Punished By The Genie Ch 02

I woke with a splitting headache, and rolled out of bed grumbling to myself. Fucking lockdown. A drink. I need a fricking drink.

Eyes bleary, I made my way to the kitchen. Not realizing until I was halfway through the doorway, that I heard voices. Murmuring, whispers. My eyes snapped open.

"What the FUCK??!?!?!" I started, dumbfounded. Angelica yelped, and jumped off of Ish's lap, hastily tugging down her skirt as she blushed furiously.

Ish looked briefly surprised before he guffawed, reaching over to grab a cooling mug of coffee off the table.

Angelica was dressed for work. Her job was still making them come in, it apparently being essential for office drones to be in the office to crunch numbers. Her curly blond hair was up in a high ponytail, and her brown eyes were carefully made up. Her lips were their usual classy, understated tone; but so full that I couldn't look at them without thinking inappropriate thoughts.

The lipstick was clearly smudged, and her face wasn't just blushing from embarrassment. I saw the sweat and... the passion.

Ish laughed again. "Sorry, man. Didn't expect you to be awake so early this morning." I glanced belatedly back at him, his white teeth flashing in his dark beard. He was shirtless, but mercifully pantsed. Or at least wearing a pair of basketball shorts. I jerked my eyes away, disgusted. He was clearly, intensely aroused beneath the thin shorts.

I finally let out an embarrassed laugh myself, my ears burning. "Jesus christ guys, haven't you ever heard the phrase "get a room?""

I stepped over to the full coffeepot, trying not to look at Angelica as I did. "How long has this been a thing?"

She laughed, sounding deeply embarrassed herself. "Uhm... three weeks?"

I doctored my coffee. "Oh, uhm... good for you guys. So... you gonna start sharing a room? We could save a lot of money with a fourth roommate."

I looked at her, as I heard Ish take a long slurp at his own drink behind me.

She seemed apologetic, her eyes almost pleading. I got the feeling she realized that I had a crush on her a mile wide. "We... hadn't thought that far ahead. I guess we could, ah..." she grabbed her travel mug and her bagged lunch. "Maybe we can talk about it tonight? See you all!"

She rushed out, before I could really reply. Ish called a farewell, and she yelled her own back.

I waited a second after the door slammed. "What the fuck, dude. I told you I liked her."

He didn't look at me. "What are we, 12? You've known her for four years and never said anything. It just sort of happened between us."

He stood up, setting his coffee cup in the sink. He was shorter than me, but I still shied away, back towards the fridge.

He rolled his eyes heavenward. "It's just sex, man. Talk to her. I bet she's more into you than me."

He looked me up and down, and I realized belatedly that I had stumbled out of bed in nothing but my boxer-briefs. "I think she likes wiry little fucks anyway. I saw her looking. And have you ever seen the posters on her wall?"

I swallowed, and suppressed a desire to cover myself. Glanced down again. I could still see his dick through his pants, and... huh. I guess I didn't look too bad by comparison. Maybe Angie had been looking at me on her way out.

He laughed at the expression on my face and laughed again, slapping my back as he left the room, chuckling.

I took a slow slip of my coffee. Ugh.

After my coffee, I had a shower, and a bite to eat, and felt a little better. Ish told me he was headed to the gym. I thought he was crazy to go in these conditions, but hey. His life.

I tried to do some work once he was gone, but couldn't focus. Kept thinking about what he had told me about what Angelica was into. What posters did she have on her wall anyway?

I stood up from my computer, went down the hall, and pushed her door open. It was a bit bigger than mine, had a bathroom split with Ish's room next door, and a view of the park across the street. It was cluttered as hell-- clothes and makeup tossed everywhere. The walls, meanwhile, were filled with band posters. Honestly they looked old as hell, like something she had bought when she was 14 and just kept hanging on new walls for something to look at.

A bunch of heavily makeup-ed dudes and dudettes, dyed black hair, black lips, lots of eyeliner and leather. What, Ish thought that was the look for me? I admit I usually wore black, but baggy black. Not tight black jeans and t-shirts two sizes too small. Sports team logos, not bands. If this is what Angelica liked, no way she would go for me. But still.

I looked around, glancing over to the desk where her laptop sat. I wonder... stepped over, tapped the keyboard. Locked. But... I feel like there's a 30% chance she's the type to write her password down somewhere.

I opened a drawer on the desk. Whatever else I might have imagined, I didn't expect the first drawer I opened to contain a teardrop-shaped vibrating sex toy and a stack of photographs. I picked them up, password forgotten. Like most of her posters, it was a bunch of goth types, mostly in artsy black-and-white. But this... this wasn't her fandom. This was straight-up porn.

Skinny, androgynous dudes with makeup and piercings fucking busty dark-haired women; lots of leather and chains and eyeliner. I stared at one, a gorgeous woman with curly hair, eyes filled with tears and her lips spread wide as a hand forced her down on... a plastic dick?

I realized, belatedly, that the photo was from one of those modern-day Polaroid knockoffs. I saw the camera sitting on a shelf across the room.

Angelica... was bi? I looked at the next photo in the stack. It was almost identical, but the dildo in the center of the photo was going into the mouth of one of the androgynous men. I flipped past that one quickly. Another woman. Flipped again. Another woman. Flipped again. The first woman, bent over, the strapon in her ass.

I realized that I was stroking my dick through my jeans. Jesus.

Flipped again-- the man getting his ass fucked. Flipped again. I froze.

That was Angelica. Taken from a low angle, the dildo huge in her hand. A chain stretched up from out of the frame to her hand. I realized that I had unzipped my pants.

Next photo, light-haired girl, collared, leashed, straddling a familiar pair of hips, the dildo buried inside her as she gasped.

I was masturbating outright now, staring at what I could see of Angelica's body, staring at the girl, I was so close-- I heard the front door slam.

I booked it out of Angelica's room and back to my own, before Ish could see me. I only realized after I eased my door shut that I still held the photo of Angelica in the strapon. I had absent-mindedly held it in my left hand as I stared at the image of the girl getting fucked.

Shit. I heard Ish enter the bathroom and start the shower. Would he hear me if I went in Angelica's room to put this back? Probably. I sank down unto my bed, stroking my dick through my still unzipped jeans. I mean... so long as I was here.

I finished, trying not to make any noise as I imagined bending Angelica over like she had bent over the woman in the other picture. My dick buried in her shapely ass. Her strapon sliding-- no.

I set the photo down, cleaned up using a dirty pair of underwear. Waited until Ish got out of the shower and I heard him banging around in his room. Slipped out and dropped the photo back in Angelica's room. Was in the kitchen making myself a sandwich when Ish came back out.

I said nothing as he put together his own sandwich, grabbed a bottle of water, and sat down. Hesitated.

"So..."

"Yeah?"

"You think Angelica would be into me if I, like... got a new style?"

He rolled his eyes, snorted. "Dude, I think you should just ask her out on a date if you're so obsessed. But yeah, if you dressed a bit nicer, bit less baggy, I think she'd go for it."

"But she's, like... into dudes in makeup and stuff. I peeked in at her posters."

He dropped his head as if he was considering smacking it on the table. "Let's not go crazy here dude. You're going for "he cleans up nice," not "he's changing his entire style for me, wow that's creepy.."

I grunted. "You think the clothing store down the street is open?"

Laughter, shaking his head. "Yeah, sure, probably."