Author's Notes: Sorry about the delay on this chapter. I wanted to make sure this chapter was good, so I took my time. At the same time, life is starting to get a bit busy. So, I may not be too consistent. But, I promise I won't leave any avid reader hanging for too long. Enjoy!
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My mind was lost in thought by the time I got back to my room. I barely even noticed when Catrina changed forms as soon as I put her book down on the bed. When I slouched down in my desk chair, I looked up to see her kneeling on the dirty sheets, naked as she was before.
"Are you alright?" she asked with a concerned tone in her voice.
"Yeah," I replied with a sigh. "Just wondering if I will stay true to myself with my wishing."
She smiled sweetly. "I am sure you will. I know you have a good heart."
"Thanks."
I glanced at my wall clock and read seven. An hour and a half until Jen came to study. Instead of using the time for more sex, though, I felt the need to be productive.
"Catrina. I wish the room was clean and tidy."
She nodded once and I watched the room instantly change. The once disheveled bed became neat with the sheets tucked in and pillow fluffed. The stains on the carpet vanished, leaving the floor with a fresh vacuumed look. The various things we knocked over during our fun found their proper place on the shelves, some of them even finding better places to look nicer.
Looking around, I nodded in approval. "Nice."
"You are welcome," she said. "Is there anything else I may do for you?"
"No, I'm good. I have a friend coming over later tonight and I was going to do some homework for beforehand." I paused and looked at her. "Do you sleep at all?"
"I rest myself when I am in the form of a book," she answered simply. "At the moment, though, I feel refreshed."
"Well, I guess I should change that," I said with a devilish smile. "I may not want to have sex right now, but that doesn't mean you can't enjoy yourself."
She returned my smile with one of her own. "Oh?"
"I wish you to spend the next hour masturbating to your heart's content. However, you will not be able to cum until I tell you to."
Her face was a mix of horror and excitement as she nodded her head once. Then, her hand snaked to her bare pussy and started rubbing her clit. Her pace started off slow, but picked up the more she got into it. Soon, her other hand moved to her breast and started to pulled at her nipple to add to her pleasure. It didn't take long before I could see her riding the edge of an orgasm. Yet, true to the wish, she didn't cum. Her magic would not allow her to until I said so.
Her voice was high pitched as she asked, "Enjoying yourself?"
"Quite," I replied simply. It was truly a sight to behold.
"Please," she whimpered.
I waited for a few more moments before I said, "Cum for me."
As soon as the words left my mouth, she came loudly. Her hips buckled as her fingers rubbed furiously at her clit. With each thrust, she rose more into the air, riding the pleasure all the way through. She lasted a minute before coming down, breathing heavily with sweat on her brow. Yet, despite just cumming wildly, her fingers continued to rub her pussy idly.
With a smile still on my face, I turned on my computer and started on some homework. For the next hour, it became a cycle for the both of us. She would bring herself to the edge and hang there for a few moments, either with her fingers deep inside her or rubbing against her clit. Then, I would let her cum after a few minutes, sending her into wild motions on the bed. Afterwards, she calmed down and idly played with herself until she started the whole process again. In the meantime, I focused on my work as best I could. I would get a few things done before I stopped to let her cum. Each time, I turned and watched her reach her peak before falling back to Earth. Then, I would turn back to my work and listen to her moans rise again. In the end, it was torture for both of us; me wanting to jump her and do her myself, and her for riding the roller coaster of pleasure.
By the time eight fifteen rolled around, she was exhausted and I was rock hard. With a sigh, I closed my computer and turned to Catrina.
"I wish for you to stop."
Her hand instantly fell to her side with a slight plop. Sweat covered her entire body with a large pool of fluids between her legs. Her nipples were red from the constant pulling and refused to relax.
"Enjoy yourself?" I asked.
She laid there, panting for a few minutes. Then, she turned her head and smiled at me. "Yes."
I got up and kissed her on her forehead. "Good. I was worried there for a second that it was too much."
"It was not. I promise."
A small frown formed on my lips. "I want you to tell me in the future if it is, though. Alright?"
"I will," she said, looking up at me.
Looking at the clock, I said to her, "She should be coming soon. I wish for the sheets to be clean again. Then, please turn into a book. If I need anything, I'll write it on your pages."
She nodded once, causing all the sweat and fluids to vanish from the bed. A second later, her human form was gone and a book lay in her place. I picked her up and opened her up to find she had already formed a sentence.
Will you be using any magic on your friend?
Picking up a pen, I wrote "I'm not sure. It has crossed my mind. But, she is a friend. I don't know how I feel about doing something to her."
I will tell you if you step over any line like you asked.
"I know." I stopped as a thought came to mind. One that I hadn't considered. "Is manipulating the body the same as the mind?"
Are you worried that making a wish to make her body do something is making one to affect her mind?
"Yes. Is it the same, though?"
Not exactly. A bodily reaction can be caused by a thought or another action all together. Even if I create the thought that causes the feeling, the feeling is caused by themselves. Think of it as a chain reaction.
"So, you don't feel it's wrong to cause someone' else's body to feel something?"
No. I do not feel any guilt over wishes over the body as I might for wishes over the mind.
Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. Putting Catrina to the side, I got up and opened the door to find Jen standing on the other side. With the exception of her hair, now a bit disheveled, and a bag hung from her shoulder, she looked like she did earlier. She wore the same outfit of jean shorts and a white shirt with a black over shirt. What caught my eye, though, was the smile on her face.
"Eight thirty sharp," she said through the smile.
I looked at the wall clock and saw it was literally eight thirty. I couldn't help but chuckle.
"Right on time," I replied, waving her in.
"Had to wait outside the door for a few minutes for that," she said as she came in. She then glanced around with a puzzled look. "I could have sworn I heard someone else in here."
