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Sweet Dreams: Part 1
Sweet Dreams: Part 1
Two people find each other, and then find a new world neither of them
expected.
Based on a post by Cryonic. Listen to
the Podcast at Explicit
Novels.
Introduction:
This story is based on the world of "Genie Chronicles" by Joe Brolly.
There is another offshoot series call "Beautiful Wish" that also
explores that world. I know someone has recently reposted those stories here,
but I read them originally on another site. There are also some concepts from
other stores, such as an element from "Bait & Switch" that I
thought would fit well. This is the first major story of this type I have done
(I did do a relatively short but intense one for a friend a year ago, but it
got deleted. I may attempt to resurrect it if that person gives me permission
though)
To make my premise work, the story was forced to work this way, and the
characters needed to have significant development before any sex could happen.
It explores a lot of themes along the way, but it is longer.
So, if you are looking for a quickie, this is not likely to be the story for
you. If you like reading for the characters and can accept a deeper story, then
this is likely more up your alley. And further installments will reward you for
sticking with it.
I am a rather busy person, so I am not going to give you a timeline when parts
will be done. I will certainly do my best, and I am open to themes and
suggestions. However, I will NOT be getting the main characters pregnant any
time soon, nor will I be including anyone underage. A pregnancy theme is
possible, but please don't ask for it with the main characters. It just wouldn't
work. - Cryonic
Awkwardness and Fear.
Brandon trudged into the classroom and slid into his seat.
He pulled out his pen and notebook, and just sat there waiting for class to
begin. Brandon had the not so great distinction of being slightly above
average, and that was about it. He was just one of the people that make up
"everybody else", one of the crowd. He had a few acquaintances, but
didn't really feel the need for any close friends. He was somewhat athletic,
but not quite good enough to make the varsity teams. And while he was
intelligent, and knew the answers to the questions the teachers often asked, he
wasn't the type to raise their hands to prove it. In fact, the above description
of him is likely the most work anyone had ever done to explain who he was. He
was just one of the many.
Class continued as usual, notes being taken, the teacher droning on. As with
most students, he decided to let his mind wander. And as his gaze lazily
surveyed the room, it chanced upon Jeanette, seated just to his left. Jeanette
was beautiful, but not many looked at her much beyond that observation. She was
the “untouchable” one. She seemed to live her life in a bubble. When she did
talk or laugh with people, it was warmly accepted, but she always seems to be
the one who was "mature", and didn't get caught up in the usual high
school games or popularity contests. She acted more like a graduate student
than a high school student. When she did talk, it was intelligent, incisive,
and even witty. And with her looks, she could have been homecoming queen and
valedictorian at the same time.
Those looks are what riveted Brandon at the moment. Her flowing auburn hair
seemed to glow, giving the area around her a warm homey feel that seemed to
make the fluorescent lights seem that much more weak and ugly. And her
beautiful eyes, full of intelligence and wisdom, and with the power to make you
think she knew your entire mind with one glance. She was taller than most
girls, and built with grace, every part of her body proportionate and elegant.
Her slightly upturned nose gave her face a cute quality, but the rest of her
figure was pure woman, from her c cup tits to her hips and classic hourglass
figure, although in her case, the slightly narrower athletic version you would
see in a swimmer. But it was her eyes that always caught Brandon's attention.
He was quick to make the look at her a short one. She was out of his league,
like comparing a tee ball player to an all-star pro. He was good at not being
noticed, it was a skill he had perfected over the years, and that was certainly
an embarrassment he was not going to chance. So he went back to trying to force
himself to listen to the teacher.
The distinct clinking noise of a mechanical pencil hitting the ground made him
look down. Her pencil had evidently rolled off her desk, and rolled right under
his. Being a gentleman, he quickly picked it up, and half smiled as he handed
it to her. And then the unthinkable happened. His eyes caught hers, and he
couldn't look away. He was stuck, transfixed by her. He saw her gaze change
from the embarrassed smile, to a look of confusion, then shock, then a smirk.
The smirk is what broke the spell. His face flushed deep crimson, and he tried
to sink as low in his seat as he could. He covered the side of his face with
his hand, wishing he could hide, wishing he could escape. He lived his life
enjoying his anonymity, but now the one person he wished would notice him did,
but for all the wrong reasons.
The rest of class was torture, and the bell rang. Unfortunately, this bell
would not save him. The next class had another teacher who liked to have
assigned seats to help her learn the student's names in the beginning of the
year, and liked keeping the troublemakers apart. And so he was going to sit
beside her again, like he did for about a third of his classes. His own
personal hell would continue in perpetuity, and he would never escape.
He waited as long as he could, and slid into his seat next to her just as the
bell rang, and he leaned on his left hand to again hide as much as he could. He
continued through the day, avoiding her as much as he could. He was watching
the clock the last period, just wanting to go home and end today, and only a
minute remained. As he lowered his hand to grab his books, a hand caught his
forearm. Fear and terror coursed through him, but she had him in a firm grip,
and he knew he was not getting away. He slowly turned to look at her, and again
was caught by her eyes. They were hard and firm, just like her grip, and the
adrenaline flowed through every fiber of his being, stopping time and making
the horror stretch into eternity.
Her eyes softened then, apparently realizing the extent of his fear, and sympathy
radiated from her.
She sighed, "I am so very sorry. And I think I owe you an explanation. Can
we go somewhere to talk, please? I feel terrible about what happened today.
Please, can we talk?"
He was stocked, stunned. What on earth did she have to be sorry for? He was the
one staring at her, daring to look up at her on the pedestal. Why she would
deign to explain anything to him was beyond him, but he knew he had no choice.
He nodded his assent, and she almost reluctantly released his arm.
"Grab your things and meet me in the parking lot. I'll give you a ride
home. I'm in space 211."
As if he didn't know what space her car was in, but that was beside the point.
He nodded, but his entire demeanor spoke of his defeated attitude. His
shoulders hunched, his head down, he still felt like the dead man walking. Just
as he thought he was going to escape, he was now going to have to explain
himself to her in person, and have her explain why she was not interested in a
lowly guy like him.
He grabbed his things and headed out to the lot. He didn't want to appear
rushed, but he also just wanted to get this over with. She was waiting, leaning
on the top of her car, and smiled at him as he walked up. It was a warm smile.
He thought of it as motherly in that moment, the smile of a queen who has found
a peasant that she likes for some reason, but he still felt very much the
peasant.
He put his bag in the back seat and sat down, staring at the airbag etching.
She got in, started the car, turned off the blasting radio, and they drove in
silence for a few minutes. He hated to be the one to speak first, but he felt
he had no choice. "I'm off Palmer, on one of the side streets, if you are
going to drop me off."
"Not quite yet, but don't worry, I know exactly where you live." Oh
great, she knows. Not that she wouldn't have found out, but he didn't relish
the idea that she knew where to find him already.
"We are going to my house first. I think that it will help far better than
I can explain for you to see some things firsthand. However, before we get
there, I would like you to understand a few things, ok?"
Of course, he nodded his head. As if he had a choice.
"First of all...", she said as she pulled up to a red light,
"please look at me."
He turned and their eyes met.
"I really am sorry about today. I never meant to cause you such grief, but
I got self-involved, and I didn't really notice as soon as I should have what I
was doing to you. I had a lot to think about, and unfortunately, it meant I
ended up making today almost as hard on you as it was on me."
She had no idea just how hard today was obviously. Then again, the perfect
never seem to understand how hard the little people have it. She continued,
eyes back on the road, but he still felt he was supposed to keep his eyes on
her.
"I want you to understand that I am honored that you look at me like that.
And frankly, there are very few people who I really feel like I have anything
in common with in the world. However, I have always respected you, and felt you
were honorable."
As far as compliments from girls go, "respected" is one of the worst
you can get. And “honorable” was a close second, almost a synonym for “chaste.”
Welcome to being sort of friends, the one that she tell about her awful
boyfriends as you act as her support, while you suffer silently. What a
blessing...
"In fact, I've been wanting to get to know you better for years, but for
some reason I could never get the courage or find a way to start a
conversation."
He had glanced away as soon as she had said respected, but his head whipped
around at that. His eyes were wide in shock, and his jaw almost literally fell
open. They sat next to each other every day, how could she not find a way to
talk to him?
"I'm different from most people, I know that. It is both a blessing and
curse. And you will hopefully understand more clearly very soon. You are going
to be the first guy I bring home, so I need to tell you a few things to warn
you."
Oh goody, a daddy with a rifle collection and a mom who skins animals, he could
just imagine the possibilities.
"My mom and dad are madly in love with each other, and they will
absolutely be thrilled to meet you. They will be beaming, I am sure. They will
be as nice as you can expect, but I imagine it can be jarring to people who
don't know them. And..", she turned to glance at him, "I would like
you to eat dinner with us tonight. I know this is all very sudden, but I have
my reasons. And I want you to feel comfortable with us, so, please, take this
to heart: I really do like you."
This was just a little weird, but then again, maybe he did want a friend. He
was so used to gliding through life, that maybe he did want a change of pace.
He appreciated that she was trying to be so nice, and he had to give her due
credit for that. He decided to take the plunge.
"Let me call my mom, and let her know I won't be home until later",
he replied, pulling out his cell.
Attempts at Understanding.
They pulled into a very nice house shortly after, and Brandon braced himself
for "the meeting of the parents.” It would have been hard enough if she
was his girlfriend, but she wasn't even that, which meant he wasn't sure if any
of them were on his side.
He walked around the car, and turned to walk up to the door. Jeannette grabbed
his hand and squeezed it, "Thank you so much for doing this. Everything
will be fine, I promise." Then she led him up and through the front door,
her soft hand never releasing her hold on him.
Jeannette announced her arrival, and her parents entered through a side door,
holding hands as well. When they realized he was with her, they indeed smiled
so large he was worried they might hurt themselves. Jeannette's mother hugged
the arm of her father and squeezed it tightly. She looked up at him and said a
simple word filled with tons of emotion, "Finally."
Her dad walked forward, proffered his hand and introduced himself. "It's a
pleasure to meet you, I'm Jack, and this is my wife Jen. Welcome to our
home."
Brandon took the hand, and felt the man's tight but friendly grip. He didn't
seem to be much past his thirties, and his wife was gorgeous, and also appeared
young. He saw where Jeannette's looks came from - her parents where the perfect
specimens of all that is attractive. But besides their model looks, they had a
down-home, cozy feel about them. He oddly didn't feel judged by them, just
accepted. It was the weirdest feeling. Even the piercing gaze of Jen's eyes as
she seemed to know every fiber of who he was didn't seem to really bother him.
Jen looked up at her husband, and it seemed like they had an entire discussion
in that glance, and Jack's smile somehow got bigger.
Brandon then realized he had forgotten to speak, and croaked out,
"Pleasure to meet you sir, Brandon Taylor.", and he blushed red at
his perceived rudeness and inability to exude any confidence whatsoever.
"Brandon, again, welcome to our home. We would love to talk with you a
little more, but we have a few more items of work to finish up first. Is there
any way you would be willing to join us for dinner?"
"Daddy, I already asked, and he will stay. Will you excuse us, I think we
should do some studying as well."
She led him, still holding his hand, up to her beautifully designed room. It
was elegant and tasteful, and only served to enhance his feeling of how amazing
she was, and how out of his depth he was to be with her.
"Now, can I explain a little of what happened today?" she asked,
sitting him next to her on her bed. She folded her legs Indian-style and turned
towards him, and seemed to settle in for an in-depth conversation.
"So, now you've met my parents. And like I said, they are madly in love
with one another. And that is both my blessing and my curse. In my house, I
have a view everyday of how perfect two people can be for one another, how
lovely life can be, and basically, a vision of what I want my relationships to
be like."
"However, that is also a curse. I've known for years that I may never find
someone to compare to that. Someone who is intelligent, caring, and mature enough
to know what love truly is. I don't think of love just as a feeling, that is
just affection. Love is a choice, and a hard one to make. It takes commitment,
and hard work, although it just seems to come naturally to my parents. No one I
have ever met has even come close to getting to the base standards I have
trained myself to thrust upon them. It's not even close to fair to any guy I
would end up being with, but it's a reality I can't deny. I would need a
partner, a match, someone who is able to push me and also be able to complement
me. And no one has seemed to come close. This was all subliminal though, I
didn't even I was even subconsciously doing it until today."
"And then you looked at me. And when I looked into your eyes, I saw
something I never expected to see. For a brilliant moment, I saw pure
adoration, but also a hint of strength. I have sat next to you on and off for
years - I know how smart you are, and I know you don't feel the need to prove
it to anyone. You are self-reliant, focused, and have a will to excel. I've
always appreciated that, but always from afar."
"Your look struck a chord in me though. At first, it confused me. I never
expected to see that look from you, or any person at this point really.
Everyone seems to leave me alone. Then it stunned me, as I realized the
enormity of what you felt, and the person who was feeling it. I tried to smile,
to let you know that I wasn't offended, but I think that may have made it
worse."
"The rest of the day I spent realizing everything I've told you, and
coming to grips with who I am. I had not realized any of this, it was just the
way I was. I needed to do some introspection, and decide what was going on, and
how I should be deal with it."
Brandon had no idea how to react. It was overwhelming to begin with, but he was
still unsure why she was telling him all this, opening up her soul to him. He
appreciated the compliments that were hidden throughout her words, but he still
was not completely grasping where this was all headed. Thankfully, she seemed
to understand that while he was listening closely, and seemed to comprehend
what she was saying, he was still somewhat in the dark.
"Brandon," she smiled as she took his hand, "maybe I should make
myself a little more clear."
She leaned forward, and her lips met his. The world exploded in his mind, every
fiber of his being focused on their lips, the softness he felt there. He dared
to take the next step, and put his hands on her shoulders, and then slid them
around her back and pulled her towards him. She wrapped her arms around him,
and he surrendered completely to the moment. In that instant, he felt fully
connected with her, almost as if they were one, as if she was in his mind. Wait
a second, she actually felt like she was inside his mind! This didn't seem
normal, this seemed very, very odd. It was intense, and while he welcomed it,
he had to make a decision. He decided that this was his one chance, and he
surrendered completely. He felt their minds almost become one, and then the
door slammed open, and Jeannette's parents flew into the room, a look of fear
on their faces.
Unexpected Revelations.
Brandon and Jeannette pulled away from each other, still stunned by the
interruption. Her hand reached down and grabbed his though, and he felt both
her reassurance, and her need to be reassured herself. They needed each other
in that moment, as neither of them had any idea what was about to happen.
Jen spoke first, "Honey, we need to talk. Something unexpected has just
happened, and it means we need to have a conversation we were hoping to wait
until much later to have. And as it would appear the both of you are involved,
so you both need to be a part of this. Can we go down to the living room to
talk?"
Jeannette and Brandon looked at each other. Not that either of them had much
choice, but they needed to gauge each other. They looked back at her parents,
still holding hands, and followed them down the stairs, where they sat on the
couch.
Jen again took the lead, as she and her husband sat in the love seat,
"Dear, I need to ask you a few rather strange questions to be sure I fully
know what is going on. First of all, is this the first kiss for either of
you?"
They both nodded. Brandon thought maybe what had happened was more normal than
he originally thought, and this was the next step in the birds and bees
conversation. Then again, it seemed that most kids kissed without being
interrogated, so that couldn't be it.
"Then that makes it a little harder to determine, so I have to ask you to try
something else. Brandon, can you please think a word at Jeannette, focusing
just on her?"
He picked the word "problematic", as it was at least random, and
seemed fitting. Jeannette turned and stared at him, and repeated what he had
just thought.
"I assume that was correct Brandon, based on your expression. Now, one
more thing, I want you to ask her to make a wish come true for you, but it has
to be, how to best say it, sexual in nature. No need to be explicit, just think
of something slightly sexual, and ask her to grant it for you."
He tried to pick something innocent, so he told her he wished for a button on
her shirt to come undone. She smirked at him, but after a few seconds of
nothing happening, Jen sighed.
"Ok, good then at least we know where to begin, and what you are likely
capable of. Jeannette, I think you should know about how your father and I met.
It is not the usual way two people meet, by any stretch. You see, I am actually
a genie, a sexual one. Your father
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By Dawkins BlogSweet Dreams: Part 1
Two people find each other, and then find a new world neither of them
expected.
Based on a post by Cryonic. Listen to
the Podcast at Explicit
Novels.
Introduction:
This story is based on the world of "Genie Chronicles" by Joe Brolly.
There is another offshoot series call "Beautiful Wish" that also
explores that world. I know someone has recently reposted those stories here,
but I read them originally on another site. There are also some concepts from
other stores, such as an element from "Bait & Switch" that I
thought would fit well. This is the first major story of this type I have done
(I did do a relatively short but intense one for a friend a year ago, but it
got deleted. I may attempt to resurrect it if that person gives me permission
though)
To make my premise work, the story was forced to work this way, and the
characters needed to have significant development before any sex could happen.
It explores a lot of themes along the way, but it is longer.
So, if you are looking for a quickie, this is not likely to be the story for
you. If you like reading for the characters and can accept a deeper story, then
this is likely more up your alley. And further installments will reward you for
sticking with it.
I am a rather busy person, so I am not going to give you a timeline when parts
will be done. I will certainly do my best, and I am open to themes and
suggestions. However, I will NOT be getting the main characters pregnant any
time soon, nor will I be including anyone underage. A pregnancy theme is
possible, but please don't ask for it with the main characters. It just wouldn't
work. - Cryonic
Awkwardness and Fear.
Brandon trudged into the classroom and slid into his seat.
He pulled out his pen and notebook, and just sat there waiting for class to
begin. Brandon had the not so great distinction of being slightly above
average, and that was about it. He was just one of the people that make up
"everybody else", one of the crowd. He had a few acquaintances, but
didn't really feel the need for any close friends. He was somewhat athletic,
but not quite good enough to make the varsity teams. And while he was
intelligent, and knew the answers to the questions the teachers often asked, he
wasn't the type to raise their hands to prove it. In fact, the above description
of him is likely the most work anyone had ever done to explain who he was. He
was just one of the many.
Class continued as usual, notes being taken, the teacher droning on. As with
most students, he decided to let his mind wander. And as his gaze lazily
surveyed the room, it chanced upon Jeanette, seated just to his left. Jeanette
was beautiful, but not many looked at her much beyond that observation. She was
the “untouchable” one. She seemed to live her life in a bubble. When she did
talk or laugh with people, it was warmly accepted, but she always seems to be
the one who was "mature", and didn't get caught up in the usual high
school games or popularity contests. She acted more like a graduate student
than a high school student. When she did talk, it was intelligent, incisive,
and even witty. And with her looks, she could have been homecoming queen and
valedictorian at the same time.
Those looks are what riveted Brandon at the moment. Her flowing auburn hair
seemed to glow, giving the area around her a warm homey feel that seemed to
make the fluorescent lights seem that much more weak and ugly. And her
beautiful eyes, full of intelligence and wisdom, and with the power to make you
think she knew your entire mind with one glance. She was taller than most
girls, and built with grace, every part of her body proportionate and elegant.
Her slightly upturned nose gave her face a cute quality, but the rest of her
figure was pure woman, from her c cup tits to her hips and classic hourglass
figure, although in her case, the slightly narrower athletic version you would
see in a swimmer. But it was her eyes that always caught Brandon's attention.
He was quick to make the look at her a short one. She was out of his league,
like comparing a tee ball player to an all-star pro. He was good at not being
noticed, it was a skill he had perfected over the years, and that was certainly
an embarrassment he was not going to chance. So he went back to trying to force
himself to listen to the teacher.
The distinct clinking noise of a mechanical pencil hitting the ground made him
look down. Her pencil had evidently rolled off her desk, and rolled right under
his. Being a gentleman, he quickly picked it up, and half smiled as he handed
it to her. And then the unthinkable happened. His eyes caught hers, and he
couldn't look away. He was stuck, transfixed by her. He saw her gaze change
from the embarrassed smile, to a look of confusion, then shock, then a smirk.
The smirk is what broke the spell. His face flushed deep crimson, and he tried
to sink as low in his seat as he could. He covered the side of his face with
his hand, wishing he could hide, wishing he could escape. He lived his life
enjoying his anonymity, but now the one person he wished would notice him did,
but for all the wrong reasons.
The rest of class was torture, and the bell rang. Unfortunately, this bell
would not save him. The next class had another teacher who liked to have
assigned seats to help her learn the student's names in the beginning of the
year, and liked keeping the troublemakers apart. And so he was going to sit
beside her again, like he did for about a third of his classes. His own
personal hell would continue in perpetuity, and he would never escape.
He waited as long as he could, and slid into his seat next to her just as the
bell rang, and he leaned on his left hand to again hide as much as he could. He
continued through the day, avoiding her as much as he could. He was watching
the clock the last period, just wanting to go home and end today, and only a
minute remained. As he lowered his hand to grab his books, a hand caught his
forearm. Fear and terror coursed through him, but she had him in a firm grip,
and he knew he was not getting away. He slowly turned to look at her, and again
was caught by her eyes. They were hard and firm, just like her grip, and the
adrenaline flowed through every fiber of his being, stopping time and making
the horror stretch into eternity.
Her eyes softened then, apparently realizing the extent of his fear, and sympathy
radiated from her.
She sighed, "I am so very sorry. And I think I owe you an explanation. Can
we go somewhere to talk, please? I feel terrible about what happened today.
Please, can we talk?"
He was stocked, stunned. What on earth did she have to be sorry for? He was the
one staring at her, daring to look up at her on the pedestal. Why she would
deign to explain anything to him was beyond him, but he knew he had no choice.
He nodded his assent, and she almost reluctantly released his arm.
"Grab your things and meet me in the parking lot. I'll give you a ride
home. I'm in space 211."
As if he didn't know what space her car was in, but that was beside the point.
He nodded, but his entire demeanor spoke of his defeated attitude. His
shoulders hunched, his head down, he still felt like the dead man walking. Just
as he thought he was going to escape, he was now going to have to explain
himself to her in person, and have her explain why she was not interested in a
lowly guy like him.
He grabbed his things and headed out to the lot. He didn't want to appear
rushed, but he also just wanted to get this over with. She was waiting, leaning
on the top of her car, and smiled at him as he walked up. It was a warm smile.
He thought of it as motherly in that moment, the smile of a queen who has found
a peasant that she likes for some reason, but he still felt very much the
peasant.
He put his bag in the back seat and sat down, staring at the airbag etching.
She got in, started the car, turned off the blasting radio, and they drove in
silence for a few minutes. He hated to be the one to speak first, but he felt
he had no choice. "I'm off Palmer, on one of the side streets, if you are
going to drop me off."
"Not quite yet, but don't worry, I know exactly where you live." Oh
great, she knows. Not that she wouldn't have found out, but he didn't relish
the idea that she knew where to find him already.
"We are going to my house first. I think that it will help far better than
I can explain for you to see some things firsthand. However, before we get
there, I would like you to understand a few things, ok?"
Of course, he nodded his head. As if he had a choice.
"First of all...", she said as she pulled up to a red light,
"please look at me."
He turned and their eyes met.
"I really am sorry about today. I never meant to cause you such grief, but
I got self-involved, and I didn't really notice as soon as I should have what I
was doing to you. I had a lot to think about, and unfortunately, it meant I
ended up making today almost as hard on you as it was on me."
She had no idea just how hard today was obviously. Then again, the perfect
never seem to understand how hard the little people have it. She continued,
eyes back on the road, but he still felt he was supposed to keep his eyes on
her.
"I want you to understand that I am honored that you look at me like that.
And frankly, there are very few people who I really feel like I have anything
in common with in the world. However, I have always respected you, and felt you
were honorable."
As far as compliments from girls go, "respected" is one of the worst
you can get. And “honorable” was a close second, almost a synonym for “chaste.”
Welcome to being sort of friends, the one that she tell about her awful
boyfriends as you act as her support, while you suffer silently. What a
blessing...
"In fact, I've been wanting to get to know you better for years, but for
some reason I could never get the courage or find a way to start a
conversation."
He had glanced away as soon as she had said respected, but his head whipped
around at that. His eyes were wide in shock, and his jaw almost literally fell
open. They sat next to each other every day, how could she not find a way to
talk to him?
"I'm different from most people, I know that. It is both a blessing and
curse. And you will hopefully understand more clearly very soon. You are going
to be the first guy I bring home, so I need to tell you a few things to warn
you."
Oh goody, a daddy with a rifle collection and a mom who skins animals, he could
just imagine the possibilities.
"My mom and dad are madly in love with each other, and they will
absolutely be thrilled to meet you. They will be beaming, I am sure. They will
be as nice as you can expect, but I imagine it can be jarring to people who
don't know them. And..", she turned to glance at him, "I would like
you to eat dinner with us tonight. I know this is all very sudden, but I have
my reasons. And I want you to feel comfortable with us, so, please, take this
to heart: I really do like you."
This was just a little weird, but then again, maybe he did want a friend. He
was so used to gliding through life, that maybe he did want a change of pace.
He appreciated that she was trying to be so nice, and he had to give her due
credit for that. He decided to take the plunge.
"Let me call my mom, and let her know I won't be home until later",
he replied, pulling out his cell.
Attempts at Understanding.
They pulled into a very nice house shortly after, and Brandon braced himself
for "the meeting of the parents.” It would have been hard enough if she
was his girlfriend, but she wasn't even that, which meant he wasn't sure if any
of them were on his side.
He walked around the car, and turned to walk up to the door. Jeannette grabbed
his hand and squeezed it, "Thank you so much for doing this. Everything
will be fine, I promise." Then she led him up and through the front door,
her soft hand never releasing her hold on him.
Jeannette announced her arrival, and her parents entered through a side door,
holding hands as well. When they realized he was with her, they indeed smiled
so large he was worried they might hurt themselves. Jeannette's mother hugged
the arm of her father and squeezed it tightly. She looked up at him and said a
simple word filled with tons of emotion, "Finally."
Her dad walked forward, proffered his hand and introduced himself. "It's a
pleasure to meet you, I'm Jack, and this is my wife Jen. Welcome to our
home."
Brandon took the hand, and felt the man's tight but friendly grip. He didn't
seem to be much past his thirties, and his wife was gorgeous, and also appeared
young. He saw where Jeannette's looks came from - her parents where the perfect
specimens of all that is attractive. But besides their model looks, they had a
down-home, cozy feel about them. He oddly didn't feel judged by them, just
accepted. It was the weirdest feeling. Even the piercing gaze of Jen's eyes as
she seemed to know every fiber of who he was didn't seem to really bother him.
Jen looked up at her husband, and it seemed like they had an entire discussion
in that glance, and Jack's smile somehow got bigger.
Brandon then realized he had forgotten to speak, and croaked out,
"Pleasure to meet you sir, Brandon Taylor.", and he blushed red at
his perceived rudeness and inability to exude any confidence whatsoever.
"Brandon, again, welcome to our home. We would love to talk with you a
little more, but we have a few more items of work to finish up first. Is there
any way you would be willing to join us for dinner?"
"Daddy, I already asked, and he will stay. Will you excuse us, I think we
should do some studying as well."
She led him, still holding his hand, up to her beautifully designed room. It
was elegant and tasteful, and only served to enhance his feeling of how amazing
she was, and how out of his depth he was to be with her.
"Now, can I explain a little of what happened today?" she asked,
sitting him next to her on her bed. She folded her legs Indian-style and turned
towards him, and seemed to settle in for an in-depth conversation.
"So, now you've met my parents. And like I said, they are madly in love
with one another. And that is both my blessing and my curse. In my house, I
have a view everyday of how perfect two people can be for one another, how
lovely life can be, and basically, a vision of what I want my relationships to
be like."
"However, that is also a curse. I've known for years that I may never find
someone to compare to that. Someone who is intelligent, caring, and mature enough
to know what love truly is. I don't think of love just as a feeling, that is
just affection. Love is a choice, and a hard one to make. It takes commitment,
and hard work, although it just seems to come naturally to my parents. No one I
have ever met has even come close to getting to the base standards I have
trained myself to thrust upon them. It's not even close to fair to any guy I
would end up being with, but it's a reality I can't deny. I would need a
partner, a match, someone who is able to push me and also be able to complement
me. And no one has seemed to come close. This was all subliminal though, I
didn't even I was even subconsciously doing it until today."
"And then you looked at me. And when I looked into your eyes, I saw
something I never expected to see. For a brilliant moment, I saw pure
adoration, but also a hint of strength. I have sat next to you on and off for
years - I know how smart you are, and I know you don't feel the need to prove
it to anyone. You are self-reliant, focused, and have a will to excel. I've
always appreciated that, but always from afar."
"Your look struck a chord in me though. At first, it confused me. I never
expected to see that look from you, or any person at this point really.
Everyone seems to leave me alone. Then it stunned me, as I realized the
enormity of what you felt, and the person who was feeling it. I tried to smile,
to let you know that I wasn't offended, but I think that may have made it
worse."
"The rest of the day I spent realizing everything I've told you, and
coming to grips with who I am. I had not realized any of this, it was just the
way I was. I needed to do some introspection, and decide what was going on, and
how I should be deal with it."
Brandon had no idea how to react. It was overwhelming to begin with, but he was
still unsure why she was telling him all this, opening up her soul to him. He
appreciated the compliments that were hidden throughout her words, but he still
was not completely grasping where this was all headed. Thankfully, she seemed
to understand that while he was listening closely, and seemed to comprehend
what she was saying, he was still somewhat in the dark.
"Brandon," she smiled as she took his hand, "maybe I should make
myself a little more clear."
She leaned forward, and her lips met his. The world exploded in his mind, every
fiber of his being focused on their lips, the softness he felt there. He dared
to take the next step, and put his hands on her shoulders, and then slid them
around her back and pulled her towards him. She wrapped her arms around him,
and he surrendered completely to the moment. In that instant, he felt fully
connected with her, almost as if they were one, as if she was in his mind. Wait
a second, she actually felt like she was inside his mind! This didn't seem
normal, this seemed very, very odd. It was intense, and while he welcomed it,
he had to make a decision. He decided that this was his one chance, and he
surrendered completely. He felt their minds almost become one, and then the
door slammed open, and Jeannette's parents flew into the room, a look of fear
on their faces.
Unexpected Revelations.
Brandon and Jeannette pulled away from each other, still stunned by the
interruption. Her hand reached down and grabbed his though, and he felt both
her reassurance, and her need to be reassured herself. They needed each other
in that moment, as neither of them had any idea what was about to happen.
Jen spoke first, "Honey, we need to talk. Something unexpected has just
happened, and it means we need to have a conversation we were hoping to wait
until much later to have. And as it would appear the both of you are involved,
so you both need to be a part of this. Can we go down to the living room to
talk?"
Jeannette and Brandon looked at each other. Not that either of them had much
choice, but they needed to gauge each other. They looked back at her parents,
still holding hands, and followed them down the stairs, where they sat on the
couch.
Jen again took the lead, as she and her husband sat in the love seat,
"Dear, I need to ask you a few rather strange questions to be sure I fully
know what is going on. First of all, is this the first kiss for either of
you?"
They both nodded. Brandon thought maybe what had happened was more normal than
he originally thought, and this was the next step in the birds and bees
conversation. Then again, it seemed that most kids kissed without being
interrogated, so that couldn't be it.
"Then that makes it a little harder to determine, so I have to ask you to try
something else. Brandon, can you please think a word at Jeannette, focusing
just on her?"
He picked the word "problematic", as it was at least random, and
seemed fitting. Jeannette turned and stared at him, and repeated what he had
just thought.
"I assume that was correct Brandon, based on your expression. Now, one
more thing, I want you to ask her to make a wish come true for you, but it has
to be, how to best say it, sexual in nature. No need to be explicit, just think
of something slightly sexual, and ask her to grant it for you."
He tried to pick something innocent, so he told her he wished for a button on
her shirt to come undone. She smirked at him, but after a few seconds of
nothing happening, Jen sighed.
"Ok, good then at least we know where to begin, and what you are likely
capable of. Jeannette, I think you should know about how your father and I met.
It is not the usual way two people meet, by any stretch. You see, I am actually
a genie, a sexual one. Your father