Role Models

When Jessica Edwards decided to show Simon Harris what was possible, even she wasn’t quite sure how far she was willing to go. However, a newfound surprise was how far she was ready to bring everyone along with her. The more the cheerleader devoted herself to her new goal in life, the more she needed to make sure those around her understood how things would work. In the quest to learn more about herself and her genie heritage, Jessica also realized more about those same people. Even that which they kept from her or even kept from themselves. In the case of the woman her father had married, it was that she understood something the genie hadn’t expected.

Stephanie Edwards understood devotion.

Jessica knew her Stepmother had always been attached to her father's hip. The trophy wife had never been one to slouch or sly away from her ability to get what she wanted. The devotion to Theodore Edwards made his wife into the doll she was now. Now that same devotion was directed from her husband toward her stepdaughter. Unfortunately, that meant giving Jessica precisely what she wanted….

“Like this Mistress, pay attention. Master has nerves that are much more sensitive to foreign touches than your father. See how he reacts to how I rub against him?”

Jess blushed at being directed by Stephanie like this. Her Stepmother instructed her even as the cheerleader’s attention remained locked on the cock inches from her face. They all lay entwined, a pile of nude bodies writhing against Simon’s virile form. Kimmy was draped nude across Jess’s back, her hands toying with her mercilessly.

Stephanie blinked, her face opening into a sly smile, “You’ve been sucking Master off already, haven’t you?”

The genie’s eyes widened in embarrassment. The teen never thought she’d have a conversation like this with Stephanie! Jessica shuddered, then moaned softly as her teacher nibbled at her right ear lobe and massaged her pussy languidly. It was distracting...

“I-I, um….”

“Oh please, Mistress... have you been having sex with Master? Sucking him off?”

“Y-Yes….”

The familiar sight of Stephanie’s grey eyes, the badgering questions; even with the new title, the adoration, and newfound duty to obey, somehow Jessica knew her maid hadn’t changed enough into her doll-like state to stop being herself. And the blonde quickly found herself falling back into the routine of seeing the woman as her maternal figure.

Even though she was now her stepdaughter’s obedient servant, Stephanie Edwards remained able to pull the answer from Jessica’s lips,

“I-I…I had sex with Simon…on my birthday! H-He…he ate me out, s-so I gave him a tit-fuck…please, Steph…I want to suck him…I…need to….”

Upon hearing the gasps and moans of his girlfriend and the last sentence, Simon, beneath all three women, groaned and orgasmed like a volcano. Jessica gasped and watched as her Stepmother’s bare breasts and face were splattered. Absentmindedly, Stephanie moved to remove it from her body, which caused her stepdaughter to squeak out in desperation,

“No! Don’t!”

The genie hesitated as a voice in her head reminded her of what she was about to do. Stephanie seemed to understand too and dragged a lone finger across her breasts, coating the manicured and slender finger in the hot sticky substance and holding it to Jessica’s lips. The genie’s eyes widened, and she was unprepared when Stephanie’s cum coated finger suddenly plunged into her mouth, and Simon’s sperm once again touched her taste buds...

“Mmm….”

Tried as she could, the genie’s eyes closed, and her tongue wrapped around the woman’s finger to consume her favorite treat. However, Stephanie’s finger remained frozen as she let her stepdaughter suck on it like a lollipop.

“I see... Mistress, you’re a cum addict?”

The faux-blonde pulled her finger back from Jess’s lips with a loud humiliating ‘pop,’ and the genie whined pitifully, mortified that her addiction had been discovered.

“Do you want to eat this off me, Jessica?”

Jess coughed as she fell backward into her teacher, wanting to melt and hide behind her. Instead, she stuttered and struggled to form coherent words as Stephanie drew closer, teasingly. Jessica babbled as her eyes locked onto the white substance that coated the woman’s tits.

“Go on, don’t be shy… it’s not the first time someone in your family has....”

The woman’s tanned arms reached out to her as her grey eyes narrowed, “Come play with your doll, Mistress….”

Jessica’s eyes locked onto her Stepmother’s enhanced breasts as the woman captivated and drew her eyes toward them, even propping them up with one arm. Stephanie’s mind was altered, there was no dispute, but the woman seemed so experienced with this that it caused her stepdaughter to gulp. However, Simon’s scent was too powerful to ignore, and the younger blonde quickly crawled over and began eating off her.

“I see you’re still learning how to pleasure another woman…allow me, Mistress….”

Kimberly Littlewood’s sexual persona, Kimmy, was not keen on letting her student escape so quickly. So the genie felt as her teacher gripped against her ankle and attempted to pull her back.

Simon allowed his body to fall and slump next to his girlfriend. He then quietly pulled himself forward and stared at the genie. Jessica stared back as both teenagers went silent. Their faces were seemingly innocent as their cheeks flushed, their lips pursed or bit down on.

But neither of them was innocent. As Jessica watched her boyfriend rub his arm and then scoot close to her as he turned away, his larger hand gripped hers into it. Their fingers intertwined as they took turns glancing at the door to Miss Littlewood’s bedroom.

The cheerleader felt her mouth run dry as she gulped and opened her lips, “S-So…th-the trigger phrase is ‘Present Professor Pink Peach,’ right?”

“T-To turn her back. Yeah,” Simon’s voice rasped as he wiped his brow and nodded,

“The alliteration makes it more memorable…I think….”

How his nerves frayed and his hand clenched to hers reminded her of when he was nervous about Valentine’s Day in Kindergarten. The blonde nodded and kicked her feet quickly against the side of the couch,

“Y-Yeah. It does.”

Jessica gripped his hand back as both teenagers remained fully dressed and continued to wait. Simon then cleared his throat as she could still feel his anxiety. He had something he wanted to ask,

“Are you sure about having them both, y’know…have a….”

Oh, that. The cheerleader realized what her Master was asking. Unfortunately, how his hazel eyes stared at her made the genie’s mind wander back. Her emerald eyes began to fog over as Simon tilted his head,

“Jess?”

Jessica gulped as the sweat trickled from her body, her mouth running dry as her body remained intense heat. She knew family was meant to be closer, closer than she imagined. However, as her emerald eyes saw the fresh coat of saliva on Stephanie’s breasts, it became clear what she was doing.

“Oh god….”

The taste of her Stepmother’s skin mixed with that of her Master’s cum and sent a shiver down the cheerleader’s spine. The woman’s right hand reached up and began to stroke her face as her full lips closed the distance between them and pressed against hers. Moans escaped from the throats of both blondes as Jessica felt the trophy wife’s tongue circle around. Cinnamon bubblegum had flavored Stephanie’s mouth differently than Simon’s, and her tongue twirled as if it could write calligraphy.

The genie’s head spun as her Stepmother broke the kiss first and nodded. Her hand stroked into the top of the young blonde’s golden locks,

“I see you’re also experienced, Mistress. That’s good.”

“S-Stop calling me that!” the flustered and overheated bombshell whined at her Stepmother as she pushed away and fell atop her naked teacher. Miss Littlewood’s attempt to sneak up again from behind caused her student to twist up and collapse atop her Master while her flexible legs spread to reveal her wet pussy that continued to drip from the arousal.

Simon’s eyes looked as if his head was spinning, and judging from his thoughts, the young man’s brain was moving miles away every second,

“Master…you’re not relaxing….”

His eyes snapped at her wide open as he tilted his head, “Huh?”

The genie groaned childishly, finally growling in an annoyed tone,

“Simon, c’mon…play….”

Upon hearing his name, Jessica watched the switch flip again in her childhood companion’s thick head. His naked torso leaned up, and the Master propped himself up on his elbows to the three women now twisted around his lower body on the bed,

“I want to fuck Jessica.”

All three blondes - Golden, Dyed, and Strawberry – snapped their heads up and quickly moved as Stephanie took charge again as she responded first. Suddenly the genie found herself again with her eyes fogged over in a lustful haze. The older women flanked her on both sides as they pulled her closer to Simon.

“Yes, Master! Please do,” the horny teacher giggled with glee as she began to touch herself.

“How would you like to fuck your property, sir?” Stephanie cooed as she prevented her stepdaughter from escaping or moving.

The sound of both women that Jessica once idolized made her eyes widen as she felt the arousal grow; her mind panicked slightly,

“Oh fuck…they’re going to make me…and Stephanie just called me his….”

Her Stepmother’s chuckle entered her ear from behind, “If only your father and friends could see you as I do now, sweetie….”

Jessica felt her heart trying to beat its way out of her chest at the sound of the trophy mother’s teasing. The rapid succession caused her breath to hitch and gasp as Stephanie wrapped around her breasts from behind, fondling the cheerleader under her Master’s gaze.

“I’m well versed in various forms. I could teach you a new way to fuck her if you wish.”

This time it was Simon’s turn to have his gaze snap open and have his pulse race,

“Holy Fuck….”

The young man quickly looked at his girlfriend’s face, then snapped himself back into focus. His hazel eyes darkened and narrowed, making Jessica’s worried lips slowly twist upward into a smile of anticipation.

“What position have we not done yet, Jess?”

The blonde bit her lip as her eyes wandered to her teacher’s and stepmother’s chests staring at her. Her mind fog expanded as the genie’s urges began to overpower everything else.

“I…uh….”

“Perhaps something from the Kama Sutra would be suitable for you both,” Stephanie pulled her stepdaughter from behind by her shoulders without warning.

Jessica snapped her eyes open as she found herself now pinned to the bed as Simon towered over her curiously until the blonde’s view was further eclipsed as the trophy wife’s chest leaned over her to reach for her legs.

“Mistress is quite flexible from her yoga lessons with me and her cheerleader experience. Allow me.”

The genie squeaked in surprise as her Stepmother pulled the teen’s legs up and into her shoulders. Stephanie then moved her stepdaughter’s arms around her legs to hold herself in place before the trophy wife moved to lift the bombshell’s ass into the air slightly.

“Now, if you would please, at your discretion, you will enter her like this, Master. Keep her feet pressed against your shoulders.”

The auburn-haired male raised an eyebrow and moved to do position as his girlfriend’s trophy mother held her in place for him. Jessica’s eyes widened from realizing that Stephanie was offering her up to her Master like a platter. A moment later, her boyfriend’s cock rammed through her with a groan escaping his lip.

Jessica gasped out in shock herself, a moan following as she felt the tip of his cock against her Stephanie bowed her head and locked her grey eyes onto her stepdaughter’s face with an aroused gaze. Her hands began rubbing and playing with her breasts as Simon’s thrusts soon took the blonde’s attention.

Master and genie locked eyes with one another as their mouths stayed open; one grunted as he increased speed and power, and the other gasped out and cried each time he speared her. Her teacher and stepparent continued to lean over her, eyes locked down at her as they grew more aroused at each cry from her.

“So…much….”

“God, Jessica, look at you,” Kimmy gushed as her hands reached down and began to squeeze and grope at the genie’s left breast.

The strawberry blonde leaned down and began to suckle on her student, licking and playing at the nipple in her teeth. The cheerleader moaned loudly as she began to cry out, unable to form words under the constant ****. As Stephanie moved to twist and pull, a painful pinch against her right nipple from manicured and nailed fingers. Jessica whined and moaned as her Stepmother continued to observe,

“More wanton, Mistress. Louder. You want Master to hear you sing to make him go faster.”

The trophy wife twisted her stepdaughter’s breast from the nipple again, almost causing the younger woman’s feet to slip against Simon’s shoulders.

“Ah! AHHH!” the moans increased, as did the volume of her cries, the speed starting to match her boyfriend and Master’s thrusts.

Deeper and deeper, his thrusts went. Every single one deeper than before their previous sexual acts. Her emerald eyes were lost now, with no focus. A lustful haze took complete control of her brain now. Again, the urges swarmed any of her senses, and she could feel all their eyes on her together.

The flood of emotions from Simon sunk her again. He didn’t like it when they interfered, told him what to do with her, or touched her without permission, as he wanted more of her to himself. His. All His. No one else.

She could feel how badly he wanted her. He grunted and growled as she arched her head back and screamed nearly at the top of her lungs. The genie’s body collapsed, drool escaped her mouth, and tears escaped her eyes as Master delicately removed her legs from his shoulders and moved over her. The cheerleader’s limbs collapsed free and back onto her body or the bed. Even as she panted, her breath came out as a hoarse moan.

“So…good…so….”

“Jess.”

“Master!”

“JESS!”

“WHO-WHAT-WHERE…!”

The genie scrambled as she nearly fell off the couch, but her Master’s hand remained affixed. She shook her head and allowed her feet to stretch out from the ball she formed on the couch. The blonde’s emerald orbs darted to the dork, who scratched his head again and looked away as he scanned the thoughts in her head,

“Oh.”

Jessica groaned and watched as Simon took his turn to stare off into space as his arousal suddenly spiked. The memory of the moment from his POV now played out. The nervous laugh as the awkward boy gulped down his own nerves again.

The genie puffed her cheeks in a pouty huff. Maybe she had pushed her Master too far that time. Then, as both teenagers waited for the so-called adults to re-enter the living room, Jessica remembered what had happened.

Unable to think, she allowed her urges and pleasure to get better. The whisper of the genie’s unseen desires as it had with Sam the night before awoke. As had Simon’s more controlling half once both teens had experienced that moment.

The teacher and stepparent were keen on getting their share, but they weren’t in charge.

“So um,” Simon gulped and gripped his girlfriend’s hand,

“Why did you want me to fuck your Stepmother’s ass in front of you?”

The genie turned beet red at the question, and her eyes widened into saucers at the question. The Queen of Eastlake attempted to once again place on a brave face at her Master’s curiosity,

“Are you insinuating that you didn’t enjoy doing it and it was wrong of me to make you?”

Simon’s face turned red as he felt anxious about the response. Once again, made silent as his mind tried to process it. Jessica sighed as she realized he was also attempting to wrap his head around what had happened on the other side of that door with her.

The moment, just after their experiment, the genie declared that she wanted to see her Master fuck her Stepmother in the ass. To see Stephanie know her place, for Simon to realize he was the one with the power, the control.

Jessica remembered as her Stepmother pulled her golden thong down her legs and stepped out of the small piece of clothing. The way her grey eyes stared out as she crawled back on the bed next to the other side of her stepdaughter. And then the way the trophy wife pushed her ass open and presented it to the awkward teenager behind them.

Then being critical of Stephanie when she didn’t beg enough. Didn’t sound properly aroused or understand what she was being able to do.

Simon wasn’t just anyone to Jessica Edwards. She wanted Stephanie to remember that like she had when they were little. The way the woman teased her stepdaughter when seen again with him.

The cheerleader felt her loving dork’s grip tighten as they both remembered how Stephanie’s silver tongue stuck out like a wanton bitch. The way her Stepmother’s saliva dripped as her entire body bounced and shook forward. Jessica remembered the smile on her own face as she watched the woman’s breasts bouncing beneath her until pressed into the bed, nipples **** to rub against the stitched fabric of Miss Littlewood’s quilt. It wasn’t the first time she had heard those noises from Stephanie. Her stepdaughter could remember those sounds like a memory in her head, a childhood ghost that echoed through the hallway with no idea where the source was. Jessica remembered how she repressed the memory of overhearing her father’s trophy wife and the bouts of afternoon sex until that moment.

And then lowered herself into the woman’s ear to remind her who was in charge now.

As the memory finished, Simon’s voice finally recovered enough to answer his girlfriend back,

“N-No, Jess! It’s just… I stopped Kimmy from fucking you with that strap-on and made you do it instead…so….”

Oh fuck.

Jessica slammed her knees together and clenched her face shut at the image of her teacher’s mouth drooling and crying out in ecstasy. The feeling of that rubber dildo from the strap-on that her teacher now had in her wardrobe.

Coach Fulton. Wrestling. The transformed teacher’s outfit was now part of a wardrobe that both Kimberly Littlewood and Jessica Edwards now shared in their closets, thanks to another wish from a previous evening.

All those female slutty teachers, Kevin’s antics, would live on in posterity only as clothing. At least, most of them would. Only Kevin would think up something as perverted as an electronic, vibrating dildo strap-on for a female wrestling coach. The genie then groaned as she rubbed her increasingly flustered face.

Jessica remembered as Kimmy writhed and licked her lips while squirming under her favorite student’s grip. The cheerleader wasn’t exactly sure how to use a strap-on. The one time she had seen one in person, she broke down giggling into a flustered fit outside the shop window with her friends. Knowing Kevin, he probably would have made her take one up the butt, but actually using one? She had no idea. After trial and error, her body had perfectly spooned her teacher’s naked form. Jessica’s hands remembered how they ran from her shoulders to the twenty-something’s breasts as her hips began to gyrate in an imitation of Simon inside her. Kimmy moaned and cried out as the synthetic dildo vibrated when the blonde bombshell began to increase speed.

Oh god, Jessica thought. She actually fucking did that to her own teacher.

Not to mention what Stephane did afterward. The blonde began sweating as she took both hands and covered her face. She rubbed up and down, trying to get the blood to leave her cheeks as her eyes remained closed.

When that failed, she let out an exasperated sigh toward her Master,

“Do you remember when we were younger, and you used to stay the night at my place? And I wanted you to come up with an imaginary world to play in with all our toys?”

Simon tilted his head back at his girlfriend as Jessica squinted her eyes shut, “Yeah. Where you had to be the Princess? Why?”

The cheerleader’s face continued to squirm as it turned a deeper shade of red, clenched hands against the couch’s cushions as she looked up,

“Yeah. Well, at least those dolls never groped you on top of your boyfriend’s face….”

The awkward boy quickly froze up. Simon stared off into space again, face blank, until it turned red as a chili pepper, and the dork fell back into a nervous bout of laughing,

“Well, your ass is so perfect that I don’t mind it! Hehe…heh….”

The auburn-haired photographer groaned and slumped again as if on cue. Both childhood friends sighed in unison and went silent again. Something was on Simon’s mind because of what happened, something he was nervous about,

“You’re noticing something about how I’m acting again, aren’t you? Something new I’m doing since becoming a genie….”

Her boyfriend exhaled and remained silent for a moment,

“Did you notice something, Jess?”

The cheerleader rolled her eyes with a huff,

“No. I’m just going to remind you that having your first orgy doesn’t necessarily mean it was all about me. That was supposed to help you relax, Master.”

Simon held up his hands and smiled, “I’ll never complain about anything like that when it involves you, Jess. Never in a million years!”

“Good boy.”

“I just wish I knew what was taking them so….”

“Thank you for letting me borrow your coat, Kimberly,” Stephanie smiled as both older women exited the bedroom fresh from a shower.

Jessica and Simon turned their heads in unison as they were snapped from the events that had taken place on the other side of the door. The cheerleader’s shoulders and neck once again slumped, and her cheeks reddened at the contrast in clothing.

Miss Littlewood, sunny and cheerful as she was, smiled and waved her hands politely at the older woman. The strawberry blonde’s personality back once again from another foray as Kimmy. Jessicas favorite teacher dressed in a light blue sundress with a hairband atop her head,

“It’s the least I can do for you, Stephanie. I’m just glad you’re feeling better.”

Jessica watched as her Stepmother, in her usual manner, lifted her naïve teacher’s chin with her manicured finger and purred,

“I’ll always feel better after a session like that.”

The trophy wife planted a long kiss on the teacher’s lips, causing the strawberry blonde to blush innocently afterward. The twenty-something teacher, with a heart of gold, shuffled her feet and looked down with some embarrassment.

The cheerleader’s eyes squinted as she glared at the older blonde dressed in nothing but her boots and a short trench coat that barely covered her to the legs,

“Now, don’t forget about this weekend. I’ll take you shopping for some real clothes, maybe get some pink highlights for that hair of yours. Husband will be away; alone we can play.”

The younger woman turned pink as she nervously smiled, “S-Steph…really, that’s not necessary, I have….”

“God, Kimmy, you’re so cute when you play innocent, but I insist.”

Stephanie returned her now perpetual runway walk and entranced gaze. Her eyes adoringly turned to the two teenagers in the room as she bowed her head to Jessica’s childhood companion,

“I’ll be off now, Master, Mistress.”

Simon quickly became nervous as he looked up at the ceiling and nodded. The genie knew her Master was still dealing with their latest sexual adventure in his head,

“All right, then.”

The older blonde let out an amused hum, still adoring the young man in front of her. Jessica let out a huff and slumped forward as she looked at her Master’s gaze wander,

“Kimmy’s not the one who should stop acting so innocent….”

The dork flinched upon hearing her opinion and let out a nervous laugh,

“Mrs. Edwards, are you sure you don’t want your clothes back?”

The trophy wife shook her head, “No, Master, this will be sufficient. Theodore prefers it when I show up ready and willing. I’ve often done this when Mistress was much younger and put her to bed. I even once picked her up from your house dressed in….”

“Okay! Enough Steph!” the embarrassed genie cried as she covered her ears.

So humiliating. What did Simon’s parents think of her Stepmother picking her up in something so degrading?

“Yes, Mistress.”

Both teens watched as the woman walked up to her stepdaughter’s boyfriend, planted another kiss on his own lips, then lowered herself to her knees and reached to stroke Jessica’s face. The woman’s lustful and adoring grey eyes locked onto her face with a loving smile,

“I love you, Mistress.”

Jessica froze up as she felt her father’s wife’s soft, plump lips press against her own. Her silver tongue slivered through her teeth and slowly stroked the inside of her mouth. Then, as the woman pulled away, the genie’s suppressed squeak came out in a relaxed moan.

“I’ll see you soon, okay?”

“K….”

“Don’t worry about Daddy. I’ll keep him preoccupied for you.”

“Steph….”

The woman giggled, “I love it when you get so flustered, sweetie….”

The blonde bombshell on the couch quickly crossed her legs, her skirt twisting up in the process as she felt Stephanie’s hand rubbing her thighs,

“W-Would you get going already! You’re embarrassing me!”

“Yes, Mistress. As you wish. Remember, take care of Master, or you might lose him again. Women love an attentive man….”

The trophy wife began to remove the tan coat from her bare shoulders to reveal her breasts to the young man in front of her, “Especially when he can be both adorable…and assertive….”

Like an older sibling, the mentally enslaved maid leaned over her stepdaughter’s childhood bestie again, making the younger blonde whine,

“Stephanieeee, stop….”

Simon squinted his flustered pink face shut and spoke in a forceful tone, albeit with some trepidation,

“Would you just get going already.”

“Yes, Master.”

As if Simon had snapped his fingers again, the woman’s demeanor changed like one of the cheerleader’s outfits. A loyal, subservient doll that made Jessica’s shoulder shudder in arousal at the sight. A similar emotion must’ve passed through Stephanie when he spoke like that. The woman quickly fixed her appearance, smoothly standing and acknowledging him as her Master one last time. Finally, her Stepmother proceeded to saunter her way out of the apartment and to her car. Miss Littlewood escorted the woman to the door of her home.

The moment both teenagers heard the door shut and lock up, they collapsed into each other and let out a shared sigh of relief. Jessica glanced up as Simon glanced down, and both began to smile, an inescapable urge to laugh off the stress and post-coital tensions leaving as Stephanie had.

“We really need to start making things more simple for us.”

The head cheerleader scoffed and flipped her hair into her boyfriend’s face, eyes rolled at his face on cue,

“Haven’t you heard? I’m complicated! I don’t do simple!”

The photographer slumped over again, arms on his legs as he let out another decompressing sigh,

“Yeah, that’s true….”

Before either of them could continue their conversation, the recomposed Miss Littlewood returned to face them both in the living room,

“Thank you both for not saying anything; I mean, I’m not usually in a relationship that’s so…scandalous….”

Ah, right, Jessica sighed.

That part.

“Simon says you’re both dating and having an affair!”

The excited genie panicked as her Master’s eyes bulged along with his bulge that tried to escape through the opening of his grey-blue boxers. Simon stumbled as he was in the middle of putting his jeans back on.

Jessica darted her eyes back at the two women that stared ahead blankly for a moment as she watched the towel drop off her Stepmother’s washed body,

“U-Uh….”

Stephanie would do anything she told her. Why did she need to ‘Simon Says’ her? The cheerleader realized as she continued to find herself ‘handling’ the situation. Finally, the blonde rushed to her teacher and began to whisper more phrases into her ear.

“Anyway, I’ll get us all something to drink,” the teacher announced with a nervous sigh and smile.

Simon slumped back into the couch and rubbed his head again,

“Is it wrong to say I’m curious to see how that relationship you created pans out?”

The genie rolled her eyes at her Master again and smirked,

“What? Are you worried I’m going to play Cupid again, Master?”

The awkward teenager stared blankly at his girlfriend again as Jessica giggled and playfully pushed him back into the couch cushion.

The sound of a woman’s hum broke their moment. Both teenagers, once again, turned toward the doorway as Kimberly Littlewood walked back into the room. The strawberry blonde stood in front of both students holding out a bottle of water and two hot cups of tea on a tray. The twenty-something teacher placed the tray down as she took a seat in the nearby chair and grabbed one of the tea cups on the tray. Jessica watched her teacher closely as she blew her breath against the steaming cup and slowly sipped its contents.

“That’s better.”

Kimberly’s sunny smile was enough to put anyone at ease, so the blonde genie had no issue in that regard. Jessica felt her face warm slightly as she wrapped her fingers around the teacup on the coffee table. The teacher looked concerned for a moment,

“Simon, Jessica, I’m sure I don’t have to tell you how compromising a situation I’ve put myself in. But, if word gets out about this, my career, my life, everything I have will be….”

The teacher seemed anxious about the exposure. While she smiled still, it was a mask that tried to hide the absolute flood of emotions that Jessica had known before.

But, just as with her, the dorkish boy to her right smiled,

“Don’t worry, Miss Littlewood. We won’t.”

He then smiled at his girlfriend reassuringly, those hazel eyes still comfortable in saying it off the top of his head,

“I mean, Jessica will probably **** me if I did say anything about it, anyway….”

The Queen of Eastlake snorted loudly as she laughed at her Master’s seemingly unfiltered comment about punishment.

“Do you know how much effort I’d have to put into finding a new way to tease you at this point? Shit.”

On the outside, the blonde bombshell rolled her eyes and gave her auburn-haired owner a playful shove,

“You’re such a dork.”

Kimberly laughed at the two teenagers on her couch as something caused her eyes to snap open, and her demeanor switched. Jessica watched her teacher’s gaze turn to her boyfriend as he focused on finishing off the bottle of water in one go,

“Oh, Simon. Your phone went off in the office when I went to the door. Some kind of alert?”

His shirt became wet from the drizzle that sprayed out as her photographer’s hazel eyes snapped open. Simon animatedly cracked his legs wide open and nearly tripped himself over the top of the couch as his brain reacted in a panic.

“Shitshitshitshit, was that today? I thought it wasn’t until…don’t tell me I forgot!”

“I’ll be back in a bit!”

Jessica sighed and shook her head as her clumsy Master managed to put a smile on her face. The image of the calculative, stone-faced, controlling Master merged with the memory of the little auburn-haired boy that scrambled and tripped over himself to get his best friend what she wanted. Such an adorable dork.

Now the Queen of Eastlake sat alone with her favorite teacher, having a cup of tea after their first orgy together. The blush on the cheerleader’s face returned quickly as she felt her lips purse up in embarrassment. Unfortunately for her, Kimberly Littlewood was quite perceptive. The strawberry blonde and her slender frame moved and sat next to her student on the couch. As Jessica glanced up, she could also see the usually sunny disposition had faded to one of internal conflict, a frown on her face.

“Listen, Jessica. I know that you probably look at me differently now after seeing me with….”

The genie watched her teacher’s face and body changing to one of both guilt and conflict. The body language displaying when a good person is caught doing naughty or bad things. She wasn’t at fault, though. The cheerleader knew Kimberly was only doing as she was ordered by the blonde bombshell herself. The Queen of Eastlake turned on the bubbly smile and drank from her teacup.

“My lips are sealed, Miss Littlewood. It’s not like Stephanie doesn’t get what she wants….”

Jessica sighed as she twisted the cup against the tray and slumped her face against her hand. But, of course, Miss Littlewood was only attempting to have this conversation because of what she did in the shower.

Three blonde women in a shower with their hands all over a single naked boy squished between them. No wonder Simon was such a relaxed, babbling mess when they got out. Six arms, six legs, and three pairs of breasts covered in soap and suds went out of their way to scrub that perverted side out of him. Stephanie and Kimmy clean and make out with one another for the two teenagers to escape their grasp.

But when they finished up, Simon asked what to do when their teacher would inevitably snap back and realize what was happening. If he should make another wish besides the one, they agreed upon…

Instead, Jessica had to go and open her big mouth.

The genie had exploited her magical mind control on plenty of people since acquiring the ability from her Master that first morning after. She **** Kevin to be incapable of lying, to fuck their biology teacher, make Tiffany hole up in her house, and Sammy…

…well, what hadn’t she done with Sammy yet?

But making her favorite teacher enter a relationship with her married Stepmother? At least denial wasn’t a problem anymore. Then, before she could go into another recollection, the cheerleader felt her teacher’s leg brush against her as she moved onto the couch next to her.

Kimberly’s hands folded into each other, and fingers clasped and wrapped together. The twenty-something teacher looked more like the conflicted teenager that Jessica had gazed into the mirror every morning,

“Jessica. The truth is, I’ve always had…discomfort…with my sexuality. I-It’s not something I get to discuss often. Let alone with students. I’ve tried my best to be a good teacher, and you always came to me for advice, but now that you know about this all happening, I’ve just….”

The blonde bombshell pouted as she watched her poor cute Miss Littlewood struggle with coming to terms that her favorite student had knowledge of her sex life. It underscored the difference between the Kimmy persona and the honest, adorable Kimberly.

The genie reached out a hand and clasped it over her teacher’s hands as her blue orbs remained worriedly awaiting the future prom queen’s following words. Jessica wasn’t empathically connected to her like Simon, but it didn’t make Miss Littlewood any less obvious to read.

The bubbly smile of the perfect girl in high school with a heart of gold returned affixed to her face,

“You know why you’ve always been my favorite teacher? It’s because of moments like this.”

The Queen of Eastlake looked away at her teacup nervously as she bit down on her lip and averted the gaze of her teacher,

“Whenever I felt worried or stressed about friends, home life, or some stupid little crisis, I’d usually ask you. You kind of reminded me of a Mom….”

Her teacher’s hand pulled away as Kimberly let out a nervous laugh, “Um, a what?”

Jessica sighed at Miss Littlewood’s sudden discomfort at the confession and pulled her legs against her chin. The genie continued to look off at her teacup; the steam faded away above it. Simon made telling the truth so easy. How could she open up when she couldn’t even tell her teacher that she was a magical being?

“Jessica?”

The teenager rubbed the back of her own neck. She’d have to try,

“Stephanie’s supposed to be my Mom, but she’s never really been that way. You saw how she acted. She’s always seen me as just, the baby sibling. Always able to tease, teach, and hang out with, but she’s never been, y’know…someone with a maternal instinct….”

“Oh….”

The way her teacher’s voice trailed off made the student look back. Kimberly sipped her tea once more before crossing her arms to cover her shoulders. The sunny demeanor faded and in its place was a conflicted woman in her twenties at a loss. As if the genie had triggered something inside her. The strawberry blonde sighed,

“Tch.”

The sound of a bitter scoff caught the blonde bombshell entirely off guard. It was unlike the teacher she had looked up to since sophomore year. Kimberly rubbed a hand underneath her left eye and exhaled again. Her blue eyes indifferently gazed back at the surprise on her favorite student’s face until she smirked sadly,

“Did I ever tell you why I became a teacher?”

The cheerleader tried not to mimic her Master as she felt her head tilt slightly as she felt surprised by the question. Hesitantly and slowly, Jessica shook her head as Kimberly relaxed and looked down. Her hands settled in her lap against yet another sundress.

“My family is incredibly religious and conservative. Especially my own mother. She was intense about everything involving the church. I didn’t even have permission to watch television until I left for college, so all I had were books. She didn’t even want me to read Harry Potter because she thought witchcraft was the devil’s work. So I grew up in this…sheltered world…where even getting caught with the wrong book could ground me.”

The teenager’s eyes widened as her teacher sighed in frustration as she straightened out her sundress,

“Always be the good girl, the pure virgin. Innocent and pure. Until we moved when I was sixteen, I went to a public school for the first time. The whole time, I was unable to talk to my family about what was going on with me. How could I tell my mother that I was having these feelings about boys AND girls? She actually spent time during her summers at a conversion therapy camp. What made it worse was she had me go to an all-girls school for college after catching me kissing a boy during my own prom!”

Kimberly Littlewood sniffled, now on the verge of openly crying, “I always had to be innocent little Kimberly. So, when I realized I wanted to pass on my love of books to kids in school, I made myself a vow. As a teacher, I would help any student avoid the anxiety and conflict that I went through at their age, but I still struggle. That voice in the back of my head, my mother’s tone nagging me to hold it in, suppress it. Just be….”

“Normal?”

Reddened but still pearly, blue eyes widened in shock at the genie, but Jessica understood. In fact, the cheerleader understood all of it perfectly. A bubbly feeling emerged as the blonde bombshell laughed with a smile,

“We’re really alike in that regard, after all!”

The genie scooted closer as she continued to giggle as her chest felt warmer, the image of her childhood friend in the shower that night returning to her.

“All I ever thought I wanted to be was a normal high school cheerleader. Then my birthday happened….”

Miss Littlewood wiped her nose with her left forearm as she sniffled and realized,

“Oh, that’s right. It was your birthday this past weekend. You had every one of my classes mention it as the party of the decade without saying a word to me.”

The blonde student nodded as she shrugged, “Well, obviously, it totally was. Up until a certain point, but that’s when Master saved me.”

Jessica smiled as she gripped her teacher’s right hand on the couch,

“And Master says, it’s okay not to be normal. What right do I have to want to be normal if it means I’m not who I want to be? If it’s not who I’m supposed to be or deserve to be? As long as I’m who I want to be, that’s what matters, right?”

The strawberry blonde’s jaw fell agape as she stared at her favorite student in utter shock and dumbfounded to hear it uttered from the cheerleader’s lips,

“Simon taught you that?”

“Master is more perceptive than he acts sometimes.”

The twenty-something woman continued to gape as she turned her head and looked down. Jessica wondered if that was the look on her face when she processed the same information as the awkward teen said the same. Miss Littlewood laughed in disbelief as she shook her head and rubbed her palms over her eyes. After another sniffle, the teacher faced her student,

“He really adores you, Jessica.”

The genie could feel the smile grow across her face at the mention of her childhood companion’s feelings for her. The cheerleader’s hands wanted to resume their place under her panties and left breast but stopped on her skirt and over her heart. Her voice growing soft and warm, radiated back at her teacher,

“I really adore him, too. More than anything…I exist only for him.”

The teacher let out a giggle of her own, “That’s a bit overdramatic, don’t you think?”

The blonde bombshell looked up innocently and shook her head at the teacher’s insinuation. Jessica looked at her favorite teacher and then away as her thoughts turned once again to her Master,

“I mean it, though! I used to temper and think about my own expectations, but they just get in the way of what makes me feel right. Happy.”

Her emerald orbs grew in resolve as the determined smirk that painted her face before every cheerleader met with her squad graced the teen’s lips once more,

“You shouldn’t let them get in the way of you being yourself, either, Miss Littlewood! Who cares what other people think as long as you believe in yourself! That’s what you always tried to tell me, right? So you should do it for yourself, too!”

Jessica bounced to her feet and pumped her fists in determination, and hopped herself onto one leg as she began to laugh with a more bubbly tone,

“Because no matter what, you’re my best teacher! Ever! Full stop!”

The authenticity and energy burned hotly from the genie as she tried to lift her Kimberly’s spirits. It was wrong for the strawberry blonde woman to be this way. It wasn’t right to be sad! Jessica Edwards would not have it. She couldn’t stand people to be sad around her.

Luckily for her, the energy was infectious, and the teacher shot to her feet. Her face began to light up like the sun as she pulled her blonde bombshell student tightly until a hug,

“You make it sound so easy, Jessica. I knew you were a good egg, deep down.”

The cheerleader blushed from the close and tight contact, unable to move her arms, “U-Um, thank you?”

Kimberly sighed again as her grip began to release slowly, lost in thought as she shook her head, wiping a finger under her eye,

“I shouldn’t be so nervous. After all, you seem to be okay with this. With Stephanie.”

Another huff left the future prom queen again as she backed away at the mention of her Stepmother,

“Y-Yeah, well. Don’t let her get the better of you. Steph will eat you alive if you aren’t more assertive with her. Don’t let her invite you over to the house when Daddy’s home!”

I don’t want her to get you to sleep with him. You’re MY Kimmy!

Miss Littlewood let out a laugh at the way the eighteen-year-old looked so childishly after the mention of her new partner. The woman did not even question that she had entered a relationship with a married trophy wife.

“Honestly, I’m happy I can talk to you about all of this. I never had that when I was your age. Especially when I was a cheerleader.”

Jessica’s emerald eyes widened as she gasped and held her hands up to her face. Her feet began to bounce on her toes,

“You were a cheerleader, too! Why didn’t you ever tell me!?”