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 Author: Zorlond
Title: Grand Ted
Part: Chapter 5
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: brief imagined sex of Mf, teen, bald man

   Chapter 5 - Fallout

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   Ted went around the corner just a few feet and sat down on the ground,
leaning against the wall.  Sitting there, in the quiet of an empty school,
he considered what to do for a moment, and then decided he could use
someone to talk to.  Reaching into his backpack, he gave the lantern a
quick rub to summon Chantelle.  He was unsurprised when she peeked around
the corner, leaning down at the waist to look him in the eye.  And leave
her enormous breasts hanging there in front of his face.

   "Hey, Ted.  So, how'd it go?" Her voice was sweet, yet not overly.  Ted,
looking up at her, just silently jabbed a thumb over his shoulder.  She
looked back over her shoulder around the corner, and immediately perked up.
"Ooh.  Um, you don't need me right this moment, right?  Be back in a
few..." Ted didn't make a move to stop her as she jogged off, but curious
about what she was doing, he looked back around the corner towards the
parking lot.

   Chantelle had reached the car surprisingly fast, and was sitting in
mid-air with her legs crossed.  She was brazenly looking through the
windows of the bouncing car, floating high enough to get a good view.  She
drifted sideways to another position, and Ted could see she had gotten a
bag of popcorn from somewhere, munching at it idly as she watched.  He
couldn't really see her expression well from this distance, but she was
clearly very much enjoying the scene playing out in the car.  The car
continued shaking, it's passengers completely ignorant of their audience.

   Ted watched Chantelle watching the display for a few moments more, his
eyes going over the genie's form.  Her legs crossed in such a way that her
little plaid skirt was held up and open, showing her white panties when she
turned just the right way.  Ted started to pull his eyes away, but then
reconsidered.  Why not look?  It's not like Chantelle seemed to mind.  Of
course, at this distance, all he could really see was a small flare of
white on her crotch, but it was still good.  If only it weren't for that
'no sex' rule, Ted would really like to see what it was like to pull her
panties down...  After a good look, Ted settled back to where he was
sitting, leaning back against the wall.  He stayed there for a while, until
Chantelle finally came back to him a few minutes later.

   "Thanks for letting me watch that," Chantelle said, smiling widely.  She
looked slightly flush, her cheeks just a slightly lighter shade of green.
And was it Ted's imagination, or was her low-slung skirt hanging a bit
lower than before?  She sat down next to him on the ground, generally
facing him.  She was sitting cross-legged again, but the angle was no good
for another flash of panties.  It did show off her legs, though, with dark
stockings calling attention to the light green skin of her inner thighs...
"So..." Her voice brought his attention back up to her face again.  "That
was Cass, I take it?" Ted just nodded glumly, looking away.  Chantelle's
voice changed subtly.  "Want to talk about it?"

   Ted sighed.  "Yeah...  No...  Ugh, I dunno." In the silence that
followed, the car, no longer bouncing, drove past where they were sitting.
He saw Cass inside, leaning against the guy driving the car.  She didn't
notice him, and the car just drove away.  Ted watched it go.  "Does it
always go like this?"

   Chantelle had noticed the car too, and looked at Ted again.  "Does what
go like this?"

   Ted was about to say 'wishes', but stopped himself.  "This...  whole
genie thing.  Stories frequently talk about how bad things go..."

   Chantelle looked down, sighing, and for a moment, Ted got the impression
of age from her.  Very old age...  It was only for a moment before it
disappeared.  She said, "First times are almost always bad.  That goes for
wishes, too.  I did say you should think about it carefully, and not to
rush.  I give that advice all the time, and first wishes still go wrong. 
It's just how things are." She looked up at him again, and she smiled a
little, turning her head a bit as her voice took a gentle note.  "If I may
ask...  How exactly did it go?" Her face didn't even hint at voyeurism, so
well-displayed with the car show before.

   Ted thought about it, then just started talking.  About Cass taking him
out to the baseball field and having him on the bench.  About how it felt,
good, yet too short, and incomplete.  About how Cass had discarded him so
casually, and jumping her boyfriend-or-whatever just minutes after she was
done with Ted.  He didn't mean to go into detail about it, it's just that
once the words started flowing, they kept on going until he reached the
end. "...  and then I called you...  I dunno why.  Just didn't want to sit
here, alone."

   "Well," Chantelle, her chin in her hands, elbows on her knees now,
considered his words.  "If I may, I think this went better than most first
wishes do.  You did get what you asked for, after all, and I don't think
you'll get hurt by it." Her voice dropped to a mumble as Ted turned just
his head to look at her.  "Any more than it already has, anyways."

   Ted sat there, thinking about her words for a bit before asking, "Did
you...  change her to be like that?  Just jumping any guy she feels like?
Is that what it took to have her go for me?"

   "Hold on," Chantelle raised a hand to him, sitting up straight again. 
"I didn't do anything except possibly encourage something that was already
there.  Think about her for a second.  You're in seventh grade, right?" Ted
just nodded.  "She is at least a full year older than you, but she is in
the same class as you are.  Which implies that she was held back a grade."

   Ted blinked, then said with realization, "She had the same homeroom
teacher as me last year..." His mind suddenly flickered to imagine Cass
'having' Mr.  Fredrick another way, lying on his desk spread-eagle for the
grumpy, balding, middle-aged man...  His eyes scrunched shut at the
thought.

   Chantelle continued on.  "So she was held back.  A girl that looks like
her, developing early and very nicely, just naturally gets a lot of
attention.  From boys, from men, it's just how things go when you grow up
like that.  I'm guessing that Cass decided to enjoy the attention.  And she
enjoyed it so much that she let her studies slip, and she failed too many
classes.  Now, a year older, she feels she can coast through her education
since it's all the same thing she's had before.  And she's free to do... 
whatever else she feels like." Ted looked at her again, as Chantelle let
her eyes and mind wander.  "She was clearly experienced, from what I saw."

   Ted sighed.  "Great, so my first request goes to the girl that's easier
than a baloney sandwich."

   "Well, I'm not sure she's quite that easy...  But, kinda, yeah."
Chantelle let it stay at that.

   Silence held them for a bit, until Ted finally said, "Well, I learned my
lesson.  I'm going to think very carefully about what I want before I... 
ask you again."

   Chantelle nodded.  "That's the only good thing about first wishes.  You
learn to be more careful.  Well," she paused, thinking again, "Some people
do.  Some just never seem to notice."

   "Well, I noticed," Ted said.  "Thanks for talking."

   "All part of the Chantelle package," she said cheerfully.  "If that's
all for now, I'll just go on back inside my lantern.  Let me know if
there's anything I can do for you, Ted."

   "I will," Ted nodded to her, even as she faded away from sight.

   And Ted sat there, with his thoughts, until he noticed the sedan pulling
up towards the school.

   "Hey, homeless kid," came the voice from inside as the window rolled
down.  "You seen another kid around?  Apparently he can't catch a bus at
the end of school like everybody else."

   "Hello to you too, Amber." Ted shot her a look as he stood up and
grabbed his backpack.

   As he got into the car, she continued, "Not like I had anything better
to do, so mom volunteered me to pick your butt up.  And it's 'Absinthe'."

   "Mom's never going to let that stick, ya know." Ted set his pack down by
his feet and settled in as Amber got the car moving again.  "Absinthe is
booze.  Nasty booze, at that." He'd looked it up after Amber had first
tried to take the name, and mom's initial reaction to it.

   "Sounds perfect," Amber said, keeping her eyes on the road, most of her
face hidden behind her overhanging forelock from Ted's position.  "Sounds
like my life.  Thick, heady, and kinda toxic."

   Ted considered that for a bit.  "Rough day for you too, huh?"

   Amber's lips curled in a sneer.  "You could say that.  Bunch of
backwoods hicks all staring and pointing and laughing at the only goth in
the whole school.  I bet they can't even tell the difference between goth
and emo.  Pffuh."

   Ted glanced at her dark red hair and her heavy black clothes,
ankle-skirt showing thick-heeled boots as she worked the pedals, and
decided to leave it alone.  She'd been like this for a while, now.  Ever
since mom and dad...  well, skipped talking and went right to yelling.  Ted
shut down that line of thought and settled for looking out the car window
at the passing scenery.  Eventually, he asked, "Would you want it to be
different?"

   "Huh?" Amber glanced at him briefly, looking slightly confused.

   "I mean, if you could.  Would you make it different?"

   Amber was quiet for a bit, thinking it over.  Eventually, she answered.
"I...  dunno.  It'd be nice if they backed off, but I'm not sure if it
would stick.  People do what they want to do, ya know?"

   Ted thought of Cass.  "Yeah," he said.  The rest of the car ride was
silent.

   *****

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