Only One Wish

(Written for a contest in which we were given the first and last lines (which were quotes from movies) randomly and had to fill in-between them. God, I hope this thing makes sense!)

Chapter 1. My life, so far...

Of all the gin joints in all the towns in all the world, why'd she have to walk into mine?

I was working part-time as a bartender in the fairly nice bar- you know, one of those places that does more martinis than beers, when an older woman came in and sat at the bar in front of me. I smiled and asked her what she wanted, then made it up for her. She nursed it slowly, seeming to just enjoy the atmosphere and some time to herself.

She was not much to look at- middle aged, average height and build, hair that appeared black in the soft lighting of the lounge. She looked like she was in her late 40's or so, but it was hard to tell. The only unusual thing about her was her outfit- it looked sort of 'modern gypsy'- a longish dark skirt with subtle swirls of color and small bursts of gold threads, a loose white blouse covered in pleats, a sort of jacket thing that might have been a shrug or shawl that looked homemade out of a colorful tapestry. She had hoop earrings, and a few other touches that made her look like, I dunno, maybe an upscale fortune teller?

But, hey. I was here to mix drinks and be nice, not to delve into my customer's lives unless they want to talk, and so far, all she was doing was sitting and sipping.

It turns out that she did want to talk, just sit and sip. All damn night. It was getting near closing and the place was empty but for her and me. I had just finished most of the closing chores and was about to tell her it was time when she looked up at me.

"I can't pay, but I can offer you this." At 'this' she set down a cheap bronze 'Aladdin's lamp' thing that made a cheap hollow clank as it hit the marble bar.

"Oh, come on. What's going on here?" I asked, a bit ticked by now. She sat here all night and was stiffing me for the damned drink?

"No, no, you don't understand." She said with a slight slur. She was drunk, too? Damn it all!

"It's a MAGIC lamp!" She urged it closer to me. I sighed and took it and shooed her out, all the while she was protesting that it was real. Yeesh. Some people just should not drink. I pulled the money out of my share of the tips and covered her ass.

I finished up and took the damned thing home. Jennifer, my long-time girlfriend, was already in bed, which figured since she worked a real job with real hours. I had to work a full-time slave-wages job for benefits, the bartender bit for actual spending money and I had a gig on-line for some extra bucks. In other words, I worked long hours with little to show for it. I was in the kitchen rustling up a bedtime snack and playing with the lamp.

Why not? I rubbed it and it started to rattle and shake on the table. I heard a voice thundering in my head- "I AM THE DJINN OF THE LAMP. WHY HAVE YOU DISTURBED ME?"

I stammered out something about the old lady and wishes when it interrupted me."WISHES, YES, BUT IT IS *I* WHO CHOOSES WHAT TO GRANT. I HAVE SEEN YOUR MIND AND KNOW WHAT I SHALL GRANT YOU. IT IS DONE AND OUR CONTRACT IS FULFILLED. YOU SHALL NEVER HEAR FROM ME AGAIN. GOODBYE!" The lamp went still.

I've been dating Jennifer for almost five years. She was smart, nice, dedicated, and more but she was not exciting, and lately our tastes and interests had drifted some. I still loved her in many ways, but I found that I was really not excited by her, and I suspect that she was no longer excited by me. Our schedules meant that we only shared a few meals a week, our sex life was rather skimpy, and we were more like roommates than a committed couple. I had no illusions that this was going to last much longer, but it was nice while it was lasting and she really is a good person.

I know that I am nothing special myself- a somewhat chunky 36 year-old already feeling tinges of age. Not a bad build- I could certainly benefit from hitting the gym more often, or the buffet a little less- and I've never really considered my face, butt, cock, or anything else to be anything too great.

Jen on the other hand is a tall 37 year-old that looks older, partly because she has chosen to burn the candle at both ends for years as a teacher and a long-time volunteer for several causes, partly because of genes. Even though she works out more than I do, she looks a bit... saggy. She carries a few more pounds than her frame should, and they are not well-distributed. Perhaps most unfortunately, her features have become a bit more masculine and rough. You could see traces of the young 'almost cute' young girl she was, but now you might call her a 'handsome woman'.

I wanted a change. I wanted Jen to be interesting, excited, sexual, and more- all the things I wished I could not have, but was resigned to living without. As I thought about this, I thought about what the djinn said, and all the ways things could be a lot worse and became afraid. I slept fitfully the rest of the night.

Chapter 2. Jenny

The next morning I woke to the smell of coffee and bacon? I shrugged on a robe and hit the bathroom, then made my way to the dining room, where two places had been set with coffee, coffee cake, juice, and the paper. Breakfast was usually cold cereal and maybe coffee if anyone remembered to set the timer. I heard light, musical humming in the kitchen and was about to investigate when the door swung open and...

"AAAAAhhh! Who are you?" I shrieked in surprise at the young blonde in the white robe carrying a tray of bacon, eggs, and pancakes. I leapt back, trying to half-way hide the old robe I was wearing that barely covered my body from this sexy young thing, and thinking about where there might be a weapon if I would need it. OK, that was a dumb thought- I was obviously bigger and stronger than the teen, but I was confused and, I'll admit it, scared.

She laughed musically. "Jackson William Browne, stop being silly and come to breakfast, you big goof."

I slowly unwound and stood up. 'You big goof' was a common phrase Jen used towards me. Why did this hot teen say it to me? "Do I know you?" I asked.

She came over and gave me a quick peck on the cheek. She smelled like lightly of fruits and flowers. "Tsk. Silly boy. It's just me, Jennifer Alicia McAdams, just like yesterday and the day before. Now stop messing around and sit. You've got to be at work soon."

I sat and rather mechanically began to eat as she sat across from me, smiled at me, and began to read the paper. This was Jen? Jen never looked like this. This girl was MAYBE 20, with long pale blonde hair and a hefty set of gorgeous breasts on a slender body. My Jen was actually a bit taller than me, but this girl was a fair bit shorter. But dear God she looked cute! Blue eyes, perfect pink lips, creamy smooth skin with a tiny nose and high cheek bones... she could easily be a model for pretty much anything. I have to admit, though, that she looked really familiar somehow.

"Wha..." I cleared my throat and tried again. "What happened?"

She glanced at the front page again. "The council voted against the school levy. I guess the good news is that our taxes won't go up but I feel bad that we can't build the new school. Oh, or did you mean about the fires out west?"

"No, no I mean, my God, Jen- what happened to you?"

"To me? What do you mean? Is something wrong?" She was looking at herself. She let the robe slip open and dear God she looked fine! Big, high breasts with perfect pink nipples on them, and an adorable little belly. She hefted one breast and I almost came right there. She was looking at her teeth in the bowl of a spoon- so damned cute! And so young, my God!

"No, I mean yes... I mean... you look so..." I was scrambling for the right thing to say. "You look so great this morning" By now, the memory of the wish had resurfaced- is this what Djinn did for me? Give me a young, sexy Jen? This might not be so bad, I thought.

Jen dimpled and thanked me for the compliment, then went to the laundry area and came back with a load of clothes she folded as I finished eating. I almost spat out my toast when she folded the distinctive T and bright orange shorts. "H... Hooters?" I choked out.

"Hmmm? Oh, yeah, it's OK, my shift does not start till 10 today. I'll get some stuff done around here, then head on in. Oh, hey, and tonight we are both on at the lounge, so maybe we can get something to eat afterwards?" The lounge? I saw her hanging up the cute little costume our lounge servers wore on the nights it was busy enough to justify the extra help and got hard, well, harder, at the thought of this cute chick wearing it.

She hustled me off to work with a sack lunch, a deeply erotic kiss, and a fond fondling of my balls. I barely noticed the work day, and was actually looking forward to my shift at the bar. She started a couple hours after I got there, just before the evening crowd picked up. She looked marvelous in her uniform that was so flattering to women in general, but really loved girls that could fill it out right. She thoroughly charmed all of her customers and made a bundle on tips. Not only was she a joy to watch, but she whispered sweet things to me and got a load of tips she shared with all of us.

I drove her home via a quick stop for some take-out. (She asked if it would be OK so she could change and get out of the heels. Gee, get a sizzling young blonde to my house all alone with me quicker? Let me think about that for a minute.)

We ate, watched some late night stuff that made her laugh. It was a joy to watch this beautiful girl feel so free and open that she could sit on the floor next to me, eating Chinese take-out awkwardly with her chopsticks, in an old t-shirt and panties, and laugh so freely and honestly. It got me so turned on!

After a quick wash up, she turned to me with a huge smile. "So, wanna fool around, big guy?" When I nodded, she slipped my clothes off as I fumbled with hers. She laughed at me when I stared at her naked flawless body. "Don't just look, you big goof. You've seen it before. Come on, Jack, touch me, take me, fuck me!" That broke the spell. I was kissing her and fondling her wonderful breasts as we maneuvered to the bed and she hopped on, pulling me down, face to her navel- which smelled great, by the way.

I licked her lower and lower through a laughing orgasm, and she pulled me up and jammed my hard cock in her cunt and made me fuck her good and hard- what a rough job! We fucked several times before I wearily begged her to let me sleep since I had to get up in a few hours. She snuggled up to me and I fell asleep with her breasts on my back and arms around my chest.

She made me breakfast again the next morning, and as I came to the table, I noticed the Hooters calendar on the wall, the one the old Jennifer really disliked, showing a young blonde- very much like the new Jenny. I remembered now where I had seen this new person before and dashed to my room.

I pulled out the current men's soft-porn mag I subscribed to (just for the articles, you understand) and there she was- the current Babe of the Month. Her name in the magazine was Suzi. I read the short biography and made notes- birthdate, home town, likes and dislikes. The magazine babe and the old Jen were quite different from each other. Jen was not much for the outdoors, but was working on her Masters of Education, Suzi loved the outdoors and was working to be a teacher. Jen preferred occasional vanilla sex while Suzi says she adores sex of all types and joking called herself an unrepentant nymphomaniac. Jen read mostly textbooks and non-fiction, Suzi loves quirky detective stories. Jen loved quiche and wine, while Suzi apparently likes beer and pizza. Suzi sounded like a classic California college party girl.

I felt like I would like her when I saw her article the first time a week or so ago, and now she was in my apartment. So, the question was- did the new incarnation of Jen (I had already discovered she preferred 'Jenny') more like the old Jen or Suzi? How the hell can I find out without making her think I've lost my mind- I mean, any more than she probably already thinks?

By the time I went into the kitchen, breakfast was ready and she was sitting, face glowing with perfect youth, as she read the paper. I had a brainstorm. "So, Jenny, do you ever think about modeling?" Jen would have slapped me and gave me a lecture about the role of real women in society. Jenny smiled and broke out in dimples.

"Yeah." She actually giggled adorably. "I could totally rock in the magazine you get." It was not quite a secret from Jen, but I never let her see it or mention it to her. Jenny seemed to know all about it. "I think it would be so hot to have all those guys jacking off looking at me. But, if I want to be a teacher, I need to be careful about things like that, you know. That's why I've only done clothed shoots."

"What would your biography say?" I asked, trying to be smooth and casual about it.

"Hmmm, interesting question. Let's see. It would start with the basics. Jennifer Alicia MacAdams, unless I used an alias. Born April 3, 1990 (Interesting, I noted, same date, different year) in Des Moines, Iowa (same hometown as the old Jen). I would probably say I was a hostess in a chain restaurant who was going to school to earn my Bachelor's Degree although I might fib about the college I was in. My measurements are 5′ 7″, and a 131 pounds. I'm 34DD-20-34, blonde hair, blue eyes. My likes would include pizza, hiking, the outdoors, kids, dogs, sex, and my sexy boyfriend, Billy Jack, of the last two years. (Two years? I guess if we had dated five years ago she would have only been fifteen- awkward! Of course, she would remember the nick-name I got when some school friends watched the old movie one night.)

"My dislikes would be lemon foods, spiders, grumpy people, boring books, and stupid rules. I'd probably add that I consider myself to be a sort of a nymphomaniac and I don't want to be cured!" She was laughing by this point, but I was amazed that she was such a blend of Jen and Suzi. I promised her we would do a photoshoot for fun later this week and do it up like the magazine- but I also promised her I would not send it in or post it anywhere.

The next few weeks were a blast! During this period, it was like her libido was on '11'. We had sex every night, and often some sort of quickie during the day. I could eat her juicy little pussy out for hours and I loved to hear her moan, scream, and purr as I did so. She seemed to love to suck me off just as much and seemed to get off on the chance of getting caught. We did it in a restaurant where the linens did not 'quite' reach the floor. We also went camping, joined the local nature center and did some bird banding, and had some great non-conventional dates.

We did the photoshoot and she was so hot! It was like she instinctively knew how to hold her sexy body for perfect results. When I was done mocking up the fake magazine spread, I was amazed at how similar it turned out to the professional one.

I did wonder a bit where some of her clothes came from- a lot of it was similar to what Jen had, but most of it was a lot younger and sexier than Jen would ever wear. Jenny had a full line of sensuous lingerie, that she loved show off to me and enjoyed being photographed in.

Jenny loved the photos and we ended up cropping some to protect her privacy and posting them to a couple amateur sites that quickly clamored for more. She even got a couple offers to model for money. Jen loved the photos and carried them on her cellphone. She even used a super close up as her screen shot- if you did not know what it was, it was just a study in varying shiny pink tones and soft shapes.

And the actual sex! Enthusiastic, screaming, no-holds-barred, bed-breaking humping filled with enthusiasm and sheer lusty joy, followed by usually extensive cuddling and sighs. She was incredible! One night, we tried this semi-standing thing where she threw a leg over my shoulder as I tried to fuck her, but we fell over and her laughter combined with her panting and moaning brought me to an incredible orgasm.

I thanked the Djinn every night before I went to bed that month. In the back of my mind, I was terrified something horrible was going to happen, but so far, so good!

Chapter 3. Jeni

About a month later, I woke to an empty bed. Not really surprising as Jen was always an early riser, but something just felt different- a different scent, maybe? I dismissed it and hit the bathroom. Walking towards the kitchen, I had another sense that something was different- no coffee smell. Instead, I smelled... tea? And fruit?

I entered the kitchen and my jaw dropped. "Good morning, Jack. What can I get for your breakfast?" There was a perfectly lovely Oriental (Japanese?) woman standing there speaking in a musical voice with a hint of an accent. She was much shorter than me, or Jenny, and had short black hair framing a porcelain doll face. Her body was lithe and trim, but still sported a pair of adorable breasts, all currently wrapped up in a very tight and short white baby tank top and matching white mini-shorts that looked incredible against her delicately toned skin.

"Ah... could I have some French toast, Jen?" I tried. She smiled and nodded as she bustled off to whip some eggs and milk. I helped myself to some hot tea and watched her move around in the kitchen with economical movements. Her tiny bare feet were so perfect! It made me feel like a big clod in comparison.

I figured I needed some quick background information, so I grabbed a tax form I was putting off completing. "I might as well get this thing done. Let's see, name. Jack W. Andrews and Jennifer Alicia McAdams." Jen laughed.

"You big goof. Makahdi Alika Jeni. Stop trying to Anglicize my name."

"Address, phone, sosh- I'll have to look that up later, birthdates. 9-10-78 for me, and April 3, 1990 for you?" That was the old Jen's birthday.

"Tsk. So close. April 3, 1988." Interesting, she was a couple years older this time.

"OK, OK. Occupation. Student, part time hostess?" She absently corrected me with 'student slash office temp slash occasional model' as she fried up my French toast. Office temp?

She served me some very tasty French toast spiced up a little differently than I was used to, with a fruity sauce instead of butter and powdered sugar- I think it was these little touches that were the weirdest things to deal with sometimes.

"So what do we have going on this beautiful Thursday?" I asked her as we cleared the table.

Her composure shifted subtly. "Master Jack-san, this one was hoping to spend the day in her master's service." Wow. I had been sitting here hoping she would be into master/slave stuff and obey my every whim. Now that I think about it, blonde Jenny was doing some things I had only thought of as well. Could I control her with my mind? I focused on a leisurely blow job.

In an instant Jeni was on her knees in front of me, opening my fly as if unwrapping a treasured but fragile gift. When she got my entire seven inches (or so, depending on how and where you measure it) out, she focused her entire attention on it, as if she could will it to become harder for her- and it worked! She looked like she was worshiping my shaft, which did look rather large in her small, perfect hand. She breathed on it as she stroked it every so softly, murmuring something in Japanese. She stroked it with her face, then licked it ever so gingerly with her small, pointed tongue. She also used her long hair to tease me- what a sensation!

When she finally did take it all into her mouth, she made it feel at home somewhere warm and safe, loving and a lot of fun. She moved her head up and down on me as her hands and tongue all found something to play with. It did not take long for me to start to shiver and throb, which made her press a thumb on the bottom of my cock as she slowed her pace. When the urge subsided, she played with it for a while longer, then started to suck again- this time more aggressively and with all kinds of turning and twisting motions. I felt my orgasm rise again only to be defeated.