She does, and... maybe?

As soon as Kevin finished speaking the words that would let her respond, Jessica blurted out, "I promise, Master. I'll be a good genie." She meant it too; she'd actually said Master, not had her words reshaped.

There was too much going on in her head to figure out why she'd said it—fear of what Kevin might do if she refused, the throbbing pleasure from his wishes that was quickly driving her mad, finally accepting her position as a genie, confusion about why Kevin wasn't taking his **** on her. What mattered was that, for whatever reason, she was truly ready and willing to accept and serve her Master.

Kevin smiled, looking relieved. "Alright, good. You can pleasure yourself now," he said, freeing Jessica to relieve the almost painful pleasure that had built up.

The cheerleader immediately threw her legs open to get better access to her burning entrance, or would have if the damn boyshorts still around her legs didn't stop her. As she struggled to get the restricting garment off, she heard a snort of amusement from Kevin's direction.

Through held back laughter, he said, "I wish Jessica was naked and can wear what she wants."

Jessica silently thanked Kevin as her shorts and bra disappeared, allowing her to finally open her legs. At the same time, the pleasure from Kevin's wish caused her to lose her balance and fall onto her back. Jessica didn't mind though; she was too consumed by pleasure to feel any pain, and being spread eagle on her back made reaching her pussy easier.

As her hands flew to her crotch, one brushed her clit. Just that brief contact was enough to push her over the edge that her Master had kept her on for the past several minutes. The orgasm dwarfed the one she'd had earlier; her breath caught in her chest, and it felt like all of her muscles were randomly convulsing.

Somehow her arms managed to move, and her hands instinctively made their way up to the hard pink tips of her firm D cups, roughly pulling and pinching the sensitive nubs. The stimulation multiplied the sensations she was already experiencing, and she cried out in pleasure as she exploded into another orgasm before coming down from the first. Spots of color swam in her vision and she was fairly sure she passed out for a moment.

As the feeling finally started to subside, the exhausted teen stared up at the ceiling as she desperately tried to catch her breath, panting harder than she ever had after cheer practice. She wasn't done, not by a long shot, but she had to pace herself or she was pretty sure she'd be testing out her master's wish for no serious injuries by having a heart attack.

As the spots clouding her vision began to fade, Jessica noticed movement out of the corner of her eye. Kevin had lost his boxers and was sitting on her bed, eyeing her like she was some kind of porn star. She felt like she should be offended, but having him pleasure himself to her was flattering.

Even more so when she saw his fist moving up and down the length of the massive tool he'd wished for the previous night. The sight caused her eyes to widen, and she found herself licking her lips as her body started to heat up again.

Her master had at least two inches on any guy she'd been with, but it was his thickness that was really impressive. Without thinking, she started dipping her fingers into her well lubricated snatch. She hungrily admired the way her master's thick member pulsed as he stroked it, imagining the feeling of it stretching her as she bounced on top of it.

Jessica couldn't tear her eyes away from Kevin's dick, pumping her fingers faster and faster inside of herself. All the pent up feelings from the wishes had transformed her into a bitch in heat. She wanted his cock; she needed it. Her fingers just weren't enough, not when there was something so amazing right there.

Kevin noticed Jessica watching him, and started to look away before she caught his soft hazel eyes with her hungry green ones. He froze as she thrust her fingers into her pussy a few more times, before slowly bringing her hand up to her mouth and putting on a show of extending her tongue and slowly cleaning off her tangy juices by sliding it up and down the length of each of her wet fingers.

After she finished giving Kevin a show, Jessica sat up and started to crawl toward him, maintaining eye contact the entire time. Her movement across the floor caused air to flow over her still-erect nipples and dripping snatch, eliciting a low moan as she closed the distance between them.

As she grew closer the edge of the bed, Kevin's musky scent hit her and made her mouth water. When she reached her master's feet, she rose up on her knees, eyes still locked with his. She smiled up at him and coyly asked, "Enjoying the show, Master?"

Kevin sputtered in response, finally blushing and managing a weak, "Um, yeah."

Jessica found his nervousness cute. It was a welcome reprieve from the overconfident macho jocks she'd been with in the past. They always thought they deserved to be in charge and only worried about their own satisfaction. Kevin, on the other hand, actually worried about what other people thought and felt.

Licking her lips, she reached out for his pole, but her hand stopped short for some reason. Again she reached out, and again her hand was kept from reaching its goal.

Before she could try again, Kevin interjected, "You, uh, can't. I told you that you weren't allowed to pleasure me."

Jessica remembered the order and huffed in frustration. "So tell me I can," she stated simply. He clearly liked what he saw, and so did she. Why didn't he want to have sex with her?

Kevin bit his lip as he looked down at Jessica, his face twisting in hesitation and indecision. Finally, he said, "Look, Jessica, you're hot, like really hot. I just... want my first time to mean something." He quickly added, "Not that you're not important, but, y'know..."

Jessica closed her eyes and let out a long breath, trying to get her libido at least somewhat under control. She got it; she respected it really. She wished her first time had been special, or at least not in the backseat of a linebacker's car. That was the point though. This was their first time; it would be special, and it would happen. Now.

Still looking up at her master, the cheerleader executed a well practiced move; she put her hands in her lap, pushing her sizable breasts up and together with her arms as she did, creating a raised plain of quivering titflesh that made her breasts look even bigger than they already were. Looking up at Kevin with her best doe eyes, Jessica asked, "So, I don't mean something?"

"What, no! I- I just mean..." Kevin stuttered, his eyes glued to Jessica's chest. "I want my first time to be with someone I care about, who likes me for who I am."

Jessica trembled her lower lip. "So, you don't care about me? I'm... I'm... just some... wish slut? I'm just a magic tool that you can toy with and use to get things?"

"No, I mean—"

"I know I've been bad in the past Master. I was cruel, and you can punish me if you want; I deserve it..." Jessica paused, doing her best to produce tears; she usually wasn't good at it, but she barely had to try this time.

"But I'm your genie now. I promised to serve you, and I'm bound to that promise. I meant that promise. You know that; I couldn't have lied if I wanted to, and I didn't want to. You're my master and I'm your genie. I'm supposed to make you happy; I want to make you happy. Why won't you let me make you happy?"

Jessica hardly knew what she was saying anymore, or even what she was thinking and feeling. Did she really want his dick that bad? Was there more to it than that? What she was saying had to be true; she literally couldn't lie to Kevin, even if she was lying to herself. So, did that mean she really felt that way? It certainly wasn't who she'd always been, or maybe who she'd pretended to be? Was something different now that she was a genie? It was too much. None of it made sense.

The young genie dropped her emerald gaze to her lap, "I don't understand everything that's going on, but I know I want to make you happy. I do like you for who you are, and I know who that is more than anyone else ever will. I'm your genie. Who could possibly be closer?"

Looking back up at her Master with real tears sparkling in her eyes like shards of shattered emerald, Jessica pleaded, "Please Master, let me touch you; let me show you."