Chapter 7: Losing a Little
"George," whispered Dawn's soft feminine voice.
George Everhart was fully awake. He had been, ever since he heard Dawn open his bedroom door and crawl onto his bed. She was sitting on her knees beside him and brought her face very close to his as she whispered again, "George, it is time to wake."
He had tossed and turned most of the night. This was partly because he already missed Dawn sleeping next to him, but also because he had been worried about Karen and her date with Rocko. After he had explained what he had heard of Rocko's plans for Karen, Dawn informed him that they had a date planned for that night. Using a wish, George was hoping to disrupt it enough that Rocko would leave Karen alone, at least temporarily. He had placed his trust in Dawn's abilities to keep Karen safe, but he was nervous.
But somehow, he felt completely rested and ready for the day. He had asked Dawn to wake him at six, so that he could get to work early enough to ask the camp director if he would hire Dawn. He hadn't expected to wake so refreshed. Despite his worries, he was very happy to finally see Dawn again, and decided a little fun was in order.
He could feel her hair fall to one side of his pillow as she leaned closer to kiss him on his cheek. He suppressed the urge to turn and kiss her back with great difficulty, but could do nothing against his need to squirm. To mask it, he rolled away from her and began mumbling, as if he was still dreaming.
He suspected that Dawn was not fooled when she giggled. But she didn't call him out just yet. As deftly as a cat, she slid underneath his sheet and straddled his waist. He could feel her breasts pressing against his chest and her warm breath just millimeters from his lips.
"Master," she whispered. "Are you awake?"
George muttered something barely coherent about needing five more minutes.
"Hmm, my poor sleepy master. He needs to wake up so that he can have enough time to ravish me before work. Maybe if I do this..." Dawn kissed his lips softly. George suddenly realized that his plan of teasing Dawn had a fatal flaw. If he wanted to continue his game then he couldn't react to anything she did. He resisted temptation, but not without consciously forcing his lips to stay closed.
"No? Hmm. What if I go just a little lower..." She kissed his chin, then his neck, and around the contours of his collar bone.
"Strange, that did not work either. I suppose that I will have to be a bit more vigorous." With that, Dawn reached under his shirt and began to massage his chest. She started with long gentle strokes which drove George mad from the ticklish feeling it gave him. He couldn't resist squirming. Then, she started digging into his muscles with the precision of a professional masseuse. She pressed her fingertips up and down his torso. Meanwhile, she had scooted down to straddle his pelvis and his morning wood. As she massaged him with her wonderful hands, she rode up and down the length of his shaft through their clothing.
George was in blissful agony. His breathing became slightly heavier, and he had to practically lay on his hands to keep from wrapping her up in his arms and taking her properly. But he knew that she was in the process of taking him somewhere he had never been. He wasn't sure where he was going to end up, but any ride with Dawn was guaranteed to be a journey worth taking.
Dawn pushed his shirt up and planted soft kisses around his belly-button. He could feel her hair trace up the lines of his muscles as she moved upwards, savoring the taste of his skin all the way.
Then, without warning, Dawn lightly bit his left nipple. "Oww! Fuck..." he yelped without thinking.
Dawn chuckled as she sat higher on his stomach to look at him properly. "Oh, I am so sorry. Did I wake you, Master?"
George couldn't help but laugh as she faked her innocence in the cutest way possible. "OK, you got me. I'm up."
"Hmm," she mused, "You have to get up pretty early in the morning to trick me." She leaned in and kissed him passionately, their first of the day.
When both were satisfied, Dawn sat back up and gave George the first full view of her that morning. Though George thought she was as beautiful as ever, he couldn't help but notice that she must have wasted no time hurrying to his room upon waking herself. She was a child on Christmas morning, giddy with anticipation for what presents the new day would bring her. She wore a tight fitting solid yellow t-shirt, and a pair of very small panties to match. Her long golden brown hair hung free and a bit disheveled from the night. She never wore makeup, she didn't need any, and her eyes were as vibrant and full of life as they could be.
"Good morning, George," said Dawn through a sexy smile. She noticed how he looked at her, and was clearly pleased.
"Did you sleep well?" he replied,
She frowned, "No, not really."
"Why not? You were really pooped last night," he asked worried.
"Well, I am assuming this must be a product of my being a genie servant, but I am finding it difficult to be away from you for extended periods of time. Even though our doors are only ten feet from each other, it feels like it might as well be across the universe. I did not actually get any sleep until a few hours ago. Had it not been for your wish that I wake you up in time for work, then I would have been quite a wreck today."
"Wait? I made that wish?"
"Of course you did. I quote, 'Dawn, please wake me up tomorrow morning so that I'll have enough time to get to work early. I need to talk to Chip about getting you a job,'" she said in her best impersonation of George. It sounded so strange coming from Dawn, who added many inflections that he was sure he never used. "So you see, you wished that I do this for you, and so it is done."
George cocked his eyebrow at her, she cocked back. "But, I didn't wish for anything sexual."
"Well, you did not specify exactly how you wanted me to wake you, but I assumed it must have had something to do with sex. Otherwise, I would not be able to wake you up right now, and both of us will go back to bed as if I had overslept." She gave him a very naughty look and rolled next to him. She quickly slipped her panties off and flung them deftly over her shoulder, so that they landed around the bed post. "And besides..." she started as she climbed back on top of George so that she was facing away from him, her beautiful wet pussy aimed at his lips, "...we need time to eat breakfast."
She reached into his pants, pulled out his hard cock, and began to suck him in long, deep strokes. George was speechless. He could hardly believe what was happening. But without even thinking he began to lick and suck on her clit. She moaned over his cock.
George dived deeper and deeper into her pussy even as he began to lose himself to the emotions between them. He pushed into her using his middle finger, and licked everywhere else.
"
That's
it
Master
!
You own me, you own that pussy
," heard George. Or at least he thought he heard it. It almost sounded like it was coming from inside his head. She sucked faster, and twirled her tongue around his length. The warm-to-cold feeling on the entire length of his cock as she took him all the way in and all the way out again was causing him to buck his hips, as he tried to force more inside of her slurping mouth.
"Mmph, mmph, mmph," she moaned quickly.
"Yes!"
heard George from somewhere.
"I love this cock! I love every inch of it! Fuck me Master!"
George couldn't waste time trying to figure out how she was talking with his cock buried so far down her throat. He was too busy with her quivering loins. It was almost as if the the two of them were competing to see who could make the other come first.
But George had the upper hand, due to his wish that she feel the pleasure she give him. She came fast and hard around his finger, and she moaned loud and lustful around his cock. He didn't take much longer, and shot his load with her lips touching the base of his shaft.
They laid there for a minute as their ecstasy abated. Dawn pulled herself up reluctantly, and only slightly, as if she was loathe be apart from his member. She was breathing heavily around him, but even so George heard her.
"Oh George, please forgive my impulsiveness, but could you stay home from work today? Please? I do not wish to leave your bed."
"I wish I cou..." he stopped.
"
Yes
,
Master
?" heard George as she began tonguing the head of his cock again.
"Oh no! You're trying to trick me into wishing it true, when you know full well it's sexual enough."
She gave a muffled chuckle.
"Man. You're much more feisty in the morning."
George heard her voice in his head again,
"But you are awake now, correct?"
"OK, that is starting to creep me out. How are you doing that?"
"
Doing
what
?" she asked innocently.
"Don't get coy with me. How are you talking while your tongue is clearly occupied? And turn around so I don't have to speak into your asshole, would ya?"
Dawn had to take George's cock out of her mouth so that she could laugh without gagging.
"Aww. Are you sure you do not want to get more acquainted with it? You have not even touched it yet."
George had to spend a moment to think about that. He had never really given much thought to anal sex before, but the notion didn't disgust him. He smacked her left cheek playfully and said, "Maybe later."
"
Suit
yourself
," she said, quite nonchalantly. She rolled off, righted herself, and dived back on top of him, making George grunt as his wind was almost knocked away.
"Holy hell! Did you eat bricks for breakfast too?" he joked as he collected himself.
She gave him a wry look and batted his nose with her finger. She then gazed at him with her eyes that always seemed unreal and familiar at the same time.
"Right now, I am speaking directly to your mind. I did not want to wake your mother, but I love making a little noise. So I thought I would...what is the expression...have my pie and eat it too?"
"Wait, I thought you said you don't read my thoughts," asked George.
"I
am
not
," she said reassuringly,
"I am only projecting my words into the part of your mind that deals with language. Think of it like a..."
George felt the tingle in his mind as Dawn searched for an analogy he would understand,
"...like a phone call. I speak to you, but I can only send you my words. I must then wait for you to send me yours.
I can stop if you prefer."
"No, no," he replied quickly, "I don't mind at all, it's just strange to hear your voice but... not actually hear it. I mean, it almost feels like I'm the one thinking your words. Can I talk to you like that?"
"Of course! All you have to do is concentrate on what you want to say to me, and think it. I will do the rest."
"Ok. Let's see... crap, what do I say to you?
She giggled.
"Anything. We are just practicing."
"Yeah but, it's the first thing I'm going to say to anyone telepathically. It should be something worth saying, I would think."
George thought hard, but was surprised by what came to him first. He had been so hesitant to even think it before, but the words 'I love you' where now at the top of his list. He didn't say it. He wanted too, but something stopped him. There was something deep within him, something primal, almost instinctual, that wasn't ready to make that step. But George was so preoccupied by this thought that he couldn't think of anything else he wanted to say.
Dawn watched him curiously, but patiently.
Finally, he asked, "What do you want to hear me say?" It was a loaded question. He was hoping she would want to hear him say it, that might have taken some of the burden off of him.
Instead, she replied,
"How about, 'Good morning'? You haven't said that to me yet today."
George nodded. He was relieved and frustrated at the same time. He straightened himself as he said, "Good morning."
Dawn held in her laugh with much effort.
"Um, that might have worked, but I could not tell over your own voice. Try again, but try not to speak the words out loud."
"Oh, right. Duh."
He tried again. This time he thought as hard as he could in her direction,
"Good morning."
Dawn broke out into hysterical laughter that took at least a minute to subside. George didn't know what was so funny, but couldn't help but laugh anyway. Her laugh was that infections.
"
I
am
so
sorry
," she said, laughing.
"You...you..."
