Trouble With Harry

by Myla Jackson

  Harry didn’t like the direction Mitch was heading. “I’m not sure about this. I don’t seem to have control over how the wishes are granted.”

  “Are you telling me you’re a genie, but you can’t control your own power?” Mitch’s eyebrow rose in challenge. “Tsk, tsk. No control.” His glance lowered to Harry’s hands.

  Harry frowned, ignoring the unspoken insult to his inability to tamp down his raging sexual urges where Edie was concerned. “I never said I was a genie.”

  “Leave it alone, Mitch,” Edie said. “I don’t want to wish for anything.”

  “Nothing?” Mitch grabbed her hands. “In all your life, you haven’t dreamed of anything? You haven’t wanted to change anything?”

  “No,” she said, then her head tipped to the side. “Well, maybe…” Edie stared off into the space over Mitch’s shoulder. “Yes.” Then her gaze shifted to Harry.

  A shiver of awareness snaked across Harry’s mind. Why was she looking his way? Did she want to change something about him? Oh, no. “Edie, think about it.”

  “Do it, Edie!” Mitch said. “Here’s your chance.”

  She shook her head, still staring at Harry, a flush creeping up her neck. “I don’t know…”

  “Sometimes you gotta say ‘What the heck’.” Damn, Mitch and his careless advice.

  Harry wanted to punch Mitch is his big fat mouth. Instead, he stared across at Edie and willed her not to make the leap. But like a sapling in the face of an approaching avalanche, Harry could do nothing to stop her. “Don’t do it, Edie,” he whispered.

  Her words came out in monotone syllables. “I wish I were the most desirable woman in the country.”

  Thunder rumbled and the floors shook.

  The walls of the apartment wobbled like an unfocused spyglass. Harry reached for Edie but instead of grabbing her, he pawed at the air where she’d been. Edie had disappeared.

  When the room settled back into place, Mitch yelled, “Wow! That was incredible! Holy shit, where’s Edie?”

  Without missing a beat, Harry balled his fist and punched Mitch in the eye.

  * * * * *

  Hot lights shown down on Edie, their intensity blinding her. Where was she? What happened?

  “Baby Likes it Hot, scene two, take two,” a man’s voice said.

  Edie’s vision cleared. She was in a cavernous room with lights mounted on extension poles, pointing at her from all angles. Her hands slid across smooth fabric. Red satin—as in red satin sheets. Where the hell was she? Leaning up on her elbow, she surveyed her surroundings. Dead center in a large round bed, she was covered in red satin sheets with a white faux fur throw tossed over her body.

  “That’s right, Edie, let the blanket fall a little exposing your breast.”

  “Huh?” She lifted the corner of the furry blanket and peered beneath. Holy crap! She was completely naked!

  “Come on, baby, come for Daddy.” An equally naked man with a very hairy chest and shoulders lunged onto the bed, landing between her legs. He tugged the fur blanket. “Don’t be shy, show us a little tit.”

  Edie’s eyes widened and she held tight to the fur, refusing to let it down even an inch.

  “This isn’t in the script, but if you want to play that way, I can start from the bottom and work my way up.” The man lifted the bottom of the blanket and pressed her thighs wide. “Are you getting this, Seymour?”

  A camera rolled closer, clearly pointing at Edie’s crotch.

  When she tried to close her legs, the man on top of her held them still with his hands. “Feisty baby, are we? Want to play it rough?” He smacked her thigh, the sound louder than the pain.

  “No, I want you off of me, now,” she whispered loud enough for him to hear. What kind of nightmare had she landed in? Where was Harry?

  “So you want me, do you? I’ll make you sing like Shirley Temple.” The man rubbed his face in her pubic hairs and came up. “Nothing like a little pussy to make me meow. Come on, baby, cum for Daddy.” The hairy guy draped her legs over his shoulders and wiggled his tongue while glancing sideways at the camera.

  “No,” she screamed. No, he couldn’t do this to her. Didn’t he realize she was a virgin? No man had ever touched her privates with his tongue. Eve squirmed against the hands that held her, fighting desperately to get away. This wasn’t how it was supposed to happen. All these years, she’d saved herself for someone special. Her first time was supposed to be with someone she cared about…someone kind and gentle…someone like Harry.

  Just as the man leaned into her, Edie squeezed her eyes shut. “I wish it were Harry.”

  * * * * *

  As Mitch started to pick himself up off the floor, Harry clenched his fist and prepared to swing again. “Why the hell did you encourage her to wish again? Didn’t I tell you I couldn’t control what happens?”

  Mitch paused, sitting back on his haunches, staring up at Harry’s fists. “Why the hell did you hit me?”

  “You deserved it.” Harry had never punched a man over a woman before. And the urge to do it again nearly overwhelmed him.

  Mitch rubbed his eye and winced. “Damn, I’m gonna have a black eye. Did you have to punch me in the eye?”

  “I shouldn’t have stopped with the eye.” Harry’s fists bunched, ready to swing again.

  With a hand held up to block Harry’s next attack, Mitch scooted backward on his butt. “Look, I didn’t think she’d disappear.”

  “Yeah, well she did.” Harry couldn’t stand still—he had to do something. Edie was missing and he felt like it was all his fault. With a snort, he turned and paced across Edie’s apartment and back to stand in front of Mitch. “Now what do we do? I have no idea where she went.”

  “Didn’t that bottle and this whole genie thing come with an instruction manual?”

  “Hell no!” Harry loosened a fist and shoved the hand through his hair. “Where the hell did she go?”

  “How bad can it be?” Mitch eased to his feet his gaze narrowed, wary, as if tensing for Harry’s next shot. When he made it all the way to his feet without another attack, he pressed a hand to his eye again. “Ouch!”

  “Serves you right, goading her into the wish like you did.” Harry’s muscles bunched, automatically. Maybe he would punch the bastard again.

  Mitch’s eyes widened and he raised both hands in front of him. “Enough with the hitting. Sheesh! Taking it out on me isn’t going to find Edie.”

  “Maybe not, but it’ll make me feel better.” Where was she? New York City was filled with millions of people, how could he find her in its vastness? Assuming she was even in New York. Harry glared at Mitch.

  “We need a clue as to where her wish might have taken her.” Mitch waved a hand at the room as if searching for the answer among the throw pillows. “What exactly did she say?”

  “Something about being the most desirable woman.”

  Mitch snorted. “Like she needs a wish to make it happen.”

  “Why the hell does she think she’s undesirable?” Harry asked. In all his travels, he hadn’t met a more tempting woman than Edie. All that beauty and those luscious curves hidden behind frumpy clothing.

  “Her father tells her all the time she’s ugly.” Mitch sighed. “Apparently, her mother was a model and drop-dead gorgeous. Unfortunately, she did drop dead and left Edie’s father bitter. He took it out on her.”

  “But Edie is an attractive woman.”

  “She doesn’t think so.” Mitch rubbed his jaw. “Didn’t she say she wanted to be the most desirable woman in the country?”

  “Yeah. I think so. But how is that going to help us find her?” Harry’s chest tightened. Never one to stand around and just think, he needed action.

  “Maybe she’s morphed into a model like her mother, or a singer or actress. Has to be somewhere in the United States, since she said ‘in the country’.”

  “Great, that narrows it down to about a million people. How are we supposed to find her?”

  “
Keep your shirt on, bottle man.” Mitch laced his fingers together and cracked his knuckles. “I’ll just peruse the Internet and see if we can find her.”

  “Then come on, let’s go.” Harry headed toward the door, anxious to begin the search.

  Instead of following Harry to the door, Mitch pivoted in a circle, scanning the small apartment’s interior. “Harry, we aren’t going anywhere.”

  “Then how the hell are we supposed to find her?”

  Mitch shook his head. “You’ve got a lot to learn about the twenty-first century.” He strode to the desk in the corner of the dining room and sat in front of a black box with a gray screen. When he placed his palm over a device the size of a hamster, the black box in front of him lit up with a picture of a sandy beach.

  Despite his worry over Eve, Harry couldn’t help being lured into the beautiful lights and colors of the box. It was like a photograph, only it was all in color. “What’s that?”

  “A computer.”

  “How is looking at pictures of beaches going to help us find Edie?” Harry paced behind Mitch, his concern for Edie growing with each passing minute. Yet he was completely fascinated by what the other man was doing. The beach picture disappeared replaced by a picture of a lot of words. “Google? What’s a google?”

  “Technology has come a long way in the last eighty years, Harry. If you could just pipe down while I surf the web we might find something.” Mitch pressed the little buttons on a board that looked like the letters from a typewriter. “Edie Ragsdale” appeared in a red box in the middle of the white picture.

  Then Mitch sat back.

  “This is a waste of time. We should be out there looking for Edie.” Harry swung away from Mitch. “If you won’t go look, I will.”

  “I wouldn’t leave yet, if I were you. I found her.”

  With his hand on the doorknob, Harry turned back to Mitch. “Where?”

  Mitch shot a look across the room to Harry. “Los Angeles.”

  “Los Angeles! That’s clear across the country!” How the hell had Edie gotten to Los Angeles? It would take days by train to get there.

  “And it’s worse than I thought.” Mitch stared down at the picture on the black box, his face set in grim lines.

  “What?” Harry hurried back to look over Mitch’s shoulder. There in vivid colors was a picture of Edie sprawled in the middle of a huge round bed, her fiery red hair spread out on royal blue satin sheets. And she was completely naked from the tip of her head to the garishly red polish on her toenails. Every pale inch of her skin glowed like a beacon and her eyes beckoned to the viewer, a sinful, sexy smile curled her lips. Harry’s cock rose in immediate response.

  Mitch shook his head. “She’s a fuckin’ porn star, Harry.”

  Chapter Five

  Trapped in the act of making a porn film, Edie fought to keep the tears from slipping through her clenched eyelids. She could only blame herself and her misplaced vanity. Hadn’t she wished herself into this situation?

  The bed shimmied beneath Edie, thunder rumbled in the distance and the lights behind her eyelids dimmed momentarily. Then a warm wet tongue lapped her folds, laving her tenderly.

  Too late.

  She’d been licked by a stranger. Her first time was with someone she didn’t even know, in front of cameras and a room full of people.

  She wanted to curl up in a ball and die.

  The teasing tongue stopped. “Edie?” Harry’s voice drifted through her misery. “Where the hell are we?”

  Her eyes popped open and she stared down at Harry nestled between her legs. Magnificent, naked Harry. He’d been the one to initiate her into the beauty of oral sex, not the crass stranger.

  “Oh Harry, my wish turned out so wrong. I wanted to be the most desirable woman, but not this.” Too stunned to move, she waved her hand at the lighting, cameras and audience of technicians.

  “Edie, don’t you see what I see?” Still between her legs, he smoothed a hand over her flat stomach. “You are a very desirable, beautiful woman.”

  “I am?” She sniffled.

  “Yes, and you taste like heaven.” His gaze met hers as he dipped down to tongue her clit.

  The crude setting faded away and all Edie could see was Harry worshiping her with his mouth. His fingers slipped between her folds finding the little sensitive nub she’d only stimulated herself on the few occasions she’d tried her hand at masturbation. The warm, moist texture of his tongue touched her, sending fire blasting through her blood and her pulse throbbing against the walls of her vagina. Liquid lubricant oozed from her, preparing her body for his entry.

  He touched her sweet spot again, teasing, tasting and tempting her.

  Edie arched off the bed, grasping his hair, crying out almost in pain but mostly in ecstasy. His strokes sent her spiraling upward until she thought she’d explode in the bombardment of sensations. She’d never felt like this—like she was shattering into a million pieces at just the touch of a man’s tongue.

  But not any man.

  Harry.

  When she drifted back to earth, she pulled at Harry’s hair, tugging him up her length. The fake fur fell to the side exposing her body to his.

  Harry crawled between her legs, his torso sliding up her belly, his chest hairs tickling Edie’s breasts.

  Tears leaked out the corners of her eyes and she wrapped her arms around his neck, burying her face against his chest. She wanted him. Wanted him to fill her to completion, ram his cock inside her until she screamed. Harry brought out the whore in Edie, the greedy, needy nymphomaniac she didn’t know existed inside. She wanted him to fuck her. Fuck her hard.

  She opened her legs wide, drawing her knees up until she could hook them with her palms.

  Harry pushed up on his arms, poised over her, his cock pressing against the entrance to her pussy.

  “Fuck me, Harry,” she whispered, loving the carnal sound of the word on her lips. Suddenly empowered by her incredible orgasm, she wanted more of this fabulous man. “Fuck me hard.”

  Harry frowned down at her. “Are you sure?”

  “I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life.” She wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him into her. When his cock hit the barrier of her hymen, Edie gritted her teeth and tightened her legs forcing him past the thin layer.

  Pain was swift and bittersweet. Soon, Harry was moving within her in long, tender strokes, easing his sex in and out of her tight pussy.

  Within seconds, the pain subsided and Edie matched his rhythm, pushing harder to deepen the connection. She wanted him to crawl inside her, become a part of her and hold on forever.

  The strokes grew more frantic. Harry pushed up to his knees and held her hips in his hands, his balls slapping against her buttocks, the smacking sound accentuating the erotic fervor.

  Edie draped her legs up over Harry’s shoulders and clutched at the satin sheets with her fists. Her body tensed again as she shot to the top and spasmed into a second, full release.

  Harry rammed into her again and held her steady as his body shuddered. His eyes clenched shut, while the hands gripping her hips squeezed so tightly, Edie knew she’d have bruises. Then Harry collapsed over her gathering her into his arms, while he dragged air into his lungs.

  “Cut!” A voice shouted beyond the bank of lights. “That wasn’t in the script. You call that foreplay? Where’s the foreplay? People pay for hours of foreplay. The public wants porn, not a quick fuck. Fuckin’ hell, we’ll have to start over. And we’ll need clean sheets.”

  Oh geez. She and Harry had just performed in front of a freakin’ camera. Had she completely lost her mind? Their lovemaking would be on celluloid for all to view. Including her father!

  “Oh Harry, what have we done?” Edie said against Harry’s chest.

  He tipped her head back until he could see into her eyes. “We just made love.”

  Edie laughed and hiccoughed on a sob. “I know. But here?”

  “It’s as you wished.” He
drew the sheets up over her nakedness and ran a thumb over her lip.

  Kissing the tip of his tongue she whispered, “I wish we were back in my apartment.”

  The light shimmered again, and the satin sheets changed beneath her into the comforting brushed cotton sheets of her own bed. When she opened her eyes, her favorite print of a Golden Retriever stared down at her in the dim lighting. A heavy weight pressed against her from her breasts to her groin. And someone’s penis filled the space inside her.

  “Harry?”

  * * * * *

  “I’m here, Edie.” Harry pushed up on his forearms and stared down at Edie. Her warmth surrounded his cock, the tight walls of her vagina making him hard again. What had he done? “Good lord, Edie.” He jerked backward, sliding out to the end of his shaft.

  But the woman beneath him gasped and clasped his naked buttocks before he could free himself of her.

  “I’m sorry. I didn’t even think.” He leaned on one elbow and trailed a hand over her cheek. “Did I hurt you?” Then he slapped his palm against his forehead and groaned. “Oh God, you were a virgin!” Again, he tried to pull out of her.

  But she didn’t let him. “So?”

  “So, I’ve ruined you and in front of witnesses.” He dropped his head to her breasts. “Oh, Edie, I’m so sorry.”

  “Are you really?” Her voice shook.

  When he lifted his head, Harry could see the tears glistening on the edges of her eyelashes. “I’m not sorry I had the pleasure of your body, but I’m sorry I took your virginity. Hell, I can’t give it back.”

  “Did I ask for it back?” She raised a hand to his face, her soft fingers caressing the stubble on his jaw. “Thank you, Harry.” Her words were humble and he could tell they were spoken from her heart.

  “For what? I’ve ruined you.” This nightmare was going from bad to worse for this gentle, sweet woman. How could he have let this happen?

  She smiled a soft, secret smile and her face glowed with her beauty. “I always thought I’d die a virgin.”

  “This was a huge mistake, I should have had the wherewithal to stop when I realized you were a virgin. This is all my fault.”