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 Author: Zorlond
Title: Grand Ted
Part: Chapter 2
Summary: A 13-year-old boy named Ted has just moved to a new house, and
discovers a magical surprise in the basement.  Let the temptations begin.
Keywords: no sex

   Chapter 2 - Meet Chantelle

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   "Hey, careful!" The green-skinned woman bent down to carefully pick up
the flashlight.  "I know it doesn't look like much, but it's where I
live..." She turned it slowly over in her hands, appearing to look for any
signs of damage.

   Ted just stared at her.  She was a young woman, but older than his big
sister.  To his barely-teen mind, that tended to put her in the realm of
'old people', but that didn't seem fair, somehow.  She didn't look anything
like his mom.  Especially with that figure...  Calling the mysterious woman
'voluptuous' would have been a disservice.  Her breasts were huge, and from
the angle she happened to be giving him, he could easily see that each one
was bigger than her head.  And they stood proud and firm, as she stood up
they bounced slightly before settling in their red halter-top with it's
plunging neckline.  Her chest thrust out from a brief blue jacket, left
unbuttoned all the way to reveal cleavage and bare belly.  Below her inny
belly button rested a dark skirt stretched taut across wide hips, ending
just below mid-thigh to give way to bare, shapely legs that finally reached
a pair of high heels.  All that still managed to penetrate his senses even
as he struggled with the fact that all of her skin was bright green.  Her
mane of hair was a darker shade of green, matching her lips and eyeshadow.
She held out her hand.  "Well, no harm done.  May I ask your name?"

   Ted blinked, barely registering the question.  And it took him a moment
to realize she was holding out the flashlight for him to take.  "Oh, uh...
Ted.  Ted Haroldson." He gingerly took the flashlight, and held it so they
both could see each other.  He had to look up to see her face, and doing so
also gave him an upwards view of her mammoth chest...  He had a hard time
not staring.  Having recently re-discovered girls, he was finding it hard
to concentrate, as her figure was doing things to him.  Things he would be
hard-pressed to explain to any woman, let alone one as sexy as her.

   Casually turning around to step away from him, the mysterious woman gave
Ted a reprieve from her glorious bosom to show him her back, her hair
extending down in loose waves to end in a point directly over her
wonderfully bubbled butt as it flexed under her tight skirt.  "Well, Ted
Haroldson, my name is Chantelle.  And that, in your hand..." She paused
here to turn around again and casually pull herself up to sit on a steel
box, crossing her legs as she settled.  "Is my lamp."

   Ted looked at Chantelle, then down at the grungy flashlight in his hand.
"Your...  lamp?" He turned it over, half expecting it to say 'Made in
China' somewhere.  "Your flashlight?"

   "Well, technically, I believe that particular design is known as a
lantern.  But yes."

   Ted looked back up at her.  "And why would you have a lantern?"

   Chantelle's mouth split open in another bright smile.  "Why, because
it's where I live.  I'm a genie."

   "Right." That was a step too much for Ted.  "Where are the cameras? 
Very funny.  If you're loading this to YouTube, I demand a cut of the
profits." He started shining the flashlight...  okay, lantern...  left and
right, sweeping the basement for any sign of someone or something else.

   "Ted," Chantelle began, then when she realized he wasn't paying
attention to her, she made a brief gesture.  From the tips of her fingers
sprung green smoke, remaining tightly together as it shot out to Ted and
wrapped around his chest, pinning his arms to his sides.  He struggled
briefly, before realizing the smoke was holding him solidly, and pulling
him relentlessly over to where Chantelle sat.  Looking up at her face, Ted
saw a patient and firm expression.  "Ted.  This is real." With that said,
she gestured again, and the green smoke dissipated and vanished.

   Chantelle sat back and just looked at Ted as he considered this.  It
took him a bit to take it all in.  Finally, he asked, "So, genie.  As in
Aladdin's Lamp?  Three wishes, anything I want?"

   Chantelle shrugged, answering, "I've never dealt with anyone called
'Aladdin'.  But yes, you do get wishes, and they can be anything you
want..." She raised a finger pointedly.  "Within certain limits."

   Ted sighed.  "Of course, always a catch."

   She shook her head.  "No, not catches.  Limits.  First and foremost, I
can't have sex with you." He smile returned, impish this time.  "Oh, don't
deny that you thought about it.  Every single man I've served for has
wished for that right off.  And I don't blame them." She leaned backwards,
resting on her hands, which pushed her already impossible-to-overlook
breasts to new heights of display.  "Quite frankly, if I could let them, I
very much would.  But anytime someone tries, I just go back into the
lantern, and I can't bring you with me, either."

   Ted tried to look somewhere else to hide his embarrassment.  He tried to
tell himself that he wasn't going to wish for that anyways, but he had to
admit to himself that he'd sorta been thinking in that direction...  "Okay,
no sex and no going into your lantern.  What else."

   Chantelle took a more serious tone.  "I can't kill anyone.  Directly or
indirectly.  Trying just doesn't work."

   "Well, I suppose that makes sense," Ted muttered.

   "Ted?!" Ted jumped as he heard his name called down the stairs.  "Are
you okay?"

   Trying to think fast, Ted hurried over to the landing for the basement
stairs and looked up.  "I'm okay, mom.  Just...  looking for the circuit
breakers.  Alone.  In the dark." His nerves were shaking a bit, but he
tried to act cool.

   "Okay," Carol said, standing in the limited light upstairs.  "If it's
not down there, it might be on the outside of the house."

   "Gotcha," Ted answered.  An awkward silence passed before Ted realized
he'd look suspicious if he didn't get moving, so he stepped back into the
dark of the basement.  A few moments later, he heard his mom walking away.
Sighing, he rubbed at his forehead.  "Whew, that was close."

   Chantelle, still in her seat on the metal box, just smiled.  "I was
about to get to that, Ted.  You're the only one who can see and hear me."
Looking a little impish once again, she continued, "I could start dancing
in the middle of a crowded room and you'd be the only one to notice."

   Ted just looked at her for a moment.  "Okay, that turns this back into
some kind of not-real thing.  A joke, or delusion..."

   She shook her head.  "Nobody can see or hear you talking to me, either.
If your mom came down here, you could say anything you wanted to me, and
she wouldn't notice any of it.  That's no delusion."

   Ted frowned.  "Pardon me if I reserve judgment on that."

   Chantelle shrugged.  "Fair enough.  Now, lastly, I have a few tidbits of
advice for you.  They're not hard rules, but you may want to listen." She
paused, looking into Ted's eyes for a moment, until she was confident of
his attention.  "Don't ask me to bring back the dead.  I can do it, but
trust me, you don't want me to.  Be very, very careful about the word
'wish'.  If you use it, I gotta do it.  Even if I'm not around, don't use
it.  Just get out of the habit now, before you slip." Ted nodded, which
made Chantelle smile again.  He liked her smiles.  They made him feel big,
important...  "Don't rush into wishing.  You've got time.  Think them
through.  I do what I can, but if you throw a badly-worded wish at me, I
have to do it as wished.  I've got no choice.  And lastly..." She smoothly
pushed herself off the steel box, her skirt rising briefly to show a few
more inches of thigh before settling back down again.  She came over to
Ted, leaned down slowly, and whispered throatily, "Be very careful with the
lantern." He felt her tap pointedly on the flashlight still in his hand,
causing him to look down and right into her beautiful cleavage...  "If
someone else rubs it, and holds on to it, I'm theirs..." Her last words,
barely whispered, ended with her simply fading away, leaving Ted alone in
the basement, holding the lantern.

   *****

   This is a work of fiction, if that wasn't clear enough.  Nothing I write
about has ever or will ever occour in reality.  Any resemblence characters
may have to real people is entirely coincidental and unintentional.  And I
can not and will not condone real sexual activity involving minors.

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