Author's Note:
Welcome, intrepid reader! For lucky Chapter 13, I am going to try something a bit different. The game played in this chapter is based on a real one; not only the game itself, but the match that is actually played. I have not been able to play the game myself with more than one person, and while that was a lot of fun, it doesn't quite take full advantage of what the game has to offer. So, I thought I'd try it vicariously through my characters
Check the footnote for more info about the game if you are interested.
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Jack woke first Saturday morning. He rolled over to spoon with Jennifer, who murmured contentedly and pressed her luscious butt into his crotch, awakening his cock. He wrapped his arm around her to cup her lower breast, and then lightly stroked her nipple. Her purring increased. Reaching around a little awkwardly with his other hand he gently moved her hair away from her long, graceful neck, and then nuzzled and kissed it softly. She smiled and opened her eyes. Turning her head, she kissed him. "Good Morning, Master."
"Good Morning." He returned his lips to hers. She rolled onto her back, and they kissed leisurely while he continued to play with her breasts, and she snaked a hand between their bodies to lightly fondle his balls and shaft.
When their lips parted many languorous moments later, Jennifer said, "That was a nice way to waken, Jack."
He grinned. "I'm glad you like it. It's good that you do, because I only have so many ways to wake
you
..." he raised his eyebrows, "or do I? You can use your powers without my direction when it's for me, like we talked about the other day, right?"
"Yes." She said, looking curiously up at him. She was also looking delectably beautiful, lying on the pillow with her dark red mane fanned out around her head, and he had to concentrate for a moment to bring his thoughts back to his question. "I know you said you can't give me any of your powers..."
"Correct. I cannot give you the power to grant wishes."
"Ok. But can you give me the ability to direct your powers without your conscious knowledge? When it's just between me and you, like you can do? What I'm looking for is a way to be able to wake you in just as interesting a fashion as you are able to wake me... among other things."
She looked interested, but doubtful. "I'd love to, Jack, but that is a bit too close to granting you my powers."
"Hmmm. Can
you
forget wishes I make?"
She shook her head. "Nope. That could cause all sorts of problems, even more than having you forget the wrong things."
"Okay, then, can you... block or hide wishes I make, like you only remember them subconsciously until they are done or something."
She narrowed her eyes at him, "Maybe..."
He thought for a moment, then said, "Because some sexual fantasies that I might have planned between us wouldn't be nearly as fun if you knew what I was planning ahead of time, I wish that, whenever I preface an acceptably sexual wish with the words 'Secret Wish, ' you will grant the wish unconsciously, and that you will not be aware of the wish being made or remember it on a conscious level until what I have wished for is complete. I will still be able to undo the wish, though, if necessary. Oh, and I should be able to make the wish while you sleep so that I might give my share of morning surprises." He looked at her expectantly. She squinted at him. He felt a serious tingle. Her eyes flashed.
"I think that should work." She grinned. "Try it."
"Ummm, Secret Wish: You will have a mild spontaneous orgasm."
She continued to look at him expectantly, and then her expression changed to one of surprise as her body shuddered. "Oh, my. I'd say that works quite well."
Jack grinned like a kid in a candy store. He then moved to lay atop her, most of his weight on knees and elbows, and started kissing her again. Ironically, both of them forgot about kinky sexual wishes for awhile after that... except for when two invisible mouths attacked Jennifer's breasts while Jack's was busy further down... and when they 'reappeared' to return the favor on Jack's balls a bit later... and...
By the time they finally finished playing and got cleaned up, it was almost lunchtime. They raided the kitchen for something to eat, and then Jack took a little time to check e-mail and his clients' sites before he and Jennifer got ready to head to Skip and Sharron's for the evening's get-together.
Knowing how things often went with those guys, Jack packed a small bag for an overnight stay. "You might want to 'pack' your stuff in there, too."
"Ok, what should I take?"
Jack shrugged. "Casual stuff; shorts, t-shirt, skimpy string bikini."
She raised an eyebrow at him. "Thong?"
He grinned. "Naw, I just want to make them jealous, not give them coronaries."
They finished packing the bag and headed out the door. The only thing Skip had said to bring was anything they wanted to drink other than beer, so Jack stopped at the liquor story to grab some alcohol, mixers, and a few regular sodas.
Once back on the road, Jack said. "Ok, Jennifer Holiday, time for me to learn all about Jennifer Holiday."
She swooned at him. "Ooo, just like a first date! My birthday is December first, my sign is Sagittarius, my favorite color is purple, I love long walks on the beach in the rain..."
"Very funny, Miss December. What degree did you decide on?"
"I have a double degree in Business and Public Relations from University of Washington at Seattle."
"Why there?" Jack interrupted.
"Because it is a very good school far away from here, that isn't as well known as many others."
"Goctha. How did you like Seattle?"
"Lovely, rainy, lots of coffee."
Very well, please continue."
"I supported myself through college by doing some modeling - legitimate modeling - and I still do a bit on the side. Nothing anyone here would have seen so far, of course, just local catalogs and stuff."
"Really? I'd like to see your portfolio." He replied, grinning.
Her eyes flashed and she smiled back. "Very well. It's on the bookshelf at the apartment for your perusal when we get back."
"It is, is it? Does that mean that there are also now lots of catalogs in the northwest with your photos in them?"
:No, not at the moment.That could cause some anonymity problems. The portfolio is made up of some unused but very, um, flattering photography. If we need some references later, you'll have to wish something up.
"Ok, got it. So, what are you doing now?"
"I just moved into the area, I am looking for a position, we met and fell in love." She fluttered her eyelashes at him.
"Secret wish: give your ribs a quick tickle."
She jumped and shrieked. "Hey!"
"You deserved that."
She stuck her tongue out at him, and then wrapped her arms around her ribs defensively, not that it would have done any good.
"So how shall we say we met?"
"That's part of both our stories, so I need your help on that one."
"Hmmm. How about... we were introduced by my aunt shortly before she passed away? We'll say she met you in some little antique store, and thought you would be a perfect match for her nephew, so she engineered an encounter. That's sort of true in a way, and it sounds like something she'd do." A sudden thought struck him. He narrowed his eyes at Jennifer speculatively. "Maybe it's something she
did
do?"
Jennifer's eyes widened. "Do you really think so?"
Jack shrugged. "Who knows, with the way she was? We may never know, although that might be a question we can investigate indirectly with mom at the beach, if we're careful."
They continued to discuss Jennifer's background for most of the forty five minute drive, but as they neared their destination, Jack turned to the topic of their hosts. "Skip works in shipping and receiving for a large industrial manufacturing firm. Sharron is an administrative assistant in one of the departments at one of the universities. I met them when we lived in the same apartment complex. They lived a couple doors down."
"Skip always reminds me of an upside-down pyramid with a head placed on 'top'. He has wide shoulders and chest which then narrow down through his stomach and legs to the point at his feet. Don't get me wrong; he's a pretty good looking guy, I guess, in a sort of manly-man sort of way; you know, buzz-cut, all that."
"What about Sharron?"
Jack frowned. "She has a great personality, a little on the wild side, but lots of fun. She's actually a bit of a mystery, body-wise. Her face is lovely, but in the casual clothes I usually see her wearing, her body appears fairly nondescript. Yet in some of the pictures they have displayed of trips like their honeymoon in the Bahamas, she looks to be fairly hot in her bikini top. I've been wondering just how she really looks unclothed, so I'm looking forward to the hot tub for that reason if nothing else."
Jennifer raised an eyebrow. "Am I to understand that you expect us to be nude in the hot tub?"
Jack grinned. "Well, although I was meaning that hopefully Sharron would be wearing a nice skimpy bikini herself, now that you mention it, it wouldn't surprise me. Both Skip and Sharron are fairly... rambunctious. With that little exhibitionist streak I have apparently wished into you, I assume that isn't a problem?"
She grinned. "Nope, not unless it is for you."
Jack grinned back, then said, "One possible barrier to that happening, though, might be Betsy and Robert. Skip mentioned that he invited them, too. I don't know them very well, as they moved in on the other side of Skip and Sharron shortly before I moved out. Betsy, if I remember, is a cute little blond. The description 'petite yet curvaceous' always came to mind. I also seem to remember Robert being fairly quiet and reserved, which is what could possibly put a damper on 'skinny tubbing '.
"One ironic thing I definitely remember is that, although Betsy seems to 'wear the pants' for the couple, Skip said that she likes to be spanked. You have to take many things Skip says with a grain of salt, but in this case both he and Sharron have mentioned hearing some interesting sounds coming through the wall that they couldn't identify as being anything else."
"Want me to find out?"
Jack grinned again. "Not yet. Let's see how things go this evening, first. Ah, I believe this is it." He pulled into the driveway of an attractive, fairly new-looking brick ranch-style house with a dark green shingled roof and matching shutters. "Let's knock and make sure before we unload the stuff."
Regardless of her earlier confirmation of her exhibitionist streak, Jennifer suddenly looked nervous again. Jack just grinned and got out. He was a little jittery himself, not from nervousness, but from anticipating his friends' reactions to his new look and especially his new girlfriend. He took her hand and they walked up to the door and rang the bell. A few seconds later Skip answered it, as broad and effusive as ever.
"Jack! You look great! What the hell have you been doing to..." he made the 'mistake' of glancing at Jennifer, and all thoughts of Jack were blown out of his head. "Whoa! Who's the super model?!"
Jack grinned and shook his head, thinking that some folks never change, while Jennifer smiled demurely. "Skip, please meet Jennifer Holiday, my girlfriend. Jennifer, this is Skip Parks, the guy I warned you to stay away from at all costs."
This comment flew by Skip completely, although one earlier word finally percolated through. "Girlfriend? A total babe like this actually went out with a guy like you? And more than once?"
"Thanks, ass-hole. You going to let us in or not?"
