Jessica Bites the Apple

Her mother’s warnings had all been for naught... or had they? Jessica might not have been able to articulate her fears of powerlessness and subservience without her mother making it so clear, and it seemed like she had reached through to Ernest by borrowing those warnings. How long would his moment of humane wish-mastering last? She had no idea... but now there was a temptation her mother hadn’t contemplated. A condition she didn’t warn of, perhaps because her 'Master', wherever she was, would never bother with such unnecessary charity...

Ernest was offering her the power of the cosmos. Power forbidden to Jessica... and power only hampered insofar as it interfered with his control of it. Power that even her mother didn't get to enjoy. What would her mother's warning have been if she had a generous Master?

A crown of power could make a tyrant of anyone, even the humble ****... much less an American cheerleader. In any case, Jessica was in no state to philosophize herself away from infinite power. “If you really promise not to... do anything...?”

“With what you’ve given me?" Well, failed to take away... no, no, that's no way to look at it. "How could I say no?” Ernest allowed himself a laugh. “My mom...” He hesitated; he didn’t normally share such details, but Jessica and him now had something like a secret pact. “My mom doesn’t want me to know, but I know she was having a hard time making ends meet. She even borrowed from my sister, who’s on student loans...”

Jessica looked around at the bathroom; it was fairly bare and white, sure, but it was in a fairly nice townhouse-

“My dad’s, before the divorce,” Ernest explained with a wave of his hand. “Point is, you just helped make a huge worry disappear, so... yeah, of course I want you to get something too, even if I did help your family.”

Jessica nodded... and natural avarice did the rest. “W-Well,” she said without standing, “I... I want a few things, but I really don’t want to keep making a mess in here... hnnngg!” Her body trembled as she came from a simple, white lie. Ernest was only briefly confused before remembering his earlier wish, "Gaaah- fine, I just don't want to keep... doing this... in f-front of you!"

“I wish you no longer came while lying,” he commanded.

Jessica trembled as orgasm compounded orgasm; her hands both reached down around her hips to grope at her crotch as her tongue shot out of her mouth in some attempt to speak through her hysterical shrieks and visible perspiring. She shut her mouth and eyes as she tried to suppress what became a full ten seconds before she finally managed to pull her fingers free and gasp, “P-Please... Master... warnings...!”

“I just didn’t want to leave you... you know...”

“Thank you,” she panted, “that was... definitely one of my wishes, but...” She didn’t dare ask for decent clothes now; she’d just dirty them immediately, and that wasn’t a laundry day she wanted to- “Oh f-fuck it, give me your phone.”

He complied and waved it at her; she dried her hands as best she could on her absurd costume before reaching up and taking it, taking extra care to not touch his fingers in the process. Ernest tried not to look at the trembling, sweating blonde as she typed with the rabid pace of a teenage socialite.

Her mission was only occasionally interrupted by the tremors of her afterglow. Despite her pace, she took quite some time; eventually Ernest began to worry. Was she looking through his stuff? Texting his small ring of friends? He didn't dare ask, though he was growing more paranoid with each of the three full minutes she took. Satisfied with whatever she just did, she went to hand the phone back-

"Oh, wait!" ... and quickly pulled it back for another few minutes of typing. Ernest waited awkwardly until, nearly another five minutes later, she handed the phone back to her Master; Ernest couldn't help but smell her on it, a detail he thought best kept to himself. At a glance, and with a flicking scroll of his thumb on the notepad app page she wrote, he realized why she took so long:

I WISH
to be sent to my bathroom in my home with my clothes from the party clean and back in my closet

this awful costume vanished and I was already in my bath ready to shower

to have it so my party ended with everyone having had a great time, except Kevin, and all my doors are locked and the security system is on

to have the whole house cleaned up and all the leftovers already put away where they belong and nothing broken

to be able to fall asleep instantly at 3am tonight and waake up in time for school like I slept a full twelve hours

to have way more stamina and a perfect metabolism no a magical meatbolism so I can eat whatever I want without getting fatter or thinner unless I want to and only in the ways I want

to have no more back pain or any other muscle pains from soreness or whatever

to have gotten A’s on my last no on all my math tests

that Kevin Scott firgot everything he found out tonight at my house and never came and had to stay home because of lice like alot of it

that my periods are bloodless and painless from now on

that I could never catch a cold, virus, sickness, or disease ever again

that I'm never hungry or thirsty or suffering from them either but can always enjoy and drink whatever I want

nd that you wouldn’t make any wish again at least until the weekend after we have a talk

Typos aside, the intentions were clear... and the wishes, as Ernest understood them, ranged from petty to some so useful that he thought about applying them to himself. "So just math...?"

“Mrs. Hauberk hates cheerleaders,” she grumbled, “that’s why she gives me B’s...”

Ernest was surprised, but he only gave her a firm nod... until he read the last item again. Jessica hosting the party on Wednesday--the middle of the school week, no less--was just some evidence of her clout among the social elite... but it also meant that tomorrow was a school day, as was the day after. "So two days without making any wishes...?"

"Two and a half," Jessica replied, her voice more even now that she had a few minutes to calm down, "cuz I have cheer practice this Saturday morning." Granted, it wasn't mandatory, even for the captain--Jessica might say especially for the captain--but she welcomed the excuse to show off... especially if these wishes worked out.

"So... we should talk... over lunch?"

"That's fine." Jessica began to fantasize about what she'd eat: forget reward days, she could have... anything? Was it even feasible? She had to watch her food so carefully until now that this new, mad fantasy-

"So... it's a date!" Ernest happily declared.

"N-No, it's... a meeting," his **** replied.

"Well that's no way to talk to your Master, now is it?" He had meant it playfully, but Jessica's fear had him quickly stammer, "I-I'm just kidding, you don't have to keep calling me that!"

"I... I don't think I have a choice, Master. Master." She grumbled under her breath until her eyes lit up. "The author of The Old Man and the Sea is Ernest Hemingway. Ernest Hemingway has your first name. That name is Ernest. So your name is Master- damn it!" She rubbed her temples and tried to focus. "Your name is Mast-"

"Are you okay?"

"I can't say your name! I mean, I can't refer to you by name without calling you 'Master,' Master."

Ernest scratched the bridge of his nose. If he was being honest, that was pretty hot-

"Which means we can't see each other at school, and I can't ever have to mention you!"

"O-Oh... well, what if I wished away the consequence of that and everyone just heard 'Ernest' when you referred to me, no matter what came out of your mouth?"

"That's-! That's... pretty smart, actually," she demurred.

Ernest typed away to add it to the list. "Done! So... we've got a deal?"

"Deal?"

Ernest tried to offer his best smile. "You'll... you know, give me the light of day... and we'll make the best of this weird relationship?" His sheepish tone both embarrassed and relieved Jessica; the brief power trip had passed, she hoped.

"If you... if you promise to not make any more wishes until after our... date," Jessica almost sighed, "I'll... I'll give it serious thought." Jessica slowly stood while covering her naughty bits. "I mean... it's all I can do, right?"

Ernest nodded slowly... though he was clearly worried. "Well, I can promise that as long as no one's in serious danger... I mean, what if our wishes somehow hurt or even kill someone?"

Jessica tried to not to giggle at the idea of Kevin being overcome by lice. "Fine, but just because I can't see how that'll happen." She narrowed his eyes. "But don't mess around with this promise! If you play fast and loose... well, that's not fitting for a boyfriend, if it comes to that."

Ernest's heart jumped up into his throat, but he tried to keep his composure. Luckily, both had been blushing the entire time just by virtue of their circumstance.

"Then... it's a promise?" He held out his hand.

"It's a promisseeeeeoooh-!" Jessica had gone to shake his hand... and quickly slithered from his grip as her pussy clenched in response. Fuck, his stupid wish! She looked around and, finding a small wash towel hanging from the showerhead, she quickly wrapped her fingers in it before giving Ernest a cold, moist handshake, "It's... a promise."