits were exposed. George reached down and ran his large fingers through her hair and held it back so he could watch his cock slide all the way in, and then all the way out again as her tits bounced wildly.

The visual was quickly pushing him over the edge and he grunted in ecstasy. She must have known how close he was, because she slowed down and held just the head in her mouth until he came back down. Then she returned to her exuberant blowjob.

George desperately tried to think of ways to prolong the experience. Suddenly he had an idea. Why not ask her about her abilities now? It would help get his mind thinking about other things at least.

"So, uh... as my Genie, oh... what kind of things can you, whoa crap... do?" he managed as she bobbed up and down.

She swallowed all of him and held there for a moment which elicited a gasp from George. Then she pulled out slowly and started licking his shaft top to bottom. "My... slurp... primary... mmph... abilities are for... umph... giving you any physical..." she took him all the way in again and he could feel her tongue swirl around him. She pulled out again and continued, "... or mental pleasure."

"Ugh... I got that part. What else..."

Dawn kept up her messy tongue bath as she continued, "I can change your... slurp... appearance as well as my own... slurp... to anything you like. Mmph..." she moaned as she took his head and swirled her tongue around it again. "I can also... slurp... facilitate sex with any other person... mmph... that you desire."

"Okay... ugh... can I wish that you feel what I'm feeling right now?"

Her eyes went wide, "Mmm-hmm."

"Do it. Holy shit!"

Suddenly, Dawn started to squirm and quiver as she worked his cock harder and faster. She moaned loudly and uncontrollably as she could feel what it felt like to give herself a blowjob. George realized this might not have been such a good idea because now nobody was in control to bring them down. He thought quickly.

"Wait wait, tell me what else you can do! Neither of us can cum until you tell me everything!"

He said this just in time because he could feel himself about to blow. Now they were both trapped just before the point of no return. The pleasure was intense and made George's head foggy.

Dawn groaned in frustration as she sucked him hard in a vane attempt to get herself off. Finally, she pulled away and went back to licking him. "I can... mmph... create fictional scenarios... mmph... without limit. I can read... slurp... minds, I have... mmph... abilities for blending in to my... hmmm... environment. Mmph... I could suck your big beautiful cock forever!"

She lost control of herself for a moment. She was panting and sweating, and she screamed with George's cock in her mouth. Her eye's watered. When she regained some semblance of control over herself she continued. "I can slow down time... hmmm... I can protect you from harm... slurp... I can keep you young until we die! I can do anything! Just let me feel you cum down my throat! Please!"

The two finally exploded as their climax overtook them. George pulled her head all the way down his cock and held her there. Dawn, with her arms still rigid at her sides, cried out in muffled pleasure. Long ropes of his cum drained into her and she gulped it down gladly. George could see her tummy contract and shake as her own orgasm crashed through her.

As his cock softened George, backed away slowly. Inch after inch of his cock slid out of her warm wet mouth. The head popped free and Dawn gasped for breath. "Wow," she breathed, "I am really good."

They both laughed as they tried to catch their breath. George said, "Let's keep that wish going from now on. Whenever you make me feel any sort of pleasure, you feel it too. Will that work?"

He felt the tingling again. "Yes George, and thank you for that. I really loved giving you blowjobs before. But now I think I am really REALLY going to love it!" The magical wash cloth appeared once more and she cleaned both of them slowly and deliberately. She gave his flaccid cock a sweet little kiss before putting it away. "Bye bye hotstuff Jr, I will see you soon," she said in a sing-song voice.

He laughed again, he had never laughed so much in one day. "Where did that come from? I mean, I'm not complaining at all, it was incredible, but I didn't even wish for that."

"You are not the only one who desires, George. I wanted to thank you properly for being such a kind and generous Master. And I realized it had been almost an hour since I had your cock in me, so I decided to show a little initiative. Part of my makeup suggests that you would like your woman to show some initiative from time to time."

George knelt down between her sexy legs and rested his hands on her thighs. He leaned in and kissed her flat stomach. "That's true, but you didn't have to give me a blowjob to thank me."

"Oh but I wanted to George! I really love sucking your cock! If you would let me, I would be fucking your brains out all day long! Oh, sorry, I got a little carried away. Please excuse my vulgarity."

George reached up and massaged her tits. Dawn moaned in response. "You know, you try to look innocent, but you are really a dirty girl."

"I am sorry George. I just cannot help it. I want to be good, really. But when you touch me like that you make me so wet." Her shirt had fallen almost completely off and it hung uselessly around her elbows while she ran her fingers through George's hair.

"Wow, you are really sensitive there huh?" he said as he pinched her nipples.

"Uh-huh," she moaned. "I will admit that I was surprised to see how large my breasts were when I first materialized. But I like them, and I really like the way you like them." Dawn leaned her head back and moaned as George took one in his mouth. "Oh George, please fuck me again! You are driving me wild!"

"I'll do you one better. I wish to, how did you put it, fuck your brains out?"

Her eyes flashed gold and the tingle returned. She gasped and began to tremble. "Oh yes George! Take me to paradise with your big thick cock!" He became hard instantly. Even though he had just cum he felt totally rejuvenated.

George reached underneath her legs and picked her up off of her chair. He then wiped the dishes off the kitchen table in one swoop of his arm, letting them crash to the floor. He laid Dawn on top of it and ripped her boxer shorts off. He was on fire. He couldn't even think.

Suddenly, something in him began to guide his movements. First, it showed him the precise angle from which to enter her from. Then, it told him what to do with his hands as he caressed her big tits. Finally, it revealed what his lips were for, and he kissed her passionately before moving down to suck on her nipples. Dawn cried out again and again as she could feel the pleasure she was giving George as well as her own.

The invisible guide controlled George like it was training him how to make love to Dawn. Everything it showed him was exactly what he needed to do to bring Dawn closer to a climax. And climax she did. She screamed as her whole body quaked with the waves of her orgasm. George felt her pussy contract and moisten even further.

But George wasn't done. The guide told him to flip her over and take her from behind. He obeyed unconsciously, his only thoughts where of admiration for Dawn's incredible body, and the sweet wordless moans and screams she made. He reached forward and took hold of her silky golden brown hair, gripping it tightly. Dawn could do nothing but brace herself as George held her off the floor and ground his cock into her, stimulating every part of her exactly as she needed it. His hands held on to her hips and ass, and massaged her as she came again, this time even harder than the first.

Dawn looked back at George with a delirious look and tried to string some sort of sentence together. But all she could muster were the beginnings of a few words that didn't make sense to George. A few tears had escaped her beautiful lust filled eyes. But George was still not finished. He was close to his own orgasm and the invisible guide prodded him toward one last position.

George picked her up carefully and brought her over to the living room couch. He laid down face up and held her so that she was facing away from him. He then lifted her up and lowered her on to his pole. Dawn's breathing was erratic and quick. She gasped and wailed as he forced her up and down his shaft. Adrenalin fueled his muscles as he gripped her by the hips and worked the proper angles as he was guided.

He could feel the pressure in the pit of his stomach, and he knew he was going to cum soon. He suddenly had the urge to say something to her to push her over the final barrier. He sat up and whispered through her feathered hair, "Master has you."

Her body went rigid and she let out a broken lust filled scream. Her spasming pussy pushing him over the edge, and he exploded within her. Dawn rode out the intense pleasure. When it was over, her body went limp. Her arms fell uselessly to her sides. Her head fell back against his shoulder. All of her primal moans ceased. She had passed out.

George laid on the couch with Dawn lying on top of him for a few minutes as he caught his breath. He was tired and sore, relieved and content. As his senses gradually returned to him he began to realize that Dawn was still not moving. "Dawn? Dawn!" She did not stir.

George was now starting to get very worried. He slid out from under her and knelt beside the couch. He could see that she was still breathing. He checked her pulse and her heart beat seemed fine. He shook her a bit and called her name again. Nothing. "Oh no," he thought, "I've fucked her into a coma."

George began to panic. He thought that maybe he should call a doctor. But what would he tell them? "Well you see, I was fucking her brains out when she lost consciousness. You think there is a connection?" He racked his brain trying to think of something that could help. Then he remembered, "What about a wish? Did she have to be awake to grant them?"

"I wish for Dawn to be safe, healthy, clean, and comfortable," he declared.

Dawn was suddenly clothed in a comfy looking set of light blue cotton pajamas. The top was a tank top with the belly cut out of it and the bottoms hugged her curves lightly. A pillow appeared beneath her head. She breathed softly and evenly. Her body was no longer sweaty and flushed; it was clean and relaxed, just as he wished. George let out and audible sigh of relief.

Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. "Delivery from Walt's Wiches," came a girl's voice.

George recognized it as Lindsey, the sandwich shop owner's daughter. George had gone to high school with her. She had been the closest thing that he ever had to a girlfriend prior to Dawn. George quickly fixed his disheveled clothing and composed himself as best he could before striding to the front door. 

"Hey George," said Lindsey happily, "I've got your order. How have you been? You look good." Lindsey had always had the habit of talking very quickly whenever she was around him. George never had a clue why. He had always liked her, as she had been one of the few people who ever stood up for him in high school. But she was always a nerd herself and her voice never had much clout, no matter how right she always was.

However, George was shocked when he caught site of her. She had always been cute in that nerdy girl sort of way, but she looked downright sexy as she stood in the doorway. She had long deep red hair which she always wore up in a pony tail. Her freckly face was devoid of glasses and George caught site of her pretty green eyes for the first time. He had never remembered her for her figure, but the skin tight jean shorts and small bright yellow polo shirt brought them into full focus. Her legs look toned and tan.

Apparently, George had stared too long because Lindsey quietly let loose an, "Ahem."

"Oh right! Sorry. You look... good... too Lindsey," stammered George.

She giggled, "You always were a charmer. Mind if I come in?" She pushed her way past George and set the bag full of food on the kitchen table. She looked around in bewilderment at the level of devastation. The Kitchen walls were covered in fruit guts, the contents of the pantry were partially sprawled out over the floor, and several dishes were smashed. "Jesus, what happened in here?"

"I uh, was making lunch and uh..."

"Yeah I see that," she interjected, "maybe you should leave the lunches to us, ey?"

George had always been unsure of how to handle Lindsey's prickly demeanor. Though she was always nice to him she was also headstrong and intimidating. "Yeah, suppose so."

The two stood in the kitchen for an uncomfortable moment before Lindsey began again. "So... what have you been up too? It's been over a year since I saw you last. Did you get into any colleges?"

"No," he said meekly, "I tried community college for a semester but as it turns out, a lot of people from our high school go there too, They didn't make it easy on me."

She looked pissed, "You know that really bites, I never understood why they laid into you so much."

George shrugged, "Easy target I guess."

"What about a university? Your grades were good enough to get into State."

"I thought about it," said George, "But I couldn't leave my mom. She's had a hard time ever since... well, you know."

"Yeah I know," she said dejectedly.

"But what about you, how are you liking State?"

"Oh I love it. I'm like a whole new woman. I joined a sorority, and things are never dull."

That explained the new look. "That's cool. So are you home for the summer?"

"Yep," she said happily, "I'm earning a little money at dad's shop so that I won't have to work so hard during the school year. He really needs the help anyway. What about you? You work?"

"Uh yeah, I teach kids how to swim down at the wellness center."

"Oh wow! I can definitely picture you doing that. You've always been good with kids. But things are good?"

"Well, things have been pretty much the same."

She cringed, "That bad huh?"

"Yeah, but lately things have been looking up."

"Well, that's good at least. I really missed you George." She looked at him bashfully for a moment, "We uh, we should hang out sometime, before I have to go back. We can catch up."

"Uh yeah! Definitely... need to do that."

"Always the charmer." She laughed. "Well, I'd better get going. The shop doesn't really get anything done unless I'm there." She started to walk back towards the door, but stopped when she noticed Dawn sleeping soundly on the couch. "Oh, what's with sleeping beauty?"

George suddenly felt like this might not end well, "Oh, um, that's Dawn, my girlfriend."

She looked at him in shock. "YOU have a GIRLFRIEND?" she dragged out.

"Yeah, I mean I think so."

"Uh-huh, and where did you find her? She's... hot," admitted Lindsey reluctantly.

George thought about telling her about how she sprung forth from a two millennia old Persian tar to grant him all his sexual wishes, but thought better of it. "Actually, she sort of, found me."

"Oh, well... that's great! Good for you George," she said unconvincingly. "Well, I'll um... call you."

"Yeah, definitely."

"Um... bye," she said. She moved for the door rapidly and let herself out.

George couldn't help but feel relieved. Normally he would have been glad to see Lindsey, but he was too focused on Dawn to really give her the attention she deserved. He looked over to where Dawn was sleeping with the hope that she would be awake. But she lay there blissfully. He decided that he would let her rest when he noticed the mess Lindsey had pointed out to him. He wandered around the kitchen and cleaned up as best he could while Dawn slept.




A Beautiful Wish Ch. 02



After a short while however, George became very lonely again. He kept shooting glances at the couch hoping to see Dawn stir, but she didn't. With his heart definitely not in to the cleaning, he walked back over to Dawn and sat on the floor next the couch. He could see a small contented smile around the edges of her mouth. George desperately wanted to kiss her or touch her or talk to her, anything to stop him from thinking about how lonely he was without her. Eventually, he settled on stoking her pretty hair.

As his large hand caressed her, he thought about all that had happened in the past few hours. She had come into his life so swiftly that he could scarcely believe that she was real. But he had too. The alternative was just too painful. It made his insides ache just to think about it.

"Dawn," he said softly, "I don't know if you can hear me or not. I guess it doesn't matter. I just really need to say this. I think that if I don't do it now I may never have the nerve to again." He breathed heavily as he continued, "I made a mistake when I was young, and I've been paying for it ever since. There was someone that I loved very much, who loved me very much, who I took for granted. It was my dad. I assumed that he would always be there, that no matter what happened I'd be okay with him around.

But he died. I've never been able to feel that way about anyone ever since." He swallowed hard, "I was too afraid of losing it. That's why I don't have many friends. At times its been really hard to carry on. I thought about ending it once or twice.

But ever since you came around with your sweet voice, and your pretty hair, and your hot body... and your eyes, I can feel those barriers I put up falling away. And I feel myself needing you more and more with each passing moment. I don't know if you know this, but I almost cried this morning when you weren't there. God that's so pathetic, but it's true. And then I heard you singing and I wanted to run away, because I thought that if you were real then it couldn't last, I would lose you.

But I'm tired of running. I'm going to make a promise to you, and to myself. I promise to never take you, or your abilities, or any part of you for granted. I promise that I won't push you away. In fact, let's make it a wish. I wish to never take you for granted. I wish for every day with you to be at least as amazing as this one."

He had begun to cry and hastily wiped his eyes on his shirt. "At the very least, I want to thank you for making my life worth living again. You came at a time when what I needed most was for someone to take a chance on me. You saved me. I'll never forget that."

Just then George heard a sniffle come from Dawn. She opened her eyes slowly. A torrent of tears winded their way down her cheeks. "Sorry, I was listening," she said softly.

George held her hand and continued to stroke her hair. "For how long?" he asked.

"Ever since you called me your girlfriend," her voiced cracked heavily.

"Is that okay with you? I mean, if it's not I understand I just..."

"Stop it," she said quickly, "I am yours. In whatever way you want, I am yours."

He merely nodded.

"You do not believe me?"

"It's not that. I..." he tried desperately to get the words out, but Dawn's heavenly gaze brought him closer to a place he had been afraid to go for so long. "I don't know..." he whispered.

Dawn raised herself off the couch so that she was at eye level with him. She looked deep into his eyes, and was about to say something when George stopped her.

"Don't..." he interrupted.

"I am sorry. You are my Master, and your wish is my command. But you need to hear this, as much as I need to say it. Please, do not stop me."

He couldn't fight it anymore. He couldn't even speak. All of his past guilt and self-loathing was silenced for a moment. For the first time, George wanted someone to love him. All he could do was hang his head and wait.

Dawn made him look at her by pulling his chin forward with a gentle nudge from her delicate fingers. She then held his hands tightly and gave him a look that he could swear was familiar. It was gentle and fearless. It was forgiving and shameless. It was everything she was in its purest form. It was absolute heaven.

"I do not care if you believe me or not. I do not care if you have earned it or not. I love you. I always will. And someday, you will realize how much."

George didn't know what to do. Part of him wanted to run. Part of him didn't want to believe it. But one overwhelming part of him began to hope, and it took him over. Finally, after years of feeling fearful, and lonely, and broken, he was whole. He wasn't completely fixed, but the missing pieces were finally there. He could see his whole life laid out before him as one long string of glorious experiences with Dawn by his side.

His thoughts broke him down, and his veneer of cold self-sufficiency melted away. All that was left was the belief that he was loved. He cried. He cried harder then he ever had before. Dawn pulled him close, kissed his forehead, and held him tightly. They stayed that way for a long time.



A Beautiful Wish Ch. 03



Chapter 3: First Fantasy

For George, it had been a day unlike any other. Out of the ashes of one of the worst days of his life in which he had been picked on, scolded, beaten up, and humiliated, sprung a new day that had quickly become the most joyous he had every experienced. He had serendipitously found a magical Persian tar which when played correctly unleashed the essence of a sexual Genie servant who was now bonded to him for life. He had named her Dawn, after her striking pair of light blue eyes flecked with red and gold, which reminded George of a sunrise. The rest of her was just as beautiful, long and feathered honey-colored hair, a lithe and curvaceous body, and a disposition so enchanting one would have trouble not melting into a puddle of hapless goo the moment she said hello. But for George she seemed to have the opposite effect. When before he had felt meek and timid, he now felt stronger and livelier around her. After spending the day getting to know her, Dawn had revealed to him that she was in love with him and that, magical bond or no, she always would be.

After many years of fear and self-loathing, this revelation had a great impact on George. He had never believed that anyone would ever love him. The hope that his bad days were behind him had broke him down. As Dawn hugged him tightly, years of pain seeped into the collar of her light blue pajama top. She had allowed him to feel safe, and their bond had grown even stronger.

Now that his life had turned a corner George was emotionally exhausted, not to mention physically thanks to the copious amounts of amazing sex. He felt like he needed a nap but it was still mid afternoon and he was worried that if he went to sleep again Dawn wouldn't be there when he awoke. Instead, he decided a nice leisurely movie would help him rejuvenate and allow him to spend more time with his dream girl. She agreed excitedly as it was to be her first cinematic experience.

"Why don't you pick," he offered.

She beamed at him and moved to the DVD collection next to the TV. George loved the way she bent and posed for him as she perused the collection. She would stand on her toes to reach the top of the shelf for some random box and then twist to show off the curve of her perfect butt and her graceful legs. "Hmmm, King Kong..." she said, "nah, too long." Then she knelt and thrust her ass into the air as she reached for another box, "Saw, eww gross." She continued through the collection being sure to give George all the best views of her delicious figure. She would make sure the outline of her perky breasts was visible even though she was facing away from him.

Eventually she found a movie that excited her and dived into George's lap to show him. "Harry Potter?" he asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Please! It looks like fun," she gave him a sexy pout and bounced up and down, which did wonderful things to her braless tits.

"Ok, ok! Put it in." She began to pull his cock out of his pants, "The movie you little minx!"

"Darn, I thought I had you there," she laughed. She jumped off his lap and moved to the entertainment center. It took her a few minutes, but she figured out how the TV and DVD player worked and returned to George's lap.

As the movie played, Dawn watched in complete fascination. She would gasp and clap excitedly at Harry's victories, and boo his enemies. All the while she would bounce on George's lap as he wrapped his arms around her taut stomach. She was particularly fascinated by the wands. "Ooh, that is neat! I want a wand George!" she exclaimed. Then she stopped bouncing as a sudden realization hit her, "Wait a second...I DO have a wand." She crawled off of George's lap and pulled out his hardened cock. "8 and a half inches of pure mahogany," she said as she stroked him slowly.

George was only beginning to recover but he reached his full length in record time thanks to her expert ministrations. However, he was still a little sore from their previous encounter in which he had, almost literally, fucked her brains out. "Oh babe, I don't want to tell you to stop but..."

"Do not tell me then," she interrupted, "just relax and let me give you a little taste of what is in store for you for the rest of your life."

"But I'm still recovering from last time and I don't want you to miss the movie."

"I can do both and besides," she flashed him a sexy grin, "you are always just one wish away from being ready."

He thought for a second, which wasn't easy at that particular moment, and said, "I wish to be completely rejuvenated so that I can enjoy a relaxing handjob from my beautiful girlfriend."

The tingle returned along with the flash of gold from her eyes. He felt completely refreshed and his cock seemed even harder then it had been before. She moved in close to kiss him and purred, "Mmmm, you are so sweet. I am very lucky to have such a great guy as my boyfriend." She smiled happily, "I cannot believe I just called you that. You do not mind, do you George?"

"You know I don't. It's official now."

"Could you...say it again?" she said sheepishly. Her eyes glistened from the light of the TV.

George could tell this meant a lot to her. He looked deep into her eyes and said, "Dawn, you are my wonderful, intelligent, beautiful girlfriend and I am your ever-grateful, and endlessly awestruck at everything you do, boyfriend."

Dawn leaned in to kiss him again and let it linger for while. She continued to stroke him slowly with both hands as her lips danced across his. George ran his fingers through her hair and caressed her cheek were he felt a little dampness. It wasn't a lot but it made him feel really good to be able to make her that happy with so small a gesture. Then he thought that maybe it wasn't so small a thing. After all, it had meant so much to him just to hear her say three little words. 

As they kissed he thought about what it must be like for her to have to be prepared to be treated like a slave. However, try as he might, he just couldn't think of her that way. If anything, he felt enslaved to her. It was a feeling he relished. He decided then that he wanted her as Dawn, not just his Genie; and that would mean she would have to find an identity outside of her need to gain his approval. He wanted her to love him because he deserved it, not because some Major Genie two-thousand years ago decided she would on some cosmic whim. It was a tall order, he had no idea how to go about it, but it was something that he felt very strongly about.

In any case, he wanted very much for her to know how much she mattered to him. He just couldn't think of the right words. He knew what he thought he should say, that he loved her too, but he still wasn't ready to say it. With nothing else on the tip of his tongue, except hers, he filed the thought away and let himself enjoy her attentions.

True to her word, she was able to watch the movie and give him a stellar handjob at the same time. She had produced a bottle of some gel-like substance out of thin air and used it to keep him slick and cool. It was very slow and easy, unlike their previous encounters that day which had been explosions of passion, sweat, and screams. As she watched and stroked, she continued her youthfully exuberant exclamations at the movie. Whenever a character would perform a spell with a wand, she would use her "wand" to do the same thing. "Wingardium Leviosa!" shouted the on-screen Ron. "Wingardium Leviosa!" exclaimed Dawn, and the bottle of slick gel floated over to her so she could apply more to George's turgid shaft. The two broke down into hysterics. 

After a little more than half-way through the film George was on the verge of a large climax. Dawn paused the movie so that she could devote her complete attention to him. She knelt on the floor between his legs and continued her slow methodical movements. She looked directly into his eyes and he could see her own passion building up as well. It took him a moment to remember his wish that she feel any pleasure she gave him and realized that she was about to cum too. Still she stroked slowly, though she gripped his cock a little more tightly.

"Oh George," she said in a husky voice, "you make the best wishes." Her lips trembled as she breathed ragged breaths. Her nipples poked through her shirt. She had a hard, glazed look about her. "Cum for me George," she said in almost a whisper, "Cum all over your girlfriend's face. Cover me with your cum." 

He felt the steady rush of his orgasm pour through him. He grunted as long white ropes of his cum drenched her nose, chin, and lips. More coated her forehead and cheeks and dripped down in large gobs to the floor. She moaned loudly as her own climax overtook her. "Oh yes! Give it to me George! So much...so much cum!" she yelled as she jacked him off.

George looked down at her lightly glazed face in awe, both of Dawn and her enthusiasm, and the size of his ejaculation. He couldn't remember ever cuming that much before. He watched her in silence as she caught her breath. Her breasts heaved in her light blue top. Once she regained control of herself she reached down underneath the waistband of her pajamas and dipped her fingers into her sopping pussy. She brought them up slowly to her face where she mixed them with his cum and sucked the mixture off her finger. "Th...thank you George," she said with a shudder.

"Um...you're welcome babe. Are you ok?"

Dawn continued to suck globs of his cum from her fingers, "Yes, but I think I may have something of sperm fetish." She giggled as she made more of a mess trying to clean herself up than George did messing her up. Eventually, she gave up trying to get it all before it dripped on the floor and summoned the magical washcloth to finish the job properly.

As Dawn cleaned George first and then herself, George said, "That was intense! Was that you or me?"

"You mean that impressive load? A combination really. Part of it was the fact that I am quite good at giving handjobs, another was the fact that you were fully rejuvenated and had been stimulated for a long time. But you have been giving me loads like this all day, this is just the first one you have actually seen."

George thought back and realized she was right. He had always cum inside her up to that point. "But I've never done that on my own," he said.

"Yes, well, you had never been with a woman before. Your body knows when it is alone. With a partner, our systems go into overdrive. Human systems do anyway. My systems are always turned up," she said with a saucy grin.

"Well, whatever the reason, that was amazing."

"Thank you very much Hotstuff!" She jumped up onto his lap and leaned in to kiss him again. 

But then he remembered that she had just been slurping down his cum like she was at a wine tasting and stopped her. "Whoa, whoa. First, I wish for both of us to be completely clean and refreshed so that we can enjoy the rest of this movie together. Like normal couples do, not sex crazed magical Genies and Masters."

Tingle. Flash. "Thank you! And phooey," she pouted.

"Hey, I said like normal couples. I think normal couples like to fool around a little during movies. Don't they?."

She nearly tackled him and kissed him with infectious enthusiasm. "This couple does!" she said when they finally broke from the kiss.

Eventually, they put the movie back on and actually managed to watch it the whole way through without any more wishes. Though that didn't prevent them from indulging in a few gropes, fondles, kisses, and embraces. George spent a good portion of the film sneaking grabs at her perfect breasts and butt while Dawn made half-hearted attempts at stopping him.

As the credits rolled all semblance of normalcy evaporated, and the pair dissolved into a sea of passionate tongue twisting. But after a while their kissing became slower and more tender. Dawn surprised him by finding a sensitive spot on his neck where she licked and sucked for bit. The sensations made George squirm and laugh. It wasn't until the DVD switched back to the title screen and replayed its theme song a few times that they stopped. George held her tightly as she lay on top of him and stroked the silky golden-brown hair that he loved so much. She scrunched her arms up between them and laid her head down on George's broad chest as she purred softly.

Finally, George asked, "So how did you like the movie?"

"It was great! It was a little preposterous, but so exciting! That's a fantasy story?" she asked as she turned to meet his eyes.

"Yep, there are bunch more in that series too. We can watch the rest sometime if you like."

She flashed him a heart stopping smile, "I would like that very much, as long as we can watch them together." She gave him another sweet peck on the lips. "I think fantasy might be my favorite type of story."

George suddenly had an idea that was too good to let go. "Dawn, come up to my room. I want to show you something."

She shivered slightly, "Ooh, goody."

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The two made their way across the house and to the stairs. Normally such an activity would have been quite forgettable. But with Dawn involved, the simple act of moving from one place to another took a great deal of effort. She led him by the hands while she would periodically sneak flirtatious touches to his muscles and his cock. Even when she wasn't playfully nipping at him, George found it difficult to keep his hands off of her. When they reached the stairs Dawn went first, giving George an unparalleled view of her delicious curves, barely hidden behind her light blue pajamas. Without thinking, George reached up, gripped her butt roughly, and kissed the small of her back. She feigned a gasp and turned around. She sat on a step a few higher then George, spread her legs, and pulled him on top of her, moaning lustfully as they started making out again.

While George was indeed ready for another round of passionate love-making, he had a gift for her that he was certain she would like that wasn't something he could wish for, and he was very excited to give it too her. At least as far as he could figure, he could only wish for something if it involved sex. What he had in mind was more cerebral. But despite his heroic attempts at disengaging from her delectable mouth, Dawn kept him entwined. With no other recourse, George wrapped one arm around her bare waist and swung her over his shoulder. She yelped and giggled and kicked her legs up and down as George carried her the rest of the way up the stairs.

As they entered his room, George slid Dawn off his shoulder until she was cradled in his arms. He then laid her down on his bed gently. She struggled to plant kisses on his face and neck all the while.

He laughed, "C'mon babe, I have a present for you."

"Really?" she squealed.

"Yes. But sit right there. I need to do some digging first." Dawn gave him a look that seemed to say "huh," but she obediently complied. She reclined on his bed, making sure to twist and bend in a way that would give him the best view of her body.

George stepped over a few piles of dirty clothes and almost tripped over the Persian tar which had been Dawn's home for more than two-thousand years. He picked it up and leaned it against the wall next to his guitar. The ivory carving at the top was still cracked wide up the center. George noticed that Dawn was watching him nervously as he handled the tar and then relaxed when she realized he was merely putting it away.

"Don't worry," he said, "I'm not going to put you back in your vessel."

Reassured, Dawn smiled and nodded. George moved to his closet and began tossing smelly clothes, shoes, and a few old action figures out of the way. As he worked he asked, "How did you fit in that thing anyway? Even being a gas it still would've been a tight fit."

She giggled a cute giggle, "I was not a gas George. I was raw potential. I was everything and nothing at the same time. You make it sound like I could fill a balloon."

"You are, at the very least, a force of nature. But seriously, were you hiding in a black hole or something?" he asked as he moved a large stack of comic books.

Dawn watched him very closely, periodically raising her eyebrows at the different items he produced from his seemingly bottomless closet. "Actually, I do not think I have been entirely clear about how a Genie's vessel works. You see, the tar was not the actual vessel itself. It is merely the doorway to the vessel. The actual vessel is a small demi-plane, a tiny universe completely serperate from your own, which is only accessible through the doorway's magic. Think of it like this: my vessel is a room with a locked door. This door can take on many forms, in this case, a tar. The key to this door can also take on many forms, in this case, a specific song."

"I get it...I think. And if someone where to open the door to the vessel without the key..."

"That would be very difficult to do. First, the doorway is virtually indestructible and tamper proof to all but the most powerful beings, and I cannot even speculate as to who those beings would be. Secondly, even if they opened the door to the vessel, the magic of the vessel requires the key for the Genie's essence to be released. So they would go to a tremendous amount of trouble for nothing. They would find the vessel empty. The only exceptions that I know of are the Genie Kings and Major Genies."

George took in all that she said in quiet contemplation. The more he found out about Genies, the more he felt like he had won some kind of cosmic lottery. "So what is it like inside this little universe? Are there tons of pillows laying around a giant hookah, like in the TV shows?"

"Like I said before, it is difficult to explain logically. All I can really say with certainty is that I do not want to go back."

"Why is that?"

"Well, before, I was pure potential. I did not have a personality or emotions or even a body. There was everything, but nothing at the same time. Now that I am fully formed and self-aware, I am afraid that I would be very lonely inside all by myself. I would not be aware of anything going on outside the vessel and I would be afraid that the vessel may never be opened again. And...it is the only place where I could not feel you."

George paused his rummaging and sat back on his knees. He felt a sudden twinge in his heart at her mention of being lonely. Loneliness was a feeling he knew well. Dawn kept talking.

"Of course, I would go back inside if you wished it. And if someone else somehow managed to open the vessel with me inside, I would still belong to you. It is just that..."

"Dawn."

"Yes George."

"I won't ever make that wish," he said very sternly, "you're never going back into your vessel." He looked over his shoulder at her, "Understand?"

"Y...yes Master. I did not mean to imply that you would. I mean...it would be acceptable if you felt it necessary. I am sorry," she lowered her head in shame.

George was slightly alarmed at the honorific. He had never been prone to outbursts of any extreme emotion. The memories of his old life, the life before Dawn, had created a fatherly need in him to protect her. But he realized it had come out sounding like a dog owner yanking something out of a young pup's mouth. He felt suddenly terrible for his lack of tact. 

He sighed heavily and said, "I didn't mean it like that Dawn. That was rude and uncalled for. I got carried away. What I meant to say was that I wouldn't do that to you, not after what I've been through, and certainly not after...forgive me?"

Their eyes locked. Understanding and grace filled her countenance. "There is no need George. You were remembering what it was like to be lonely, and you took a stand against it, not me. I am proud of you actually."

"Yeah, well, I still feel bad. Don't really know where that came from."




A Beautiful Wish Ch. 03



Dawn shrugged, "It is fine George, I still love you."

His stomach did two back flips, "I um...I..." he stammered.

"You were going to give me a present," she said happily.

He smiled, knowing that she let him dodge the bullet. "Yes indeed," he said with enthusiasm, "sorry that it's taking me so long. It's been a while since I've actually used any of them."

She clapped her hands together excitedly, "You mean there is more than one?"

"You'll see," he said slyly.

Finally, he had cleared the debris from around his gift. "Ok Dawn, close your eyes. And no peeking."

She smiled knowingly at him and shut her eyes. George had no idea that the act of closing one's eyes could be so sexy, but then he thought that Dawn could be wearing a haz-mat suit and still look sexy. She reclined on his bed and waited patiently for her next command.

George walked over to her and picked her up carefully. Without any prompting, she leaned her head against his shoulder and wrapped her arms around his neck, her eyes still relaxed and closed. He could almost feel the warmth of her smile.

He carried her over to his closet, set Dawn on her feet, and guided her to her knees in front of a wooden, knobby, waist high bookcase completely filled end to end with small paperback books. Creases along the spines indicated that they had been read several times over.

"Ok, open your eyes," he said quietly.

She did so slowly and examined the bookcase. George stayed quiet as she took in the site before her. "These...these are stories."

"Fantasy stories," corrected George. "This is my collection, all my favorites. Whenever I was feeling down I would lose myself in a book for a while until the feeling passed. I used to imagine myself as the heroes in the stories, slaying dragons and saving maidens and whatnot. It would make me feel better, for a little while at least."

"Why did you stop," her voice was filled with awe.

"Eventually I started to believe that nobody in the real world really thought that way. I would read a story that had inspired me when I was a kid, but when I compared it to my own experience, things just didn't add up. Good and evil are never that absolute. Love stories are never that simple. Friendships never last that long." 

He sighed heavily once more, his eyes downcast. "No, that's not true," he said sadly. "I gave up. I just, stopped trying. I guess I thought the maidens would rather date the dragons then be saved by me."

"But now that I have you, I know that I was wrong. A lot of what I am, a lot of what I hoped to be, is in those books. They taught me about myself. It's why I know what friendship is even though I don't have any friends. It's how I know that if you love me like you say you do, then I should try to be worthy of it. It's how I know that I don't want you to be my slave, but my girlfriend. Dawn, you made me realize how important these are to me. And now I want you to have them." 

"You mean, you are giving them all, to me?" she asked wide-eyed.

"On one condition. When you read them, I want you to think about what the stories mean to you, not just what it means to me that you are reading them. I want you to enjoy them, or hate them, because it is what you feel."

Dawn wore a look of unabashed wonderment as she ran her index finger along the spines of the books. She stopped at a familiar title and pulled the book free. It was the book version of the movie they had just watched. She stared at the cover lovingly.

He continued, "I know that they are just books, but when I saw how much you liked the movie I thought you might enjoy the real thing. And who knows, maybe you'll find something in those books that will teach you something about yourself, just like they did for me."

She hugged the book tight across her chest and said, "They are not just books. They are you." She looked up at him, her beautiful dawn colored eyes glistened, "I will take very good care of them."

George leaned in and kissed her forehead, "I know you will." 

Feeling very good about himself, George thought he should leave her be for the moment so that she could explore her gift more completely. He stood up and surveyed the devastation in his room. Unlike the mess in the kitchen, this one was completely his own doing. Even before he had emptied his closet to clear a path to the bookcase, the place had looked like a war-zone, with old action figures acting like generals directing their armies of books over mountains of dirty clothing. Now it looked like the proverbial bomb had gone off. He had resolved to give the place a thorough scrubbing when he heard Dawn's voice behind him.

"George," she said in her now familiar sultry tone, "I have a gift for you too."

George turned around and almost choked on his tongue at what he saw. Dawn was at the entrance to his closet dressed in an almost perfect recreation of a Hogwart's uniform. Actually it was even more perfect thanks to the alterations she made. Rather than looking frumpy, the costume was cut to hug every inch of her perfect body. Her long shapely legs were made even more so thanks to a pair of black pumps and white knee high stockings. The skirt was definitely much shorter than any respectable witch would have worn, stopping just before her lightly tanned mid thigh. Her blouse acted more like a corset than a blouse and pushed her large perky breasts up higher then usual. With the top few buttons undone the view was mesmerizing. Rather than a cloak, she wore a long silk scarf that blended blue, red, and gold in horizontal bands up its length. It flowed in two long tendrils down her back. Her skirt and tie matched the scarf's colors, although the tie looked quite comical nestled uselessly in her cleavage. All told, George thought she looked dazzling and his throbbing cock poked noticeably against his sweat pants in response. He stood their dazed with his mouth open.

"You like?" Dawn asked as she pranced around in a tight circle to give him all the best views. Her scarf twirled around her in graceful swirls. Her pleated skirt flared up and George caught sight of her little white panties.

George tried to say, "Ohmyfuckingodyes!" But what he actually said came out even less coherent than that.

Dawn gave him a heavenly laugh and said, "I will assume that was an affirmative."

George nodded dumbly.

"But this is not the complete extent of my gift. How would you like to go there?"

"Where? Too Hogwart's?"

She nodded.

"You can do that?"

"With a wish, Yes. I said before that I could create fantasies for you without limit. The only stipulation would be that there would have to be sex involved."

"Oh, darn," he said jokingly.

She laughed again. "I have to warn you though, while you are in the fantasy, time will pass in the real world. An hour in a fantasy would amount to roughly and hour in our world. Of course, as your mastery of my powers grows, and your confidence in yourself grows, that ratio would change in your favor. Also, there is a limit on the amount of time you can spend in a fantasy. You opened my vessel just under 18 hours ago, so you have accrued 18 hours of fantasy time."

"Ok, I don't want to stay there for a full 18 hours. Maybe an hour or two would suffice."

"That should be fine. Right now you can experience a fantasy up to six hours long, but again, that should get longer as we spend more time together and the more confidant you become. Oh, and you cannot experience more than one fantasy in any 24 hour period, to prevent you from spending too much time in a fantasy world."

"This is one of those wierd Genie rules isn't it?"

"Yes, sorry George. It is something I do not have a control over."

Despite his limitations, George was very excited about the prospect of living out the fantasies from his books, "So, if I wished to fight some Orcs and then make love to you dressed up like an Elf for six hours, you could do that?"

Tingle. She smiled happily and said, "Yes, that would be fine. That sounds like a lot of fun actually. And I wouldn't really be dressed up like an elf, I would be an elf. However, for any fantasy I would need to have a basic script of events and any other details you feel are important."

"Well right now I am feeling inspired by your 'uniform'. What do I need to do?"

She leaned in and rubbed his erection lightly through his pants. She bit her lip as she said softly, "Why don't you get comfortable, and then you can tell me what you dream about. Then, I will make your dream come true." She had that look in her eye that George had come to recognize as her unbridled affection.

George felt a little weak-kneed as she pulled him down low enough so that she could kiss him deeply as she continued to caress his member. She pushed him backwards lightly until he hit the bed and fell backwards, pulling her on top of him. His stomach did three back flips.

She straddled him, "So George, are you comfortable yet?" she asked.

"I don't think I've ever felt so comfortable being so uncomfortable in my entire life," he said breathlessly in between kisses.

"Then would Master like to be less comfortable?"

He just grunted in confirmation.

Without her moving from their kiss, George felt his pants slide down and his hard cock enter her slick warm tunnel. She didn't ride him so much as milk him. He could feel her walls pulse and pull and tighten around him slowly. The thought occurred to him that her panties should have been in the way, but quickly dismissed it when he remembered she was Genie. He thought she could probably still be wearing her panties and just make them immaterial or something. He swooned as he imagined the lengths that Dawn could and probably would go just to fuck him.

Over the next half-hour, George relayed to Dawn a fantasy that been swimming in his head for a while. Dawn continued her slow milking, increasing her intensity as George relayed some of the more lurid details. He had been resisting the urge to reach up and play with his most favorite pair of breasts in the whole world because he didn't want to mess up her uniform. But he couldn't hold back as their mutual orgasm approached. She feigned indignation as her tie and blouse were hopelessly disheveled by George's large hands, but the sensations quickly melted her coherence. Even as big as George's hands were, the flesh of her breasts overflowed and spilled out between his thick fingers. Minutes later, they both finished riding out the crests of their equally earth-shattering orgasms.

The script was eventually decided upon. But then George realized that quite a bit of the tension would require him not realizing it was a fantasy. He related his fears to Dawn. "If you would prefer George, I can make you believe the fantasy completely as long as you are inside it. Once you return you will have all of your memories intact."

"Problem solved. So what do I do now?"

"Just lay back and close your eyes. I will do the rest. I will see you again in one and one half hours, as we agreed."

"Wait. Aren't you coming with?" he asked.

"I can observe if you wish."

"Can't you, ya know, participate?"

"Of course George."

"Well, do you want to go?"

"If Master wishes it."

"No, no. I mean, does Dawn want to go, the person, not the Genie?"

"More than anything," she replied wistfully.

"So why didn't you just say so?"

"I did not want to presume you wanted me thus."

"I do, thus. Besides the fact that I want you around me all the time, this is as much your idea as it is mine. You have to be there."

She brightened, "Okay, do you wish me to observe, or would you like me involved more...intimately?"

"Well since you are the girl of dreams, why don't you be the girl in the fantasy. Can you alter your memories like you can mine, so that you believe it too?"

"Yes and no, I cannot make the Genie side of me believe it, because it needs to monitor and guide the fantasy. But the Dawn part of me can believe it if you would like her too."

"What would you like?"

She looked into his eyes and replied, still wistful, "I would like to be where my master is so that he may continue to see me as the girl of his dreams."

"Is that the Genie talking, or Dawn?"

"Both," she whispered.

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Prof. Malak Graves rushed briskly through the grounds of Goose Pimple's University in a desperate attempt to get to his next appointment on time. He had only been teaching advanced dueling for a semester and already the complaints of his sour attitude and perpetual lateness was putting him on cold terms with the Headmistress. He nodded curtly as he passed several students and rounded a corridor towards his office.

Prof. Graves was very young to be teaching such an advanced course at one of the oldest and most prestigious wizarding universities in America, but his talent and style were undeniable. He had never had any formal education himself, growing up on the magical streets, picking up whatever bit of magic he could use to help him survive. But after helping the authorities break up several groups dedicated to the dark arts by working undercover, he had proved to all that he was both powerful and trustworthy, if a little eccentric. However, he was having trouble keeping to his schedule while following the Headmistress' incessant demands. 

He had gained a reputation as something of a maverick on campus. He was not much older than most of the students attending the school, and he tended to have more in common with them then the stuffy old witches and wizards who taught the other classes. He had a prickly exterior persona most of the time, but those who got to know him found him dedicated and very protective of his students. While most wizarding folk were either skinny or portly, Malak was thick and hard thanks to his less cushy upbringing. 

Most of his students greatly enjoyed his classes because Malak had a complete aversion to books and lectures. Rather than a black board, Prof. Graves had an arena filled will all sorts of devious surprises. And instead of theorys and proofs, he focused on the practical aspects of casting spells and the subtle tricks that could keep one alive in a desperate situation. His favorite trick, and specialty, was silent spells. He could cast most spells without any words or flourishes so long as he had his wand somewhere on his person. It was a talent he had not shared with his superiors or his students out of the habit of wanting an ace up this sleeve. Most times, this is where he kept his wand, hidden away for times of crisis.

He reached his office on the 852nd floor of the northwest tower just in time to hear the clock tower boom four times. He was relieved to see that his appointment was running slightly late. He couldn't afford any more lapses in professionalism that semester. He was to meet with a young exchange student from across the pond who was having trouble with a certain jinx that she just couldn't seem to defend herself against no matter how hard she tried. He had put this meeting off several times, dismissing it as trivial. How could a student at one of the best wizarding schools in the world be having trouble with such a ridiculously simple spell? But his department head had explained to him in no uncertain terms that his job depended on this meeting.

Prof. Graves hung up his formal black school cloak, revealing a white, partially unbuttoned business shirt. He was trying to organize his stacks of parchment lying haphazardly about his desk when he heard a tiny knock at the door to his office. "It's open," he said shortly. 

He heard someone enter, but did not look up. He heard a young woman's voice say, "H, hello Professor." She spoke with a very sweet and sexy British accent.

"Yes, Yes. Sit down, sit down. You must be miss Honeywell. I underst..." he stopped as he caught sight of the honey haired goddess. She was dressed in the standard GPU uniform, though it seemed much too small for her and her bountiful curves, which pushed the blouse of her uniform to its limits in terms of both decorum and functionality. Her skirt was entirely too short to cover her toned dancer's legs and he could clearly see her white panties as she struggled in vain to cover herself while she sat cross-legged in the chair opposite from him.

He caught himself gawking, though she didn't seem to notice as she fumbled about her uniform, trying to make it fit properly. He continued, "...understand that you have been having trouble with a clotho reducto jinx."

"Yes professor," she said shyly.

"You do know there is a counter jinx to this spell, yes?"

"Yes professor, but every time I try to cast it, the jinx just intensifies. I've ruined three uniforms already, and whenever I try to put on something different it changes to look like this." she said, her voice filled with exasperation.

"Interesting," said Malak intrigued, "well stand up, I had better be sure that you haven't just been casting the spell incorrectly. These things do happen sometimes." He rose, and motioned with his wand for her to stand next to his desk.

She moved with seemingly unconscious grace to stand before him. She had a delicate a sultry way of moving, but Malak was fairly certain by her square framed glasses and nervous attempts to cover her legs that she was not comfortable walking around in such a revealing state. He couldn't help remarking to himself how cute and sexy she was, her not realizing it was just adding another level to his arousal.

"Clotho Enlargum," said Malak firmly with a simple flourish from his wand. True to her word, the uniform shrunk and tightened even more until the buttons from her blouse burst and shot across the room, revealing her unbelievably gorgeous melons lifted and restrained unnecessarily in a white seamless bra. Her skirt was just an inch long.

"You see Professor?" she cried as she tried to cover herself with too few appendages. She unconsciously palmed her right breast.

Malak could clearly see her hard nipples poking through the undergarment. Her cheeks appeared rosy and flushed. "Hmmm," he thought out loud. "I don't mean to alarm you, but this could be very serious Ms. Honeywell."

"Oh no! I'm cursed aren't I?" she asked nearly in tears.

"I need to try a few things to be sure. I am going to cast another spell. This one is a counter hex, if I'm correct then your clothes shall reduce even further. If that's the case, I'll then try a counter curse. I want you to be prepared Ms. Honeywell, if I'm right, you may very well be completely naked by the time I'm done."

Her face scrunched up in anguish, "Are you sure we need to do this Professor? I mean...if my dad found out that I've been cursed, he would ship me back home faster then you could say unforgivable."

"The alternative is that your clothing will continue to reduce until anything you wear will appear as nothing at all. I'm sure you don't want that."

"Well...no."

"Then this must be done. It is the only way I can know for sure."

She didn't look happy about her options and hesitated while she worked through any possible way out she may have overlooked. All the while she rubbed her thighs together and continued to fondle herself. Malak truly felt bad for her. If he was right, then she had been afflicted with a very old and difficult to break curse. It had gone by many names over the centuries, but the current street name for it was "the heat".

"Listen, Ms. Honeywell, I know that you must be slightly mortified at the moment. You have not been in any of my classes so you may not know this, but my students come first. If you would prefer me to keep your condition a secret, I will make an unbreakable vow to do so. But you must understand that this isn't going to wear off on its own. It must be dealt with."

Y, yes Professor," she said, her eyes downcast in resignation of her fate. "And Professor, thank you for...for your help."




A Beautiful Wish Ch. 03



"Thank me after we've gotten rid of this thing. Are you ready?"

She stopped trying to cover herself and balled her hands into tight fists, "I'm ready."

Malak cast his counter hex. Her blouse and skirt almost disappeared and her bra and panties tightened, mashing her jugs up even higher. She moaned in arousal and embarrassment. He cast his counter curse and the bra snapped open in the front allowing her large breasts to spill out. Immediately, she reached up to tug at the pretty dark pink nipples and collapsed to her knees in front of him. She writhed and moaned as a puddle of her juices formed underneath her.

He was now certain of his diagnosis. "Ms. Honeywell, I am afraid that I was correct. You have been afflicted with what is known as the heat. It starts out by tweaking your clothing to make you look more appealing to those you are attracted to." 

"Why...why am I so...horny right now!" she blurted out in between ragged breaths.

That's the second part of the curse, it increases your arousal the closer you get to the objects of your affection. There must be someone close by who you have feelings for. From what I understand, the stronger the feelings you have for this person the more intense the arousal. It intensifies even further if the wrong counterspells are used on the victim. The only way to stop it that I know of is to orgasm."

"O-ok, " she managed as she nervously reached down beneath her ripped panties and began to rub her swollen clit.

Malak thought he should leave her alone for a minute so that she could bring herself under control and moved towards the door to his office.

She stopped him, "No! Wait, please! Please help me Professor! I-I need you!"

Without thinking, Malak rushed to her side, "What is it girl?"

"I-I can't do it...on my own...anymore!" She reached for the outline of his engorged cock through his trousers, "Please! Please fuck me!"

Malak was horrified. The curse had already progressed to its 3rd stage. Now the only way she could satisfy her cravings was to be satisfied by another. But in order for her to be at this stage of the curse, she would've had to have been cursed weeks ago. This was going to make the task of uncurseing her much more complicated. But before he could begin tracking down the source, he had to help the poor girl orgasm. If he didn't then she would quickly go insane with lust and the curse would become permanent. Then she would run through the streets fucking anything that moved just so she could get a temporary release. It was a devious and evil curse that Dark wizards sometimes cast on their enemies to make sexual slaves out of them.

He helped her to her feet and guided her over to his desk. He laid her down face up, spread her legs wide, and ripped her panties off so that he had clean access to her hot pussy. He reached out and brushed her clit lightly. She cried out in ecstasy as he rubbed the swollen nub. "At least she should cum quickly," he thought. He leaned forward and licked her pussy with abandon. He reasoned that the more vigorous he was the quicker it would be over for her.

As he expected, she didn't last long against his assaults. She came within a minute of his furious tongue lashing. She cried out as the pleasure surged through her. She panted and moaned as she tweaked her hard nipples.

Malak rose, fully expecting her to be angry with him for taking advantage of her. Even though she had asked for it, she had been under the effects of the curse and probably didn't even know who he was anymore when she had begged him to fuck her. But she wasn't angry or pleased, she was still writhing and moaning. Her orgasm had not sated her lust. It was even worse then he originally feared.

"P-Professor! F-fuck me!" she screamed even louder than before. It was a good thing that his office was protected from scrying.

He reached down to grab her face and look into her eyes. He had to get through to her quickly. "Ms. Honeywell, you have progressed to stage four! This is the final stage before the curse becomes permanent! You need to receive a load of sperm from the person who is causing your arousal and fast! Tell me who it is! Now!"

She was glazed and delirious. Her eyes began to roll back into her head.

"Tell me now Girl!" he yelled as he lightly smacked her cheek to get her attention.

"Y-you Professor! I want you! I've wanted you since...since I first saw you!" she cried.

Malak was floored but he had no time to take in what that meant. On a practical level, this made halting her imminent insanity a much simpler task. He hadn't a moment to waste. He flung off his trousers and positioned his cock at her steaming entrance. He pushed in and she gasped in extreme pleasure. 

She was hot and tight, but so slick with her own juices that even with the great thickness of his cock, pistoning in and out of her was effortless and quite pleasurable. So much the better for him. He needed to get off quickly if he was going to save her.

He fucked her recklessly and with abandon. He had always been a tit man himself, so he reached up and took hold of her large perky breasts. The feeling of her tits mashing around his fingers was incredible. She continued to moan and scream as she came again and again. Malak could see her eyes water and roll back; he knew he didn't have long. 

Finally, he felt himself round the corner. He knew he would need to cum in her mouth as it was the fastest way to get it into her system, but he also knew it would have to be a large load if it was going to have any effect at all. He silently cast a fertility spell that would allow him to give her enough semen to stave off her insanity for at least a little while. 

He pulled out of her and she groaned. He moved to the other side of the desk where her head had been hanging off and stuffed his cock into her drooling mouth. He came almost immediately. Her eyes went wide as her cheeks billowed out. Some escaped her tight seal around his cock and dribbled down her face. But she instinctively gulped it down until she swallowed as much as Malak could give her.

The tide receded and Malak backed away from her. He had done all he could, now he had to wait to see if she would come back from the brink. He walked over to a trunk behind his desk and, after rummaging through it for a minute, found an ever-clean towel. He cleaned himself with it and then placed it neatly next to Ms. Honeywell, who was now moaning much more softly than before. She was almost wheezing and her whole body glistened with sweat. He put his trousers back on, walked over to the door, and faced it to wait for her to collect herself. He fully expected her to lash out at him; she would probably tell the headmistress and get him sacked. He was fine with that as long as she was ok, but he still needed to find the person who cursed her and get them to cast the proper counter curse.

Her ragged breathing finally went back to normal and Malak could hear her using the towel to wipe down her fairly slimy body.

"Ms. Honeywell," said Malak in his teacher voice, "if you go to the cloak rack next to my desk you will find a white satin robe. It is specially enchanted to resist spells of all sorts. It should relieve your clothing problem for the time being."

He heard her walk on shaky legs over to the cloak rack. After finding the robe he was talking about, she put it on. "It isn't changing! Oh thank Harry!" she squealed.

"Are you decent?" he asked shortly.

"Y-yes," she said, her voice shaking a little.

Malak turned around to face her and took in a sharp breath. Even with her hair being a bit out sorts and her glasses tilted, the robe made her look almost like an angel.

"You must now see the severity of this curse Ms. Honeywell."

She nodded.

"I promise to do everything I can to free you from it, but it will take time. Since you are now at stage four, time is something of which we have precious little. To keep you from losing yourself I will talk to Professor Applebottom in Potions and see about making you a tonic that will stave off your cravings. Once that is done, I will begin tracking down your attacker."

"What if...what if I don't want the cravings to stop?" she said quietly.

"I don't understand," said Malak.

She walked towards him quickly but still shaky and hugged him fiercely. "Would it be ok if I come to you when the craving comes back?"

Malak was not expecting this. While she was locked in her embrace, he was confused about what to do with his now awkward limbs. "Ms. Honeywell..."

"Please call my Shayla."

"Ok...Shayla, what do you mean you don't want the cravings to stop?"

"I'm sorry Professor, it is just that...I've always thought you were cute and when I heard how great a wizard you were from the other girls I just...I started to fantasize about you and me, together."

"M-Ms. Honey...Shayla, I am a teacher here. I can't get involved with a student."

"Oh! I think I feel another craving coming on," she fondled his rapidly recovering erection through his trousers. "Please help me," she said as she dropped to her knees and pulled his cock free.

Malak couldn't stop her as she bobbed up and down until he was a full length again. She looked up at him, "Do you have any of that potion handy Professor?"

"N-not yet," he stammered

"Then you had better give me another big dose before I lose myself Professor," she winked at him and went back to her rapid bobbing.

Malak was sure that the headmistress would find out about this somehow, but his reason was being sucked out of him. Without any more worry, and thanks to a few more well placed silent fertility spells, Malak was able to give Shayla many more doses, to stave off the cravings of course.

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George awakened with a start as his mind rearranged itself. He could feel the consciousness of Prof. Malak Graves leaving him and his own being reinserted. The feeling was quite disconcerting as there was a brief moment in which he wasn't sure which person he was. But the feeling quickly passed and George was his old self again, only now he had an amazing new experience in his head that was so vivid he could remember ever sight, sound, and sensation in the greatest detail. He looked down and noticed his sweatpants were hopelessly soiled.

From his right he heard the throaty breaths that George recognized as Dawn's post-coital fallout. He looked over at her, she was fanning her flushed face with her hand. Her uniform was hanging off her body in strange places. For instance, her scarf had wound its way around her left thigh and calf, her shoes were gone, one of her stockings was balled up near her ankle, and he wasn't sure but he thought he saw her panties around her shoulder. She was sweaty and the sheets by her sex were slightly damp. The whole room smelled like a mixture of dirty clothes, horny genie, and Dawn's sweet tea like scent.

"George, I think you are going to be a very interesting Master," she said half giggling.

"Well before I met you, I spent a great deal of time coming up with lots of perverted nerd-core fantasies," he rolled over so that he could hug her as he lay there, "did I go overboard?"

"You can never go overboard with me George. Did you have fun?"

"It was amazing, but..."

"Oh no, did I not form the fantasy correctly?" she looked genuinely worried.

"No, no. You did great. It was everything I asked for. What I realized was that since all we did was have sex we didn't really get a chance to walk around and see all the magical things. I think next time, you and I will be ourselves but we'll take a tour of Hogwarts, have a feast in the great hall, and then make some magic of our own somewhere. Sound good?"

Her eyes went wide and she turned giddy with excitement, "That sounds amazing! We can christen all the rooms! Oh, what should I wear?"

"Whoa, before we do that, can I say thank you and give you kiss and maybe treat you to some food?"

She moved a delicate finger to her pouty lips and looked up like she was thinking very hard, then said in resignation, "Hmmm, I suppose that would be alright."

George took her hand gently away from her mouth and pinned it against the mattress. Dawn wore a surprised look for a moment before she looked into his eyes and saw the emotion behind them. Her expression then changed to lustful anticipation. He leaned in and kissed her softly and sweetly on her cheek. Then, he moved deliberately to her other cheek, and repeated. He kissed her forehead, and her nose, and then her lips. He only barely used his tongue as he let his lips slowly caress hers. He had only been kissing her for less then a day, but he felt this was a better way of showing her how he felt than any words he knew. He wanted his true affection for her to flow through his being and mix with hers. His mind and body no longer felt like they were his own anymore. In the spaces where before there was nothing, now there was Dawn, holding him together. He felt like the universe had suddenly opened up to him.

Below him, Dawn moaned softly and struggled a little against George's restraints. She rubbed her thighs together and tried to get George to take more of her. But George held her back and continued his loving kiss. 

After either seconds or years, George couldn't tell which, he pulled away. He let go of her wrist and brought his large hand to her face where he brushed a strand of hair away. He then caressed her cheek with the back of his fingers. "Thank you Dawn," he said quietly, "thank you for the best day of my life."

Dawn melted and gave George her heavenly gaze. She reached up to hold his hand, it took both of hers to fill up just one of his, and kissed it like it was a child's favorite stuffed animal. "Are you real," she whispered, "or are you a dream?"

"I don't know anymore. And I don't care, so long as you're with me." He meant it. 

"I am," she said.

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After a quick wish to be clean and comfortable so that they could have dinner together, George thought it would be nice to eat in his room where they could listen to some music. Dawn was back in her sky blue pajamas and looked as peppy as ever. George was hungry and tired after the wringer his body and soul had been put through. He heated up the food from Walt's and served it up for them in his room. After a quick explanation of the menu, Dawn dove into her soup like it was a swimming pool and burned her mouth. After a few seconds of desperate fanning, George wished for her mouth to be fine so that he could kiss her. Tingle, flash. The burning was gone and she quickly shoved her tongue down his throat.

"Hey Dawn, what is that tingling in my head every time I wish for something?"

"Oh, sorry, I probably should have explained that earlier. You see, in order for me to grant you the wish that you actually intend, I have been created to pull the definitions, desires, and perceptions of your wishes, from your mind."

"So you are reading my thoughts?"

"No, that would be an invasion of your privacy and I would not do so unless you wished it. I am only reading what is relevant to your wishes. For instance, I know what,um, "fucking my brains out" means to me," she blushed, "and what it means on its own, but I took that meaning from you since it was your wish. I can stop if you prefer. But since my formation was a bit spotty because of your inexperience, it may be difficult for me to grant you the wish that you want."

"Oh," said George, "but if you can take the exact meaning of my wishes from my head, why have I had to explain them?"

She shrank in bashful contrition, "Well, I, um, like hearing you make your wishes. They are always so erotic and nice. Waiting for you to finish verbalizing your wishes is like the time you, um, went down on me. The anticipation and the build up, and then the climax when you finally finish, it is almost as exciting as the wishes themselves."

George couldn't help but remark at how cute she was trying to be demure and proper, when he knew she was just dieing to say, "The time you ate my pussy!" He thought to himself that he had to do that again soon, as a reward maybe. "Well I can't say I can complain so far so, why don't I keep verbalizing and you keep reading."

"Thank you Master," she said happily.

The two continued to eat in relative silence. George had put on a playlist he had once made consisting of a bunch of love songs. Dawn loved every single one of them and sang along with the chorus once she learned the words and the melodies. Once again, George was bewitched by her sweet and powerful singing voice. Just singing acopella, she was easily out-performing the heavily produced starlets in the songs. Not to mention the fact that she was more beautiful than all of them combined. He stopped eating his club sandwich so that he could listen to her sing a quiet ballad. Her eyes had been closed, and she turned a dark scarlet when she opened them to find George staring at her googley eyed.

"Dawn, can you sing a song for me?"

"I would love to George! You like my singing?" she asked flattered.

"Are you kidding? I've never heard a voice so amazing. You are like, American Idol material," he laughed.

Tingle. "A-alright," she looked highly embarrassed, "what would you like me to sing?"

"Can you sing my song, the song that opened your vessel?"

"Actually George, it is my song. My mother wrote it for me. It was the first thing I heard when I entered the world as a baby."

"How do I know it then?"

"You know it because you were meant to know it. Only someone who could truly appreciate a gift like a Genie servant would know the song that ushered me into life. It took a very long time for that person to appear. But after two-thousand years of waiting, here we are."

George suddenly had the feeling that everything that had happened in his life, and his mother's life, and everybody else's lives had happened to bring him together with Dawn. And it was all thanks to this song.

"What is it called," he asked awestruck.

"It does not have a name, nor does it have any words. It is the sound of my mother's heart, wishing me a blessed life. Would you like to hear it?"

He nodded.

She closed her eyes, sat up straight, and began to sing softly. It was his song, but it sounded so different the way she sang it. While his version tended to be hopeful towards the middle, it sounded like a funeral dirge in comparison to Dawn's quiet fearlessness. As she lost herself in the song she began to sway like some beautiful honey-haired serpent. Her lips trembled as she mouthed the gentle vibrations. George closed his eyes to listen more intently. The sounds seem to come from everywhere at once. The song filled him up with more hope then all of his renditions combined. As the climax of the song passed, George felt more peaceful and calm then he had ever felt. It was an unbelievable feeling.

When the song ended and Dawn looked at him expectantly for his approval, he found himself unable to speak. The song had moved him beyond words. He gazed at her and tried to convey what he was feeling, but he was speechless. He could only nod. She nodded back. Their meaning was clear, nothing more needed to be said.

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The two finished eating. George was having trouble keeping his eyes open at this point, but he couldn't shake the fear that she was going to be gone when he woke up again. He was trying to come up with more activities for them to do when Dawn fell over on the bed and hugged a pillow sleepily. He looked at the clock and, seeing that it was almost 11, decided it was indeed that time. He cleaned up the remaining food, turned out the lights, and plopped down wearily beside her. Without any prompting, she snuggled up next to him.

George tried to fall asleep, but his mind was working too feverishly to shut-down. "Dawn?" he whispered.




A Beautiful Wish Ch. 03



"Yes George," she didn't even open her eyes.

"Will you still be here when I wake up?"

"I'll be wherever you are," she mumbled groggily.

"Promise?"

"Mmm-hmm."

Feeling slightly better but still uneasy he said, "Good night Dawn."

"Good night, I love you George."

He started to reply but then he heard her breathing turn into light snoring, like that of an exhausted puppy. After a few long minutes of listening to her rhythmic white noise, George finally closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep.



A Beautiful Wish Ch. 04



Chapter 4: Frog Prince

The early summer morning light fell across George's back and warmed him to the point of being uncomfortable. George was awake, but he couldn't bear to move, or breath, or open his eyes, for fear of joining the day without Dawn by his side. Before she had told him, very naturally, that she loved him again the night before, she had promised that she would be there when he awoke. But George was fully prepared to find that all had been a wonderful dream and his normal crappy life would resume. He had been laying on his side facing Dawn's direction with his eyes closed for at least fifteen minutes before he thought he heard a stir from the other side of the bed. "No," he thought, "it was probably just the ceiling fan creaking." But the damage had been done. George was now intensely curious as to the origin of the disturbance and could no longer contend with the anticipation of the inevitable. Taking a deep breath to brace himself for the disappointment, he slowly opened one eye...

And there she was. As beautiful as ever in her light blue cotton pajamas, Dawn breathed slowly and serenely as she slept. Her long, silky, feathered, golden-brown hair hung gracefully across her pillow. Her skin seemed to glow in the day's new light. The top of her pajamas was pushed up so that the bottoms of her breasts were clearly visible. He followed the lovely feminine curves of her waist and hips down to her long, toned, shapely legs. She had been facing him, and her gorgeous, almond shaped, dawn colored eyes were shut tight, her light pink lips curved in a dreamy smile. That was it then. She was real. She had promised him she would be there, and she was. George was overcome with relief.

George carefully slid closer to Dawn and wrapped his arm around her ever so lightly in an effort not to wake her. Instinctively, she curled herself up until she was completely sheltered within his gentle embrace. Her sweet tea scent filled his nostrils. The sun on his back felt suddenly non-existent.

Then it hit him. She was real. Now what was he going to do? What was he going to tell his mother? The truth he supposed, but she wouldn't believe him, unless Dawn used her powers. But then it would have to be a sexual wish anyway, and George was not prepared to receive sexual favors in front of his mother. Where would she stay? He hoped with him, she would if he asked her too, but again his mom would never go for that. Even though he was 19, and his mother encouraged him to go out and meet girls, she had a standing rule of no girls sleeping over and no hanky-panky in the house. It had never been a problem before then, as no woman he had ever asked out agreed, let alone gone back to his place. But Dawn had no other home to go back to. She would have to stay with him. There was a spare bedroom and his mom had flirted with the idea renting it out. But Dawn didn't have any money or a job. She didn't even have a last name, or anything that would prove she was a citizen of the United States. That alone was going to be a hurdle he had no idea how to go about solving.

Suddenly, George felt Dawn stir below him. She moaned groggily and her whole body shivered as she shook out her morning cramps. George forgot his worries as he watched her open her eyes in awe. It was like watching the sun rise. 

She met his gaze and smiled a happy, sleepy smile, "Good morning George." She moved in even closer to him and entwined her legs with his. She buried her face in his chest and scrunched her arms up between them. "Mmmm, this is the best way to wake up ever," she said, her voice was a bit froggy as it worked out the night's cobwebs.

George had trouble responding. He had never imagined that waking up with someone would be so heavenly, and her display had left him a bit tongue tied. "I, uh, can't think of anything better."

"You will George. I am a sexual Genie servant after all, the possibilities are...numerous," she chuckled.

The implications of what she said began to flood George's mind with ideas, one more lurid than the next. He suddenly became painfully aware of his morning wood lodged between them.

Dawn must have felt him twitch, because she gave him an amused laugh. "See?" she said.

"Well, can you blame me? I mean, you are my perfect woman. I like how you give me little 'subtle' hints though. It's fun.

"You say the sweetest things. What else do you like about me?" she said with just a touch of pride.

He thought for a moment, but all he could come up with was a fairly noncommittal, "Well, everything." 

"Hmm mmm, no fair. I want specifics mister."

"Whoa whoa. Look who is all uppity this morning? Are we forgetting who is who's master."

She reached down into his pants and began to rub the sensitive underside of his fully awake cock, "You like it when I'm uppity."

George was ready to blow at any second and was willing to let her keep going, but she stopped. "Uh uh, not until you tell me what you like about me," she said pouting. "But if you are especially nice, I could make this one really, REALLY special." Her eyes narrowed and her smile suddenly turned irresistible. 

The thought occurred to George that he could just order her to continue, but that was a line he felt was unfair to cross. And besides, he knew she wouldn't leave him hanging.

"Ok, where to start? I love your hair."

"Why?" she asked innocently as she began to lightly stroke his cock again.

He reached out and ran his thick fingers through it, letting it cascade across his hand, "Um, because it's long and thick and luxurious..."

"Oh, luxurious is a good word," she wrapped her hands around his shaft and gripped him a little tighter.

"...and it's, um, feathery and bright. It's funny how it starts out straight and then turns, like it suddenly had better things to do. I, uh, like the way it catches the light no matter where you are. It makes you look like an angel sometimes."

She kept stroking him. A few drops of his precum slithered out, and she smeared it all around his throbbing head. "Keep going," she whispered.

Her top was lifting more and more with every stroke and her large perky orbs had come into full view. Her dark pink nipples were already hard. "I love your tits," he said simply.

She laughed divinely and gave him a playful look, "Oh really? I don't believe you. If you really loved them, then you would be feeling me up already."

"The thought crossed my mind, believe me. But I have a feeling that if I get too involved in those babies, I'm not gonna be able to get out of bed today."

Dawn pouted, "Aww, just a little squeeze," she squeezed his cock sharply, then batted her eyes at him, "for me?"

George laughed, "Man, these uppity Genies nowadays. Ok, one quick grab." 

Of course that quick grab turned into more than a few minutes of intense fondling. She loved every second of it, cooing and whimpering as she tugged on his shaft. "Why do you...like them?" she managed.

"Just the size and the weight of them is, well, mesmerizing. They are big, but they don't look strange or out of place on your body. I can't explain it, something about them just calls out to me that I should touch them. It's...soothing."

"Like you said before George, they are yours, I am just holding them for you. You can touch them whenever, and wherever, you like. I love the way you touch them."

With one hand still massaging a perfect breast, he moved his other hand down the curve of her back and rested it on her jutting hip. "I love your waist and your hips..."

Dawn had both her hands wrapped tightly around just the head of his cock and was slowly twisting them around in tight circles, "You like my hips do you? I bet I know why." She stopped her stroking, much to George's relief, he was dangerously close. She slid out of her pajama pants and threw one of her long legs over him so that his cock lined up with her dripping pussy. She took hold of his hands and placed them around her waist, "You like my hips, because you can use them to force me up and down your amazing cock." She had the tip of his cock kissing her outer lips and looked at him expectantly. George caught her drift and pushed her down the length of his shaft slowly. 

Dawn gasped as he entered her, her face contorted in ecstasy as her whole body quivered. George raised her up until he was almost out of her, then he lowered her down again. She was so light compared to him; with her legs helping him, it was like lifting nothing at all.

"Wha-what else do you like George?" she moaned as she bit her lip. She kept her eyes glued to his face. "Let it out, I know you want to tell me. I can see it in the way you look at me. You are afraid that I will think you stupid or weird, but I will not. I will accept it. I will..."

He dropped his hands to her smooth legs and traced the tight muscles and supple skin of her thighs, "I...," he gulped, "I love your long legs. They are like a dancer's legs, like...like a ballerina's. I-I like the way you always...pose for me."

Then he reached around and took hold of her firm ass, he slid her up and down his shaft a bit faster, "And I love your tight booty. I think the guys at work would call it, juicy."

Suddenly, Dawn's vagina clenched and she let out a loud lusty moan. "Oh my! I have only been awake for ten minutes, and I'm already cumming!" she cried.

George could feel his own orgasm approaching, but he was having too much fun to have to stop then, "D-Dawn, I wish to hold off my orgasm until...until I finish telling you what I like about you."

The tingle returned, as did the flash from her eyes, "Oh yes Master!" She leaned down and almost attacked his lips. Both of them immediately caught their first whiffs of the other's morning breath and backed away in momentary disgust. They both laughed hysterically.

"Ok, um, I wish that our breath always be fresh so that we can always enjoy each other's kiss," declared George in as steady a voice as he could muster at the moment.

Tingle, flash. She attacked him again even more vigorously and the morning breath was gone. It was replaced with a mild minty sensation that was refreshing without being overpowering. Her kiss was lustful, and it spurned him on to work his cock in and out of her faster. This time, though, he could feel himself constantly approaching an apex that he could never reach. He felt himself turn the corner, only to find another corner. But Dawn was not bound by such restrictions. While she could feel the pleasure she was giving him, she could also feel the pleasure he was giving her. She came again mid-kiss, she nibbled and sucked on his lower lip in response.

"Tha...that is number two on the day. I love your wishes George. Th-thank you so much for including me in them," she said breathlessly in between kisses. "Please keep talking, just hearing you speak makes me cum."

"Your voice," he said, "I love your voice. It's so...girlish...and soft...but it can be powerful when you need it to be...like when you were singing those love songs."

"I was singing to you," she blurted out as she bounced up and down faster, her tits flew in tight concentric circles in her useless tank top. She shucked it off and placed George's hands on them, making him knead them roughly. She squealed as her body quaked with a third orgasm.

George was getting delirious. The build towards his explosion was making his head foggy and he was having trouble remembering what else he liked about her. He liked everything, he was serious about that, but she wanted specifics. It was a challenge to think straight, let alone come up with coherent compliments.

As she came down from her euphoria to begin building towards it anew, Dawn gave George her heavenly look, the one that made him melt, and he remembered. "I love your eyes most. The way you look at me...I never thought...anyone would...look at me like that."

That did it. George came so suddenly that he didn't even have a chance to warn Dawn. She gasped sharply and threw her hair back as George pumped her hungry pussy full of his seed. George felt himself passing out as the pleasure overloaded his system.

He awoke to find Dawn collapsed on top of him, breathing her ragged breaths and shaking periodically. His cock was still buried inside her. "B-babe?" he whispered.

"H-hold-on. S-still c-cumming," Dawn said as her body shook a little more. He felt her vagina tremble as she spoke.

Eventually, she came under control. She sighed heavily and contently, "Alright, I rescind my earlier observation. That is now the best way to wake up ever."

George laughed and nuzzled her neck as he hugged her. She giggled sweetly in response. "So how long was I out?" asked George.

Tingle, "Oh, I am sorry, I did not even realize you passed out. It must not have been for very long. Though, I was slightly preoccupied at the time."

"Heh, I bet," he chuckled.

"George?" said Dawn hesitantly.

"Yeah babe?"

"Do you really like all those things about me?" George loved her modesty too. She was easily the most amazing creature to walk the earth in his mind, yet she was still bashful at his praise.

"I like even more things. I'm kinda surprised the wish let me off that easy."

"I can't grant any wishes that would cause you harm. If you had gone on like that much longer, you may have developed a mental condition. But forget that! You like me that much?"

George laughed amused, "Well, yeah, I mean you're my perfect woman, if I can't like all of your qualities, then that would make you less then perfect. Wouldn't it?"

Her face scrunched up like she was thinking hard about something.

"What? You don't believe me?" asked George.

"Oh I do George! Please don't take my confusion as an insult. I am still trying to come to grips with the idea that you do not want me to be your servant. Your notions of reverence for significant female others was not a widely accepted practice in my time. It is at odds with my built in sense of subservience. You have noticed it already, there is the Genie side of me that wants to follow your every command, then there is the Dawn side that wants to be independent and strong only to be swept off her feet."

"Hence the uppity?"

She giggled, "Partly, my make-up suggests that you like your women playful and willing. But the Dawn part of me is so overcome with all this affection that she would be playful and willing even if she was not bound to you. When you put the two together, however, I am having trouble reconciling them."

George shrugged, "You'll get used to it. But, um, thanks for making me say all that stuff. This may sound, I don't know, lame, but it's been a fantasy of mine for a long time to be able compliment a woman without them getting all offended."

"You are welcome George. But I am confused. Do women of this time like not to be flattered?"

"Oh they do, I think, just not by me usually. It's strange, they only seem to want compliments from guys they like. If it comes from somebody they aren't attracted to then the nice ones blow you off. The mean ones might just slap you, or if they are really cruel, use you for whatever reason."

"Well, as your new girlfriend, let me say that anytime you would like to compliment me or my," she gave a small cough, "attributes, you may do so. The only reaction you will get from me is likely to involve an orgasm or two, or three. You would not even need to wish for that."

"Sounds good to me." They kissed again. He realized he had left that out when he was listing off the things he liked about her. He liked kissing her a great deal. Her lips were smooth and wet, not like his, which were cracked and dry. They were so addictive and inviting, that he just wanted to make out with her constantly. He supposed that everyone was entitled to at least one good kiss in their life. He felt very lucky that he was destined to kiss her.

After a blissful hour involving lots of unnecessary rolling around his bed, generous amounts of rubbing, and a couple of wish inspired orgasms, George was starting to get hungry. Then he remembered that there was no food in the house. Then he remembered his mother's assignment to go food shopping. Remembering his mother reminded George of the real world and the unpleasant realities he would have to deal with again. Accepting that he could not prolong heaven any longer without suffering the consequences, George ended their play.

He kissed Dawn on the forehead, "What say we get ready for the day. I promised my mom that I'd go food shopping this weekend. And unless you want to sleep in the car, we had better come up with a way of explaining you to the family. One that doesn't include two-thousand year old musical instruments."

"Phooey, I guess that means we have to get out of bed, huh?" she pouted.

"Yep, sorry babe, real life rears its ugly head," said George as he made to leave the comforting confines of her tight hug.

She reached for a sheet and rolled herself and George up in it as best she could, "No, George, come back! Please! I'll do that thing you like." She giggled and jokingly made herself more innocent looking than they both knew she wasn't.

George was sorely tempted to just lounge in bed all day, but until he could think of a way to wish his mother's chores away, he was going to need to have more willpower than Dawn seemed to. For her part, she was content on planting more sweet kisses on his neck and chest. 

"Ok, you asked for it," announced George.

She gasped as he hoisted her naked body up over his shoulder. She struggled for a few seconds, but stopped when she realized it was useless. She cradle her chin in her hand, blew a strand of hair out of her face in resignation, and smiled.

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George was eager to find out if love-making in the shower was as wonderful as he imagined it would be. But when he reached his bathroom, and took note of the cramped tub-shower combination, he thought about how tight a fit it was just for him alone. Then he remembered his mother's master bathroom and its large walk-in shower. He passed his bathroom and continued down the hall.

"George? Where are you taking me?" asked Dawn giggling. 

"To the master bathroom," said George.

"But I thought we just passed it?" she said cheekily.

"Very funny," he gave her a loud, playful, smack on her butt. She yelped in response.

When they entered the large marble-tiled bathroom, George set Dawn on her feet. She immediately began stripping off his clothes as she sneaked playful grabs at his equipment. Once he was suitably naked, she bounded off for the shower, which was easily big enough to accommodate five people, and began the process of figuring out how the thing worked. 

But she stopped when she realized George wasn't with her. He was on the other side of the bathroom, examining his image in the full length mirror on the wall. He looked sullen and deflated.

"George? Are you alright?" asked Dawn.

"Uh...yeah...yeah I'm fine," he sighed heavily, then made his way towards the shower to join her.

As he was about to enter, Dawn opened the door and slid past him. She strode purposely to the spot were George had been standing. "Master, could you come here please?" she asked quietly.

Whenever she called him Master, George took notice. Though it was supposed to be an honorific, a mark of her willing subservience, it had the same effect on George as his mother calling him by his full name when he was in trouble. He looked over at her somberly.

"Please Master?" she pleaded softly. Her pure, loving look returned.

George took a deep breath and walked over to her.

"Stand here Master," she directed him to her spot on the floor. "Now, look into the mirror," she whispered serenely, "Look at yourself. What do you see?" her voice was slow and peaceful. It echoed through his body.




A Beautiful Wish Ch. 04



"I see...me," he said uncooperative.

"Look closely Master."

"I...I'm fat."

"Look again, what else do you see?"

"Well...m-my hair is too greasy. I have a few zits...that are kind of painful..."

"Look deeper Master," her voice was steady and calm.

"Well...I have too much hair on my legs, not enough on my chest. I have a nice collection of blackheads on my nose. My eyebrows are too bushy..."

"What else?"

George could feel himself begin to tear up a little as he began to run out of things about his body that he hated, and his self-loathing turned inward. "W-why are you doing this? W-what the hell are you trying to do?" he asked sternly as he tried to fight back his emotions.

She remained unfazed, "I am trying to understand how such a beautiful man could hate himself so."

"I just...I'm not..."

"Yes you are Master. You are handsome, gorgeous, angelic even."

"N...not compared to you. I...I..."

"What is it Master? You are safe. Tell me."

He took another deep breath and looked away from his reflection, "I don't understand how someone so perfect, can think that I'm beautiful. I...don't deserve you."

Dawn glided in front of him and pulled his chin down so that he met her gaze. "Would you like to know what I see Master? Would you like to know why I believe myself to be blessed beyond measure?"

George didn't answer, he looked down and away from her, as a lonely tear fell from his wounded eyes.

She reached up to his almost black hair and ran her fingers through its length to the back of his neck. George shivered as her delicate fingers brushed his scalp and entwined themselves amid the softer hairs at the top of his spine.

"I love your hair. It is thick and full, like a horses mane, but it is also shiny, soft, and healthy. It is strong and dark, like hope at midnight. It smells of rain."

She moved her hands around his neck and down his wide chest, to his belly. "I like the skin here," she whispered as she ran her fingertips along his waist. "It's soft and supple. Here, around your middle, there is more to love, and hold, and..." she took hold of one his love-handles and gave it a light, playful pinch. George jumped a little. "...I like to make you squirm, just a little bit." She smiled impishly at him.

George's defenses were leaving him again. He was afraid of where she was going, but he didn't dare stop her. Part of him, a part he had known long before her emergence, wanted desperately to be broken down, destroyed, so he could leave it all behind and start over.

She knelt before him and traced the lines of his thigh muscles. "I love your legs. They are coiled, full of energy, like they are just waiting to spring forward." Her proximity to his cock was starting to have it's now familiar effect. She giggled at his obvious arousal, "I think my affection for hotstuff jr. has been well documented, so I will leave him alone for now." 

She stood, slowly, and pulled herself in as close to him as she could. She scrunched her arms up between them, George could feel her breasts squash into his chest, "I love your broad shoulders, and your thick arms. They are powerful, yet when they wrap around me I feel safe, and warm, like I am home...like I am where I belong."

Instinctively, George reached up and hugged her tightly. He stroked the length of her hair. Dawn purred, "I love those hands most of all. They are large and smooth. They send waves of pleasure through me wherever they meet my skin. They are healing and protective. They speak to me, they possess me."

"But all of these things, these qualities that I love, come from one powerful source within you. It is more powerful than all the Genie Kings combined. It is your heart. When others would have given in to grief long ago, yours shines in the dark. You give it to me freely without even realizing it. Yet, you still do not believe you deserve mine in return."

She looked up into his eyes with her heavenly look. She said nothing for a few very long moments. She just looked at him. He felt awkward and frightened, and he couldn't understand why. He thought he should have been use to this by now. But her eyes unlocked parts of his soul he thought long gone. They demanded that he live by his heart, that he follow its every command, that he have a new day, everyday. They were desires he thought had died along with...

"Your eyes," she whispered, her voice cracking, "how can one so young have eyes like that? How can there be so much love, and so much pain, in one pair of beautiful brown eyes?"

George swallowed hard, "I...hope you never find out."

"You do not have to tell me, but I hope you know that I am here for you. I cannot help you forget the past, not even a wish could do that. All I can do is help you move forward, but you have to want it George."

"I-I do."

"Alright...then the first thing we must do is let you love yourself on the outside." She moved beside him again and motioned towards the mirror. "So, what do you want to change?"

He looked at his reflection, then Dawn, then back to his reflection in disbelief, "You mean, you can change how I look?"

"Of course George, I told you that yesterday."

He suddenly remembered their encounter from the previous day, when George first wished that she feel his pleasure. She had listed off a number of a abilities she had, but he hadn't been listening all that closely, due to her frenzied oral assault.

"So, I can wish to lose this weight, and it will be gone?"

"That would be incredibly easy to do; I can make even more drastic changes than that. The only limits are your imagination, and my inability to do you harm."

"Ok then...I wish to lose 30 pounds." Tingle, flash. He watched his reflection shrink in various places around his body, mostly in his mid-section, but also in his thighs, butt, and face. Though there was still a little extra flab here and there, he was already pleased at the transformation. His mind began to imagine all sorts of uses for this ability.

"Can I have, like, gills, or something?"

Tingle, "Yes George. However, that would be highly unnecessary. Their only function would be to allow you to breath underwater. Thanks to my powers of protection, I can keep you from drowning indefinitely."

"Holy crap," whispered George. "What else can you protect me against?"

"If it poses a threat to your physical well-being, anything. As long as you are my Master, you will always be safe, unless you wish otherwise."

"And how long will that be?"

"For as long as you would like it to be?"

"Serious!?"

She nodded.

"What about old age?"

She nodded again.

"You mean, we can live forever?"

"We may live for as long as you wish to live."

"Why would I not wish to live?"

"I am sorry George, that is not something I can answer. But if what you told me yesterday is true, you would probably have more of an answer to that than I would anyway."

George suddenly remembered an incident that happened a year before. He had been invited to a high school graduation party, much to his surprise. But it turned out to be a joke. Someone spiked his drink and he didn't wake up until the next morning. His head and eyebrows had been shaved, and his clothes, wallet, and keys had been stolen. Luckily he had stashed a spare set of keys in a small container in the undercarriage, however, all but the windshield had been smashed, and the tires had all been punctured by nails. Someone had written "Loser" in bold red letters all around it. He managed to drive it home, but he had passed a pier on his way, and it took some doing to come up with an excuse not to drive off of it.

"Ok...I see your point," he said eventually.

"What else would you like to change?"

"Can you protect me from diseases and sickness, keep me healthy?"

Tingle, "Yes George."

"Go for it."

George's body suddenly felt very different. The left-over flab from before redistributed itself to parts of his body that needed it. His teeth were realigned to fit easily in his mouth, aches and pains he had grown accustomed to bearing were gone, and his skin was devoid of blemishes. When before, his body had felt like it was in the way, now it felt ready to do anything. He could now clearly see the lines of his muscles in his new leaner, meaner, exterior. He had never realized that he actually did have a six pack underneath the keg.

He looked over at Dawn through the mirror, "So, how do I look?"

She smiled sweetly, "You look very handsome George!"

"Better than before?"

"No," she said simply.

George frowned, "Oh, what's wrong with it?" He moved closer to the mirror to search for something he might have missed.

"There is nothing wrong George."

"Then what..."

"I am your Genie, I will love you completely no matter what you look like. The only difference between the new you from the old you is that now, you are as beautiful on the outside as you are on the inside. If you like this version of yourself, than I will find it perfect."

"This is another one of those weird Genie things isn't it?"

"Love is blind George," she grinned.

After he looked more closely, George still found a few parts of him that were less then perfect under close scrutiny. "How about this, make me as strong as a person of my height and build could possibly be."

George's body suddenly blew up to the size of a contestant in the World's Strongest Man competition. His legs, arms, and chest thickened to obscene proportions. He felt wound and tight, and could barely move. Though he did feel incredibly strong, he also felt incredibly uncomfortable.

"Ok, undo that please." His body shrunk to its previously healthy state. "Phew, that was weird."

From his left, Dawn covered her mouth in an attempt to hide her laughter.

"Oh, you think that's funny do you? I wish your tits were the size of basketballs." Dawn's once perfect breasts expanded to his determined dimensions.

"Hey!" she crossed her arms in front of her new massive mammaries and glared at him.

It was George's turn to laugh, "What? Are you my perfect woman or not?"

She tapped her foot impatiently and shook her head in resignation, "Men..."

"Ok, ok, I wish for your breasts to be perfect again."

They shrunk to their original size. Dawn let out a sigh of relief and cupped her breasts, "Thank you George. Without several more wishes from you, that could have been very uncomfortable."

George reached over and ran his fingers lightly along the top of her cleavage. "How big are they anyway?" he asked as he stroked her breasts in reverence.

Tingle. "You mean in terms of cup size? Anywhere from a large D to a small E, depending on the bra maker. But George, are you implying that my tits need support?"

"Maybe. Are you hiring?"

"Yes, but I require an extensive interview, references, background check, a resume, credit report, a note from your mother, and a 500 word essay on why you are worthy to be in the same room with my breasts."

George moved behind her. Dawn gave him a look through the mirror that seemed to say, "How dare you!" as he lightly grazed her sides with his fingernails and ran his hands all around the wondrous curves of her chest. "Of course," she whimpered and let her head fall back against him, "if you show a tremendous aptitude for the position, I could make an exception."

George once again felt happy and whole as he enjoyed their closeness. He planted tender kisses on her neck and ears and cheeks while he drank in her scent. She cooed in response. With his new leaner body, he felt like he could get even closer to her. 

After few minutes of generous fondling by both parties, Dawn pulled away and said, "Hey mister, this is about your body, not mine."

"Sorry, I still like your body more. But then, I may be slightly biased."

"Hmm, likewise," she said happily. "So what else would you like to change."

"I'm not sure. I mean, I like how I look right now, but could you maybe make me more athletic? Give me endurance and speed and strength, nothing crazy like the Mr. Universe I turned into before, just above average and then some in all respects?"

Tingle, "Yes that should be fine George."

"Ok, make it so," he laughed, "Sorry, I always wanted to say that and have it actually mean something."

Tingle. She giggled as the flash of gold sprung from her eyes and his body changed even more. He looked in the mirror and felt a sudden twinge of pride as he admired his good looks. He still recognized himself, but everything looked long, toned, and streamlined like an Olympic swimmer, only slightly bigger. He felt as light as air and he bounced a little off the balls of his feet. There was an energy coming from inside him that he had never felt before. He had never felt so good.

"Wow, this is cool," he whispered. He looked down between his legs and saw that although his manhood had been unchanged, it looked larger on his new body. "Hey, can I make my cock longer?"

She couldn't contain her laughter.

He smiled, "Yeah, yeah, I know. Men, right? Can you do it or not?"

"Yes George I can make it longer," she said, rolling her eyes.

"Do you think it needs to be long...oh never mind, love is blind right?"

She nodded, then reached down and gave his cock a gentle squeeze.

"Ok then, I think I'm done for now."

"You like it Master?"

"I sure do!" he said excitedly. He bounced around a little bit more as he enjoyed his new spryness.

But then he stopped moving and his expression turned sullen again. "Dawn?"

"Yes, Master?"

"Do you think I'm shallow? I mean, I've always tried to look past the outer shell and see people for how they really are. But my perfect girlfriend is an absolute goddess, and now I've made myself good looking to make me happy. Isn't that...unfair, or something?"

"I do not think I am the right person to be asking that question George; I am, as you say, biased. However, I think that if you remember what It felt like to be ridiculed for your appearance and are careful not to treat others that way, then one could hardly call you shallow."

He nodded into the mirror, "You're right. I have to keep my pride in check. Thanks Dawn."

George looked at Dawn through the mirror and noticed her lean her head against his now chiseled arm. She smiled demurely at him and sighed contently.

"And Dawn? Thanks for...well...everything. I'll make it up to you someday, I promise."

She blushed. "I know how you can start," she said wryly.

"Oh?"

"Do I have to spell it out for you? There is a fully naked and a very horny Genie standing next to a very large and inviting shower. Should I start sending up smoke signals?"

Feeling invigorated, George quickly attacked Dawn's ribs in an effort to tickle her. She yelped and laughed her way into the shower with George close behind her. He turned on the water, and though it was cold at first, the duo was too hot to notice.



A Beautiful Wish Ch. 05



A very special thanks to Joe Brolly, Spacer X, MollyGRL, and Val for their excellent help and much needed encouragement. I wouldn't be able to write this without you.

Chapter 5: The Heart Remembers

The water streamed across George and Dawn's entwined bodies. It traced the lines of George's lean muscles and caressed Dawn's impossible curves. They kissed and embraced and joined over and over, enjoying a closeness that neither had felt in their short time together. George cleaned her first, starting with her golden brown hair, which looked and smelled just as intoxicating wet. He lathered up his hands and slowly ran his hands over her lithe and curvaceous form, like he was a sculptor rubbing out the rough edges, as if she had any. Her smooth back, her pert breasts, her taut stomach, her luscious ass, her bountiful hips, long thighs and calves, in between her cute little toes, the folds of her sex, nothing was forgotten in his mission to worship his goddess made flesh.

Dawn returned in kind, her lips led the way for her lathered hands as she kissed her way up his powerful legs, washboard abs, tight butt, broad chest, and his lips that trembled every time they kissed. Her soapy hands didn't forget his member, and expertly stroked him until she could no longer wait to have him inside her. George lifted her up even more easily than he had before, and took her against the slick marble wall. It was a long blissful build filled with Dawn's sweet words of encouragement, followed by her cries of joy and ecstasy. For George, all sense of self and time had ceased. His body hadn't grown tired, his mind wasn't elsewhere, and his soul was no longer pacing the sidelines in wistful envy. His only thoughts were of her, of them. The only time he spoke was to wish for more streams of hot water to flow over them like a waterfall from all directions. The steamy cascade cleansed, soothed, and rejuvenated them, as they lost themselves in the pleasures of the other.

While George had only dared to hope that Dawn would even be there that morning, he could never have imagined Sunday being any more spectacular than Saturday. But this day was already shaping up to be even better than the last. He had woken up to a stunning display of affection and flesh, she had given him the body he had always wanted, and then they had melted into each other through the hot steamy air. George was counting his blessings as often as he could. He wasn't going to mess this up, he swore.

By the time they finished toweling each other off from their soaking wet romp, (which threatened to start another) and headed back to George's room to get ready for Dawn's first venture into the outside world, it was already noon. George stopped short at the doorway when he noticed just how ridiculously messy his room was.

He entered by stepping over an old skateboard, a holdover from his days of trying to be cool, and began picking up piles of clothes and shoving them in his closet while simultaneously trying to hold his towel shut. Dawn entered behind him and helped by picking up his various action figures and collectibles and stashing them artistically around the room. She was careful to hold her towel close to her while she worked, but her repeated bending over was giving George the most delightful show of her toned legs and towel wrapped cleavage. She didn't seem to be trying to turn him on, it was just how she was, unconsciously sexy.

After it was clear that his closet was filled beyond what it was designed for, George was forced to reevaluate his plan of keeping everything out of sight. He needed a system, a seating chart for all his junk, something that would help him stay organized. But he didn't really feel like figuring all that out at the moment. Maybe this was a good time to use a wish. He had done it before, why not again? But why had the room returned to its hurricane like state after his wish?

"Hey Dawn, how come my wish for the room to fit the mood better wasn't permanent?"

"Because you wished it to fit the mood and that mood was not permanent. Once the mood changed, the room went back to its original state."

"OK then, I wish the room to change back to when it fit our mood perfectly."

Tingle. She pouted, "Sorry George, that wish is not sexual enough."

"Huh? Didn't you already grant that wish before?"

"No George, forgive me, at the time there was a very romantically charged mood in the air. Your wish for it to fit the mood was to facilitate us having sex, and so was quite sexual enough for the wish to go forward. However, your current desires are not related to sex, only the sense that the room is dirty and you want it cleaned."

"OK, then how do I word the wish so that it is sexual enough?

"Sorry George, I cannot help you with the formation of your wishes, as much as I would like too," she said apologetically.

George thought hard about how he could keep his room from looking like he was a shut-in. He had never cared up until he met Dawn, as there had never been a reason to. His mother was the only other person besides himself that ever dared venture into his room. But thanks to his new desire to take better care of himself and Dawn, he figured it was time to start living like normal human beings did, and not a rabid animal waiting for his cage to be cleaned. But he wasn't really sure how he wanted the room to look. Start small, he thought.

"OK, how about this Dawn, I wish my clothes to be clean and pressed, to make me look as good to other women as possible. And that they smell fresh, with just a hint of whatever turns on the woman who smells it."

Tingle, flash. "Done," said Dawn happily. The clothes he had tried to pile up in his closet had been folded and arranged into small stacks. The room began to smell better immediately.

"Hey, not bad," he nodded smugly. Maybe this wishing thing wasn't so hard after all.

He turned his attention to the action figures scattered around his room that Dawn had begun to arrange so elegantly. "Could I wish for my collectibles to be arranged in a way that would give me an air of sophistication, rather than childishness?"

Tingle, "Yes, but you would have to add some sex in there somewhere."

"Well, don't women prefer sophistication over childishness?"

"Some do, many do not. It depends on the woman."

"Ah. Well, you're a woman, what do you prefer?"

"Whatever you like."

"Oh shit, right," remembered George, "what if I wanted them arranged in a way that would make the greatest percentage of woman more attracted to me?"

Tingle, "That...could work."

"OK, let's try that."

Flash. Almost all of his toys were gone, with only a handful scattered around his desk in an interesting battle. A few had been converted to bookends. His video games were lined along the bottom of it, almost completely hidden from sight. All but the most rare of his comics had disappeared. Those that were left had been framed and hung tastefully around the room. George was a bit surprised, he had expected that everything would have a place somewhere in his room. 

"As it turns out, most women don't prefer to see dork doodads all over the place, huh?"

Dawn shrugged, "Sorry George, if it were just me, I would let you place them wherever you pleased. I quite like them." She picked up a robotic looking figurine and made a gesture like she was shooting at him.

"I know, you're one of the good ones." He looked around, expecting his things to be piled up in a corner somewhere, but they were nowhere in sight. "So where is the rest of my childhood?"

"The rest of your collectibles are in your closet. The comics are wrapped in plastic with cardboard backings, and the action figures have been secured in bubble wrap inside a large plastic box."

"Nice, how did you know to do all that?"

"From you. I was unaware that people took such care of their toys."

"Well, you wouldn't know it from looking at the way I took care of them. But I'm only a casual collector, I'm not hardcore about it like some people."

He turned his attention to the bed. "This should be easy," he thought. He clapped his hands together in resolve. He was starting to get into the spirit of wishing.

"OK, I wish the bed to be big, comfortable, and sexy lookin, so that it's worthy of facilitating sex with THE hottest babe, I've ever laid eyes on!"

Tingle, flash. "And who might that be?" Dawn giggled as she caressed the closest post of the new bed. It was a four-post once again, made of dark wood, with exquisite carvings running along the posts and frame, not unlike the ivory carving on the tar from which Dawn had sprung two nights before. Covering the soft looking mattress was a set of beautiful white sheets, with patterns resembling smoke. There were far more pillows than George would ever use thrust up against the head of the bed, but he imagined Dawn would find a use for them. The bed reached all the way to the ceiling where the fan had been removed, and large diaphanous curtains swooped down along the sides to provide some semblance of privacy for the action that would surely be taking place soon. It dominated the majority of his room though, and while it did fit, moving around would require crawling over the bed to get to anything.

"You like?" hinted Dawn, as she crawled onto the bed to give him a fantastic view of her body, her blue eyes sparkling up at him.

"Almost. It's just a bit large." George ran his hand along his chin as he tried to figure out a way to keep the bed as it was, but there just wasn't enough space in his small bedroom. "Man, I wish the room was big enough to be a killer sex pad, but there just isn't enough space."

Tingle, flash. The room suddenly became much larger, easily the size of his mother's master bedroom. The enormous bed fit snuggly against one wall.

George's mouth hit the floor as he surveyed the changes wrought by his unintentional wish. Along with his towel, which he had forgotten to hold closed.

Dawn giggled again, "Man, I wish my Master was naked!"

George realized his sudden nudity and took great effort to suppress the urge to cover up. Instead, he leaped onto the bed on top of Dawn and began tickling her everywhere. 

"N-No no, stop!" She squealed, though she made no attempt to stand in his way. George let up for just a moment to grab a pillow, and Dawn quickly scrambled to do the same. Soon they were across from each other on the bed, with pillows poised to strike.

For some reason, George felt unwilling to strike her. Even with a pillow and for fun, hitting her didn't feel right. He dropped his pillow slowly like a gunslinger in surrender. Dawn eyed it closely, and once his hands were off of it, she smacked him good upside his head, then tackled him in a barrage of pillow and towel and breasts. George could only laugh at the betrayal, and let Dawn have her way with him. She quickly lost interest in pummeling him however, and shifted her focus towards tickling him, and finally kissing him.

She straddled him, pinned his wrists to the bed, and bounced triumphantly. "I win!" she beamed.

George took the opportunity to ogle her unbelievable body, and the view of her cleavage created by her bent position over top of him. "Are you sure? he mused. He pushed her forward with his knee, and craned up with his neck to reach the edge of her towel with his teeth. He yanked it down, prompting a squeal from Dawn, who let go of his wrists to cover herself.

"Hey! No fair! You have fewer parts to worry about!"

"Call it a draw?"

She eyed him suspiciously, "For now. We will continue this later, buster." She rolled off of him and fixed her towel.

George looked around the room some more. He noticed that with it's new size, the room looked rather stark. "Hey Dawn, what else could we do to this place?"

"Well, if it were my room, I would want to make it a bit more cozy. Maybe add some candles, a larger window with some nice curtains, and there a few other adjustments I would make here and there."

"That sounds really nice actually. Would you say that having those things in here would get you more in the mood to do it?"

"Nope, I already want to 'do it' all the time. Some smelly candles and more natural light are not going to get me anymore willing. "

"Would it make other girls more willing?"

"-Some."

"I wish the room to fit your's, and those other girls you mentioned's, general idea of a love-nest so that if I ever do bring one home, they'll feel that much more ready to make hot, passionate, sticky love with me."

Tingle, and flash. The room transformed once more. It was still large enough to fit his new bed, but his bookcase, desk, dresser, and end tables were now made of the beautiful dark wood furniture to match. There was also a new large wooden trunk at the foot of his bed. He noticed that the knobby waist-high bookcase that had been hidden in his closet was now sitting underneath the window, which had nearly doubled in width and had been framed by long curtains to match those on the bed. George was impressed.

"Now this, I could get used to," he said as he walked around the room without having to step over a pile of clothes, a feat that impressed him all on its own.

"You like?" asked Dawn from her perch at the foot of the bed.

"Hell yeah I do! You got good taste babe." He picked up his towel and wrapped it around himself once more. Looking around some more, he found a chromed pole extending from floor to ceiling near the center of the room. "What's this thing for?"

Dawn didn't answer. Instead, she leaped from the bed and swung her body around the pole. She pulled off a few athletic and sexy moves before landing next it. She rubbed her whole body up and down like it was a giant phallus and smiled seductively at George.

"OK, that answers that question." George turned towards his new room and frowned.

"Is something wrong George? Is it not what you wished for?"

"Well...yes. It's great Dawn, really. I was just thinking about how I am going to explain this to my mom." He looked down at his new body, "All of this."

Dawn continued to playfully spin around the pole, like she was born on one, "If you prefer George, you do not have to explain anything."

"What do you mean?"

"When it comes to protecting our safety and our anonymity, my powers are no longer restrained. I can make it so that nobody will think it odd that you look different than before. Or if you prefer, I can make people believe you have always looked this way. As for you room, I can keep it looking this way when it is just you and me, but when anyone else comes in, it will look as it did before. Well, maybe not exactly like it did before."

"So not even my mom will notice the changes?"

"Correct, unless you want her too."

"What about the outside of the house? Won't she be a little curious to know why the second floor is suddenly larger than the first?"

"The house will look no different from outside, even in its current state."

"Nice!"

She giggled, "In order for me to properly blend into my environment and avoid suspicion from your wishes, Genie servants are allowed to do almost anything. This was put into place long ago, to allow Masters to live their lives without fear of drawing unwelcome attention from those who would seek to disrupt our arrangement."

George had been watching her dance on the pole in a half-daze, wondering how her towel was staying on despite her movements, but his attention snapped back to their conversation at the mention of reprisals. "Disrupt our arrangement? Who would want to do that?" he asked.

"In my time there were all sorts of people who would murder entire nations to get their hands on a Genie servant. Not to mention, plenty of magical beings who would seek to use us for their own ends, or even attempt to steal me from you outright. If I am to be your ideal companion, then I must not attract attention from those who would do us, or the people you love, harm."

"You mean, there are other magical beings out there, besides Genies?"

Dawn pulled herself onto the pole and hung upside down for a second, "In my time, yes, but now I am not so sure. Magic of all kinds was a much more accepted notion than it is today. This could mean one of two things: either they have gone so far underground that their existence has faded into legend, or they have disappeared entirely."

George's mind raced with the possibilities. Dragons, and demons, and witches?! Could they all really exist out there somewhere? "Can you, like, detect them somehow?"

"No George, I am sorry," she said simply as she enveloped the pole between her towel encased globes. It had somehow morphed into strapless towel dress he had seen a woman wear on the beach once. "I could only do so if one of them intended you harm. At the moment we are quite safe. However, if I come across any, I would be able to detect that someone was hiding something magical, though I might not be able to determine how right away. If you like, I will keep you informed of anything odd, just in case."

"Um...OK," he said dumbly. She continued to dance despite the more serious nature of the conversation. George was becoming increasingly distracted as he watch her long graceful legs twist around the pole. She had never mentioned she could dance too.

He shook his head sharply in an effort to snap himself back into reality. "Hey, stop that! I'm trying to get us out the door!" he said in mock agitation.

She stopped and giggled. "Aww, are you sure you do not want to take advantage of some of the opportunities your new room offers?"

He approached her and kissed her gently on her full lips. "You have no idea how good that sounds to me. But I can't wish for food right?"

Tingle. "Not unless it is for a sexual purpose, or for your protection."

"Well, I can't figure out a way to use instant pudding for protection. As for the sexual...we'll get back to that," he grinned. 

George started going through his clothes looking for something, anything, that would fit him. None of his clothes had shrunk with him and he was becoming a bit worried that he would have to send Dawn out alone in order to get him a change of clothes. After throwing a few sets of now ridiculously over-sized board shorts on the floor, Dawn suggested that he go in the buff. But he laughed her off.

"George, if I may, I noticed from the pictures that you are similar in size to your father. Perhaps there are still some of his clothes around that would fit you."

"Um...yeah...yeah, you're probably right. I'll go look." He marched off to his mother's closet.

Sure enough, in the back and wrapped in plastic, was a row of his father's old clothes. As George looked through them he found himself bombarded by memories. They came flooding into his mind in a wash of bittersweet associations. He could remember the time his father wore that t-shirt during one of his ball games, or the night he wore that tie as he walked through the front door and kissed George's mother like his life depended on it.

Eventually, he settled on a pair of black trousers made of some very thin material, and a white buttoned-up shirt. He could roll the sleeves up and leave it untucked. It would be passable in the heat until he could get some new clothes. Unfortunately, he would have to go without underwear, which wasn't something he was accustomed to doing. He looked at himself in a mirror and he realized that Dawn had been right. He did look amazingly like his father. His hair was slightly longer, and quite a bit more shaggy. He had inherited his mother's slightly narrower jawline and her large sensitive eyes. But the resemblance was still uncanny. 

The one thing George felt he was missing was the calm confidence his Father always exuded. It wasn't the overbearing cockiness that some men put out, merely the self-assurance of a man who knew who he was and had nothing to prove. That confidence was something George had always tried to emulate, but after his Father's death he retreated further and further into his own little world and lost whatever budding self-assurance he might have had.




A Beautiful Wish Ch. 05



When he arrived back in his room, he was treated to the amazing sight of Dawn trying to decide what to wear. She switched magically between one ensemble to the next so quickly that George had trouble telling them apart. When Dawn noticed he was watching her she slowed down, and took the time to pose sexily for him so that he could give her the yay or nay. 

After flipping between what seemed like dozens of outfits, some of which were more like costumes or lingerie, they settled on a tight sky blue tank top with a lacy white one underneath, and pair of very small and clingy cargo shorts that hugged her amazing ass in a firm grip. Her hair fell in a thick single braid down to the middle of her back with a light blue bow at the end. Her cute belly-button was left exposed. She had to pout heavily to leave the bra behind, but George allowed it as long as there wasn't too much cleavage. The result left her breasts swaying and jiggling freely with every bouncy step, so much so that George wondered what was sexier, her cleavage, or the promise of what lay beneath.

Before leaving, Dawn produced a purse to match her outfit and placed one of her books inside it. George didn't see which one, but was pleased that Dawn was already doing things on her own. He wasn't sure what she was capable of outside their magical bond but he was certain that he wanted her to have as much freedom as her nature would allow.

Dawn stepped into the hot muggy midday sun and stopped to absorb the sensations. She drew in a deep breath through her nose and savored it like she was on a cooking show. George watched as she slipped her sandals off and leaped barefoot into the grass of the front lawn and spun around. He imagined what it must be like for her, to feel the breeze, the sun, and the grass for the first time. She was so excited at the wealth of new experiences that she could barely contain herself and they hadn't even left the yard yet.

"How long have you wanted to do that babe?" he asked half laughing.

She stopped her spinning and stumbled just a bit as she caught her balance, "Since yesterday morning. I debated going outside while you slept, but I wanted you to be here for it."

"I'm glad you waited," he said softly. Her child-like delight in the simplest things made him look at the world around him in a whole new light. "It's like you were born yesterday."

"I feel like I've been born everyday," she said as she flashed him her dazzling smile.

They climbed into George's car, an old four-door sedan with the bumper falling off, and headed out into the world. Dawn was a blur of activity as she examined the entire contents of the car, including everything in the glove compartment, the center console, underneath her seat, and whatever she could find in the back seat, before turning her attention to the various buildings they passed as well as the other cars.

They passed a mini-mall with a large two-story shop on the end that looked awfully bizarre even to George, who had driven by it numerous times. 

Dawn asked, "George, what is that place?"

"I'm not sure, I've never been in there. I guess they sell kinda obscure stuff, like antiques and old books and whatnot."

She bounced in her seat, "Wow, can we go there sometime George?"

George looked at her oddly. "Why would you want to go there?"

She shrugged, "Why would you not? It is not far from your home, why not explore?"

George was struck by the simplicity of her argument. Why hadn't he visited the strange shop? "I guess there wasn't anything in there I really needed."

"People rarely need such oddities, even in my time. I suppose I do not really need to go, but I have never seen such a place and I think it would be fun."

Dawn looked at him imploringly, he looked back with a raised eyebrow. Finally, she folded her fingers together and pleaded cutely, "Pulleeeeeeeeeees..."

"OK, OK!" He said laughing at her comical expression. "On our way back we'll go look at some weird shit."

"Yay!" she squealed. 

She bounced up and down in her seat excitedly while her breasts jiggled underneath her shirts. George was mesmerized by the sight until he heard a car honk at him as he started drifting into another lane. He quickly righted the car.

"S-sorry bout that," said George embarrassed.

Dawn smirked and said, "George, were you staring at my boobs?"

George blushed, "Maybe, a little."

She leaned over to him and nuzzled his neck while she caressed his broad chest.

"W-what are you doing, Dawn?"

"Punishing you for staring when you should be touching," she whispered. She slid her hand down to his thigh while she licked his ear. George's cock sprang to attention and strained the thin material of his slacks.

George struggled to keep both hands on the wheel and his concentration on the road, but her proximity to his throbbing hard on was pulling his attention south. Her mouth on his ear and neck was driving him wild.

Once they were stopped at a busy intersection, George let himself enjoy her assault. Then, just as he thought she was about to reach for his member, she instead pointed to the car in front of them.

"Hey George, check out that license plate."

"Huh?" said George as he snapped back to reality. Directly in front of them was a jeep filled with several girls in bathing suits, obviously on their way to the beach. The plate read: U WISH.

It took him a second to understand what it meant beyond its initial wording. Dawn's hands had moved away from his crotch and wrapped around his neck. She giggled and kissed his temple before moving back to her seat.

George playfully pushed her. "You little punk," he said as he tickled her with one hand. She laughed and pleaded for relief, but she made no attempt at stopping him. "I am so getting back at you for that one."

"Promises, promises," mused Dawn.

"Did you actually change the license plate?"

She playfully gasped, "How dare you assume that I would use my powers in such a frivolous manner. A coincidence, I assure you."

"Yeah right," said George. "OK, seriously, we need to find a way to explain you to my mom. Any ideas?"

"Could we not just say that I am your new girlfriend?" Dawn's attention seemed to have reverted back to the outside world as they drove on, but toned down her enthusiasm for a moment, sensing that George wanted to have a serious conversation.

"We could. Actually, we will, but I was thinking more in terms of the fact that you have no home, no family, no friends, no job. I mean, if anyone asks how we met, how will we answer?"

"Hmm, well I can come up with most of my background on my own, as part of my power to blend in with my environment. I can't create people though, so my explanation will have to include my lack of family and friends. As for a job, well, I don't have one of those..."

"What about a driver's license and a birth certificate and all that?"

"I can provide myself with those as well, however, I will need a surname in order to form a complete picture."

"Hmm," thought George. "You can't come up with one of those on your own?"

"No, sorry George, that responsibility lies with you."

George thought hard as he ran through a number of names in his head. "We could always go with a normal sounding name like Smith or Anderson, or Johnsen. Like any of those?"

Dawn looked less than thrilled about them. "I will like any name you pick for me George, as long as you like it."

"No, no. It has to be something we both like. It's not everyday you get to pick your own name you know. Are there any names that you like?"

"Well, I haven't heard that many yet. I did like the name you gave me in the fantasy yesterday."

"What, Honeywell?" he laughed. "Babe, you aren't a Bond girl. Well, not yet anyway."

Tingle. "Oh my," she giggled. "Well, at least it is not Pussy Galore. But you are right, we should find something less...suggestive."

George tried hard to think of a name that would be interesting but not contrived, but nothing grabbed him as perfect. He conceded defeat as he pulled into the parking lot of the supermarket. He would have to think of one soon though. His mother was coming home on Monday.

"George, I like your name. Could I not be Dawn Everhart?" she smiled widely.

"We'd have to get married first, and you would have to put up with people calling you smellyfart," laughed George

"OK," she shrugged, and climbed out of the car.

George lingered for a moment as the meaning of what she had said sunk in. Marriage? Under normal circumstances he would have thought she was trying to make fun of him. But when it came to Dawn, he had a feeling she was completely serious.

He got out of the car slowly. Dawn met him at his door, and as the two strode towards the entrance she reached for his hand. George took it without hesitation. Though it was small, its gentle pressure made him feel confidant and strong. He walked very tall.

The cool rush of the air conditioning hit George pleasantly as he passed through the supermarket's sliding doors. He entered first, pushing the cart, with Dawn close behind. She was so enthralled by the mechanized doors however, that she just had to go back through them again. She giggled, and toyed with the doors some more.

Then, on her sixth go, the doors remained shut, and Dawn almost smacked into them. After asking nicely they opened again, and she joined George. She cast a weary glance back at the doors.

George enjoyed the show immensely, as did several passersby. Dawn blushed in mild embarrassment.

Being a Sunday, the supermarket was packed with people hunting for the week's groceries. The two found it difficult to maneuver through the traffic of frantic mothers with bored children, the half dressed teenage girls, and the agonizingly slow old ladies who used their carts as walkers. It was rare that he found a semi-private moment to chat with Dawn about their situation. This was exacerbated by the fact that people seemed to be paying more attention to them than normal. He rationalized it as Dawn's beauty getting the better of them.

For her part, Dawn's childlike exuberance was in full force. As they entered the fruits and veggies section she stopped to examine every piece of produce in the bins; picking them up and squeezing them, enjoying the different textures and shapes. She loved the earthy smells mixed with the cool air of the store. She was as vibrant as the cornucopia of colors on display. George found himself bewitched as she twirled around the cases of food, her bright smile and obvious joy ensured that George would never consider a trip through the produce aisle a chore ever again.

George noticed other men enchanted with her as well. He suddenly felt inadequate as several of them tried to move casually in her direction, resembling nothing other than sharks circling a particularly tasty bit of prey. But when they started to move in, Dawn would cuddle up to George and touch him affectionately as she showed him her latest discovery. Even George could see what she was doing. She was making it known that she belonged to him. George responded by resting his hands on her hips and stomach. He even dared to sneak a kiss in full view of several onlookers. She dropped the potato she had been admiring and kissed him back. When it was over, George couldn't help but notice the men around them looking deflated and more than a bit disappointed. With the gaggle of testosterone finally giving up, he felt like it was safe to talk to Dawn about more pressing topics.

"So, how did we meet?" asked George. 

Dawn had gone back to her gleeful examinations of all the food, she was now on to peppers. "Well, you said you found my vessel at your work. I suppose that was when I first came into contact with you. Could we have met there?"

"Hmm, that's not bad. Only thing is, I work at a college's pool facility. The only way we could meet there is if you were a student or a faculty member."

"And that still leaves us with how I got there in the first place. Hmm..." thought Dawn. "Maybe we could start from the beginning and work our way to the present. That would help my life develop more organically."

"Sounds pretty smart to me."

Dawn blushed, "Thank you George. And thank you for liking smart girls, that wasn't something most men would have encouraged in my time."

"Believe me, it isn't something a lot of men care about in this time either."

The cart was quickly filling up with the bullet points of George's grocery list. With enough people out of earshot, George continued.

"So where would you like to be born? I would think somewhere in the U.S. would be the easiest."

"I was thinking that too," said Dawn as she sneaked a grape off of a bushel and quickly popped it in her mouth, her eyes closing in rapture as she bit into the sweet fruit . "Somewhere far from here would be best."

"Doesn't get much farther than the southwest. How about..." George went through all the states he could remember. Then he hit upon a city that seemed so perfect, he couldn't help but chuckle to himself. "I've got it babe, Phoenix, Arizona."

She lit up, "This is fun! Hey, I've got a whole theme going now, huh? George, am I your symbol of rebirth?"

George grinned. "So we have a place, now what?"

"We'll need a reason why I have no family. The easiest to explain would be that I was abandoned and raised in an orphanage."

"That should work. Though a little sad. But then, why are you here, and not still in Arizona?"

The two quieted as an old woman passed by them. When she was far enough away, Dawn answered. "In keeping with our theme of making things easy, perhaps I was bored with the desert and wanted a change of scenery."

"Thats good. How about that, and you are trying to find a good college program to get into."

"Hey! I like that! Could I have had really good grades in high school?" she bounced up and down some more, which drew some more attention from the various looky-loos.

Even though George was trying to stay inconspicuous, he couldn't help but be swept up in her excitement. He smiled brightly, "Hell, make it a perfect G.P.A. That will make it easier for us to find you a good school. Hey! Why not make that the reason you were at my work; you were checking out the school and felt like using the pool."

She clapped her hands together excitedly, "And you being the great guy that you are, let me have a quick dip!" She playfully flung herself at George in an enchanted pose and batted her eyes at him. "And the rest is history," she said in a dreamy voice.

George hugged her and kissed the top of her head, "Sounds good to me. What else are we missing?"

"That's all the important details I can think of for now. I can create the rest on my own. Unless you have anymore suggestions?"

"No, I think that covers the most important parts. We can flesh it out later if we need to. If you're happy, I'm happy babe. Let me know if you need any more help."

"Thank you, George," she sang happily.

With all the fruits and vegetables crossed off his list, George pushed the cart over to the deli section and grabbed a number. There was a considerable line, so the two had time to talk.

"So George, I know much about you thanks to, umm..." she looked around to make sure nobody was listening and then continued in a quiet voice, "thanks to what I know about me. But I would like to know more."

"Like what?"

"Just some background details. Like, where are you from? When were you born? What were you like as a child? What is your family like? Things like that."

"OK, those are fair questions. Typically those are the kind of things that are found out on the first date." George stood up straight in a sudden realization, "Hey, are we having our first date?"

Dawn giggled. "Do you have sex with all your girlfriends before the first date?"

A woman in front of them turned to be in a better listening position. George was slightly embarrassed and answered in a conspiratorial whisper, "Only the really hot ones."

Dawn hid her laughter behind her delicate hand and whispered back, "How about after?"

"How about during?"

Dawn smiled wickedly at him, "If Master wishes it." She pressed herself against him and reached down to caress his cock through his trousers. He had been nursing a semi-hard on since her teasing in the car. Now, her touch drew him to his full length easily and it strained the flimsy material.

"Hey, hey, hey!" he whispered. "I'm not wearing any underwear here. You are going to get me in trouble."

She looked up at him with a wounded puppy dog expression, "You mean, Master does not desire his lover's attentions?"

"I-I do, but, not here," he stammered.

Dawn immediately took her hands away from Georges turgid shaft. The bulge in his pants was almost comical. "Very well George. But please do not keep me waiting too long. It has been exactly 1 hour, 47 minutes, and 4 seconds since you last made me realize how lucky I am to be your Genie."

George's erection ached for attention. It was unlike any need he had ever encountered. He realized that since her emergence his libido had been indulged to the utmost, and he was already becoming addicted to her touch. The fact that she was still pressed against him and gazing at him hungrily was not helping.

"You aren't going to make this easy for me, are you?"

She reached around and pinched his behind. George jumped in response. "Not even a little bit," said Dawn with a gleam in her eye.

Finally, it was their turn to order. The man behind the counter took one look at Dawn and offered free samples of all the items George ordered. She accepted them gracefully and moaned appreciatively as she tasted the cuts of meat he offered. Though George only ordered a pound of each item, the packages felt a bit heavier than that. 

They continued down the aisles of the store. Again, they found it difficult to talk openly without being overheard. Dawn engaged every person they passed, either by making a quick joke or sexy taunt. George couldn't help but feel a bit proud at the reactions Dawn was getting from others. Though Dawn seemed to be a shameless flirt and loved to ham it up for the crowd, she never looked at anyone the way she looked at George. Her flirtations, while somewhat over the top, were always directed in a way to excite him. The fact that others found her attractive didn't make him feel jealous at all. It only seemed to make him want her more. 

Eventually, George gave up trying to be discreet. They talked freely as they moseyed down the cereal aisle. "I was born on February 14th. I'm nineteen years old. My mom's name is Jessica, my dad's name was Henry. I have two half-sisters, Hayley is 11 and Corina is 5. I was born here, and up until yesterday, was certain that I would die here."

"Why is that?" Dawn frowned.

"It's the nature of the place. It's comfortable. It's close to a few major cities that let you get your fill of the busy life, but it's far enough away from them that you can just not worry about it if you don't want too. Not too much crime, it's got a beach, it's temperate, it's just...easy."

"But now you do not think you will end up here?"

"Nah, it's a cool place, but I've always wanted to get out there and see something different. Ya know, see the world. I just never felt motivated enough to actually do it. Having you with me has kind of changed my whole outlook on things."

Dawn brightened, "You mean it? I have really done all that for you?"

George nodded.

She blushed, but couldn't hold back her glorious smile. "That is nicest thing you could have said to me." She walked with George silently for a few moments, her interest in the rest of the store suspended while she savored her thoughts. 

Finally, she floated back to reality and added, "So, where should we go?"

"I haven't thought that far ahead yet. But I guess it really doesn't matter. As long as I'm with you, I think It would be the most fun I've ever had. Just going to the supermarket with you today is more fun then I have ever had in my entire life."




A Beautiful Wish Ch. 05



Dawn placed her delicate hand on George's much larger one as they walked, and gazed up at him with her adoring eyes. "I am having fun with you too," she said.

George's felt like someone was tap-dancing in the pit of his stomach. While he no longer doubted that she loved him, it still made his head spin to hear her express her affection towards him so freely. He gazed back into her vibrant loving eyes, savoring the moment as he guided the cart.

However, neither was watching where they were going. George steered the cart directly into a display of fruit snacks and toppled the whole thing over. George cringed as he listened to the thud of the display as it hit the floor. Dawn broke down into hysterics, and George joined her, even though he felt incredibly dumb. He thought to himself, as the two did their best to clean-up and repair the display, that if this had happened a few days ago he would have been mortified. Now he just giggled along with Dawn as they tried to clean up the mess.

After grabbing a box of Chocolate Frosted Sugar Bombs for his sisters and box of Complete for his mom, George let Dawn pick a box of cereal for her own. Actually, Dawn just threw in a box of Genie Crispies with new magic lamp marshmallows. He knew they would be gross, but he wasn't about to stop her.

George went through his list to find out what he needed next, when he realized he had forgotten to grab some bananas.

"I will go get them George," offered Dawn enthusiastically. Without waiting for his answer, Dawn skipped down the aisle back towards the fruits. When she rounded the corner and disappeared George couldn't help but feel a sense of loss. He stood in the middle of the aisle feeling uncomfortable without Dawn's cheerful banter to fill in the empty spaces.

He was passing the time by examining other brands of cereal when he heard his name being called from the end of the aisle.

"Is that you George?"

George turned around, a box of Fruity-Os in his hand, and sank at what he saw. Tammy Breckers was pushing her cart towards him. She had been one of his worst tormentors in high school. Not that she played overt pranks on him like her boyfriend Brad was known for, but George always noticed a perverse pleasure in her face whenever she had the chance to add insult to injury. He waved hello, unable to speak.

"Wow George, you look so...different! Have you been working out or something?" She grabbed for his bicep and George instinctively flexed as he made to move his arm out her reach.

"Um, yeah, I guess..."

"I thought so! I remember you being so...heavy back in high school. Who would have thought you'd become such a hunk!" She was eying him like he was a centerfold in a magazine.

They stood in silence for a few uncomfortable seconds before Tammy finally asked, "So, George, how have you been?" 

George was a bit bewildered. She had never even given him the time of day, let alone showed any concern over how he was doing.

"Um, fine, I guess. How have you been?" 

It was an odd question, and he felt stupid for asking it. He had never known how she was before, and though she was a beautiful girl, he didn't really care either.

Tammy's eyes went wide and she began excitedly, "Oh I've been great! Me and Brad got married! You probably knew that, practically everyone in town was there." 

George had no idea the two had married. It wasn't exactly surprising as they had been together since they were old enough to date, but George traveled in no one's circle, and gossip like that rarely reached his ears. 

"And just a few months ago, we had little Brandon!"

"W-wow. That...that's great!" 

George was surprised by this. Tammy didn't look like she had had a child at all. Her body still looked toned and wonderful in her tight bicycle shorts and sports bra. When he looked a bit closer though, he noticed that her breasts looked slightly heavier and her eyes looked a bit sleep deprived.

"Isn't it though! He's so handsome, just like his daddy. He and Brad are here today, they are off grabbing a box of strawberries..." she continued on about the great job Brad had landed managing part of his father's construction company and how happy and wonderful everything was at home. But she was looking at George hungrily. George was missing Dawn even more.

Finally, the conversation steered towards George. "So, how are things for you? I heard you dropped out of community college. Ya know, you could probably get a job working for Brad. He needs a few guys for his crew and I don't think he is being very picky right now. He even hired some guy from Nicaragua or Paraguay or...oh fuck it, they are all Mexicans to me. Anyway, he doesn't even speak English so you could probably get a job. You are so big after all, Brad needs big strong men."

The look in her eye seemed to finish her sentence with, "And so do I," but she kept quiet on that front.

"So are you still living at home?"

"Um, well, yeah. I mean, for now..." he looked behind him, hoping desperately that Dawn would be bounding back in his direction.

"That's nice. My daddy got us a nice house close to the bay. It isn't the ocean, but what are you gonna do right? Anyway, Brad is rarely home, so I've been making it really nice. I've got some hardwood floors coming in next week..."

George nodded politely as she rambled on and on about the importance of matching towels in all the bathrooms, or how the proper shade of paint will increase a baby's brainpower.

"Wow George, isn't it crazy running into each other like this? I had heard you were a bit of a hermit. So, you got a girlfriend?"

"Yeah, well, you see, I met this girl at work. She's the most incredible woman I've ever met."

"Uh huh..." she wasn't listening. Her eyes never even tried to look at his face. Instead, they seemed locked on his cock, still hard from Dawn's constant flirtations.

Tammy moved closer to him and rubbed her hands over George's broad chest. "Do you think she will mind if I borrow you for a while?" 

Her touch was so different from Dawn's: very rough and appraising, like he was a piece of livestock she was thinking of buying. He recoiled slightly at her unwelcome advance.

"Oh, don't be like that Georgie. We are both adults here," she moved her hands swiftly to his cock and rubbed it hard a couple of times before George pushed her away. The lust in her eyes only seemed to intensify.

"Um, look, Tammy, I'm flattered really, but what about Brad? I don't think..."

"Oh please, Brad is never home and I need some relief. I bet you could give me one hell of a workout. C'mon, I can see how hard you are. I know the effect I have on you." She renewed her vigorous advances. She took George's hand and placed it roughly on her breast.

George did think she was very attractive. Her long blond hair and body built for cheer leading, among other things, had been the subject of many early fantasies. When he first saw her many years prior on their first day of high school he developed a crush on her that lasted until the end of junior year, when he realized what type of person she was. Her personality was a complete turn-off, but that didn't prevent him from having quite a few late night fantasies about her phenomenal body.

Then he remembered Dawn and instantly felt ashamed for what they were doing. He looked around nervously, thinking that either Dawn or someone else would see them, and Tammy would have to let up. But the aisle was strangely deserted and the people who passed by ignored it like it wasn't even there.

Tammy reached for his cock again, "C'mon Georgie, gimme that big dick. Fuck me like Brad never has." She pulled his head down and kissed him forcefully.

George had a momentary lapse in control when he actually considered fucking her in the middle of the supermarket. But as Tammy's lips fought with his for dominance George remembered Dawn and longed for her purity and the giving nature of her kiss. He regained his composure just in time and pushed Tammy away, angry. 

"Stop Tammy, that's enough," whispered George, firmly.

Then, from behind Tammy trotted Dawn with a bunch of bananas. She hugged George and placed them gingerly in the cart. "Sorry I took so long George," said Dawn, "Some pudgy guy with a baby was hitting on me. Oh, hello there."

"Dawn, this is Tammy Breckers, we went to high school together. Tammy, this is my girlfriend Dawn."

Tammy's face was classic and George secretly wished he had a camera. Her expression quickly went from annoyance at having been interrupted, to loathing when she realized how gorgeous Dawn was, and finally to something vaguely resembling politeness as Dawn offered her hand. She took it quickly, if only because she would have looked foolish if she hesitated.

"Oh wow! So nice to me you!" beamed Dawn.

"Um, you too," said Tammy shortly. She looked Dawn up and down. Try as she might, she couldn't wipe the jealous look from her face. "You know, if you are looking for a place to get some nicer clothes, I can suggest a few good places. They might be a bit expensive for you though."

"Could you!" bounced Dawn, "I just moved to town and I didn't bring much with me in the way of clothes. Although, that pleases George just fine. Doesn't it hotstuff?" She nudged his ribs playfully and gave him a knowing smile. Either she wasn't catching on to Tammy's cattiness, or she didn't care. Either way, George was enjoying the scene immensely.

"I should be going, Brad will be looking for me. See you later George." Without waiting for a reply, she turned her cart around and rushed out of sight.

"Bye Tammy!" called Dawn.

Suddenly, Dawn turned and hugged George so fiercely he thought that he had been tackled by a cute brown-haired linebacker. He hugged her back, even though there were a few people walking down the aisle again.

"Aww babe, what was that for?"

"For being the strangest and most lovable Master I could ever have dreamed of."

"I don't get it."

"I was monitoring you, as part of my protection powers, when I saw Tammy approach you. She was attracted to you physically, though she was so pent up she would have had sex with you while her husband watched. You were just the outlet she was looking for. So I went ahead and gave her a bit more courage and made it so you two would not be disturbed."

"That was you doing that? I thought it was a little odd. So, you aren't mad at me for kissing her?" 

"Of course not! I am your Genie, part my purpose is to fulfill your every fantasy, and I recognized her from some of your kinkiest. But then you turned her down. You turned down a girl who you have been lusting after for years. Why?"

"She isn't you, that's why," said George laughing, he wasn't quite sure if she was serious or not. "Having sex with her would have probably been fun, but you are so much more of a beautiful person than she is. I honestly would have regretted it after it was over. And I didn't feel like I had to go through that, because I have you. Does that make sense?"

She hugged him again, "No, but I appreciate it anyway."

They walked on, checking off the items on their list as they went, when they caught sight of of Tammy and Brad in a checkout line. Brad looked like he had gained quite a few pounds; he seemed surly and miserable.

"I wonder what the deal is with those two. They always seemed so happy in high school."

"Back then," started Dawn, "they were enthralled with each other for no other reason than they were the two most popular and beautiful people in school. If they had been with anybody else, it would have been a step down in their eyes and their pride would not have allowed that. But I doubt either of them were really happy with that arrangement."

"Huh, I guess so. Hey, wait a minute," George said in sudden realization, "how do you know all that? You weren't there, you never even met her until today."

"When it comes to sex, George, there are very few things I do not know. As soon as it was apparent that she was attracted to you, I was able to know everything I needed to know about her, sexually. I know what she has done, who she has done it with, what she wishes she could do, and what she will never do. I can detect sexually transmitted diseases, not that they matter for you, and with a wish, you could change most of that as long as it was sufficiently sexual."

"Oh, so I could wish her personality was not so revolting, so that I could enjoy having sex with her?"

"Sure you could, though people who know her might notice the change, so I might have to modify other's memories of her to fit with her new less prickly demeanor. Or we could just make the change pertain to you, so that she would only be different when it came to you. Shall I make it so?"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa," said George, "lets not get ahead of ourselves here. I was just wondering."

She shrugged, "Very well."

George watched Tammy and Brad for a few moments from behind a display. Neither seemed to be talking to one another. He noticed that Tammy would look at Brad hopefully from time to time, but Brad seemed disinterested.

"Sheesh, they look pitiful."

"It is a little sad, isn't it."

"But if they didn't really like each other anymore, why did they get married? I mean, they aren't in high school anymore. Would anyone really care?"

"She became pregnant towards the end of the school year and he married her out of obligation more than anything else. She was hoping that the birth of their son might make Brad a bit more affectionate towards her again, but he resents her for, as he sees it, ruining his future."

"That's terrible."

"Agreed."

They continued on through the frozen food section. Dawn took particular interest in the desserts and pleaded desperately, albeit cutely, to try them all. His mother wasn't big on stocking sweets in the house, so there was no desserts on the list, but George allowed Dawn to pick out some ice cream anyway. She opened up the quart of cookie dough ice cream she chose and dipped her finger in for a morsel. She licked her finger in a way that was entirely obscene. George loved every second of it. He made a mental note to wish her some desserts later, though he had a feeling they would be too busy to eat many of them.

As amazing as the show was, among all her other flirtations, George couldn't stop thinking about Tammy and Brad, and how miserable they seemed.

"Hey Dawn, do you think Tammy and Brad love each other?"

Dawn stopped playing with the glass freezer door and the noises it made when it opened and closed, "I think, deep down, they do. Tammy doesn't really believe there is any other man for her. And Brad, despite his resentment, does love his son and wants to be in love with Tammy. But at the moment the two are so estranged that I do not believe the marriage will last much longer. They began too young I think."

George thought hard. On one hand, he hated Brad for being such a jerk to him in high school, and Tammy for goading him on. He felt a certain justification for the way their lives were turning out. But, on the other, George had Dawn, and his life was looking up. He didn't really feel committed to continuing what amounted to a childhood grudge.

"Do you think, we could help them out, with a wish I mean?"

"Maybe, it would have to be a sexual wish of course, but I won't be able to accurately predict the results since I only know the details of their love life, not their everyday lives."

"Are they even having sex anymore, Tammy seemed like she was a bit love starved."

"No, Brad lost his attraction to her physically once she started showing, and he has been afraid of getting her pregnant again. She has been working out like crazy to be attractive to him, but Brad has let himself go a bit, so she is beginning to wonder what the point is. And the shallow nature of their relationship makes it difficult for them to talk about anything serious, so working through these issues would be next to impossible. They cheat on each other regularly though, and both know it."

George thought hard for a sufficiently sexual wish that would help their relationship. He was having a great deal of difficulty until he thought about his relationship to Dawn. She was so happy to be his fantasy, maybe if the two of them could become each other's fantasies, then their bond would grow.

"How about this Dawn, could I wish that Tammy and Brad become each other's fantasy lover? Maybe compel them to fulfill each other's sexual needs. That each will become physically attracted to the other again, and take steps to stay that way? And can you make sure that they won't become pregnant unless they both really want to? And they will both realize that?"

Tingle. "Yes, so far that all sounds possible."

"Good. Do think that will help them at all?"

She scrunched up her face in thought, "I cannot be completely sure, but at the very least, it should draw them closer together. Having a wonderful sex life can make the rest of the relationship easier to fix. But George, I am surprised. You say you find Tammy to be revolting, why would you want to help them?"

"With great power comes great responsibility."

"Huh?"

"Oh never mind. It's from a comic book. Anyway, the point is, if I have the power to help somebody, I should. If I didn't, then I wouldn't deserve to have the power in the first place."

"I understand, but I hardly think it is your responsibility to fix problems that you did not cause. I mean, where does it end? Are you going fix everybody's broken relationship, just because you can?"

"Well...I hadn't really thought about that."

"Do not misunderstand me, I think you are very noble for wanting to help them, even though they hardly deserve it. But I would not be doing my job in protecting you if I did not warn you of the dangers of meddling in other's affairs."

"Could you keep an eye on them, maybe? Make sure that I won't mess them up too badly?"

She nodded.

"Will that be difficult? I mean, is that going to wear you out or anything?"

She gasped in offense. "Wear me out? Of course not! As long as your wishes fall within the parameters I am set, they will be as nothing at all to me." She shook her head and mumbled, "Wear me out. Honestly."

He laughed and pulled her in close. Her wounded expression left quickly as George embraced her. "OK then, do it."

Tingle, flash. "It is done, I'll let you know what happens."

"Thanks babe." He held her close, content to run his hands down the length of her braided hair.

"George?"

"Yeah Dawn?"

"You are really quite sweet, you know?"

"Don't tell anyone, I have a reputation to maintain."

She giggled, and kissed him.

When George finally checked off the last item of his grocery list, the two made their way to the check out line to pay. After filling the conveyor belt with his haul, the woman dragging them across the scanner and the bag boy did all the work, leaving George standing their waiting to know the damage. He looked around and noticed a cute Asian girl bagging groceries a few registers down the line checking him out. They locked eyes for a moment and she quickly looked away, though she looked back a few moments later and gave him a coy smile. George smiled back.

Dawn leaned in so that she was less than an inch from his ear and whispered so that only he could hear, "Like her?"

Feeling like he had been caught, he laughed nervously. "Sorry, I was just looking."

"I do not mind if you look George," she whispered, "If you desire her, it would be my pleasure to arrange a meeting. I can tell you that she thinks you are very nice looking, and wishes to meet a guy just like you."

Keeping his voice low, he whispered back, "Really? She looks way to cute to be interested in a guy like me."

"You mean a handsome, intelligent, nice young man, who's pants are curiously tight in all the right places?"




A Beautiful Wish Ch. 05



George had already forgotten that his body was now very different. Thinking back, many of the women they had passed had been giving him strange looks, but he had attributed them to Dawn's attractiveness, not his own.

He admired the cute bag girl some more. She had long, raven black hair, and a pretty, exotic looking face. Her uniform wasn't very flattering, but he could tell she was beautiful. Though, much more petite than he usually preferred, and not anywhere near as curvaceous and sexy as Dawn. But that wasn't really saying much as no one he had ever seen in his life, even in show business, could come anywhere close to Dawn. 

"She looks a little young though. What is she, 16?" asked George.

"14 actually. She is very new to her sexuality, but she fantasizes quite a bit. She is nervous about her body, but she is mentally ready for sex, if she could only gather up the courage to go through with it."

"Does she have a boyfriend?"

"She did, but he turned out to be a jerk. Luckily, she realized it in time before they got farther than some heavy petting."

"Well, I think she might be a little young for me, but a little fantasy couldn't hurt. Let's give her a nice vivid dream involving her most potent fantasy tonight. Let her remember all the details and feel every sensation."

Tingle, "Done. But George, do you not wish to take her? To hear her cries of bliss as she cums with your wonderful cock inside her, over and over again?"

She reached down and traced the shape of his cock through his pants while she spoke. George looked around nervously. They were in clear view of several people, but none of them seemed to notice. A wet spot was forming at the point where the tip strained against the fabric.

"M-Maybe...but the law here is 18. Younger than that and it's considered rape."

"The law may say 18, but for you there is no law, as far as sex is concerned anyway. And she wants you. Look at her."

George looked over at the girl, who could clearly see what Dawn was doing to him. She was trying to bag the merchandise for her customers, but was distracted by the show. Her eyes were glued to Dawn's hand on his shaft.

"She wishes she was me right now. All you have to do is wish it, and the girl will be yours. Please George, I want to watch you take her. I want to hear her scream as you fill her virgin cunt with your cum."

George was so aroused that he was having trouble thinking, but he didn't like where his thoughts were going. Yes, he desired the girl, but she was just a girl, and even though the age difference was not much in the grand scheme of things, she could still easily be one of the students in his swimming classes. It felt wrong somehow, that he would be having those thoughts about someone so young. Dawn's encouragements stopped being sexy.

"Stop!" said George quite audibly.

Several people close to them glanced their way, but Dawn's hands were back at her sides immediately, and before anyone could see.

"That's 238 dollars and 48 cents," said the woman behind the register.

George fumbled awkwardly with his money, but managed to count out the appropriate amount and waited for his change. He glanced over at Dawn, who had the look of a child who knew they were about to be yelled at.

They left the store, passing the cute Asian girl as they went. Dawn walked a step behind George with her head down. He was unsure of what to do or say. He wasn't angry at Dawn so much as himself. He had actually considered wishing to have sex with a child. 

But that was just the beginning. Her powers would allow him the freedom to fuck anybody without consequence. He could wish to rape any random person that walked by, and not only would Dawn be OK with it, she would encourage him to do it. He could easily become some sort of monster that nobody could stop, like a villain in one of his video games. For the first time since he opened her vessel, George was actually frightened of her powers. What if someone else had opened the vessel? Someone who didn't care who they hurt in the process of satisfying their cravings.

He and Dawn loaded the trunk with their grocery bags in silence. He pushed it closed and leaned against it, trying to come to grips with his thoughts. He turned and sat on the bumper and rubbed his forehead, Dawn sat next to him, but was careful to give him some space.

"I...I am sorry George," she said quietly. The sincerity in her voice was unmistakable. The only other time he had heard her that serious was the first time she told him she loved him.

"I know, Dawn. But it isn't really your fault."

Dawn kept quiet, and waited for George to explain himself. She averted her eyes, her hands clenched together in her lap.

"It's my fault. The only reason you did what you did was because you thought that was what I wanted. And I haven't given you any reason to think otherwise."

"So...you did not desire her?"

"No, I did desire her. That's the problem. She was really cute, beautiful even. And I was this close to actually going through with it. Before I met you...before I had the power to act on those impulses, I wouldn't have even thought about it. But I let the potential of your abilities go to my head." He rubbed his eyes, ashamed of himself, "She's just a child, what was I doing?"

"I should have foreseen this," she said, her voice cracking.

"How could you have?"

"As your Genie servant, I am supposed to completely understand your sexual wants and needs perfectly. I should have known that the thought of sex with one so young would have thrown you into turmoil. I have caused you anguish," she began to cry. It was the first time he had ever heard her cry out of sadness. "I am so sorry George. I have failed you."

That wasn't what George wanted to hear, not at all. Her trembling voice cut deep into his heart. "No, Dawn no. Please don't cry, it's nobody's fault but mine. I have to have more control over myself, that's all. I just came so close to doing something terrible. The possibility was never that realistic before. It was frightening."

"This must be one of those things, aspects of your sexuality, that I had to guess about. It is the only explanation for my lack of foresight. When I saw you looking at her, I did not even think to take her age into account. I figured that would be a minor hurdle. In my time..."

George couldn't help but laugh. It began as a low chuckle, but it built into full on hysterics.

Dawn managed a nervous smile. "What is so funny George?"

"So the jail bait is now a 'minor hurdle'. No pun intended, right?"

Dawn searched her words and then laughed through her tears. "That is not quite what I meant," she said while she wiped her eyes.

"Come here." She obeyed, and scooted over next to him. "I know that there are going to be some obstacles, but I can say, without a doubt, that you are worth it. We'll figure each other out. Let's just...take it a little slower."

She hugged him tightly, "You know, most Masters, when their servants displease them like I have done, would have them punished."

"Yeah, well, you aren't my servant. You are my girlfriend, my lover, my best friend. I don't have a whole lot of experience with that sort of thing, but I know that they learn, and forgive. So...do you forgive me?"

"Yes, George. Do you forgive me?"

He nodded.

She held his hand, and sighed heavily in relief. Then, she giggled. "Does this mean I get to punish you now?"

"I think we both deserve, at the least, a stern talking to. I'll make a deal with you."

"What?"

"You find a fun way to punish me, and I'll punish you back."

"Is that a wish?"

He hesitated, but then remembered that it would have to be a sexual wish, so he wasn't too worried. "Sure, why not."

Tingle. She hugged him even tighter and he felt better instantly. With their "minor hurdle" effectively hurdled, he felt like they had become a little closer.

"Come on. We need to put the food away before it spoils in this heat. After that we'll go get some lunch and go to that crazy store."

"Yes George. Do you think we will have time for that punishment before we go out again?"

Suddenly, George stomach rumbled loudly. They both looked at each other and laughed.

"Aww, is there another hotstuff in there trying to tell me something?"

"Yeah, it was something like, FEED ME YOU ASSHOLE!" joked George as he gripped his stomach.

Dawn collapsed on top of George in laughter. At which point, George couldn't help my tickle her mercilessly. Their closeness spurned a passionate kiss. For George, it was sweet relief.

George and Dawn made their way back to the house. They were in high spirits having averted a minor crisis, although the talk was less flirtatious. George was a bit sexed out at the moment and Dawn had plenty of things to say without trying to turn him on. They laughed together as they relived her first adventure into the real world and all the people she had a chance to interact with. George took note of the fact that, although she was teasing them a little, she had friendly feelings for all of them. All except Tammy, and thanked George again for turning her down.

"So, if you didn't want me to have sex with Tammy, why did you go to all that trouble of trying to make it happen?"

"Because I am your Genie, fulfilling your fantasies is my primary purpose."

"You Genies are nutty. You know that right?"

She laughed, "What do you mean?"

"We've already established that, on top of your role as my Genie, that there is a part of you with human-like tendencies. Right?"

"Right, by virtue of your desire for me to be more free-willed."

"OK, well then why do you want me to hook up with other girls? That isn't something that women normally encourage."

"That has more to do with me being a Genie than anything. Most Genie servants were gifted to powerful men with harems. My job as a Genie servant in a situation like that would be to run the harem and keep the other girls aroused enough that they will be ready for the Master's bed."

"Really?" asked George with a raised eyebrow. "And how would you keep them aroused?"

She smirked devilishly, "Let's just say that, if you had been a woman, nothing would be different between us."

"No way! You are just teasing me now," said George.

"I am serious George. All sexual Genie servants, such as myself, are created with an open mind towards both sexes. Unless of course this goes against the Master's wishes, but from my understanding of your desires, you wouldn't mind watching me with another girl. And as monogamous as you protest you are, it is only natural for a man to want to have sex with as many women as possible. While most women resent this, due to the evolutionary advantages to having a partner who takes care of them, I could not hold you back from your desires, especially if they were made into a wish. But it would make no sense for me to deny you, because I would want to be with all those women as well, thanks to my bisexual nature."

"OK, that all makes sense. But that still doesn't explain why you preferred that I didn't have sex with Tammy."

"Oh, I just did not relish the thought of running a harem with her in it. She is a total bitch! Oh, sorry George, please pardon my language."

They arrived at the house and put away all the perishable foods. The milk was already dripping with condensation in the muggy heat. They set up a system where Dawn would hand George a food item and he would show her where it belonged in the kitchen.

George took the bunch of Bananas that Dawn had retrieved during his chat with Tammy and began to think more on the idea of a harem. The notion was intriguing to him, to say the least. 

"So, are we creating a harem now?"

She smiled devilishly again, "If Master wishes it."

"You could get away with murder using that line," mused George. "So, say I meet a pretty girl who is also smart and funny and really digs me?"

"You mean like Lindsey?" she interjected.

"Um, OK. For arguments sake, sure, how would we go about it?"

"A wish would suffice. It is easily sexual enough."

"But what about her? I mean, would she really want to be in a harem at all, let alone my harem?"

Dawn scrunched her nose up in thought, "It would take some convincing I think. But your friend is much more sexual than you probably realize."

"Oh I have got to hear this."

Dawn giggled, and turned from her station in front of the pile of shopping bags to face George. "For starters, she is hopelessly in love with you. Has been for a long time now."

"Bullshit!"

Dawn looked at him, confused. Tingle. "Oh right, slang. I understand. No no, it is true. All throughout high school she has longed for you. But she has always been afraid to press the issue...for reasons I am unsure about. She has been waiting for you to get up the courage to ask her out. She left for college last year feeling like she had left something undone. So her primary focus besides school has been aimed at making herself more attractive to you. She joined a sorority, and promptly received a makeover and a gym membership. But then...wait, are you sure you want me to continue?"

George became concerned, "What do you mean?"

"Well, you see, she has been pining over you all year, but she did meet a few people who she was...um....sexually attracted to."

"Oh," said George, understanding that Dawn was heading towards Lindsey's sexual history. He felt a pang of jealousy that someone had reached her before he had. Though, he instantly felt a bit hypocritical, as he had never had a sexual thought towards Lindsey before that. In any case, he didn't feel like hearing all the details so he bade Dawn to skip over them.

"You have nothing to worry about George, the end result was that her affection for you was only reaffirmed and strengthened. She was finally planning to take the first step last night, but I'm afraid that my presence has put a damper on her plans. She thinks you are out of reach for good now."

"Wow, I didn't know any of this."

She giggled, "I am not surprised. Boys have a tendency to be rather clueless when it comes to the inner workings of the female brain. Though, I have to say, you are better at it than most. Though I doubt you realize it."

"Why would you say that?"

"You always seem to know what to say to make a girl feel good. I am rather surprised that I was your first. You seem to instinctively know how to be a good boyfriend. Although, I guess I might be a little biased."

"Well, you are the only girl I can really talk to. Besides Lindsey, but we only ever talked about nerdy things, like video games and comic books and stuff. We never talked about our feelings. With you, I can just say what I want to say without having to worry that you are going to make me feel stupid."

"Thank you George. I hope you know that you can talk to me about anything, including video games and comic books, even though I know little about them. But, I do not understand, why would someone make you feel stupid for giving them a compliment?"

"Got me. I remember this one time in freshman year, I asked out a sophomore girl who I fancied. I wrote her a poem on Valentine's Day with all kinds of sappy compliments. I mean, I poured my heart out. But she came at me during lunch that day and told me off. Said that her eyes where shit brown, and what the fuck was wrong with me for liking her eyes. I learned fast to play it closer to the vest."

Dawn got a faraway look about her, then came back with a smile on her face. "She kept that poem you know."

"Really?"

"Mmm-hmm, she really liked it. But she was so embarrassed at the time, and a friend saw it and gave her quite a bit of grief over it. So she did what she thought she had to do to save her reputation. But she still has that poem, and regrets the way she acted. She's still holding out for a guy who can express himself the way you did."

George was stunned but immensely please nonetheless at the notion that some woman out in the world kept something of his. Then It occurred to him that maybe he wasn't the complete loser he'd felt like all through high school. He wondered where she was at that moment, and what she was doing. He was no longer pining for her, but their sudden reconnection filled him with thoughts of what might have been.

"George," began Dawn, "why did you give up? On girls I mean. Why did you stop trying to find love?"

George had rationalized his position several hundred times before he met Dawn. But now, they all seemed like foolish excuses. "At the time...it was just...too hard."

"What do you mean, too hard? All you have to do is walk up to a girl, and ask. What is so hard about that?"

"Well when you put it that way, yeah, it's almost nothing at all. But..." he sighed heavily, "after you get shot down as many times as I have, after you get told, repeatedly, that you are worthless piece of shit, your ego starts running out of places to hide. Put it this way: If nine times out of ten, you get punched in the face when you walk outside your front door, you are going to stop going outside eventually."

"But you and Lindsey get along so well. Why have you never asked her out?"

"Lindsey and I are friends and I've never really ever looked at her like she was a girl. She was my only friend in high school. I guess I was afraid that if I did ask her out, she would cast me off like all the others did. And even if she didn't, she'd get tired of me eventually. If you haven't noticed, I'm not exactly the life of the party. I needed her. Without her, I'm not so sure I would have even finished school."

"I'm sorry George, but I still do not understand. From what you describe, and from what I have observed, people seem to think of you as some sort of pariah. What could you have done to deserve such treatment?"

"I...I don't want to talk about it anymore. If that's alright with you?" George asked hopefully.

"Alright..." said Dawn, her voice filled with sympathy. "I have another question about Lindsey though. It is clear that my ability to detect desirable mates for you is somewhat flawed, at least for the time being. Now that you know how she feels, would you like to add Lindsey to your harem?"

George started chuckling to himself.

"What? I am serious!"

"Dawn, I don't know what it was like back in ancient Persia, but you can't just start a harem these days. Most people frown on that sort of thing."

"OK, maybe not a harem. But as your Genie, and as someone who cares about you and the ones you care about, I think you should consider the possibility that Lindsey and yourself are destined to be more than just friends."

"You really think so?"

"Yes, and I can show you if you like, and without any magical assistance."

"What are you plotting?"

"Oh nothing, just a little...educational ambush," she said with a wink.

George cast her a suspicious glance.

"Hey! Do not look at me like that," she said playfully, "I will not do anything to hurt your friend. And it will be fun!"

George was thinking that there was no way something like this could end well. But did Lindsey really love him? Had he really been that oblivious that he didn't notice? There was only one way to find out. "OK, as long as you promise me, no magic. I don't want to make her do anything that she would regret. Deal?"

"Deal!" she squealed. "Oh, I cannot wait! Do I look OK?" she rubbed out some wrinkles in her shirt and looked over her shoulder at her tight butt. The effect brought her amazing curves into full view and George found himself unable to stop from wrapping his hands around them.

She forgot how she looked, and turned to gaze up at him. She bit her lower lip seductively, "Are you going to finish what your fingers have started?"

George was sorely tempted to toss the remaining groceries on the floor and take her on the counter. But he had held out this long, and he was curious as to how long it would be before he lost total control. He knew that if he could wait just a little while longer, it would be that much sweeter when they finally did come together again.




A Beautiful Wish Ch. 05



But he was also extremely hungry from staring at food he could touch but not taste, and putting away all the food they had bought invoked some laziness at the idea of bringing it out again. Lindsey suddenly equaled food, and Dawn's revelations about her had intrigued him to no end. He had to know what Dawn had been talking about.

"I think, right now, I'm too interested in this ambush you have planned to fully enjoy anything else. But tonight, you and I are gonna finish this. And it's gonna be great."

"Promise?"

He responded with a kiss, and managed a muffled, "Mmm-hmm."

He placed one hand on the back of her neck and the other on her perfect derrière, and pulled her in as close as he could. She melted into his loving embrace and breathed a guttural moan into him as the hand on her ass fell deeper into her. The feeling of her body, molded into his own, was a sensation he never wanted to forget.

The drive over to Walt's Wiches found George a nervous wreck. He was excited and apprehensive at the same time. And though the sun was dipping a bit lower in the sky he found himself sweating. He thought about what they were doing. Without Dawn, he would had never have planned a reconnaissance mission to delve deeper into his best friend. He became very nervous, and Dawn noticed.

"Do not worry George, all you have to do is be yourself and follow my lead. Pay close attention to her and you will see how enamored with you she is."

"I still can't believe I let you talk me into this."

"Trust me. You both need to come out of your shells a little bit. Lindsey has been trying, but she is so hopelessly hung up on you, that it would take some Major Genie intervention to get her to move on."

"I trust you. But can you tell me exactly what our goal is here? I mean, aside from lunch, because I don't know about you, but I'm starving."

"Mostly, to get you both to see each other in a new light. And to let her know that I do not intend to stop her from being at least friends with you."

"Mostly?"

"Nothing bad, I promise!"

"Well...as long as you aren't going to make her do anything she isn't ready for."

Dawn chuckled, "Yes Master, although, I think you would be quite surprised to learn what she is ready for."

They pulled up to Walt's and George shut off the engine. As he was about get out of the car, his heart raced at the prospect of forming a romantic relationship with his only friend. But if what Dawn had described was true, and he had no reason to think it wasn't, this was something Lindsey had wanted for a very long time. Even though he and Lindsey had known each other since they were small children, George felt like maybe he hadn't really known her that well at all.

The small cafe was recovering from it's lunch rush, but wasn't very busy. Only a few customers took up the seats closest to the window and appeared to be finishing up. George took a quick look around the counter, but Lindsey was nowhere in sight. However, Walt was there, and welcomed George immediately.

"Oy! Is 'at you George?"

Walt extended his large callused hand for a shake. George took it, but was immediately pulled in for a bone crushing hug. Walt was just as tall as George, though much more corpulent. He had always been a gregarious man, with a hearty, infectious laugh and a booming voice. George had always imagined him as a drunken, red headed, British Santa Claus, without a ride back to the north pole.

"Blimey George! Who is that wit ya?

George reached for Dawn who had been standing just behind him, "Walt, I'd like you to meet my girlfriend, Dawn. Dawn, this Walter Miller..."

Walt pushed George out of his way to step closer to Dawn. He took off his baseball cap with the cafe's logo on it and held it to his heart. "Ay, and a pleasure it is to meet you, Miss. Has'n been a beauty like yerself come into this town since my Lindsey came home from college!" He let loose his hearty laugh.

Dawn blushed when Walt bent low to kiss her hand rather than shaking it, "Thank you so much Mr. Miller. It is so nice to meet you."

He waved her off, "Nah don't you start callin me Mr. That be like, puttin lettuce on a pizza. You can call me Walt, jus' like ol' George does. So, ya got a mum? A sister, an aunt? Please tell me there be more lass's like you out there somewhere."

"Hmm, sorry Walt. I am afraid that they do not make many like me."

"Ay, ain't that the truth. So George, what were ya doin, standin at the entrance to town with a sign that said 'Free Handbags'?"

"Are you kidding Walt? All I had to do was mention I knew the owner of Walt's Wiches and the panties just disappeared."

"That would assume, of course, that I was wearing panties to begin with," piped Dawn.

Walt laugh heartily once more and patted George roughly on the back, "Oy! Was that a joke? You two are cheeky, you are. Blimey George, I haven't seen you looking like this since before your dear old dad passed away." He turned to address Dawn directly, "Ol' Henry an me went way back. Help me get on my feet and open this shop after I lost me missus. George is the spittin image of im. I remember when he and Lindsey was little kids, he was always playin pranks, tellin jokes, and troublemakin like it was 'is job. But he's been so dopey these past few years that I was beginning to think he'd gone nutters." 

George just rolled his eyes, "So is Lindsey around? We were hoping you could let her take a lunch break."

Walt turned towards the kitchen with a look of exasperation on his face, "Um, you two stay right here, I'll go look for her." He quickly shuffled to the back of the store out of sight.

George and Dawn exchanged confused looks.

"Was any of that odd to you, babe?"

Dawn got a faraway look again, "He was trying to disguise the fact that Lindsey knows we are here and is avoiding us. She feels it would be too awkward to talk to us both at the same time. She has already set me up as a rival."

"Do you think we should..."

Just then, George could hear Walt in the kitchen, "...don't be an old ninny, get out there."

"But Dad," came Lindsey's voice, "I'm covered in flour and my hair is all messed up!"

"George doesn't give a damn! Just show 'im some leg and take off that baker's jacket. Here, I'll hold your glasses."

George could hear rustling accompanied by Lindsey's protests, "Dad! Stop already! OK, OK, just don't break them."

She stumbled out of the kitchen and caught sight of George immediately. Her long red hair was tied up in a bun. A few strands hung across her freckly face, and accentuated the lines of her cheeks and chin.

The clumsy way in which she tried to collect herself told of how new and uncomfortable she was with her beauty. She looked highly flustered as George's eyes met hers. They were apprehensive and guarded, but full of energy and promise. 

She wore her bright yellow polo shirt that hugged the curve of her trim waist and her firm breasts. While not quite as large as Dawn's, they still stood out proudly. Her shirt was tucked into a pair of dark brown work pants that were less flattering, and made George long to see her delicious looking thighs clad in a pair of skin tight jean shorts again. She must have changed when she made the delivery to his house.

For the first time since George had known her, he saw her not as the young girl he had grown up with, but as a woman. A beautiful, intelligent, and attractive woman, to be desired and cherished. He suddenly realized that much of what Dawn was, his subconscious idea of his perfect woman, had come from Lindsey.

She was the first to break the silence, "OK, OK, you can stop gawking now." She wiped away a smear of flour that had gathered on her freckled cheek.

"You, um, missed a spot," said George as he motioned towards the tip of her nose.

"Oh shoot. Did I get it?"

George looked directly into her, something he had never done, and said, "Perfect."

"Oh my!" gasped Dawn.

"What? Is my head on backwards?" joked Lindsey.

Dawn turned to George, "George, you lied to me."

"What? How?"

Dawn smiled out of the corner of her mouth that Lindsey couldn't see and wink at him, "You told me she was pretty. She is absolutely gorgeous!"

Lindsey couldn't help my smile broadly even as she blushed, "Yeah, you heard the woman, I'm gorgeous! What the hell is wrong with you George?"

Both the girls were staring at him with there arms crossed. He noticed that, standing side by side, they were within an inch in height. "Dawn, meet Lindsey. Lindsey, Dawn."

Lindsey loosened up and shook Dawn's hand, "Sleeping beauty, right?"

Dawn blushed, "Oh, sorry about that. I was having a rough day."

Lindsey scanned both their faces and George instantly knew the jig was up. He and Dawn had both turned an incriminating shade of scarlet.

"I bet," she said finally. "So, you guys hungry?"

Dawn and George nodded excitedly.

"OK, I'll go whip us up something. You guys came at a good time, I was getting bored back there." She disappeared into the kitchen but called out to them, "Go sit down, I'll be right out!"

George was about to find a booth when Dawn stopped him. "George, let's sit at a round table. Since there are three of us, a booth leaves one person sitting alone."

"Thank you wise and all-knowing sex genie," said George in as comical a voice as he could muster.

She giggled. Her smile made George's stomach flutter. "So, did you see how she was looking at you? That is not your body that makes her weak in the knees. She loves the way you look at her, it makes her tingly all over."

"I definitely saw something," replied George, "though I have to admit, I wasn't looking at her eyes so much. She has really filled out since high school. She was always cute, if a little bookish, but now she's like a Victoria's Secret model."

"College has given her many opportunities to broaden her horizons, both intellectually and physically, not to mention sexually. You can thank her sorority for that."

George sighed heavily.

"Are you alright George?" asked Dawn carefully.

"Yeah, I'm fine, it's just...I feel pretty stupid for not realizing what a great girl I've had following me around all this time. We could have had years together already. And then she went off to school and I didn't even try to keep in touch. And now I'm feeling jealous that someone figured out how great she is before I could. I've been pretty selfish, huh?"

"Do not be so hard on yourself. She treasures the time you and her have spent together as friends. The fact that you did not force the issue has not been lost on her. She is grateful for the respect you have always shown her. She trusts you. Which is why I complimented her through you."

"That was a good line by the way, she's not pretty, she's gorgeous."

"Thank you George," she beamed. "One thing I have noticed about her already is that she is not used to being appreciated for her looks. She is a bit like you in that regard. She has trouble believing that she is as beautiful as people say. But she will believe it if it is from you. So instead of just telling her she was gorgeous, I made it come partially from you, so that it holds more clout."

George marveled at Dawn's incredible knack for reading people. He would never have been able to read that deeply into anyone and Dawn was reading his best friend like an open book. "Hey Dawn, you might have a future in psychology one day. You are a regular Dr. Ruth...and way cuter."

Tingle. "I am sorry George, but I refuse to believe there is anything cuter in this world than a tiny old lady with a funny accent, saying 'penis' with regular frequency."

George laughed.

The two talked quietly about nothing, just enjoying each other's company while they waited for Lindsey to return. Finally, she reappeared out of the kitchen with a tray of food. "I didn't know what you liked Dawn, so I made you a salad and a smoothie. George, I got your club sandwich, no tomatoes. Enjoy."

They dug in, George practically inhaled his sandwich as it was the first thing he had eaten all day. He looked over at Dawn who was eating her salad with less enthusiasm. He spied her eying the half of his sandwich he hadn't yet bitten.

"Here babe, want to try mine?" he asked.

She nodded emphatically. After slathering it with mayonnaise, mustard, and a few potato chips for good measure, she took a big bite and rolled her eyes back in pleasure. Lindsey stared at her in disbelief.

"Holy hell girl! How do you eat like that and still look that good?"

Dawn stopped mid mouthful, "Umph, I doe know."

George came to her rescue, "I'm convinced she's an alien, sent here to gather information to send back to the mothership."

"And the first thing I'll tell them is how good the food is here," piped Dawn as she finished her bite, "the mothership cantina has nothing on this place."

"Yeah well, I would have pegged you for one of those girls who only eats half the peanut. But you put it away, don't you?"

"I would have thought the same of you, Lindsey. How do you look so fit with all this great food around?"

Lindsey blushed, "Thanks but, I don't get to sample much of the food anymore. I've been trying to eat more healthy. Did you hear that my dad had a heart attack last Christmas?"

George nodded sorrowfully. George had heard. He had wanted to go see him and Lindsey then, but was too worried that Walter would die. He wasn't sure he could have handled the fallout.

"Is he OK now?" asked George.

"Yeah, he's fine. It's been a full time job to make sure he sticks to his diet. I've recruited an army of people to make sure. But so far he's been a good boy. Anyway, ever since then I've been doing my best to set a good example for him. It feels good to be fit, it's just..."

"What?" Dawn asked as she listened intently.

"I don't like how people treat you differently when you're pretty. You understand Dawn, you must be used to people talking down to you because they think you're nothing but a pretty face."

"You really think I'm pretty?" she asked wide-eyed.

"Well, yeah. Of course you're pretty."

"Thank you so much, Lindsey! I was fishing shamelessly, but it's nice hear every once in a while. But yes, I do understand where you are coming from. Thankfully, George does not think that way."

"So do you go to college then?"

"That is actually why I am here. I was looking into the program at Stafford and few other places."

"Ahh, that must have been when...umm..."

"When I met George? Yes. I was dying for a dip in the pool and George let me in. I was hoping he would get up the courage to ask me out, but I do not think he really believed I was interested. I was the one to crack first and I just blurted it out. I was so embarrassed! Smartest thing I have ever done."

Lindsey just nodded as she listened. George could tell she was mentally kicking herself. He had the urge to comfort her in some way. Either by telling her that all hope wasn't lost, or even that Dawn was his Genie servant and wouldn't mind her joining his harem. But there was no way he could tell her any of that. He had already decided that he wanted her as a lover, but now he desperately wanted to be a better friend.

Dawn continued with the conversation. "George tells me you are going to State. What are you studying?"

"Computers, programing actually. I want to make my own video game someday. Do you um...play games at all?"

Tingle. "Not very much, I have never really had anybody to play with before. But I would certainly enjoy trying any game you made! George, will you teach me how to play video games?"

"Hell yeah I will, as soon as we get back. But actually, you should ask Lindsey. She kicks my ass every single time."

"What can I say, I've got golden thumbs," said Lindsey. She playfully poked George's arm with her right thumb.

"We should all play sometime! You guys can show me the ropes!" Dawn bounced in her chair which made her breasts jiggle once more. George couldn't help but notice that Lindsey was looking, and didn't seem to be disgusted.

"Uh, OK! I'm game."

"Great!" said George, "Next time you have an afternoon off, just come over."

Lindsey shuffled nervously in her seat, "You sure I won't be...interrupting anything?"

"Whatever do you mean, Lindsey?" said Dawn innocently.

"Well...I don't know...like...um..."

Dawn placed her hand on Lindsey's, "Lindsey, we are all friends now, we'll always make time for you."

Lindsey looked back and forth between Dawn and George, searching for some indication that Dawn was just being polite. But George was sure she meant it. He nodded in agreement. Lindsey smiled bashfully. George suddenly knew where Dawn had gotten that trait.

The threesome's conversation steered mostly towards Lindsey and Dawn. George kept quite for the most part while he enjoyed the two girls' banter. While George hadn't been planning on thrusting Dawn upon Lindsey for fear of making either of them jealous, now it looked like the two were hitting it off. He was impressed with Dawn's ability to fit so harmoniously with everything around her. Cute young Asian girls aside, Dawn was systematically improving every aspect of his life, one by one. And instead of closing doors, she was throwing them wide open.

"Lindsey, is there a bathroom?" asked Dawn as she finished her half of the sandwich.

"Uh, yeah. Just through there," Lindsey indicated a hallway that turned out of sight.

"Thanks, I will be right back," she rose gracefully, and traced her finger across George's shoulders before she bounded around the corner.

George and Lindsey sat alone together. Their sudden awkwardness was palpable.

"She's really nice," said Lindsey finally.

"Yeah, she is."

They continued eating. After a few more awkward moments they caught each other's eye. Neither could keep from laughing at how strange everything suddenly became.

"OK," laughed Lindsey, "this is awkward isn't it?"

"It is," laughed George, "I can't figure out why though."

"I can't blame you, it's your first girlfriend. We've never really dealt with anything like this before, have we?"

"Definitely not like this," said George as he looked to the corner where Dawn disappeared.

"George, I have to ask you something. Promise you won't get mad."

He waved her off, "It's OK, go ahead."

"Is she the real deal?"

George was taken aback, "What do you mean?"

"I don't know," she averted her gaze, "I guess I'm wondering if...she's 'the one'?"

George thought hard. He wasn't conflicted over whether or not Dawn was the one he wanted to be with for the rest of his life, but he didn't want to shut the door on Lindsey. However, this was his best friend, he had to tell her the truth, to a point.

"Honestly, I think she may be. I've never met anyone quite like her."

"That's what I thought. She is pretty amazing, she's nice, and pretty, and smart," she chuckled, "Shit, I think I might be crushing on her."

Lindsey looked dejected, and poked at her salad half-heartedly. George felt compelled to say something. "Look, Lindsey, I know that I haven't been a very good friend to you this past year. What with your dad in the hospital and all. But Dawn has made me realize how important you are too me. I don't want the fact that I have a girlfriend now to prevent us from being friends. And Dawn wouldn't want that either. So, I guess, what I'm trying to say is that, you and I will always be together. And for the record, you are all those things too."

"Alright, alright. Enough with the mushy stuff already." She pushed him playfully, and couldn't hide another bashful smile behind the guise of brushing her hair out of her face. "But, thanks George. Friends forever?"

"Yeah, good ones."

Lindsey chuckled.

"What?" asked George.

"You've changed."

"Well yeah, I've been working out a bit..."

"No no, not that, you were always cute anyway. What I meant was, Dawn has been a good influence on you. You seem...better."




A Beautiful Wish Ch. 06



Chapter 6: Mother's Love

George ran to the house in a panic. A million worst-case scenarios flashed through his mind, visions of blood, chalk-lines, his mother, dead. He burst through the open threshold expecting to see a scene out of a bloody cop drama. Instead he could hear is mother's distraught voice tearfully giving someone a description of George. He followed the voice to the kitchen where she was listing off George's physical attributes to a young patrolman while another was examining the pile of smashed dishes on the floor next to the breakfast table.

As he came into view Jessica gasped, leapt from her chair, and smothered him in a motherly embrace.

Sobbing, she cried, "Thank God, oh thank God!"

George was relieved but confused. A moment before he had been imaging the worst and now, while relieved, he wondered what could have happened to put his mother in such a state. Had they been robbed? Were his sisters alright?

In any case, his mother's tight hug was making him uncomfortable and he disengaged from her as gently as he could. "What happened?" he asked.

She wiped her bleary eyes as she answered, "Someone... someone broke in. I thought... I came home...." she visibly took hold of herself and with forced calm said, "I walked in and saw all this and called for you. When you didn't answer I feared the worst."

Burglarized? He had only been gone a couple of hours, three tops. He scanned his surroundings for signs that the house had been ransacked, but the only damage had come from his earlier romps with Dawn. 

Then it hit him. That was what she was referring too, he and Dawn had left the house to go shopping without cleaning up the disaster left behind after their last escapade in the kitchen. The pantry had been almost completely emptied, the sink was filled with dirty pots, and even though the perishables had been put away, most of the food he bought was sitting around the kitchen in flimsy grocery bags.

"W-what did they steal?" he asked, already knowing the answer.

"Just a few of your father's clothes. I don't understand what someone would want with them though. They must be over ten years..." Jessica paused as she realized what George was wearing, "George, where did you get those clothes?"

"I, uh, borrowed them from your closet," he replied sheepishly. There was no use in being coy, she would put the two and two together on her own, but George couldn't help it. He knew this wasn't going to end well.

Her expression began to change as she started to get a glimmer of what had really happened. Her lips stiffened into a thin frown, her soft brown eyes narrowed, and her face went from hot anger to hurt to disappointment. Despite her obvious disapproval she asked calmly, "George, please tell me why you would..." she stopped.

George felt Dawn's gentle hands wind their way around his arm. She looked at Jessica square, not flinching or embarrassed, merely making her presence known. She exuded a quiet bravery, at peace with the fact that this could not be avoided. George was in trouble and she was putting herself in the line of fire. George was sure that if she only knew how terrifying his mother could become when she was truly angry, she'd be shaking in her booty shorts. However, he noticed that Dawn had traded in her much too short shorts for a pair of capris, along with a bra. She was definitely the smarter of the two of them, he thought.

"I see. Officers," she said quietly, "you can go now. I'm sorry to have wasted your time."

"Ma'am, are you sure this is your son?" asked the officer who had been taking down George's description. He stared at his notepad, then back up to George with a confused look on his face.

She merely scowled at him.

Not needing to be told twice, the two men headed for the door. One of them put a hand on George's shoulder and whispered, "Good luck." The sentiment didn't make him feel any better.

Jessica moved to the stove, where a kettle of water was beginning to steam. "Would you like some tea?" she asked quietly.

George was too petrified to answer, but Dawn immediately stepped forward. He screamed in his head Don't take the tea! She's going to tear us a new asshole! Don't take the tea!

"Yes, thank you, I would love some," said Dawn. George cringed.

Jessica's hands were shaking as she reached for two mugs from a nearby cupboard. "How do you take it?" she asked.

"Um, however you take it. I have not had much tea."

Jessica began to pour, but the heavy kettle slipped and splashed boiling water on her hand. She dropped the mug and it smashed to the floor with a sharp ceramic shatter. "Goddamnit!" cursed Jessica as she nursed her scalded hand. She knelt down to pick up the pieces.

Dawn immediately threw her purse on the table and moved to help with the cleanup. George was tempted to help as well, but he knew from experience that when his mother was this pissed he should keep his distance and wait for her to tell him what to do. He noticed that some of the contents of Dawn's purse had spilled across the table. There was a half-used Chapstick, a few dollars with some change, and a few crumpled gum wrappers. There were all typical things George knew would be in a woman's purse. But what truly surprised him was the book that Dawn had stashed inside earlier. It was a collection of stories by H. P. Lovecraft. He thought it was an odd selection for her first read, but figured she was probably mislead by the author's name.

The women finished cleaning up the mess in silence, until Jessica added a very curt, "Thank you." She went back to making the tea and Dawn quietly moved to the kitchen table and sat down. George sat next to her as far from his mom as he could get.

"So, I'm George's mother, Jessica. And you are?" she said as she finished making the tea and placed a mug in front of Dawn. Her anger over the situation was barely hidden behind a thin veneer of civility.

"It is very nice to finally meet you Mrs. Everhart. My name is Dawn," she said as she noticed the contents of her purse spewed across the table. She scrambled to cram everything back inside.

"Dawn, what?" asked Jessica as she sat down.

Dawn's face turned ghostly white as she struggled to come up with a satisfactory answer. George's mind went into overdrive as his eye's darted around the room for a something to remind him of a name. Suddenly, he caught sight of the book Dawn had been trying to push back into her purse. He just blurted out, "Lovecraft! Dawn Lovecraft." He regretted it as soon as he said it. How cliché could you get? But it was out there now, and there was no explainable way of taking it back. Under the table, Dawn's hand crawled into his. She didn't look directly at him, but he could tell that she approved.

"That's an... interesting name," said Jessica as she sipped her tea. "Well, George, I guess if I'm going to really understand why you decided to freak me out like this, you'd better start from the beginning."

George sighed heavily as he searched his thoughts for a place to begin. As he hesitated, Dawn started to explain, "Well, you see, I was..."

Jessica cut across her, "Thank you Miss Lovecraft, but if you don't mind I would like to hear his explanation first."

Dawn deflated in her chair and squeezed George's hand tightly. She was beginning to understand what George already knew, his mom was nobody to bullshit. He entwined his fingers with hers and gave her a gentle squeeze. You're worth even this, he thought.

"I was at work," he started, "I was having a really shitty day. I was late, Rocko punched me in the face, and Linda made me stay for the late shift."

"Wait, Rocko punched you? Why?" said Jessica, a look of concern momentarily breaking through her anger.

"Why does Rocko do anything? Because he's a fucking jerk, that's why." The memories of that day aroused a fury inside of George that he had forgotten about since Dawn's emergence, but he hadn't meant to test the limits of his mother's understanding at the moment. Jessica wasn't fazed by his harsh language. Instead she cursed something under her breath. 

"Anyway, I was sitting by myself, just like I always do, thinking about how much I hated my life. I thought about quiting. I... I thought about... lots of things, when Dawn walked in." 

Dawn stayed quiet as this was the first time she had heard George speak of the events leading up to the discovery of her vessel. She hung her head low and locked her eyes on their joined hands. She caressed his index finger with her own.

"She didn't work there or go to school there, but all she wanted was a swim, and I needed some company. So, I let her in. We talked for a while. She told me about herself. She's from Phoenix, she just graduated high school, she was looking into colleges, and... she liked me." Dawn's hand squeezed his like she would never let go. Jessica listened intently and said nothing. 

"I like her," he glanced over at Dawn and made a quick, meaningful, eye contact. "She's new in town and needs a place to stay. So I let her stay here. And, I don't want her to leave."

"I see," said Jessica as she reached an understanding. She turned to Dawn, "So is that your scam then? You find someone vulnerable, then get a few nights under a roof, steal everything of value and move on?"

"N-no that is not..." cried Dawn. George stopped her. Now he was angry, and he didn't care if it was his mother who said it or Adolf Hitler. She had no right.

"Mom, I know I fucked up. And I'm sorry for that. You can yell at me, punish me, ground me till the end of time, but don't talk to her that way." It was all he could do not to scream at her, but Dawn's touch kept him grounded and prevented him from saying something he would probably regret later. "If you have any faith in me at all, you'll trust me that she isn't like that."

"And you know this, how?" she asked incredulously. "I love you, but we both know that you aren't very experienced when it comes to this. For all you know she could be on the run, or worse!"

"So far, all she's done is be polite to you! You're always telling me to see the good in people, to give them the benefit of the doubt. Why is it any different when I finally bring a girl home?"

"Oh c'mon, George! Who goes across the country, by themselves, without some plan as to where they are going to stay? I suppose she doesn't have any money either. I taught you to be smarter than that."

"First of all, she has no family, she grew up in an orphanage. Secondly, I don't have any money either. Only what you gave me, and she hasn't so much as looked at it!" He took a sharp breath to calm himself. "I understand why you are upset with me, but why are you taking it out on her? 

Jessica looked away from him. She looked ashamed and confused, but still very angry. "Fine, in the interest of finding out why my kitchen looks like the aftermath of a natural disaster, let's assume you're right and move on. " 

Don't say something you'll regret he thought. He found it impossible to hide his scowl. "Fine. She spent the night, the next day we hung out and got hungry. We were looking for something to eat but there wasn't much, so we got a little creative." He paused as he struggled to keep his explanation strictly PG, "But we got carried away. I had meant to clean it up before you got back. I thought you weren't coming home until tomorrow, so I wasn't worried about it. Why are you home so early anyway?"

"That investment I had been tracking turned out to be a bunch of bullshit. Run by two college kids who were trying to run a scam, so I came home early. I figured you would be lonely here by yourself, so I was going to surprise you. I didn't realize you had found ways to... entertain yourself."

"What's that supposed to mean?" he asked pointedly.

"Nothing," she said with a dismissive wave. She took another big sip of her tea.

George continued, "As I was saying, I remembered that you asked me to go food shopping, so we went this afternoon. But I didn't have any clean clothes that would fit me. I found these in your closet. I'm sorry, I didn't know... that you still kept his things. I should have asked."

Jessica looked away in an attempt to hide the sudden swell of emotions that made her begin to tear up, "Yeah, well, if you would do your part and keep your room cleaned up, and put your dirty clothes in the laundry room, you wouldn't need to go through my closet."

"You know, you're right," he admitted. She was trying to change the subject away from what was really bothering her, George could tell, but she echoed what George had only recently come to realize. "I need to take better care of myself, and my things. I will, from now on."

"So, thats it," said George, "after we finished shopping we dropped off the food and went to Walt's for lunch. Then we stopped at a store on the way back. When I saw the police car, and your car, I thought something really terrible happened. I bet I was just as freaked out as you were."

"Well, I didn't think about it that way." She took a deep breath along with another sip of her tea. "Maybe I overreacted a little. I just... when I saw the house like this... and you weren't around... I suppose I should have noticed that your car wasn't here, but I just panicked." she wiped a tear forming at the corner of her eye.

"I'm sorry mom, I didn't mean to scare you. Things have happened kinda fast around here. I wasn't thinking."

"Alright," said Jessica, her anger dissipating, "you are going to clean up this mess though, right?"

George nodded.

"Okay. I'm sorry I scared you and I'm sorry I overreacted. I should have had a little more faith in you." She reached for Georges hand from across the table and gave it a reassuring pat, before finishing her tea. "Now, George, will you leave the room please? Miss Lovecraft and I need to have a chat."

George and Dawn cast quick nervous looks to one another. "Um, why?" asked George.

"If I'm going to let a stranger stay in my house, I'll need to interview them first. I think thats fair, isn't it?"

Dawn squeezed George's hand so tightly he thought his fingers might pop off. He had faith that Dawn would be okay, but he hadn't planned on throwing her to the wolf so soon. He stroked her hand reassuringly, "I'll be upstairs then." 

He leaned over and kissed Dawn on her temple, then he stood and headed for the stairs. He made a lot of noise as he pounded his way up, and shut his bedroom door, but it was only so that his mother would believe he was out of earshot. He moved back down the stairs very slowly and quietly, until he was sitting on the bottom step. With his new body, moving silently was much easier. He couldn't see them, but he could hear them perfectly.

He could hear his mother getting herself another cup of tea. "How's your tea?" asked Jessica.

"Oh!" She sipped fast, "Wow, this is delicious! What did you put in it?"

"Just some milk and a little honey. I have a cup or two every night. It helps me unwind."

They sat in silence for a few moments, save for the sound of tea cups rattling on saucers. It seemed neither knew how to begin. In one corner was the reigning female champion in George's life, and in the other was the challenger threatening to disrupt the status quo. His mother had always tried to encourage him to be better, to get out in the world and mix it up, to chase his dreams. But to have the fruits of her encouragement sitting across the table from her must have been quite a shock. George wasn't sure for whom he felt more sympathy: Dawn and her inexperience, or his mother with her own.

"Well then, I'll just come out and ask it. Are you two sexually active?"

George would have spit out his tea if he were drinking it. Dawn however, seemed unaffected, "Yes, we are."

"Are you using protection?"

"Yes." George forgave her for telling a half-truth. The protection she was speaking of came from no normal means of prophylactics. "And there is no worry of disease, George was my first."

"You'll pardon me if I find that hard to believe."

Another uncalled for remark. Why was she acting so cruel? There was silence for a few moments, George could hear Dawn sipping her tea again. "There is nothing that I can say that will make you believe me at this point. But I think that you will find, in time, that I am trustworthy."

Another pause. He heard Jessica stand up, along with a frustrated sigh. He could hear her fumbling with some dishes in the sink. Then she stopped, "You know, I really thought this would be easier. I've always wanted George to find a nice girl. It's just, George has been through a lot. Not just with the teasing and the whole embittered geek thing he has going on. I mean real trauma."

"And you think, that I am going to build him up with false affection, and then leave him?"

"It isn't fair to assume that. But that's how I feel. I can see how he looks at you. I haven't seen him act like that... well, ever. If you take that away from him I'm afraid I'll lose him forever.

I'm not foolish enough to think that I can stop you two from going down whatever road you've already chosen. But please, if you aren't a hundred percent serious about this, leave now. I'll blame it on me, that I drove you away. I'd rather that he hate me then have whatever is left of his soul be crushed by a passing fling."

Dawn paused to sip some more tea before answering, "Mrs. Everhart, I appreciate your caution and your obvious concern for George's well-being. I wish... I wish I had a mother who cared for me like that. But George isn't some scam to me, or a fling, nor is he a guy I can change if I work hard at it." Her voice began to crack as she became more impassioned. "I love your son. I will always love him," George could tell that she was trying very hard not to cry. "P-please believe me."

Hang in there, thought George. His heart ached to be with her.

"Have you told George, that you love him?"

"Yes," whispered Dawn.

The dishes Jessica was washing made louder clinking noises, like they were being pushed around forcefully. "Then there's no turning back now. What did he say?" said Jessica, defeat evident in her voice.

"He didn't say anything, but, he cried."

"Wow," she sounded genuinely astonished, "that's way more than I've ever got out of him."

"What do you mean?"

"I must have told him that I loved him a thousand times, but he always waves me off. No 'thanks', or 'I know', or 'I love you too'. It's like he thinks I'm just kidding. But you actually made him cry?"

"Yes. He wouldn't let me say it at first, but I felt like I had to. He needed to know. And then I said it and he broke down. I may not understand why George feels the way he does, but I do understand what he is feeling. I know how much it means to him to hear that we love him. I would never say it unless I really meant it."

Jessica was moving around the kitchen now, opening and closing cupboards as she put food away. "You know, I can't remember the last time I saw George cry, or laugh, or smile. "

"Mrs. Everhart, why does George have such a hard time telling someone he loves them?"

George panicked. Please don't tell her, mom! She'll never look at me the same way again! Please don't tell her about dad!

Jessica stopped roaming around the kitchen and sat down. There was a pregnant pause as she searched for a way to explain. "George's father, Henry...," she said sadly, "he died a while back. Let's just say, it had a profound impact on George. He was only eight at the time."

Dawn started to ask something presumably, but Jessica stopped her, "It really isn't for me to say. It should be him who tells you, not me."

George, on the verge crashing the conversation, felt a sudden wave of relief.

"Anyway, after that he changed. He used to be so happy, he was a handful let me tell you. He and his father were so close, more like best friends than anything. And when Henry died, much of George died with him. I tried everything I could think of to help him: therapy, drugs, I even remarried... nothing worked."




A Beautiful Wish Ch. 06



George remembered all of her attempts to bring him out of his depression after the death of his father. The therapy sessions didn't help because he didn't want them too. The various psychologists and "spiritual healers" wanted him to accept his father's death as something that had to happen, something that made sense, something that would all go away if he let it. The drugs only made him stop feeling, and that hurt even more. And his step-father stopped showing an interest in him when it was clear that George would never accept him as even a poor substitute for his real father.

"Haley and Corina would freak out if they knew the George of old. Haley has a big mouth, but her little jabs are nothing next to George's nuggets of wisdom." He heard her sip her tea and balk, "Would you like some more tea, hon? Mine is cold." Jessica got up and fumbled with the kettle some more. "You know, it's really sad, I don't think George has ever told his sister's that he loves them."

"But, I can tell that he wants to say it. It is on the tip of his tongue. But then he gets this pained look on his face, like...like..."

"Like someone died."

"Yeah."

Jessica sat back down with fresh tea. "I've seen that too. I think, I'm not sure but I think, that he associates love with loss. If he admits that he loves someone, even for a second, they'll leave him. I'm his mother so I know he loves me, even if he never says it. I can only imagine what its like for you, to put yourself out there and not have it returned."

"He will say it when he is ready. I have only known him for a few days, but one thing that I know for certain is that he feels more deeply than either of us can imagine. All he lacks is the courage to show it."

Another pause . "I think you're right," said Jessica. She chuckled lightly. "I have to admit, I think I might have been wrong about you. When you walked in my first thought was of all those girls I grew up around, who got any guy they wanted just by turning off their brains and hiking up their skirts. But I should have more faith in George. He would never settle for a girl like that."

"Thank you Mrs. Everhart," the sincerity evident in her trembling voice. "Do you think, we could start over?"

"I think we should. I'm Jessica Everhart, George's mother. It's very nice to meet you."

"I am Dawn... Dawn Lovecraft, I am George's girlfriend. It is an honor to finally meet the woman who raised such a wonderful son."

That's my girl, he thought.

The topic strayed away from George after that, focusing on Dawn's fictional background. Believing they would be finished soon, he headed back up the stairs quietly to wait in his room. The last thing he heard before he closed his door was, "So, why don't you use contractions?"

"Um, I do not know, I just..."

George quietly closed the door to his room and paced back and forth as he waited for them to finish their chat. Dawn had passed the test of his mother's wrath with flying colors, though he wasn't surprised. He believed Dawn could do anything, and not just because of her powers. She had a way about her that disarmed everyone. You couldn't hate her, even if you wanted too. She wasn't shallow or petty, or self-centered or rude. Even in the face of outright hostility she never stopped being thoughtful and genuine.

He was more surprised by the way his mother had acted. Sure, the kitchen was post-apocalyptic, and maybe he should have thought twice about going through her closet. But to freak out at Dawn for just being there, his mother had always been much more rational than that. He had always thought that, for a mother, she was pretty cool. She kept her music tastes current, played video games; she even cussed in front of George without so much as an apology. So why had she lost it so completely when she found out that he had gone into her closet? Maybe there was something there that she didn't want him to find, something other than his father's clothing.

Bah! What am I thinking? This is my mom, not some Columbian drug trafficker he thought. She's probably upset that I got into Dad's old clothes. It probably reminded her of how much she misses him. But the idea that his mother was hiding things from him was intriguing, and alarming. He had always been too preoccupied by his own drama to worry much about her. She always seemed so poised and strong. But maybe there was more going on that he had been too self-absorbed to notice. Maybe she was also in pain. Lonely, just like he had been.

In any case, it was an odd thing for George to hear them talking about him that way. He always believed that his mother had his best interests at heart, but he could have never imagined the depth of her concern. Had he really been so callous as to disregard his mother's love? He realized that he had made the same mistake with his mother that he had with his father. He had taken her for granted. But this time it was worse. Not only had he assumed that she would always be there, he had downplayed her affection for him in an effort to shield himself from more pain. The only upside was that she was still alive. There was time to make things right.

He ruminated over the situation for an agonizing hour before plopping down on the bed. He hadn't been tired up to that point, but the new bed's heavenly comfort lulled him into a dreamy haze. He closed his eyes and imagined what it would be like to spend the night with Dawn in the cloud-like wonderland he had wished into being. He could almost see her lightly tanned skin glistening with sweat, hear her melodious voice crying out in ecstasy, smell the tea-like scent of her hair as it fell around him, feel her entire body shiver out of post-orgasmic euphoria. Just thinking about being close to her was enough to make him hard. He rubbed his member casually as he dreamed of Dawn lying next to him, kissing him like he needed to be kissed, loving him just because he was him, and nobody else. He was asleep before he even realized it, drifting off into a dream involving Dawn, a sandy beach, a hammock, the sunset, and gently lapping waves.

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The wind, the salty mist, the cold, they bit his face and eyes as he shot at breakneck speed across the water. Exhilaration... invincibility... freedom. They were all that mattered. Speed, more speed. The waves couldn't stop him. Hit them harder, go faster, don't stop.

Too fast... too hard... the sea always wins.

A wave... too large. No control. A dull thud, a loud crack. Where is he? Where is dad?

There... face down. The sky is gray, the sea is gray. So why is the water red?

Save him. You can do it. Grab his hand, pull him up. Swim, goddammit, swim.

Too heavy... too rough... too cold. Can't do it. Going under, water everywhere, can't breath.

Get to the boat. Almost there. Just a little farther.

Arms, legs, cramping. Lungs heaving, choking. Let go... he's dead... you can't help him.

Never give up... never stop... invincible... free...

You'll die... let go... you tried... it's over...

Hand slipping. 

Wake up... help me... I need you...

Too heavy... too cold... need air... I'm sorry...

Fingers slide free... he's gone... into the black.

Get to the surface... and breathe... but not live.

George broke the water's surface, sat up straight, and choked violently on air. He was awake, back in his room, his old room. 

No. Was it a dream? Where is Dawn? It couldn't have been a dream. Please tell me it wasn't a dream!

His mother opened the door just a crack, and whispered, "George? Are you awake? You can come back down now."

George was soggy and cold. "Wei-what?" he asked shaking.

"I said, you can come back now. Dawn and I are finished. Are you OK? You're sweating."

Dawn wasn't a dream, he had awoken from a nightmare. George fell back as relief once again washed over him. "I...I'm OK. I'll be right down."

Jessica opened the door all the way and entered. She sat on the edge of the bed. "Honey, did you have the dream again?"

He didn't answer. But his mother knew. "You haven't had that dream for long time." 

He was embarrassed. He was a grown man, and was fiercely loved by the most amazing creature in all the universe, yet he just had an old nightmare. "I get it every once in a while, when dad comes up in conversation. It sneaks up on me. I was feeling alright when I dozed off but, for some reason..."

"Do you want to talk about it?"

He sat up straight, "Not really. There isn't much to say. Same old stupid dream, I woke up just as I broke the surface just like last time."

Jessica looked like she wanted to say so many things, but they had all been said. "You know that... I don't blame you? Right?"

George said nothing. He knew she didn't. She never had. But sometimes he wished she would. He wanted her to hate him for letting go, for being stupid, for being weak. For so long he had felt like it was no more than he deserved. She was the one person in the world who had every right to give up on him. But she didn't. While others feared him, loathed him, and took pleasure from his pain, she remained loyal, true, and hopeful. It would have been so much easier to give in to grief long ago, but she wouldn't let him.

After a long silence in which it was clear George was finished talking about the subject, Jessica cleared her throat. "Anyway, I got the chance to get to know Dawn a bit while you were sleeping. She's a lovely girl. I'm glad you were so picky and waited for a girl like her."

"It wasn't a matter of being picky. Girls just don't like me."

Jessica put her hand up to stop him, "I don't want to hear it. It's obvious now that that's a cop-out. Dawn's living proof. If you would have only shown some initiative and actually asked a few of them out, you wouldn't have been such a downer all these years."

"Wow, mom, thanks."

She brought her finger to her head like she was playing the dumb blond, "Oh, did I say that out loud?"

He pushed her playfully, almost shoving her off of his bed. 

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry! Sheesh!" she cried as she batted away his attempts at de-bedding her. "But really, you know what I mean. There's no law that says you have to be alone all the time, George. I don't care what you believe in that regard. You deserve to be happy. I just wish I could have taught you that sooner."

"Actually, we went and saw Lindsey today. It turns out that she's had a crush on me for years without me realizing it."

She gasped, "My Lindsey!? She told you!?"

"Well, no, Dawn kinda pointed it out to me. Apparently, it was extremely obvious."

"Oh, of course not," she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm, "you'd have to be Dr. Phil to poke through that cloak of deception."

"Wait. you knew?" 

"Of course I knew! She made me swear not to tell you a long time ago."

"W-why didn't anyone let me know!? Why did she tell you and not me?"

Jessica turned somber, "George, cut her some slack. She's young, she is just as nervous about putting her feelings out there as you are. And she didn't exactly tell me, either. You have to understand, she has never had a mother, so she compensates by being one herself. But she only does it to people she really cares about: her father and you. That's how I knew. Do you remember the last time we went to the beach?"

"Vaguely," he said dryly. He remembered all too well. He had been tricked into going by his mom and Lindsey was there waiting for him. He spent most of the time trying to avoid having to go into the water for fear of taking his shirt off. While the rest of his family played in the surf, he and Lindsey sat on the beach. George was busy sulking and waiting for them to go home, but Lindsey was badgering him constantly about sunscreen and drinking water.

"Well, I could see what she was doing. She was so nervous about you seeing her in a bathing suit that she had reverted to caregiver mode. Afterwards I confronted her about it and she just blurted it out, made me swear not to tell."

George sighed heavily as he leaned back against the headboard.

"Are you mad?"

"No, I'm not mad. Actually, I'm a little mad at myself. Ever since Dawn came around I've been noticing all the parts of my life that I've been neglecting. There's Lindsey, you, Hayley and Corina, college, myself. So much of my life has been a waste. I have to be better. I can't keep going on like this."

Jessica patted his knee, "I'm glad all it took was a hot girl showing you the good things in life for you to finally wake up. And George, don't beat yourself up anymore. Can't we let the past go?"

George caught her meaning and turned towards the window to avoid her gaze. "I'm trying, mom," he said finally.

Jessica stood up and headed for the door. She stopped as she reached the knob, "Thanks for cleaning your room up by the way. Another one of Dawn's good influences on you, I gather?"

He looked around. Though it was his old room, it looked like the best possible version of that room. He was confused at first but then he remembered that Dawn had said she was going to make a few minor changes. He found himself missing this version of the room. Even though it was from a difficult time, the place had been his sanctuary, his escape from the pain and disappointment that was his daily existence. It was like growing out of a favorite pair of shorts. You can't wear them anymore but you hate to throw them away because of all the times you put them on knowing that they were the perfect fit. George was struck by how thoughtfully Dawn had treated it in her alterations, even if she didn't fully understand why it was important to him.

Just thinking about Dawn was enough to break him out of his funk. He felt alive again. "She threatened to put her clothes back on if I didn't. Its amazing how fast you can clean when a hot naked girl needs a place to lay down."

Jessica smiled as she playfully wretched, "Ugh, too much information! Make it stop!" George laughed and threw a pillow at her. "OK, I'm done. Come downstairs now. I need to talk to both of you."

As soon as she closed the door behind her the room reverted back into George and Dawn's love-nest. The difference was all-together shocking, and a bit empty without Dawn there with him. Maybe he had been too hasty in his wishes. The huge bed and the stripper pole were lot of fun but they weren't really him. Why should his room look like something out of a bad soft-core porn flick when that wasn't the person he really was? Dawn certainly didn't mind. Maybe he could get her to leave his old room intact (albeit the cleaner version he had now), and just pull out the "harem" room for special occasions. 

He got up and went to the bathroom. After splashing some water in his face and rubbing his neck with a towel he was feeling much better. He took the opportunity to check his reflection in the mirror to make sure his new body had been maintained. For some reason, he had become worried that Dawn was just a dream again, but his reflection told him otherwise. Or at least, he was still in the dream. Either way was fine by him, as long as it didn't end.

He followed the voices of Dawn and his mom down the stairs and into the living room. They were sitting next to each other on the couch, pouring through old photo albums.

"Oh look!" cried Jessica. "This is my favorite." 

Dawn's mouth fell open. "Is he..."

"Such a cute little tooshie. To this day I can't remember why he was wearing a shirt but no pants. Either I forgot to dress him properly, or he decided he didn't need them. I suspect it was the latter."

George knew which photo they were talking about. It was from when he was only two or three years old. He was watching his dad ride around on a quad behind their old house from behind a sliding glass door. He was naked from the waste down with his face pressed against the glass. His little behind dominated the photo.

As soon as Dawn caught sight of George she pulled the photo out and showed him as she laughed. "You were hot stuff even then!"

George laughed in embarrassment as he sat down next to his dream girl. Dawn and Jessica continued to ooh and ah at the various photos. Some were from George's various Cub scouting trips with his dad, some were from the vacations the young family had made together, a few from family outings with other relatives. The last photo in the album was of Henry and George side by side next to a large pool. George had just taken the gold in a regional swim meet, and Henry was hugging him tightly. His smile was huge and bright. It was so infectious that people had actually told him to stop, that it was making them smile too much.

When they were finished Jessica closed the album and stashed it away. Dawn pouted, "Aww, are their any more?"

"Unfortunately, no, not of George anyway," said Jessica as she shifted uncomfortably in her seat.

"Why not? He is so photogenic," whined Dawn.

"Well, uh, he just got camera shy after that."

"Mom, was their something you wanted to talk to us about?" said George in an attempt to come to her rescue. It was foolish to keep things from Dawn, she would find out eventually. But a part of George still wanted to spare her his drama. Everything was going so well between them. He hoped he could just forget the past entirely and focus on her.

"Yes, but I need more tea first." She got up and headed for the kitchen. "Would you two like some?"

"None for me, thanks," called George.

"I would love some more tea!" sang Dawn excitedly.

Jessica disappeared into the kitchen. When she was far enough out of ear shot Dawn pulled herself into George as tightly as she could. "Are you alright, Master?" she whispered.

George was again alarmed at the honorific. "Y-yeah. Why?"

"I sensed that you were in distress when you were in your room. I wanted to go to you, but I could not think of an adequate excuse. So I had to suggest to your mother that you join us again. Is there anything I can do?"

"I'm OK, Dawn, really. I just dozed off and had a bad dream."

"Really?" she pleaded.

"Well, I'm definitely feeling much better now," he said as he squeezed her.

Dawn looked even more concerned, "George, one of the reasons why I love you so much is that you are a terrible liar."

"Dawn, it was just a bad dream. You're acting like I was about to fall off a cliff."

"Master, I am your Genie. Would I not know the difference?"

Jessica reappeared with two mugs of steaming tea and placed one in front of Dawn, "There you go, sweetheart."

"Thanks, mom," Dawn said quite nonchalantly.

George couldn't believe what he had just heard. "Mom? She's calling you mom? How long was I gone?"

"Just a couple of hours. But we decided that since she has no mother, and since she is going to be staying here for a while, that I would do for now."

"So, you're not going to kick her out?"

"No. She may stay." George was about to jump for joy around the living room. "However," his jubilation halted, "there are conditions."

Uh-oh he thought. "What kind of conditions?"

"OK, rule number one: Dawn sleeps in the spare bedroom." George and Dawn visibly sank along with their hearts. 

"Rule number two: she pays a monthly rent of two-hundred dollars."

"Wait, mom, she doesn't have a job. How is she supposed to pay rent?"

"That isn't my problem. And if I catch you paying her rent, I'm kicking you both out."

"Aww, mom,"

"Don't you 'aww mom' me. I think that's more than fair. Finding a place to stay for cheaper than that is almost impossible in this town, especially for use of an entire house."

George looked over at Dawn, who appeared to be a little uneasy. He was sure she was capable of holding down a job, but he remembered how nervous he was when he went looking for a job the first time. And he didn't need to worry about paying rent.




A Beautiful Wish Ch. 06



"Rule number three," she continued as she began keeping track on her fingers, "no hanky panky or excessive PDAs in the house while your sisters are here." 

George was about to protest when she stopped him, "I don't want to hear it. This is important George. Your sisters are still very young and whether you like it or not you are the dominant male influence in their lives. The way you and Dawn interact is going to set the tone for their attitudes towards relationships forever. If you two are making out all day long, touching each other, laying around like a bunch of horny logs, then the girls are going to think that that is what is acceptable for them to do too. You have to set a good example, like you would if you were their father. Lord knows, their father isn't putting any decent ideas in their heads with all his little girlfriends running around," She scowled.

George was crestfallen, but he knew she was right. Still, keeping his hands off of Dawn was already proving to be a herculean feat. He wasn't sure how he was going to last two entire weeks without at least sneaking a little something.

"Rule number five, er, four: Dawn, you have to do your part around the house. You aren't going to be a maid or anything like that. But if this house is going to be your home then you will have to treat it as such. If I find that you are disrespecting the house or anything inside it, I'll have to ask you to leave."

"My home?" she asked in wide-eyed wonderment.

"Yes. This is your home now. At least until you find out what you are going to do about your schooling. But you can stay here for as long as you follow my rules. Is that acceptable?"

Dawn had adopted a faraway look. She mouthed the word "home" to herself and her eyes became misty.

"Dawn, honey?" Jessica asked as she tilted her head to make eye contact with her.

"Y-yes?"

"Is that OK with you?"

She looked towards George. "My home?" she asked.

George had assumed she knew that any home he had would be hers as well, but then he remembered that due to their master/slave connection, this wasn't necessarily the case. He could easily make her sleep outside if he wished and she would comply with a smile on her face. He nodded. She flashed him her heavenly, heart-softening smile.

She turned back to Jessica, "That will be very acceptable, thank you."

"Great!" beamed Jessica. 

She moved over to Dawn and gave her a hug that would not have been out of place if Dawn had been her daughter. George looked on in silence. He was immensely pleased that the two most important women in his life had become close. But as the hug lingered, he began to long to feel what they were feeling, and debated getting in on the hug himself. He let them have their moment, though. He had never been much of a hugger anyway. It only made him feel inadequate. It usually wasn't a big deal though, because most of his extended family hadn't extended him any hugs for quite a while.

"OK," said Jessica as she pulled away from Dawn, "I've had a long day and I'm going to bed. George, try not to stay up too late. You have work tomorrow."

"OK, mom."

"Goodnight, all."

"Goodnight," they chorused.

After George was confident she was out of earshot, he sank into the couch, "Phew! That was intense. Sorry to have to throw you in the deep end like that, babe."

Dawn laid down on the couch and rested her head on George's lap so that she was looking up at him. "I admit, I was worried there for a second. When you went rushing off towards the house I was confused. I couldn't sense any danger in the house, but you were obviously upset about something. I am glad it was just you're mother. It could have been much worse."

"Fuck yeah," he said with a heavy breath, "I thought someone was dead. Are you alright?"

"I am fine, thank you. I was very nervous, but your mother is not an unreasonable woman. In fact, she is quite funny. You should have heard all the things she told me about you when you finally went back upstairs."

"Like what," he said. George became a little worried. He had been a precocious youngster, and had many embarrassing adventures before he stopped feeling adventurous.

"Well, I have now pinpointed the exact moment in time when you discovered girls."

George put his hands over his face. "Oh no," he groaned.

She giggled impishly. "Now I have something to black mail you with when you become famous."

"Hey, she came on to me, I swear!"

"Maybe, but that did not mean you needed to run around the playground screaming..."

"Please don't say it. It's too embarrassing to think about, let alone hear out loud."

"Very well. But George, she still remembers."

"Arrrgg," he dramatized. His face flushed a deep scarlet.

They both laughed. But as the laughter died away, Dawn's face adopted a more concerned look.

"So, about the dream..."

"It was just a dream," he said tiredly.

"Forgive me George, I do not think you completely understand how my protection powers work. I am constantly monitoring you for any threat to your well-being, whether from an outside source, or from within. These powers are always on, even if I am away from you, or otherwise occupied. I do not even need to be conscious. What I observed threw your body and mind into a state of near death. Something inside you was trying to kill you."

"I still think you're overreacting. I've been having dreams like it for years now, and obviously I'm not dead."

"It may have been a dream, but it is only a symptom, not the cause of your pain. You are being consumed by something, little by little, from the inside. I cannot put my finger on what, but it is there. My powers do not lie..."

"Well, can't your powers protect me from whatever 'it' is?"

"My powers can protect you from anything, unless you prevent me from doing so."

"Wait, do you mean that, I'm not letting you protect me?"

"Yes. Consciously, and for reasons unknown to me, you are blocking me from affecting this corner of your mind. While I do not actively read your mind or delve into your memories unless it is pertinent to your wishes, or would otherwise help me to blend more seamlessly into your world, this one, fairly large construction is completely off limits. When my powers kicked in and attempted to spare you from whatever was hurting you, your mind decided that it would rather die than let me in. The only thing that could have stopped me, was you."

George didn't know what to say. He leaned his back against the couch and let out a frustrated sigh.

"I do not mean to badger you, George. I am just worried about you, that is all. I will drop the subject if you wish." Her voice sounded wounded and crestfallen.

George thought hard about all she had said, and was reminded of Dawn and his mother's conversation. They both loved him dearly. Why couldn't he just accept that and move on?

"Look, Dawn, I trust you. And I know what you are saying is true. I just, want to forget the past, that's all. I don't want think about all I did wrong, or what might have been. I just want to be with you and leave all that stuff behind."

"George, I want to be with you too, for as long as you'll have me. But you know, just as I do, that it is impossible to forget. You can cover anything up with all the happy memories in the world, but the darkness will still be there, and the longer you let this go, the more damage it will do. I am not demanding you get help from me, but please, please take care of this. You cannot ignore it forever, and my powers have the potential to keep you alive for a very, very long time."

He knew she was right, about everything. He had been trying to forget what had happened for eleven years and things had only gotten worse. But confronting the past was even more terrifying. "OK," was all he could finally say.

"Thank you, George. That is all I wish for you." She took hold of his hand and kissed one his large knuckles.

"By the way, shame on you for eavesdropping," she said as she lightly bit his index finger.

"Hey, I was just looking out for you."

"Nuh uh! You were being sneaky." She scrunched up her face in mock anger and shook her finger at him, like he was a naughty dog.

He melted before her unfathomable cuteness. His hand drifted to the curve of her belly, while his finger tips crept underneath her shirt. She looked down at the gentle intruder, then looked up to meet George's gaze. She bit her lip in a coy smile.

"And just where do you think you're going right now, mister?"

"Shh, I'm being sneaky. You're not suppose to know."

She giggled, and whispered, "Oh, right. What was I was thinking?"

Her hand moved to his, but didn't stop it. As he moved higher, her fingers rested just on the top, enjoying the ride. With his other hand George caressed her forehead with the back of his fingers.

He reached the bottom of her ribcage, and traced it upwards to the bottom of her breasts. Her eyes closed, and he felt her shiver as she purred. "I think I like it when you are sneaky."

He could feel the soft flesh of her breasts clad in a lacy bra give way to his touch. He dragged his fingertips all along their generous proportions, reveling in the forbiddeness of it. He felt her nipples stiffen against his palms while her hand pushed him to touch harder. Just a few days before, he had done nothing but wonder what a woman's breasts felt like, why they were so alluring, why he couldn't help but daydream about being close enough for a woman to give him their approval. Dawn's ample mounds fulfilled all his expectations, and then some. In the back of his mind he knew they were only breasts. Every woman had them. But it was special. It was akin to going to an amusement park for the first time, an amusement park built to his specifications. Everything was made for exploration and thrills and fun. Her breasts were only the first ride. The main attractions had yet to be visited.

But what it meant to be that intimate was something he could never have expected. Genie or no, below him was a woman who's trust and affection allowed that she never keep from him. Body, mind, and soul belonged to him. She had accepted him as someone worthy of taking advantage of her if he wanted. But she knew that he wouldn't. The pleasure wrought from such intimacy was more than anything he could have ever imagined.

Dawn alternated between craning her neck to see what he was doing to her and looking up into his eyes. She had the loveliest mixture of arousal, innocent curiosity, and reverent affection. As she gazed up at him with her vibrant dawn colored eyes, she looked to be completely content. She was exactly where the universe intended her to be. There, in George's lap, she was home. It made him feel really good to believe that.

He bent low to kiss her quickly on her inviting lips before switching his hand for hers. She understood, and began to fondle herself as George followed her fingers inside the cups of her bra. She bit her lip once more as she roughly tweaked her hard nipples.

His hand traveled back down over her stomach, his favorite part of her body, though he didn't know why, and reached the button of her capris. He unfastened it. She giggled as his fingers danced at the edge of her panties.

"You may be sneaky, George, but you are also predictable."

"You're right, this is boring. Lets go play some video games," he smirked as he pulled his hand away.

"No-no-no!" she laughed as she pushed his hand back down, "I did not mean that I wish you to stop."

Their fingers entwined and rested atop her belly. "What do you wish, Dawn?"

She smiled heavenly once more and the grip on his hand tightened. "I wish, so many things. But," she took his hand and guided it back under her pants to the edge of her panties, "for now, I wish for you to touch me, here."

If she had wished that he jump off a cliff, he would have. He slid underneath the elastic and felt the hairs at the top of her mound. She closed her eyes as he pushed down, deeper, through the silky hairs of her short bush, to the velvety skin of her folds. He brushed his fingertip across her clit, eliciting a loud moan from Dawn.

"Shhh, babe, my mom's upstairs," he said quickly.

"S-sorry," she whispered, "please don't stop. I will be quiet."

He continued his ministrations. He was very nervous, as he had never attempted to get her off in this manner. He still didn't even completely understand her anatomy. All he knew was that she liked what he was doing, so he continued as best he could. He used two fingers and moved them in small circles around her clit. Dawn guided his fingers into her slick vagina, covering them in her lubricating juices. He understood, and let her guide him to where he needed to go.

As he stroked her sex, Dawn heroically held in her loudest moans, but a few muffled squeals still escaped. George enjoyed watching her writhe below him. One hand held his, the other kneaded her heavy breasts. All the while she looked up at him with her heavenly smile, biting her lower lip whenever she felt the urge to make too much noise.

"Hey, babe, can I wish that my mom stay upstairs and not notice what we are doing until we are done, now matter how loud we get?"

"Y-yes," she managed.

"Make it so."

He felt the pleasant tingle in his mind once more that signified that she was reading the true meaning of his wish. Her eyes flashed gold as the wish was accepted. She let out the sharp yelp she had been holding in. Unhindered by sound, Dawn let George hear her.

"Oh George, I have been waiting for this all day," she cried. "W-wait! S-stop, please!"

George let up abruptly, worried that he had done something wrong.

Dawn sat up and swung her leg over to straddle him. She placed her hands on his shoulders and leaned in to kiss him passionately. "I was about to cum. But I want to cum with you inside me," she said breathlessly.

He kissed her back and said, "Strip for me."

She giggled and smiled shyly, "Yes, master."

She stood up, and kicked her shoes off. Her hands moved gracefully along the sensual lines of her body, like they weren't her own hands but someone else's, who knew of places she had yet to discover. Her pants were the first to go. They were tight, and clung to her as if they were reluctant to let go. She swayed enticingly as she peeled them off her mile-long legs. Her light blue panties came into view. She turned to show George how they hugged the curve of her butt.

George had seen her naked almost as much as he had seen her clothed, but watching her disrobe was blowing his mind. Dawn noticed and blushed, even as her capris finally dropped to the floor.

"Are you pleased, master?" she asked knowingly.

George was slightly panting as the body he had been sneaking touches of all day long was finally being revealed. But the anticipation was driving him wild. The long lines indicating her athletic and feminine stems made her look healthy and strong, yet built for only one thing.

"You are the most...beautiful..." he stumbled, though he meant it sincerely.

She approached slowly, and lifted her foot to place it next to George's hip on the sofa. He adopted tunnel vision up the length of her inner thigh, towards her wet pussy. Instinctively, he reached for her calf, made easy by her knee pressing into his shoulder. He massaged the smooth muscle in his large hands, and kissed her where the knee met the inside of her creamy thigh. He looked up to see Dawn watching him enjoy her. 

"Would you like me to continue?" she asked, almost in a whispered.

He leaned his temple against the inside of her knee and nodded, her display evaporating words from his brain.

She brought both her knees down around his waist so that she was straddling him. His hardened shaft nestled against her panty-clad mound. Without another word, she began unbuttoning his shirt from the top. He brought his hands up to stop her, a knee-jerk reaction from his days of feeling unattractive, but he was able to stop himself. He instead rested his hands on her thighs. Dawn quickly graced him with an understanding look before returning to her task. It was so quick that he might have missed it had he not adored her eyes so much. But that was where he felt most enthralled by her. In her eyes was a promise of unending love that filled him with untold hope. Without thinking, he leaned in to kiss her cheek, in thanks for letting him feel something he had only read about.

Dawn turned slightly so that she could meet his lips. They kissed just like they had the first time, slow and sweet, like if they pressed further they would chase it away. George felt himself melting away once more. He gripped her thighs tightly as his soul became a little less broken, one step closer to the healing that his mother so desperately wished for, thanks to Dawn.

Finally, Dawn finished with the buttons of his white dress shirt. She reached inside and caressed his naked chest, her nails tickling his pecks and abs, before deftly unfastening his belt. His cock was only a quick tug away from being unrestrained.

George gripped her thighs even tighter in anticipation. Suddenly, he felt Dawn's light touch pulling his hands northward, across her hips, to the bottom of her top. She pulled away from their passionate kiss and smiled impishly as she lifted her graceful arms above her head. She said not a word, but her intention was clear. George slid his fingers under the top and peeled it up. His hands lingered as they passed over the swell of her tits. She looked down and arched her back, pushing her full breasts into his hands then smiled again as she watched him squeeze them lightly.

He continued, and pulled it off her arms, leaving her clad in her light blue panties and matching lacy bra. She kissed him quickly once more and said, "Get this thing off of me, George. It feels so tight. I like to be free."

George reached around, and after fumbling with the clasp for a very funny thirty seconds, he finally figured out how it worked. Dawn tried to help by pushing herself forward to give him better access, but all that did was push her glorious mounds into his face. The fact that it only took thirty seconds was a marvel. She giggled the entire time.

Once the clasp was released, Dawn stood up and made a show of removing the straps one at a time. She turned away, but looked back as the straps fell from her shoulders. George had never really admired the back before. Sure, he had spent much of his focus on her perky bottom, but her back had only ever been felt. He could clearly see the muscles in her back recede as they curved in towards her trim waist, and then curve out as they met her butt. Her long braided pony-tail hung loose down her spine. She wasn't overly toned like a fitness queen, nor was she super skinny like a runway model. She was a healthy mix of soft sensuality and raw sexiness.

Dawn let the bra fall away and posed with her arms curled above her head. George could see the outline of her breasts even when her back was turned. George examined every bit of her that he could see and secretly thanked the major Genie who created her. 

Dawn turned around. George was hoping he'd finally be able to see her topless as he had been thinking about it all day. But she kept herself covered with her arms folded across her chest. Her breasts mashed up and out, her arms giving her a support no bra was capable of matching. She sashayed over to him and thrust her right hip towards him. He suddenly noticed that her panties were now tied in two small bows where before they had been held up by elastic. He didn't mind the change.

"Would you, George? I have my hands full at the moment," she said with a smirk.

He dragged his fingers up her thigh to the bow keeping her panties on and slowly pulled the knot loose. The two halves fell away and she turned so that he could repeat on the left side. He pulled the flimsy garment away from her and tossed it over his shoulder. She quickly dropped to her knees, keeping her nakedness out of view.




A Beautiful Wish Ch. 06



Nervous and unsure of what do next, George watched in wonder as she positioned herself between his legs. Once she was ready she beckoned him with one finger and come hither smile. He leaned forward and their lips trembled against each other's as their passions become more inflamed. She lifted her hands away from her chest and lightly caressed his face from his temples to his chin.

Suddenly, she pushed him back against the couch. She winked, and moved in towards his dick still bound in his trousers. She started by massaging its length from his balls to the tip, and wrapping her delicate hands around it. George could feel the thin cottony material slide against him. He enjoyed it tremendously, but longed to get his pants off so that Dawn could have full access.

"Oh, George. I can feel you again. I can feel what I am doing to you." Her eyes began to glaze over as their pleasures mingled within her. "Do you want me to stroke your dick? You want me to suck it? Please let me suck it!"

George nodded dumbly.

"Please say it, George. Tell me. Order me. Command me," she pleaded.

George could have cummed in his pants right there. "D-do it."

"Do what?"

"S-suck my dick. I order you to suck it!"

Dawn ripped his pants down and sucked his throbbing cock into her wet mouth. She bobbed up and down rapidly, twisting her entire head around his pole. She pulled in ragged breaths through her nose and made labored moans, sending vibrations up his shaft. She was sucking his cock like she was on a mission, like she was possessed. 

George strained with all his might to stave off his orgasm. He wasn't sure if it was due to his new body, or the fact that he had been having a lot of sex lately, or maybe Dawn was keeping him from going over the edge right away, but he was able to stay just out of reach long enough to really enjoy the sight of Dawn's luscious lips enveloping his cock. Her big beautiful eyes were shut tight as she concentrated all her effort on giving him the perfect blowjob. She braced herself against him with her forearms. 

George pushed a few heavy strands of her golden brown hair out of her face that had unwoven themselves from her braid and held them back. Dawn shot him an appreciative look and even managed a smile around the long cock fucking her mouth. Her eyes glistened as she worked. George marveled at how much enthusiasm she applied to him. She not only looked like she was getting off, but also like she was having fun.

As he felt himself approaching the point of no return he cried out, "OK, stop! Wait, wait..."

Dawn took a long slow suck and his dick popped free from her vacuum-like grip.

Relieved, he took a huge breath. "Okay, get up here."

Dawn raised herself from the floor, but seemed unsure of what to do next. "What is it, babe?"

"Well, um, do you want me facing you, or away from you?" she asked with an apologetic expression.

George held his arms out in as much of an invitation for a hug that he knew how. She smiled heavenly, and crawled into his arms. She straddled him like she had before, only this time his naked cock nestled itself against her bush. She wrapped her arms around his neck, squashing her breasts into his chest in the process. She just looked at him for a moment. He didn't feel the tingle, but he got the impression that she was searching for something.

He chuckled nervously as he asked, "Are you okay, babe?"

She nodded happily as she suddenly came to her senses. "I am very okay, George. Are you ready for me?"

It occurred to him that he had been ready for her for a long time, before he even met her. All he managed was, "Oh, I am so ready."

She reached down between them and positioned him at her entrance. She took him in, her eyes never leaving his even as they fluttered. She paused once all of him was inside her. She breathed a sweet euphoric sigh. George had waited to hear it all day.

"George?" asked Dawn, as she basked in the feeling of finally being joined.

"Yes, Dawn?"

She leaned her forehead against his and whispered, "Thank you."

George was confused. She had just given him a blowjob. Why was she thanking him?

As if reading his thoughts, Dawn answered. "Thank you for taking me out today. Thank you for standing up to your mother for me. Thank you for being a kind master. Thank you for being you. Thank you."

She kissed him.

She began to slide up and down his shaft slowly, still locked in their kiss. It was so slow that George almost didn't realize she was doing it at first, so concentrated he was on her lips. But the sensations in his cock radiating up into the pit of his stomach were too powerful to ignore. George hugged her as tight as he could.

Dawn began to fuck him faster, being careful not to move her upper body so much as to break their kiss. She breathed her pleasure into him. Her muffled cries echoed through him and cast away all worry and self-doubt. Faster and faster she went, bucking on his cock while George held on to her for dear life.

She leaned forward to get a new deeper angle into her sopping pussy. Instead of bouncing, she rolled her hips like the wheels of an out of control freight train. George's cock felt like it was being given a blowjob from ten Dawn's at once where one would have been too much. His cock went from warm to cold and back again in rapid succession as her ass rolled off of him and slammed back down. Her pony-tail dangled helplessly as her back curled and knocked it senseless. 

Finally, it was too much, and Dawn flung her head back to let out a cry George didn't know girls could make. Her voice was broken and ragged. "Oh yes, George! Fuck me! Fuck me!"

She came hard. Her pussy clenched even more tightly around his engorged cock. Then it quivered, even as she continued to ride him. "Cum in me, George! I want to feel it inside me! I want to feel your hot cum fill me up! Oh, Master!"

With a guttural moan he erupted up into her. His cock pulsed as long ropes of his seed splashed against the walls of her pussy. She felt his orgasm too and it triggered her own. She leaned her head on his shoulder and was nearly crying as the pleasure emanating from George's cock overtook them both.

After a few minutes of wheezing, their breathing started returning to normal. Though they were loath to move and break the physical connection that reflected the emotional one that had formed so powerfully over the course of just a few days. George's cock softened slightly, though not completely, but just enough to let some of his cum dribble out and down his shaft. Dawn's head still rested on his shoulder, but she wrapped her arms around his neck in a loving hug. She whimpered as she planted tender kisses on his cheek.

"T-thank you," she whispered softly too him.

"George!"

It took a moment to register that his mother was calling him from upstairs. He was tempted to ignore it, but then he heard footsteps. He suddenly realized that she would see them in a matter of seconds. George panicked, but couldn't bring himself to move with Dawn so wonderfully intertwined with him. All he could do was cringe as the footsteps fell closer. In the few seconds he had before his mother found them, all he could think about was how terrible it was going to be when she reconsidered her decision about Dawn.

"George," said Dawn. 

He had been expecting a violent outburst from Jessica, not Dawn's sweet whisper. "Yeah, Dawn,"

"I have slowed time for a moment. We should have enough time to make ourselves presentable before mom sees us."

"Can you do that? I mean, can you stop time without me wishing for it?"

"I have only slowed it; I cannot stop it all together. And I can use my powers for you if it involves sex to a great enough degree and I am sure you would want me too, even if you are too preoccupied with..." she looked down at their coupling, "...other things."

"I'm not going to argue with that. Let's get dressed. And, thanks for looking out for me, babe."

"You're welcome," she said happily.

After a couple of wishes to get them looking presentable again, George had her resume normal time. All Jessica wanted was her glasses, which she had left on the coffee table in the living room. She was a bit perplexed as to why she didn't think to check there earlier, but dismissed the notion quickly and went back to her room.

"So, what are we going to do tomorrow?" asked Dawn cheerfully. Her post orgasmic glow was hard to ignore.

"Well, I have to go to work and you need to find a job. I suppose I could ask Chip tomorrow if the camp has any positions open."

"Who is Chip?"

"Oh, he's the camp director. Nice guy, really fat, you'd love him."

She punched him playfully in the shoulder.

"So how would you like to try your hand at being a camp counselor?"

She sank slightly in trepidation, "Is it hard?"

"Nah, not for you. It's going to suck though because I won't get to see you most of the day."

"Aww," she said with a quick kiss. "Remember, George, I am always only one wish away."

"I know. Man, this is going to be fun. I'll finally work with someone I actually like. Well, I mean, except for Karen. She's pretty cool."

She pulled out her now trademarked playful gasp, "Who is this Karen?"

He laughed nervously, "She's just a girl I was infatuated with. Hey, hey, don't get any ideas. She's dating someone already."

Dawn became excited when George mentioned he liked Karen. "I did not say anything," she said defensively.

"It's a moot point anyway. She's going out with Rock..." George's face went white.

"What is it, George?" she asked worried.

"Dawn, can you use your powers to check on someone?"

"For sexual purposes, yes?"

"Could I... prevent a rape?"

Dawn's eyes went wide with alarm. "Yes, of course. But, how..."

"Let's go upstairs. I had better tell you everything."

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Karen switch on the lights in her bathroom and took a moment to check her appearance. She had spent the last two hours primping and preening in preparation for her date with Rocko. Now that he was late she found herself pacing around her apartment, sneaking nervous glances at her reflection whenever the opportunity presented itself. All the waiting was forcing her to constantly reevaluate her decision to go out with Rocko for a second time. She knew it had to be done, but why couldn't he be different? Why did he have to be such an immature jerk? Why couldn't he be more like George?

Her long shiny chestnut hair had been curled and it framed her exotic looking face. She wore a pair of her favorite skin-tight blue jeans and a pink t-shirt. While the shirt was not unflattering, it was nothing compared to the plunging neckline she would have normally worn. She spent a lot of time on her appearance. She liked being pretty. But lately, she wondered who she was being pretty for. It wasn't for herself. And if it was only so she could be attractive to guys like Rocko, then what was the point? 

A combination of French and Italian heritage, Karen had always been admired for her beauty. It opened many doors for her and earned her sympathy when she desperately needed it. But it was also her curse, attracting many unsavory men interested in nothing but sex. Deep down, she knew Rocko was one of those unsavory types. But that seemed to be the only type of guy she could attract. 

Rocko had acted gentlemanly throughout their time at the water park and dinner afterwards. She had been fairly excited when he brought her to see the view from the oceanside bluffs. She knew what he was doing, and she was planning on letting him have a little fun. But she couldn't believe that he had gone as far as he had. Karen was no virgin, but she wasn't one to give it up on the first date, or even the third date. But Rocko had other ideas. 

They had started with some light touching and kissing in the backseat of his car, which turned into a tonguey smooch. He wasted no time before grabbing handfuls of her breasts and groping them vigorously. While she didn't appreciate Rocko's rough treatment of her body, it wasn't beyond any lines she had promised herself she wouldn't cross. It was when he began to slide his hands down to the button of her jeans that she put on the brakes.

"Not yet, Rock," she had whispered as sweetly as she could, "let's save that for another day."

He didn't respond, but pulled the button loose and dove into her panties. Karen began to panic and grabbed hold of his wrist to stop him, but Rocko was too strong.

"Rocko, stop. Stop!" she yelled.

"Oh c'mon, girl. Don't be like that," said Rocko. He had turned on his tender voice to try and melt her defenses, which flew in opposition to the unwanted treatment of her body. He continued to press further down, into the curls leading to her sex.

Angry and terrified, Karen bucked and squirmed as powerfully as she could to break free. It was no use. With one arm wrapped around her and grasping her breast, the other moving closer to it's prize, there was no way for her to break free. She began to tear up as the inevitability of the situation dawned on her.

"Please, Rock! Please stop! I don't want it like this!" she pleaded.

Rocko cooed, "Didn't we have a good time? All I want is a little bit in return. So stop playin' hard to get already."

Karen started sobbing as Rocko's pushed his large fingers into her pussy. "N-no! I wanna go home! Please take me home!"

"I'll take you home. Let's just leave this night off right." He pulled his fingers out of her and reached for the zipper of his shorts. After a few moments of fumbling with his underwear he took out his cock. Once again, he returned to his tender voice, "C'mon, all I want is a little bit. It'll be fun."

Karen considered her options. If she continued to resist, Rocko would just take her against her will. But maybe she could get out of this without having to go all the way. "O-okay. What if I jerk you off? After that, will you take me home?" she asked as she wiped her eyes.

He gave a broad, predatory smile, "Girl, If that's what you want to do, I won't stop ya."

Karen leaned over his lap and took hold of his cock. It was bigger than any she had touched before. If she hadn't already been forced into this position, she would have been intimidated by it's proportions. She wondered briefly, how much of it she would be able to take. If only he weren't forcing her, she might have enjoyed finding out.

She was good at stroking a cock. It was something she enjoyed doing. With her ex, she loved to idly stroke him during a movie, or in the car, or anytime she could get him to herself. It was easy and fun, and he had loved her for it. But now it was a task that if not completed would mean dire consequences. She used every physical trick she had learned. The mental ones were more intense, and hid the real pleasure, but they required a more patient partner.

Even so, it hadn't taken very long. Rocko was simple, and liked it as fast as she could go. Karen's only warning was when he leaned his head back and groaned loudly. The first stream shot straight up to her nose. The rest in a gooey mess around her hands. When he was finished he stuffed his cock back into his shorts, and thanked her.

"You see? I told you that would be awesome!"

"Yeah, that was... great," she said hopefully. "C-can you take me home now? I have to go to work tomorrow."

"Yeah, me too. Lets get out of here." He climbed into the driver's seat and sped away from the oceanside bluff. Karen stayed in the back, with Rocko's spunk leaving a mark on her that she would have trouble letting go of. Since he hadn't given her anything to clean herself with she wiped it underneath the seat.

The entire way home Karen fought the urge to cry. She had been less upset about Rocko's assault than her own foolishness for putting herself in that situation. She had moved to this town to get away from her stalker ex-boyfriend and her family's condescending attitude. She liked her classes and teachers at Stafford, her friends at the day camp she worked at, and she loved the children she was charged with looking after. But she had fallen into her old routine of dating guys who were completely wrong for her. She had held out hope that she could find a nice guy who would treat her like a lady instead of some fuck-toy. After two years of one bad boyfriend after another, Karen was about ready to give up. Was this to be her destiny, to pass from one poor relationship to another?

The next day at work she had found herself in a sour mood as she ruminated over her situation. It didn't help that she had to see Rocko at least twice a day when she brought her kids into the pool for their swimming lessons. Rocko had been so cute to her once. He had short sandy colored hair, a fresh looking face like a member of a boy-band, and a beautiful chiseled body. He had a look not unlike Tom Cruise in Risky Business: boyish and charming with a huge smile, but in a man's body. But now, he had the face of the boys who had wronged her in the past.

There had been one other boy at work that she was interested in. The advanced swimming coach at the pool. George was his name. They didn't talk much, but she could tell there was something different about him. He was about as tall as Rocko without the model quality body, but still cute. He kept to himself mostly, but turned into a gentle giant whenever he was with children. He had such a way with them. He was firm, but fair and kind, and there was a protective big brother like affection he held for them. The children trusted him almost automatically. She had heard rumors from some of the other guards that he was a loser and a nerd, and once did something gross in the shower with cheese or a cat, or something like that. She never understood why the others belittled him so much, but she payed these rumors no mind. She could tell that George was one of the good guys. 

She made it a point to help him with his swimming lessons, for which he was always thankful. She started wearing swimsuits around him that weren't completely appropriate for work with children, and George took notice. Out of the corner of her eye she could see that George was sneaking glances. It excited her to know that she could attract a good guy too. But he never made a move. The most she could get from him was a kind word here and there. It was frustrating, but she supposed that was what made good guys good. They didn't just walk up to someone and ask. They thought about it. They agonized over it. To be both desired and revered was something new to her, and she liked it much more than she thought she would.

He had been the only person that day to show concern for her. It had gotten around that she had given Rocko a handjob, and she could only guess that rumor had started, though there was no mention of the fact that Rocko forced her into it. But George seemed oblivious to the gossip when he finally approached and asked if she was alright. 

She panicked. She made an excuse and blew him off. But that wasn't what she wanted to do. She wanted to pour her heart out to him, to tell him all her problems. She knew he would listen and maybe even help her. But she was afraid of what would happen if he knew how messed up she was. She tried to walk away, but stopped, and asked a question that had been haunting her for years.

"Why can't more guys be like you?" She could hardly believe she said it.

But he answered, as thoughtfully as a good guy should, "Because if they were, you wouldn't date them."

How right he had been. For her entire life she had been bounced from one damaging male to the next. First her father, then every boy she ever dated. It was almost like she needed to be abused to feel loved. But George was wrong too. If he would have only asked her, she'd have gone anywhere with him.

But they parted, and Karen felt terrible. She didn't deserve a guy like George. When putting herself in his shoes she realized it must have taken a lot of courage to do what he did. But she pushed him away. She made him feel bad for wanting to help her. She sunk even lower as the day wore on. When she went back to the pool for her second swim period her first inclination was to find George and apologize. But upon seeing him sulking by himself at the far end of the pool, Karen lost her nerve. 




A Beautiful Wish Ch. 06



"Damnit," she thought, "why can't you just ask me? Why can't you stop being a good guy for just a few minutes?"

As the day ended and the children gathered in the courtyard to be picked up by their parents, Karen learned that one of her campers had forgotten their towel in the pool area. Seeing this as her last opportunity before the weekend to talk to George, she almost sprinted back to the pool under the guise of finding the towel before the camper's parents arrived.

As she reached the entrance to the locker rooms she froze as she noticed Rocko with his friends Eric and Russell leaving the boy's entrance. Rocko and Eric were high-fiving each other. Russell followed close behind, but looked particularly glum in comparison to his friends. Karen and Rocko's eyes met and he flashed her his dazzling smile. For her part, she managed to fake a nervous grin. She hoped he would pass her by. Instead, Rocko dismissed his friends and strode over to her with his broad chest pushed out and his arms flexed.

"Hey there, pretty girl." Rocko's gaze scanned her form from head to toe. It made Karen even more uncomfortable. 

"Um, hi," she said nervously. She folded her arms across her chest and rubbed them like she was cold.

"So, I was thinkin', there is this really cool movie comin' out today. Me and the boys was gonna go, but I blew them off to go with you. How does eight o'clock sound?"

"Is he serious?" she thought. "Is he really so clueless that he doesn't even know how upset I am? No. Not this time. I'm going to be strong."

"Sorry, Rock, I have plans tonight. I'll call you this weekend if I'm able."

"Aww c'mon, girl. I already told my friends I was gonna... gonna take you out instead of hangin' with them. Don't leave me hangin', girl."

Rocko looked so pitiful to her all of a sudden, like a child who wasn't getting his way, on the verge of throwing a temper-tantrum. "Don't call me girl. My name is Karen and I said I couldn't tonight."

"Okay, Okay, I'm sorry g... Karen. How about tomorrow then?"

"I... I don't know. I'll call you." Out loud she faltered, but inwardly her resolve was iron-clad. She swore she wouldn't let herself be the victim again.

Karen walked briskly through the girls locker room. She'd show Rocko, she'd show her father, she'd show herself that she deserved better. She was almost giddy as she approached the stairs leading up to the pool.

Karen almost knocked into George as he left the boys locker room at the same time. Startled, she broke into a hurried explanation as to why she was there, when she noticed that George's left eye was swollen and black. He looked like he had been in a fight.

Instinctively, she brought her hand up to touch his face. She wanted to heal him, to take care of him, but George pushed her away. He turned in shame, saying something about falling on a bench. But George looked like he had been gut-punched. Nobody became that emotionally damaged over a simple fall.

As he walked away, he said something that would haunt her for the rest of the weekend. 

"You can do whatever, I don't care."

Her heart felt like it had been ripped from her chest. Destroyed, all she could manage was a meek, "Okay..."

As George disappeared all of her hopes and dreams vanished into nothingness. She walked to her car in a daze, forgetting all about her campers. The entire time, she attempted to unravel how her world had changed so suddenly. She had gone from marching up to the gates of Heaven without a doubt in her mind to falling end over end into the deepest pit. It wasn't until she reached her old second-hand SUV that she began to make sense out of what had just happened.

"Had George heard that I gave Rocko a handjob? Does he think I'm some kind of whore?" Karen knew he hadn't really fallen, George was easily the worst liar she had ever encountered. Then she remembered Rocko and his crew leaving the locker room just before she entered. Rocko must have done it. The question that baffled her was why.

But all of those thoughts were second to George's words. She replayed them over and over again in her head, and each time she did it felt like she was being stabbed. "...I don't care. ...I don't care," over, and over. 

Her hands shook as she fumbled with her keys and started up the car. When she began to pull out of the parking lot, she found herself unable to concentrate on the road. Her vision blurred with tears as she pulled over into a gas station less then a mile from the college. She buried her face in her arms, leaned against the steering wheel, and surrendered to despair. 

She knew then that she had been a fool. No man would ever love her, especially not a man like George. She wasn't pure enough, she wasn't innocent. She was a miserable little slut, just like her father had called her. She deserved to be used, to be abused. She was a victim, it was all she'd ever be. She felt like nothing.

Karen spent that night and most of Saturday alone in the darkness of her bedroom. She curled herself into a ball in an attempt to become as tiny as possible. If she could have disappeared, she would have. 

Her only contact with the outside world came from her roommates knocking on her door to see if she was okay, and the solace crushing phone calls from Rocko. He must have left ten messages on her machine before she finally picked up. She didn't even know what he was saying, but it didn't matter to her. She knew what he wanted. There was no use resisting. Whether it be Rocko, or some other guy, they would take it from her eventually. She thought about running again, but no matter where she went there would always be guys like Rocko who would take advantage of her.

She heard something about being ready for Sunday night. "Might as well get it over with," she thought. She agreed. 

That night, Karen fell into a restless daze in which she only caught fleeting glimpses of sleep. In the hours between her naps she lay there staring at the clock, thinking. She wondered what her father would say about this. She could imagine nothing constructive. But she found, in spite of herself, that she missed him. But that was part of the problem: seeking shelter in the jaws of a monster. She flirted with the idea of going home, but it felt so far away. Not that she ever really had a home with her family to begin with. But what she thought about most was George. She wanted to know what he was doing. She wanted to imagine that he was thinking about her. 

Sunday morning came and went. It wasn't until some time around noon that she climbed out of bed. She prepared herself for her date with enthusiasm reserved for a dog going to the vet.

Eight o'clock finally rolled around and still no Rocko. If he was going to rape her, he could at least be punctual.

Eight forty-five, and Karen's nervous wanderings were finally broken by the sound of Rocko's supped up Trans-Am pulling in front of her apartment window. He honked the horn impatiently, the bass from his stereo shook the neighborhood. Karen took one last look at herself in the mirror, breathed deep, and headed downstairs to meet him.

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"I'm such an asshole," said George.

"Oh George," sighed Dawn, "there was no way you could have known. And besides, you had just been punched in the face. She will forgive you."

He and Dawn lounged on his old bed. George laid on his back with his head near the edge while Dawn propped herself up with her elbows as she lay on her stomach beside him. She was playing a video game on George's small TV while she allowed him to observe Karen and Rocko's date as it unfolded. The two were dressed for bed, with George in an old pair of now very baggy sweatpants and a white undershirt, and Dawn in a set of traditional looking sky blue pajamas, but made of the finest silk imaginable. George made it a point to keep at least a finger touching her at all times.

"Maybe. I feel like shit anyway. I mean, I could have really helped her and I blew it. I don't even deserve to be her friend."

Dawn's on-screen avatar lost a life as she sighed once more in frustration. "I really do not understand all this nonsense about people not deserving one another. If you do not at least believe it is possible then how would you ever find anyone. Rocko certainly believes he deserves her. And as despicable as he is, he still gets the girl."

"Wow. I never really thought about it like that."

Dawn quickly apologized, "Sorry, I did not mean for it to come out so strongly. But I would hate to see someone hurt but for a simple lack of confidence. You do deserve her. And she deserves you." She giggled unexpectedly, "And I deserve to watch."

George smirked, "There you go again."

"It is literally a one track mind." She raised her rump off the bed and wiggled it for George.

"So what do you think I should do?"

Dawn placed her controller on the floor and moved closer to George so she could rest her chin on his chest. "I think you should do what you know to be right. You said before that with great power comes great responsibility. If you truly believe this then we must help Karen now."

"But what if she finds out about you? What if Rocko found out?"

"They will not, unless you want them to. But you know this." She crawled upwards so that she could gaze upon him. "What is really bothering you?"

Dawn's heavenly piercing eyes bore right through his defenses. He cringed as he admitted, "What if I make things worse? What if I screw up again?"

Dawn placed her finger on his lips and gently quieted him, "George, things have become this way because you did not act. You know, much better than I, that it is time for you to stop running and start acting. And if things become worse we will deal with it, together. The rewards for inaction are that things stay the same. But the rewards for being a hero are... vast."

George pulled her closer and embraced her. "Be the hero?" he asked.

She nodded.

"Okay, maybe this one time, I'll make a wish. But only to make sure she isn't raped. I don't think I could stand it if something like that happened to her again."

Dawn sat up straight and clapped her hands together. "Very well. Hmm..." she looked as though she had come to some conclusion.

"What is it?"

"I was just thinking, this is the first time that I will use my abilities to save somebody. I feel like a character in a video game!"

George laughed, but he had to admit that he did as well.

"Okay, I wish..."



A Beautiful Wish Ch. 07



"Well...I...uh...," he stammered, "I've been eating better and I've been doing some laps in the pool on my lunch break."

"Oh, good for you. Well, we'll have to get you some new duds then. You look like a hobo in those things. Hell, they look like they are going to just slip right off you."

Dawn turned to Jessica and said softly, "That is all part of his plan."

Jessica stuck her fingers in her ears. "La la la, too much information!"

A few frozen waffles later and they were out the door. Jessica stopped George before he left the kitchen, "George, please don't forget that you're taking your sisters home after work. And I'm making dinner for everyone tonight, so don't make any plans."

As they walked to the car, Dawn asked, "George, have you ever wondered what your parents were like when they were your age?"

"How do you mean?" He asked as they climbed into his car.

"Well, they were both young and vigorous. And they lived together for a number of years before they had you."

George had never heard much about that time in their lives. To him, his mother was always just a mother. She was a very cool mother, but a mother nonetheless. He had heard much about his father's adventures in college. But beyond the fact that they had conceived George, not many other details had been given about their love life.

"I only know what I saw. They hung out together a lot. They didn't like to go out separately. They rarely fought, and when they did it was never about anything serious. They just seemed happy together."

"Does that not remind you of anybody? I believe much of your expectations about relationships came from what you observed as a child. You watched them kiss and hug and show affection for each other. But, did you ever wonder what they did when you were not looking?"

"Isn't that like, against the law, or something?"

She gave him an amused smile, and said, "They did what we do, your mother loved your father like I love you."

George sat in silence for a moment. It had been so long since he had seen his parents in love, he had almost forgotten. But they had been, desperately so, and it made him feel really good to remember that.

"Thanks, Dawn," he said finally, "I needed that."

"My pleasure, George," she said quietly.

He started the car, but before he put it in gear, he paused. He was feeling something so powerful that he had to address it. Without thinking, he reached across the seat and hugged Dawn tightly. Her closeness let him remember a time when things might not have been perfect, but they were good. He hoped he could make the feeling last.

She whispered, "You will never have to wish it, but you will be loved like you remember. I promise."

George didn't reply, but he knew.

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"Fuck this place! And fuck you, Chip!"

A middle-aged woman that George recognized as the head counselor for his sister Corina's group stormed out of Chip's office and almost slammed into him as she huffed down the all. George and Dawn watched her leave, confused and stunned.

"Don't worry about it honey," came a woman's voice from inside the office, "you made the right call."

"I know," said Chip in a tired voice. "Let's just try and figure out what we are going to do about group A."

"I can fill in until you can hire someone else," she added quickly.

"Absolutely not. You know what the doctors said. I can't have you walking around the campus all day long. And chasing around children no less." Chip sounded much more stern than usual.

George turned to Dawn and whispered, "Wish me luck."

She gave him a quick peck on his lips and straightened his hair. "Good luck, and thank you, George."

George knocked on the open door frame and entered.

"Oh, hey there George," said Chip. He was sitting down behind an old teacher's desk which was covered with paperwork. Several filing cabinets seemed to be exploding with documents. His office wasn't small, but next to Chip's girth, it felt like a closet.

Chip was a corpulent man, easily approaching four-hundred pounds, though he was known as being a thoughtful and dedicated, if a little quirky, college professor. He had rosy cheeks and a bouncy walk, though today he looked tired and somber, like he needed one more weekend. 

"I'm surprised to see you here so early, especially considering how often you've been late, recently," he said as if he was expecting George to apologize. He had a reputation for being fatherly to the staff, but this was the first time he had done so to George.

"Uh, yeah, sorry about that. But I got a new alarm clock that works like a charm, so I won't have any more problems"

 Dawn's voice floated into his head, "I know how I'm waking you up tomorrow."

"Shh," he replied.

"Glad to hear it, glad to hear it. So, what do you need, son?"

"Well, actually, I need a favor..."

Chip forced a laugh, "Sorry George, but I think I might be short on favors today."

"Honey, at least listen to him." Chip's wife Anne sat on a stool in the corner with a pile of papers of her own. She may have once been pretty, but her cancer was common knowledge among the staff. It was in remission as far as George knew, but the ravages of chemotherapy had taken their toll. She looked thin, pale, and weak. She always wore a ripped camp tee shirt around her head as a bandanna to cover her patchy hair.

"Actually," began George, "I think we can help each other."

Chip's office chair creaked loudly as he leaned back. "I'm listening."

"I saw Mrs. Jackson storm out of here. Did she quit?"

"Not quite," said Anne somberly.

"We let Mrs. Jackson go, can't really say why. You understand."

"Ok, well, you'll be needing a new counselor for group A right? I have an idea."

"You have someone in mind, then. Let me guess. Friend of yours, right?" He sat forward and frowned. "Listen, I want to help you, but I can't just hire anyone. We screen our employees extensively. You can't be too careful when you are putting children in someone else's hands."

"I know that, but if you'll just meet her..."

"I'll meet with her. But the process will take at least a week. You know how Gordon is, he reads the rule book more than a Catholic reads the Bible."

"Sorry Dawn, this isn't looking too good."

"It is alright. He has a valid point after all. I am not a known quantity like Karen is. This is good for her though, it puts her line for a promotion, does it not?"

"Yeah, but... oh Dawn, your a genius! I'm buying you a pizza."

"What is a pizza?"

"George?" interrupted Chip.

"Yes? Sorry..." he stammered.

"You kinda spaced out there for a second."

"Well, I was just thinking that if you promoted Karen to head counselor, you could hire my friend as a Jr. counselor without a problem right?"

Chip rubbed his large chin as he thought. "Hmm, they do leave the Jr. counselors up to me, and Karen is easily qualified."

"I brought her with me, in case you wanted to interview her."

Chip turned to his wife, "What do you know? George came prepared today." He reached into a desk drawer and pulled out a bundle of papers. "Let's do this quick, campers will get here soon."

George spun around excitedly and poked his head through the threshold so he could motion Dawn inside. As she entered, Chip took in a sharp breath. He stood up quickly, which made his chair slip out behind him and bang against the wall, and straightened his shirt that had bunched up around his mid-section.

He extended his hand quickly, "Hello, hello! Chip Reynolds. You are?"

"Dawn. Dawn Lovecraft."

"Pleasure," said chip as he took her hand. "Sit, sit, please."

Dawn sat across from Chip on an old footstool. Even in the uncomfortable chair, Dawn sat up straight and dignified, her legs crossed. From George's position in the doorway, he had a wonderful view of her long legs folded over themselves.

"I'll get right down to the nitty-gritty. Why do you want to work here?"

Dawn tilted her head as he she wondered out loud, "What a great question." After a moment to collect her answer, she said, "I believe this place would be a source of endless opportunity and experience for me. All the people and activities. The campus is so beautiful. George has told me so many wonderful stories about this place. And working here would allow me to be close to him!"

From the corner came Anne's voice, "Oh, I see!" She smiled at George.

George blushed. "She's really good at reading people. She'd make a great child psychologist one day."

"That's good, that's good. Have any experience with kids?"

"None so far, though I have read quite a bit."

"Hmm," he rubbed his chin and began marking something on his paper in front of him. "Have any references then?"

"Um...well, no."

"Hmm, yeah, that's gonna be a problem. Usually, a teacher gives our applicants a recommendation. Gordon won't like it if I hire you without one."

"I'd vouch for her," said George quickly.

"I bet you would. And believe me bud, if that's all that was required I'd hire her in a second. Linda tells me you're one of the best swimming coaches she's ever seen."

"Really?" asked George surprised.

"Mr. Reynolds, if I may?" began Dawn. "I understand that we have placed you in a difficult position. Please understand that if you cannot help us, there would be no hard feelings. I am confident that I could find a job elsewhere." 

Dawn gazed at him, her countenance filled with grace. "But if you would take the chance, I know that you would not be disappointed. There is nothing in this world that I cannot do, or do well. You would honor me by giving me the chance to prove it."

Chip studied Dawn intently. Dawn didn't seem to mind the scrutiny. As Chip stared thoughtfully at her, Dawn stared thoughtfully back.

"Oh honey, just do it, you know you want to," piped Anne from the corner.

"Dear, you are ruining the suspense!" Chip laughed, "Alright, I'll hire you. I just wanted to make sure that you could keep a cool head. You'll need that with these little monsters."

"You mean it?" bounced Dawn.

"Yep. I'll vouch for you. That means my neck is on the line if you don't work out. Do we understand each other?"

"Yes sir!"

"Great! Ya know, it's really amazing how this worked out. One minute, I'm down a head counselor, the next I'm hiring a very pretty and articulate replacement. That's... what is the word... serendipity!"

Anne went back to her papers and muttered, "Such a dork."

"It's true," he admitted. "Okay, Dawn, we'll fill out paperwork later. I need you and Karen to get acquainted before the campers get here. She should be able to fill you in on all the details. Bottom line, don't let them kill each other, and for heaven's sake, don't lose any of them."

Anne stood up, "Come with me dear, we need to get you a camp shirt, and maybe go over the dress code."

"Um, honey," said Chip sheepishly, "I, uh, need that paperwork finished pretty quickly. Maybe we should let George get one for her."

"Mr. Reynolds, I am perfectly capable of making the journey to the equipment room without collapsing."

Chip glanced at George and Dawn nervously. He said quietly, "Dear, please, it's three sets of stairs, and you promised..."

Anne huffed in frustration as she sat back down and continued working. Chip pulled a set of keys out of his desk and tossed them to George. "You know where? Leave them close by, I'll tell the P.E. guys where to find them."

Dawn stood and shook Chips hand once more, "Thank you so much, Mr. Reynolds. You will not regret this."

The couple moved briskly to the stairwell. Dawn was overjoyed, skipping and bouncing as they walked, whispering excitedly, "I have a job! I cannot believe it, I have a job!"

George led her down the stairs to the gymnasium. The equipment room was in a nook on the far side of the massive room. There were many keys, and it took a moment to find the right one. Finally, the padlock on the large wooden doors gave way, and George and Dawn entered.

George took a quick look to find the box that contained the extra camp shirts. This was no easy task, as the college had collected a wide range of sporting gear over the years. George always liked going in there for its dark and mysterious atmosphere. The exposed brick walls, heavy wood beams, copious amounts of dust, and poor lighting, gave it an old attic-like mystique. There were as many as eight rows of shelving, all overflowing with old soccer cleats, football helmets, hockey sticks, and even cricket bats. There were large crates filled with all different sorts of balls, stashes of orange cones and field markers. The whole room smelled of old sweat and dust.

But George didn't have time to look for very long. As he spotted the large cardboard box labeled CAMP SHIRTS stacked precariously on top of some blue gym mats, he heard the door to the room shut tight. He turned just in time to catch Dawn, as she jumped up to wrap her arms around him and kiss him lustfully. She pushed him hard into the mats, which knocked the box over so that a cascade of blue camp shirts washed over them.

George was surprised by the suddenness of it, but couldn't bring himself to stop her. "Whoa! Is it still morning?" he thought.

Dawn smiled widely even as she continued to kiss him. An extra large shirt had landed right on top of her head, obscuring half of her face. "What can I say? I can be feisty, and find shirts at the same time."

She pulled away, and began to peel off her tank-top. "Babe! What are you doing?" he said out loud.

She ignored him, and threw her shorts down. She was determined and giddy. "George, I am so happy right now I could scream. So unless you tell me stop, you are going to get some."

Without another word, George threw off his clothing in a frenzy. She was finished first, and helped pull his shorts down. Once all the pesky clothing was out of the way, George lifted her up so that she could wrap her legs around his waist, and flung himself around so that her back was against the mats. They kissed as George slid into her dripping pussy. 

Her cries of passion were loud enough to get them into trouble if someone were to enter that side of the gym, but neither of them could think to worry about it. 

"Oh, George! You are amazing! Fuck me baby!" she cried. For the first time since he met her, George felt like he really was just fucking her. There was no foreplay, no build up, no pretense. It was hot, sweaty, and primal.

Running on pure adrenaline, George couldn't think beyond what was happening below his waist. The sounds of skin on skin, along with their salacious moans, blocked out all reason. He held on to her as tightly as he could, and wanted to be even closer. Her feet locked at his back, and her fingers grasped his head and neck. They came quickly and powerfully. 

A complete mess from head to toe, they couldn't help but laugh at the absurdity of the situation. They took a moment to catch their breath, giggling like children. A quick wish got them presentable, but neither spoke about the encounter. George had always needed some sort of debriefing from Dawn whenever they tried something new. Not this time. He was happy it happened, happy that she wanted it... just plain happy. 

Before leaving, they collected a few shirts for Dawn that fit her reasonably well. She wore a small, but her large breasts made fitting into a small somewhat of a challenge. She opted for the tightest fit possible, but George insisted she take a few that would be larger, just in case. They left the equipment room behind, it's walls having a new story to tell, and emerged with an obvious glow.

It was a little too obvious. As George snapped the padlock back into place, he heard whispers and giggles moving away from them. George and Dawn exchanged looks, he was worried, but Dawn seemed unaffected. He peered out into the gym, hoping to see whoever it was, and determine if they had an idea of what he'd been doing. All he caught were the doors to the gym creaking shut.

"Oh crap," said George. "Do you think they saw us?"

Dawn took on her faraway look as she scried for information, "No, but they did hear me scream your name. They having a feeling it was you, but they do not recognize my voice."

"Shit! Do you know who it was?"

She scried again, "Two young women. Twins, it looks like. And copper hair."

"Michelle and Danielle. Fuck, this isn't good."

"Pardon me, George, but I do not see the problem. They did not see us, and thus have no proof. And even if they did, would others not be impressed?"

Like always, Dawn's simple logic left him feeling like a jittery old woman. "Uh, well, I guess. But those bitches don't need proof. Gossip is their weapon."

"Alright then, would you like me to erase their knowledge of our encounter?"

George was tempted, but this was exactly the kind of power he was afraid of. "No," he said as he sighed in frustration. "It's the same as with Rocko. I'll just have to deal with it."

Dawn laughed, "Aww, poor George. He got laid in the equipment room. Oh the humanity!"

"Hey, shut up," he whined even as he laughed with her.

She sauntered up to him, and pulled him close using the loose waistband of his shorts. "Our audience aside, thank you for indulging my impulses."

George rested his hands on her curvy hips, "I think you like an audience."

"If I do, it is because you want me too. I am only what you need after all." She pushed her hands inside his shorts and let her fingertips slide over his thighs. "And I do so love being what you need."

He blushed. "I guess that was pretty cool, huh?"

She looked up at him like she wanted to pounce on him again, and said softly, "That... was... hot."

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George showed Dawn to the concrete amphitheater that served as the main meeting area for the campers and counselors. It was still quite early, and only a few campers were scattered about, playing card games, chatting, or just spinning in circles. The counselors had broken off into their respective groups. Karen was in her usual place at the far end of the bottom row. She was busy marking off something on a clipboard, and didn't notice them approach. She looked much better than she had on Friday, though she appeared a bit overwhelmed.

"She is lovely," whispered Dawn. "Beautiful legs, gorgeous hair, pretty face, I am starting to see why I look the way I do. You have good taste."

George replied, "There are lots of pretty girls here. But she's one of the few that isn't stuck up about it."

"Beauty on the outside, and on the inside? Phew, you are a hard man to please."

"Sup Karen!" greeted George as they got closer.

"Hmm? Oh! Hey George." She managed a smile even though something was weighing on her.

"You okay," he asked.

"Yeah. I mean, I guess. Did you hear that they fired Mrs. Jackson?"

"I, uh, may have heard something."

"Yeah, well, they promoted me to head counselor. Which is great and all, but it's a lot more work than I thought. I'm still waiting for my replacement."

Dawn stepped forward with her hand outstretched. "Hello!"

Karen was a bit startled. "Oh, hi. Are you..."

"Your servant. My name is Dawn."

"Great! I, um, I guess we should go over a few things... before the rest of the kids get here. Sorry, I'm not really used to being in charge."

Dawn laughed and gave a knowing look towards George, "Me neither. But I will help you. No need to worry."

Karen looked relieved, "Good, I need all the help I can get right now."

At the top of the stone bleachers sat a younger Asian boy in his teens. He had spiky black hair and wore a blue bandanna emblazoned with the Superman logo on his forehead. A large pair of earphones, like those used by a DJ, hung around his neck and connected to his backpack. He was staring at Dawn as if blinking might make her disappear.




A Beautiful Wish Ch. 07



"Who is this young hunk?" asked Dawn as she gestured towards him.

Karen looked at the teenager, then looked past him. "Who? You mean Jimmy? He's the Jr. counselor for the boys. You'll be the counselor for the girls."

Dawn bounded up the bleachers and plopped down next to him. "Hi James. Would you mind if I called you James, Jimmy is a little boy's name."

His mouth was hanging wide open, and it took him a lot of energy to speak, "Uh, I, that is... sure!" 

"Thanks! My name is Dawn. It looks we will be working together."

Karen watched them in awe. She turned to George and said, "Well, at least we won't have a problem getting along with her."

He chuckled nervously, "Dawn's alright. Well... I should get going."

"Wait!" she said as she grabbed his arm. She let go almost immediately. "Uh, sorry."

"It's okay. What's up?"

Karen got a little closer to him and lowered her voice. "I wanted to apologize for the way I acted last week. You were trying to be nice and... well, I wasn't very gracious about it."

George waved her off, "It's all good. Did you get a chance to work it out at least?"

"No, but I feel a little better knowing that someone cared. I... um, I heard about what happened between you and Rocko. I can talk to him for you if you want."

"Nah, that's alright," he said as he waved her off again.

"Are you sure? I feel a little responsible for... ah," she looked away, her shame still with her.

"Honestly, it's all good. I'm just glad you're okay."

She nodded, and appeared a bit relieved.

"And, I'm sorry too, about telling you that I didn't care. I shouldn't have said that. My offer still stands. If you need someone to talk to about... anything, you know where you can find me."

She smiled, for the first since all of her drama started. "That's really cool of you, George. You know, you seem... different somehow."

"Oh?" he did his best to act surprised. He had already admitted to himself that he liked the positive attention he got from his new body.

"Yeah, you seem confident. You've always been so quiet and distant. It's nice to see you break out of your shell a little bit."

He hadn't expected that. It dawned on him that Karen hadn't really been paying attention to his appearance at all. Like Lindsey, perhaps that wasn't what was really important to her. He felt a bit shallow for placing so much importance on his looks. He resolved to stop worrying about what other people thought so much.

He blushed once more, "I'm a work in progress."

"I hear that," she added with a chuckle. George thought she looked so much prettier when she was smiling.

He looked up to see Dawn holding Jimmy's headphones to her ear, bobbing her head to some tune. Jimmy eyes kept diving to the swell of her breasts. "Alright, you guys got work to do. I'll see you later."

"Okay, see you later, George."

"Master, wait!"

George had turned to leave, but stopped when he heard Dawn's voice in his mind.  "Yeah, Dawn?"

"I want to do something. Do you trust me?

He was wary, but how could he refuse? "I trust you."

Dawn called out to him, "George, are you leaving?"

He answered back, "Yep, time to make the donuts."

She handed Jimmy his headphones and jumped down the bleachers towards George. Without a moments pause, she brought her hands up to his face and pulled him down gently. She gave him a quick soft kiss. "Have a good day at work, Hotstuff."

Now he understood why she warned him. "You too, Babe. I'll see you at your swim lesson."

They parted. It took all of George's energy not to check if Karen was looking at him. But he managed to walk away without looking back.

"Did I overstep my boundaries?" asked Dawn.

"No. That seems pretty par for the course if we are a couple. Though I have to admit, I kinda feel like I was just peed on."

"I am sorry, it just did not feel right to leave you without at least giving you something to remember me by. But I admit, the woman you wish me to be might have been marking her territory a little bit."

"Babe, I'll be your territory any time."

"Oh! I am missing you already." If one could think a pout, she was doing it.

"Hey, um... I don't mind if you want to pop into my head every now and then. I mean, if you want to see what I'm doing. As long as you don't read my thoughts..."

"Really? That would be so much fun!"

"Yeah, you can have a George cam! Ya know, if that makes you feel better."

"It does. You tend to have a lot of crazy things swirling around you, and this saves me the trouble of having to go back and watch it later."

"Okay, well, send me a message when you get bored."

"Then I will never send you a message, because I do not get bored."

"Ugh! Feisty genies, I tell yeah."

"You like feisty," she purred.

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George entered the empty pool area and paused. It was odd to be back here, the place where he had found Dawn's vessel. As he began to set the chairs out at their stations, he wondered why there? Who had left it? How did they know he was Dawn's intended master? How did they even know it was a vessel to begin with? 

Wild theories floated through his mind. Was it another genie, perhaps the major genie who created her? Maybe it was a sorcerer like the one that had offered to help Dawn's mother. Was it God? Aliens? The government? The Make a Wish Foundation?

He passed the place where he had watched the sun set and prayed for help. It was one of the lowest points in his recent memory. The only other time he had felt that worthless was the day his father died.

"Why do I have to go and do that?" he thought. His day was going perfectly, and now he couldn't get the memory of his father out his mind.

From the locker room, George began to hear the voices of the other guards. Out of the desire to fix his mind on something else, he positioned himself near the locker room entrance so that he could listen.

"Yeah, yeah, I get that he's a good teacher, but there are plenty of good teachers who are cute too." It was either Michelle or Danielle's voice, he couldn't tell which. "Why can't we get a Mr. Wilson? He's cute, he's everyone's favorite teacher, and he's fun to hang out with."

"Girls, just get over it." It was Linda, his boss. "I'm not firing him for being a few minutes late. And if he's having sex in the equipment room, maybe he isn't as much of a loser as you think."

"I heard it was with the new Jr. in group A. I bet she's a cow."

"Oh, total cow. And Tara, in group C, told me she dresses like a tramp."

"Ugh, why can't ugly bitches just stay at home."

George had heard enough. With only a few minutes before the morning meeting would begin, he decided to relax, and savor the quiet of the pool before it erupted in children. He wasn't surprised by the twin's behavior, but Linda was keeping him on his toes. He had always assumed she only barely tolerated him. But hearing that she respected his abilities, and even stuck up for him in private, made him reevaluate his thoughts about the pool coordinator. She was probably just tough with him because she was trying to give him a kick in the right direction. He wished she would have tempered that with some extension of friendship.

One by one, the other guards filed into the pool area, and took their places on the bleachers. First was Linda, she always stood during the meetings, and before that, made sure the pool chemicals were ready. She always had on a sporty black two-piece with some old college shorts and t-shirt over top. Her long black hair was tied back in a long pony-tail.

"Oh, hey George. Here early I see."

"Yes Ma'am. Turns out I had my clock set for Martian time. I was a whole 27 minutes off for everything and couldn't figure out why.

She laughed, "Well that's good. Ready for work then?"

"Ready and able, Ma'am."

"Glad to hear it. I dig the attitude, you get lucky or something?"

He couldn't suppress a broad smile.

"Hey, alright! Go George! I knew you had it in ya."

"As my Dad used to say, 'Even a blind squirrel finds a chestnut once in a while.'"

She laughed again, "Aww, don't sell yourself short. You're not blind, you're picky."

Michelle and Danielle had entered while he and Linda talked. He remarked to himself that it was a shame he couldn't stand them. They were sexy, and they knew it. But even as they took their seats in the center row, they whispered and gossiped, shooting furtive glances at George, then giggling some more. 

Following them was Christine. She always wore the same swimsuits on the same days. Being Monday, she had on her favorite cherry red one-piece, though one would only know that if they were paying attention. She was always covered up, usually in sweatpants and a long-sleeved t-shirt with her guard shirt over that. She only took that off when she was forced to actually swim, which wasn't that often. But George never missed the spectacle. As she caught sight of George relaxing near the top row with his hands behind his head, she stopped short, a look of confusion on her face. George thought this was funny, and flexed his biceps as subtly as he could.

Christine always sat somewhere near the bottom rows, next to Erica and Beth. They were sipping coffee from the cafeteria together. Torrie was widely considered to be the hottest of the guards, though Erica and Beth came close. Erica had on a white two-piece with her trademarked tube top. Beth wore a simple yellow one-piece, but still managed to keep up with her contemporary. Her hair was up in a bun, like usual.

George couldn't help but compare all of the female guards to Dawn. Parts of them had definitely found their way into her creation, from Linda's toned figure, to Erica's lovely hips, and even Beth's overall cuteness. Christine's ample breasts had inspired him as well. Though Dawn's looked just a bit smaller and more perky.

Last to enter was Russell, Eric, and Rocko. Eric and Rocko had been best friends since little league, but Russell had only started hanging out with them recently. He tended to walk behind his friends, and didn't seem to know how he should act. George attributed it to the fact that he was black, and probably wasn't used to being around only white people. Eric was shorter than his friends at around 5'10", with a buzz-cut and red trunks. Russell was a bit taller at 6'1", lean, defined, and wore bright green. Rocko was the tallest, standing almost even with George. Though, up until then he had been much more fit. He had sandy blond hair, blue trunks, and his shades. George couldn't help but smile when he saw Rocko walking a bit funny, holding his stomach. The trio always sat in the upper most rows of the bleachers, with Rocko at the top, and his cronies just below him. 

George always sat off to the side, away from the group. He had made attempts to slip into the group in the first week of camp, but they had all shifted away from him.

"OK, everyone, good morning," began Linda. "Let's get the important stuff out of the way first. So, girls, how was your weekend?"

"Amazing!" they yelled out in unison. 

Michelle started, "We went to this bangin' club in the city on Saturday. A friend of ours got us in. We tore it up!" 

Danielle picked up, "We hooked up with these guys, so cute! They bought us drinks and everything!"

"And later," said Michelle, "we went back to their apartment..."

"And partied some more!" finished Danielle.

Erica piped up, "You guys are crazy! I could never just hook up with a guy I just met at a club."

Linda asked, "So how did you get home?"

"Took a cab," they said. 

"But that's like a 200 dollar fare," she said in amazement.

"Who cares, it's on Mom's credit card."

Linda just shook her head. "Anybody else do anything fun this weekend?"

The floor was silent.

"Nobody? What about you, Rock? Didn't you have a date with Karen, or something?"

"Yeah, I was gonna..." he stopped suddenly. "Um, can I use the restroom... please?"

Linda looked puzzled, "Y-yeah, sure."

Rocko sprung to his feet, and made a mad dash for the bathroom. The rest of the guards were a mixture of bewilderment and quiet giggles.

"Is that it then?" continued Linda. Nobody came forward. George watched them from his spot, far removed from all of them. He thought it odd for them to be so quiet. Normally, everyone had something to report, except for him.

"George?"

"Huh?"

"What about you? Scuttlebutt says you have a new girlfriend."

All eyes turned towards him. The sudden spotlight turned him into the proverbial deer. "Well, I, uh..."

Eric called out, "Bullshit, he does!"

"No, no, it's true," corrected Linda with a grin. "She's the new Jr. for group A."

"Way to go, George!" squealed Beth excitedly.

Next came a barrage of questions from the other girls, "What's her name? Where did you meet her? Is she pretty? How much did you pay her?"

George put his hands up like they would be capable of stopping the onslaught. "Whoa, whoa, whoa. It's true, OK. I just met her a couple days ago."

"Did you fuck her?" asked Michelle.

"I-I don't think..."

"Oh, George!" cried Danielle, in a mockery of Dawn's melodious tones. The rest of the girls giggled.

Christine asked in amazement, "Is it true that you and her... you know... in the equipment room?"

George grinned, and said, "You can ask her. If Dawn wants to tell you about our private lives, she may, but I won't kiss and tell."

"Oh come on, George," whined Erica. "You get to hear about our crap all the time."

"Yeah, George," joined Beth, "be a team player."

The floor began chanting his name. All except Linda, which gave him an idea. 

"Think about it this way. Let's say, hypothetically, that Linda and I had a night of wild passion."

Linda laughed, "Oh really?"

George continued, "And, lets also say, hypothetically, that she really enjoyed it. From which, we could suppose that she would like to do it again. We could also assume at this point, that I enjoyed it just as much, perhaps more so."

Danielle quipped, "Probably a lot faster than her too."

"Rubbers help," said Eric. Everyone shifted their eyes towards him. The girls just giggled as they shook their heads. "What? I'm just sayin.'"

Russel was cracking up, "Dude, you're such a tool."

"Shut up."

George smiled, but otherwise ignored them. "How would that make her feel then, if I disrespected such a capable, intelligent, and beautiful woman? Since Linda and I, hypothetically, would be lovers, I would be obliged to treat her with the tenderness and respect she deserves."

There eyes locked. He could swear he saw a glimmer of something more than just amusement. Arousal, perhaps? "I would respect Linda's private life too much to betray that affection. So if someone wanted to know the details of the many pleasurable experiences we would have, they'd have to ask her."

George might have imagined it, but he swore he saw Linda bite her lip the way Dawn did when she was thinking something naughty. 

"Um... hypothetically speaking, Ma'am," he added.

The looks on their faces said it all. The twins rolled their eyes. Erica and Beth looked impressed. Christine didn't look at him at all, but was rubbing her hands together between her thighs, though it wasn't chilly. Eric was clearly disappointed and still prying the foot out of his mouth. Russel nodded in agreement.

Just then, Rocko hobbled back into the room. "Alright I'm back! What I miss?"

The twins exclaimed, "George wants to fuck Linda."

"Girls!" chided Linda. Everyone else lost it, filling the meeting with hysterical laughter.

George collapsed in his seat and groaned, the point flying right over their heads.

"Phff, Linda would never fuck a fat turd like you, Dumpy," said Rocko. "She needs a real man, not a big blubbering vagina."

Linda looked pissed. "OK, first of all, eww, secondly, George isn't fat, and third, who I'm fucking is nobody's business. Is that clear, Rock?"

Rocko waved her off and sat back down. 

"Girls? Do we understand each other?"

"Yes," said the twins somberly in unison.

"Good. Oh, and George?"

"Yeah, sorry. I shouldn't have..."

"See me in my office later, stud," she interrupted, a saucy grin playing across her lips.

The room went silent once more.

George thought he was going crazy for a moment. "Really?" he asked, spellbound.

"No! Of course not! What's wrong with you people?" she yelled.

Laughter once again overtook the room. Rocko added, "Loser." George laughed as well. He never minded getting zinged if it was in good fun.

"Let's just get this finished, alright?" she picked up her clipboard and proceeded through her checklist. "There aren't any camp events today that we need to worry about. But, this Friday is the first big swim meet. The parents are going to be there, so we need to make sure all the kids have their strokes down by then. With that in mind, I'm assigning a helper for each class. So, who wants to help Christine with the beginners?"

Almost everyone raised their hands, all except the twins.

"Erica? Okay," she checked off her clipboard. "Okay, who's helping Rocko with the intermediates?"

This time, the twins did raise their hands, and quite emphatically.

Linda looked relieved, "He's all yours, girls." She made another check on her clipboard. "And that leaves the advanced class. Who wants to help George?"

No one raised their hand, though George thought Russel was about to. He scratched his ear instead.

"Anybody? Come on, help out."

Everyone did their best to avoid Linda's stare. George thought that he should have expected this, and normally, he would have let it go. But, for reasons he didn't understand, this stung him more than usual. It wasn't like he was grotesque, or unpleasant in any way. There was no logical reason to shun him now. For George, it now felt like they didn't like him on principle.

"Look, if someone doesn't volunteer, I'll just assign somebody."

Still nothing.

He couldn't take anymore. He stood up. "Don't worry about it, Ma'am. I'll manage on my own. I'm used to it." He marched off towards the deep end, where his lessons took place. No one stopped him.

From the locker room, sounds of screaming children slamming lockers indicated it was time for the first lesson. First period was with the oldest kids in groups J and K, the thirteen and fourteen year olds. They were older and stronger than the rest, so he was able to push them further than the younger children. George had an elaborate lesson plan in his head, centered around an aquatic version of steal the bacon, but using specific strokes in the deep end. He didn't really need a second person to help him monitor the game. He knew Linda was just covering their asses, trying to make the camp look good for the parents by ensuring that everyone was showing improvement.

However, he was having trouble focusing on his preparation. There was an uncomfortable, almost queasy feeling in the pit of his stomach. His insides churned, turning over and over again as his pride munched on his innards. Before Dawn, he had thought that he didn't care when someone slighted him. He had been down for so long, and there was never a shortage of people to kick him. He had learned to turn the other cheek. But now, he felt so angry at the injustice of it, he thought he could punch someone.

And then, he thought about how stupid he was. He didn't understand why such a small thing like being shunned, by those who had always shunned him, would affect him so. He was going around in circles, and he hated it. He found himself hating them. He needed Dawn. He needed her to talk him down, to soothe him. Her presence was like a drug. Without it, he felt awkward, irritable, and uncompromising. 




A Beautiful Wish Ch. 07



The children marched in a long line to their respective spots on the bleachers. As they passed him, a few of them greeted him excitedly. He managed to wave. His responsibilities brought him around, but his feelings weren't going away.

He was so preoccupied that he didn't hear Linda approach. She put a hand on his shoulder, which startled him. "You OK, George?" she asked.

"No," he said a little too forcefully.

"You wanna talk about it?"

"No. I'll deal with it. Sorry I stormed off."

"No you're not," she corrected, "and you shouldn't be. You know, we train others in how they should treat us. It's OK to let people know when they're hurting you."

George took a heavy breath and looked out the window. "What am I doing wrong, Linda? Am I that repulsive?"

"You're definitely not repulsive. You're just..." she paused as she searched for the right word. But she gave up after a long few moments. "Look, if you really want to fit in, don't back down. Don't let it go anymore. It's like when a dog smells fear."

George nodded. He knew she was right, but part of him didn't want to bother being friends with his coworkers. He wanted to like them, but he didn't, and that hurt more than anything. But he did want to be friends with Linda.

"I'm gonna call them over. You ready?" she asked as she grasped her whistle.

"Yeah," he straightened up and stretched his arms over his head.

"Oh, and I'm going to be helping you today. Looks like Rocko is planning on testing his class to see if they are ready to move into yours. I have a feeling you're going get a helluva lot busier."

"Whatever, if he doesn't want 'em, I'll gladly take 'em."

She smiled. "That's why I like you George." She patted his bicep, but George thought her hand lingered a bit too long for a mere consolation. She left to greet the children, and direct them to their classes.

"Master?" came Dawn's voice into his mind.

Startled, George looked up, as if she would be hiding just above and behind him. "Oh, hi Dawn? Everything alright?"

"Well, sort of."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, I do not want to alarm you, but your sisters have not arrived yet. Is that a cause for concern?"

This did trouble George. While his step-father had never been the most dependable man with George, he was pretty good about getting his sisters back to their mother on time.

"It's not good, that's for sure. Would you do me a favor and call mom, let her know what's up?"

"Yes, Master. It will be done."

"Master again, huh?"

"Oh, sorry George, I must have reverted to Genie mode."

"It's fine Babe, you can call me whatever you like. Are you enjoying the work so far at least?"

"Oh! It is wonderful! They are all so cute!"

George had to stop himself from laughing out loud. "You say that now. Wait till they all need to go to the bathroom, at once."

"Hey! I do not require your negativity, Mr. George."

George noticed that the children were starting to form around him to receive his instructions. He had to focus, and get rid of his spacey smile, a byproduct of talking with Dawn. "I have to go, Babe. We can talk more later."

"Me too, we are about to do some finger painting. But before I do, remember that, no matter what others think, you still have me."

That hit the spot. He felt his aggravation draining out of him, and a sudden warmheartedness in its place.

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George's classes were filled to the breaking point. Rocko hadn't sent up half his class. He sent all but three, which left Rocko and the twins with a student each. George was suddenly in charge of half the entire pool. It startled him during the first period when it was only three groups in the pool, but he was managing. But Rocko did it again during second period, when there were four groups. Without Linda backing him up, there would have been no way he could have maintained order with so many students. George would periodically glance over at Rocko lounging in the water with his handful of students and his two lovely assistants, and wonder why Linda didn't call him on it. 

Meanwhile, he was forced to scrap his game of steal the bacon and reverted to doing lengths. Lengths were boring, and made it impossible to give real instruction to anyone in particular. But it was the only way to get the new students up to speed. They were woefully unprepared for swimming in the deep end, and George had to run a separate line next to the ledge of the pool so they could grab hold if they tired.

In between the second and third period, George took Linda aside and asked, "Ma'am, is this one of those times when I'm supposed to assert myself?"

"To who? Rocko? It wouldn't do any good. He'd just use this as fodder to call you pussy," she said as she made some notes on her clipboard.

"But I'm a pussy if I don't stand up for myself. Right?"

She groaned in exasperation. "Look, there is something you need to learn, George. Sometimes, you need to choose between losing a little, and losing a lot. Rocko has us beat, for now. He knows that if we can't handle this many kids, he wins. He also knows that if we don't handle them by ourselves, he also wins. So, either we lose a little by suffering through it, or we let him win big by making him into the hero that bails us out."

Losing a little, or losing a lot. George didn't like it. "At least we're troopers then. Is that what you're saying?"

"That's right. I'm not giving him the satisfaction of helping us. He doesn't deserve the honor. He'll get his, we just have to bide our time, and wait for a battle we can win."

"Great, so what am I supposed to do now? I thought we were supposed to give more detailed instruction? How can I do that if he doesn't do his part?"

She looked over at Rocko, who was gossiping with the ladies, with a look of defeat. "I wouldn't worry about him, George. These things have a way of working themselves out," she said somberly.

George was confused. "What does that mean?"

"It means, don't worry about it. Okay? I got Rocko covered." She walked away from George, in much the same way Karen had walked away from him before. The shame on her face was impossible to conceal. George was starting to realize just how far out of the loop he really was.

Third period came and went in much the same way. Rocko passed along more than half his students, and George and Linda suffered through it. All the while, George couldn't shake the nagging worry for his sisters. There was still no sign of them. He wanted to leave so he could call his mother, but that would have left Linda all by herself. 

As the period was drawing to a close, George began to realize that in just a few minutes, Dawn would be coming in with Group A. But of course, those last few minutes of the period dragged on as if they were hours. He couldn't help himself. Despite the overcrowding, he was giddy with anticipation.

Linda finally blew the whistle to end third period. George took a moment to grab some water from his bag. Rocko and his posse were laughing just as he passed by.

"So, Dumpy," that must have been Rocko's label of the day, "Are we gonna meet this girlfriend of yours today. Or do you need to go home and blow her up?" Eric high-fived him.

Blow-up dolls. That gave George one of the best ideas he ever had in his entire life.

"Dawn?"

"Hi, George!"

"Hi! I have a quick question. Could I wish for a sex toy for someone else?"

Tingle. "I suppose..."

"Good. I wish that Rocko always have a blow-up doll handy. There should be one in his gym bag, his locker, his glove compartment, and let's put one in his wallet too. Naturally, they should inflate automatically whenever he opens those containers, for ease of use, you know."

Tingle.  "It is done. Should I be worried here?"

"Nah, I'm just asserting myself, that's all."

George rummaged through his bag nonchalantly, "She's on her way up. But hey, can I ask you a favor?"

Rocko's smirk disappeared, "Me? A favor?"

"Yeah. I was wondering, since you aren't using them and I need to get in the water for the little kids, if I could use your goggles? I forgot mine." George did his best to sound sincere, and secretly prayed that Rocko would take the bait.

Rocko thought for a second. "Why the fuck not?" he said finally. "You look like you need all the help you can get."

Rocko reached for his bag. No sooner had he torn open the zipper than a life size blow up doll, complete with the O-face, inflated almost like a car's airbag. 

Rocko jumped back. "What the fuck!" he screamed.

Michelle pointed and laughed, "Why do you have a fucking blow-up doll in your bag, Rock?"

"It ain't mine, slut!"

"Hey, don't call her that!" yelled Danielle.

Eric picked it up. "Dude, this is pretty nice," he whispered.

The rest of the crew stared at him in disbelief.

"What? It is! Oh, don't look at me like that, you know what I meant."

George did his best not to laugh. "So... no goggles?"

Rocko glared at him.

"George!" cried Dawn. She rushed from the long line of campers emerging from the locker room and almost tackled George. He embraced her without hesitation, forgetting all about the collection of on-lookers behind him. He was about to ask her how her day was going, but Dawn pulled him down for a smooch before he could get the words out.

"Hello Hotstuff," she sang. She was dressed for the pool, with her hair down and nothing but her bikini. A white towel was draped over her arm. 

"Hello back. How's your day going?"

"Excellent. I cannot believe I am getting paid for this. I just wish I could meet your sisters already. The anticipation is killing me."

George suddenly remembered, and felt guilty for forgetting. "Oh, have you heard anything then?"

"Mom is on it. She did not sound pleased on the phone." Dawn became aware of the crowd watching them and gave a tentative wave.

"Oh, yeah! Let me introduce to the guards." He led her over to the group and began introductions. "This is Christine, Beth, Russell, Erica, Rocko, Michelle and Danielle..."

"I'm Michelle. She's Danielle," she interrupted with a scowl. Both the twins had their arms crossed, and eyed up Dawn like she had worn the same outfit.

"Right, sorry. And that's Eric."

Eric was still holding on to the blow-up doll, a fact that hadn't dawned on him until he was being introduced. He hastily hid it behind his back.

"Everybody, this is Dawn."

Dawn waved happily, "Hi guys."

They all waved back, some more enthusiastically than others. After that there was a long awkward silence. It seemed nobody knew what to think. Rocko clearly didn't believe what he was seeing. He was almost dismissive of her. The rest of the guards seemed more receptive. But nobody was happy or impressed, or even envious.

The scene wasn't at all like he had imagined it. They were supposed to drop down and worship him like a god for acquiring such a lovely specimen. He wanted them to at least envy him. There was a certain amount pride at stake that he desperately wanted to collect. But standing there in front of his peers, some of whom he detested, gave him pause. This was only supposed to be an introduction, not a showcase. He adored Dawn, more than any other, but he felt like he was using her as a trophy. This wasn't like him, and he hated it.

Dawn was the first to speak, "Well, It has been nice meeting you all, but I need to get back to work. I am sure it will be fun working together." She turned to George and added, "Would you mind if I participated in your lesson George? I am, um... a bit hazy on my strokes."

"Hmm? Oh, yeah, sure that's fine. I'll be right over."

George watched her prance back to her group. "So, that's her." he said simply.

"Dude, hirin' a whore is pretty low, even for you," sneered Rocko.

If there was one thing George could count on, it was Rocko's lack of an inner voice. "What the fuck, man," he yelled. "Why would you even say that?"

"Cuz she's way too hot to be hangin' around you, unless you're payin' her."

Attacking him was one thing, but attacking Dawn was another. George became so furious that he forgot where he was. He couldn't even yell, just seethe. "So I'm a loser, which means she must be a whore? You're a real piece of work, Rock."

They looked away from him uncomfortably, all except Rocko. "Hey, don't get angry at me. I didn't make you that way."

One of the twins piped up, "You have to admit, George, it's a bit suspicious." The other one picked up, "You never had a girl before in your life, and then all of a sudden you're dating... that?"

That was it then, it didn't matter what he did, what he looked like, or who else liked him, they'd always find a reason to keep him down. George had never wanted to fight someone in all his life, but he knew that there was a time and place for everything. 

"Fine," he said quietly, "fuck you guys then." He was resigned to his role as omega. It was clear to him that without some invasive wishes, they would never accept him. He picked up his things and placed them on the window sill, as far away from them as possible.

Beth stepped forward, "George, wait... "

"Oh, let the whale go," yelled Rocko. Beth stopped and hung her head low.

"I am sorry, Master."

"You saw that huh?"

"Yes. I was trying to impress them for you, but I must have over done it. I beg your forgiveness."

"Stop that, Dawn. You know that I don't blame you."

"Yes, but... George, do I really look like whore?"

"You look beautiful. Don't listen to them."

"Alright, just remember to do the same."

The lesson was crowded, but much easier and more enjoyable thanks to Linda and Dawn. While George ran through a quick lesson, the women kept order on the deck. Dawn's handling of the children was masterful, especially considering it was her first day. Whenever one of them would lose interest or get rowdy, she'd redirect their energy towards George. She never had to threaten them, or bargain with them. They adored her, and therefore adored whatever she thought was interesting.

Dawn confided in him that it was the first time she had ever gone swimming, and was worried that she would make him look bad. But she picked up on everything in record time. She also asked great questions. Her hand went up, and she would shout, "Mister George!" She asked about anything that one of her campers was having trouble with, taking the problem on as her own. Helping her was also a great opportunity to touch her under a professional guise. George didn't begrudge her when she needed him to show her one more time.

There was one thing nagging him though. Karen was usually the one to help him with his lessons. It had always been the highlight of his day. While Dawn was an ample substitute, he was worried that he had pushed Karen away. Twice during the lesson, Dawn whispered to him that Karen was watching him. But when he threw a casual glance in her direction, she was either playing cards with one of the children who wasn't swimming that day, or reading a book. He resolved to talk more about it with Dawn. He just didn't know what to do.

It was the quickest lesson of George's short career, with Linda blowing the whistle after what felt like only five minutes, when forty had actually passed. He escorted group A to the locker room entrance. When no one was looking, Dawn pinched George's behind.

"I think it may be my turn to teach you a few things, what do you think?"

He laughed, "I think it's going to be a slow day."

"Aww George, who says we have to wait until after work?"

"Says our boss. I kinda have to be here in order to get paid."

"Hmm," she pouted. "It is a shame that my Master is not more creative. Just thinking about all the fun he is missing makes me sad."

"Wait, you're saying there is a way to work, and... " he stopped as a stray camper rushed by them.

Dawn dashed off to the women's locker room. "Sorry George, you will just have to figure that out on your own. See you at lunch." She disappeared behind the wall.

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George had never eaten lunch with the campers before. He was always unsure if it was appropriate, or if he would be in the way, or if they would even let him. Beth, Erica, Linda and Christine always did it, but they were everyone's darlings. Beth had a younger brother in group D, so she usually ate with him. Erica liked to sit with the older kids, and Christine usually sat with her. George had the feeling that Christine would have preferred to stay in the pool area to eat, but Erica insisted that she sit with her and enjoy being ogled. Being on the cusp, or sometimes the apex, of puberty, the boys and girls of group K revered the young women as both examples and sex objects. It made Christine uncomfortable, she didn't seem like the type who could take objectification as well as her friend. Being the homecoming queen, it was second nature to Erica.

As he approached the picnic area just out the back door of the pool's atrium, George scanned the tables for Dawn's group. He spotted them at the far end, at the edge of a grove of pine trees. He began to make his way through the cluster of children, tables, and trees when he heard his name being called from several points all around him.

"Mr. George! Come sit with us! No, come sit next to me Mr. George!"

George couldn't believe it. He had never seen most of the children outside the pool before, and had thought they would ignore him if they did. But to his surprise, the campers seemed to be having a competition for his attention. He thought to himself, "This is why I like kids."

After he pried a particularly stubborn eight year-old off his leg, he arrived at group A's tables. They cheered as though they had won the contest. Dawn jumped up and gave him a peck on the cheek. A cacophony of ewws and grosses rang out around them. She then raised her hand and waved wildly. "Oh, oh! Sit with me Mr. George!"

"Oh, ok, I suppose," he grumbled in jest.

Karen smiled up at him. "Hey George! So, all I had to do to get you to sit at my table was be your girlfriend?"

"What can I say, I'm easy," he laughed. He took a seat at the head of the table, with Dawn on one side and Karen on the other.

"Miss Dawn?" came a little girl's cute voice, "Can I be your girlfriend?"

"Of course you can sweety! We'll be girlfriends from now on, ok?"

"Me too! Me too!" chimed another girl.

George whispered to her, "Dang, I've got competition."

"Silly," she whispered back, "you know that my girlfriends are also your girlfriends."

"Nice. Let's just let them grow up a little bit first, alright."

"Oh yeah, I suppose that would be best."

"What are you two whispering about," asked Karen as she leaned in.

"I just want to know how she's doing. This is her first job."

"Nuh uh," said Karen, her look of disbelief made him want to laugh.

"It is true," said Dawn. "I never worked in high school."

"No, I mean, what were you really whispering about?"

"Hey! That's mine!" cried a child from the other table. Two boys were tugging back and forth on a bag of cookies. Jimmy was there, but he had his headphones on, and ignored them.

Karen sighed, "I'll get it."

"No, no," said Dawn as she jumped to her feet. "Let me take care of it. You relax for moment."

Karen gestured toward the children gladly. "Okay, sure. Thanks Dawn."

As Dawn left to resolve the dispute, Karen whispered to George, "She's been like that all day. She never misses a chance to prove herself."

"She's not annoying you, is she?"

"Hell no. I love her. She's nice, and she works hard, and the kids love her..."

From Karen's faraway look, George could tell there was more she wasn't telling him. But he didn't press her. If it was important, Dawn would let him know later.




A Beautiful Wish Ch. 07



George watched Dawn as she talked to the troublemakers. She was radiant even as she was in the midst of discipline.

"So...," began Karen, "how long have you two been dating?"

"Let's see, I met her on Friday, during my last shift. So that would make about three days, including today."

"Wow. That's... that's not that long. By the way she talks about you I would have thought you guys would have been dating forever."

He laughed nervously. "What about you and Rocko? How's that going."

She shifted uncomfortably in her seat. "We've only been on a few dates. They always start off nice, but he can get... pushy."

George remembered, and had to stop himself from raising his voice. "I heard about what he did," he said as quietly as he could.

"I know," she said softly. "I heard about what you did too. That's why you had that black eye, wasn't it?"

The humiliation of being beaten up and spit on flowed back to him, and it made his blood boil. But the powerlessness he felt from not being able to help her against Rocko was what really got to him. "Yeah... I hope I didn't cause you any trouble..."

She took hold of his hand underneath the table. She whispered, her voice cracking, "You're a really great guy, George." She looked over at Dawn, who was busy chatting with the campers who craved her attention. George detected a melancholy in her eyes. "I just wish I realized that sooner."

George was conflicted. He thought about telling her that he wished she had too, but he wouldn't have meant it. Everything had happened in order to bring Dawn into his life, even the bad things. He couldn't imagine his life without her anymore, even if it meant going through everything all over again. He had to be honest. He felt like both Dawn and Karen deserved at least that.

"Ya know, my life has never made any sense to me, at all. But lately, it feels like things have a way of working out. You just have to be open to the possibilities."

She gazed at him, her pretty brown eyes searching for something. Finally, she smiled and said, "Is it too much to ask for you to give me a simple answer?"

He shrugged, "Hey, I'm a complicated guy. Chicks dig complicated."

She laughed. "They must."

From a few seats over, a little boy knocked over his chocolate milk and began to cry. Karen got up quickly to clean up the mess and console him.

George was left suddenly alone at one end of the table. He let his mind wander as he looked around the large collection of picnic tables. He caught Erica and Christine spying him. They shifted their eyes quickly to avoid his.

"You know," Dawn's voice floated into his mind, "you are in control of a sexual genie servant. You could fix many of your problems with just a few words."

"It's tempting, believe me."

"Still trying to take the high road?"

He nodded, even though she probably wasn't look at him.

"George, you should know, sex doesn't always have to be complicated. Sometimes, girls just want to have fun. There is nothing inherently wrong with enjoying sex, is there?"

George suddenly had Cyndy Lauper's voice cooing her song in his head. But he answered. "No, you're right, there isn't. But I don't want to cheapen my experiences with you just to get off with girls that don't even like me.

Are you referring to your coworkers?"

"Yeah, mostly."

"You know that Karen likes you."

"Yeah..."

"This saddens you?"

"A little. I mean, don't you think it's a little unfair? She's moments away from confessing her feelings, and I find a magical artifact containing my perfect woman. How could anyone compete with that?"

She became silent. George was worried.

Finally, she said, "We have not talked about this. But if you would prefer, I could leave you alone for a while."

"What do you mean?"

"I am bound to you, no matter what. But I do not have to be physically present. If you would rather pursue a monogamous relationship with Karen, then I could wait until it has run its course, no matter how long that might be."

"But Dawn, I..."

"I would still be a mere thought away. And I could still grant you wishes. I can be whatever..."

"Dawn, stop." Their eyes met across the sea of children. "Listen, please. Karen is great, she's everything I ever wanted. But I choose you. I'll always choose you."

"Are you sure? I only ask because she will not be around forever. You and I will be. I do not wish for you to miss out on love because of me. That runs contrary to my purpose."

"Dawn, don't do this to yourself. You're not a tool. You're not a toy. You're a person, with a soul and all that. It's you and me, always. And that's that. Okay?"

"Miss Dawn. Are you okay? You're crying," came a little girls voice from Dawn's table.

She blushed even as a few tears ran down her cheeks. "Oh, no, it is alright. I just have something stuck in my eye."

"Don't rub it!" said one of the boys who she was sitting beside. "My mommy says you shouldn't rub it!"

"Oh, t-thank you Thomas, I will try not to." Despite his warnings, she still had to wipe her eyes. She would have looked a mess if she hadn't.

"I don't mean to make you cry, Dawn."

"I love you," she said suddenly. "I love you so much, George." Though she looked relatively composed on the outside, the voice in his head suggested otherwise.

"George? You look like you're a thousand miles away right now," said Karen as she sat back down.

"What? Oh, I'm cool. Just thinking," he said as he went back to his lunch.

"Hey, your mom called, by the way. She told me your sisters aren't coming today. Something about your father having a wild party last night or something. She said that he's dropping them off at your house later today, so you don't have worry about them."

"Oh, good... good."

"You know, Corina would be so happy to see you here. She talks about you constantly."

"Really? She's so quiet at home. Hayley does all the talking."

"Oh she's a chatterbox. She's quiet popular too. She's gonna be a heart-breaker when she gets older."

"Y-Yeah, I bet." 

"You sure you're okay, George? You look a little shaken up."

He was grateful for Karen's change of conversation. Dawn's confession was playing havoc with his emotions, and he wanted to talk about something less provocative.

"Yeah, yeah," he said as he shook himself. Dawn gazed at him from afar, her passion crashing over him like waves in the surf. "I just have a lot on my mind is all."

Karen watched him, a simple amused smile playing across her face.

"What about you?" asked George. "Any brothers or sisters? What's your family like?"

She sighed, "Not me. I haven't been home in years. Too many bad memories."

"You don't get along with your folks?"

"There's a... a lot of things wrong with them. It was my father mostly, he was something else."

"Sorry, I didn't mean to upset you. We don't have to talk about it if you don't want to."

"Don't worry. It's nothing I haven't already walked off. He was just mean, ya know." She took a big swig of her water. The children were loud, and paid the two no mind. George could tell that Dawn was listening intently through her connection to him. But she didn't interrupt.

"Corina told me something interesting about you last week."

"Oh no. Listen, I was alone, in the shower. Every man does it."

"What? Oh!" she laughed as she braced herself on his shoulder. "I didn't mean that!"

George heard Dawn giggle in his head. 

He asked Karen, "Is this the part where I go flush myself down the toilet?"

"Anyway," she continued, "Corina told me that you aren't really her brother. Is that true?"

"She's little so, she probably doesn't understand. She's my half-sister. We have the same mother, different fathers."

"Oh I see. So, you live with your mom. What happened to your dad?"

George stopped eating suddenly. "He died."

"Oh. I'm so sorry, George." She looked around to make sure none of the children needed her, then came back to him. "Were you young?"

"Eight."

"Not that young," she said more to herself than George. "What was he like?"

"He was... he was a better man."

"Do you miss him?"

"...I try not to think about him."

"That isn't what I asked."

He tried to look at her, but it was his turn to feel shame. "Sometimes," he said quietly.

"Corina told me something else about you. She said that you're sad all the time. Is that why, because of your dad?"

George threw his walls back up. He had been through enough soul-searching for one day. "No offense Karen, but could we change the subject? This is ancient history anyway."

"Not to you it isn't."

"Yeah? Well, why do you want to know anyway?"

"You offered to be there in case I needed to talk to you. I just wanted you to know that I'm here for you, too. I mean, I know that you have Dawn now, so you don't really need me but... I like talking to you."

He blushed. "Thanks," he said, embarrassed. "So, in the spirit of sharing, answer me this?"

She smiled tentatively, "Okay."

"Why do you hang out with Rock, knowing what he's like?"

She sighed, and folded her arms in frustration. "I don't know. He's attractive in that... manly-man sort of way. He's got the looks, he's popular, and he's tough. I guess I've always liked that feeling of being protected by a strong man."

"But he hurts you. Doesn't he?"

She looked away. "It's complicated," she mumbled.

"So, I have my secrets, and you have yours."

"We really are that screwed up, aren't we?"

"Meh," he shrugged. "I prefer to think of us as works in progress."

She laughed, "Hah! I like that. Progress is good."

As the lunch period came to a close, George excused himself, and tossed away the remains of his lunch. He said goodbye to Karen and the campers, many of which pleaded that he get in the pool during their next free swim period. As he was leaving, he approached Dawn from behind and wrapped her up, nuzzling her neck. She melted back into him, and purred contently.

"They are watching us," she whispered.

"Who?"

"Everyone. Some are envious of me, some are envious of you, and one, still thinks that I am putting on a show."

"Rocko is out here? He never eats with the campers."

"He is watching from that window," she gestured with her eyes. "I fear that he wishes you harm."

"Why? What did I ever do to him?"

"He never hated you before, he did not think much of you at all really. But now, he thinks you are a threat to his alpha male status. Karen clearly prefers your company to his. And not to brag, but I am the most beautiful woman he has ever seen, and I am only interested in you."

"He can't hurt us though, can he?"

"No."

"Then he can stew in his juices. I'm tired of worrying about what Rocko thinks."

"Very well. Just be careful, please. He may not be able to hurt us, but that doesn't mean he won't try something."

He kissed her cheek. "I have to go. I'll see you at your free swim period."

"Goodbye, George."

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The second half of the day was always free swim. The first two periods left George feeling bored, especially in comparison to his hectic morning. He passed the time by chatting with whatever child was near him and communicating with Dawn. She was having a much more exciting day than he was. He enjoyed listening to her describe the nature walk through the surrounding forest, and music class, where the teacher used her as an assistant.

Torrie arrived just after lunch, with her bag full of medical school text books and her untouchable attitude. She was 25, and had been gearing up to take the MCAT the following year. She was a genius as far as any of the others could tell, and not at all shy about it. She had taken longer to get through college than most because she was supporting herself, working as many jobs as she had time for. She preferred jobs like lifeguarding, because she could study at the same time. But it was well known that she did some modeling, and danced a couple of nights a week at a bar in the city. Rumors suggested that she moonlighted in other less scrupulous occupations.

She was a beauty. There was no denying that. She was athletic and voluptuous, with long toned legs, ample curves, and beautiful shiny blond hair. She tried to downplay this aspect of herself as much as she could at work, and kept her body covered, and her hair up. She always wore her black squared-framed glasses over her hazel eyes.

The other guards gave her a wide berth. It wasn't that she was unpleasant in any way. She was courteous and helpful if she was shown respect. But she didn't care for the high-school antics that permeated the lives of her co-workers. Rocko, in particular, got on her nerves. He had tried many times to sweet-talk her, but he came away looking foolish on every occasion. George took a hidden pleasure in watching these exchanges, delighting in the notion that not everyone was so easily taken in by his bullshit. 

George had never spoken to Torrie. He was attracted to her, but felt too intimidated by her confidence, and her ability. He was content to admire her from afar. He imagined she probably had enough horny dudes trying to hit on her. He definitely saw some of Dawn in Torrie, though. Her legs in particular, had always left him in awe. Upon thinking it over however, he decided he liked Dawn's much more. Dawn's legs were of a similar shape, but the way she moved them was enchanting. He allowed himself a quick daydream about the two vixens having a dance off, with him as the judge.

"She is very good," quipped Dawn, "but she does not have my training."

"What kind of training is that?"

"Only five-thousand years worth of instruction on how to best use my body for pleasure."

 He chuckled out loud. "Yeah, she probably doesn't have that."

As the third period dragged on, George decided that he had enough of Dawn teasing him with her adventures.

"Dammit," he thought, "I could really use one of those fantasies right about now."

"Wonderful! By the way, you have gained a greater mastery over my powers and can use your fantasy time more efficiently. You may now spend one and a half minutes in a fantasy for every minute of fantasy time you expend."

"Cool! So I gained a level in Master?"

Tingle. "Hmm, I suppose you could look at it that way."

"Do I get like a cool level-up song, or maybe have some sparks shoot out of my head?"

Tingle. "Umm, no. But I tell you what, every time you gain a level, I will suck your cock. Deal?"

"I don't know, some sparks would be really cool."

"Oh, shut up!" she laughed. "What kind of fantasy would you like?"

"What, now? I can't get go unconscious right now. Plus, this is the only pair of trunks I brought with me, and I don't want to get them sticky."

"Actually, last time, I let that happen so that you would believe the fantasy had taken place more readily. But I can make it so that no one will know what we are doing. To everyone, you will be sitting in your chair, watching the pool, chatting with whoever, you can even go swimming if you like."

"And you?"

"I will be busy making an elephant out of macaroni. Though, I will be in a very happy mood."

"I don't know, I wouldn't say that I'm exactly winking and dripping right now."

"You mean, the idea of seeing me, alone, in a deserted classroom, looking so sexy in my short-short-shorts, does not turn you on?"

Suddenly, he felt himself split into another him. He was in the classroom, and Dawn was there. But he was also at the pool. He couldn't explain it, but he had knowledge of both places simultaneously. "Um... it helps."

"What if the lights were low, and everyone had gone home for the night. And you had me all to yourself. What if I was there to tell you that I really appreciated the help with my swimming, and promised to do anything to repay your kindness."

George could feel the familiar rush of his hardening cock. "You'd do anything?"

"Anything..." she purred. "Imagine my surprise when you call my bluff. You take my arm, and pull me close." She gasped, "Oh George, what are you doing?"

George couldn't respond. The sound of her throaty breathing was fogging up his head, which was already deprived of precious blood thanks to his fully erect shaft. He looked around to make sure that nobody was paying attention to him.

"You do not respond with words," she continued, "but you tease my trembling lips with tender kisses. Your grip on my arm shifts to my back, and you pull me in tighter." She took in a sharp breath, "The other on my ass. Oh George, I know I said I would do anything, but this is just so sudden. I've never been touched like that."

"I'll be gentle," he assured, "I don't want to scare you away. I want to take my time. I want you to know that I'd rather be nowhere else then with you."

"I want it so badly. I have never wanted anything so badly in my entire life. I can feel your tongue reaching out for mine, and I take it gladly. I'm losing control, I feel like my body is not my own. I feel like my body is making me do things. Oh George, what am I doing? My hand... my hand is sliding into your shorts. I am not supposed to go there."

George couldn't believe it, but he really did feel a hand sliding down his stomach and into his shorts. His eyes darted around. Christine was in the next chair over from him, but she was busy talking to Linda. The invisible hand drifted lower, to the base of his cock.

"It is so hard. Am I doing that? Am I doing this to you? Is this wonderful warm shaft for me? It is so urgent, so big. My little hands can barely handle it. Oh! It is getting even harder, even bigger! Would... would this fit inside me?

Your hands, they grip my ass tightly. Even if I wanted to get away, I could not. Oh, sweet surrender. I can feel you caress my back, my stomach, my neck. My neck... you are kissing my neck. The flesh radiates a pleasurable wave everywhere you touch me. I think to myself, will he not touch my breasts. He loves them, I see him looking at them all the time. I do not mind. My nipples are so hard right now. Why will he not touch them? Oh George, please touch me."

George focused hard on the vivid imagery in his mind and moved a hand from her neck, down her collarbone, slowly. He could feel the top curve of her breast through her shirt. She arched her back, eager for him to touch more of her. He kissed her deeply again. She moaned as he felt the invisible hands slowly stroking his cock. Finally, he reached under her shirt with both hands, and tore the garment apart in one smooth motion.

She gasped as George kissed the swell of her breasts, her torn, useless shirt dangling at her elbows. Dawn dropped her arms and let it fall to the ground. A bead of sweat rolled from her neck, down into her cleavage. George didn't let it escape his lustful lips, the sweet and salty taste of her warm skin enticing him to taste more.

"Oh my! I have never been so wet." The invisible hand continued to stroke him, while the fantasy Dawn reached into her shorts and rubbed her clit vigorously. She dipped one of her trembling fingers into to her, and her body tensed. She pulled out her glistening finger and offered it go George. He sucked the finger into his mouth, savoring the taste of her lust.

"I want to taste you too," she whispered. She pulled his shirt up, kissing and licking his chest, her hands never leaving his throbbing cock. "I wonder, could I fit you inside my mouth. I want to try. I need to try. I want to feel you in my mouth."




A Beautiful Wish Ch. 07



She dropped to her knees and fumbled with the laces of his shorts. George felt himself torn between reality and fantasy, yet both felt so real. They were separate, yet the senses blurred between them. He began to have trouble discerning which was really happening. Twice, he had to stop himself from using his hands at the pool to touch her in the fantasy. He sat on them to avoid anymore confusion.

His shorts fell to the floor. Awestruck, Dawn whispered, "It's beautiful."  She kissed the helmet, and swirled her tongue around the sensitive underside.  "The other girls, they brag about how much they can take. It is my turn."  She pushed forward.

The head passed her lips. "It is so big, so hard. It has a pulse. It is alive. Why must I do this? I am not a slut. But it feels so right. If only the other girls could see me, they would be so jealous, I know they would. I can take more. I want more."

She pushed farther down. Then back up. Then down farther. "My eyes and mouth are watering. My tongue, I must use my tongue. I want him to feel good. I want to be his slave, his pretty little pet. What is this taste? So salty, so warm. This must be his juices. They taste almost like mine. I wonder what they taste like together."

She took more, the head pushing against the back of her mouth. "Just a little more. I want all of it. W-what is he doing. He's pushing me with his hand. Oh yes! He owns me! I will do anything for him!"

She looked up into his eyes with her lips wrapped around the base of his shaft. She groaned in total rapture. "Oh George! This is where I belong, on my knees with your beautiful cock inside my mouth."

George began to push her head back slowly until he was halfway out of her wet mouth, and then he pushed her back. She moaned, "Mmph! That's it! Use my mouth! Use me for your pleasure! Go on, fuck my face!"

Among Dawn's desperate cries to be ravaged, George noticed Linda approaching him. George thought that he would have to slow down in order to address his boss. But Dawn didn't stop. She was in control of the fantasy, and fantasy George was fucking her face.

"How's it going, George. You look antsy."

"Mmph, mmph, mmph, fuck me! I want to taste your cum!"

"H-hi, Ma'am. I'm uh, okay... I guess."

"You sure? You're sweating."

"Uh, it's just a little stomach ache," he stammered.

"Ooh, I hope you don't have whatever Rocko's got. He's been shittn' his brains out."

"Actually, I could use a quick bathroom break, if you don't mind, Ma'am?"

"Oh sure. Go ahead, I'll cover for you," she offered happily.

"Thanks," he said with great relief. He stood, doing his best to hide his over-stimulated cock, and moved briskly to the bathroom. He was so focused on making it before he came, he didn't even notice that Christine was watching him.

He barreled through the creaking bathroom door and headed for the largest stall. He locked it, pulled down his shorts, and leaned against the wall over the toilet. He was panting and wheezing. He felt like his cock could shoot down a B2 bomber.

In the fantasy, George pulled her mouth off his throbbing hard-on and picked her up. He ripped right through her jean shorts, which surprised him. But he surmised that if it was sexual enough, super-strength was not out of the question. With her fully nude and dripping with passion, he turned her around, bent her over a desk, and thrust into her. She was so wet that she could have been a virgin, and she would have felt no pain.

"Oh yes! Yes, George! I can feel you, your heartbeat! So warm, so alive!"

As much as he loved her mouth, her pussy was indescribably wonderful in comparison. He took her again and again, his hands holding on to her outstretched arms behind her, the two of them entwined in a single rapturous whole. It didn't take long for her to finally cum. There were no words this time, just a primal scream, followed by a wave of euphoria erupting from deep within both of them. He followed close behind. With one final thrust he blasted his creamy seed as deep into her as he could.

He collapsed on top of her, his cock still buried inside her dripping pussy. After spending a few moments to catch his breath, he stood up with Dawn clutched in his strong arms. He hugged her tightly, and caressed her stomach as he kissed anywhere within reach of his lips.

"So," panted Dawn, "did you enjoy the show, Christine?"

George snapped to attention as he heard rapid footsteps, followed by the bathroom door creaking shut.

"Do not worry, George. She has seen nothing. But she heard us quite clearly.

"But you're not in here. How did she hear both of us."

"I am sorry, I should have asked you first, but I let her hear what was going on in the classroom, not in the bathroom. I did not want her to think you were masturbating. Though, that would have intrigued her almost as much."

"Uh... Dawn, I..." he scratched his head. "I don't know about this. What if she tells somebody?"

"She will not. The only thing she will do is find a quiet corner somewhere, and get herself off. And I suggest we help."

"You mean a wish?"

"That is acceptable, but the decision is yours."

He was worried, but he trusted Dawn enough to agree. "I wish for Christine to have a perfectly vivid fantasy of her own, involving the man of her dreams, in any situation she desires. No one will disturb her, and it will be the most powerful orgasm of her life."

Tingle, flash. "It is done. Would you like to know what it is?"

"No. That's her business. I won't invade her privacy like that."

She kissed him. "You are such a gentleman."

The classroom fantasy ended, and it was suddenly just him in the bathroom. He sat on the toilet, rubbing his hands through his hair.  "That was some fantasy."

"Actually, that was not a fantasy, you never wished for one. Had that been actual fantasy, you would not have perceived your current reality at all, not until the fantasy ended and your memories returned to you."

"What was it then?"

"Well... actually, it was one of my fantasies. Just a little something that I have been thinking about."

"Really? You never told me you have fantasies."

 She laughed, "Oh, if you only knew, Master."

"Well, I know how I'm going to pass the time during free swim tomorrow."

"Uh-oh, what have you got planned for me?" she asked knowingly.

"I'm not sure yet. But you'll like it, I promise."

"I am glad you are alright," she said. George could hear her relief. "I was worried that you would not approve of my initiative."

"I'm fine. I'm more than fine actually. I'm just having trouble trying to find words to tell you how amazing all of this is."

"There are no words necessary. As long as I have pleased you, my love, then I am happy."

"You have. I'm... I'm glad you found me." He breathed deep and let it out slowly, "Phew, I think I need a dip in the pool."

"Well come on then! I am already here!"

"Oh crap! I'm coming!" He put his shorts back on and ran back to the pool.

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Swimming with one-hundred small children is difficult, for several reasons. One, they do not swim. Children that small are doing everything in their power to keep their heads above water. Beyond some frenzied splashing, there is little to keep them from sinking to the bottom. Two, children rarely care for their own safety, or the safety of others. They will grab and dunk and jump with little worry of injury. Three, they love anyone who is big enough to touch the bottom. The moment George hit the water, he was attack by a mob of small, wet, ecstatic people. Dawn tackled him from behind, while two children latched on to his arms. If his legs hadn't been underwater, he would have had children on them too. 

The period was a blast for George. He and Dawn traversed the entire pool while playing games, throwing kids around, and sneaking touches for the other. Christine came back to the pool mid-way through the period, though George seemed to be the only one who noticed. For her part, she did her best to avoid looking at George and Dawn. She kept her eyes on the children, in whatever direction the couple was not. George did his best not to worry about it. As long as Christine could not determine that what she heard was magical, then she could think whatever she liked.

The period ended much too quickly. He helped Dawn and Karen round up their children and escorted them to the locker room. Karen seemed unusually happy. He asked Dawn, "Karen is taking to you pretty well. Is that genuine?"

"Yes. We are quickly becoming friends. I think she enjoys seeing you and I together. It makes her feel like the world makes a bit of sense."

"Nice. I'm glad she's not jealous. We had a pretty good conversation at lunch. That's the most I've ever spoken to anyone here at work."

"She is a teensey bit jealous. But I think she is much more inspired than anything. She asks me all kinds of questions about you, some are not so innocent."

"I don't suppose..."

"No, sorry, she is not bisexual."

"Damn!"

"It is a shame that the rest of your coworkers are not as welcoming."

"Yeah. But I think that's more my fault than anything. They only see the old me, so... you're suffering from my reputation."

"I hardly consider myself suffering. But know that not everyone believes as Rocko does. Erica, Beth, and Russell are secretly rooting for you. Christine cannot believe she never saw how much of a hunk you are, and wishes she was in my place."

"Hey George," called Linda, "when you are finished, come up to the pool. Gordon wants us to do a fitness test before everyone leaves."

"I'll be right there!" he answered back. "Got to go Babe. I'll join you when I'm done."

"See you," she smiled.

George climbed the stairs back up to the pool area. All the guards were congregating near the imposing figure of Gorden, the athletic director and Linda's boss. He was a large middle-aged ex-Marine, with a receding hairline and a well used track suit. He was in excellent shape for his age, and had a habit of challenging younger men to physical contests. He was also a royal pain for Linda and the guards, because he never left them be. He demanded high uniform standards, spontaneous fitness tests, and lots of ass-kissing.

"Good, we're all here," began Gordon, "I want everyone to give me forty lengths. You can use any stroke you want. You can't finish, you're fired. Get on it."

Everybody looked at each other in confusion.

"I don't see anyone swimming," he added impatiently.

Erica raised her hand. "Um, sir, that's twenty laps. That's more than we had to do for the lifeguard exam."

"Are you saying you can't do it?"

"No sir. I..." Erica stopped talking when George left the group. He lowered himself into the water and pushed off the wall to start his lengths.

Gordon had said to use any stroke. George knew he could float on his back for forty lengths if it didn't matter how long he took. But the challenge for his new body was invigorating. He started with freestyle, and resolved to use no other stroke.

He was only vaguely aware of his surroundings. The churning water around his ears and the cadence he kept track of in his head, gave him a focus and a calm that he had not experienced for years. Before his father had died, George was a champion swimmer for his age. It all came back to him as he counted out the lengths. He felt the pressure waves of the other guards passing by him, but they didn't matter. He raced himself, and for the first time in a long time, he was winning.

Forty lengths came and went. He saw that Beth was struggling to keep going. She was practically doggy paddling under the weight of exhaustion. As George passed length fifty, Rocko, Torrie, and Russell finished. Christine, Eric, and Erica were close behind, but Beth was still in the water. George didn't know how much farther she had to go, but if she touched the bottom, it would be over. Gordon was many things, but he wasn't a liar. If she touched the bottom, she'd be fired.

"Sidestroke. Do the sidestroke," he thought. But she kept up her doggy paddle. George may have imagined it, but he thought he saw her crying among the splashes.

"Hey, George," called Linda, "You know you're well pasty forty?"

He wasn't tired. But more importantly, he wasn't finished, not until Beth was. He moved to the lane next to her and floated on his back.

"Beth," he called.

She looked over at him, reaching through the water for all she was worth. "I... can't do it George," she said as she gulped down some pool water.

"Yes you can. Turn over, like this. Just float, and paddle your legs."

"O-okay," she managed. She turned over, but almost went under when she tried to sit.

He wanted to cross into her lane and push her up towards the ceiling, like he would for his students. But he knew that might get him fired too. "Lean back, as far as you can. Just relax. Catch your breath."

She did. With breathing much easier, the violent thrashing stopped. She paddled gently with her feet.

"Oh wow," she breathed. "That's way better."

"How many do you have left?"

"Three."

"Alright, we got it. Just keep going."

Beth wiped the chlorine out of her eyes and kept moving. Three more lengths was no problem, though the two took much longer to finish on their backs. When it was over, Beth was too tired to climb out, and just hung on the side of the pool for a few minutes.

"What's your name, son?" asked Gordon.

"George Everhart."

"Mr. Everhart, have you ever heard the expression, sink or swim?"

"Yes, but..."

"I believe Ms. Cooper was perfectly capable of handling the task on her own. I gave her the opportunity to prove that to me, to sink or swim. Instead, you gave her floaties, and an inner-tube that looked like a goddamn sea turtle. If I were her, I'd be offended."

"Sir, with all due respect, she may have been able to handle it. But she didn't believe that. Now she knows what she needs to work on, and she isn't fired."

"Hmm..." Gordon stared at him intently. "Quite right. Where'd you learn how to teach?"

"My father taught me."

Gorden let a faint smile escape the edge of his mouth. "Well done, son."

"Thank you, sir."

"Elizabeth Cooper!"

"Yes sir?"

"The next time I come back here, you're going to take this test again. Next time, George isn't going to help you. Understand?"

She nodded nervously.

Gordon looked around at the rest of the staff. "As for the rest of you. You could all stand to learn from Mr. Everhart's example." The guards avoided his stare. With his point made, he left.

"You fuckin' suck-up," spit Rocko.

Linda stepped forward before George could retort. "Don't be a sore loser, Rocko. You're just pissed because George is a better swimmer."

George swung his head in her direction. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. He meant to protest, but Linda gave him a quick wink. 

"George is better than me?" he yelled. "Alright Shamu, get up here! We'll settle this!"

George hesitated.

"What's a matter fat-boy! You're obviously a better swimmer than me, so why don't we have a little race so you can show off some more!"

George wasn't fond of confrontation. But he remembered what Linda had said to him about not backing down. He had to do it. It was the chance he was waiting for.

He climbed out of the pool and chose a lane. "What's the rules?" he asked.

Rocko threw on his goggles. "One lap. Whoever finishes first is the better swimmer."

"That's it?"

"Hey fuck you alright! I just swam twenty laps and I haven't been training for Iron-man!"

"And you call me fat-boy," said George under his breath.

Erica started running for the other side of the pool. "I'll make sure they touch the wall!"

The men took their positions. Linda quipped, "Dammit, I wish I had a starting gun!" She moved to the halfway mark and held her whistle to her lips. "Ready!" they crouched for their dives. "Set!" they raised their haunches. She blew the whistle sharply, and they dived in. The race was on.

George gave it everything he had. He dived shallow and long, and was up into his full stride long before Rocko. He couldn't remember ever flying through the water so quickly. But he couldn't let Rocko win, not anymore. Reach, reach, reach, breathe. Wall, flip, push, and the cycle continued. When his ear broke the water he could hear whooping and hollering. George didn't even know where Rocko was.

He hit the wall and looked up. George was a whole half a length in front of Rocko. He had won, he couldn't believe it.

Linda tapped him on the shoulder, "Nice job! But, um..." She pointed to Eric, who had fished his board shorts out of the water. They had come off during his dive.

"Looking for these tubbo?" he said as he held them delicately with two fingers.

Rocko finished and seemed to forget that he lost. Eric tossed the shorts to him, who then teased them in front of George. George was hoping it was a joke. But when he looked down, sure enough, he was as naked as could be. He reached for his shorts dangling out in front of him, but Rocko was quicker and tossed them back to Eric. He dangled them over the pool and pulled them away when George got close. Linda tried to stop them, but nobody was listening. 

The realization set in that George would have to leave the pool to get his shorts back. But that meant exposing himself to everyone. Wardrobe malfunctions were common with all the diving and grabby children. It happened at least twice a week to Erica. But George was careful not to let himself be put in these situations.

"Dawn, are you watching this?"

"Yes, Master. You are doing quiet well, but do you require any assistance?"

"Would you mind making my cock an inch bigger than Rocko's, just for a moment?"

"I would be happy to George, except that it is already bigger than that."

"It is?"

"Mmm-hmm."

"Oh, okay then. Never mind."

Eric tossed them to Danielle, who tossed them to her sister, who tossed them to Christine. Christine caught them and went white, whiter even, then she normally was. She couldn't move. She didn't throw them, but she didn't give them back either. She just stood there with George's shorts in her hands.

This was his chance. "Okay Dawn, here I go," he said, trying to psych himself up.

"George, I know it will be hard not to, but do not try to cover yourself."

"Why not?"

"It will make you look like a victim. Be proud of your body, and others will be as well."

He was nervous, but he didn't have time hesitate. Taking a big swallow, he vaulted out and walked briskly towards Christine. Her eyes, and everyone else's eyes, immediately flew to his equipment. The laughter died away. Everyone, even Rocko, was silent as they watched him. Luckily, the water wasn't that cold.

Erica had been running back, but she stopped dead in her tracks when she saw him. "Oh my..." she began. She covered her mouth to hide the rest.

"Um, Christine?" asked George as calmly as he could.

"Wha... huh?" she said as she snapped back to reality.

"Would you mind..."

"Oh my God! Sorry!" She almost threw them at him and ran for the locker room.

As George put his shorts back on, Rocko and Eric finally stopped staring and walked awkwardly to the locker room. Before, they seemed to be content with making George look foolish. Now, they looked like wet dogs. 

To his surprise, Beth spoke up. "I guess that's settled then. George is the best!" She clapped excitedly.




A Beautiful Wish Ch. 07



Rocko glared at her, then at George. "We'll see," he said under his breath. His posse left for the locker room. After making sure that his friends weren't looking, Russell turned back and shrugged in resignation.

With the spectacle over, the other guards gathered their things and headed down for the locker room as well. Erica passed by George. She eyed him up and down before waving. He caught the twins eyes, and surprisingly, they blushed. "That's a new one," he thought.

As George packed his bag, Beth sidled up next to him. "Thanks for your help George. You really saved me back there."

"No I didn't. You would have been fine."

"I don't think so." She looked around to make sure that Linda and Torrie couldn't hear her. They were talking to each other in the corner next to the pump house. "To tell you the truth, I never took the final lifeguard exam."

George raised an eyebrow.

"My uncle works for the Red Cross. He pulled some strings to get me my certs before the summer started. I took most of the classes. I just never took the tests. I'm actually a really bad swimmer."

"Ah..."

"You won't tell anyone, will you? I really like this job."

He thought hard for a moment. On one hand, he thought he should tell someone like Linda or Gordon. If something happened, Beth could be a liability. But on the other, she had confided in him when she didn't have to.

"On one condition. You have to help me with my classes from now on. Maybe I'll be able to get you ready for your next test with Gordon."

"You'd do that?" she asked excitedly.

"Of course. Why wouldn't I?"

"Well, I haven't been all that nice to you these past few weeks."

"Yeah, there is that. But... I guess I'd rather have you as a friend than an enemy."

She gazed at him approvingly. "You're a lot cooler than I thought you were."

He laughed heartily, "I've never been cool in my entire life. This is new."

She giggled as she grabbed her backpack and headed out. "See ya tomorrow, George."

"See ya, Coop."

She looked confused.

"Your last name. Cooper, Coop, I don't know. I like it."

She shrugged and smiled brightly, "You're the boss. Bye."

"Later."

Linda and Torrie finished their conversation just as George was leaving. Linda stopped him on his way out. "What did I tell you George. Pick your battles, and don't back down."

"You were right. I just wish that choosing to lose a little was easier to cope with sometimes."

"It works out in the long term." She moved closer to his ear and whispered, "Ya know, you beat him twice today."

"Twice?"

"Mmm-hmm." She drop her eyes to his crotch and gave him a naughty smile.

George didn't know what to say, he just looked at her with his mouth hanging open.

"See you tomorrow, stud." She said in a most unprofessional way. He watched her leave, her body swaying much more than before.

His mind was racing and his hands shook. He let his excitement escape with a heavy satisfied breath. 

"George?" came Dawn's loving tones. "You should know that the level of arousal among your coworkers has suddenly spiked."

"Dawn... this is going to be an interesting summer."



A Beautiful Wish Ch. 08



Chapter 8: The Role Model

George and Dawn crossed the threshold of their home. Upon finding the house empty, Dawn wrapped George up with her graceful arms and kissed him lovingly. Before George lost himself to her completely, he swept her up and carried her to his room. Not being able to touch her whenever he wanted at work was more difficult than he expected it to be. He was supposed to be a good role model and follow camp rules – meaning that public displays of affection where not encouraged. Now they had the whole house to themselves until his mother got home from work at six. That would give them plenty of time to be lovers again. 

Without having to say it, the room was transformed into the sex pad he created earlier. He climbed onto the massive bed and laid her down. They kissed like two horny teenagers. Or, more accurately, one horny teenager and one perpetually aroused three day old genie servant. One couldn't get enough of the urgent press from the other's lips. 

He had been given much practice since her arrival and he had learned to enjoy a tonguey smooch. It made him feel close to her, closer than he had ever felt to anyone he had ever known. It was a gift. He didn't know from who or for what, but he was thankful.

He ran his hands up and down her curves in lustful fascination, rolling around the bed as the mood took him. He preferred her to be on top so that he didn't need to worry about crushing her, although she showed no signs of discomfort when George gently pinned her to the bed. 

Dawn wrapped her thighs around his waist and pulled him in as closely as she could. The room was filled with the sounds of her rapturous sighs and moans.

Their need for the other grew as the kiss went on. After their fantastic encounter during free-swim George was satisfied, but Dawn couldn't seem to get enough of him. He loved that feeling, that she desired him in all ways, at any time. It was a great relief to be home and in private, where he didn't have to hold back for fear of what someone might see, and let himself enjoy her fully without distraction. He became more and more aroused, but sex didn't feel necessary. Kissing her, touching her, the soft warmth of her body, her legs wrapped around him. It all felt so perfect.

Eventually, his primal urges surfaced with a vengeance and he had to have her. He moved lower to kiss and caress her breasts, marveling at her soft and busty assets. 

She pulled her shirt over her head without a word, leaving her clad in just her striped bikini. The cups contained her beautiful tits, but did nothing to hide them. Dawn was sensitive there, especially at her nipples, and cooed affectionately at his attention.

George moved lower, kissing her taut stomach. He traced the lines of her lightly defined muscles with his lips and drank in her sweet and musky scent.

Dawn giggled as his fingers grazed her sides, making her breasts jiggle slightly. 

Inspired by her laughter, George gave her a loud raspberry right in the middle of her stomach.

"That is so weird!" she squealed. "Do it again!"

He gave her a good one right in her belly-button. 

Her hysterical giggling compelled him to give her more raspberries over her stomach, breasts, neck and anywhere else he could reach. She rolled around as she made half-hearted attempts at impeding him. But when George stopped, she pouted until he kissed her once more.

"You are so mean," she whimpered.

"Nuh-uh, I'm really nice sometimes."

"Sometimes, yes, but right now you are teasing me. I thought you were a kind master. I guess I was wrong."

George caught the playful twinkle in her eye. "Well, I guess I'll have to prove it too you then," he replied.

"And how are you going to do that, Meanie?"

George smiled wickedly. "Take your shorts off," he ordered.

Dawn's eyes widened at his sudden order. With alacrity George had never seen, Dawn shucked off her shorts and bikini bottoms and waited excitedly for her next order. 

George wedged his hands between her knees, and slowly pulled her thighs apart.

Dawn was panting in anticipation, "Are you really going to... oh George!"

He traced his finger down her inner thigh towards her already glistening lips. Everywhere his finger went, his lips soon followed. He slowly covered her quivering flesh in slow reverent kisses. 

Dawn watched anxiously as he inched his way closer. She was almost holding her breath as he grazed his lips across her clit, and breathed heavy in frustration as he kissed back up her other thigh.

"See, you are mean," she pouted.

As soon as he reached her knee he began to work his way back down towards her pussy. He stopped just short, and asked slyly, "Are you sure?"

She leaned her head back and shouted, "I was kidding! I did not mean it! You are kind, and sweet, and smart and handsome and well hung and well-spoken and... and..."

"And?"

"And... you smell good?"

He was about to flick her clit with his tongue, but upon hearing her last concession he looked up at her with a raised eyebrow.

"Oh, just eat my pussy already! Please?"

"Well why didn't you just say that?" he joked. Without another word, he dipped down and kissed her clit. He sucked on it lightly at first, then swirled his tongue around the engorged nub. Dawn's cries of pleasure were music to his ears. He became determined to show Dawn's amazing pussy the same reverence he held for the rest of her. He didn't rush. He took the time to explore every nuance of her sex with his fingers and tongue.

"Oh, Master! I love your mouth and your lips and your tongue! Oh please! Fuck my pussy with your mouth!"

Dawn would squeal when he reached a spot that was particularly sensitive, and worshiped that spot for a bit, taking note of its position. He found several spots like that. Obviously, her clit was one of them, but so were the folds surrounding it, along with the very inside edges of her opening. The best results came when he stimulate two, or three spots at once. 

"I cannot believe... Oh George!"

George was still learning, but did his best to prolong her first orgasm for as long as he could. However, Dawn was so receptive to anything he did that she went over the edge much more quickly then he wanted. Within five minutes she let loose an electrifying orgasm. He crawled up between the valley of her bosom to kiss her as her orgasm subsided. But he didn't feel like it was enough. 

"Are you ready for another one?" he asked when he could wrench his tongue away from hers.

"I am always ready," she breathed. "But, are you going to let me take care of you soon?"

He almost laughed, "All you do is take care of me. Let me take care of you for a change."

"W-what did I do to deserve this?" she managed, as she gazed up at him in post-orgasmic awe.

"What? I can't go down on my girlfriend without a reason?"

"Of course you can. You can do anything you want to me," she laughed. "I was just wondering if I did anything in particular to make you want to pleasure me so much."

George shrugged, "I don't know. You make me happy. Isn't that enough?"

She replied only with a sultry and loving smile.

He dipped down between her legs and began again. He didn't know why, but it was fun for him. It made her feel really good, and it gave him a measure of satisfaction to know that he was able to give her pleasure without anything in return. Though the hardness in his shorts was telling of how much he enjoyed it, and how much he needed release.

After her third orgasm, Dawn was almost wheezing with pleasure. "No more! Please, I need you inside me! Please fuck me, Master!"

George was hard as a rock and throbbing with desire for her. But just as he was about to strip off his remaining clothing, the doorbell rang, and startled him out of his lustful stupor. He jumped off the bed and made for the window to see who it was. He couldn't see the front door, but he could see a yellow sedan with the Walt's Wiches logo painted on the door.

"It's Lindsey. What's she doing here?" murmured George in frustration. His cock felt painfully full inside his shorts.

"Well, we did say she could come over any time. I guess she is taking us up on the offer. Though, I did not expect it to be so soon."

"Crap. What do I do?"

Dawn sighed lustfully, "Invite her up here and let her watch. Or let her join in. I do not care."

The image of Dawn and Lindsey writhing on his bed tempted him to wish it true. But he controlled himself. "That would be something. But not today, babe."

"Would she leave if we did not answer the door?" she asked hopefully.

"No. My car's out there. And she'll just come inside anyway. She's always been allowed to make herself welcome here."

Dawn rubbed her thighs together and eyed him seductively. "Invite her in then," she purred. "I want to see her. All of her."

George eyed her knowingly. "Hey, leave my lesbian friend alone."

She giggled, "Aww, what is the matter? Afraid I might make an honest carpet-muncher out of her?"

From downstairs, they could hear the front door open and shut. "George?" called Lindsey. "I brought booze!"

"I'm gonna go greet her," said George. 

"Alright," said Dawn with determination. "Would it be okay if I took a shower? My hair is all full of chlorine."

He chuckled in amusement, "You don't need my permission. Go ahead."

She snapped her fingers, "Right, I keep forgetting. I will be quick."

"Oh, Dawn, before you go," he began. "I wish for you to have an incredibly powerful orgasm in the shower. Let's make it the most powerful you've had yet, only you won't pass out this time. And it will happen when you least expect it."

Tingle. Flash. Dawn covered her mouth in shock before dashing off for the shower. 

George headed downstairs to meet Lindsey. She was in the kitchen with several large shopping bags. George took in a sharp breath as he caught sight of her.

"What up, George," she greeted with a bright smile.

"Uh... hi?" he managed.

It had taken George a long time to realize that he had been attracted to Lindsey. He had always liked her as a friend, but was never able to allow himself to think of her as a woman. However, as she stood there in the kitchen pulling beer and sandwiches out of bags, George's healthy affection turned into full on lust. 

She was wearing her yellow polo from work, but the buttons were completely undone. It was much tighter too, like it had been shrunk in the wash. Instead of the pants she normally wore to work, she had on a pair of khaki shorts that her father (despite his easy going nature) would not appreciate. Gone were her glasses, and her jade green eyes were on display once more. But what really sent him over the edge was her hair. It was down. For the first time that he could remember, her long fiery hair was hanging free.

"George?" she asked, interrupting his train of thought.

"Wha?" asked a slackjawed George.

"You're staring at me again," she said, almost with a giggle.

"Uh... sorry. It's just that... you're hot."

Lindsey blushed, but managed to play it off with a laugh. "Yeah, right."

George felt his heart fluttering towards her. Her body demanded that he stare, but when she blushed, George swooned. He knew then that Dawn had been right all along. Something had to happen between them.

He recovered before things got weird, and said, "No, for real. You probably hear this all the time, but you're a real babe."

She sighed in frustration. "It's just the uniform, and all this makeup. Dad thinks that he can pull in some more business if he dresses me up like a Diner Dash Barbie." She glared at him playfully, "Thanks for that, by the way."

"Me? What did I do?" he laughed.

"Dad saw that little stunt you and sleeping beauty pulled. He actually paid the kid fifty bucks for those pictures off of his phone. He wants to put me on the all the promotional materials now."

He shrugged, "You could always say no."

She shrugged, "I could. But..."

"What?"

"It's... kinda fun," she admitted finally. "And he gets so excited about it. You'd think he was starting his shop all over again."

"Wow. So staring at boobs has actually done some good for the world," said George in mock wonder.

"Hey!" she laughed as she pointed an accusing finger at him. "Watch it, buster! You're already in deep shit!"

George threw his hands up, "I'm a guy! I like tits! You're right, I'm weird."

Lindsey laughed. "I can see you like tits. What's Dawn packin'? D's? E's?"

"She said somewhere in there, yeah. What are yours? They ain't small."

Lindsey gasped and covered her breasts with her hands, presumably to show modesty. 

George thought it odd that she needed to cup them to do that. 

"Would you knock it off!" she ordered, even as her hands rested lightly on her cleavage. "I feel like I'm talking to the brother I never had nor wanted about things best never spoken off."

He threw his hands up again, "Alright, fine. I'm just say'n, they look nice."

"Yeah, right. You see one pair and suddenly you're an expert."

George had a naughty idea. "Care to wager on that?"

Lindsey squinted at him, like if she stared hard enough she could see through him. Slowly, she said, "Okay..."

"If I can guess the cup size of the bra you're wearing right now, you have to let me see you in just a bra." 

"No fucking way!" she yelled, though it was hard for George to take her seriously when she was smiling that widely.

"Oh come on, why not?" he whined. "That shirt is so tight, I can practically see them right now."

"Because… you just… can't," she stammered. She was actively holding herself now, but turned slightly so her cleavage was out of view.

"How about this: if I'm wrong, I'll let you see my tits," he grinned.

She laughed. Then she let her eyes drop to the bulge in his shorts.

George hoped he knew what she was thinking. "Or, I can give you the male review treatment," he said winking.

Lindsey was surprised, but her smile gave her away once again. "Oh really," she laughed. "Will you give me the Thunder from Down Under treatment?"

"I don't even know what that is. But if it means you'll play the game, then fuck yeah!"

She smiled as she thought. Finally, she asked, "The exact size?"

He nodded.

"Alright, it's a bet!" she squealed. "Oh I can't wait to see how you weasel your way out of this one."

George smiled widely. "Dawn? What's Lindsey's cup size?"

"S-Somewhere... in the C/D range." Even speaking telepathically, Dawn sounded like she could cum at any moment. "Of course... it depends on her... m-menstrual cycle... a-and the bra manufacturer and..."

"I mean right now. What's the size of the bra she's wearing?"

"34C. Oh! It is really nice too! Good material, and a little tight. S-So hot. Oh, Lindsey!"

Suddenly, George heard what sounded like a thump and a muffled scream.

"What was that?" asked Lindsey, baffled.

"What was what?" he replied dumbly.

She looked around, "I could have sworn I heard something."

"Huh, weird."

George had his answer, but wanted to see how far he could take this game. He stared at her chest and rubbed his chin. "Hmm," he thought out loud, "let's see here. There's that, and that curves there, and intersects at that angle..." He began making exaggerated movements with his hands like he had tools to measure her with. 

Lindsey looked at him like he was crazy, but chuckled the entire time. 

He took a step towards her and leaned in to look more closely, "...then take the square root of the hypotenuse. Hey, turn around for a second."

"What, like this?"

"Right. But put your arms up a little."

"No," she laughed as she covered herself once more. "You're just trying to catch some side-boob."

"Hey, c'mon, don't be that girl. Just put your arms up for a second."

"What does that even mean?" she mused. Though, she did raise her arms over her head.

George resumed his observations. "Okay, so I subtract that negative, drop the remainder, carry the two. Hmm, this is tough. Though it might be easier if I could get a feel for the weight." He took another step towards her, his arms outstretched for a grope.

"Hey!" she shouted as she batted away his hands. "Get your meat-hooks away from me! You can look, but no touchy."

"Oh well. Fair enough." He took a knee so that his face was level with her chest, wrapped his hands around the curve of her back and pulled her in close.

"Uh, George? You're touching me," she said shakily. Though, she didn't try to stop him.

He smirked. "What, I can't touch you at all?" George had never been this playful with Lindsey before. But he was left feeling very frisky after his time with Dawn. He wasn't afraid of the female body anymore. It now seemed like something intensely fascinating in all its softness, curves and the raw lust associated with it, that he felt like he needed to study it as closely as he could.

"No, you can touch me, it's just..."

"What?" he asked cheekily. He let his hands roam over her back, making her shirt pull even tighter across her bust.

Lindsey put her hands on his shoulders to keep from falling forward. "Okay, okay! What's your guess, Hands McGee?"

"If my calculations are correct... 34C," he said triumphantly.

She looked surprised, but not for long. She pushed away from him. "Wrong! Thanks for playing. You forgot to account for the curvature of the earth. Now let's see some tighty-whiteys!"

George eyed her suspiciously. He knew that Dawn wasn't wrong, so Lindsey must have been trying to bluff him. The old George would never have even thought to play this game, but the new George was quite ready to call her bluff.

"Alright, what is it then?" he asked as he stood up.

"I'm not telling!"

"Then how do I know I've lost. I'll need to see the tag before I concede defeat."

Lindsey went a little pale, "I can't show you, pervert. Just take my word for it."

"Hey!" he whined, "that's not fair!"

She tisk-tisked him and went back to the bags she brought with her. "See, I knew you would chicken out. Oh well."

He couldn't let it end like that. Throughout their relationship she had always been the dominant one. She was always the one to come out ahead in their dealings. And now, he knew why. She had been afraid, so she was putting the ball in his court knowing he would never actually do anything. It was a challenge, and for the first time in years, George had the courage to meet it.

Quietly, he moved behind her and slid his fingers just under the bottom of her shirt. Upon touching the skin around her hips, George felt an electric rush. He felt suddenly nervous as he touched his best friend in a way that was much more than friendly. But he didn't want to stop.

She went a bit tense and began to shiver. "George," she asked, surprised, "what are you doing?"

He wasn't sure. At first, this was just another part of the game, to embarrass her, to have a little fun. But now, it felt like he was on the threshold of something dangerous. It was exciting and scary. She didn't look like the nagging frumpy nerd he grew up with. She looked like a woman – a very sexy woman. He towered over her like he did Dawn, and he could feel goose bumps where his fingers rested on her skin. 

"I think you're lying. So I'm gonna have a look," he whispered in her ear. He sounded confidant, but inside he was ready to feint. 

"G-George, I..." she stopped as George began to slowly move his fingertips up her body, pushing the tight polo with it. She moved to block him, but then had a moment where she didn't seem to know what to do with her hands - stopping and starting a hundred different actions. She eventually settled on resting them on the kitchen counter, and bending very slightly to push back against him. 

George felt his cock harden immediately.




A Beautiful Wish Ch. 08



More and more of her creamy skin came into view as he pushed the shirt higher. As he reached the beginnings of the satin garment, his hands began to shake. He was then faced with a pivotal decision: should he stop, get the size off the tag and let her go, or should he let his lust guide him. He wanted to reach forward and touch her breasts, to lean in and kiss her neck. He wanted to take her right there in the kitchen.

Then he remembered, Lindsey was his friend, what would this do to their relationship if he kept pushing? He needed her. He had always needed her. Could he change all that for the sake of a quick feel?

He chickened out. He dragged his fingers around to her back – reveling in the sumptuous contours of her muscles and flesh - and pushed the shirt up over the swell of her breasts just enough to read the tag.

"34C. Hah! I was right! You liar." He pulled away from her. "Uh, not bad," he said. A hint of embarrassment crept back into his voice.

Astonished, and a bit flushed, she asked, "How the fuck did you do that?"

"I don't know. I probably cheated."

Lindsey gave him a smoky look as she smoothed out her shirt, "So, I guess I lose."

He scratched the back of his head as he tried to avoid her eyes. It was what he wanted, but he couldn't believe he had taken their game so far. "Uh, you don't have to if you don't want to. It was just a lucky guess."

She frowned, "You mean, you don't want to get a peek?"

"Oh I do! Don't get me wrong. I just didn't expect to be right. I was just playin', really."

She rested her hands on her hips and smiled, pleased by the fact that the balance of power had shifted back to herself. "And if you had gotten it wrong, would you have danced around in your underwear like an Australian beefcake?"

He laughed nervously, "I would if I was actually wearing underwear."

"Oh," she gasped. "That means you are almost giving me a show right now, huh?"

"Hey. Since when are you so preoccupied with dudes in their underwear?"

"It's not all guys… look, you won the bet so I have to hold up my end. Lord knows how it came to this, but a bet's a bet."

She reached down and took hold of her yellow polo in that sexy way all women do when they are about to peel off a shirt much too tight for them. As she was about to roll it upwards, she stopped and giggled nervously.

"Stop staring at me like that!" she smiled.

"Like what?" he asked.

"Like… I don't know… like you want to fuck me or something."

"How would you like me to look at you?" he asked, his voice lower and softer.

George continued to stare. And he wasn't sure how it happened, but they had moved very close to one another. If he wanted to, George could reach out and take her hand.

She stared back at him, in a way not unlike Dawn's heavenly gaze. The one that made him go soft everywhere but the one place he needed to be hard.

Without another word Lindsey pulled the top over her head. As her long fiery hair swung free again she stood up straight and pushed her chest forward a bit.

George wasn't surprised to learn that she was so beautiful. She had wonderful white skin with toned and sexy abs and arms. Her breasts, while not as large as Dawns, were still full and perky, and the white satin bra cradling them looked more like something out of a lingerie catalogue than something an assistant manager at a sandwich shop would wear.

She smiled widely, and added, "You're staring at me again."

"If you were me right now, you'd be staring too."

They locked eyes for a long moment. She seemed pleasantly surprised about something, and said, finally, "There is something so different about you."

"I've been hearing that a lot lately," he replied.

She thought about it for a moment longer, but then she seemed to remember that she was standing there without a shirt on. "Phew!" she said as she fanned her face. "Is it hot in here? I'm burning up." She reached into a bag a pulled out a six-pack of longnecks. "Want one?"

"Uh… sure," he said, unsure if he really wanted a drink or not.

She took hold of the beer, popped the top and gave him a quick toast. She raised the neck of the bottle up to her lips and licked the rim before taking the tip into her mouth. She closed her eyes, leaned her head back, and gulped it down without missing a drop. 

George watched Lindsey's throat contract and release as she accepted the liquid into her, fascinated on many levels.

Lindsey slammed the empty bottle on the counter and wiped her mouth. "George, would you stop staring."

"Uh... sorry. I just never saw anything like that."

"It's one of the first things you learn in college. When me and my friends walk into a party, there's like, twenty guys offering drinks. My sorority makes pledges build up a tolerance before they let us go out. For safety, I guess."

They both laughed.

"Here," she said as she grabbed two bottles and handed one to George.

George stared at the bottle. He had never given much thought to drinking. His mother never drank, though she didn't actively demonize it either. Even so, he imagined that she wouldn't approve.

"Hey, you gonna drink it or look at it?" She was already taking swigs.

George wrestled with his mother's image a bit more, but won out quickly. He was certainly curious as to what the fuss was all about. He mentally shrugged, then wrapped his hands around the top and twisted. The cap didn't come free as easily as he thought it would.

"Oh, wait. Those aren't twist offs. Let me..."

"Ow, fuck!" yelled George as the cap pinged off the floor. He looked at his hand and just as blood was beginning to pour out of a jagged slash on his palm, the wound sealed itself like nothing had happened.

"Oh George! Are you okay?" she cried as she bounded toward him.

He pulled his hand in close to his body in an attempt to hide the lack of an injury. "It's alright, I got it."

"Let me see..."

"No, Lindsey, it's fine..."

She wrestled with him as he tried to keep his hand away from her. She backed him up against the stove-top leaving him with nowhere to go. She finally took hold of his hand and examined it. "Ya big weeney! There's nothing wrong with you!"

The struggle had left her practically on top of him. Lindsey seemed to notice at the same time as George, because she stopped all movement and looked up at him. 

George thought her expression resembled someone who had just seen their first fireworks show, and imagined that he resembled the same.

After a few awkward moments, she dropped her eyes back to his hand. She began to examine it more closely, tracing the lines in his palm with her fingertips. The gentle sensations radiating from her touch reminded him of the first time Dawn touched him. The feeling flowed through his entire body, including his cock. With her pressed against him she must have noticed, but she didn't pull away. 

He let her flip his hand over when she made to see the other side.

"You have really nice hands," she said, her voice noticeably softer.

She placed her palm against his and compared the length. Though her hands were not as delicate as Dawn's, they were much smaller than George's. Her fingertips reached just below his last knuckle. 

George couldn't stop himself. His fingers curled over hers and intertwined.

Lindsey looked up at him again, her beautiful jade green eyes unrestrained. She whetted her lips and parted them slightly as she eyed his, and began to move closer.

George closed his eyes tightly. He felt like his heart was beating twenty times a second, and swallowed hard. They were about to do something that could never be undone, but he couldn't stop.

But nothing happened. He looked down at her and she had faltered. 

She pulled back, and kissed one of his knuckles entwined with hers. "All better then?" she whispered.

"Hey Lindsey!" glowed Dawn as she bounded down the stairs.

Lindsey separated herself from George immediately and looked around furtively for her misplaced shirt. "H-hey Dawn. I didn't know you were here."

George caught sight of Dawn, who was wearing the same extra large dress shirt she had worn her first morning. The outline of a light blue push-up bra was clearly visible through the partially wet garment. Her shoulder was exposed like before, but instead of boxer shorts she had a pair of matching panties. Her golden brown hair was still a little damp.

"I live here actually. Oh! What did you bring me?" she smiled.

Lindsey became very flustered, "Uh, just some extra sandwiches and some beer. I finished at the shop and I thought I'd bring lunch."

"See, I knew there was a reason I liked you," joked George.

"Gee, thanks," replied Lindsey.

"How did you get the booze? Swipe it from dad?" George asked.

"Nope. Another thing that becomes necessary in college is one of these." She went into her purse and pulled out her I.D.

George took it and examined it. "You aren't twenty-six!"

"That says I am, so there," she stuck her tongue at him.

Dawn was suspiciously quiet. 

George looked over to see her staring hungrily at Lindsey. 

"Lindsey, you look amazing," Dawn said. She sauntered over to her and ran a hand through her long red hair, "I love it when you leave your hair down."

Lindsey blushed, "Oh, t-thanks Dawn. I like yours too. It's a good color."

"And, I do believe," Dawn dropped her eyes to the swell of Lindsey's breasts, "that your bra is too small for you." She looked up and smiled wickedly.

George expected Lindsey to run for the hills – that would have been his first inclination. But to his surprise she answered right back. "And your shirt looks like it belongs on someone... bigger."

Dawn replied, "If you only knew." 

Lindsey acknowledged Dawn's innuendo with a saucy grin.

George spotted a small bag on the table with the logo of a local video game store. He opened it up before Lindsey could stop him, and asked, "What's this?" 

Lindsey winced, "A game. I was hoping that we could play it together... all of us."

"Really?" squealed Dawn. "Aww, Lindsey, that is so nice of you!" She wrapped Lindsey up in tight hug. Her hands roamed up and down Lindsey's back, her fingernails dragging gently across the red-head's creamy skin. 

George was about to call her on the fact that she didn't know Dawn was going to be there, but stopped himself when he remembered that he didn't want to scare her away. He was certain that something was going to happen between the three of them, he just needed to let it.

"Geez! You're so dramatic," joked Lindsey. "I just wanted to play some video games with other people for a change. You don't have to get all mushy on me."

George motioned like he was scolding a dog, "Down girl."

It took some effort, but Lindsey eventually peeled Dawn off of her.

The three grabbed what food they wanted and relocated to George's room, which had gone back to its normal state. George didn't have a couch, so the three sat on the edge of his bed in front of his small television. When he forgot the beer Lindsey called him a doofus and went down to get it.

"Why is the alcohol so important?" asked Dawn.

"I don't know. I've never had any. But I guess... Lindsey's been doing some drinking at school. You don't have to have any if you don't want."

"I am anxious to try it. I have only been here a short time, and already I have seen many references to the power of alcohol."

"Okay. Just be careful with the stuff. I've heard of some sad stories involving too much alcohol and lowered inhibitions," he warned.

"I will be fine. I have you to protect me from the big mean lesbian." She gave him a quick peck on his cheek.

Just then, Lindsey popped back into the room with two six packs – one of which she had opened before – and the open bottle that George had not started. Sadly, she had put her shirt back on, but when George looked closer he was having trouble seeing the lines of her bra.

"Okay," she began, "let's play a few practice matches so Dawn can learn the controls. Then we'll play for real."

She popped the game in and handed them each a controller. 

George was glad that Lindsey was back to her old bossy self. She was never unreasonable or cruel, but she always seemed to know what to do next and didn't like wasting time convincing people that she was right. George had learned to enjoy a small measure of control around Dawn, but he also enjoyed Lindsey's self-assured nature.

The game was a simple kart racer, with bright colors and fun power-ups. George had never played it, but caught on very fast as it was similar to other games he had played. Lindsey was beating him soundly in the first couple of tracks, but by the third he had managed to make it a race. 

Meanwhile, Dawn was having trouble making her kart go straight. "Oh! What is wrong with this thing," she shouted as she turned her controller like she was steering a car.

"Wait, Babe, you're holding the controller wrong. Use your thumbs, like me."

She had twisted her fingers around as if she were trying to type out a message. Upon learning the correct position, with thumbs on the control sticks and index fingers on the shoulder buttons, she said, "Ohhhhh. This makes a lot more sense."

It took another few races, but Dawn eventually got a hang of the controls.

"Okay!" exclaimed Lindsey. "Ready for the real fun? From now on, everyone who doesn't get first place has to chug a beer."

"Holy hell!" cried George. "You trying to get me wasted?"

"Oh come on, mama's boy. I've had a long day at work and now I want to get drunk with my friends."

He hadn't thought about her visit in that way, but Lindsey didn't show up to spoil his fun with Dawn. She was there because she was his friend, and she wanted to be with him. He realized then how much he had missed her. Taking one last look at the opened, but full bottle next to him, George gave her a quick toast and downed it as quickly as he could. It tasted foul, like he imagined stagnant water would taste like. But he didn't let up. Soon his first beer was lined up on the floor next to hers.

Lindsey looked on in silence until he came to the last few gulps. She and Dawn cheered for him until it was all gone. "Nice one, George. How was it?"

"Like drinking ram's piss," he said as he faked a gag. "Gimme another."

"That's the spirit! You want one, Dawn?"

Lindsey popped the cap and offered her a bottle. 

Dawn took it hesitantly. "Well... here's to Lindsey, my new best friend." She took a big gulp and immediately grimaced in discomfort, as she fought to keep the bitter liquid in her mouth.

"Let it go right down your throat," offered Lindsey. "If it hits your tongue then yeah, it's not going to be that pleasant."

Dawn acknowledged with her eyes and tried again. This time she was able to keep going, though a few drops escaped her seal on the bottle and dribbled down her chin.

When the last bit was gone Dawn gasped for breath. "Wow," she breathed, "do people really like this stuff?"

Lindsey got started on opening up more bottles. "It's not chocolate milk, but it'll give you a nice buzz. This isn't my favorite kind though. That shit's expensive."

George took another open bottle from Lindsey. "So losers drink. Is that the rule?"

"Well... we don't have to play that way if you guys don't want to."

"No way! I've already given in to the peer pressure. I'm not gonna stop now. What about you, Dawn?" He added in his mind, "Don't do it if you don't want to. I won't be mad."

"Let's get wasted!" she exclaimed.

The game began again. George was not a competitive person, but the added penalty for losing was pushing him to try harder. He and Dawn lost the first race and downed their second beer. It wasn't as bad as the first, but it still didn't taste good. He realized that if he kept this up, he and Dawn were going to be too drunk to stand by dinner time. He felt a bit sorry for Dawn. She was getting better at the game, but she still wasn't in the same league as he and Lindsey. On top of that, he figured she wouldn't have any real tolerance for alcohol since she had never tried it before. George didn't have a tolerance either, but it would take longer to affect him thanks to his size. In the next race, he focused all his attention on sabotaging Lindsey, to give Dawn a chance to win.

It was a close match, but Dawn managed to sneak into first place at the last minute. She jumped up and danced happily, "I won, I won! I am the best gamer alive!"

"Nice job, Babe!"

Lindsey got wise, "Hey, you're teaming up! Shenanigans!"

"I quote Sun Tzu, 'All's fair in love and video games.'"

"He did not say that!" she laughed. "Fine, if that's the way you want to play it!"

In the next race, George was beginning to pull away when Lindsey reached down and yanked his controller loose.

George yelped comically as his racer careened into a lake, and scrambled to get his controller back in the slot. But it was too late. By the time he was sorted, Dawn and Lindsey had finished the race.

"Hey," he pointed at Lindsey, "how dare you stoop to my level."

"I quote Abraham Lincoln," she mocked, "Cheat to win. Now drink!"

George looked at their supply of beer. After the two that he and Dawn had to drink, there were only two left. "Hey Lindsey, looks like we only have enough for one more game."

Dawn was already gulping hers down. She seemed to be over her initial revulsion. When she was done she dropped the bottle and put her hand on her forehead. "Phew, I think... I am feeling funny."

George was feeling woozy too. However, Lindsey didn't seem to be that affected.

"Alright," she said, "let's have one more game like this, and then we'll think of some other penalties."

In the last booze race, George was determined to make Lindsey lose. At first, he just tried to race well, but he hit a few turns wrong and Lindsey was ahead of him again. Then he tried to sabotage her so that maybe Dawn could win, but she was too far back and Lindsey was too far ahead. He didn't know whether it was the beer, or something else, but something inside told him to grab her. He dropped the controller and started tickling her.

"No, no! Stop, stop! No fair!" she cried.

George was ruthless, and dug his fingers into her everywhere he could reach. However, without realizing it, George had come dangerously close to grabbing her breasts. It was the one place she didn't seem to be guarding.

She didn't seem to mind. And her giggling changed in tone from hysterical to sultry. He couldn't help but get hard again. Touching her was some forbidden taboo he didn't understand, and he knew he wanted to do it again soon. 

The race ended with Dawn the clear winner, with George and Lindsey's racers stopped in their tracks. "I win again! Drink up you two."

George let up, and Lindsey smacked his shoulder as she straightened her shirt, which had ridden up passed her stomach. "Dawn, you need to have a chat with your boyfriend. He's a little grabby."

"Actually, I am the grabby one. Just ask him."

Lindsey shot a questioning look at George.

He shrugged, "Let's just say I can't take her to the supermarket unless I'm wearing underwear."

"Since when don't you wear underwear?"

"Actually, I'm not wearing any right now," he said with a much exaggerated wink.

"I know." Lindsey gave an intoxicated laugh, "And if that's your best pick-up line..."

"I play to my strengths," he smirked.

George and Lindsey finished their last beers. The final tally held George in last place. Having lost all four races and drinking one before, his total stood at five beers. Lindsey and Dawn both won twice and lost twice, but Lindsey had two before they even started and Dawn had one. This put Lindsey at four and Dawn at three.

"I wanna play some more," cried Dawn, the alcohol clearly effecting her more.




A Beautiful Wish Ch. 08



"Alright, uh... Oh! I got it. Let's play truth or dare. Only, whoever wins gets to ask the question to the losers."

Dawn asked, "How do we play that? I thought we were racing."

"You've never played truth or dare?" asked Lindsey incredulously.

"Nope," replied a rapidly buzzing Dawn.

It was really starting to hit George. His vision was a bit fuzzy and his head felt heavy. "It's easy, no problem, for real. All you gotta do is answer the... hold on. We race first. Then whoever wins asks the loser, 'Truth or dare?'" he added with flare. "Then, if they say truth," he held up his hand like he was in court, "then they ask him a question that he has to answer. And you're suppose to ask questions that you wouldn't normally ask. For dares you... uh... you..."

"If you say dare," continued Lindsey, "you have to do whatever they tell you."

"Right! Thanks Lindsey. I'm not thinkin' right... right now."

She laughed, and then remembered, "Oh! We need a penalty. In case you don't want to tell the truth or do the dare, you have to do this instead."

"Let's not make it anything gross," said George, "I don't know what you crazy coeds are thinkin', but I've heard some nasty ones."

Lindsey threw her hands up, "Alright, okay. Let's keep it fun... hmm. Oh I wish I had more beer," she grumbled.

Dawn chirped, "I have an idea! How about you have to take off a piece of clothing."

"Oh! I like that one," nodded George emphatically.

Lindsey looked hesitant, "I don't know... I mean, you guys have already seen each other naked..."

Dawn put a hand on Lindsey's knee, "Please, Lindsey? It will be fun." 

She was about to protest, but gave up under Dawn's beautiful stare. "Okay then. Let's play. I want to ask you some tough questions while you're buzzed enough to answer them."

"You gotta beat me first, you red-headed weasel."

The three raced again. This time Lindsey easily beat the other two, due mainly to George going the wrong way on accident, and Dawn having fun trying to ram him. Neither even realized where Lindsey was until the victory music started playing.

"Ahh shit, already?" pouted George.

"I almost had you," pointed Dawn, laughing. "You were steering all crazy."

Lindsey interrupted their giggling, "Okay, truth or dare?"

George turned to Dawn, "Oh, I don't know, babe. What do you think?"

Dawn bit her lip as she thought. "Mmm... truth?"

Lindsey turned towards them and sat Indian-style on the bed. "Okay... uh... Oh! This is for both of you. What is the one thing you like the most about the others. So Dawn, what do you like most about George, and what do you like most about me. There, that isn't too bad right George?"

George thought hard, and asked, "You mean physically?"

She replied, "If that's what you like most about them…"

"Hmm," he thought, "that's hard."

Dawn raised her hand like she was in first grade, "I have my answer!"

Lindsey giggled more than usual and finally seemed to be at least slightly inebriated. "Okay, go for it."

"First," Dawn began, "I really like a lot of things about George. But if I had to pick just one, I would have to go with his… COCK!"

The threesome erupted in laughter. George doubled over and rolled onto his side, covering his crotch in embarrassment.

"I am kidding, of course. Oh do not worry, Hotstuff. I like that too." She winked suggestively. "But what I love most about him is his purity."

Lindsey looked puzzled. "His purity? I don't get it."

"It is difficult to explain, but he has this power over me that I could not resist, even if I wanted to. He could do anything to me, make me do anything. He could command it and I would obey."

"Hah!" Lindsey guffawed, "I can't imagine feeling compelled to obey anyone. 'Cept for my dad, of course. But even then, I give him hell."

Dawn continued, and looked around absently as she thought out loud. "But here is the point I am trying to make. George does not do that. He has all this power and he refuses to abuse it. He is incorruptible. It is so freeing to be able to trust someone like that."

"I think I know what you are saying. He has power over you, and power corrupts. But George doesn't let it," answered Lindsey. She turned to George, "You always were a big softy."

George smiled, "Not when I got half naked chicks running around my house."

Lindsey laughed nervously as she shook her head. "Alright, what about me?" 

Dawn put a finger to her lips as she thought. "Well, I have not known you very long, but there are so many things that I like already… Oh! I know! I like how you mix beauty and brains. It is so rare to find a woman who is both intelligent and gorgeous. You must drive the college boys wild."

It was Lindsey's turn to blush. "Oh stop," she said.

Dawn lightly smacked the top of Lindsey's hand and said, "I am serious! I am surprised that you did not bring home a sexy boy-toy."

Lindsey giggled some more, "That's about all the guys are good for in college. If they are sober enough. But I'm not the kind of girl who does that kind of thing. Not lightly, anyway." She pushed a few wayward strands of hair behind her ear and turned to George, "Your turn, Georgey boy."

George had been listening to Dawns attempts to get Lindsey to talk about her love life with great interest, but hadn't been thinking very hard about his answer. He had to think fast. "Well, uh… for Dawn…"

"Yes?" she said sweetly.

"I'm thinking," he said.

"Think harder," joked Dawn.

"I'm thinking, I'm thinking," he said desperately. 

Lindsey eyed him intently. "Don't think too hard," she said.

"Wait. Hold on. Why do I have to pick just one thing? Why can't I just like every little stupid little thing about you guys?"

"Are you saying you will not answer the question?" asked Dawn.

"Well… no. It's just… I can't just pick one thing in particular. I mean, I don't look at one quality Lindsey has and say, 'it's a good thing she's got a great ass or I just couldn't stand the bitch,' or, 'gee, I sure do like the way she sucks on a popsicle. Let's be friends with that chick for the rest of my life.'"

Lindsey turned to Dawn, "I think he needs to lose his shirt."

Dawn nodded, "Mmm-hmm. He is being very uncooperative."

"Just hold on, would you? I'm drunk and stupid right now!"

"Lindsey, would you do the honors?" Dawn asked with a wicked smile.

"Are you sure? He's your boyfriend."

George, amused but nervous, tried to protest, but was silenced by Dawn suddenly smothering him in a tonguey kiss. Without thinking, he reached up and roughly palmed Dawn's breasts through her white dress shirt. In response, she ran her fingers through his hair, making it look wild and messy. 

Through all the stimulation, he barely noticed the other set of fingers that had slipped underneath his lifeguard tank. Lindsey pushed the shirt up his hard stomach and chest, dragging her palms along his skin, before pulling it over his head.

Dawn disengaged from him, and the girls sat back to look upon the devastation they had wrought. George, half-naked and drunk, looked as though he had been mugged. But the smile on his face was telling of how much fun he was having.

The girls looked at each other and giggled. Dawn cheered, "Next game!" 

George tried his best to beat Lindsey but ran into an unlucky streak in the last lap of the race, setting him firmly behind her.

Damn!" hissed George. "Dawn, we need to get her drunker, cuz I can't avoid a water hazard if it was running away from me."

"Mwa ha ha," cackled Lindsey. "All part of my insidious plan to take over ze world. Truth or dare?"

George and Dawn exchanged questioning looks. Neither seemed to be sure what they should pick.

"Uhh... truth for me," shrugged George.

Lindsey grin wickedly. "How big is your cock?"

George fell back on the bed again and laughed deeply. "Oh my God! I can't believe I walked into this!"

"You wanted to play! Spill it or strip!"

George chuckled. "So, either I tell you how big it is, or I have to take off my shorts and show you?"

Lindsey shrugged and smirked. "Them's the breaks," she said.

He didn't feel like there was anything wrong with her knowing but felt very defiant in the light of her sudden interest. She had already tried to find out that afternoon once before. But he didn't want to just tell her. And he didn't feel like he should be whipping out his junk so easily.

"Dawn, you tell her. She'll think I'm lying," he said truthfully.

"That's true," Lindsey chuckled. "Dawn?"

Dawn looked around and found one of the empty beer bottles lying unceremoniously on the floor. She picked it up and measured it with her hands, with her palm hovering an inch above the mouth of the bottle.

"About... there," she said finally.

Lindsey balked. "Okay, whatever. Nobody's that big. And how would it fit if it was?"

"Very, very well," was Dawn's reply.

Lindsey turned to George, "Is she lying?"

George laughed, "You wouldn't believe me. You won't believe Dawn. Do I have to show you? Come here." George stood up quickly and walked around to Lindsey's side of the bed. He began untying the laces of his board shorts.

Lindsey realized what he was doing. She tried to act disgusted as she crawled away from him, even though she was giggling the entire time. But Dawn intercepted her and barred her arms behind her back.

George followed her while he held up his shorts with his thumbs. "Here, come on! This is what you wanted wasn't it!" he joked.

"I take it back!" Lindsey cried. "I believe you! I believe you!"

"That's better," he said. He tied up his shorts once again.

They picked up their controllers and began again. He messaged to Dawn, "Hey, do me a favor and win this one. I want you to get a turn to ask Lindsey a sexy question."

"Okay, but what if she wants a dare?"

"I'm sure you can think of something."

Tingle. Flash. George suddenly felt Dawn's hands caressing his cock inside his shorts. He looked down expecting to see her leaning over his lap, worshiping his member as she was fond of doing. But Dawn was on her side of the bed, preparing herself for the race, though he swore he saw a knowing smile form at the corner of her mouth.

As the race began, George thought he heard Lindsey breath in sharply. He glanced her way briefly and noticed that her white skin looked unusually flushed. He realized why immediately as Dawn's invisible hands caressed his cock, followed by a pair of lips engulfing him. Dawn's technique was flawless and kept right on the edge of orgasm as he tried to race well. Periodically, he would hear small, sharp intakes of breath coming from Lindsey, who must have been feeling something similar. 

Whatever Dawn was doing was working. George couldn't catch a break and Lindsey kept uncharacteristically driving off cliffs. 

"Woohoo!" Dawn bellowed as she crossed the finish line and was rewarded by the victory music. She swung her arms about as she danced to the cute little tune.

George felt the invisible lips pull off of him and was finally able to think more clearly. Though, he was still drunk.

"Wow," said Lindsey as her senses returned to her, "I couldn't get anything going in that one."

George asked, "You okay? You've been mopping the floor with us all day."

She pushed him lightly. "I'm fine," she said, as though George were an over-concerned parent. "I can't win them all, even as amazing as I am at video games."

Dawn bounced as she asked excitedly, "Truth or dare, friend?"

Lindsey blew a strand of hair out of her face in frustration. "I'll take dare I guess. If only to mix things up a little."

"George?"

George spoke, "Dare," with great excitement. He couldn't wait to find out what sexy surprise Dawn would have in store for him.

Dawn replied, "Oh goody! That means I can include you both. You guys have to give me a massage. A full body massage, to relax all of my sore muscles after my first day of work."

George, in his stupor, was ready to tackle her and massage the parts he liked the most. 

Dawn was ready for him. "George, you get to massage my aching feet. Lindsey, would you do my shoulders and back?"

Lindsey looked like she might be considering losing her shoes. However, her face betrayed her thought process as she went from, "Hell no, I'd rather be naked!" to, "Oh, why the hell not."

"Alright," said Lindsey finally, "I'm not very good at this though. You might regret this dare."

Dawn instructed her to lean against the headboard and then scooted between her legs. 

George placed her unsurprisingly elegant-looking feet in his lap and began massaging the soles as best he could. He had never massaged anyone before, especially not anyone's feet. 

Lindsey started on Dawn's shoulders with as much evidence to her inexperience.

After a minute, Dawn seemed to be yelping in pain as much as pleasure. 

George thought there had to be a better way. "Dawn? Does that feel good at all?"

"You are doing better then she is, but you both could use some lessons."

That gave George an idea. "Dawn, I wish that Lindsey and I be gifted with the knowledge of how to give a very potent and sensual massage."

Tingle. Flash. "Oh!" moaned Dawn out loud.

Suddenly, it became very obvious to George just how he should be touching her. It was almost as if Dawn's feet were his own, and his fingers could unlock the tension in every nook and cranny of her body.

Lindsey's kneading of Dawn's shoulders became much more focused and intentional. "Wow, this isn't as hard as I thought it was."

"You are very good at this, Lindsey. You too George, I am in heaven right now."

"I could do better if this shirt wasn't in the way," said Lindsey almost to herself. She put her hand over her mouth as she tried to backpedal, "I mean... you know what I mean."

"I think I do," said Dawn with a hint of lust creeping into her voice. Without asking, she reached under her shirt and lifted it over her head, leaving her clad in only her light blue push-up bra. "There you go," she giggled.

"Jesus," Lindsey muttered, as she admired Dawn's incredible body.

George's hands began to creep from her feet up to her ankles and calves. Her skin was so smooth that his hands glided over her without effort.

Dawn cooed, "Mmm, George, you have such warm hands. Lindsey, will you go a bit lower?"

"Uh, sure. Okay..." Shaking, Lindsey placed her hands just under the fuzzy undercoat of Dawn's silky hair and pushed down her spine. 

George could feel goosebumps forming on Dawn's long legs. 

Lindsey asked, "How's that? Am I doing it right?"

"Oh, that's so good," moaned Dawn. She arched her back and leaned her head back against Lindsey's shoulder. Her perky breasts pushed forward and stretched her bra to its limit. She placed her hands on Lindsey's thighs and seemed to be rubbing them unconsciously. 

George continued with his new found mastery over the art of massage, as he watched his two favorite girls caress each other. He detected a profound flush in Lindsey's cheeks. She carried a determined look, but her arousal was clear from the sound of her breathing.

"That's it guys. Oh yeah. Keep going Lindsey. Please."

Lindsey didn't respond. Her hands crept along Dawn's lower back and let her fingers curl around Dawn's sides. Slowly, Lindsey slid along to Dawn's stomach, and pressed downwards. Her thighs rubbed against Dawn's. Then, she closed her eyes and pressed her fingertips to the edge of Dawn's panties.

Suddenly, the door downstairs opened loudly and then slammed shut. "George! Dawn!"

All three of them were tossed hard out of their collective fantasy. Lindsey was especially flustered. "Oh shit!," she muttered. "Let me get all this trash. Shit, shit, shit!" She crawled quickly off the bed and hurriedly tossed the empty bottles into a bag. "Uh, I'm gonna go. I'll see you guys later." She almost ran out of the room leaving George and Dawn anxious as to her well-being.

"Oh hi, Lindsey! Is George around?" heard George.

"In his room, gotta go, bye!"

The front door slammed shut.

"Is she alright, Dawn?"

Dawn concentrated for a moment. "I am... uncertain. She is feeling very embarrassed and exposed. I was trying not to force her into anything, but she seemed so receptive. It would seem, your friend is afraid of where our relationship is going. She does not want you know that she is attracted to women, for fear that you will treat her differently."

George sighed, "That's a shame. For a moment there I thought something was going to happen."

"It almost did," replied Dawn wistfully. "All of her barriers were down. But... she may not be ready for this. She desperately wants to though. She is just so afraid of changing what you both share."

George thought through the heaviness in his head. He knew that Lindsey wanted him. And he knew she wanted Dawn as well. But the only reason he knew that was because Dawn told him so. He had no reason not to trust Dawn's insights, but having a cheat sheet on his friend, and everybody else, felt unfair.

"Here's what I think," he started as he forced away the fuzzy feeling in his head. "Just because she wants to do something, doesn't mean she wouldn't mind if someone forced her to."

Dawn nodded in agreement, "That seems wise. But, George, what if she never gathers up the courage to go through with it? I do not wish to see our relationship stall."

He hadn't thought about that. What if she chose not to go further? What if the worst case scenario happened, and she decided to forget him? Or even worse, found somebody else? Since he had learned of Lindsey's affection for him, and her attraction to Dawn, he hadn't bothered to think about what she would actually choose. 

"I don't want that either." He hung his head low in disappointment, "But... we should be willing to let her go... if that's what she wants." The reality of that statement hit him hard in the gut. The buzz he had been feeling was leaving very quickly.

Dawn had felt it too. "I would be very sad... if we lost her."

George stood and walked towards the door, but stopped to lean on the frame. He felt very lame all of a sudden. He felt like his old self, that gave up when things didn't go his way. He hated feeling like that. 

He turned, and with quiet resolve he said, "Let's not lose her then. We'll be her friend first. That's what we should be. If things progress from there then we'll let them. Until then, let's treat her like she deserves to be treated, not like a potential harem girl. She's worth more than that."

Dawn sat up straight and looked very impressed, "Yes, Master."

He smiled. That was the way his father had treated people, and George felt damn good to finally be emulating him.

"George!" Jessica called. "Come help me unload the car, please!"

"Be right down, Mom!" he shouted back.

Dawn crawled off the bed and put her shirt back on, while a pair of khaki shorts appeared around her waist. As she tried to stumble passed George into the hallway, he wrapped an arm around her hips and pulled her close. A tender kiss ensued.

"You're worth it too," he said.

Her heavenly look returned, the one that let George know that he was doing everything right. She replied, "I know."

After they helped unpack even more groceries, Jessica set about making dinner. There were only a few things she didn't have after George went shopping the day before, but she admitted that it had been a long while since she had made dinner for as many people as would be there that night, and she hadn't planned for it. Aside from George, Dawn and Jessica, Hayley and Corina were coming home, and their father, Richard, would be staying as well.

Dawn accepted Jessica's invitation to help her cook with great enthusiasm. Though Dawn was still a bit tipsy, she could follow directions without difficulty. Jessica was making lasagna – her specialty and one of George's favorites. It wasn't especially hard to make and his mother never had time to make any of the ingredients from scratch. Even so, George loved it. And he really loved when she made enough for him to have it again the next day. 




A Beautiful Wish Ch. 08



Dawn's job was to bake a cake using directions on the back of a box. She was atwitter with the new experience of making food. Of course, she knew what everything was called and what it was used for, but the subtle nuances that could only come from experience – which George and Jessica had always taken for granted - were completely lost on Dawn. For example, she knew that if she mixed all the ingredients together like it said on the box and baked it for the amount of time it specified, she would be making a cake. But she didn't know that the eggshells were not part of the recipe, or how well she was supposed to mix the ingredients together. What she pulled out of the oven was nothing short of awesome, if only for its epic failure.

She was immensely sorry. Luckily, cake mix had been on sale that day and she had chance to redeem herself. This time Jessica took a much more hands on approach in Dawn's baking escapades. The results were more encouraging.

The kitchen was not large, so George opted to stay out of their way. But he did keep them company. From his seat at the breakfast table he watched the two women interact. It was a very natural thing to see his mother and his girlfriend conversing while they worked. They fell into a synchronous rhythm as they darted around the kitchen, opening cupboards, clearing counter-space and stirring this or that. He couldn't help but feel like, for a very brief moment in time, everything was well.

Even still, he felt separate from that scene. He spoke very little, and while the women didn't ignore him he couldn't help but feel like he was intruding on something. 

Dawn noticed. "Are you alright, Master? You seem sad."

"It's nothing, Babe. I'm just enjoying the view."

That didn't seem to satisfy her. She had just finished mixing so she dislodged one of the whisks caked in batter and wiped off a large glob. "Here Hotstuff, taste this and tell me if I did it right." She was grinning widely.

He was about to wipe it off her finger with his own, but Dawn recoiled. "Uh uh. Open up," she said cutely.

George rolled his eyes. He knew that Dawn was trying to make him feel more welcome, but he was just so used to everyone leaving him to himself. And he wasn't sure how much his mom would appreciate watching him lick cake batter off of his girlfriend. But he complied, and pulled her hand in close so he could suck the glob from her delicate finger.

"Well, how did I do?"

George was surprised at how much the act of licking food off of Dawn turned him on. He was also pleased that this cake was turning out much better than the first. "You did great, Babe."

Dawn breathed a sigh of relief. "Well that is good. At the rate I was going, we were going to be all out of cake."

"Are you done with the mixer?"

"I think so."

"Well then gimme the whisk, I'll clean it off."

"No, no, that is not necessary. I will clean it."

Jessica chimed in, "He wants to lick the leftover junk from the whisk."

Dawn looked at the utensil in her hand until the eureka moment hit her. "Oh! How fun! Here you go, Hotstuff."

She offered the goopy mess to George and he took it gladly. "Get the other one, Babe, and we'll share. It's been a long time since I've done this."

Jessica spoke as she was putting the lasagna in an oven, "It's so cute how you guys call each other those names. Did George tell you that I used to call his father Hotstuff?"

"He did," said Dawn as she grabbed the other whisk and began licking it clean. "Your husband sounds like he was a very special man."

"Henry was wonderful," Jessica said wistfully. "The love of my life. George is so much like him it's unbelievable."

George felt the undeniable urge to leave the room. Even when speaking of his father fondly, George could not bring himself to be happy. He felt the pleasantness that had come so naturally disintegrate into guilt. As quietly as he could, George attempted to sidle out of the kitchen.

"Master, where are you going?"

He stopped. "Um... I'm just going back up to my room for a bit."

"Please don't go," she pleaded.

"I... but Dawn..."

"Please."

George turned back around, ready to give Dawn a defiant look before he made off again. But as he met her hopeful eyes he felt very stupid for even considering the thought. He hung his head and sighed heavily as he sat back down.

"Tell me about him," Dawn said to Jessica.

"Henry? We met in my junior year of college. He and Richard were in their last year of law school and I guess were having a competition to see who could bed more undergrads before they graduated. From what I understand, Henry was way out in front."

Dawn laughed and eyed George, "A virile young man."

"Hah! Very. But, after our first date he told me all about it and said he was done with all that. I was... skeptical at first. But he proved himself. Henry was like that. He was honest, and he always wanted to deserve what he had. Richard won the competition, but Henry won me. He would have said it was a fair consolation."

"So, Richard is..."

"My second husband... Hayley and Corina's father. He had always been friends with Henry, but I always had the feeling that he wanted to be more with me. Richard and Henry practically grew up together so... they were almost like brothers. They shared everything. I guess I was the one thing Henry wouldn't share. When he died, Richard was there for me. I've always been grateful to him for that. It's a shame things didn't work out between us."

"Why did they not?"

"Well... lots of reasons. The main one being he preferred the company of younger women. I guess I haven't held up as well as he hoped. Three kids will do that to you."

Dawn looked appalled. "Oh, do not put yourself down like that, Mom! You are very beautiful, still. I have seen pictures of you in your college years. I believe you may be even more beautiful now then you were then."

Jessica sighed, "Thanks, Dawn. You're a sweet girl. I think I'm still beautiful, but I have to work a lot harder to stay that way these days." She chuckled, "I'm not even sure why I try so hard anymore. If it weren't for the fact that looking good for my clients helps business, I'd probably bring a carton of ice cream with me to the office every day."

George spoke, "Hey, mom, don't you ever think about... ya know... getting a boyfriend?"

She laughed, "Oh ho! Have I ever!"

"So why not do it? Since you walked out on Dick you haven't even been on a date."

"I don't know. It's different now. I'm different. And I have two little girls to worry about. Corina wouldn't think too much about it since she's so little. But if Hayley saw me with another man, she'd hate me. She still hasn't forgiven me for leaving Richard. No, another man would just mess things up."

"But what if the right guy came along? Would you pass him up just because you didn't want to upset Hayley? She'd get over it eventually."

"George, I'm 44 years old. The chances of someone like Henry sweeping me off my feet, again, are getting smaller every day. I'm not holding my breath."

Dawn had finished making her cake and was standing next to the oven, lost in thought.

Jessica noticed, "Dawn? What's your take?"

"Wha... oh," she shook herself loose from her thoughts. "I think... I think finding another Henry Everhart would be difficult. But that does not mean a Mr. Right is not out there somewhere. He just may not be what you expect." She giggled suddenly, "I certainly did not expect my Mr. Right to be like George. I had not thought to set my sights so high."

George rolled his eyes. "Oh, would you stop," he blushed.

Jessica examined both of them briefly. Finally, she said, "Looks like you're stuck with her, Georgy boy."

The women put the finishing touches on dinner while George set the table. Outwardly, Dawn and Jessica chatted about work. But George could detect a worrisome look in Dawn's eyes.

"Dawn, something bothering you?"

"Oh. It is okay. I am sure it is nothing."

"Tell me anyway. I mean... if you want to."

"I am worried about mom. She is not happy."

George watched his mother a bit, searching for the telltale signs of distress. But she seemed fine. In fact, she looked happier then he she had in many years.

"She looks fine to me."

"Right now she is, yes. She is very happy for you. She loves you very much, you know. More than she has loved anyone else. She loves all of her children, but you most of all. Though she would never tell you that."

"That's... great but, what's the problem then?"

"She is still in love with your father. With every part of her being, she wishes he was still here to enjoy this with her. It is... suffocating."

George watched his mother again. He still could not see the anguish Dawn was telling him of, but Dawn was not a liar. It could only mean his mother was better at hiding it than he was.

"There it is again," she said sadly.

"What?" he asked.

"Guilt. And then you retreat into shame. And I cannot follow you."

She waited, hoping. 

George remained silent.

Finally, she said, "It is okay. As for your mother, she could never have a serious relationship again. At least, not like this."

"Like... what?"

"Every man she meets she compares to Henry and finds them wanting. Even if Mr. Right did come along, even if another Henry came along, she would not love him. And she would not let herself be loved by him."

George pondered while the women continued their recounting of the day. They were comparing how screwed up their coworkers were when he asked, "If a Mr. Right did come along, could I wish that she love him? I mean, if she would want to love him, if she was able to?"

"Yes. But would you be okay with that?"

"Uh... why wouldn't I be?"

"You would not wish that Lindsey have sex with me, even though she and I want to."

George reeled from the web of rules he had created for himself. Combined with the rules Dawn had laid out for him, it was making his rapidly sobering head spin.  "Sheesh. I guess you can't solve everything with sex."

Dawn said, with more seriousness then he was used to hearing, "I suppose not."

A pair of headlights shined through the living-room windows as a loud sports car pulled into the driveway, followed by two obnoxiously loud honks of the horn.

"Oh," groaned Jessica. "Why does he always do that?"

Dawn had perked up and was practically jumping out of her skin when she asked, "Is that them? Are they here?"

"That's them. George, get the door, would you."

Dawn ran her fingers through her hair and fidgeted nervously about her clothing while George strode towards the door. Just as he reached it, it swung open, and Hayley and Corina bounded inside. The younger sister, Corina, came rushing in first. Her long wavy dark brown hair blurred her pixie-like features. Hayley followed. She had lighter hair, like her mother, with a touch of auburn. They each had a backpack and a pillow, along with shiny new pink MP3 players.

"Mommy!" they screamed as they rushed towards her, ignoring George altogether. 

Jessica greeted them with a loving hug. "Hi, girls! Did you have fun?"

Hayley piped up, "It was awesome! Daddy's the coolest!"

Behind them strode a tall, stocky man with thick black hair gelled back in precise detail, a well trimmed goatee that was showing signs of graying, and a swagger that George had pegged as the man's trademark. Richard wore designer jeans, a worn looking black leather jacket that smelled brand new and cradled a bottle of red wine in his left arm. He gave George a curt nod as he crossed the threshold.

"Daddy got us Ipoods!" shouted a gleeful Corina.

That's... great," she frowned, "even though I told him not to. And it's pronounced Ipod, sweety."

Richard gave a pronounced shrug as he set the wine on the counter, "Yeah well, it's the new model and it was on sale. I couldn't not get it for them. I mean, look how gorgeous my daughters are."

Jessica hugged the girls again, if only to hide her disappointment. "Go put your stuff away and wash up for dinner," she instructed. 

They bounded up the stairs quickly. 

The new arrivals had left the door wide open, so George closed it behind them.

After the girls were gone Jessica turned to Richard and asked, "Why did you do that? You knew I was planning on getting Hayley one after she did well on her next report card."

"Oh... don't get so worked up, baby doll. I'm sure there'll be something even cooler for you buy her in a few months."

"That's not the point," seethed Jessica. She seemed to be trying very hard not to raise her voice. "We talked about it and agreed that until Hayley gets her grades up, she wasn't going to get any new toys."

He snorted a condescending chuckle, "So what do you wanna do? Take 'em away from them?"

Jessica glared at him like she could actually pierce him with a stare, before giving up and checking on the food.

Richard sighed. "So, George, how ya... hoh, my God," he stammered as he caught sight of Dawn, waiting patiently next to George to be introduced. His eyes scanned her from head to toe, alarmed at what he saw.

"Hey, Dick, this is my girlfriend, Dawn. Dawn, Dick."

Dawn extended her hand daintily for a shake. 

After a few moments, Richard finally wiped the stunned expression from his face and took it. "A pleasure, Miss." He turned to George and with a sinister glare added, "Don't call me Dick." He marched over to the kitchen and retrieve a wine key along with a couple of wine glasses. He whispered something to Jessica. 

Jessica whispered something back.

Meanwhile, Corina had bounced back down the stairs and finally took notice of George. "Hi George!" she said happily as she hugged his waist. Normally, George let Corina hug him, but had never hugged her back. Not because he didn't like his youngest sister, but he found it difficult to hug anyone. Today though, he looked down at the mess of long dark hair and pixie-like features, and felt like not hugging her back had been cruel. He bent down on one knee and embraced her tightly. The little girl didn't even blink before burying her face in George's neck.

George was surprised at how wonderful he felt just hugging her. Any ill-feelings he had been harboring towards her were dismissed. All was forgiven. He didn't let go of her for long time, and when he finally did, Corina whined and wouldn't let go. Looking up, George could see Dawn watching them with a pleased smile.

Without even a grunt, George lifted the little girl up and held her close to him. "Rina, this is Dawn. Say hello."

Corina turned to Dawn, then quickly looked away in cute embarrassment.

"Hello, Corina. That is a very pretty name," said Dawn.

Corina hid on the other side of George's face, but snuck a quick peek before hiding once more. George heard her whisper, "She's pretty."

George laughed, and as he turned to Dawn, said, "I think so too." 

In the kitchen, George could see his mother gazing at him. Her hand was over her mouth and brimming with pride, like she had just watched him take his first steps. 

Richard was watching too, but his eyes were on Dawn. He did not look pleased.

George was confused as to what this meant. His step-father had the perfect poker face, and had always been difficult to read. But George quit worrying about it. The inner-workings of Dick were among the last things that interested him.

He shifted his focus back to the beauty he held tightly in his arms. "Rina, why don't you give Dawn a hug too."

She whispered, "Okay."

George set her down while Dawn knelt. 

Corina wrapped up Dawn just as tightly as she had George, though for not as long.

Corina pulled her new toy out of her pocket and presented it to Dawn. "Daddy got me a Ipood," she said bashfully.

"I see that," said Dawn. "It is very cool. Will you show me how it works?"

"Yeah!" the little girl cried as she took hold of a very surprised Dawn's hand and led her to a spot on the couch. Corina began teaching Dawn, as far as her little mind could assess, the magic of an MP3 player. 

Dawn listened intently, and segwayed into a discussion about music. Before long, they were sharing a pair of earphones as they flipped through Corina's playlist.

As he was about to join them, George was summoned over to the kitchen by Richard. "Yeah?" said George quickly.

"So? You gonna tell me about her, or what?"

"If you want," shrugged George.

Dick cocked his eyebrows in frustration. "Would you stop being thick and talk to me. This is your first girlfriend. It's a big deal. Why didn't you tell me earlier?"

George was taken aback. "Uh, since when do I tell you anything?"

"Since I adopted you, for all the good it did." He kept his voice from disturbing the ladies in the living room. 

George and Richard had barely spoken in the four years since his mother walked away. This line of questioning was confusing. "Uh, last time I checked, you got divorced."

Dick leaned on the counter and shook his head. "So it's like that then. Okay, fine. Disrespect me. That will get you far."

"W-what?" It had never been the case that George wanted to go any distance with Richard. No matter how amiable their conversations had started, they eventually devolved into lectures about showing proper respect. 

Jessica said, "Richard, stop pestering him. They just started dating over the weekend. You're one of the first to know."

Dick threw his hands up, "Okay, fine. Tell me the story then. I wanna hear this."

George explained, "I was at work when she walked in and wanted to swim. We started talking and it turned out that she had just arrived in town and didn't have a place to stay. So I offered her a bed for the night. We hung out all weekend and... well, that's about it, really."

"That's not it. Where is she from?" he asked incredulously.

"Phoenix."

"Arizona? What's she doing out here?"

"She said she was tired of the heat and wanted to go someplace different for college. Stafford was on her list."

"She have any family?"

"Um... she's an orphan, actually."

"Ahh... there it is," said Richard, almost to himself. "So, if I called up the child services in Phoenix, they'd be able to tell me all about her?"

"Uh... I guess."

"What the heck are you doing?" interrupted Jessica.

"Nothing... forget it. Sorry, George. It's not my place to give you the ninth degree about anything, is it?" He sighed. "No matter how much I wanted it to be."

"It's alright," assured Jessica, "I already gave him the ninth degree. There's no reason to get so upset. I swear, I've never seen you so worked-up about anything before."

He eyed Dawn once more, and muttered, "Yeah, well, I'm just being careful."

The oven timer buzzed. "Dinner's ready," said Jessica. "George, get your sister, will you?"

George headed upstairs to his sister's room and knocked, "Hayley, mom says to come down for dinner. Hayley?" After a few seconds of silence he cracked the door a sliver. "Hails? You decent?" He stuck his hand inside and waved it wildly. Nothing.

"What am I doing?" he thought. He reached inside and flipped the light switch on and off a few times.

"What?" yelled Hayley.

"Dinner's ready," he said on the opposite side of the door.

The door swung open and Hayley marched out toward the stairs. "Sheesh, you could've just said so."

"I did say so. You didn't answer."

She shot him a condescending look, "I was listening to my Ipod, duh! Just come in next time."

"Right. And if I do that, you'll get pissed that I barged into your room."

"Whatever..." she muttered as she rolled her eyes. "Who's that girl downstairs?"

"That's Dawn. She's going to be living with us for a while."




A Beautiful Wish Ch. 08



Hayley turned on her heel and wore an alarmed look. "Why?"

"She's... she's my girlfriend. And she needs a place to stay."

Hayley looked shocked. "I don't have to share my room with her, do I?"

"No," he breathed in frustration. "She's sleeping in the spare bedroom."

She became even more agitated, "She can't stay there!"

"Why not?"

"I have stuff in there!"

"It's not your closet. It's a bedroom. And now it's Dawn's."

"I don't want her going through my stuff!"

"Then get your shit out of there! Do I have to think of everything?"

She pointed at him like he was a spoiled child, "I'm telling mom you swore!"

"Holy... crud. I didn't come up here to start a fight with you. I just came to tell you that dinner was ready."

She ran for the spare bedroom and flung open the door. She called back, "If she touched anything I'm telling mom!"

George gave up. "If she didn't, you'll tell mom she did anyway. Just come down to dinner before she yells at both of us."

She didn't listen. Instead, she tore into Dawn's room and made noises like she was moving heavy boxes. As he was quite finished matching wits with his annoying prepubescent sister, George went to relieve himself of all the alcohol he had drank earlier. He wasn't feeling its effects anymore, but a mild headache was adequately filling its place.

Dinner started surprisingly quiet. There was an awkwardness in the air that was almost palpable. They rarely all ate dinner together as Richard usually dropped off the girls and then left quickly. He was a partner at a corporate law firm in the city and his job demanded a great deal of his time. That was, at least, his excuse. But to his credit, he never missed a weekend with his daughters and doted on them excessively.

But this was nothing George hadn't expected. The silence was what struck him. Dinner with Dick usually meant listening to him lecture about political issues, all of which he had an answer for. But tonight, all that could be heard was the sound of cutlery dinging on plates. All of Richard's attention seemed to be on Dawn. Everyone else at the table sat waiting for him to begin the conversation. 

All except Dawn. She was much too busy scarfing down a plate of lasagna to notice the dark cloud looming over dinner. "My goodness! This is unbelievable, Mrs. Everhart! You are truly gifted!"

George jumped on the bandwagon, thankful for an end to the awkward lack of chatter, "Yeah, mom. This is some good slop." He stuffed a humongous bite into his mouth, as if to illustrate the point.

"Hah!" laughed Richard. "Good slop. I remember Henry use to tell that to my mother whenever he was over the house. She hated it when he called it slop. I swear he used to do it just to ruffle the old bird's feathers."

Hayley scoffed, "Gosh, it's always 'Henry this' and 'Henry that'. Do we have to talk about Henry all the time?"

Jessica said sternly, "Hails, be nice."

"But I've never even met him. Can't we talk about something else?"

For once, George was in complete agreement with her. He hadn't meant to remind anyone of his father, but many of his sayings were ingrained in George's mind to the point where he didn't even need to think about it.

Richard said, "Hayley's right. Oh, but honey, please be nice," he amended after Jessica glared at him. "Let's not talk about the past. We have a guest. So... Dawn, tell us about yourself."

Dawn was in the middle of savoring a large mouthful and her eyes widened when she realized she was being addressed. She swallowed and wiped her mouth with a napkin before beginning. "There is not much to tell. I grew up in Phoenix, but I never cared much for the heat. So when the opportunity arose to break away, I took it."

"George tells me you're an orphan. A commonality between you, I imagine."

Corina didn't seem to be listening that intently, but quickly asked, "Mommy, what's a orphan?"

Jessica shifted uncomfortably in her chair. "Um, well, an orphan is someone who doesn't have a mommy or a daddy."

To George's surprise, Dawn added, "It means that my parents died, a long, long time ago."

"Oh," said Corina sadly. "My fish died."

Jessica reached over to rub Corina's back, "Oh, honey I'm sorry. Slippy was a good fish."

George had never met Slippy. It was Corina's pet goldfish. But it was kept at Richard's house.

Richard continued, "Sorry, Dawn. I'm just curious, but I would have thought a nice girl like you would have been adopted. Or at least taken into foster care."

"The system is something of a mess, unfortunately. There just were not enough willing adopters around, and I did my best to stay away from foster homes. I had heard stories. Actually, I spent a great deal of time at the local YMCA, and at the library. It was safer then wandering the streets."

"Very wise," he nodded. "So... you ever been to any of the football games at Arizona Stadium?"

Dawn looked at him funny. "No. I've never been to Tucson."

He gave an exaggerated snap of his fingers as he said, "Oh that's right. It's Sun Devil Stadium in Phoenix. Sorry. So how did you afford the trip out here? Bus tickets cost money."

She answered, "Lucky for me, I did very well in school and earned several grants. It is amazing what kind of funding there is out there for promising youths in difficult situations."

He nodded, "Where are you off to next? What's your plan?"

"Well... I am not so sure anymore. I had not planned on staying here for so long. But I find myself drawn to this place." Under the table, her hand crept into George's lap. George took it. "To be honest, I would be happy if I never left."

Jessica noted, "She's renting the room upstairs. She already found a job over at the college with George."

Dawn nodded. "That is correct. Rina, you and I are going to be in the same group."

"Really?" she squealed.

"Uh-huh. And we will have lots of fun. Does that sound good?"

The little one nodded happily.

"Pardon me," continued Richard, "but you have an odd way of speaking. Is that how all the kids talk back in Arizona?"

"You are referring to the way in which I avoid contractions?"

He nodded.

"Honestly, I do not know. I guess I find it fun to revel in the language. Cumbersome, I admit, but oh so delicious in the right situations. Does it bother you?"

"No, not at all. It's quite nice actually, shows you have a brain. It's just… odd, that's all."

"I'm done," Hayley announced. "Mom, I'm gonna listen to my Ipod."

"Oh, don't you want some cake? Dawn made it."

Hayley shot a mean look at Dawn. "I'm fine," she said through her teeth.

Jessica frowned, "Alright, your loss, but clear your plate and put it in the dishwasher."

Hayley rolled her eyes, "I know, I know."

"Sweetheart, give me a hug goodbye before you go away. I'm gonna get going soon." Richard sounded uncharacteristically loving.

Hayley hugged him and said with much sweetness, "Bye, Daddy, I love you."

He kissed her forehead, "I love you too, sweetheart."

As Hayley ran upstairs Corina asked, "Mommy? Can I have some cake?"

"I don't know. Can you?" was Jessica's snarky reply.

The little girl looked confused before she remembered, "May I have some cake?"

"Yes, you may." Jessica rose and began clearing the table. 

Dawn jumped up to help.

While the women were busy in the kitchen, Richard refilled his wine and took a large sip. He glanced quickly towards George before lowering his eyes. Quietly, he said, "You must have done something right in a past life."

"What do you mean?" George asked.

Richard motioned towards Dawn with his glass, "She's one of a kind. I had my sights set on one just like her when I was younger."

For once, George was interested, "What happened?"

Richard smirked. "What I always do," he said more to himself then to George. "I told myself that I would pay any price to have her. I guess I never really thought about what that meant. Then… then it was too late."

George watched him closely. He had a glassy look, like he was somewhere else entirely.

Richard shook off his melancholy and shrugged. "Oh well. Nothing to do about it now," he said nonchalantly. He finished his glass of wine in one gulp.

Dawn returned with cake and ice cream. She served George first and then Richard. "Here you are," she said with a smile.

"Thanks, Dawn," replied Richard with a wide grin. "So, Jess, how's the real estate business treating you?"

Jessica took a bite of her cake before answering, "Slow. I closed a few deals last week but with the economy like it is, buyers are drying up. I imagine that's good for you though. I mean, with all the corporate belt-tightening, clients must be banging your door down."

"You would be surprised. There have always been companies in trouble. And our firm has always been good at getting them out of it. Our business never really changes," he chuckled. "Just remember that if you need some help..."

"It's not that slow," she interrupted. 

George detected a hint of exasperation in her voice.

"Alright, alright. George? How's things going at Stafford? Aside from all the babes you get to ogle, obviously."

"Uh... fine," he said.

"Oh come on, that's all I get? Fine?" 

"Well... uh, there's going to be a big swim meet at the end of the week and all the parents are going to be there. We're all trying to get the kids to look good in the water."

Richard nodded in agreement, "Got to impress the investors. It's the same everywhere. When Henry and I were investing in businesses around town, people would roll out the red carpet for us, even if they had to rip up carpet from their own house and bleed on it."

"Uh, yeah, I guess."

"I heard some oaf named Rocko was giving you trouble. Whatever happened with that?" Under his breath he added, "Honestly, who names their kid Rocko?"

"Oh, you know, everything is cool now."

Richard's evil smile returned, "I bet it is. If I had a woman like Dawn, there'd be no one to stop me. I could take over the world with a woman like that."

Without thinking George turned to his mother, who seemed to be forcing herself to keep her attention on her cake, hiding the pain from years of being unfulfilled by Richard. But George saw. And he became angry.

"You had a woman like that," muttered George.

Richard was in the middle of finishing a large glass of wine. "I'm sorry, what was that?"

"I said, you had a woman like that," he repeated, "but it wasn't enough for you. It's never enough."

"George," whispered Jessica. 

Corina sat in silence, uncomfortable with the impending adult conversation.

"No, no," Richard interrupted. "Let him speak. It's always important to communicate. Go on, son. Let's hear it."

"Jerk," thought George. He was certain that Richard called him 'son' just to twist the dagger a little bit. He straitened himself and asked, "What was wrong with my mother? Why wasn't she enough for you?" 

Dawn gently squeezed his hand under the table and he realized he was losing control of his tone.

But while George was losing his calm, Richard seemed to be quite pleased with the events unfolding before him. "There was nothing wrong with Jessica. I love her still, as much as I loved her the day I married her. But we were going in different directions. You know all this. I wanted to move away from here, start a new life in the city with all of you. But she wanted to stay here. She wanted the small town life, and I was headed for the top. That was her choice, and yours if I remember correctly." He gave a melodramatic sigh, and said, "I wish things could have been different."

"It was enough for my father!" George shouted. "He would have lived in a lean-to in the woods if my mom wanted him to!"

"Which proves my point that Henry was a fool. Now, now, don't get excited," added Richard hastily. "He just liked second place. He was always like that. In high school, he took the ugly girl to prom even though the prom queen asked him to the dance. In college, he opted to live in the worst dorm on campus even though he could have afforded to live in the frat house. In law school, he tutored undergrads for free when he could've made some money off it. He had the skills and the influence to run the most prestigious practice in the world, but he was happy with being the small town family lawyer. I wasn't. And that doesn't make me a bad person."

"He was happy at least," shot George.

"And now he's dead," said Richard calmly. He leaned in close George, "And do I look like I'm unhappy."

George jumped up so fast that his chair slid out and tipped onto the floor. "Get out!" he shouted.

Richard shrugged. "That's why I left four years ago. People always telling me to get out. Alright, you're the man of the house."

Corina rushed over to his side, "No, Daddy, don't go!"

Richard hugged her tightly, "Sorry, Rina, I've worn out my welcome."

She began to sob uncontrollably, "No! No! No! I love you, Daddy, don't go away!"

Richard picked her up and handed the inconsolable five year old to Jessica. "It's been very nice meeting you Miss," he said to Dawn. He then turned back to a furious George, "Don't lose this one. She's definitely a keeper."

George stood silent with his fists clenched.

Richard left as Corina cried her eyes out. After a few honks of the car horn the noisy vehicle sped off into the night.

Corina wriggled free of her mother and started attacking George, punching him in the leg as hard as her little arms would allow. "Why do you hate Daddy? Why did you make him go away again? I hate you! I hate you!" 

Behind the mess of bangs and tears, George could see anguish and loneliness in her eyes. She felt abandoned, and George couldn't help but feel responsible for making her feel that way. He didn't know what to do besides let the little girl pummel him. 

"C'mon, Rina," comforted Jessica as he picked her back up. "It's bed time for Bozo."

Corina buried her face in Jessica's neck and whimpered, "I don't wanna go. I want Daddy."

"Daddy will be back next week. Say goodnight." Jessica began carrying her upstairs to her room.

"I want my Ipood. I want Daddy," she repeated as Jessica put her to bed.

Finally, it was just George and Dawn. She hugged him gently. "Will she be okay?" Dawn asked.

George sighed, "She always cries when he leaves but... she's never..."

"She does not hate you. Not truly. But she does not understand how you can hold someone she thinks of so highly in such contempt."

The image of Corina's tear-streaked face was still fresh in his mind. Just a short while before she had been hugging him with all her might, and he had hugged her back. Now, she thought he was the greatest enemy in the universe. It was the same as always. The moment he affirmed his affection for someone, they turned away from him. He knew it wasn't rational, but he couldn't help but feel it.

"C'mon," he said as he disengaged unceremoniously from Dawn's loving embrace, "let's clean this place up." 

Dawn stared at him for a moment, sighed quietly to herself, and joined him.

Jessica returned a short while later and the three of them made quick work of the mess. 

George could see the disappointment in his mother's expression. The silence was deafening, and George felt compelled to apologize, if only to break the tension. 

"Mom. I'm, ah, really sorry for ruining dinner," he said.

Jessica stopped scrubbing dishes momentarily before answering. "You didn't do anything wrong, George." She sighed and began cleaning more vigorously. "Everything you said was true. I just wish you didn't need to say it."

After a cup of tea for each of them, Jessica said her goodnights and headed off to bed herself. 

It was late, and George and Dawn were exhausted. They headed upstairs to George's room, or so he thought. 

But Dawn turned right at the top of stairs and headed towards her own room.

"Oh. Uh, right," said George uncomfortably.

"I would prefer to stay with you," she said hopefully.

"Uh, no. No, it's mom's rule," he said sadly.

"Alright then. Goodnight, George. Shall I wake you again?"

He nodded, "Yeah. Uh, same time. I like getting in a little early."

"Very well. Is there any particular way you would like me to wake you?"

"No. Any way you like is fine."

She bowed, and said, "As you wish. Sleep well."

She began to step into her room when George said, almost instinctively, "I..." but stopped. 

She held her breath as she waited for him to continue. 

"I'll… um, see you tomorrow."

Disappointed, she nodded, and the door closed with a quiet click.

George entered his room and crashed hard, face first on his bed. It was an hour before he finally got around to putting on his sweatpants and t-shirt. Another hour followed in agonizing half-sleep, with the minutes ticking away slowly.

His mind raced. He thought about Corina, and how good it felt to feel close to her, if only for a brief moment. He thought about Hayley, and why she had to be contrary to him in any way, no matter what. But he thought of Dawn most of all. Something was bothering her. She had been quiet ever since Richard left. 

Finally, he could take no more, and in his mind called out, "Dawn, are you still awake?"

"Yes. Why is sleep so hard?" she replied.

"It never was for me before I met you. I used to sleep like ten hours a day."

She laughed, "I bet that is when you came up with all of your perverted dreams."

"You don't even know the half of it."

"Maybe not, but I am looking forward to finding out."

They both laughed, and then they laid there in silence for a while.

"So..." she began, "I think we may have to talk about something."

"Yeah," he said.

"I… I do not know where to begin. I suppose I shall just talk for a bit. Perhaps I will figure this out as I go. Please forgive me if I am leaving my place."

"Go ahead."

"I know… I know that you care for me. And you know that I care for you but… that doesn't seem to be enough. Am I doing something to upset you?"

"No. No, of course not."

"Then, why do you pull away from me?"

"I'm not… I mean… I don't know," he admitted with frustration.

"Are you afraid?" she asked delicately.

He thought hard before he answered. "Yeah."

She was quiet for a moment before replying. "Me too," she said.

"Of what?" he wondered.

"Many things. I am afraid that I will say something dumb because I do not understand everything. I am afraid that I will interpret a wish incorrectly. But what keeps me up at night… what fills me with dread, is losing you."

"But I thought that I couldn't lose you. Isn't that a rule or something?"

"You can't lose me. Nothing can take me away from you. But I could lose you, if you decided you didn't want me anymore."

"You mean, you're worried that I'll reject you."

"Mmm-hmm."

"Dawn I…"

"You do not need to say anything. I know you are not doing it because of anything I am doing. But that is part of what worries me. It seems as though there is nothing I can do to help you. I cannot make everything all better. I wish… I wish I could. All I can do is show you how amazing you are."

George listened. He knew she was right, about everything.

"George? Do you remember what you promised me, that first day together?"

"I promised that I wouldn't take you for granted or shut you out…" He cringed as he realized what a jerk he was. "Oh man," he said with great disappointment.

"So, why did you pull away from me after dinner?"

"I… I remembered why I kept my feelings to myself. But I took it out on you. That wasn't fair. I'm just so used to people not caring. It's hard."