Light poured in through George's bedroom window and splashed directly across his face. He had tried to fight the growing realization that he was awake by covering himself with a pillow and willing himself back into a dream with Dawn. But he eventually gave up, and picked himself up off the bed. He looked around hopefully, but she was no where to be found. The mood enhancing candles and furnishings were gone, and back were his normal every day, run-of-the-mill stuff. His clothing piled out of his closet, and his various knick-knacks and books were strewn about the floor like usual.
He let out a heavy sigh as he lay back on his bed. Just the night before, he had experienced a dream so vivid that he was uncertain it was actually a dream. He dreamed of a beauty created just for him, who could grant him any sexual wish he could imagine. He had named her Dawn.
But Dawn was gone, as was any evidence that she had ever been there. He felt a sudden sense of loss as he remembered the things she had said to him in her sweet breathy voice. She had told him it was her purpose to love him unconditionally, to make all his dreams come true.
The realization that she didn't exist made him tear up. But then he felt very pathetic laying there, trying to hold on to a dream. He chastised himself for letting his fantasies get the better of him. But even still, it was the best dream he ever had.
Seeing that it was getting to be two in the afternoon, George got up and strode to the bathroom. He paused, something was not right. He suddenly realized that he was completely naked. George never went to sleep naked. He had always been a sweat pants and t-shirt kind of guy.
He stood their confused for a moment before his self-consciousness took over and he felt compelled to clothe himself. He looked around for something clean to wear, which was no easy feat, when he caught his reflection in the mirror over his dresser. His eye, which had been so whimsically healed by Dawn in his dream, had not gone back to the puffy shiner that Rocko had left him.
Then he heard something coming from downstairs. It sounded like someone was singing. He thought that it could be his mother, but she wasn't supposed to be home until Monday. He reached for a pair of old gray sweat pants and threw them on along with a dark blue t-shirt. He crept out of his room to find the source of the music.
He proceeded quietly down the stairs as he followed the song. It was soft and serene, almost ethereal. He couldn't shake the feeling that he wasn't actually hearing it. He thought he could feel it, like it was echoing through his mind. There were no words, they couldn't have done the voice justice.
He reached the living room and the source of the song. What he saw stopped him dead in his tracks. There, in the far corner of the room next to an old cabinet, was Dawn. She was examining the various photos that covered the top of the cabinet as she sang happily to herself.
She was wearing one of George's white formal dress shirts, which was much too big for her. The sleeves hung down past her delicate fingers and the collar encompassed both her slender neck and her bare right shoulder. Below, she wore a pair of George's boxers which she had rolled up to be as tight as possible across her perfect, heart-shaped bottom. Further down was a pair of long socks pulled up to her knees with two blue bands around the top.
Dawn continued to sing, oblivious to George's presence. She bent forward at the waist to pick up a framed picture, her hands still inside the over-sized sleeves. Her hair fell forward and she brushed it behind her ear with a single graceful movement. She gazed at the photo wistfully as she sang.
Just like she had the first time George saw her, she managed to leave him completely speechless. He could only observe as his perfect woman examined her surroundings serenely. The notion occurred to him that he should get out of there. He still couldn't believe she was real, his mind couldn't grasp the concept. He thought that maybe he was going crazy.
He didn't know what to do, but he could only imagine how awkward it would be if she turned and found him there staring at her. He moved to go back upstairs so that he could think about what to do next, when he bumped into a lamp sitting on an end table. George reacted quickly to catch it but it still made a tremendous amount of noise as the lampshade crumpled in his large hands. He looked over at Dawn like a kid with his hand in the cookie jar. She met his nervous gaze with a happy smile on her pretty face.
"I uh, I wasn't listening or anything," he stammered, "I was just um, on my way to the kitc..."
Before he could finish, Dawn had bounded across the room and flung her arms around him. She caught George completely off-guard, and knocked him on his back with a loud crash. She landed on top of him and kissed him deeply. Her bright, honey colored hair fell around him, and her sleeve encased hands rest on his shoulders. George couldn't think, he could no longer hear that voice inside him that told him to be cautious and timid. He could only hold her tightly and kiss her back.
Eventually, she broke from the kiss and looked at him with her happy, unguarded eyes, "Good mor ... I mean afternoon Master."
He was still reeling from all that had transpired. "Are ... are you real?" he pleaded.
She gave him another sweet kiss, "This feels real to me, Master."
"Yeah, but are you really real, and not some dream?" said George.
She tilted her head and smiled in amusement, "I suppose I am a dream in one sense. I was created to your specifications to be everything you need in a partner, and those specifications were taken from your subconscious. But beyond that, I am very much flesh and blood, just like you."
He let out a sigh and sat up so that she was sitting on his lap, "I'm sorry, that wasn't what I meant..."
"You mean, am I going to disappear and leave you all alone?" she finished. George nodded, his eyes downcast. "No Master. Unless you wish it, I will never keep my heart from you."
He nodded. Still unsure of how he was going to handle her. "Alright, Dawn. And, you can call me George."
"I am sorry Ma ... I mean George," she rolled her eyes at her blunder. "It is just that, calling a Master by name goes against my subservient nature. Names have power, and by giving me permission to use your name you are allowing me a certain amount of freedom beyond what is typically acceptable between a master and slave."
"Do you really believe that you are a slave?" he asked.
"Well, I admit that you do not treat me like a slave. But the magic that binds me to you demands that I always be ready to follow your every command. And when I use your name I feel like I am your equal rather than your servant."
George could tell that she was a bit distressed over the subject of where they stood with each other. He wasn't sure where this relationship was going, but he was certain that he didn't want her to be his slave. To George, that would make him no better than a guy like Rocko.
He pulled her close to him and hugged her tightly. Listen to me Dawn," he said as he stroked her silky hair, "I've never wanted a slave. I am no more a Master of you, than you are of me. if you really aren't going to disappear..."
"I will not," she said quickly.
"I believe you," he amended, "Then our relationship is going to have to be way more than you fulfilling all of my sexual wishes. I'm sorry if I'm not cooperating with your whole master/slave thing, but I couldn't live with myself if I treated you that way. So, please call me George. And when that nagging voice inside says that you don't deserve to, ignore it, because it's wrong. Okay?"
Dawn didn't answer, she just buried her face in his neck. He could feel her breathing become labored and the collar of his shirt dampen. She was crying again. He held her even tighter. He wanted to say something that would put the issue to rest, but he could think of nothing. Instead, he focused on her weight on top of him and the wonderful feeling of the two of them together.
Finally, he heard her say something, but it was too muffled for him to understand it. "What did you say, Dawn?" he asked.
Dawn pulled away a little so that she could look at him. He understood what she had said immediately, it was written all over her face. She loved him. Her eyes, the colors of a sunrise, spoke volumes. They were slightly puffy from her tears, but that didn't make her any less beautiful, or their meaning any less sincere.
She began to vocalize what her eyes had already told him, but he stopped her. He was afraid that her feelings were being coerced by the magical attachments between them. "Wait Dawn, don't say it."
"Why not?" she whispered.
"I ... I don't know. I'm just ... not ready for that."
She looked down and nodded. "Very well. Um ... would it be alright if I called you Master on occasion? I know that I will have trouble remembering to call you George."
"I don't really mind if you call me Master, I just don't want you to feel like you have to. How about this, you can call me George in public or when we are just talking, but if you want to call me Master in private, you can do that too."
"Aww, you are not making this easy on me, George," she whined.
He shrugged. "Sorry, this is kinda new for me. It's not everyday that a beautiful woman wants to call me Master."
She gave him a sudden quick kiss.
George couldn't suppress a grin. "What was that for," he asked.
"That was for telling me that you think I am beautiful. And for your benevolence. You are unlike any master I have ever heard of."
He scratched his head nervously, "I guess. I mean, it's no big deal, really."
"As you say. I appreciate your kindness, nonetheless."
"Alright well, I'm starving. Let's get some breakf ... I mean lunch." They both laughed a bit and stood up. Dawn wiped her eyes on her sleeves. George had to stretch, as his legs had gone a little numb from his position on the floor.
While he stretched he took the opportunity to admire Dawn's outfit again. She looked like the embodiment of the sex kitten, and when he remembered some of the fun they had the night before, he couldn't help but get hard again.
"By the way, I love your outfit," said George.
Her expression brightened immediately, "I knew you would. I woke about an hour before you did and I wanted to look pleasing for you. I took this ensemble from one of your more pleasant fantasies."
George laughed heartily at her premeditated attempts at turning him on. "Well, I'll admit that I've been fighting an urge to give you a little smack on the behind."
She gasped in mock astonishment, "You mean this behind?" She turned around and bent at the hips, like she had done when she didn't know anyone was watching, and braced herself against the back of the couch. "You know that is very wrong of you. You should not be thinking about taking advantage of such a sweet and innocent looking girl. It does not matter that you made her a woman the night before, nor does it matter that she wants you to. You should be ashamed of yourself for wanting to take advantage of her affection for you."
George was floored by her sudden change in tone, but couldn't deny how sexy she was. He stepped up behind her and gripped her by the hips.
She gave him another playful gasp. "Oh my! You are really going to do it! That is so bad, so wrong."
George laughed again and gave her a light playful smack. He let his hand linger on her ass and rubbed all around her curves. Then he let his hand sink between her legs to rub her pussy through her boxers.
"Oh no, now look what you are doing. You are touching this poor girl's sore but not nearly fucked enough pussy. All she wanted to do was walk around the house in her man's clothing and day dream about the greatest night of her life. Now it looks like she might get taken over the back of this couch!"
"You mean the only night of your life," added George. He slipped his thumbs underneath the rolled up waistband and pulled them down.
"But George, we are in the living room. You cannot just come up behind sexy girls, grab them by the hips, bend them over, and then fuck them senseless in the living room. Someone could walk in and see your big cock sliding in and out of her wet pussy. What would the neighbors think?" She was really hamming it up, but she didn't move.
George pulled her shorts down to her knees and then pulled down his sweat pants enough so that his rock hard cock was free. He rubbed the head around her lips of her wet pussy and did his best to tease her. "You know what I think? I think you dressed this way on purpose. I don't think you are nearly as innocent as you say."
George pushed in and Dawn gasped for real this time. He went in slowly, still afraid of hurting her. But she was wet enough, so he increased his speed. He slid inside her again and again, fucking her hard and fast. She tried to continue talking the whole time, but she was having trouble with the intense pounding. "No, no! What would her ... parents think! They worked ... so hard ... to raise her right! She ... is a good girl ... oh!" She flung her hair back over her shoulders and cried out.
As her orgasm approached, she lost her ability to keep making sentences and just started shouting, "So wrong! So bad! So good! She needs it! She should fight! Oh no! She ... she..." She started shaking and screaming as the pleasure washed over her. Her knees buckled and she would have collapsed if George hadn't been holding her hips tightly.
He paused to let her recover. But he was soon back to his previous tempo. He felt his own orgasm approaching rapidly. She resumed her role-play. "Oh no, you are going to cum soon! You will probably cum inside her! And without protection! You could get her pregnant you know! Is that what you want, you want to get this pretty young thing knocked up? This is so unfair. All she wanted was to be a little sexy and now she is going to get a load of cum right up into her womb. Oh, George! Do it! Cum inside me!"
George couldn't take any more. He didn't know if it was just the vigorous nature of the encounter, or the talk about getting her pregnant. But he had never cum so hard in his life. He felt like he was cumming in quarts, yet none escaped her hungry pussy. It pulled and squeezed like it was trying to devour him.
Finally, he finished cumming. He pulled out his deflating cock and stumbled backwards, only to fall on the carpet with another loud crash. Dawn collapsed next to him. They were both out of breath and sweating through their clothing. George couldn't help but chuckle at the absurdity of the situation. There he was, his pants around his thighs, his sticky cock hanging out, laying next to a smoking hot genie with her shorts hanging on her knees. Her over-sized shirt had fallen open with one of her large breasts exposed. They looked at each other, and they both laughed at the state of things.
"So, what was it we were supposed to be doing?" asked George.
"I am not sure, but I think it might have had something to do with you making me lunch," said Dawn smiling.
"Oh really?" he grinned.
She crawled over to him, her shorts still around her knees and said, "Yep, and you said you were going to make it good because it is going to be my first meal, ever."
He kissed her, "Well, what are we waiting for. Lets get you fat and happy!" He had always liked that phrase. His dad had used it all the time before he died. The sudden memory of his long dead father brought him down from his euphoric high and he realized just how disheveled the both of them had become.
"Hey Dawn, can I wish for us to be refreshed and clean so that we can enjoy a delicious lunch without feeling gross?
He felt the tingle again. "Yes, I can do that."
"Sweet, do it. I suppose a shower would suffice, but I don't want to put off lunch any longer seeing as how dinner is coming up rather quickly."
"Aww, a shower sounds like fun," she whined. Tingle. Flash. Both of them were instantly clean and rested, like nothing had ever happened. In fact, his clothes were actually cleaner then when he had first put them on.
"Have I told yet how amazing you are?" he asked.
"Not today," she said sweetly.
"Well come on, I'll tell you over lunch." He stood up first and then helped her to her feet.
George scoured the kitchen for anything that might resemble a meal. His mother wasn't joking when she had asked him to go food shopping. There was nothing really easy to make, nor was anything particularly enticing.
Eventually, he decided that he would make as much as he knew how and hope she liked something. He started with some grilled chicken and a few spices, then put on some packaged noodles. The smells wafting from the chicken delighted Dawn to no end, and George had to hold her hair back to prevent it from catching fire a couple of times, as she bent low over the stove to get a good whiff.
As George cooked, Dawn moved around the kitchen, picked up every pot, utensil, and gadget, and examined it gleefully. Her favorite by far was the blender. She found a couple of oranges, an apple, a few grapes, and proceeded to blend the hell out of them. But she forgot the lid. One of the grapes shot across the room and bounced down the hall. Dawn chased after it, but she left the blender on and more bits of shredded fruit flew all over the walls and ceiling. In a panic, George tried to cover the opening with his hands. But not before he got a face full of orangey, applely, grapey goop.
When Dawn returned from her epic chase, the rogue grape safely trapped in her delicate fingers, her exuberance changed to hysterical laughter at the sight of George's awkward state over the blender. George just rolled his eyes as he waited for her to finish. He thought that the sound of her laughing was particularly divine, even if she was laughing at him.
Eventually, she turned off the blender. Then she gave George a kiss on the cheek where a large blob had landed, and sucked it in. The realization that she hadn't peeled the oranges or de-cored the apple hit her almost immediately. She swallowed it, but proceeded to make disgusted faces until the taste left her.
After the battle with the blender, Dawn continued her tour of the kitchen. If anything was edible, she took a nibble and proceeded to describe the sensations in every detail. George watched her from the stove. Her unending delight in the seemingly mundane amused him greatly. She knew what everything was and what everything was supposed to do or taste like. But the experience of those items was what she lacked, and she took it all in hungrily. He also noticed that Dawn had the uncanny knack of discovering which example of any group of like items was the best and why.
Dawn's curiosity finally abated, and she returned to George's side. "Can I help?" she asked happily.
"Sure, babe," he handed her a large plastic spoon, "stir those noodles for me. Yeah, like that. Keep it going until most of the water is gone."
"Okay. Babe," she said heavily.
"Oh sorry," he laughed nervously, "That just sort of slipped out. My ... nothing, sorry."
"It is quite fine, George. What were you going to say?"
"Nothing, its not important," he said shortly.
"Oh please, George. Do not do that. Tell me, tell me. Please!" said Dawn in mock anguish.
"Well, it's just ... my Dad used to call my Mom that all the time. It was his pet name for her I think."
"Oh," she said in quiet astonishment. "What did your Mother call him?"
"You're going to laugh at me."
"I would never. However, if you do not tell me, I may not be able to stop a few of these noodles from landing in your hair." She pulled out a particularly large noodle and placed it gingerly along the top of his head. "You see George, the rebellion begins."
"Okay, Okay! She called him Hotstuff."
Dawn brightened, "Aww, they sound cute together."
"Yeah, they were inseparable. My mom told me that, when they first started dating, she was in college a couple states away. He was some hotshot new lawyer in a big time law firm. But he quit his job so he could move closer to her."
"That is so romantic!" she squealed. "Now I know where you get it from."
"Nah, he was the master. He would make out with her right in the middle of a mall, or when we were out at dinner. The man had no shame."
"Shame is overrated. I bet your mother went weak in the knees when he did that."
"She would complain a little, but you could tell she was into it." He flipped the chicken, "Good times, good times."
"You can call me babe if you want to."
George's stomach did a back flip. He wasn't use to someone being so nice to him so easily and the feeling was slightly uncomfortable. But it felt good too. However, all the talk about his father had given him the sudden urge to change the subject.
"So where did that little role play come from?" he asked.
Dawn said, "It just came to me all of a sudden. Did you like it?"
"Surprisingly, yes. I had never really thought about getting a girl pregnant before, but it was ... hot."
She stirred the noodles absentmindedly. The look on her face suggested that she was thinking very hard about something. Finally she said, "I think part of me really wants to be taken advantage of."
"Well that doesn't sound that surprising," said George, "you did say that it was in your nature to be subservient."
"Right, but being subservient just means that I would be below you like a slave or an underling. This is different. It is like I want to be independent and capable and strong around you, but I also want to be made to accept my place as your personal whore ... Oh, sorry, pardon my language."
George laughed and said, "Liking sex doesn't make you a whore."
"It doesn't?" she asked hopefully.
"Of course not. Being a whore implies that you gave up your integrity to get what you want. All you've done is use sex to show affection. If that's not the most noble usage of sex, then I don't know what is."
"That is true I suppose. Thank you George." She hugged him tightly, forgetting her job of stirring the noodles. "Besides, I already have what I want."
Dawn continued, "The part about you taking advantage of me was mostly my idea, although I had a feeling you would enjoy seeing an innocent girl in a less then favorable position. As for the part about getting me pregnant, part of my makeup leads me to believe that you would like the idea of having children."
"Well, like I said, I haven't ever really thought about it. To be honest, I was starting to worry that I would never have any opportunities." Suddenly he realized that they hadn't taken any precautions to prevent her from actually getting pregnant. "Can you ... uh ... you know?"
"Can I get knocked-up? Only if you wish it. But since I was created for you, and you desire to have children, it is a part of me as well."
"What does that mean, that you were created for me? Who created you? And why?" George asked. He had many questions about her abilities, but wasn't quite sure how to ask about them.
"Sorry George, I guess I have been rather vague about myself. I will explain everything, do not worry." She tilted her head slightly, and her face squashed up as she thought. "Where should I start?" she thought out loud.
"Well, so far, all I know is that you can grant all of my sexual wishes, you have a great voice, you're really intelligent and intuitive, you like fat guys, you want children, and you're smoking hot. Other than that, I'm pretty much in the dark. Why don't you just start at the beginning and we'll go from there."
"Ah, the beginning. The perfect place to start." She added laughing, "And I do not like fat guys, thank you very much. I like one guy who is big and strong and nice and makes me cum very hard. Anything else is purely coincidence. What was I saying?"
"Oh yes, thank you. My story begins many years ago, sometime during the height of the Persian Empire. My mother was a young and beautiful tar player who fell in love with an aging nobleman. He courted her outside of marriage, and I was the result of their union. But my father was old, and less than thrilled at the prospect of an illegitimate son."
"Wait, hold on, time out! Are you telling me you're a dude?" he asked worried.
"No George, no! Dear me no. I was born a boy, yes, but once I was turned into a Genie servant I ceased to be that person and became raw potential. You saw it as a pink glowing mist."
"Are you sure?" he said with a raised eyebrow.
"Well I was..." she dragged out, "but as my Master, you are welcome to check if you like." She adopted a playful grin.
George wasn't really worried that she was a boy. He felt like he understood what she had been saying up to that point. But he wasn't going to turn down an invitation to check. He dropped the fork he was using to prod the chicken and moved behind her. He reached up and squeezed her big perky breasts playfully through her shirt.
She gasped, "Hey mister! Those are mine," she said in mock anger. She made no move to stop him.
"Nuh uh, they're mine. You're just holding them for me," he laughed. He reached down and rubbed her mound through her shorts as he ground his erection into her perfect butt. She bent a little to meet him.
"H, hey. I am trying not to burn these noodles," she said weakly. She leaned her head back against his shoulder. He reached up and brushed her hair aside so that he could nuzzle her neck.
George was enjoying they're closeness. Perky breasts and tight butt aside, he really liked being together with her. He kissed her neck tenderly and moved his hands underneath her shirt to rest them on her flat stomach. "Mmm," she moaned. Dawn reached up with one hand and ran her fingers through George's dark hair; the other struggled to keep stirring the noodles.
After about a minute of wandering touches and sweet kisses, Dawn said softly, "I really like this. I like being here with you, like this."
"Me too," was all he could manage.
Dawn turned so that she could kiss him properly. "So? Are you satisfied?" she asked with a smile.
"Not even a little bit. But I do believe that you are not a boy."
"Well that is a relief," she said jokingly.
The two exchanged a look of mutual enchantment. George was embarrassed, and his first inclination was to look away, but he suppressed the urge quickly. For the first time in a very long while, George was completely happy. He embraced the feeling and let it take him over.
Suddenly, the chicken started spitting and sizzling differently to signify that it was done. George was snapped from his reverie and turned his attention to their food. "Chicken's done. How are those noodles coming?"
"Nothing brown. Is that a good sign?" she asked.
They both leaned in to confirm that the noodles were ready. When they're faces were mere inches away, Dawn turned and gave George a quick kiss on his cheek. George's stomach did another back-flip.
"Um, good job babe, now go into that cupboard up there, no the other one, right, and get a couple of plates. Split the noodles evenly and I'll add the chicken."
The two sat down next to each other at the breakfast table and dug in. To George's amazement, the food was actually better than he had ever made it before.
"Wow, this is better than I remember. What the heck did I do to it?"
Dawn devoured the noodles quickly, moaning in appreciation. She then started in on the chicken more slowly but with no less adulation. "It was part of your wish. You wanted us clean so that we could enjoy a delicious lunch together. Anyway, what was I saying before?" asked Dawn.
George was slightly alarmed. He'd have to be more careful with his wishes if she was going to read so far into them. "Uh, boy," he said finally.
"Right, thank you. My father was powerful, and imagined a plot by my mother to blackmail him. Much of his fortune had already been bled dry by his excessive gambling anyway. He was angry, at me and my mother. In a drunken rage, he tossed me from a balcony into a nearby alley."
"That's terrible," said George somberly.
"Agreed. I survived the fall, but I was damaged beyond saving. Naturally, my mother was quite upset, and ran through the streets looking for a healer who could set me right. But each one turned her down, as it was clear to all but my mother that I did not have long.
Eventually, her cries were heard by a sorcerer, who saw an opportunity to gain the favor of a beautiful young woman. He knew of no spell that could save me directly. However, he did know of one that could summon a Major Genie. In exchange for performing the extremely difficult and costly incantation, she would be required to become the sorcerer's wife.
She agreed, and the sorcerer cast the spell. When the Genie appeared and listened to my mother's plea, he was so moved by her selflessness and willingness to give anything for the life of her child that he offered her a bargain instead. In exchange for me, he would grant my mother one wish, any wish that she could imagine."
"Wow, one wish. Anything you could dream of," marveled George. "So, what did she wish for?" He had stopped eating and sat on the edge of his seat as he listened to Dawn's tale.
Dawn reached for his hand and held it tightly. She gazed lovingly deep down into him. "She wished, that no matter what my fate may be, that I be happy, blessed, and most of all, that I be truly loved, for as long as I live."
George was taken aback. "Out of all the things she could have wished for, all the money and power, eternal life even, and she used her one wish on you?"
"That's ... that's awesome," he said quietly.
"When the Major Genie heard my mother's wish, he granted it with pleasure. He told my mother that I was going away for a while, but that I would return one day when someone who would be capable of giving me that life emerged. They would be courageous, cunning, kind, loyal, just, adventurous, and would show me a perfect love. Just like the love I would give them in return.
As she turned me over to the Genie, she sang to me one last time. Inspired, the Genie made sure that the one who would someday open my vessel would know that song. That I would not appear until the song was played again on my mother's tar."
"And you think, that I'm that person?"
George didn't know what to say. While he was impressed with Dawn's story, and her mother's wish, he had trouble believing that he was the one who could meet the conditions of Dawn's vessel.
He must have stayed quiet for too long because Dawn interrupted his funk. "George, what are you thinking?"
"I was just thinking that your vessel made a mistake."
Appalled, she asked, "Why would you say that, George?"
"Well, I mean, sure I know the song, but I'm not anyone special. I'm just, just..."
"And if you were any other way, the vessel would not have opened for you. A wish is a wish, as long as the proper conditions are met and it is worded carefully, the effects are unlimited and absolute."
"I still think the vessel is a bit premature. I mean, I've never been particularly courageous or adventurous."
"I do not believe you give yourself enough credit. You may not show all of those qualities now, but you will. Otherwise, you would never have known the song needed to open the vessel."
George sighed, "You may not believe this Dawn, but I'm kind of a loser. I wasn't on the honor roll, I wasn't captain of the football team, I've never left the country, I've never had a girlfriend. Hell, I've only had one friend in my entire life."
"All those things may be true, but that doesn't make you a loser. Timid, maybe. Unlucky, more likely. But please do not call yourself a loser."
"Yeah, well, you're biased."
She laughed. "You got me there."
George still wasn't convinced, but decided to drop the subject. He didn't like talking about his qualities or his shortcomings. "So, what happened to your mother?"
"I do not know for sure. The Genie did not impart to me any more knowledge of my family. Nor do I know anything about the sorcerer. But, I like to believe that my mother led a long and happy life. Maybe her descendants still live on somewhere." She stared off into the distance and wore a faraway look.
"Do you miss her?" asked George.
"Not really, I did not know her for longer than a few hours. But she seemed to be a good person, and I am thankful that she loved me enough to want to save me. I think I would have liked to have known her. But I am with you now, the one who would make my mother's wish come true. I have no regrets."
George thought that he should say something that would console her. But she didn't seem to be upset at all. The memory of her long dead parent wasn't some weight that held her down like it did George. It made him remember his father, and curse his own weakness.
"So, that instrument, it's called a tar?"
"Yes, a Persian tar to be more precise. It is a precursor to your modern guitar actually."
"Lucky for me it plays almost the same way. So you were inside that thing for..." George did some figuring in his head, "over two thousand years?"
"Yes. But the passage of time is not felt inside the vessel. Nor did I have any knowledge of the outside world. It is difficult to explain."
"So, you only know what the Major Genie wanted you to know?"
"Almost. I also have a basic understanding of the world, as told through your experience. Once you opened the vessel, certain types of knowledge where imparted to me. For instance: language, customs, technology, mathematics, and history. Of course, there are still a few blank spots. Slang, for starters."
George laughed, "That's gonna be fun. So, why did this genie make you into a genie servant? I mean, why didn't he just make you healthy, so you could live with your mother?"
Dawn stopped eating to think. "That's a good question. Genies can be prone to doing things on a whim just like humans can be. And their whims tend to have more of an impact on the world. However, in this case, I am not so sure it was just a whim."
"What do you mean?"
"It is ... difficult to explain. I have this feeling that you were chosen for more than just fulfilling my mother's wish. As wonderful as you are, I am sure that another could have come before you. Perhaps the major genie required that I be in this time. I wonder..."
George wondered along with her. "Maybe ... maybe something happened to your vessel, and it was lost."
"That is a very remote possibility. The magic of the vessel is extremely powerful, if limited in it's scope." She wondered for a bit longer, but eventually gave up with a shrug. "It is probably nothing. If it was truly important, my creator would given me the knowledge."
"Alright, so you were in the vessel for two thousand some-odd years, and then I released you?"
"Exactly," Dawn said as she chewed, "when you played the tune, you released my essence, my incorporeal form, which is raw potential at that point. I had no thoughts or senses, only the need to find a Master. Part of the magic of the Genie's vessel is to facilitate a Genie's intended owner in actually receiving the Genie's essence. This mostly means that you needed to be alone and safe. Once I was free, I took on the physical and mental characteristics that would make me you're ideal partner."
"My perfect woman huh?" said George.
"Well, I would not presume so much as to say I am perfect. But as far as you are concerned, I am nothing more or less than exactly what you need at any given moment."
"So that's what you mean when you say you are created to my specifications?"
"Yes," she said simply.
"But I didn't even know what my ideal match would be until I met you."
Dawn leaned over and kissed him quickly, "Then you are pleased?"
The meaning of what he had just said struck him. "Dawn, so far I couldn't be more pleased."
She flashed a delightful smile as she giggled nervously. "Thank you very much George. But you are right, because your experience with love had not gone beyond longing, I was forced to dig deeper into your desires then is normal. Most of what I am has come from your subconscious. And I had to fill in the gaps when there was something that had never even occurred to you on any level. It is possible that there may be a few things about me that you are initially put off by. But as we spend more time together I will learn more about what you want and need, and you can always make a wish if you prefer that I act differently."
"Let's not do that. That seems pretty unfair to you. Everyone deserves the right make a few mistakes."
Dawn didn't say anything. She took a few more bites of her food and George could see that she was having trouble keeping her smile in check.
Eventually, Dawn asked, "George, if you don't mind me asking, how did you come upon my vessel?"
George ate his food as he spoke. "I found it at my work. I was cleaning up so I could go home for the day when I found this weird looking guitar sitting right out in the open. I figured somebody left it behind on accident, so I was going to bring it with me on Monday to try and give it back. Fat chance of that happening now."
"You could if you wanted to," she added, "I am not tied to the vessel anymore now that I am bonded to you. So someone else having the tar would make little difference."
"Well that's good to know," he chortled. "But what I meant was, I'm not going to give you up to whoever owned the thing before, even if they were some Major Genie."
She smiled happily, "Thanks, Hotstuff!"
George rolled his eyes again.
"But seriously, George, you do not know how happy it makes me to hear you say that. You really do not know what it means to have control of a genie servant, do you?"
"I guess not. If I'm doing something wrong you'll correct me right?"
"That is what I am talking about George. Do you not see? You cannot do wrong by me. Whatever you think is correct is what is correct. My affection for you will never change no matter how you treat me," she sounded a bit exasperated.
"I understand what you're saying, but if I can't do anything to upset you or hurt you, can I really do anything to make you happy? I mean ... I'm trying to say ... is what you and I feeling real if it can't be contested?"
She thought for a moment before answering, "I am afraid I cannot speak for you George. As for me, I know how I feel, and it feels real. That is all I need. And there is no other way that I can be, so we might as well accept that I will always feel this way." She moved closer to him and looked up at him with her gorgeous eyes, "Is that not comforting? Is that not what true love is?"
George looked away feeling embarrassed. "I'm sorry Dawn, I'm just not used to this type of thing being so easy. You were right when you said that I haven't had much luck with women."
"There is no need to be sorry. I am not your typical woman in any case. And besides, I know what you really mean. I feel similar. I was not prepared to find out that my Master would treat me so well. If you like, I can give you some advice."
"Yeah, please do."
"Thank you. I have not known you long, but I can tell what kind of person you are. If it is your desire to make me happy, just as it is mine to make you happy, then you are doing a very good job. You should do what you think is right by you. And if that means making me feel like the luckiest girl on earth," she placed the back of her hand on her forehead in an exaggerated woe-is- me pose, "then I am prepared to bear that burden."
George couldn't help but laugh.
"And George, remember that we've known each other less then 24 hours. Many of these questions will be sorted out in time." She smiled and finished eating her food. "This was really great by the way. Thank you very much for lunch." She hugged him again.
"You helped. What do you think you want to do for dinner?"
"I do not know," she thought out loud, "There is so much I have not even tasted."
"I think I might have an idea. My Mom has an account with a local sandwich shop that delivers. She often gets food for me and my sisters from there and charges her account. I know the owner, he won't mind if I use the account too. Does that sound good?"
"That sounds great! Do they have any fruit?" asked Dawn excitedly.
"Yeah, they actually make really great smoothies there. I bet they even have one with apples, oranges, and grapes. Sans peels and cores of course."
"Ooh, you said that with great significance," she said. She smiled wryly as she pointed a finger at him.
"I'm just saying," laughed George, "Okay, I'll go order for us." He called the sandwich shop and ordered four different kinds of sandwiches, two large soups, a smoothie for each of them, and some bread for dipping. He wanted to have a large enough spread so that she could try lots of different things. He thought about how strange it was to enjoy himself so much. Even mundane actions like eating seemed like an adventure around her. Everything felt new and exciting. He hadn't felt so alive since he was a child.
George returned to the kitchen to find Dawn still sitting in her chair. Something was different about her though. She was facing him, her perfectly shaped thighs clamped together. Her back arched, and she thrust her breasts forward. George could see a bit more cleavage peaking through the top of her over-sized dress shirt. She held on to the bottom of her chair with her arms rigid at her sides.
She looked at him innocently and seductively. "George, I am still hungry," she purred.
"Oh, uh, I think there is still a few grapes around here somewhere."
"Hmm, I was thinking more along the lines of something meaty."
"Yes, something nice and long that I can taste for a while. Something that I could wrap my lips around and feel sliding over my tongue. Something warm and hard, with a gooey center. Do you have anything like that for me?"
George gulped and stepped towards her. Her innuendo was so thick that even he could picked up on it. He was still nervous, but his cock became hard almost instantly.
"Oh, it looks like you just might. Do you think I could have a little taste? Just a little? Please?" She licked her lips lightly. George was so suddenly horny that he wanted to just rip her clothes off and take her over the kitchen table. He thought she looked so cute and sexy. But he restrained himself. He wanted to see where this encounter was going.
"Well," he said, "I suppose. But only because you asked so nicely." He strode forward until he was standing over her thighs and pulled his pants down just enough to let his cock out. It pointed directly at her pretty face.
She beamed at him. "Thank you, George. If I behave myself do you think I could have another little taste later?"
"We'll see, you show me how much of a good girl you can be and I'll consider it."
"For you George, I can be the best girl." She leaned forward and wrapped her succulent lips around the head of his cock. She wasted no time and slid all the way down his shaft sucking and slurping obscenely as she whetted his length.
Like the blowjob she had given him the previous night, she didn't use her hands. Her arms remained rigid as she gripped the bottom of her chair. But unlike the first, this was much more messy and vigorous. "Mmph, Mmph, umph," were the sounds she made in her cute, breathy, muffled voice. She bobbed up and down quickly and sloppily. Drops of saliva and precum mixed together before dripping down on the front of her shirt, then down into her cleavage.
"Ugh, hey Dawn, you are going to ruin my shirt like that."
"Mm thowy Horthe," was all she could manage with his big cock down her throat. Without moving her hands, the buttons of her shirt unfastened themselves one by one until her beautiful tits were exposed. George reached down and ran his large fingers through her hair and held it back so he could watch his cock slide all the way in, and then all the way out again as her tits bounced wildly.
The visual was quickly pushing him over the edge and he grunted in ecstasy. She must have known how close he was, because she slowed down and held just the head in her mouth until he came back down. Then she returned to her exuberant blowjob.
George desperately tried to think of ways to prolong the experience. Suddenly he had an idea. Why not ask her about her abilities now? It would help get his mind thinking about other things at least.
"So, uh ... as my Genie, oh ... what kind of things can you, whoa crap ... do?" he managed as she bobbed up and down.
She swallowed all of him and held there for a moment which elicited a gasp from George. Then she pulled out slowly and started licking his shaft top to bottom. "My ... slurp ... primary ... mmph ... abilities are for ... umph ... giving you any physical..." she took him all the way in again and he could feel her tongue swirl around him. She pulled out again and continued, " ... or mental pleasure."
"Ugh ... I got that part. What else..."
Dawn kept up her messy tongue bath as she continued, "I can change your ... slurp ... appearance as well as my own ... slurp ... to anything you like. Mmph..." she moaned as she took his head and swirled her tongue around it again. "I can also ... slurp ... facilitate sex with any other person ... mmph ... that you desire."
"Okay ... ugh ... can I wish that you feel what I'm feeling right now?"
Her eyes went wide, "Mmm-hmm."
"Do it. Holy shit!"
Suddenly, Dawn started to squirm and quiver as she worked his cock harder and faster. She moaned loudly and uncontrollably as she could feel what it felt like to give herself a blowjob. George realized this might not have been such a good idea because now nobody was in control to bring them down. He thought quickly.
"Wait wait, tell me what else you can do! Neither of us can cum until you tell me everything!"
He said this just in time because he could feel himself about to blow. Now they were both trapped just before the point of no return. The pleasure was intense and made George's head foggy.
Dawn groaned in frustration as she sucked him hard in a vane attempt to get herself off. Finally, she pulled away and went back to licking him. "I can ... mmph ... create fictional scenarios ... mmph ... without limit. I can read ... slurp ... minds, I have ... mmph ... abilities for blending in to my ... hmmm ... environment. Mmph ... I could suck your big beautiful cock forever!"
She lost control of herself for a moment. She was panting and sweating, and she screamed with George's cock in her mouth. Her eye's watered. When she regained some semblance of control over herself she continued. "I can slow down time ... hmmm ... I can protect you from harm ... slurp ... I can keep you young until we die! I can do anything! Just let me feel you cum down my throat! Please!"
The two finally exploded as their climax overtook them. George pulled her head all the way down his cock and held her there. Dawn, with her arms still rigid at her sides, cried out in muffled pleasure. Long ropes of his cum drained into her and she gulped it down gladly. George could see her tummy contract and shake as her own orgasm crashed through her.
As his cock softened George, backed away slowly. Inch after inch of his cock slid out of her warm wet mouth. The head popped free and Dawn gasped for breath. "Wow," she breathed, "I am really good."
They both laughed as they tried to catch their breath. George said, "Let's keep that wish going from now on. Whenever you make me feel any sort of pleasure, you feel it too. Will that work?"
He felt the tingling again. "Yes George, and thank you for that. I really loved giving you blowjobs before. But now I think I am really REALLY going to love it!" The magical wash cloth appeared once more and she cleaned both of them slowly and deliberately. She gave his flaccid cock a sweet little kiss before putting it away. "Bye bye hotstuff Jr, I will see you soon," she said in a sing-song voice.
He laughed again, he had never laughed so much in one day. "Where did that come from? I mean, I'm not complaining at all, it was incredible, but I didn't even wish for that."
"You are not the only one who desires, George. I wanted to thank you properly for being such a kind and generous Master. And I realized it had been almost an hour since I had your cock in me, so I decided to show a little initiative. Part of my makeup suggests that you would like your woman to show some initiative from time to time."
George knelt down between her sexy legs and rested his hands on her thighs. He leaned in and kissed her flat stomach. "That's true, but you didn't have to give me a blowjob to thank me."
"Oh but I wanted to George! I really love sucking your cock! If you would let me, I would be fucking your brains out all day long! Oh, sorry, I got a little carried away. Please excuse my vulgarity."
George reached up and massaged her tits. Dawn moaned in response. "You know, you try to look innocent, but you are really a dirty girl."
"I am sorry George. I just cannot help it. I want to be good, really. But when you touch me like that you make me so wet." Her shirt had fallen almost completely off and it hung uselessly around her elbows while she ran her fingers through George's hair.
"Wow, you are really sensitive there huh?" he said as he pinched her nipples.
"Uh-huh," she moaned. "I will admit that I was surprised to see how large my breasts were when I first materialized. But I like them, and I really like the way you like them." Dawn leaned her head back and moaned as George took one in his mouth. "Oh George, please fuck me again! You are driving me wild!"
"I'll do you one better. I wish to, how did you put it, fuck your brains out?"
Her eyes flashed gold and the tingle returned. She gasped and began to tremble. "Oh yes George! Take me to paradise with your big thick cock!" He became hard instantly. Even though he had just cum he felt totally rejuvenated.
George reached underneath her legs and picked her up off of her chair. He then wiped the dishes off the kitchen table in one swoop of his arm, letting them crash to the floor. He laid Dawn on top of it and ripped her boxer shorts off. He was on fire. He couldn't even think.
Suddenly, something in him began to guide his movements. First, it showed him the precise angle from which to enter her from. Then, it told him what to do with his hands as he caressed her big tits. Finally, it revealed what his lips were for, and he kissed her passionately before moving down to suck on her nipples. Dawn cried out again and again as she could feel the pleasure she was giving George as well as her own.
The invisible guide controlled George like it was training him how to make love to Dawn. Everything it showed him was exactly what he needed to do to bring Dawn closer to a climax. And climax she did. She screamed as her whole body quaked with the waves of her orgasm. George felt her pussy contract and moisten even further.
But George wasn't done. The guide told him to flip her over and take her from behind. He obeyed unconsciously, his only thoughts where of admiration for Dawn's incredible body, and the sweet wordless moans and screams she made. He reached forward and took hold of her silky golden brown hair, gripping it tightly. Dawn could do nothing but brace herself as George held her off the floor and ground his cock into her, stimulating every part of her exactly as she needed it. His hands held on to her hips and ass, and massaged her as she came again, this time even harder than the first.
Dawn looked back at George with a delirious look and tried to string some sort of sentence together. But all she could muster were the beginnings of a few words that didn't make sense to George. A few tears had escaped her beautiful lust filled eyes. But George was still not finished. He was close to his own orgasm and the invisible guide prodded him toward one last position.
George picked her up carefully and brought her over to the living room couch. He laid down face up and held her so that she was facing away from him. He then lifted her up and lowered her on to his pole. Dawn's breathing was erratic and quick. She gasped and wailed as he forced her up and down his shaft. Adrenalin fueled his muscles as he gripped her by the hips and worked the proper angles as he was guided.
He could feel the pressure in the pit of his stomach, and he knew he was going to cum soon. He suddenly had the urge to say something to her to push her over the final barrier. He sat up and whispered through her feathered hair, "Master has you."
Her body went rigid and she let out a broken lust filled scream. Her spasming pussy pushing him over the edge, and he exploded within her. Dawn rode out the intense pleasure. When it was over, her body went limp. Her arms fell uselessly to her sides. Her head fell back against his shoulder. All of her primal moans ceased. She had passed out.
George laid on the couch with Dawn lying on top of him for a few minutes as he caught his breath. He was tired and sore, relieved and content. As his senses gradually returned to him he began to realize that Dawn was still not moving. "Dawn? Dawn!" She did not stir.
George was now starting to get very worried. He slid out from under her and knelt beside the couch. He could see that she was still breathing. He checked her pulse and her heart beat seemed fine. He shook her a bit and called her name again. Nothing. "Oh no," he thought, "I've fucked her into a coma."
George began to panic. He thought that maybe he should call a doctor. But what would he tell them? "Well you see, I was fucking her brains out when she lost consciousness. You think there is a connection?" He racked his brain trying to think of something that could help. Then he remembered, "What about a wish? Did she have to be awake to grant them?"
"I wish for Dawn to be safe, healthy, clean, and comfortable," he declared.
Dawn was suddenly clothed in a comfy looking set of light blue cotton pajamas. The top was a tank top with the belly cut out of it and the bottoms hugged her curves lightly. A pillow appeared beneath her head. She breathed softly and evenly. Her body was no longer sweaty and flushed; it was clean and relaxed, just as he wished. George let out and audible sigh of relief.
Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. "Delivery from Walt's Wiches," came a girl's voice.
George recognized it as Lindsey, the sandwich shop owner's daughter. George had gone to high school with her. She had been the closest thing that he ever had to a girlfriend prior to Dawn. George quickly fixed his disheveled clothing and composed himself as best he could before striding to the front door.
"Hey George," said Lindsey happily, "I've got your order. How have you been? You look good." Lindsey had always had the habit of talking very quickly whenever she was around him. George never had a clue why. He had always liked her, as she had been one of the few people who ever stood up for him in high school. But she was always a nerd herself and her voice never had much clout, no matter how right she always was.
However, George was shocked when he caught site of her. She had always been cute in that nerdy girl sort of way, but she looked downright sexy as she stood in the doorway. She had long deep red hair which she always wore up in a pony tail. Her freckly face was devoid of glasses and George caught site of her pretty green eyes for the first time. He had never remembered her for her figure, but the skin tight jean shorts and small bright yellow polo shirt brought them into full focus. Her legs look toned and tan.
Apparently, George had stared too long because Lindsey quietly let loose an, "Ahem."
"Oh right! Sorry. You look ... good ... too Lindsey," stammered George.
She giggled, "You always were a charmer. Mind if I come in?" She pushed her way past George and set the bag full of food on the kitchen table. She looked around in bewilderment at the level of devastation. The Kitchen walls were covered in fruit guts, the contents of the pantry were partially sprawled out over the floor, and several dishes were smashed. "Jesus, what happened in here?"
"I uh, was making lunch and uh..."
"Yeah I see that," she interjected, "maybe you should leave the lunches to us, ey?"
George had always been unsure of how to handle Lindsey's prickly demeanor. Though she was always nice to him she was also headstrong and intimidating. "Yeah, suppose so."
The two stood in the kitchen for an uncomfortable moment before Lindsey began again. "So ... what have you been up too? It's been over a year since I saw you last. Did you get into any colleges?"
"No," he said meekly, "I tried community college for a semester but as it turns out, a lot of people from our high school go there too, They didn't make it easy on me."
She looked pissed, "You know that really bites, I never understood why they laid into you so much."
George shrugged, "Easy target I guess."
"What about a university? Your grades were good enough to get into State."
"I thought about it," said George, "But I couldn't leave my mom. She's had a hard time ever since ... well, you know."
"Yeah I know," she said dejectedly.
"But what about you, how are you liking State?"
"Oh I love it. I'm like a whole new woman. I joined a sorority, and things are never dull."
That explained the new look. "That's cool. So are you home for the summer?"
"Yep," she said happily, "I'm earning a little money at dad's shop so that I won't have to work so hard during the school year. He really needs the help anyway. What about you? You work?"
"Uh yeah, I teach kids how to swim down at the wellness center."
"Oh wow! I can definitely picture you doing that. You've always been good with kids. But things are good?"
"Well, things have been pretty much the same."
She cringed, "That bad huh?"
"Yeah, but lately things have been looking up."
"Well, that's good at least. I really missed you George." She looked at him bashfully for a moment, "We uh, we should hang out sometime, before I have to go back. We can catch up."
"Uh yeah! Definitely ... need to do that."
"Always the charmer." She laughed. "Well, I'd better get going. The shop doesn't really get anything done unless I'm there." She started to walk back towards the door, but stopped when she noticed Dawn sleeping soundly on the couch. "Oh, what's with sleeping beauty?"
George suddenly felt like this might not end well, "Oh, um, that's Dawn, my girlfriend."
She looked at him in shock. "YOU have a GIRLFRIEND?" she dragged out.
"Yeah, I mean I think so."
"Uh-huh, and where did you find her? She's ... hot," admitted Lindsey reluctantly.
George thought about telling her about how she sprung forth from a two millennia old Persian tar to grant him all his sexual wishes, but thought better of it. "Actually, she sort of, found me."
"Oh, well ... that's great! Good for you George," she said unconvincingly. "Well, I'll um ... call you."
"Um ... bye," she said. She moved for the door rapidly and let herself out.
George couldn't help but feel relieved. Normally he would have been glad to see Lindsey, but he was too focused on Dawn to really give her the attention she deserved. He looked over to where Dawn was sleeping with the hope that she would be awake. But she lay there blissfully. He decided that he would let her rest when he noticed the mess Lindsey had pointed out to him. He wandered around the kitchen and cleaned up as best he could while Dawn slept.
After a short while however, George became very lonely again. He kept shooting glances at the couch hoping to see Dawn stir, but she didn't. With his heart definitely not in to the cleaning, he walked back over to Dawn and sat on the floor next the couch. He could see a small contented smile around the edges of her mouth. George desperately wanted to kiss her or touch her or talk to her, anything to stop him from thinking about how lonely he was without her. Eventually, he settled on stoking her pretty hair.
As his large hand caressed her, he thought about all that had happened in the past few hours. She had come into his life so swiftly that he could scarcely believe that she was real. But he had too. The alternative was just too painful. It made his insides ache just to think about it.
"Dawn," he said softly, "I don't know if you can hear me or not. I guess it doesn't matter. I just really need to say this. I think that if I don't do it now I may never have the nerve to again." He breathed heavily as he continued, "I made a mistake when I was young, and I've been paying for it ever since. There was someone that I loved very much, who loved me very much, who I took for granted. It was my dad. I assumed that he would always be there, that no matter what happened I'd be okay with him around.
But he died. I've never been able to feel that way about anyone ever since." He swallowed hard, "I was too afraid of losing it. That's why I don't have many friends. At times its been really hard to carry on. I thought about ending it once or twice.
But ever since you came around with your sweet voice, and your pretty hair, and your hot body ... and your eyes, I can feel those barriers I put up falling away. And I feel myself needing you more and more with each passing moment. I don't know if you know this, but I almost cried this morning when you weren't there. God that's so pathetic, but it's true. And then I heard you singing and I wanted to run away, because I thought that if you were real then it couldn't last, I would lose you.
But I'm tired of running. I'm going to make a promise to you, and to myself. I promise to never take you, or your abilities, or any part of you for granted. I promise that I won't push you away. In fact, let's make it a wish. I wish to never take you for granted. I wish for every day with you to be at least as amazing as this one."
He had begun to cry and hastily wiped his eyes on his shirt. "At the very least, I want to thank you for making my life worth living again. You came at a time when what I needed most was for someone to take a chance on me. You saved me. I'll never forget that."
Just then George heard a sniffle come from Dawn. She opened her eyes slowly. A torrent of tears winded their way down her cheeks. "Sorry, I was listening," she said softly.
George held her hand and continued to stroke her hair. "For how long?" he asked.
"Ever since you called me your girlfriend," her voiced cracked heavily.
"Is that okay with you? I mean, if it's not I understand I just..."
"Stop it," she said quickly, "I am yours. In whatever way you want, I am yours."
He merely nodded.
"You do not believe me?"
"It's not that. I..." he tried desperately to get the words out, but Dawn's heavenly gaze brought him closer to a place he had been afraid to go for so long. "I don't know..." he whispered.
Dawn raised herself off the couch so that she was at eye level with him. She looked deep into his eyes, and was about to say something when George stopped her.
"Don't..." he interrupted.
"I am sorry. You are my Master, and your wish is my command. But you need to hear this, as much as I need to say it. Please, do not stop me."
He couldn't fight it anymore. He couldn't even speak. All of his past guilt and self-loathing was silenced for a moment. For the first time, George wanted someone to love him. All he could do was hang his head and wait.
Dawn made him look at her by pulling his chin forward with a gentle nudge from her delicate fingers. She then held his hands tightly and gave him a look that he could swear was familiar. It was gentle and fearless. It was forgiving and shameless. It was everything she was in its purest form. It was absolute heaven.
"I do not care if you believe me or not. I do not care if you have earned it or not. I love you. I always will. And someday, you will realize how much."
George didn't know what to do. Part of him wanted to run. Part of him didn't want to believe it. But one overwhelming part of him began to hope, and it took him over. Finally, after years of feeling fearful, and lonely, and broken, he was whole. He wasn't completely fixed, but the missing pieces were finally there. He could see his whole life laid out before him as one long string of glorious experiences with Dawn by his side.
His thoughts broke him down, and his veneer of cold self-sufficiency melted away. All that was left was the belief that he was loved. He cried. He cried harder then he ever had before. Dawn pulled him close, kissed his forehead, and held him tightly. They stayed that way for a long time.