Yes, quite a few

The first thing Keven noticed as he woke up was that his room was surprisingly dark. Blinking in confusion, he looked out his window and saw that the sun had yet to rise. He didn't habitually sleep late, but waking up before sunrise wasn't exactly common either.

Groggily blinking his eyes and letting out a long yawn, he sat up and grabbed his phone from the bedside table. Squinting his eyes against the bright screen, he saw that it was a bit after six-thirty on February 10th. More importantly, he also saw the large emerald ring on his left ring finger.

The almost unbelievable events of the previous night rushed through his mind, and suddenly he was wide awake. He found himself grinning. He had a genie. More to the point, blonde bombshell head cheerleader Jessica Edwards was his personal genie, and had to obey his every command.

The thought brought his blood rushing south, his manhood's impressive new size further confirming that the events of the previous night had indeed occurred. He almost summoned her to him to tend to his erection immediately, but was stopped by two things.

First, despite his horny teenage nature, he was actually something of a romantic; he blamed it on watching too much shojo anime. Regardless of the reason, he wanted his first time to be with a girl he actually had a connection with, or at the very least one that consented.

Second, he had no idea what the limitations of Jessica's power were. He knew that it worked from a distance and that she had to obey him, but beyond that, he had a lot of questions. Most importantly, was there a limit to the number of wishes he could make?

After spending several minutes sitting up in bed, struggling to figure out a way to find out how many wishes he had left, he flopped back down on his bed and stared at his ceiling. Without thinking, he frustratedly muttered, "I wish I knew how this damn genie thing works."

Before he could regret his wording, a set of rules flooded his mind. There was no range on the ring. Jessica granted only his wishes, and he had as many of those as he wanted. Changes from wishes were retroactive and no one would notice them except for him and Jessica. The cheerleader couldn't disobey him or tell anyone about their relationship, but he couldn't alter her mind.

Kevin felt himself grinning again and sat back up, rubbing his hands gleefully.