She wants to see him

"I wish I could watch him any time I wanted."

The genie smiled. Alana waited, but nothing seemed to happen. When her expression changed to confusion, the genie said, "Check your phone."

She hastily pulled out her phone and found that it had a new app called "Drew". She started it, and her screen showed what looked like a video of a bathroom. Drew was in it, brushing his teeth!

"Oh, this is so good! He must be getting ready to go to bed! Oh my god, we use the same toothpaste!" She watched as he left the bathroom and went to his bedroom.

"I'm glad you like it," said the genie. "You'll find that this program has other functions."

Alana looked over the app and found an option labeled "projection". She tapped the button, and suddenly Drew's room was projected onto her own like a hologram. Some parts were clipped off because his room was a lot bigger than hers, but it worked pretty well. As she watched him get ready to end his day, she took off her clothes.

She gasped when he took his shirt off, revealing chiseled abs and huge pecs. When he reached for an old, baggy t-shirt to sleep in, she said, "I wish he slept in the nude." The t-shirt disappeared as if he'd never had it. Alana stood in front of the slightly transparent image of him as he took off his jeans and his grey, boxer briefs. It was as if his naked body was right there in her room. The projection of his room lined up his bed with hers, so as the muscular football player climbed into his bed, his image climbed into hers, and she climbed in with him. She laid next to him and stared adoringly at his face as she fingered herself to orgasm. Then she wished that she could recover from orgasm instantly, and she fingered her wet pussy some more. She kept going until she fell asleep.

The next morning, Alana squealed in delight when she opened her eyes and saw the projection of Drew. He was lying on his back, so his cock was on display. It looked like he had a partial erection, which prompted Alana to say, "I wish he would get full morning wood right now." His cock inflated to full size, and she placed her hand above it, moving it back and forth as if stroking the projection.

Alana looked around and saw that the genie wasn't out. His bottle was on the table with the stopper in it. "Genie? Are you there?"

"Yes, my dear," said the genie's voice in her head. "I can come out if you like, although you can make a wish from anywhere, and I will hear and obey."

"No, that's okay," said Alana. She gleefully continued miming a stroking motion on the sleeping image's cock. "I know exactly what I want. It's time to get closer to Drew."