A Good Host

“Happy Birthday!” my parent’s shouted. I flashed a weak smile and blew out my candles. I had just turned 17, and was entering my last year of high school tomorrow, thanks to my late September birthday.

“Do you want to open your presents now?” asked my mother, a huge smile on her face. Birthday’s had always been big for her, but ever since my sister’s sweet sixteen party when she had a mini gang bang in the basement, it just never felt the same, I’m sure.

“Sure”, I said, trying to sound excited. Truth is, I wasn’t. My crappy summer was over and I was about to start an even crappier school semester tomorrow.

“Alright, here you go Andrew!” my mom said, handing me a large, well decorated box. I ripped the bright green bow off, and started on the shiny paper. I opened the box, and saw hundreds of small, foam pieces. My mom giggled.

“Finding it is half the battle!” I looked at her and gave another half-hearted smile. At least one of us was happy. I dug through the foam and found something hard. I pulled it out and revealed a new X-Box game. “Whoa cool mom, thanks.” I said, turning the game over and browsing over the pictures on the back.

“There is more!” she said excitedly, hugging my dad who was smiling at her. I turned my attention back to the box, and dug a little deeper, and felt a large, thin, something. I pulled it out and staring me in the eyes were two very large, very firm breasts encased in a lacy, black bra.

“Since your almost a man now, we thought we would treat you like one this year!” my mother explained. I could barely hear her, as I was more focused on hiding my growing hard-on as I gazed at the sexy curves on the hot model on the Maxim magazine.

“Thanks guys…” I began, before my dad could interrupt me. “Hold on, son. You haven’t got my present yet. Sorry I didn’t have time to wrap it.” He said, handing me a dusty, dull oil lamp. It had strange markings on it, and had a warm feel to it. “I found it on my last dig,” my dad continued, “A rough estimate said it was worth little value, but I thought you’d still think it was cool.”
“Yeah, thanks a lot dad.” I had a lot of junk that my dad had found on his archaeological digs that weren’t worth much. Hell, I could almost open my own museum. But hey, what was one more piece of crap?

“Well, you better hit the hay, young man. You have a big day ahead of you tomorrow! Ahhh… it seems like just yesterday you were taking your first steps…and now you’re a senior! I’m so proud of you!” my mom said, a tear in her eye, as she hugged me. This was my mom, just like the ones from TV. Always happy, naive, and loving. Never getting upset, or really passionate about anything. She almost seemed fake.

“Alright, goodnight guys. Thanks for the gifts.” I trudged upstairs to my room, my game and magazine in one hand, my lamp in the other, and entered my messy room. I closed the door, threw my stuff on the bed, and slumped into my computer chair. I put my new game into my X-Box and played it for about an hour, before I let loose a long yawn. I turned it off and rolled over to my bed, picking up the dusty lamp.

“Hmmm…what language is this?” I said to myself, rubbing the worn characters on the lamp, trying to get a better look. Suddenly, a thin blue mist started to spray out of the spout, forming a mystical cloud in front of me. “Oooookkkkkkk…..” I said to myself slowly. After a few minutes, the cloud formed into a large blue humanoid shape.

“Ahhh…you have freed the genie of the lamp….”

“Hahaha!” I started laughing, before the “genie” could finish his little spiel. “And let me guess? Now I get three wishes, and on the last one I am supposed to wish you your freedom from the lamp. Am I close?” I said with a sleepy smile on my face. “I wonder how much my dad spent on this.” I wondered.

The figure stared at me with a piercing glower. “Foolish human! You only get 1 wish from me, and if you freed me from my lamp, I assure you that your entire human race would feel my wraith! Your centuries of squandering wishes have angered me greatly, and if I was not bound by this curse, your pathetic kind would pay!”

“Whoa whoa whoa…sorry I asked. So I get one wish eh?” I asked, still smiling. “Yes mortal…one wish, then my lamp will disappear and return to it’s original place, and you will forget of this meeting, so you must make a wish that you will remember to use!” the genie replied, seeming to settle down a little.

I looked around my room, at my life. Pfft… I thought to myself. Yeah I got a wish – I wish I didn’t have to live my life as me everyday….

I looked at the genie, thinking of a good wish, and then his eyes flashed a bright yellow, and then back to normal. “IT IS DONE!” He boomed, shaking the floor and windows.

“What?” I said, confused. “I didn’t say anything! And keep it down, you’ll wake my parents! Hey, where are you going?!?” The genie morphed back into his misty counterpart and returned to its lamp, and a bright flash followed by a wicked crack sounded, and I fell over and collapsed on my bed.

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“Honey, are you up yet? Honey? Oh no…Andrew, come on, get up. You must have forgotten to set your alarm.” I rose slowly out of my bed, and stared at my mom, for a little while out of focus. “Ugh…mom I don’t feel too well…” I stated, holding my head. It felt like it was about to explode.

“Oh come now…every first day of school for the past 6 years have been the same…haven’t you grown out of the faking sick thing yet?” She said, heading downstairs. I looked around. 7:52. “Hmm…” I thought, “I guess I did forget to set my alarm, and get out of my clothes.” I quickly threw on some clean clothes, grabbed my bag, and flew downstairs.

I grabbed a muffin and quickly shoved it down my throat. “Mom, could you give me a ride to school?” I said, pieces of bran flying everywhere. “Of course, honey. We better hurry though, don’t want to be late on your first day!” I quickly rolled my eyes and we headed out to the old Chrysler and headed to school.

We pulled up to the front steps of the school, where tons of students were chatting and laughing with friends they haven’t seen since the summer. I got out of the car before my mom could try and embarrass me, and I headed towards the front door, but was stopped at quite the sight behind an old oak tree. There was stereotypical super jock Josh Stevens necking with stereotypical super babe Sarah Heathers.

Josh was your average jock. Apparently what chicks look for in a guy: tall, dark and handsome. He was also a jock in the way meaning he was an ass. A bully to the “uncool” and only cared about two things: football and sex.

Sarah was amazing – the “Walking Wet Dream” of our school. She was what every guy would think of when you said hot blonde – big boobs and a big butt. Her long, golden hair flowed over her glowing blue eyes, and onto her large breasts. They were so round and perfect. I guessed at about a D cup. Her perfectly tanned, long legs led up to her thick, round ass. The very ass that hypnotized hundreds of males each day. The very ass that I jacked off to almost every night. And the very ass that Josh’s lucky hands were squeezing right before my eyes.

I couldn’t take my eyes off of it. It was such a perfect ass. It could probably get her anything she wanted, at least from guys that is. Man… I thought to myself, She must have the easiest life…

What the…? I thought to myself. Everything had gone quiet, but everyone was still moving around. Have I gone deaf? I thought. It started to get dark, like the sun was going down. And everyone started to slow down… It looks like everyone…is frozen. It started getting darker and darker, and a sharp pain starting swelling in my stomach. Before I could hold my cramping abdomen, everything went black.

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Sound and light. Good, I’m not dead.