James' Genie Ch. 04

By the time they were finished and Min had returned to Charlotte's room, back in her pajamas and tank top, the sun had fully risen, though it was still early. He had an entire day ahead of him.

They had an entire day ahead of them.

Imane was sitting primly on his bed, her legs crossed beneath her as she brushed her hair. The morning sun was making her skin glow, and there was a casual intimacy to her sitting on his bed, entirely naked, brushing her hair, as if she had always belonged there. She was singing softly as she did it, and James knew enough to recognize the song was in her version of Arabic, which sounded beautiful and exotic to his untrained ear.

He sat in the spinning chair at his desk, dressed in washed-out jeans and a clean, white shirt that made his musculature stand out, which was precisely why he wore it. "We should probably buy you some clothing," he offered, loath to interrupt the picturesque scene.

She looked up at him, smiling peacefully. It really did feel like they were a couple. "You know I can create outfits, right?"

Suddenly, Imane was wearing denim shorts that hugged her thighs and ass, and a red flannel shirt that was tied off just short enough to show a sliver of her toned stomach and really emphasize her breasts. "See?" she said. He wasn't nearly old enough to have ever watched the show, but he recognized the outfit of Daisy Duke.

A moment later, she was in black leggings and a white wool knit sweater that, with the top few buttons undone, dipped down just enough to show a little cleavage, while still remaining loose enough to disguise her figure. Her dark hair tumbled down her shoulders, contrasting really beautifully with the outfit. She pursed her lips, clearly thinking, and then she had a pair of white Converse high-tops on.

"I figured you would need some school supplies, also. And a laptop," he pointed out, knowing she had a soft spot for getting an education. "And I suppose it's nice to own things, you know? Have something that belongs to you?"

"Yeah," Imane agreed hesitantly. "That does sound nice."

James stood up, grabbing his wallet and keys. "Well, come on. Let's go to the mall."

Imane leaped off of the bed and raced after him.

--

"I knew buildings could be this big, but knowing and seeing are very different things," Imane remarked as they walked into the Cape Cod Mall. While she knew just about everything he did about the modern world, she was far from accustomed to it, and a simple trip to the mall in his Jeep had astounded her, from the buttons on the dashboard to the songs on his speakers. He had been amused to find that they shared the same taste in music.

It was the Saturday after Black Friday, so the mall was fairly busy. James wasn't usually much of a fan, but he really did like the idea of Imane owning clothing of her own, and he suspected that they would conceive of a way to make money off of her powers sooner rather than later, so he wasn't particularly worried about spending cash on her. Besides which, he had a fair bit of money of his own. He worked at one of those fancy restaurants that did really well during the on-season, when all the tourists and summer-birds came and started spending. The tips alone were pretty insane, and he had been investing all that money ever since he was fourteen. It had created a solid little chunk of change, and with his scholarships, he hadn't needed to dip into it in a while.

The mall was made a fair bit more enjoyable by Imane's roving eye and detailed commentary, most of which was so vulgar it had to be made inside their minds. Look at that girl, James! Imane exclaimed. Her ass looks fantastic in those leggings.

James glanced out of the corner of his eye, and sure enough, the girl did have a pretty great ass. By the time he had looked away, Imane was already onto the next girl. And that girl's tits are amazing! she said excitedly.

Once again, Imane's commentary was on the money. The girl in question did have fantastic breasts.

James most enjoyed that, walking around in public, he got to hold Imane's hand, as other couples did. He didn't have much experience with that, having never seriously dated anyone. He felt like he might have missed out on something, but being with Imane more than made up for it.

Once they actually got to shopping, Imane proved her expertise in all things style. She seemed to instinctively know what clothing would fit her and what wouldn't -she was a 36D, apparently - and her understanding of fashion was thorough and comprehensive, from the latest trends to the classics. She was easily able to identify pieces that could be mixed and matched to create dozens of unique outfits, and she managed to diversify her wardrobe without buying more than she could reasonably bring down to North Carolina with her, which was rather impressive. Still, buying a full wardrobe was no easy thing, and they had to make a trip back to his Jeep halfway through to get rid of all the bags they - and by they, he meant he - were lugging around with them.

"Just a few more things," she said cheerily as they walked into another storefront. As usual, the eyes of almost every man in the store and a few of the women - those who were attracted to women, James presumed - were drawn to Imane. James didn't particularly mind.

Imane made a line straight for the skirts, which were the final thing she needed. James stood awkwardly nearby as she went down the line, inspecting some skirts quickly and others for a longer time. "This one!" she finally declared, holding up a plaid, pleated skirt that James quite liked. "Now I just need to try it on."

James blinked. "You do?" he asked. She hadn't needed to try anything on before.

Imane raised both eyebrows at him, and he almost blushed at his own stupidity. He allowed himself to be lead to the changing rooms, but when Imane opened the door to one of them, he stopped. What if someone sees? he asked.

Imane jerked her towards the door, and James did as he was told, realizing belatedly that Imane would have already prevented that. As soon as the door was closed - full length, he noticed - Imane pushed him onto the bench, holding a single finger up to her lips, silently telling him not to speak.

Just as quickly, she slipped her boots off of her feet, pushed her leggings down and off, and pulled on the skirt, which fit perfectly. Then, to his surprise, she reached under the skirt and pulled her underwear down her legs, throwing it to the side with her leggings.

They stared at each other for a moment. Aren't you going to fuck me? Imane asked.

That was all James needed.

James rose to his full height and captured Imane's lips with his own, one hand burying itself in her hair while the other snaked down under her skirt and between her legs. Unsurprisingly, she was already wet, and when her nimble fingers undid the button and zipper of his jeans, he didn't protest. He merely pushed a finger into her soft center, causing her to release a silent breath of pleasure. I've needed this, James, she sultrily told him in his mind.

He hissed as her hand wrapped around his hardening length and pulled him out. This morning wasn't enough? he asked, amused and aroused.

She let out a small, almost silent groan when he pushed another finger into her soft, soaked pussy. I can never get enough of you, she admitted.

James groaned as she stroked his cock, which had quickly grown to its full length. Turn around, he told her.

Imane did as he told her, planting both hands against the wall of the changing room and presenting her ass to him, her back arched. Her skirt had hiked up enough that he could see the perfect, firm globes of her ass, and between them the beautiful folds of her center.

Too aroused to wait, he rubbed the head of his cock against her wetness, getting it ready for her. Then, after a long breath, he pushed forward and felt the soft heat of her pussy encase him, and then the molten heat of it flow through his veins.

Fuck, you feel so good, he told her.

Imane wiggled her ass against him, grinning over her shoulder. Then hurry up and fuck me.

James did as she asked, thrusting into her slowly at first, but them with increasing speed, so that his thighs slapped against her ass with each thrust. Desperate for something to hold onto, James gathered up Imane's hair in one fist, while the other hand snaked its way under her sweater until he palmed at her breasts, which were uncovered by a bra thanks to the thickness of the sweater. Imane shuddered and swore in his mind when he tweaked one of her nipples and then the other, her pussy tightening around his length.

In the silence of the changing room, all James could hear was the muffled sounds of their breathing and the slapping of her firm ass against his muscular thighs. He wondered if anyone else could hear, but a part of him didn't really care one way or another.

I'm so fucking close, James, Imane whined silently.

James could feel his own orgasm building with each thrust into her tight, wet pussy, so he acted quickly, pulling back on her hair just enough to turn Imane on even more, and pulling his hand out from her sweater to play with her clit between her legs, under that cute skirt she was still wearing.

Fuck! she mentally shouted, clenching around him hard as she came, her entire body shaking around his cock, which was buried all the way inside her.

With a strength he didn't know he had, James resisted the urge to empty into his sexy Genie. He simply luxuriated in the feeling of her climax ripping through her body, and then, when she was finished shaking, he pulled his hard, still throbbing cock out of her and spun her around.

Imane immediately understood what he wanted, and, with a sultry expression, dropped to her knees and did her best to swallow his cock whole, one hand coming up to cup his balls as she vigorously sucked him off.

Their eyes met, and James saw the absolute need and desire in the depths of that brilliant green. With a final groan, he came, emptying himself into her mouth with a powerful explosion, all while she continued doing her very best to suck him dry.

Swallowing hard, Imane managed to take all of it, and when he was finished, she used her mouth to clean him up, sucking and licking every bit of cum off of his softening cock. Fuck, that was so good, he told her, feeling as if he had run a marathon in those few minutes.

Imane's eyes sparkled, and she sucked on the head of his cock cutely. Thank you, Master! she said happily. Then, prim and proper, she tucked him back into his pants and closed them up, standing up to get dressed again.

When they stepped out of the changing room, James saw a woman's figure, dressed in a black work uniform, turn the corner quickly, almost as if she had been standing right outside the door. He turned to Imane. "Was she listening to us?" he asked, a little concerned that they were about to get into serious trouble.

Imane smirked. "Oh, her? She works here. She recognized you when we came in, and she saw us go into the changing room."

James' heart fell deep into his stomach. "I thought you said we would be fine?" he protested.

"Did I?" Imane asked, raising a single, perfect eyebrow. She reached down to cup the bulge in his pants, then winked at him. "Don't worry. We won't get in trouble. Trust me. This is good."

When James and Imane approached the counter to pay for the skirt, James' heart fell even deeper, down to a place that he couldn't have even imagined before then. He recognized the girl behind the counter, though he had never seen her in her work uniform, and he had certainly never seen her blushing so furiously. Their eyes briefly met, and Saranya Rajput looked away, brushing her hair behind her ear shyly.

He knew this girl, though not well. They had gone to high school together, though they were in different years. She was a senior at the moment, though he was dead certain she was already eighteen, which he supposed made things better. He didn't know much about her, except that she was gorgeous, with beautiful black hair, smooth brown skin, and a killer body, and that she was the star of his former high school's gymnastics team.

They arrived at the counter all too soon. "Hey there," he said quietly.

Saranya met his gaze, and he noticed that her deep brown eyes really were quite pretty. "Hey, James," she said just as awkwardly.

Imane feigned surprise very well. "Oh! You two know each other. That's so nice." She reached out to gently shake Saranya's hand, who managed to react just in time to not make things even more awkward. "My name is Imane Drake. I'm James' girlfriend."

Saranya blinked, seeming briefly surprised. It seemed his reputation had not been forgotten. "Oh. I'm, um, Saranya. Saranya Rajput."

Flashing a winning smile, Imane placed the skirt on the table. "That's a pretty name. Where is it from?"

Searching blindly for the scanner as she looked between them, still blushing furiously, Saranya stuttered a little. "Um, India. It's Sanskrit."

"Lovely," Imane said, even sounding like she meant it, which she probably did.

"Thank you." They were silent for a moment, then the poor girl seemed to remember what she was doing. "Oh, that will be $35.87," she said in her professional voice. "Will you want a bag with that?"

James looked down at the bags he was already carrying. "I think we'll be all set."

He paid, hoping to escape the awkward situation, but as they were about to leave, Imane leaned across the counter and whispered quietly in Saranya's ear, making the girl blush even deeper than before, her eyes wide as she stared at them. Her gaze followed them as they left the store.

They turned a corner and James rounded on his Genie. "What was that?" he hissed, somewhere between astonished and horrified.

"That, is what is called laying the groundwork," Imane said confidently but quietly, causing him to deflate a little. "He who does not lay the groundwork shall not receive future hot teen pussy," she said with a single elegant finger raised. "Trust me. That's one more girl you can have whenever you want."

James blinked, truly confounded. "What did you say to her?" he asked.

Imane grinned, ignoring the question entirely. "I'm starving. Where's the food court?"

--

At the food court, Imane delighted in going through the various options available, before eventually landing on the classic American dinner of cheeseburgers with fries. He suspected foul play, as that was the option he would have chosen, but perhaps it was simply a result of her personality being formed to his preferences. He loved cooking good food, but when he was ordering something, he enjoyed it easy and greasy. If he wanted something good, he would make it himself.

Imane took a big bite of her burger - a double-stack with cheese, onions, ketchup, and mustard - and groaned in a way that made him sit up a little straighter in his seat. "Holy shit that's delicious," she said through a mouthful of food.

"You're perfect," James said in awe, watching as she took another huge bite without bothering to wipe the ketchup and mustard off of the corners of her mouth. Meanwhile, he ate a little slower, enjoying his meal while he could.

Remembering Saranya from before, James cleared his throat. "You know, I was thinking, maybe it would beneficial if I could easily see some information about people I run into. You know, like how old they are, for example."

Imane swallowed her bite of burger, took a big sip of soda out of her straw, and finally wiped her mouth. "I could do that. You just have to frame the context in a way that makes it a sexual wish."

"Oh, right," he said, feeling foolish. "Well, I wish that, when I want to, I could make someone's age appear above their head in a way only I can see, so that I can better determine whether I want to have sex with them."

For a brief moment, Imane's perfect eyes flashed gold, though only he was close enough to notice. "Done," she said proudly, reaching for a fry.

He looked over at a random woman, and suddenly, with a mere thought, he saw the number 28 floating above her head. A moment later, it was gone.

"Woah," he muttered. "That's cool."

Pretty soon, they had a whole system worked out, which included name, age, sexual orientation, body count, and sexual interest in him. They got a few strange looks as they intently stared at certain girls, muttering softly to each other, but nobody seemed too bothered by it, thanks to Imane's magic.

They spent a rather enjoyable meal digging through other people's sexual histories, before eventually returning to shopping, after first dropping off the bags of clothes in his Jeep.

This time, they were after school supplies. Imane got herself a backpack, notebooks, pens and pencils and sharpies, folders, and a calculator. More than the clothing, this truly excited Imane, who was thrilled to be able to go to school. Without having an innate sense for these things, as she did with fashion, she spent an inordinate amount of time choosing over her options, examining the pros and cons of every choice. It was very endearing.

Finally, they came to the very last thing, which was to buy Imane a laptop and a phone.

He got her one of the smaller, lighter laptops, so that she could carry it around without it getting heavy. For her phone, however, he got one of the newest ones, reasoning that she could probably use a good camera. He was beginning to have some ideas on how they would make money, after all.

Once they got home and unpacked everything, James got busy setting up her devices, which was more work than he had expected. She was starting from scratch with no digital footprint at all. Not only did he have to set up the basics, he also had to get her onto the school database, social media, and everything else a normal person would need. She, in particular, needed to build a social media presence if people were going to believe she was real. The idea that a woman who looked the way she did was not on social media was simple inconceivable.

Imane collaborated on some of it, and she helped set up her own profiles on social media, but mostly she tried on her various outfits and leafed through Pride and Prejudice.

Once things were all set up, however, she took her phone and buried her nose in it, jumping from one topic to another with little apparent reason or logic. First she was looking at fashion videos on Instagram, then she was scrolling through porn videos and examining them with a professional eye, then she was reading about Ancient Greek fertility rituals. Anything and everything interested her.

Things were relatively quiet until James' phone buzzed. He pulled it out of his pocket, looked at the notification, then looked up at Imane. "Saranya followed me on Instagram," he told her.

She grinned. "See! I told you. Follow her back. See if she messages you."

He did just that, and a few moments later she sent him a picture. "She sent me a picture," James told Imane. "Come here."

Imane shifted over to where he lay at the head of the bed, leaning her head on his shoulder to see his phone, her wavy hair tickling the skin of his bicep. A little nervous, he opened up the photo and felt his jaw drop.

"Oh, we are so saving that," Imane said, taking his phone out of his unprotesting hands to screenshot the picture, then handing it back to him.

"What did you say to her?" he asked again.

The picture was a nude, of course. Saranya's tits were the centerpiece, pressed together by her arms so that they seemed bigger than they really were. They were probably a C cup, but full and perky, with dark brown nipples against smooth, light brown skin. Then there was her collarbone, which was gentle and beautiful, leading up to the soft skin of her neck and the sharp, narrow point of her jaw. At the very top of the photo, he could see her lips smirking. He could already imagine himself fucking those tits and enjoying those beautiful lips wrapped around his cock.

"I just told her that we were always looking for a third, and she could apply for the position if she was interested." She pulled out her phone. "Oh, look at that! She followed me."

James blinked. "You make us sound like swingers!" he protested.

His Genie rolled her eyes. "Whatever. I got you a hot nude." She tapped on her phone a little. "You have to send something back, by the way. It's only polite."

"I don't have anything," he protested.

"Make a wish, then," Imane said.

Right. He needed to get better about using that. "I wish to send the perfect nude to Saranya, which will make her the most interested in hooking up with us in the future."

"Done," Imane said with a grin. He looked down at his phone and raised his eyebrows. The picture was more explicit than he had expected. It was a POV shot from his perspective, showing his cock spearing into Imane, with her legs wrapped around his waist. The taunt lines of her muscular stomach were stretched out nicely, and the full weight of her lovely breasts was just visible at the top of the image, which ended below her shoulders. It was a masterclass.

James looked at Imane, who seemed more than a little proud of herself. "This is the perfect nude for her? It's mostly you."

Imane's green eyes twinkled. "She's straight, but trust me, this is the perfect nude."

"Huh," James muttered. He gazed once more at the screenshot of those perky tits, before finally hiding it in a special folder. He was feeling the itch again, despite having fucked Imane and Min in the morning, and then having a quickie at the mall. Even better, he had an idea.

Placing his phone to the side, he turned to Imane. "I have a wish for you."

His Genie turned her full attention towards him, her gorgeous eyes already sweeping over him hungrily. "Do tell," she prompted.

He closed his eyes, thinking. "I wish for you to temporarily duplicate yourself, so that we can have a threesome."

When he opened his eyes, James was greeted with the sight of two of his beautiful girlfriend kneeling on his bed, their hands set in their laps. His mouth went dry. "Is this what you wanted?" they asked in the same husky voice.

He stared at them, amazed. It was perfect, down to the last hair and freckle. "How does this work?" he asked. "Are you sharing one mind right now?"

"Not quite," the Imane on the right said.

"We have separate minds right now," the other Imane continued.

"But we'll merge into the same person at the end," finished the first Imane.

He nodded. "Do you think we could do the same thing with me, one day?" he asked out of interest.

"Definitely," one of them answered.

The other one quirked up an eyebrow in that familiar way. "Why? Do you have some ideas?"

He smirked. "I'll tell you later." James clapped his hands together. "Now, make out while undressing each other."

Mostly in awe, he watched as the two Genies began making out with a sort of wild abandon, two identical sets of lips meeting in what could only be described as a moment of euphoria. Though intense, it was slow at first. Their hands wandered lightly over each other's clothing, and then over exposed skin, brushing the nape of the neck and then the line of the jaw. Finally, their hands ended up in each other's wild, wavy hair.

Gradually, clothing came off. First it was the sweaters, revealing their bare torsos. "I see why you love these so much, James" Imane commented as she cupped her partner's breasts, thumbing at a pebbled nipple, which made the other Imane whimper softly. Then their pants and underwear came off, and suddenly he had two identical Genies tumbling in his bed, their hair gone wild and their kisses bringing moans and whimpers of pleasure.

One of them parted the other's thighs with her hand, her fingers teasing at her partner's lower lips.

Beginning to feel left out, James stripped his clothing off and joined them, and for the next hour he experienced salvation.

--

Later, after they had eaten dinner, Charlotte once again walked into his room. Again, they were merely relaxing, with James reading a comic book while Imane, who had already finished Pride and Prejudice, now leafed her way through Middlemarch. It was a bit of a surprise that she had taken such a liking to the classics, but then, they were on his bookshelf, so perhaps it was ultimately his own doing. In any case, James was now determined to lock his door more often.

"Does she just live here now?" Charlotte asked.

"Hello to you, too," James said blandly, getting no reaction. "Yeah, pretty much," he finally answered.

Charlotte stared at them both, and Imane smiled widely, giving her a little wave, which his sister again ignored. "This is strange. You've never done this."

James shrugged. "There's a first time for everything."

"Right," Charlotte said slowly. "Where did you even find her?"

"She's a magical Genie I released from an ancient Arabic amulet, and she's bound to me for life. She can grant any erotic wish I desire. Also, we're immortal," he deadpanned.

"Well fuck you too, I guess," she responded.

He grinned. "Ew. You're gross, Char."

Despite herself, her mouth twitched in a small smile. "Shut up," she said, turning around to leave, but first giving Imane a little wave and a wink.

The door closed, and James looked at his Genie. "I think she'll come around to the idea."