Tom's Genie

"You ok there?"

Shaking his head to throw off his daze Tom answered honestly, "Ya...yeah, I'm good, you just look wonderful,"

Without blushing Kelly replied, "Thank you Tom, that's sweet." She reached out her hand and offered a birthday card to him, "Here you go, picked this up for you."

"Awe, no way! You didn't have too, you coming was present enough." He was much too excited than he should have been, the thought of him being in her thoughts outside of when they were looking at each other an impossible concept to him. He was too distracted to notice her funny look that seemed to say, 'Okay, calm down, it's just a card.'

"Oh I know, but I wanted too," she said, finally laughing at him a little.

Tom took the card from her and looked at it in the now darkness, not even enough moon light to see by, "Let's go inside and I'll read it there."

Kelly walked in front of him when Tom turned and gestured with a goofy bow towards his door. She laughed a little when she went passed more music to his ears, and once she was in front, he couldn't help but stare at the sway of her hips. Just before she got to the door, Kelly looked over her right shoulder and caught him staring, but only giggled when he looked at her eyes bashfully, 'CAUGHT' screaming through his head when she did.

He opened the door for her while blushing, and let her in first; the boys stopping there game long enough to say "Hi Kelly," in almost perfect unison, then going back to their race.

"Are you hungry? My grandma made pizza, but we ate it all, I'm sure I could get something good for you though,"

"Nah, I ate already, but thanks," Tom had noticed she had gotten there later than he had expected.

Tom offered her the computer chair seeing as how the boys were absorbed in the game, and he sat opposite her on his bed, where he tried starting small talk with her.

After a few awkward questions from him and her, they were both looking at their feet in wondering what to ask next. Finally she broke the tension, "Got any beer?"

Tom was shocked at the question, he didn't drink based on principle, but had never thought this would come up. His lack of planning for a party certainly did put an obvious damper on the fun for her though, he hadn't thought of anything to actually do at his party. Tom had known she was bored; he wasn't a super interesting person unless you knew about fantasy books, or comic book heroes or some other nerdy thing, but had hoped she was interested in him enough to want to at least be around him to get to know who he was. Alcohol had never even crossed his mind until just now.

"No, sorry, I don't drink," He answered a few seconds later.

"...even try..." Tom caught one of the boys whispering to the other, and then they both laughed. He figured they were making fun of his efforts at courtship and even expected a little bit of fun heckling, especially later on at work, but didn't think he would catch them doing it.

"What did you say?" fury creeping into his voice.

Brian turned around, and looked him square in the eye and said boldly, "I was saying to John that if you didn't have beer, then I don't know why you would even try, the only way she would fuck you is if she was drunk, birthday or no."

Instantly Tom was furious. Sleeping with Kelly was certainly on his lists of fantasies, but not tonight's agenda. Brian's bluntness was shocking, but inexcusable. Tom thought he could turn the tide on this though if he kept his cool and showed her that he was a respectable man, and deserved her affections. His response was delayed, but quick in delivery, "I have no intentions of sleeping with Kelly tonight, and I have no desire to celebrate my birthday in a drunken stupor fumbling with my own cock like most people would."

"Listen here you smart ass pussy, this ain't no party, this is just a chance for you to get to her while we sit here and watch. We all know that, including her. I'm sure you've heard how easy she is and that's why she's here. She knows it, I know it, John knows it, and if you don't, you're a moron."

Tom had it, flying off the bed in a red hot rage; he stepped deliberately to Brian and threw his weight into a hard knuckled fist, crashing into Brian's face. Brian's weight fell off of the couch and into the floor, where he quickly recovered and leapt over the futon, clearing it with a springy ease, and crashed into Tom's chest.

Tom easily took control of the fight, his back being the best position he could be in. Tom had watched a few cage matches on cable, and since watching them had figured out a few techniques with some random cousins at even more random family get togethers. Once on the ground and Brian on top of him, Tom's legs flew out and around Brian's abdomen, his ankles locking tightly together in a position known to many MMA fighters as guard. Brian wrestled to stand but Tom kept control of his arms by holding his wrists, keeping his weight down and Brian away from the ability to punch Tom.

Brian tried rolling out of Tom's guard, twisting to Tom's left. Tom used the weight shift to his advantage and threw Brian's left hand down and passing his right leg out and around it, placing his leg across Brian's shoulders. Not understanding what was happening Brian tried using his hands to push off of Tom's chest. With one leg already up, Tom just threw his knee over his outstretched foot, effectively placing Brian in a triangle choke, using Tom's thigh and Brian's own shoulder to cut off the blood supply to his brain.

Brian freaked out and started throwing his hands everywhere while Tom clinched in tight, doing his best to pick up Tom's entire body weight but unable to do so. Dodging most of the blows easily, Tom's hands were free, so between wild shots from his opponent, Tom took his free ones from the ground, firing short choppy punches to Brian's eyes, hoping to black them so that it would leave a mark and hopefully a lesson.

Kelly just watched in dumb amazement while this nerdy farm kid she thought would be funny, if not exactly fun, to hang out with, choked out one of their coworkers like he was a simple farm animal. She couldn't believe what Brian had said, despite the truth in what he had said, because it had been so blatant.

John just enjoyed the fight. He actually wished he had some popcorn because he knew Brian's mouth was going to get him his ass kicked one day; he just never thought it would be Tom that did it. Watching the 6^th and 7^th blow land on Brian as Tom erupted from the floor like a volcano of punches; John couldn't help but be impressed with his ability.

Finally, Brian went purple in the face enough that he went limp and his whole body relaxed. Tom instantly let up his grip, allowing Brian to breathe again, and the blood back to his brain. Bruises began forming in seconds around Brian's face as he lay crumpled on the floor

Tom hadn't noticed while wrestling, but he was covered in sweat and was panting with his own breath. He stood up and staring at Brian, he didn't know what to do next.

Kelly broke the silence the long silence, "Why did you do that?"

The question shocked him, and Tom gave her a confused look, "Wha...?"

"Why did you hit him and choke him out like that?"

His plan at being a hero for her affections in defending her honor just backfired on him. He just lost her and he knew it, but he didn't quite know why. "Because..." Tom sat on his bed in the same spot in a huge panting of breath, "Because I will....not allow him...to insult you...or me like that in my house."

Kelly thought about this for a moment before she answered, "So, you beat him up because you were insulted at the fact that he pointed out what you were doing?"

Tom was even more confused. He hadn't actually wanted to sleep with her right away, he wanted to show her more respect than that, but Tom had the feeling she wasn't used to respect and didn't know how to handle it, "NO! I hit him because he basically called you an alcoholic slut in my house. I like you Kelly, a lot, and I want to show you that, and show you the utmost respect because of that, sleeping with you was not my intention, at least not right away."

Brian was recovering on the floor now, rubbing his neck and choking out breaths, but wasn't speaking.

Kelly looked puzzled, but only muttered an, "Oh..." Kelly turned away from him and looked at the floor, her face a window of concern.

Brian got roughly to his feet and walked out the door without saying anything. He opened it and shut if behind him without a word, a few seconds later he heard his car door open and shut and then he was pulling out of the drive.

John stood up and did the same, but he at least murmured a "See ya later guys," before he left unceremoniously.

That left Kelly just standing there and looking at her feet, confusing Tom all the more. "Tom I..." she began, before choking up a little it looked like. Tom was studying her intently, looking for any kind of victory for him in her eyes, anything to show him that he had somehow come out of this bad situation with any hope of her affections.

"Tom, you are obviously a great guy, I don't know of anyone that would do that for me, defend me like that, but..."

Tom didn't need her to finish what she was going to say. He may have one this battle, but he had lost the war, his prize out of reach now either because she was scared of him, or didn't know how to handle someone's respect for who she was. He wanted her to finish what she was going to say for his own closure though. He knew enough about himself to know that.

"But I don't like you like that. You are too good for me..." and with that she walked briskly to the door and left, turning back from the door to say, "...goodnight Tom," and she was gone, her car pulling away from his house before he even realized.

In silence he just stared at the door for long moments, and then Tom cried. Standing there in his room, in the same spot as when he had won his battle against Brian, feeling utterly stupid for even having hit him. He did his best to control his sobs, but his tears still cut paths down his cheeks, a few falling from his chin to the floor. He couldn't fathom the idea that a woman thought he was TOO good for her. What the hell does TOO good for her entail? A god maybe? He certainly was no god, but any woman he would be with he knew he would do his best to treat her like a goddess, that's how he thought women should be treated, at least through courtship. 'Too good for her,' kept ringing through his head, and he finally walked around the couch and sat down. Looking at the TV screen and noticing that the game was where the guys had left it before his attack, so he cancelled the race, shut off the game and went to his bed where he stretched out to look at the ceiling, thinking about what on earth Kelly, or any woman for that matter, would consider too good themselves.

Standing up and fumbling with the thermostat, Tom made it cooler in the room, then stripped and went to the shower. "Fuck it, I'm going to bed," he mumbled to himself. The echoes seemed to die hollowly in the room, haunting him for a moment.

In the shower he cleaned himself up, and once he was done, still thinking about what he had said or did to make Kelly think he was too good for her, a knock came at his door. The firm rapping left Tom to believe it was a man, but it certainly wasn't his grandfather, he usually knocked and came in, assuming Tom was always decent.

Right now he wasn't though, so grabbing a quick pair of shorts from the closet he threw them hastily, not even straightening them, and then answered the door shirtless. A tall man in a deep maroon business suit with a red tie and brown shoes stood in his doorway, a small smile playing under his well groomed full Manchu. "Hello Tom," was all he said.

It was a warm voice, full of happiness, but a glint of mischief radiated from his eyes while he smiled. He didn't seem too threatening, but Tom was a little leery himself so he responded with a defensive and curt, "Hi, how can I help you?"

"I have a present for you Tom, a birthday present, may I come in and give it to you?"

Tom was surprised he knew his name and that it was his birthday. Because the man did, Tom let him in. He didn't mean Tom any harm as far as Tom could tell, and if he did, he could obviously defend himself, so letting him seemed logical.

Once the man was inside, "How do you know my name, and how do you know it's my birthday?" Tom asked as the man stood just inside the doorway, hands clasped in front of him.

"Those are good questions, let me start from the beginning Tom," The man answered, a serious look coming over him, "I knew you father before he died, Do you remember your father Tom?"

"Some, but not much," Tom replied, lying more than he would have liked. Tom remembered his father's face, his laughter, and then void of him not being there. That's what Tom remembered, the void, and the pain. He knew it wasn't his father's fault, but that didn't help the pain, and sometimes the anger at him leaving Tom on his own.

"Well, I knew him for a long time, mostly because I owed him a large favor, but after a while I learned to really like your father I knew him when you were born and seen the happiness he held in raising you. I see him in you, especially the pain that resides in you. It resided in him at the loss of his wife, her choosing to go her own way; much like the pain you have at him dying resides in you."

Tom was taken aback, but didn't respond. He could only drop his head in shame without a word to fight back with, his pain plain on his face now at the talk of his father.

"Before he died, your father finally cashed in on a favor that I owed him. A large favor, I owed him my life because once, when he was younger, he had saved it. I could have given him anything, anything in this world within my reach, which is a very far reach Tom, except save his life. Instead, knowing that no matter what I did, I couldn't save his life, he asked me to give you this," The mysterious man produced a box from his pocket. It was about the size of ring box, but it was wooden and looked very old. It had a brass clasp but no locking mechanism.

Tom looked at it for long moments, letting the man just hold it aloft for him to study. Finally, he reached out and took it from him, thinking of how important it must be for this man to wait so long to give whatever this was to him, as a favor to his now long dead father.

Once it was in his hands, the man started speaking again, "He made me promise to watch out for you, with that distant reach I have, and to wait for your 18^th birthday to give this to you. You've been 18 for about 10 minutes now, and I wanted to be the first to fulfill my obligations in giving you anything Tom. Happy birthday," clasping his hands in front of himself again, he walked to let himself out, turning back once more to Tom, "I've watched you a long time Tom, and I still feel that despite fulfilling that last minute wish of your fathers, I still owe him something so if you ever need me, just picture me in your head and think really hard, focus everything you have into it, and if you truly need me and I can help, I'll be there, to repay that debt for my beloved friend" and with that he was out the door and disappeared into the night, without so much as leaving his name.

Chapter 3.

Staring for long moments at his new present brought him curiously out of his depressed funk. Tom was scared but not terribly frightened. What could possibly be in the box that could hurt him? He didn't know but carefully, he walked over to the futon and sat back down, setting the box on his coffee table, moving the pizza pan out of the way before he did so. Looking at it once more, he just stared at it in wonder. Finally, working his sticky tongue in his mouth and placing his hands on either side of the box, Tom flipped up the lockless clasp and tilted the box back gingerly.

Letting out a sigh, there was nothing in the box, his grief returning to him as he felt pranked once again. Sitting back on the couch with his hands in his lap, Tom just closed his eyes and shook his head. Once he opened them again, a purple mist was in the air around the box, then a strong tingling feeling took his head while it swirled around him, a calm tornado in his room of purple haze. The tingling got stronger and Tom felt his vision blur before he muttered, "Shit..." and collapsed even more so on the futon, his head slumping to his shoulder while he slide sideways with a muffled thump...

Lights, lights everywhere...pain, what kind? A headache, yes a headache, pounding in his head. Oh, his eyes focusing... ahh... the pain is easing up while his mind works. Relief flooded Tom as the pain in his eyes and brain faded to a dull thumping sound in the back of his head, in rhythm with his heart beat.

'Water, I need water' Tom thought to himself and stood to get some. In the bathroom he drank from his hand and splashed water on his face, 'Must have fallen asleep on the couch thinking about that box.'

The box! He raced back to the couch and table to see the box still empty, and then he remembered the purple cloud floating around his head. To his disappointment nothing was in the box still and slumping back down on the couch he wondered what he should do next. Sadness overtook him as he relived the entire night's events with Kelly and Brian.

"Master?" a sweet and melodic voice said from somewhere near the book case. Tom's head flew up, his eyes wide as his mind flew through the possibilities of people that could be in his house, faces of his grandmother, local girls who he knew had a crush on him, and even Kelly's flashed instantly in his brain, all tossed aside by the fact the girl had said only one taboo word no one else knew he dreamed about being called.

Tom's eyes were greeted with the simplest, most beautiful vision of the feminine form. Standing unmoving in front of his giant book case was a woman of divine beauty. She wasn't tall, 5'2" at the tallest. Tom's vision started at the bottom, working his way up the work of art in his room. Following the lines up her legs and shapely thighs, he caught the bottom hem of a translucent mini dress, hiding just enough to be aggravating. Her belly, flat and smooth shone through like ivory, her skin reflecting the light wonderfully through the cloth. His eyes kept rolling upwards and found the bottom rim of her breasts, large globes of pleasure defying gravity in their perkiness, the nipples pointing towards him like tiny pin pricks, hard in the chilly room, the dress taking their form as well as showing it easily. Up her chest, was her smooth collarbone, partially covered by the V neckline that exposed just the right amount of cleavage, and mostly exposed by the neckline. Up her graceful neck he roamed to suppleness devoid of imperfections, to a soft and round jaw line accentuated by partially hidden cheekbones. Her swanlike nose, smooth and graceful, decorated her face better than a Christmas ornament on a tree, with a small round tip. Her eyes were a light green that danced over him, and were arched by wing like eyebrows, trimmed in exquisite detail. Atop her head was a waterfall of golden hair, cascading down her back in a golden yellow, bright beyond anything Tom had ever seen, almost radiant even.

Traveling his eyes back down her form once more, Tom realized just how large her breasts were with the roundness extending beyond her side with her nipples hard as glass, and how sexy the curves of her flared hips were. Her arms were at her sides, but her hands rested themselves flat on her hips, adding to the flare. Seeing her chest bare to him like it was, Tom's cock throbbed hard in his shorts, unhindered to the soft material, but as he stared he could see her bald mound between her legs, almost willing to be stared at and drooled after.