Philip watched with pride as his college class president, Kate Fontaine, gave her graduation speech. As it happened, Philip and Kate had been friends since they'd been assigned as lab partners back in 9th grade. The two had never date, though Philip had on several occasions expressed his desires for the intelligent beauty. Kate had never wanted to be anything other than friends despite the fact that Philip was a good looking, smart guy from a good family. A girl could certainly do worse. For Kate though, things were simple, either there was that first spark or there wasn't. She needed a man who made her wet when he walked into a room, and for her, Philip was just not it. For Philip though, Kate was everything. She was difficult, a natural flirt, witty, and instinctually wicked. Philip didn't think the girl had ever been told no in her life: all in all, she was crazy, and Philip felt that he was the only one who knew her well enough and loved her enough to be able to handle her.
The ceremony finally concluded, everyone threw their hats and began to disperse. Kate was hopping a flight that night to Europe to travel for a year before gradschool, and it was unlikely that Philip would see her until she got back. He couldn't imagine being away from her for a whole year. After today, Philip's only plan involved driving to his grandfather's lakehouse and a bottle of Tennessee whiskey.
Philip got in his car disappointedly, having only been able to speak briefly to Kate through a throng of well wishers. Kate had given him a peck on the cheek, wished him well, and went on her way. He cursed as a few hours later a summer storm broke upon him. He'd planned to make the drive in one long haul, but now the road was obscured and the rain wasn't doing much to help his sullen mood. With no end in sight, Philip decided the next town would be as good a place as ay to stop for the night.
Main st. had two items of interest for Philip, a Mexican restaurant and antique store. Several beers and an enchilada later, Philip stumbled into the antique store. The store clerk muttered an uninterested greeting and returned to her magazine. He wandered through the cluttered junk, creepy old dolls and crumbling newspapers, a shiny object catching his attention. It appeared to be a coin of some kind, the profile of a woman's face on one side, indecipherable writing on the other. He rubbed the side with the writing trying to get a better look through the grime, when suddenly, the writing came into focus: one wish and one wish only, it said.
He woke in the morning in a dirty motel room, cursing himself for having drunk so much: there were few things in life worse than a road trip while hungover. Philip made the secluded lake house as evening was falling. He threw his duffle bag into a corner of what served as the master bedroom of the old place, then headed for the always beer stocked fridge. Grabbing a cold six pack, Philip made his way to a large rocking chair on the back porch. He audibly let out a sigh as he sunk into the chair, heard the crickets singing, saw the full moon rise over the still black waters. He loved this place more than any he'd ever been to; his own little world.
Once he'd downed the beer, and was halfway through another pack, he decided to turn in for the night. He was in that wonderful state of inebriation where one feels no pain and everything seems right with the world. As his clothed were coming off for bed, Philip emptied his pockets, finding the strange coin. A moment of panic swept over him at the thought of getting caught stealing in a small town. The thought soon vanished though as he re-read the inscription. One wish, hmmmm, what would he wish for? The question was put aside as an image of Kate in a compromising position brought his cock to full attention. He fell back on the bed, coin in one hand, cock in the other. His hand slid back and forth, ragged gasps escaping his lips while visions of Kate danced in his head. As he came he blurted, "I wish for all my desires to come true!" Technically only one wish, but one which entailed every aspect of his life. As he opened his eyes though, and saw that Kate was not there happily bobbing up and down on his cock, he figured the wish was a bust. He thusly showered and fell asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow.
A soft moan and shifting of sheets woke him. It was early morning, deep blue light filling the room. Philip literally jumped out of bed as he realized there was another person in it. He clamped a hand over his mouth to keep from screaming. No way! He thought, instantly realizing who the drowsing figure beneath the sheets was. This has to be a dream! He pinched himself, ow, fuck! Not a dream; a smile lit his features, not dream. The woman he'd been in loved with for eight years was in his bed! He wondered what other desires the magic coin had seen fit to grant. Glancing around the room, he noticed that had not been there before, Louis luggage, a Patek Phillipe watch on the bedside table. A thought crossed his mind and he went to the window: Outside instead of his old Jeep, there was a brand new black Cayenne. Nice.
A glimpse of gold caught his eye, a second glance confirmed that indeed, he was wearing a wedding ring. As Kate shifted again in her sleep he saw the corresponding ring on her finger; a large emerald. Philip was beside himself with happiness. He wanted to wake Kate immediately and make love to her, for clearly she now belonged to him. But one look at her peaceful countenance as she snuggled deeper under the covers, made him stop in his tracks.
