Jemimah's Genie

by Ainsley Abbott

  Then he lifted a hand, snapped a finger and a tiny button vibrator appeared in his palm. Grasping her to him, he rolled sideways, holding her close, keeping his rod tight inside as his hand moved between them.

  The vibrator found her clit and she was lost to the added sensation. She held him hard, burying her face against his chest, panting. He began to move his hips, pushing his cock slowly in and out.

  The combination of the vibrator and his movements brought her to a peak she’d never reached before. Her mouth hung open and sweat bathed her body. His thrusts increased and suddenly the vibrator was gone. He rolled her once more onto her back and she automatically wrapped her legs around his waist. He held himself up with his arms and his movements became more rapid. He pushed her legs forward to get more purchase and she cried out with pleasure as he plunged even deeper.

  Faster, harder he pushed, her slickness making it easy. She gripped his buttocks tightly, sensing the brink of release coming closer. He drove harder, slapping against the back of her thighs until, in an unbelievable eruption, her entire body burst into orgasm, every muscle clenching, her cunt spasming magnificently against his hardness. She was still in the throes of climax when he came. She felt his cock jerk inside her, his entire body tensing as he stopped his movements, a low moan emanating from deep in his chest.

  Then slowly, he rolled again to one side and pulled her to him. She snuggled her face into his chest and the last thing she thought before falling into a deep blissful sleep was, “This is one dream I’ll never forget.”

  Chapter Two

  Jemimah woke slowly, coming out of a deep dreamless sleep to find herself lying on the worn gray carpet in front of the fireplace with Sibyl curled close to her. The fire had died down to mere cinders and the room was chilly.

  She sat up abruptly and looked around, memories flooding in. “Brian?” She said the name tentatively, feeling silly. There were no candles, no music, no white fur rug and most importantly, no man lying next to her.

  She rubbed a hand over her face. Was she going crazy? Then she remembered how it all began—the toast to Granny Lou and the ancient bottle of elderberry wine.

  Of course. The wine was so old it’d probably gone off and caused some psychedelic reaction. She stood up then stopped stock still in surprise. There was stickiness between her legs. She put a hand down to feel, staring at the irrefutable evidence that more than a dream had brought her to a pinnacle of pleasure the night before.

  Her mind ran back over what happened and she felt a rising heat at the mere recollection. She glanced at herself in the mirror. Her cheeks were pink, her eyes soft, sated. She put a finger to her lips. She could still feel his mouth on hers.

  She pushed her tousled hair back and frowned, more puzzled than anything else. She must be going crazy.

  She sighed. “Well, if this was crazy,” she said aloud, “bring on the straitjacket.” Sibyl meowed plaintively in reply.

  * * * * *

  “Just try it,” Jemi said to Ruth. They’d just finished the evening shift and sat on the old saggy couch, shoes off and feet up, in the staff break room.

  Jemi held a flask of the elderberry wine out coaxingly. She’d only brought a small amount of the alcohol, not wanting to waste it or get caught with it at work. The flask fitted inconspicuously into her purse.

  Dark-haired, no-nonsense Ruth was about the same age as Jemi but happily married with a daughter. She eyed the bottle skeptically. “You say it’s over a hundred years old? I don’t know.”

  “You’re in the right place if you get food poisoning,” Jemi said, smiling. “Honestly, I’ve already had some myself. I just want you to try it, see if you think it’s as good as I do.” She lied. If Ruth had a reaction, at least it would solve part of the puzzle. And she didn’t think a reaction like the one she’d had would harm anyone.

  Ruth cocked a brow, then took the flask, smelled the contents and took a tentative sip, then another larger swig. She smacked her lips and smiled at Jemi. “Hey, it’s very good. Sweet but not bad. You say your great-grandmother made it?”

  “Yes. My great-grandmother Jemimah.” She watched Ruth carefully but there was no poof, no mist, no sound of air being sucked out of the room. “How do you feel?” she asked.

  Ruth handed the flask back. “What do you mean, how do I feel? I feel like I’ve been here forever, my feet hurt and my back is aching. They brought a new one in this afternoon—skiing accident. I think I wrenched something when I helped get him onto the bed. I should listen to Rick and leave the heavy lifting to the men.”

  Jemimah listened with half an ear, absently swirling the wine in the flask. She was thoroughly confused, now. Obviously the potion hadn’t worked its miracle on her friend.

  “Anyway, kiddo, I’ve got to get home,” Ruth said, standing and stretching. “Rick’s probably close to tears by now. Amelia’s having one of her not-so-good days.” She sighed, “What about you, Jem? Are you doing okay?”

  Jemi looked up and forced a quick smile. “Yeah, sure. I’m okay. Still trying to get used to the empty house, though. How is Amelia?”

  Ruth shrugged and a deep sadness rose in her eyes. “About the same. She’s getting weaker. She won’t eat, so we’re going to have to put in a feeding tube.”

  Jemi stood and hugged her friend. Amelia was Ruth’s seven-year-old daughter. She’d been diagnosed a year ago with terminal leukemia.

  Ruth hugged Jemi back, then put her at arm’s length. “Hey, girlfriend, I’m okay. It’s you I’m worried about. Listen, any time you want to get out, you just call me. If I’m home, you can come over and we can sit around and gab, or better yet, if Rick’s home, we can go out for a drink. You need to get out more.”

  “Thanks,” Jemi said. “I’ll do that.” She watched as Ruth gathered her belongings and headed for the door. “Give Amelia a kiss from me,” Jemi called.

  “I will.” Ruth smiled, waved and was gone.

  Jemi gazed at the silver container still in her hand. “So, you’re just a one-night stand, eh?” She shrugged, lifted the flask to her lips and drank. It tasted very good, sweet, soothing.

  Had she fallen asleep?

  “No, you’re not asleep.” It was Brian.

  She realized she was stretched out on a couch. She tried to sit up but felt far too lethargic, as if in the soft embrace of a warm, relaxing bath. She was still in the third floor staff break room. Nothing was different except now she felt Brian next to her, the breath of his whisper tickling her ear.

  “So, you can read my mind now?” she said.

  “Of course,” he said. “How do you think I know what you really want?”

  “Did you say something, Jemimah?”

  Jemi turned her head slowly. It was Martin Phillips, one of the new interns, who spoke. He sat at a table on the other side of the room with Nancy Fremont, one of the matronly nurses she worked with, cups of steaming coffee between them.

  “Uh…sorry,” Jemi said, “I must’ve dozed off. Talking in my sleep…”

  She knew logically she must get up and go home but her body simply wouldn’t respond.

  “Just lie still.” Brian’s voice, this time she felt his breath on her mouth. She closed her eyes. She could feel him lying next to her, his body touching hers.

  “Why can’t I see you?” she thought.

  “Because what I am going to do to you here, isn’t for anyone else’s eyes.”

  Jemi felt a thrill run up her spine.

  “And just what do you intend to do in front of these people?”

  She heard him chuckle. “You have a wonderful imagination, Jemimah, remember, my wish is your command.”

  “That’s so Hollywood,” Jemi began, then stopped with a quick intake of breath. She felt his warm hand slide slowly up her thigh and beneath her nurse’s uniform. His lips were making small butterfly kisses down her neck, sending more chills racing through her.

  “You can’t…”

  “Jemimah?” It was Nancy this time. “
Are you okay, dear? Are you sure you’re comfortable there?”

  “Yes…sorry. I’m just tired,” she said aloud. “Just need a quick catnap.”

  Brian’s fingers had found the top her pantyhose and he was pulling them slowly down. She raised her hips to accommodate, trying to make it look to Martin and Nancy as if she were simply becoming more comfortable. She fumbled with the blanket folded on the back of the couch for doctors, interns and nurses who used the couch to catch a few winks between shifts. She managed to pull it down and cover herself, just as she felt Brian slip her panties down and push her thighs apart.

  “Jesus,” she thought. “This is insane.” She should be horrified but oddly she merely felt an alien sort of excitement.

  Brian’s mouth touched hers very gently but firmly. “Relax,” he soothed. “Just relax and enjoy.”

  She wanted to lift her arms and hold him but she knew she mustn’t. How would it look? She lay very still, her heart beating, her vagina pulsing and wet with wanton need. She felt his fingers delicately outlining the shape of her cunt, moving just inside her labia, touching her clitoris, making it begin to throb with desire. Her entire focus was between her legs, that molten needy core. When he slipped a finger inside her, she sighed aloud. She didn’t care what her work companions thought. Her eyes were shut. They’d think she was asleep.

  His finger moved deeper, his thumb gently circling her clitoris, bringing her higher, higher, almost to the brink of orgasm. She realized she was clenching her teeth and forced herself to relax into the feeling, making herself prolong the pleasure.

  “I know you like this,” she heard Brian whisper. His tongue circled her left ear as he removed his finger from her cunt, gathering her wetness and trailing his finger lower, following her crack, placing his finger over her other opening. Then gently, very gently, he inserted his finger into her anus.

  It was everything she could do not to groan aloud. She realized her fingers were clutching the fabric of the couch. But she daren’t move, daren’t gasp with the delight of it. Then she felt him on top of her. Some part of her mind protested that this wasn’t possible but she ignored it. She could feel his hard cock between her legs, hot against her inner thighs.

  His finger moved deeper into her anus, crooking gently. At the same time, he slipped his penis into her, not quite all the way.

  “Teasing…” she thought.

  “Yes,” he replied. She could sense his own excitement, his breathing was more rapid. She could feel the heat of him, small droplets of sweat from his brow. She mustn’t open her eyes, afraid if she did, it would all end before the magical journey was completed.

  “I’ve never done this,” she thought.

  “It’s time you did,” he said. She could hear the smile in his voice. He pushed his penis in all the way, stretching her opening and filling her, then moved his finger, pressing through the thin barrier between rectum and vagina so she felt so full of him she couldn’t move for fear of disturbing the exquisite sensation.

  Ever so slowly, he began to move inside her. She curled her fingers more tightly in the couch fabric and hung on for dear life. Was she moving? Was she making any noise? She opened her eyes a crack and saw Martin and Nancy had now been joined by Dr. Jergensen, one of the ward doctors.

  “Jesus, God,” she thought.

  “Relax…” Brian’s whisper forced her to do as he said. She felt herself sink into the couch as she forced her muscles to loosen. She felt his movements continue, slow but steady, his finger now moving carefully in and out of her rectum in rhythm to his penis. His lips moved from cheek to lips to neck to ear, then back to her lips. His tongue pushed past her teeth, delicately touching her inner mouth.

  Jemi could hear the others talking.

  “Snow predicted…”

  “Sister coming to visit…”

  “New patient in room sixteen…”

  It all flowed over her like water. It meant nothing. But her awareness of their presence kept her still, kept her from groaning with the pleasure of her rising passion.

  “Do you like it?” Brian’s mouth, now at her ear once more as his gentle thrusts became more demanding, his shaft driving even deeper.

  “God, yes.”

  “How about this?”

  She felt a second finger gently ease its way into her anus and she thought she’d scream with joy. Instead, she felt her entire being become primal. Her mouth hung open in abandon, her mind, though aware of the others in the room, was completely obsessed with the unbelievable pull of desire that mounted with each thrust of Brian’s ample shaft.

  She probably would’ve prolonged her explosion for a few more minutes if Brian hadn’t taken his other hand and touched her clitoris. It was too much to withstand and she orgasmed so hard, she thought she’d shatter, her spasms gripping his cock and the fingers in her anus hard, again and again.

  Brian removed his fingers gently, then thrust once more and she felt him gasp and his body go rigid as he shot his semen inside her. Together they pulsed, his cock and her cunt gripping in aftershock. She felt his arms tight around her and he pulled her onto her side, putting a leg over her and kissing her gently.

  Jemi’s mind wandered in a blissful half-world. The murmur of the others in the room lulled her. She nestled her face against Brian’s chest, his breath warm in her hair. She fell asleep with his cock still inside her and the scent of him filling her with a sense of complete and utter security.

  * * * * *

  “Jemimah?”

  “Hmm?”

  “Dear, it’s nearly midnight. Maybe you should get home and get some proper rest.”

  Jemi opened her eyes with a start. “Nancy?”

  The older woman was stooped over, looking concernedly into Jemi’s eyes. “Yes, it’s me,” she said. “Darling, I think you must’ve been having some strange dream. You’ve been crying out in your sleep. Are you all right?”

  Jemi was suddenly fully awake. She blushed profusely as she first felt the telltale sensations of having been pleasured both anally and vaginally, then realized with relief her panties and pantyhose were miraculously back in place.

  She sat up carefully, adjusting her nurse’s uniform.

  “You do look flushed,” Nancy was saying. “Maybe I should take your temperature…”

  Jemi shook her head and tried to smile. “No, really, I’m okay. I can’t believe I fell so soundly asleep here. I must be more tired than I realized.” She thought her words sounded lame but a part of her knew no one would ever believe or understand what had truly taken place on this couch.

  “Maybe you need a holiday,” Nancy said gently. “How long has it been?”

  Jemi pushed her hair back, fastening the pins on each side. She considered. “I can’t really remember,” she said, surprising even herself.

  “Well, there you are.” Nancy stood up and clucked. “Some time off. Maybe a trip? You spend far too much time here.” She smiled. “Give it some thought, dear.”

  Jemi nodded. “I will,” she said. She stood up carefully, aware of Brian’s semen dampening her panties and the phantom sensation of his fingers in her anus. She shivered with delight at the memory.

  Nancy picked up the blanket and folded it automatically. “You go home, now and get some proper rest. And if you’re still flushed and shivering in the morning, stay home. The rest of us can run this place while you recuperate, you know.”

  Jemi laughed lightly. “Yes, yes, of course. Thanks, Nance.” She grabbed her purse and sweater and hurried out before dear, matronly Nancy could suspect the shivers and flush weren’t from any illness but from thoughts of pure unadulterated lust.

  * * * * *

  “You want to talk.” It was a statement, not a question. Brian sat in the chair opposite Jemi. She was back home at the kitchen table, the now empty flask of elderberry wine between them.

  Jemimah’s curiosity and confusion had convinced her to drink the little bit of wine left in the flask she’d taken to work.
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br />   “Yes,” she said. “I have to know what’s going on.”

  Brian smiled. She looked at him, feeling her cheeks automatically flush and her crotch begin to throb. He was unbelievably gorgeous. A lock of his thick blond hair fell across his brow and when he smiled at her like that, his dimples showed and his eyes danced mischievously. In so many ways, he was like a little boy. Yet in so many other ways, he was all man.

  “I think you’re pretty fine yourself,” he said.

  Jemi blushed more deeply. “That’s not fair,” she protested.

  “What’s not fair?” He raised his brows innocently. He reached across the table to take her hand in his, rubbing his thumb gently over her knuckles.

  “You know my most intimate thoughts,” Jemi said, “but I don’t know anything about you.”

  He studied her for a moment. “What do you want to know?”

  “Well, anything,” she replied. “I want to know what’s happening. I assume it’s the elderberry wine, right? Is that what summons you?”

  He frowned, then nodded. “Yes, I think so.”

  “What do you mean you think so? Don’t you know?” Jemi stared at him in surprise.

  “No, I don’t know for sure. All I know is when you drink the wine, I live and breathe again—and I do it for you.”

  “For me?” She considered. “So that’s why Ruth had no reaction.”

  “Yes,” he said. “I can’t explain it. All I know is when you call me…that is, when you drink the wine…it’s as if I wake up and feel like I’m a part of you. I know your deepest desires and every part of me wants to fulfill them.” Jemi cocked a skeptical brow and he shrugged. “I know it sounds crazy,” he said, “but it’s the truth.”

  “So,” Jemi tried to hide the sarcasm in her voice, “what do genies do when they’re not fulfilling wishes?”

  Brian’s eyes bored into hers and she felt as if she were being drawn inexorably into him. She shook her head to clear it.

  “When I’m not with you, I don’t exist.”

  “What?”

  He sighed. “I don’t know—how do I explain? I’m in this heavy darkness, like I’m sleeping but awake. There’s nothing except the feeling of being trapped, or lost.”