Genie Tales

Genie Tales

****I apologize to all my readers who read what should have been the ending to Conner Evans. The Breast size problem wont happen again I promise. I am definitely not the original writer of the genie chronicles, just a fan. Here’s a spin-off I hope all you guys will like. =)

James walked out of the school, feeling the sun on his skin and taking a deep breath of fresh air. When he stood in the sun he felt like everyone else was gone, leaving him standing in his meadow. But he knew that they were all still there, milling about him, trying to talk and get home at the same time.
When he finally opened his eyes and moved, he stepped right into the path of his best friend Lacy. The new blockade in her path made Lacy stop her dead sprint a few seconds too late, crashing into James and sending them both to the concrete. James felt his head slam into the ground and felt Lacy land on top of him, her sizable breasts being crushed between them. Realizing this James’ cock began to harden, its seven inches rising to semi erection and making his jeans tent ever so slightly.
Lacy could obviously feel the slight bulge, due to her crotch landing on top of his cock. Her head was on his shoulder, and he swore he heard her gasp when she would have felt it.
“ James! I’m so sorry; I wasn’t watching where I was going! Are you all right?” She raised her head so that she was looking into his eyes. The attraction was there, but neither had ever acted on it before. The two simply looked at each other for a moment, before a student whistled and brought them back to reality. They quickly got to their feet and looked down nervously.
“ Don’t worry about it, it was my fault Lace. I’m fine. Hey, are you going to that premier Friday?” James knew she would be, and it wasn’t strange for them to go together. She brushed her blonde hair back behind one ear, looking at her feet before meeting his gaze again.
“ Yeah, but I’m going with some friends, so I… We… I’m sorry.” Lacy walked by him towards her bus, leaving him standing there with a hole in his chest, knowing everything that had led up to that had just been destroyed. James simply sighed and walked away from the busses, strolling lazily down the street knowing there was no one waiting for him at home.
Ten minutes later he walked through the front door of his home, throwing his backpack onto a chair and going straight out the back door. His father wouldn’t be home for hours, and his mother was in Europe on conference. Another five-minute walk and James found himself on the slope of a hill, covered in wildflowers and sage bushes. The hill had a view of his town’s state park, a forest that stretched for miles. In the distance a mountain rose out of the tree line, with a skinny peak rising up a short distance away from the base. The skinny peak was well known for being a waterfall; with several cave systems and a romantic clearing at least well known to James.
As James reached his favorite spot, a well-worn patch of bent stems and grasses, he was surprised to find a strange burlap sack. Picking it up, he sat in his spot and emptied its contents onto the ground in front of him, surprised to find an old hunting horn fall out onto the grass. When he picked it up and dusted it off, attempting to read an inscription on the side. The language didn’t seem to make sense to him, and the characters made his head hurt, so he gave up on that. He inspected the sack, finding nothing of interest. Finally he brought the horn to his mouth, blowing the horn and listening to the sweet melodic hum come from the end. Closing his eyes he enjoyed the sound, not noticing the smoke exiting the end of the horn. Finally he drifted off, the sound and the unseen smoke filling his mind…


When he woke, James was aware that something wasn’t right. The sun was much lower than it had been when he had blown the horn, and he was on his back. The sun in his eyes was blinding, causing him to raise his hand, blocking the sun to see his surroundings. What he found startled him. Standing a few feet away, a beautiful woman dressed in what appeared to be silk was waiting, watching his movements with intense interest.