Not Me - Let's Get The Fuck Out Of Here

The walk home felt different now. Lighter. Like the whole world had tilted a little bit more in my favor. To be fair, it had - I had a literal fucking genie on my side now.

I’d told Sarah earlier during lunch to head back without me — “got some stuff to handle after school” — and she’d just shrugged and said she’d see me at home. Smart move on my part. No need to explain why I was disappearing behind the gym with Ricole Laurens.

The sun was already dipping low by the time I started my route, golden light stretching across the sidewalks. My legs were a little sore, my balls pleasantly empty, and my brain replaying the image of Ricole’s massive tits bouncing while she rode me like a woman possessed. Good day. Really good day.

Halfway home, something nagged at me. I reached into my pocket and felt the cool metal of the golden jar.

“Hey Max,” I muttered under my breath. “Quick question.”

A lazy puff of blue-purple smoke appeared beside me, forming into the genie’s grinning face as he floated along.

“What’s up, Pervman?”

“When I did the thing with Sarah, I had to pick a specific body part to touch, right? Her right hand. But with Ricole today… I just grabbed her arm. No selection screen for a body part. What’s that about?”

Max blinked. Then he frowned. “Huh. That’s weird. Should’ve been the same process. Let me check the Wish-Interface real quick.”

He went quiet for a moment, his smoky form flickering like he was buffering. Then his eyes widened.

“Oh. Ohhhhh shit.”

I raised an eyebrow. “What?”

“You… kinda leveled up, dude. After you finished the tutorial with Sarah — specifically after you fucked her in the bathroom that first time — the ability upgraded. Hypnotic Touch Level 2. No more needing a designated body part. Any skin contact works now. I… may have forgotten to mention it. Been a while since I had an active wisher. Time gets blurry in the jar.”

I stopped walking. “You forgot?”

“Look, I was stuck in Antarctica last cycle watching penguins freeze their balls off. Cut me some slack.”

I stared at him for a second, then burst out laughing. “Max, you magnificent dumbass. I’ve been paranoid about grabbing a specific body part every time and you just… forgot to tell me I don’t need to anymore?”

He rubbed the back of his smoky neck sheepishly. “In my defense, you were doing fine. And it was funny watching you be all careful.”

I shook my head, grinning. “Unbelievable. Fine, I’ll let it slide. Just don’t forget the important shit next time.”

“Scout’s honor,” Max said, giving me a lazy salute before dissolving back into the jar.

I kept walking, feeling even better. Level 2. Any touch. The possibilities were stacking up nicely.
By the time I got home, the house was quiet. Dad was probably still at work. I kicked off my shoes and headed straight to my room, already thinking about grabbing a snack and maybe hopping on Clash Royale for a bit.

I opened the door and froze.

Sarah was standing in the middle of my room, fresh out of the shower. Her long blonde hair was damp and slightly messy, a towel barely wrapped around her body. The moment I stepped inside, her eyes locked onto me. That familiar shift happened — the casual expression melting into focused, compulsive hunger.

She didn’t say anything at first. Just dropped the towel.

Her perfect body was on full display again — those bouncy tits with the large dark areolas, toned abs, smooth shaved pussy all on display. She crossed the room in three quick steps, pushed the door shut behind me, and dropped to her knees right there on the carpet.

“Shower’s done,” she murmured, voice thick with need. “You know the drill, Ward.”

Fuck yes I did. My hands went straight to her hair as she yanked my pants down, my cock springing free, already half-hard from the walk home and the sight of her. She wrapped her soft lips around me without hesitation, taking me deep in one smooth motion.

“Shit, Sarah…” I groaned, leaning back against the door.

She worked me like a pro — sloppy, eager, and relentless. Her tongue swirled around the head before she bobbed down, taking almost all of me into her warm, wet throat. The sounds were obscene: wet sucking, her little moans vibrating around my shaft, the occasional gag when she pushed herself deeper. Her hands massaged my balls gently while she sucked, eyes watering but full of that same confident fire.

I gripped her blonde hair tighter, guiding her pace. She looked up at me, cheeks hollowed, mascara slightly smudged, looking like the perfect secret cocksucker she now was.
It didn’t take long. Between the earlier round with Ricole and how fucking hot Sarah looked on her knees, I was already close.

“Gonna cum,” I warned.

She just moaned louder and sucked harder, doubling down. I thrust into her mouth a few more times before I exploded, pumping thick ropes straight down her throat. Sarah swallowed every drop, milking me until I was completely spent, then gently licked me clean.

When she finally pulled off, she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, stood up, and gave me that familiar sassy grin.

“Much better,” she said casually, like she’d just had a glass of water. “I always feel so refreshed after that. You really should thank me more often, slowpoke.”

She grabbed her towel, wrapped it back around herself, and headed for the door.

“See you at dinner, Ward.”

She winked and slipped out, leaving me standing there with my pants around my ankles and a stupid smile on my face.