Chapter 2 - Girlfriend

Lewd Wish
Chapter 2: Girlfriend



“Holy shit!” Grant's mind was in pieces. No amount of reasoning is explaining how this girl just appeared.

The girl remains standing in front of him with a soft smile.

Have I lost it? Did getting rejected break my sanity into thinking I'm in a generic anime? That must be it! I've gone crazy!

Grant lifts himself off of his bed. “Well, it's time to put myself out of my misery.” He calmly states as he flings open heavy drapes and opens the window. “Goodbye cruel world.” Grant lifts a leg up onto the sill, preparing to launch himself into death's waiting embrace. 
“Wait, no!” The girl coils herself around his outstretched leg, locking her arms and thick thighs in place. “You're supposed to let me grant your wishes! Don't die!”

Wishes?

The girl reaches up, grabs his waist, and nearly German suplexes Grant backwards away from the window. Before he could react to this sudden attack, she was climbing over him, pinning him down.

“You have to let me grant your wishes.” The girl demands. “I'm finally out of that bottle and it's because of you! I owe you.”

Grant lays on the floor, too shocked by the girl's strength to react to the sudden impact. “Wishes? What kind of wishes?” If he's crazy, Grant had might as well enjoy himself if he can't kill himself.

The girl lights up, a gleam of joy crossing her eyes. “Why any kind you like, master! Just don't make me force people to do things against their wills.” She brushes a long strand of blue hair off her shoulder. “I live to serve. Just name it and it shall be yours. Riches? Long life? Good health? I can give you any of these in an instant for I am a genie.”

One side of Grant's mouth rises into a smirk. “Alright. I wish for a blow job.”

The girl's face twists a little in thought. “A blow job? What's that?”

“You know. You use your mouth to make me cum.” He gestures to his crotch.

She looks into his eyes, filling Grant with the same paralyzing feeling as before. Her eyes, the same silvery blue as her hair, twinkles in the low lit room.
“Ohhhh I see.” The girl's cheeks turn red as she looks away from his face. “Master is a pervert.”

“Yeah, probably.” Grant responds, coolly. “Look, if you don't want to, it's fine. It'll just prove you're just a figment in my deranged mind and not a real genie.”
The girl giggles and shifts until her head was hovering just above his crotch. “Your wish is my command.” She gives Grant a wink before beginning to unbutton his pants.

I-is she really going to do it? Grant's heart thumps in anticipation. He feels his dick already swelling as she pulls it from his boxers.

“Wow...I didn't think it would be this big!” The genie exclaims, holding it in her warm hands.

“Alright, now I know I'm crazy. Girls don't really say these things.” He pushes his hand through his messy hair, a bit embarrassed.

“You're not crazy, Master. This is real.” She says, nearly lovingly, as places her lips onto the head of his cock.

Her lips are as soft and warm as the rest of her looks. She took her time, letting Grant's mind run wild with thoughts of what her the inside of her mouth would feel like. The genie, gently, kisses his dick along his shaft before sliding her tongue along the edge of his foreskin. 

Grant's cock twitches with pleasure. He feels her hot breath as she opens her mouth for another taste. She seems to be studying Grant's face as her tongue rolls over the tip. Is she looking for ques from his facial expressions?

The genie begins twirling her tongue around the head of Grant's dick, getting it nice and wet before plunging it deep into her throat.

The sudden movement causes Grant to throw his head back and moan. Her throat feels like it coils around his cock, wrapping it in a tight, warm embrace. 
She bobs her head up and down, massaging the base of his cock with her right hand to the rhythm. In truth, she's also enjoying herself, excitement growing with each moan. The genie could feel her pussy burn with lust. She dips her free hand into Grant's pants, massaging his balls as she savors his dick.

Grant places his hand on her head, forcing his cock deep into her mouth. “I-I'm cumming...!” he exclaims as he releases his load into the genie's mouth. 



The girl's eyes grow wide. So much cum spurts from his rod that some of it begins to leak out of the genie's mouth and trickle down Grant's inner thighs. As his orgasm comes to a stop, the genie pulls back her head and swallows. “Thank you for the snack, master.” she says with a wink.

Grant exhales and leans back onto the bed. 

She actually did it. She sucked me off.

He isn't quite convinced of her wish granting yet, so he pushes again. “Huh. My dick is still really hard,” he comments, giving it a few strokes. “I really wish I had a girlfriend to fuck whenever I wanted.”

Will she storm out now? Maybe I've gone a bit too far...

The genie smiles and climbs onto Grant, still smiling. “Your wish is my command,” she says once more as she positions her body over his. “I'll be your girlfriend, master.” She leans over, her breasts nearly spilling out of her top. “I'll take good care of you,” she whispers.

Grant could feel her wet pussy gently nudging over his cock. He grabs her ass, wanting to plunge inside of her, however a loud sound jolts the pair.

Heavy fists beat against the door. “Grant? Get dressed, we're going to Stacy Miller's house party.” Liam's voice booms through the closed door.
Grant groans. “Go away.” he responds with rolled eyes. “I'm busy.”

“Open the damn door before I beat it down. You're not staying here all depressed and alone.”

Grant knew Liam could be capable of busting down the door if he wanted. He's built like a brick shit house. Once, Liam accidentally literally ran into Grant in high school. Grant, who has always been much smaller than Liam, felt the full force of the former footballer slam into his bony body. The force sent Grant careening across the hard marble floor. The small sophomore felt as if a boulder had crushed his entire body.

“Alright, Alright.” Grant groans. The genie moves off of him while he struggles to constrain his boner into his pants. When Grant was sure of his decency, he flings open the door. “You know I'm not in here plotting my death, right?” He responds, even though that's exactly what he had been doing just moments before.

Liam peeks through Grant and into his room, noticing that he was indeed not alone. “I can see that...”
Grant also glances back at the genie. She had changed her outfit from the revealing two-piece to a slightly less revealing short red party dress with thin halter straps. Her golden hair piece was replaced with an ordinary hair tie.

The genie masked as an ordinary human, waves at Liam. “Greetings! My name is Jen. Nice to meet you.”

Grant felt a little ashamed that he had just received a blow job from a girl and didn't even get her name first. He also made a mental note to teach Jen some actual greetings. 

“Oh, uh. Hey there!” Liam is a bit taken-aback. He had expected Grant to be wallowing in self-pity. Not held up in his room with a very attractive girl. He leans in close to his friend and whispers. “Don't tell me you hired a hooker.”

“What!?” Grant tries to keep his voice low. “Hell no. She just kind of...showed up. So we've been hanging out.” It isn't a complete lie, Grant figures. No way in hell was he about to tell his best friend that she popped out of the bottle Grant was holding for Philip.

“...Ok, then...” It was suspicious that this babe would voluntarily spend time with a complete stranger like Grant at a time like this, but Liam doesn't want to be rude and question motives. “Well, you want to still go to Stacy's party? It'd be good to hang out with all of us together and get over this funk as soon as possible. What do you think?”

Grant really doesn't really want to see Aimee yet. The thought of the rejection still stings like a new wound. However, the thought of seeing her with Jen on his arm gave him a bit of joy. Maybe this small bit of gloating could help him get over Aimee, or perhaps make Grant look more impressive to her. “Yeah, ok. You're probably right.” He turns towards Jen. “Want to come?”

Jen's face lights up. “Of course!” She had never been to a party, that she could remember. Just about anywhere would be better than the cold and lonely bottle. Jen, firmly, takes Grant's hand.

“Alright then.” Liam let out a small laugh. “This was slightly easier than I thought. I figured I would have to carry you, kicking and screaming.”

“I'm an adult, not a child.” Grant states as he leads Jen through the door and closes it.

“I'm glad. I was actually a bit worried about you.”

Grant knew Liam was being honest. His friend knew him perhaps better than Grant himself did. “Well, you don't need to be. I'm more resilient than I seem.”
The three continue down the dorm halls and outside. It's a short walk from campus to Stacy Miller's, but it gives Grant just enough time to calm his nerves.

