Chapter 6 - The Power

The bell rang after what felt like an eternity, and George breathed a sigh of relief. "Alright, let's get out of here. My brain can't take any more tangents."

"Master, what was all that? I didn't understand any of it."

"I hear ya. My theory is that they just make this shit up to mess with me," said George sarcastically. "Though I'll admit it, calculus is easier to pay attention to when you're not in pain all the time."  

Lunch was next, and he was happy to have a break and spend more time with his new friend. He wasn't hungry, so he planned to pass on lunch and find a quiet spot to be alone with her.  But, as he approached the lunch counter, he smelled something that made his mouth water.  He couldn't remember smelling anything like that in years.  So, thinking it had to be something special, he rushed to get in line and stood on his toes for a better view.

The Genie giggled at his sudden curiosity.  "Master, what is it?"

"I don't know," he replied. "I was going to skip lunch today, but holy hell, that smells awesome!"

He waited impatiently for the line to move forward and eventually entered the lunch room. He eagerly grabbed a tray and scanned the counter for the source of the smell. But nothing seemed that exciting. It was chili day, just like every Thursday. There were other sides, a fridge full of drinks, and a few pre-packaged desserts on offer, but that was it. Still, the chili smelled fantastic. He checked his virtual wallet and had plenty of money left over from the other times he skipped lunch. So, he proceeded to load up his tray with as many things as he could fit on it, including two bowls of chili.  

The woman at the register's eyes widened when she saw the spread he'd brought her. "Sheesh, kid, are you eating for two?" she quipped as she rang him up.

"Something like that," he replied with a smirk.

Their business concluded. George entered the cafeteria and was going to pass through to the commons as usual. But with all the extra food he'd purchased, he thought a table would be better. So he found a small empty spot near the corner, plopped down on the chair, and chowed down.

The Genie giggled, "My gosh, you're ravenous."

George was busy stuffing his face with chili but responded with his mouth full despite what his mother might have thought. "It must've been the curse, but I haven't tasted anything but ashes for months," he said as he took a swig of chocolate milk. "If this is how cafeteria food tastes, what about food from a fancy restaurant? Or heck, even a pizza."

"Could I try some?"

“Of course!  I got this for you.”  He pushed the extra bowl of chili towards the other end of the table.  “Here.  Can’t have you going hungry.”

Her vaporous essence left him and condensed into her human form in the seat across from him. She wore a cute yellow tank top without a bra and skin-tight jeans. Her big, perky breasts jiggled freely with every subtle movement. "Thank you, Master!" she said in a happy sing-song voice. "And we don't need to eat, so don't worry about that. I'm just curious cuz you're right; it smells great."

George was so ensnared by her beauty that he almost didn't notice what she said. "Did you just say we don't need to eat?"

"Uh-huh," she said as she tasted a spoonful of chili. Her eyes rolled back as she savored the flavor. "Mmm," she groaned, "salty. I love it."

George watched her, noting her perfect posture and table manners. He stopped scarfing his food down and tried his best to emulate her. Meanwhile, he said, "So, let me get this straight. You're saying that we don't need to eat, like, ever?"

"Yup," she beamed, "we don't need to eat, sleep, breathe, cough, sneeze, pass gas, or use the bathroom. Ooh, what are these?" she asked, holding a chicken nugget.

"It's a nuggie. And seriously? I won't get hungry, sleepy, or short of breath?"

"Seriously! I mean, you can do all those things. You just don't have to. The only urge you'll feel is the horny, but that's the fun one anyway." She took a bite out of the nugget, and her eyes lit up.  "Oh gosh, these are so good!"

"I had to sleep last night, though. I mean, I was exhausted."

She explained while she ate, "Well, the bonding process is a bit complicated, and... you would have been vulnerable," she said apologetically. "Part of the vessel's magic is ensuring you're alone and safe. It also takes time. Not a lot, but some. So you were put to sleep. It's known as the 'Master's Rest.’”

George sat back in his chair, his mouth agape, trying to come to terms with what she said. Especially the part about sleeping. George hated sleep. The pain made it difficult, and he'd always considered it a waste of time. But now, his nights were free for all sorts of activities. That alone would be enough, but with her protection, he could live on the moon without a spacesuit. With perks like those, George hardly cared about wishes anymore.

The Genie reached toward him and gently nudged his mouth closed. She giggled and said, "I know, I'm pretty awesome."

George checked the other people nearby as they ate, and nobody seemed to notice his companion. "Hey Genie, we're hidden, right?"

She dipped some fries in her chili and said, "I am. People can see you, but you look like you're eating by yourself."

"I thought so."  He looked around some more, scanning the crowd for someone.

"What're ya looking for?" she asked.

"I was hoping to see Piper today. I know she has the same lunch period as me, but I don't see her."

The Genie wore a mischievous grin.  "Oh, who's Piper? Is she your girlfriend?" 

"No, she's not my girlfriend," he grumbled. "She's not even a friend, really. But I was kind of a dick to her, and I wanted to apologize."

Genie frowned.  "Aww, Master, what'd you do?"

"Well... she seemed really upset that I was feeling so bad, I guess. So she walked me home. But I was already beyond the point of no return by then, so I blew her off."

"But... Master, I thought you said nobody cared. Clearly, she did."

George froze mid-bite. "That's... true. She did. At least, I thought she did, but I wasn't thinking clearly. The curse had me all fucked up, so who knows."

The Genie also began looking around the cafeteria. "Now, I want to meet this girl."

"Nah, don't worry about it," he said, waving her off. "If I don't see her in Art class later, maybe I'll see her tomorrow." He focused his attention back on the Genie. Seeing her there, eating and talking like a real person, was strangely therapeutic. Of course, other people did things like that all the time. But for George, the idea was completely novel.  

"Ya know, I've never had lunch with a girl before," he said sheepishly.

"Neither have I," she said with a wink.

He chuckled. "Yeah, I guess not."  

The Genie smiled sweetly and slid her hand over the table until her fingertips traced over his knuckles. "It's almost like we're on a date or something," she said.

George blushed and said, "Our first date, huh." Then he remembered where he was and cringed, "In the school cafeteria. Not my first choice."

"Aww. Well, I'm having fun. And besides, I'm sure we'll go on many dates."

"I hope so," he said. "Maybe we'll call this one a practice date?"

"Nope, real date!" Genie said cutely with big, sweeping hand gestures. "I hath declared it thus!"

They both laughed, and George felt more at ease. The Genie returned to eating her lunch, describing everything she ate and giving it a thumbs up or down. But George was more interested in watching her. He knew what soggy french fries tasted like, but what did they taste like to someone who'd never eaten before?

The Genie had just taken a large bite of a buttered roll dipped in chili when she noticed George looking at her. "What," she asked.

"Nothing," he said as she snapped him out of his reverence, "you're just adorable."

She flashed him a flirty smile, "You charmer. Are you trying to get me out of my pants? Cuz it's working."

"Maybe," he said.

She wiggled in her chair. "You know, you could just ask me. I wouldn't say no if that's what you're worried about."

George smiled, "I'm actually not worried at all. I'm just having fun. I've never had a chance to flirt."

"See? This is a great first date," she beamed. Then, something caught her attention, and she shifted her gaze across the room. "Ooh, Master, a cute girl is looking at you."

George tried to find the girl she was talking about when he noticed Farah, highlighted by Genie's signature aura. She sat beside her friend, Lacy, near the end of a long rectangular table filled with football players and their girlfriends. Connor was sitting at the end with his back to George. Most of the noise in the cafeteria came from them, with hoots, hollers, and jeers followed by an eruption of laughter. Farah merely smiled, feigning interest, while she snuck glances at George.

"Do you know her?" Genie asked.

"Yeah, that's Farah. She hates my guts," he said sadly.

"Why do you say that?"

George sighed, "It's a long story. Short version, I wrote her a silly letter in seventh grade confessing my puppy love.  She’s been annoyed with me ever since.  And yesterday, I did something to piss her off, big time. She chewed me out, and then Connor kicked my ass."

"Ohhh," she said, "so that's where the internal bleeding came from."

Alarmed, George said, "Wait..." but stopped himself. "Nevermind.  Doesn't matter."

"And she doesn't hate you."

George cocked his eyebrow, "Sure she does. She said so on multiple occasions."

"Oh, Master," she said pitifully, "It's more complicated than, ‘Does she hate me? Yes, or no.’  If she seemed hostile, it’s probably because she wasn’t sure how to feel about you.  That, and the curse was influencing her."

He watched Farah as she flipped from a depressed teenager while looking at George to a happy, popular girl when the situation called for it. She couldn't tell he was watching her, thanks to Genie's shroud, allowing George to study her closely. As always, she wore a stylish outfit--a gray sweater dress strategically torn to reveal black leggings and a pair of maroon-colored high-heeled boots that traveled all the way up to her thighs. Her long dark-brown hair was down and had a freshly blow-dried feathering. She was more slender than the Genie, but it suited her.

"Do you still like her?" she asked.

George took a deep breath. "Yeah.  I suppose I do," he said.

Genie leaned forward, rested her chin on her hand, and asked, "So, what do you like about her?"

George thought for a moment, trying to come up with reasons besides her looks for why he had harbored such an intense crush on her for years. Finally, he said, "Well, she's usually nice to everyone. She's wicked smart, like, brilliant. I think she already has a full ride somewhere. She's captain of the soccer team, and she's really good. She does lots of charity work, like breast cancer awareness, aid for climate refugees... and stuff."

George trailed off, realizing he didn't actually know that much about her. The only time they'd interacted was when she told him to get lost. "I don't know, Genie. She's just... better than me."

The Genie gazed at Farah quietly, seemingly in contemplation. George could see the Genie's eyes flash pink every so often. "Would you like to know more about her?" she asked carefully. I can tell you all about her love life. We can plan our seduction.”

George was undoubtedly tempted. Farah had always been an enigma to him. Beautiful, sweet, intelligent, dedicated, but he'd caught her several times now in a state of pensive melancholy.  But then, something suddenly clicked into place. Farah sat in profile to him, a thoughtful expression, the light catching her just so. And then, Genie watched as George opened his bag and pulled out the shattered tablet.

"What's that?" she asked.

George stared sullenly at the wreckage and said, "It's um... it's a drawing tablet. It's for creating digital images." The Genie stayed quiet, unsure of what that meant, and waited for George to process his emotions. "It was a gift from my mom. But I used it to make a sketch of Farah... without asking. Connor... he broke it... because I was a stupid fucking idiot."

The Genie frowned and rose from her chair to move closer. She knelt at his side and gazed up at him lovingly. "Master, you know that wasn't your fault. The curse..."

"It was my fault," he interrupted.  "I was just trying to find a way into her life, any way I knew how.  I didn’t really care about what she wanted.   Pfft, I barely know anything about her." George looked down at her and said, "I was being a creep, and I got what I deserved."

The Genie didn't know what to say, so she stroked his arm to try and soothe him.

He continued, "It's the same with your powers. I've no doubt that you could tell me some really juicy stuff. Secrets that I could use against her. It was wrong of me to perv on her before, and just because I wouldn't get caught doesn't make it okay now."  He bowed his head in shame, "And now I'm ruining our first date."

"Aww, Master. You haven't ruined anything. I like seeing this side of you."

He rolled his eyes and huffed.

"It's true. Have you ever opened up to anyone like this before?"

"...No."

"That means I'm the first person you've trusted enough to be vulnerable with. I mean, that's like, fourth or fifth date stuff." She grinned, "And here I thought you wanted to slow down."

He chuckled and said, "We kinda skipped around a bit, didn't we?"

Genie got up and sat sideways in his lap. She wrapped her arms around him, pushing her breasts against his chest, and said, "My Master plays by his own rules."

When he met her gaze, George was captivated once again. Her bright blue eyes and seductive expressions had a way of breaking him out of his negative spirals and setting him at ease.

"And... I think you've beaten yourself up enough. Haven't you?" she said softly.

George sighed as he realized how right she was. Perhaps he'd been punished enough. He thought that as long as he learned his lesson, he could do better and move on. Then, George felt the tablet's weight in his hand and was struck with a surge of inspiration.

"Genie, I'd like to make a wish," he declared.

The Genie's face brightened. "Yes, Master?"

"I wish my tablet was restored to perfect condition so I can draw the sexiest images I can dream up."

The Genie's eyes flashed with pink light, and the tablet quickly reassembled itself. Pieces snapped back into place, wires and connections reattached, and the screen flickered to life. All the images he'd already created were still there. It even had a full charge.

"Genie," said George.

"Yes?"

George ran his fingers across her cheek and through her hair. Then, he leaned in and kissed her soft lips, allowing his romantic nature to shine. Finally, he gave her an adoring smile and said, "You are the fucking best."

“I know,” she sang while blushing.

It was George's turn to blush. He hadn't much reason to smile for many years, and now he couldn't help himself. But all the emotions started making him uncomfortable, so he pushed on to the reason for his wish. "So, one of the neat things my tablet can do is take pictures. Do you think you'd like to pose for me?"

"Really?" she squealed.

"You fixed it. It's only right for you to be its first subject."

The young Genie hopped to her feet and pranced down the aisle. In fact, she was so elated that she accidentally bumped into another student with her perky round behind. Thankfully, they didn't notice.

George aimed the tablet at her, ensuring the angle and lighting were right, but she stopped him. "One sec, I gotta change." Then she began cycling through different outfits, each coming and going in a puff of pink smoke and never lingering for more than a second or two.

Poof "This one? Nah." Poof "No. What about..." Poof "Hmm, too much camo." Poof "Oh, hell no." Poof "Oh! Sorry, this one is for special occasions." Poof

This went on for some time until, finally, the poofing stopped. George was glad for it, partially because the smoke was starting to fill the room but mainly because the ensemble she chose was very alluring. She wore a thin white sweater that hung off one shoulder and exposed her flat tummy, a pair of tight jeans with one of the legs cut off, a lacy black thigh-high stocking in its place, and cute pink sneakers with blue laces. Her smooth, tawny hair was contained in a thick ropey braid that fell down her front to her bare midriff. And though he couldn't quite tell, George figured she had to be wearing a remarkably flattering bra, with her perfect breasts even more prominent than usual.

"Holy crap, Master, look at this cake!" she squealed as she slapped her right cheek and watched it jiggle.

George looked on with a silly smile for several long moments.  

"Master," she said cutely.

"Huh?" said George as he snapped out of his daze.

She smiled knowingly and said, "You're staring."

"Yeah," he chuckled, "I'm probably gonna do that a lot."

The Genie struck a flirty pose with a bright smile, and the afternoon sun shining through the windows gave her hair a healthy radiance. George took aim and snapped a few photos as Genie reveled in the attention. She then bounced back to him to lean over his shoulders and examine the pictures more closely.

"What do you think?" asked George, though he was pretty confident that he knew the answer. Genie quietly traced a delicate finger along the lines of the piece, and George enjoyed her weight pressing into his back while he waited patiently for her reaction.

“That’s really me, isn’t it,” she said.

“Yup, that’s you,” he said proudly.

“I…I’m in the world now.  I exist.  I’m real.”

George could tell she was having a moment but wasn’t sure what to say.  So, he held her hand and let her examine her own image, rendered digitally for the first time.

Then she surprised him by saying, "Hmm, it's missing something. I look hot as fuck, but..." Then, she tilted her head and said, "Oh, duh, of course!"

The Genie pulled George to his feet. "Whoah, what's up?" he asked nervously.

"I'm missing you," she pouted.

George panicked a little, hating the idea of having his picture taken. "W-Wait," he stammered, "Who's gonna take the picture?"

"You let me worry about that," she said, taking the tablet from him. She guided him into position behind her and placed one hand on her bare stomach, with the other hanging loosely around her neck and shoulder. Then, she released the tablet to float on a pink misty cloud and rested her hands on his. "First, we'll do a fun one. Big smile!"

Putty in her hands, George complied with her every whim. He watched as the tablet arranged itself into position and entered selfie mode, the screen facing them. All the while, other students in the cafeteria ate their lunches in complete ignorance of the beautiful Genie and her hunky Master. Finally, the tablet beeped as it captured them in digital for the first time.

Before he could protest, she gently guided the hand around her neck so that he was holding hers next to his face. The Genie gazed at him with hungry, love-struck eyes, bit her lip, and whispered, "This is the best first date I could have asked for."

George forgot about the tablet, the people around him, and his nervous energy. As his deep brown eyes met hers, he felt himself truly falling for her. While the tablet repeatedly beeped, he pulled his companion closer and kissed her tenderly. She could only whimper in response.  

As their kiss deepened, the pair got more handsy. George grabbed her plump, rounded ass and reached under her sweater to roughly knead one of her huge tits. Meanwhile, the Genie unzipped his hoodie and ran her expert fingers across his muscles, from his broad chest down to his rippling abs. The tablet hovered nearby, beeping with every shot.

He’d been getting used to people not noticing him.  Overcome with lustful need, the Genie's knees went weak for a moment, prompting George to grab her even more roughly. “Master," she breathed, "Could we please go somewhere special and fuck?  I need it..."

He was about to do just that when suddenly, George heard a loud crash behind him. He turned and saw a junior boy wearing a purple and black letter jacket lying on the floor, covered in a bowl of chili. George reluctantly let go of his companion and moved to help the younger boy. "You alright, man?" asked George as he extended his hand.

The junior slapped George's hand away. "Fuck off!" he spat. He started getting up but immediately slipped on some spilled chili, tumbling to the floor again. He reached out to brace his fall and hit a girl's tray behind him. The junior was now face down on the ground, covered in more chili and some uneaten corn. People had noticed and surrounded the area; some were laughing, but most were stupefied.  He pounded the floor in frustration. 

"You sure you don't need help?" asked George.

"Shut up!" growled the junior. He started getting up, but the boy slipped again. The crowd laughed and jeered. George could hear Genie giggling along with them.

George felt sorry for the guy and decided not to wait for him to swallow his pride. He stepped over the mess, grabbed the junior under his shoulder, and pulled him to his feet. George then grabbed some leftover napkins from a nearby table to help with the mess. The boy snatched them out of George's fingers and glared at him.

"Uh... sorry about your jacket," said George.

"Man, get out of my face!" yelled the junior.  

The junior looked angry and embarrassed after ruining his varsity letter jacket, which even George understood was an important status symbol. The young man had puffed himself up to look more intimidating than George, but George was nearly six inches taller and much thicker. He noticed that the Genie had set up inside his mind once again.

The crowd was alive with hoots and hollers and began chanting, "Fight! Fight! Fight!" More people came over to join in, including the entire table of footballers.

George backed away and looked around nervously. His gaze abruptly met Connor's, watching some distance away from the crowd. George may have been mistaken, but Connor seemed amused by the exchange. Then, the junior stepped forward to push George hard, but George didn't even budge. The chanting continued.

George was getting scared. "Genie, what's going on?"

"He was about to dump his chili on you while your back was turned, but he must have tripped. Poor boy," she said flippantly.

George didn't know what to do. A cheering crowd surrounded him, and this guy wouldn't back down. George had meant to diffuse the situation, but this encounter had gotten out of hand. "Genie, I could really use your help," he said, frantic.

"Patience, Master," she calmly replied.

Meanwhile, the junior saw red and was ready for a fight. As if in slow motion, George watched as he shifted his weight to his back foot and cocked his elbow, prepared to punch. Then, the boy lunged forward, ready to hit George square in the jaw with all his might. Without thinking, George stepped aside with lightning speed. The junior lost his balance and tumbled to the floor a fourth time, right back in the puddle of chili. The crowd erupted with laughter as he struggled to get up.

"Genie?" he shouted.

"One moment," she said as George unconsciously moved to the side. Tom Richter flung himself at George and landed on their table with the tray packed with uneaten food. Leftovers were thrown everywhere, ruining another expensive jacket and hitting several bystanders.

"Phew, sorry about that," said Genie.

Meanwhile, George was going into fight or flight mode as his pupils dilated and his adrenaline surged. He could see multiple black and purple jackets approaching, and with the crowd encircling him, there was practically no room to maneuver. But then, time seemed to slow, the sound dampened, and threats were lit with pink smoke as the Genie spoke to him.

"Be calm, Master. Breathe deeply," she instructed. George did his best to obey as she kept talking.  "As you can see, several large, angry boys have foolishly decided that they can attack my Master without consequences.  Know that they won't lay a finger on you, no matter what they try. I'm here now. You're not alone."

"Okay," he swallowed, even as the footballers were getting closer with gleeful violence in their eyes. But then, George noticed something about them. Most were seniors, like him, and wore that ubiquitous leather bracer signifying their spot on the first team squad. He'd seen it many times, but now the bracers were glowing purple. "Genie..."

"I see it. Don't worry.  They’re just enchanted to boost performance.  It won’t make a difference.  Just relax and let your body move as it must."  

Time began to speed back up, and George braced himself.  At least he wasn’t caught by surprise, he thought.  He sized up the closest bully, noting how flat-footed the guy was and how he'd topple over with ease with just the right push in the wrong direction.

“Wait!” shouted the Genie, yanking George out of his flow.  “Master, we need music! Can't have a good fight without music. Let me see what we have here."

The calm she had cultivated in George started evaporating quickly as the footballers edged toward him. "Uh, Genie? They're getting closer."

The Genie hummed to herself as she dug through his mind, looking for the perfect song, sending shivers down his spine.  "Oh, hell yes!" she cried at last. And, sure enough, the crispest synth cords reverberated throughout his brain.  "You got the touch! You got the powerrrrrrrrr! YEAH!" sang Stan Bush with all his might. George smirked, let himself relax, and fell in sync with the music. Then, time sped back up, and the fight was on.

Black and purple rushed him from all around and through the crowd. But George managed to dodge them all by jumping onto a nearby table, neatly avoiding the abandoned lunches. The others gave chase, but two that tried to get onto the table with him found themselves on their faces, covered in half-eaten chili bowls, their jackets ruined. The rest continued their assault. Football players weren't inclined to punch or kick, heavily favoring the shoulder tackle instead. And with the tile floor so slick with chili, it was easy for George to simply move to the side and watch as they knocked themselves over.

George let his body move with the music, leaping from table to table like they were giant lily pads as onlookers recorded the event on their phones.  "After all is said and done, you never walk, you never run. You're a winner!" cried Stan Bush. However, his movements were not entirely his own. The Genie compelled him to move this way and that, dancing away from punches and grapples. Suddenly, a small carton of milk flew toward him from his periphery. He snatched it from the air, and Genie yelled, "Drink it!"  George felt this really wasn't the time but went with it. He ripped open the small milk carton, guzzled it down, wiped his mouth on his sleeve, and threw the carton to the ground. The Genie laughed and cheered along with several other bystanders, even as Tom Richter and another lineman approached with a huge pot of chili they stole from the lunch room.  

Barely able to focus on any one thing, George moved through the cafeteria, bobbing and weaving between other students, letting the Genie guide him through the maelstrom. Every guitar riff from the sublimely silly eighties rock anthem matched his actions.  "When all hell's breaking loose, you'll be riding the eye of the storm!"  George bounced to the hook and found Lacy before him, wearing her own letter jacket. Without thinking, he grabbed her hands, twirled her swiftly, and dipped her low like a tango dancer.  "You know that when things get too tough, you got the touch!"  Unfortunately, his quick, precise moves put her directly underneath the chili pot. And Tom and co, while aiming for George, dumped it all over Lacy instead.

George gritted his teeth as he guided her upright. The sexy, stacked team manager was covered in chili from her face to her tits, with more seeping into her clothes. "Sorry!" he cringed as he let her go and bolted away from oncoming assailants.

Lacy screamed and started throwing the gobs of salty mush in all directions, hitting friends and bystanders alike. The crowd, still chanting, took this as their cue to enter the fray, chucking whatever parts of their lunch they had left into the mix. Suddenly, the room was alive with a barrage of processed leftovers from every direction. George managed to grab a tray to deflect whatever he couldn't dodge and ran for cover.  "And you never get hit when your back's to the wall, gonna fight till the end, and you're taking it all!"

The cafeteria was in chaos. The lunch staff had already fled, and a few teachers were trying to get everyone to stop. But they were promptly silenced by a face full of pudding or a pre-packaged cherry pie. George scrambled under a table while attention was no longer solely on him. It was a few seconds before he realized he was hiding next to Farah. They looked at each other like they'd been caught making out in the teacher's lounge.  

"Sooo," Farah started, "that escalated quickly."

"Yeah," he said nervously. "Sorry for ruining your lunch."

Farah looked around before responding. "Don't tell Connor, but... this is an upgrade."

"Really?" he asked as a carton of fries landed next to them.

She flinched and giggled, "My first food fight. How cool is that?"

George chuckled, "Mine too." Then, he whispered to his Genie, "She's talking to me!"

"I know, I know!  Shut up and talk back!" 

Farah fidgeted nervously and said, “Um, I’m sorry about yesterday.  Connor showed me that sketch you made but neglected to tell me it was part of Lacy’s plan.  I thought you were just being a creep.  I feel really awful about it.”

Their eyes met, and George felt a shift in the distance between them.  “And I’m sorry for not checking with you first,” he said.

"You got the heart, you got the motion!" belted Stan Bush.

Even through her olive skin, George could detect an adorable blush.  With a bashful grin, she said, “I, um,  wouldn’t mind if you finished your drawing…now that I know your hearts were in the right place.”

George was taken aback.  Farah was being uncharacteristically charitable towards him, and he wasn’t sure he trusted it.  “Genie?” he asked knowingly.

“What?  I didn’t do anything, I swear!  ‘Sides, I’m busy deflecting stray chili bombs out here!”

As if to demonstrate her point, a wayward milk carton struck the tray on the table above them, sending its contents flying. Farah and George recoiled instinctively.  

The milk dripped off the edge nearby, and they laughed at the absurd chaos.  George’s stomach fluttered when he said, “If you’re sure you don’t mind.”

Farah smiled and leaned in a little closer.  “Don’t tell Connor,” she whispered.

   Suddenly, a voice from behind them shouted, “I found him!  Over here!”  

George didn’t bother checking to see who it was.  “That’s my cue.  See you later.”

“See you later, George,” she waved with a bright smile he hadn’t noticed from her in years.

George entered the fray once again.  The song in his head was playing itself out, and he felt it was time to go, so he took off toward an exit that led out into the commons, dodging stray nuggies along the way.  A gang of raging footballers followed, their jackets ruined by innumerable stains.  George darted through the halls, his enhanced physique keeping him well ahead of his pursuers.  But they weren’t complete brutes.  Years of living and breathing pack tactics saw a few of them breaking away to cut him off.  George dodged underneath them with a stylish powerslide as they attempted to dive tackle him, leading them to careen into a locker with a bang.

George couldn’t remember having so much fun in his entire life, and the Genie whooped and hollered with every near miss.  But there was a nagging voice in the back of his mind that sounded a lot like his mother, imploring him not to play too rough lest someone get hurt.  Luckily, he didn’t have to worry about it for much longer.  The bell rang, and halls suddenly flooded with students, giving George a chance to lose his pursuers in the crowd.  Or so he hoped, however, the Dragons were relentless.  Their bracers glowed suspiciously every time they lunged for him, and now, more innocent bystanders were in their way.

Then, George spotted Ms. McCoole as she was leaving her classroom and had an idea.  “Okay, Genie, time to end this.”

His companion seemed to read his mind, saying, “Go get her, Master!”

He dashed to her side and grabbed his teacher’s hand.  “Mr. Everhart, what…” she gasped as he pulled her back inside her classroom out of sight and kissed her startled lips.  “Mmmph,” she moaned as she ferociously returned his kiss.

Out in the hall, the football team rushed past Ms. McCoole’s door as the Genie erased George from their perception.  The noise and commotion fell away until there were just the two of them locked in a carnal embrace.  She ran her fingers through his hair, pulling him down so she could reach him more easily.  They ground their bodies together, writhing with desire, unable to get enough.

He spoke from the side of his mouth, unwilling to break their kiss, and asked, “Do you have time to talk?”

She gasped, “It’s my lunch break.”  Then rubbed his already-hardened cock through his jeans.  George grabbed hold of her heaving breasts and roughly squeezed, then leaned in to kiss her neck.  “Oh God, yes…” she moaned into him.

But then, Ms. McCoole seemed to come to her senses and lightly pushed on his chest, saying, “Wait, wait, wait!  Stop, stop!”

George released her and was about to back away when she took hold of his collar and held him in place.  He rested his hands on her hips instead.  

She was already short of breath as she asked, “Are you okay?”

“Y-Yeah,” he said, “Are you?”

She took a few deep breaths and nodded.  “I was worried when you ran off earlier.”  She grinned devilishly.  “You really are a naughty boy, you know.”

“I know, I’m sorry,” he said remorsefully.

She rubbed her hands up and down his chest and said, “You give me the best fuck of my life, cum all over me, then leave without even a cuddle?  That’s so rude.  I may need to call your mother.”

With great relief, he let out a goofy grin.  “Of all the things for you to be upset about, that’s the one that bothers you the most?”

“Hey now, aftercare is crucial,” she chuckled.  “But you’re right.  We’ve crossed a line.  In fact… I’m no longer your English teacher.”

Crestfallen he was about to protest, but she continued.

“Don’t pout.  You can stay in my class, but I’m going to get Mrs. Chambers to grade your assignments from now on.  She owes me.  Instead, I’m going to have to educate you on adult relationships.  Will you be a good boy and listen?”

George nodded while paying very close attention to her lips.  He couldn’t wait to kiss her again.

Ms. McCoole got very bashful all of a sudden and said, “George, I… I like you.”

His eyes widened, and his mouth went dry.  He tried to speak, but the words died in his throat.

“You’re sweet, unassuming, talented, handsome, and if you were a little older and I was a little younger, this would be incredibly easy for me.  I don’t regret what we did, even for a moment, but if this is going to continue… we should be careful.”

His companion whispered, “This is all her, I promise.  I’m just as excited as you are.”

George didn’t know how to respond other than to kiss her again, pouring all his adoration into it.

Ms. McCoole kissed him back.  “You like me, too?” she asked in a quick hopeful breath.

George nodded, blurting out, “You’re brilliant, kind, and a good teacher.  And you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”  George felt very cringe all of a sudden and looked away.  “You probably hear that all the time, but it’s true.”

She smiled knowingly.  “You know what I like most about you, Mr. Everhart?”  She traced her fingers down the outline of his shaft.  “You’re sincere.”

He laughed nervously.  “I’m just glad you’re okay.  I’m sorry if I pushed things too far.”

“Oh, you sweet, sweet boy,” she whispered.  Then she leaned in and gave him a reassuring peck.  “Lesson number one: Communication is the key.  So let me be crystal clear.”  Suddenly, she reached for his belt and yanked it loose.  “You can have me any time you want, as rough as you want, so long as you’re discreet.  The safeword is ‘literature.’  If you or I say that word, we stop immediately.”  Then, She shimmied his jeans off his hips, freeing his massive cock.  She looked at him and said, “I just have one last request.”

“Anything for you, Ms. McCoole,” he breathed.

She licked her palm and ran it lightly up his shaft.  “Never ask me,” she said in a husky whisper.  “Just take me.”

Something primal and beastly awoke within him.  His gaze was drawn to her slender neck, and he had to fight the urge to take a bite.  But what he couldn’t fight was his lust.  George pressed himself against her, pinning her against the wall, then reached up with one hand and took hold of her neck.  Ms. McCoole looked suddenly spooked as George applied just enough pressure to make it difficult for her to breathe.  “G-George…w-what are you…”

“Yes, Master, that’s it!  Claim her!  Possess her!”

The dark urge to take ownership of Ms. McCoole’s fabulous body was all-consuming.  In a series of swift, deliberate, violent actions, George spun her around, ripped her freshly mended shirt apart for the second time, and yanked one of her breasts free.  Ms. McCoole cried out as George roughly kneaded her and pinched her nipple.  She swooned, leaning her head back over his shoulder, gasping for breath as he kept a firm grip on her neck.  But even with the rough treatment, she encouraged him to squeeze even harder by running her hands over his and applying more pressure.

“P-Please, don’t stop,” she croaked while gritting her teeth.  Her eyes rolled back as she gasped for air.

George didn’t realize it, but the Genie had already raised the skirt and melted the lavender panties.  His burly cock slipped between Ms. McCoole’s toned legs, gliding sumptuously against her wet folds.  All of his weight held her firmly against the wall as he sawed his tool against her thick thighs, her pussy drooling with need all the while.

“Fuck me!  Oh God, please fuck me!” she yelled.

George couldn’t speak and communicated with grunts and growls like a wild bull.  He couldn’t even concentrate long enough to line his cock up with the correct hole, and it took Genie’s intervention to finally guide him inside her.  Ms. McCoole cried out so loud that she startled herself and covered her mouth to muffle further outbursts.  He pounded her hard, her tits squished against the cool wall, her shoes discarded as she propped herself on her tiptoes.

There was no wish involved this time, and both of them approached their first orgasm hard and fast.  His grip on her neck tightened slightly as he thrust as deep into her as he could and erupted against her cervix.  She whimpered pathetically as he blasted his seed into her aching womb.

As she came down, Ms. McCoole moaned, “Y-You came in me…”  She turned to face him, his still raging hard-on slipping out of her, a look of raw submissive need in her eyes.  “You bred me… like an animal,” she said in disbelief.

He slowly regained his wits now that their frenzied coupling mellowed, and he was beginning to worry that he’d gone too far.  “I’m sorry.  I should have warned you.”

But rather than get upset, Ms. McCoole kissed him again more passionately than ever.  “I want this,” she groaned.  “I know it’s wrong, but God help me, I want all your fucking cum.”  She looked down at his cock when she noticed it poking against her belly.  “Good God, does that thing ever get soft?”

“Not anymore, apparently,” he mused.

The Genie’s voice, full of pride, rang through his mind, “You’re welcome!”

Ms. McCoole stared hungrily at his hardness but shook her lustful thoughts away.  “Okay, well, um, we should probably get dressed and…mmph!”

But George wasn’t finished.  He silenced her with a kiss and grabbed her ass cheeks with both hands, lifting her up and pinning her against the wall once again.  The sexy school teacher yelped at the rough treatment but accepted him eagerly, wrapping her long toned legs around him.  His cock slid back inside her with ease, and Ms. McCoole’s tight pussy clenched around him with every thrust.  George supported her weight effortlessly as he bounced her up and down, filling her perfectly and hitting all her favorite spots.

She wrapped her arms around his neck, resting her chin on his shoulder, and held on for dear life.  “G-George!” she cried, “What’s gotten into you?  Oh God!”  She writhed against him, desperately searching for ways to fit more of his cock inside her.  “You can’t just fuck your poor teacher whenever you want!  You can’t treat me this way!  You’re turning my fucking pussy inside out!”

Meanwhile, the Genie seemed to be having her own fun, shouting, “Fuck yes, Master!  Fuck her!  Fuck her brains out!  Fuck her, and then fuck me even harder!”

Ms. McCoole gritted her teeth and let out a primal growl, “You’re making me cum again, young man!  Oh god, you’re making me cum!  Yes!”  And then her entire body tensed up as the pleasure rippled through her.  She squeezed his pelvis with her legs as hard as she could and sunk her teeth into his shoulder.  He felt it, but only barely.

He slowed his assault as her orgasm ran its course but started up again once she recovered.  She leaned back against the wall and held his face in her hands, staring deep into his eyes as he chased his own pleasure.  “I knew it was going to be you,” she said with a dreamy smile.  “I knew, as soon as I saw those sketches you made, that you would be the one to make me do it.”

George gazed back into her eyes and felt he was speaking to the real Ms. McCoole, not the fantasy.  It made his cock throb even harder when he saw the joyful pleasure he inspired in her.  “I’ve tried…to see you as just my teacher.  I really tried, ma’am.  But no matter how hard I try, all I can think about when you’re around is… is…”

She kissed him sweetly and said, “I don’t know what happened this morning, but I could tell something was different about you.”  She threw her head back as her pleasure began mounting once again.  “But I never expected this.  I’ve never been fucked like this.  I didn’t know you would feel so good!”  Then, she leaned her forehead against his and begged, “I can’t take much more, George!  Please cum!  I’m gonna cum again!  Please hurry!”

“I’m almost there,” he moaned.  “I need to put you down.”

“Don’t you dare,” she growled.  “Cum in me.  Shoot that load deep inside me.  Knock me up, I don’t care!  Cum in me, please!”

Lost in a whirlwind of lust, George turned off his brain, increased his tempo, and hunted down his orgasm like their lives depended on it.  Ms. McCooles' rapturous chanting guided him closer until, finally, he gave her one final thrust and released inside her.  They held each other tight as they rode their waves together.  Her fingers curled through his hair as she quivered around him.  Meanwhile, he kept a firm grip on her thighs as his cock twitched and flexed with every shot, depositing more of his creamy load into her already messy womb.

As he came down, the Genie remarked, “And I didn’t even need to do a thing.  Congratulations on your conquest, Master.”

And yet, George wasn’t satisfied.  Something primal and vicious was compelling him to push further, to dominate the helpless female in his grasp, to possess her mind, body, and soul.  “More,” he whispered.

Ms. McCoole, still bewildered and shaking from her post-orgasmic bliss, stammered, “W-What?  More?  You couldn’t possibly…”  But then she stopped once she realized he was still as hard as before and already moving.  “W-Wait, George, I can’t!”

“I think you may have exhausted her, Master.  Is it my turn?” she added cutely.

But taking his teacher was the only thought on his mind.  An insatiable beastly urge to utterly dominate Ms. McCoole was almost all-consuming.  He needed to have her again and again.  He was about to make a wish similar to the one he’d accidentally made in the shower with the Genie when suddenly, Ms. McCoole whimpered, “Literature.”

It took a moment for him to register what she had just said.  But once he did, it was like he’d been dunked in ice water.  He was suddenly very aware of his animalistic instincts and suppressed them in shame.  Disappointed, George slowed his thrusting to a stop and let her down gently, then backed away from her.  “I’m…I’m sorry, I-I don’t know what’s wrong with me,” he stammered.

But Ms. McCoole couldn’t hold back her joy at being heard.  She rushed toward him and kissed him fiercely.  “Good boy,” she moaned.  “There’s nothing wrong with you.  You’re perfect.”  She looked up at the clock on the wall.  “We have twenty minutes until the end of the period.  Would you just…hold me for a little bit?”

George let out the nervous breath he was holding.  “As you wish, Ms. McCoole.”

“When we’re alone, you can call me Catherine.”

For the rest of the period, Catherine sat sideways on his lap with her legs over his thighs, her soft skin pressed against him, and her head on his shoulder.  She purred contentedly as George grazed his neatly trimmed nails over her skin and scalp.  George held her gently and the two laid out a few ground rules for their relationship going forward.  Aside from the obvious need to keep their relationship a secret, at least for a time, she assured him they didn’t belong to each other.  They were having fun, and there was no obligation to stay faithful or even put a label on things.  But she also vowed to teach him all he needed to know to be a good lover and teased him with enticing pleasures should he be a good student.  When their time was up, they parted ways, happy and content, without any question about whether this would happen again.  Though he may have been heavy-handed, everything had turned out alright so far, much to his relief.  He replayed the events in his head over and over while paying a visit to his locker.  

His companion spoke up, "Hey, Master?”

“Yeah, Genie?”

"That was the best date ever."

He grinned and then checked to see if anyone was watching him. "Best date ever."