A Most Graceful Life Ch. 03

"The first rule, and the most important rule is that I am always and forever bound to the one who opened my portal. I can only grant wishes to him, and him alone." The genie leaned in really subtlety, and whispered, "That means you, silly," before giggling again.

Stephen cracked a smile, as she flickered her hand, and in pink writing, the first rule appeared on the whiteboard on its own.

"The second rule, is that I can only grant wishes that pertain to areas of love, sex, companionship, towards making you a better mate, or to protect our anonymity. That means that if you would wish for having a bigger cock, or that I would 'blow you right here, right now,'" she winked as she finished that last line, "then we can make it happen. What it doesn't mean is if you just wish for a brand new sports car, then I cannot just make that happen. Unless you wanted that sports car for some backseat activity with yours truly, then I can do that. Make sense?"

"Just so I understand, it has to relate to sex or love. So no brand new sports car unless I want it for having sex with you in the backseat?" He asked.

She grinned, "You're catching on! Yes, in that case, I could grant that wish. If you are unsure, just always try to tie your wish back to love, sex, companionship, or for our protection, to prevent my detection. You generally can't go wrong with those in mind." Stephen watched the words appear on the whiteboard, and said them mentally to himself. "I think I can remember that one."

"Perfect!" She said excitedly. "Number three, and this is a very important one, Master. I can not grant any wishes that would harm, maim, or kill anyone, destroy anything, or bring anyone back to life. Mostly because it's a violation of rule number 2, but secondly, because our powers are so restrained so as not to upset the delicate balance of the world. Plus, you really wouldn't want anyone brought back from the dead. Trust me on that one."

"No harming or killing, got it," replied Stephen, watching rule number three appear on the board. "That should be an easy one, as I don't really dislike anyone enough to harm them."

"That can be a hard rule to adjust to, especially coming from my time," she answered, thoughtfully. "Anyway, ready for rule number four?"

"Hit me," he smiled.

"For rule number four, I am bound to you for as long as you wish it so. The only way, and I mean the only way, I can no longer be bound to you is for you to wish for my freedom," she said, ending with a little shudder.

Stephen looked confused, "Wait, I'm confused. Wouldn't you want to be free and not serving a master?"

She looked at him and shook her head, "Not at all, Master. This is my purpose in life. To be bound in service to you. Plus no one really knows what happens if freedom is granted. So, it's a scary subject. Best to be avoided."

He thought that was a bit odd, but shelved it for the time being, seeing how uncomfortable it made her. "Okay, no problem. Well, I guess we are on rule number five, right?"

"Yes, we are!" She practically squealed in excitement. "Drum roll, please?"

Stephen laughed and playfully banged his hands on the surface of his desk.

"Rule number five is that as a rule of thumb, genies will try to limit wish-making as much as possible, as a protection for us against the likes of Wardens."

"Wardens? What are Wardens?" Stephen asked, looking confused.

"Evil people, a particularly nasty sort," shuttered the genie again. "They believed that magical beings had no place in this world, and they were endowed with the power to destroy magical vessels, such as genies. Very scary people in my time."

"How would they even find you though?"

"Wardens can detect the presence of magic. It draws them in like a beacon. For that reason, we try to limit wishes as much as possible to protect us. Otherwise a Warden might find us and then something particularly nasty happens," she shuddered again.

"Hmm," said Stephen, placing his hand under his chin, "Wait a moment, you said 'were'. Are they still around? Do wardens still exist?"

She simply shrugged her shoulders, "I don't know. We can't easily detect them as they can us. Although, its been twenty five hundred years, much longer of a time than I was originally intended for. Do you know if there are still other genies around? Have you ever heard of them before me?"

"Only in fiction and old stories," answered Stephen, honestly.

"Then it may be that Wardens no longer exist either. But still, it's rule number five for a reason. Just know it's something to keep aware of," she said, as the pink writing appeared for number five on his whiteboard.

"Note to self, stay away from Wardens," Stephen repeated back, earning a giggle for the genie.

"Think you can remember all those rules?"

"I think so. It shouldn't be too hard to remember. Of course, if I try to violate one, I'm sure you'll remind me," chuckled Stephen.

"Absolutely I will, Master," she grinned.

"Okay, well let's set another rule, if we can?" He asked. "This whole 'master' thing is a little off-putting for me. I'm sure that was probably very common in the time you were created, but we really don't do that anymore in 2019 America."

She looked slightly hurt for a moment, before sticking out her lower lip. "Then what shall I call you?"

"You can call me Stephen, like everyone else does. My name is Stephen Willow," he replied.

"Okay, I'll give that a try Mast-, I mean.. Stephen," she replied with a shy smile.

"That's perfect, thank you, er.. genie," he laughed. "Do you have a name of your own?"

"A long time ago, I once had another name, but that is no longer. Therefore, I am nameless, and it is your prerogative as my master to name me. That is, if you would like to S-Stephen," she replied with shaky confidence.

"I get to name you?" He asked, gulping hard at the thought. What would you name someone so beautiful and so.. trusting? Suddenly, he felt a lot of pressure to pick the perfect name for her, something that she would enjoy, but would be fitting to her nature.

"Mhmm," purred the genie.

"That's a lot of pressure. I can't just throw a name out there without giving it some thought. Is it okay if I think about it for a little?"

She smiled, "Of course, Mast-, I mean, Stephen!"

"Okay, let me think about. I promise you, I'll pick a name that suits you well, and matches your beauty," he promised, surprised he had the nerve to call her beautiful.

"You think I'm beautiful?" She asked, her eyes giving a soft, vulnerable look.

"God yes," he answered, quickly. "You're exquisite. I get the urge every five minutes to pinch myself and make sure this isn't a dream."

She got up casually, sauntering over to where he was sitting. Slowly, she straddled herself onto his lap, and wrapped each arm around his neck. "Are you sure now it's not a dream, Stephen?"

Stephen swallowed hard. His face was mere inches from her, and the smell of jasmine drifted in slowly to his nose. How he so badly wanted to press those few remaining inches and connect his lips with hers.

"You know, you're not at all like I expected you to be," she said, lightly.

"How so?" Stephen asked.

"I always expected a powerful man to just.. take what they want. Maybe be a bit demanding, or pushy, or aggressive. You seem caring, and sweet, and the fact that you want to take the time to make sure you pick the perfect name tells me everything about you. Everything that I need to know. And I know you were the one meant to have me," she finished, with her face pressing closer still to his.

Stephen couldn't help but look at her lips while she spoke. Her soft voice made him forget just about everything else in the world, and only focus on one thing: her.

"Do you want to kiss me, Stephen?" She asked, her stunning blue eyes glancing down to his lips.

Stephen didn't trust himself to speak, but only nodded gently.

"Then wish for it to be so," she whispered back in return.

He tried to clear his voice, finding a measure of strength with the words, "I wish for you to kiss me."

She barely let him finish the line before pressing in and connecting their lips in a moment of boundless passion. For Stephen, they felt positively exquisite, their soft pressure against his own driving him absolutely wild. Furthermore, the feel of her soft arms around his neck, pulling his body in close to hers was the surest expression of what he imagined love to feel like.

For her part, she purposefully lost herself in his kiss, their first kiss. The feel of him against her, his powerful arms surrounding her torso had her moaning against his mouth. She parted her lips gently, seeking his tongue, and finding sweet reward as they connected and explored each others opening. She couldn't get enough, and only with remorse did she pull away slowly, before cracking a lovely smile to him, while one finger played with a stray strand of her lustrous hair.

"How was that?" She whispered, her coy eyes coming to life.

"Amazing," he replied, both because it was, and because his brain couldn't possibly think of any other way to describe what had just happened.

She giggled, and shifted a little in his lap, "I think someone else was a little happy with that kiss, too." She bounced up and down on his lap softly for extra emphasis.

For what felt like the thousandth time this morning, Stephen's face grew red. "Yeah, I would say so. Especially after that."

She used a finger to trace a line gently down the length of his jaw. "Do you want to know a secret?"

He gulped, and nodded, "Yes."

She leaned in for yet another kiss, this one more sensual than the one before it. Breaking it away, and opening her eyes once more, she gently whispered, "I'm very turned on for you."

If he thought he was hard before, he didn't know anything. His cock pulsed against his jeans, making it all but impossible that she couldn't feel it throbbing beneath her. Yet, the way that her hips were wiggling suggested she felt it to, and wanted this to continue.

She leaned in and gently kissed her neck, stopping every few moments to give a heavy breath. The feel of her warm breath against his neck raised goosebumps, sending a shiver down the length of his spine.

"Would you like it if I removed this robe, Stephen?" She whispered breathlessly against his lips. "Do you want to see more of me?"

Stephen could feel his heart pounding within his chest, his pulse beating out of control. This was it. Was this really about to happen? Was he about to have sex, finally? Would he finally be rid of his virginity?

"Stephen? Are you still there?" She giggled, moving her face back in front of his.

"Yes, sorry," he recovered quickly. "I mean, yes, I'd love to see more of you. I really would. I just...," he left things hanging, not really sure how to speak the next set of words without embarrassment.

"You just what?" She asked, with a look of slight disappointment. She pulled away slightly, and he could detect a slight pang of hurt deep within her eyes. She thought he was going to reject her!

"No, it's nothing against you. You are my dream girl. Everything about you is just.. incredible. I just... I've never... done this before." He finished, finally.

Recognition dawned in her eyes, "You mean you've never...?"

"Right. I'm a virgin," he admitted, and realizing that it didn't hurt as badly to say the words out loud as he thought.

He wasn't sure what to expect from her by his admission. Certainly not ridicule, as she was wasn't that type of genie. Maybe compassion? Would she take pity on him?

Instead, she sat back slightly and collapsed into a fit of giggles. Her head fell against his chest, and she clutched on to him tightly, as his entire bed vibrated from the force of her giggles.

"Good," she replied finally. "Then we'll be each others first. I can't think of a better possible outcome then that," she grinned.

"First? You mean, you're a virgin, too?" He asked.

"Of course, Stephen. I've only been out of my vessel for about an hour now. Who could I have possibly had sex with in that time?" She laughed.

Stephen gave a nervous chuckle, "I just wasn't sure how that might work with a genie, that's all."

"I was created for you, which means that," she leaned in close, "you are the only one that can take me, and make me yours forever."

Stephen shuddered again. She was so sensual, and so very sexy. No wonder that she was a companion genie. She was built for the very purpose of turning him on.

"Does that make you feel better? That I'm a virgin as well?" She asked, her expression turning serious for once.

Stephen thought for a moment before answering, "I couldn't think of a better situation than this. It seems we were made for each other. As hard as that can be for me to believe that I was meant to be with you, it makes me the happiest man on the planet to be linked forever with you."

To his surprise, she began to get a teary-eyed, and her hands shot up to her eyes to wipe away the tears, "That's the kindest, most sweetest thing I've ever heard. I'm so happy that you are my master, Stephen. You have no idea!"

Stephen cracked a grin and decided to take a chance, "Well, you could try to show me?"

She matched his grin, and then pressed her lips back to his vigorously, attacking his face with hers. Her tongue slipped out once more to find his, playing a game of find and seek. It was Stephen's turn to groan against her lips, and he pulled her tightly against him. She began to push him back down onto his bed, climbing on top of him and resuming her wave of kisses.

"You know... you never... answered me earlier," she said, between kisses. "Do you want this robe off?"

"God yes," he breathed, raggedly, his hands resting against her hips.

"I'll take that as a wish," she giggled, lightly. Suddenly, the robe began to dissipate into thin air, similar to the way she did earlier. Within an instant, she was completely nude on top of him, wearing nothing but her trademark smile.

Stephen's jaw dropped, despite his best efforts. The robe had only afforded a modest view of her, but now that it had disappeared, his eyes roamed over her freely and without shame. Her creamy white skin was without any blemishes, and begging to be kissed, and caressed. Her full breasts, which had looked spectacular even from within the robe, hung proudly and perky. Stephen guessed they were a full C, maybe a D cup, and they were capped with perfect pink areolas and suckable nipples.

She noticed his gaze on her chest, and laughed softly, "You like?"

"I love," he answered.

"They're yours," she beamed with a smile. "I know what you want. Please do it," she urged him.

Stephen wasted no time, sitting up and gently kissing her right nipple. She gasped as soon as his lips wrapped around it, moaning at the feel.

"Oh, yes, Stephen! That's it, please keep sucking," she moaned.

He needed no more encouragement. He kept his lips wrapped firmly around her nipple, his tongue extending out to gently tickle it while he sucked with abandon. She was loving his attention, as evidenced by her hips beginning to rock back and forth against his own.

"Oh yes!" She squealed in passion. "Please... please do the other one, too?"

Stephen switched without words, finding her left nipple and applying the same, sucking treatment as he had the right.

"Mmm, you're such a good master!" She moaned, before pulling his face back up to meet hers, the beginning of a long, passionate kiss. "I need you so badly. I need you inside me right now, Master. I need you to pound your little sexy genie and take advantage of her."

Stephen was on the verge of crafting another wish, one that would remove his own clothes, too. But just before he could get the words out, they were both interrupted by the most annoying of sounds.

RING... RING... RING.

It was his cell phone, on the side of his bed. The sound made him slightly jump, and his head turned to look at it. Even from a couple feet away, he could see the name: Mom. That in itself was highly unusual, as she almost never called during the day, unless it was an emergency. And of all times, why did it have to be now???

Stephen looked back up at the genie, and she was wearing the same look of disappointment as he was. "Do you need to get that?"

"Let me see what she wants. She never calls me during the day when she's working," said Stephen, sheepishly.

She smiled at him, but moved to the side of the bed so he could reach his phone. Stephen slid closer, grabbed it with one hand, and pressed 'Answer'.

"Hey Mom," he greeted, trying not to focus on the very naked, very sexy genie lying on his bed.

"Stephen, I need your help. Your grandfather fell again," his mother began, her voice low and serious.

"Oh no," he answered, "Is he okay?"

"He sounds like he's in a lot of pain. Would you go over there and check on him? At least he fell inside the house this time, but I just need to make sure he's okay. I'm stuck here or I would go myself."

"Yeah, absolutely, I'll go right now," replied Stephen.

"Thank you so much, sweetie. I'm sorry to do this to you on your day off," she replied, with a measure of care in her voice.

"Not anything we can control, Mom. I'll go over and check on him and let you know as soon as I can."

"Thank you, sweetie. Text me when you know more. Bye!"

"Bye mom," he finished, hanging up the call. He turned to face the genie, and noticed she had a very serious expression on her face, suggesting she must have listened to the call.

"Do you need to go?" She asked.

"Yeah, unfortunately. I need to make sure he's okay," he replied, sliding his fingers through his hair.

"I understand perfectly. Just wish it was better timing," she smiled.

"Trust me, that was the first thing I thought of," he cracked a small smile.

She began to look around his room, and then spoke her thoughts, "Do you want me to just stay here? Or should I be doing something until your return?"

Stephen thought about her question for a moment and then shook his head, "Why don't you come with me?"

Her eyes raised to his immediately. "You want me to come with you?"

"Yeah, of course," he smiled. "At least for the ride over there. I'm not sure how I'm going to explain you just yet, so I might need your disappearing powers again when I'm with him. But we can still talk telepathically, right?"

She sat upright in bed, with a big smile on her face, "Yes, we definitely can! I'd love to go with you!"

Stephen gave a little chuckle, "Okay, well we should get going there. It's a good twenty minute drive to reach their house."

She bolted upright, standing up from his bed, and looking like she was ready to leave. The only problem was that she was still just as naked as the day she born.

"Err, I think we need to get you some clothes," remarked Stephen, with a lingering look at her body.

She looked down at herself, and then started laughing, "Oops. Yeah, some clothing might help."

"Do you have anything else besides that robe? We don't really wear robes these days, except coming out of the shower," he asked.

"Do you have an idea for how you would like me to look? Clothing is a rather broad topic to start from scratch," she asked with a hint of grin.

"Hmm, that's a good question," he said, looking around his room for an example to show her. This would be hard in a boy's room, with no previous girlfriends to have an idea of what was appropriate for female fashion. He began to scour around, eventually looking through his desk. After about a minute of looking, he found a brochure for the community college he had went to for one semester. On the brochure were about six different college aged kids, all hanging out on one of the campus lawns. All of the girls were dressed casually, and would be appropriate for modern fashion.