Wishes and Kisses || COMPLETE

Chapter 2: The Wish List

People were staring at us, and then I saw why she wanted to do this privately.

"Okay you can stop bowing now," I said.

She stood back up straight and looked at the floor again. "Sorry."

"Let's go back to my place," I offered.

We went to my house, and ignored my dad who attempted to embarrass me by congratulating me on getting a girlfriend. My room was a complete mess and I apologized for it to be polite. 

"I'd offer you a seat, but I don't have any chairs," I said.

"It's okay." She sat on the floor.

It was awkward. I didn't know whether to continue the conversation from earlier or offer her a glass of water first.

"So when you say you're a genie and I'm your master, that's not some kind of kinky roleplay thing, right?"

"It's not."

"So you're completely serious?"

"Yeah."

"And do I have three wishes or something?"

"Pretty much."

"Okay." I paused and thought. "I actually have so many questions, but before I even ask any of them, can I see some kind of proof? Got to admit, I'm not usually one to believe this stuff, but a lot of weird things have happened today so I'm actually on the fence about it."

Jean stood up. "It would be odd if you didn't need proof." She extended her hand out to me. 

I slowly inched my hand over to hers, and when I finally grabbed it, I was somewhere else in the blink of an eye. The space I was in was dim-lit. The only things there were me, Jean, and vast hills of gold and jewels where I stood, and in every direction I looked. I knelt down and grabbed a handful of gold coins, but felt nothing as I held them. I let them sink out of the cracks of my hands, and watched as they clang on each other and rolled off the mountain of treasures I stood on.

"This has been a fan favorite of many of my previous masters," Jean said. "Would this be something you'd like to wish for?"

"No," I said. "It doesn't appeal to me."

Jean nodded, and the next time I blinked I woke up on a king sized bed with a hot blonde sleeping next to me. I looked around the hotel I was in, and it was completely high end. Designer furniture and expensive paintings were present all throughout the room, and clothes that I guess were supposed to be mine and the blonde chick's were scattered on the floor. I walked onto the patio, and felt the humidity of the air surrounding my skin. The hotel was on the beach, and I viewed the sun setting, painting the ocean pink before its descent. It was actually pretty calming.

"Nickie," A raspy, female voice called my name behind me.

I turned around, and it was the blonde from before wearing lacy lingerie, and twirling her hair. She walked over to me and stroked my hair. She smoothed her hands down to my cheeks, and started to kiss me. She pulled away and smiled at me with a tinge of lovingness in her eyes. 

"I'll be in bed if you need me," she said, going back inside.

She was a very, very attractive woman to be honest, but it's been a long time since I've felt any type of excitement about a girl. Any act I've done with a girl for the past few years was more of something to distract me from the boredom rather than something I've truly wanted to do.

I turned back to the view of the beach and suddenly Jean was there. "Is this something you'd wish for?" she asked.

"Was she supposed to be my girlfriend or something?"