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Freddie try to keep his focus, which is very difficult, but he’s got so many questions that need to be answered. His burgeoning erection would have to wait. He sits down at his bed, not allowing his eyes to go further south than her neck, which is a Herculean feat if he would say so himself. “So, for starters, what are the rules?” This question seems to confuse her. “What do you mean?” the genie asks. He answers, “You know, the rules. There’s got to be some rules, right? Like, I don’t know, you can’t make someone fall in love with me or something. There’s got to be something you can’t do, right?”

She shakes her head. “No,” she says, “there are no rules. Maybe if I was a less powerful genie, I’d have some limitation to my powers, but I am, as some have put it, the Queen of the Genies. My powers are unmatched.” That brings him to another question. “Well then, how did you get trapped in a lamp?” he wonders. She responds, “I allowed myself to be placed in the lamp.” She continues to explain, “Long ago, humans and genies coexisted. Most genies were helpful to humans. Always trying to lend a hand. Most, that is. Others felt that we were better than humans and felt offended when a human asked for their help. So they would use their magic to cause people problems. Problems that, sometimes, even lead to ****. After the humans asked for our help, all the good genies help them kill all the bad ones. We lost many good genies along the way. After the dust settled, there were only around 100 genies left. But alas, humans have grown more weary of us. So, as an act of good faith, we all volunteered to be placed in specific items, like my lamp. I used my powers to give one man the ability to create the items to trap us genies, but I made sure to only give him that power. I didn’t want him to go power mad. He created my lamp & I willingly went inside. I’ve been waiting for someone to release me, which you so graciously have done.”

“Wow, that’s a lot to take in,” he says, trying to process everything she just said. “What else would you like to know?” Samira asks. “Right now, I’m not really thinking of other questions. Honestly, I can’t help thinking of other wishes to make,” the tech nerd answers. “By all means master, make your wishes.”

“Well, is there any way that other people can’t see you, unless I want them to see you? I wouldn’t want what just happened with my mom to happen anywhere else,” Freddie asks. “Of course, just wish it,” Samira answers, as if it’s the easiest thing in the world, which it is. “Oh right. Um Samira, I wish that only people I want to see you can see you.” She snaps her fingers and grants his wish. “It is done.” A new thought comes to Freddie, “Also, I wish that only people I want to hear you can hear you. It’s no good if people can’t see you, but they can still hear your voice.”

“A fine addition to the wish, master,” Samira compliments Freddie. “That means, as of right now, only me & my mom can see you & hear you. Me, for obvious reasons. And my mom, because she thinks you’re a foreign exchange student. Plus, I can just say anything and my mom will believe me, so she’s not much of a problem anymore,” Freddie summizes. She stands there, awaiting her master’s next wish. “Anything else?” she asks.

“Actually, now that I think about it, if people can’t see you and we try to have a conversation, I’m going to seem out of my mind. So, I wish we will be able to communicate telepathically, and that I can turn it off and on at will. That way, I won’t always have to talk to make a wish. You’re going to be able to know exactly what I’m wishing for.” She smiles at her master’s brilliance. “That sounds like an excellent wish,” she says before snapping her fingers.

“Testing, testing,” Freddie thinks, hoping it will work. “I can hear you,” Samira telepathically replies. Freddie smiles, imagining the possibilities. So many things that he could do that he never could. So many things he regrets not doing when giving the chance.

“Who’s Sam?” Samira asks. He looks a little surprised, but then remembers the wish he just made. He turns off the telepathic link. “Oh, she’s my ex-girlfriend. You could make the argument that she’s my first real ex-girlfriend. We dated for a while, fell in love, but then broke up. In hindsight, I think it would have been better if we had just stayed friends, if you could even call what we were ‘friends.’ While there may be still some romantic feelings, I’m not going act on them. But there is something I regret not doing.”

He begins to trail off in his thoughts, but he snaps right back when Samira says, very bluntly, “Do you mean fornication?” Freddie almost starts **** on his saliva. “Yeah (cough) that,” Freddie replies. “You know, I have always been aware that humans perform intercourse with one another to procreate. Is that what you wish you would have done with her?” Samira innocently asks. “Well, it’s not just for procreation. It can also be done for simple pleasure. I mean, haven’t you ever done it, just because?” Freddie asks.

“No,” the genie says, “I have never taken part in intercourse. Genies don’t need to in order to procreate. We can merely use our powers to create more genies. The only reason we didn’t when the war was over was because we didn’t want to frighten the humans.” Freddie is almost in shock. With a beautiful specimen like her, it surprises him that she may be a virgin. “What about with a previous master? Did any of them ever do anything with you?” Freddie asks. Samira responds, “Need I remind you, you are my first master. I have been trapped in that lamp since I went in.”

“Right, right, right. Well, humans don’t just have sex, you know intercourse, to procreate. Sometimes we do it just because we want to & it feels good. Like, I don’t regret not knocking up Sam. I regret, and by that I mean my horny 18 year old self, not getting a chance to do anything with Sam. Sometimes, at night, I think about it would feel to just motorboat her tits, or, on days where she particularly got on my nerves, to just slap her bare ass as hard as I could. I never got a chance to do anything like that.” A bit of sadness started washing over Freddie, but then he remembered. “But I can now,” he says. “I can now, because of you.”

He gets up and places his hands on the genie’s shoulders. “You can make that happen. Me and Sam. One time. No strings attached. Just a couple of 18 year olds losing their virginities to one another, assuming Sam still has hers. I’d be surprised if she didn’t.”

“Of course I can do that, master,” Samira states. “But, remember, you have to say ‘I wish’ first.” Freddie is about to say the words, but then pauses. If this is going to happen, he’d want it to be fairly pleasurable for Sam too. He wouldn’t want it to end too soon. And, while he’s always heard that it’s not the size of the boat that matters, he’d still want to give Sam more than his, respectable, six inches.

“Before I do, let’s get some things out of the way. OK, first things first, I wish that my dick, you know my penis,” he explains, unaware of Samira understanding of modern-day slang, “was three inches longer … and has the girth of a, let’s say, banana.” Samira snaps her fingers and says, “Coming right up.” Freddie could feel the physical change happening. He takes off his pants & underwear and looks at his new equipment in his mirror. His excitement has already given him an erection. His formerly 6 inch, 4.5 inch thick dong now stands at 9 inches & 6.5 inches thick. This pleases the Seattle native. He wanted it to be bigger, but not too big. He turns back around and faces Samira, who’s eyes glance down at her master’s package.

Freddie doesn’t notice her looking at her first penis and makes his next wish, “I wish my stamina was near-superhuman, so I can go hours on end.” Samira snaps out of it her and says “As you wish.” And just like that, another thing on Freddie’s list is checked off. “Alright, I have a good size & my muscles aren’t going to tire as easily. But I should probably do something about my refractory period. I’ve jerked off before & it takes me a while for me to get ready for another round. So Samira, I wish my refractory period is almost non-existent. That way, I’ll be ready to go another round with Sam fairly quickly.” Samira grants her master his next wish.

Without the telepathic link in effect, Freddie can’t hear Samira think to herself, “I am feeling some type of way after seeing master’s naked lower form. Am I feeling, how did master put it, horny?” Freddie starts rubbing his hands. “Alright, do I need anything else. No, I don’t think so. If anything comes to mind, I’ll just wish for it in the moment.” A realization hits him. “My mom. She may believe everything I say, but I’m still going to feel a bit awkward having her in the apartment. I wish she would go spend the night in a nearby motel.” Samira grants his wish and Mrs. Benson up and leaves, without any semblance of notice.

“Alright, I’m ready. I wish that Sam would show up at my apartment, right now, and want to have sex with me,” Freddie says. Samira snaps her fingers and, soon after, a knock is heard on Freddie’s apartment door. Freddie quickly puts his clothes back on and sprints towards the door.