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 Author: Zorlond
Title: Grand Ted
Part: Chapter 6
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: imagined sex of mf, teen, exhibitionism

   Chapter 6 - Ruminations

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   The next few days passed in thought and work.  Ted forced himself to get
all the homework he had received done, not easy when there was massive
power potential literally in arm's reach.  He had to put Chantelle's
lantern on a bookshelf in his room and hide it behind a few books to make
any progress.  And even then, his thoughts constantly drifted to that spot
on his shelf.  Still, he made himself work, reminding himself how lousy the
first wish had turned out.  He needed time for real thought on the next
wish, and that meant not having more distractions, like piles of homework.

   Talking with Kevin and Mitch at lunch, Ted asked about Cass again. 
"Whitmoore?" Kevin responded.  "Told ya, dude, she's outta your league."

   As Kevin took a bite of his food, Mitch added, "She's the kind of girl
who only goes out with high school guys."

   "Well, I'm not sure about that," Kevin said around a full mouth.  "I
think she's dated a lot of the eighth graders."

   "Maybe.  And there's those rumors about her and some of the teachers..."

   Kevin swallowed his food.  "I don't think that stuff's true.  If it was,
we'd be losing teachers."

   Mitch shrugged.  "How else do you explain her acing that last history
exam?  If it got covered up..."

   Ted finally stepped in.  "So, when you guys said she was a popular girl,
what you meant was that she slept with a lot of guys..."

   Kevin and Mitch shared a look of mild confusion, then Kevin answered,
"Well...  yeah.  What did you think we meant?"

   Ted did his best to not think about Cass, which wasn't helped much by
the fact that she clearly did her best to outright ignore him during math
class.  Fortunately, she seemed content to leave it at that, and Ted didn't
feel like tempting fate by prying.

   With catch-up-homework and rumors out of the way, Ted finally had time
to spare thinking about wishes.  He started scratching thoughts down in one
of his notebooks, buried among his English notes.  He figured that if
anyone stumbled on them, he could just claim he was working on a short
story assignment.  Hopefully that would keep them from poking too deeply
into them.

   So, one afternoon, as he was sitting on his bed, he contemplated his
wishing notes.  He'd already considered the old standby wishes.  Power,
fame, money, world peace, that sort of stuff.  Power was just too vague,
and he remembered how that went in that cartoon movie.  Wish for power, and
inevitably the next wish is for still more power.  It was a pretty stupid
way to do things.  Fame would likely fall into the same pattern of
escalation, so Ted tossed it aside.

   Money, well, it was nice and all, but Ted thought about it carefully. 
He didn't really know what to do with an enormous amount of money.  Buy a
theme park and go on all the rides?  Eh, that would be cool for a day or
two, and then he'd be bored, most likely.  Buying super-high-tech devices
was a possibility, but he wasn't sure it'd really work out.  He wasn't sure
what was actually possible in the world, and while exploring that might be
interesting, it also might be far more work than it'd be worth it right
now. But these thoughts sent him off on a tangent of just wishing for fancy
high-tech stuff, but that got shot down when he realized he'd be stuck
handling it all like he handled the lamp, keeping it a secret and hiding it
on a shelf somewhere.

   World peace...  It would be nice, and all, but...  Ted thought about
that 'monkey paw' episode of that other cartoon...  No, that probably
wouldn't work out.  He'd feel really stupid if the world ended up being
saved from invasion by some guy with a board with a nail in it.  He crossed
it off the list.

   With the old standbys considered and discarded, Ted was left adrift in a
sea of possibilities.  Super powers?  Eh...  A good life?  Too vague.  An
interesting life?  Wait, wasn't that an old Chinese curse?  Better not.  He
thought about Chantelle...  She looked so very hot.  A world beyond Cass.
But, no.  The genie rules said she couldn't even if she wanted to.  Stupid
rule.  But still, dressing like she does, she seemed to really want it. 
Maybe...  No, best get off this track before it drove him nuts.  His mind
wandering, Ted found himself recalling his time with Cass.  How it felt,
how she looked...  It had felt incomplete, but Cass had ended it before he
could explore further.  He wanted to explore further.  And maybe with other
girls, too...

   But Ted didn't relish the idea of blowing another wish on just one
event. Even if a bunch of girls were involved, it'd just be one thing,
awesome as it might be.  He needed something larger.  It's a wish, he told
himself, go big or go home.  But how..?  He felt his mind wandering again,
this time to fragments of what happened after his time with Cass.  Being
discarded, her running to her boyfriend, Chantelle watching through the car
windows at the two of them...  Wait.

   Ted focused on that.  Chantelle, sitting Indian-style in mid-air,
munching on popcorn while watching the car bouncing in the parking lot. 
They had kept on going because they couldn't see her.  Ted wasn't sure how
they would have reacted if they had realized they had a close-up audience
for their sex.  Ted considered that.  What if it was turned around?  Sex
that nobody sees?  This had possibilities.  He quickly lost himself in a
fantasy of calmly walking up to Cass' table in the middle of a busy lunch.

   He'd be all cool and smiling, reaching for her to grab her boobs from
behind.  And she'd let him, not caring about all the other kids at the
table because nobody would see how he fondled her developed body.  He'd
reach down to slip his hand in her pants, feeling around for her pussy to
rub at it.  And then he'd start undressing her, there in front of her
friends, baring her skin to them all as he tugged her shirt up over her
breasts and her pants down to her ankles.  And then he'd pull his dick out,
already hard and stiff and ready to go as he stuck it in her from behind.
Her warm dampness around him again as he screwed her, hands on her boobs
again as they leaned over the table together.  Lunch chatter around them,
ignorant of what was happening, as Ted pumped her...

   And then someone would ask why he's just standing there behind Cass like
a creepy stalker boy.  Or a teacher would tell him to get on with eating
his food, or other kids would bump into them...  Ted sighed.  The fantasy
was falling apart.  It was a nice idea, but it probably wouldn't work.  Ted
looked down at his notes.  'Invisible' was written there, and after a bit
more thought, Ted decided to add a question mark.  It wasn't entirely bad,
certainly not enough to merit crossing out.  It needed work.  And maybe a
different phrasing, Ted didn't want to be actually invisible for the rest
of his life.

   He let the thoughts simmer in his head for some time more.  Thoughts of
random sex with this girl in his class or that one in the hallway.  And,
heck, his English teacher was hot.  With large breasts and wide hips,
trying to hide under long flowing dresses, and that sweetly encouraging
attitude that made her one of the cool teachers in school.  She could just
tell the rest of the class to work on an assignment while Ted was screwing
her on her desk...  He could probably learn a lot if she wanted to teach
him...

   Ted stopped in mid-stride, there in the school hallway, between classes.
That thought...  It turned and twisted and altered.  Teaching him. 
Noticing him having sex with her.  Others noticing, but ignoring.  No, not
ignoring, just not interested.  Aware, but ordinary.  Something they didn't
feel like stopping or interrupting.  Girls happy to accommodate him,
because it was just something he did.  And they let him do it.  Not just
once, but all the time.  Boyfriends not caring how many times he had sex
with their girls, or where or when.  Any time, any place, any one...

   The next class, Ted missed most of the lecture as he scribbled down his
thoughts on the note page he'd been using to keep track of his wish ideas.
This would be a bit complicated.  He needed to get it straight if it was to
have any chance of working.  And he wanted it to work.  The rest of his day
was mostly spent thinking about it, trying to find ways it could go wrong,
and adjusting the phrasing.  Silently, he was glad he decided to not take
the lantern to school anymore after that first day.  It was just too close
a temptation, he would have screwed up his second wish so badly if the
lantern had been right there at hand.

   Eventually, though, school gave way to the bus ride home, and Ted
immediately went up to his room.  Hands trembling slightly, he moved the
books on his shelf aside and reached behind them for the lantern.  Lifting
it up, he idly noticed that the spot on the shelf under where it sat was
getting a little dirty.  A thin bit of grime in an outline of the lantern.
He'd have to clean that up later.  But, no more delaying.  He gave the side
of the lantern a firm rub, the grit grating against his palm.  Looking up
and around, he was unsurprised to find Chantelle was there, lying on his
bed, propped up by his pillows in a semi-seated position.

   Her clothes were different again.  Denim short shorts, not even covering
the fold of her legs that separated hip from thigh.  The pocket interiors
visible and lying on her thighs below artfully frayed edges.  The top edge
of the shorts were low, and above them Ted could see the straps of her
underwear rising up to the curve of her waist.  But above that, she wore a
short-sleeve baby-doll tee tight across her enormous chest.  The tee was
emblazoned with a plain smiley face that seemed to be distorted into a
leering expression by the sheer distance it had to cover.  And while the
tee did go all the way up to her neck, it was so short that it did not go
that far down.  A wide expanse of the underside of her breasts was clearly
visible, moreso since she clearly wasn't wearing a bra.  Ted found himself
drawn in by the sight of her green skin vanishing into underside cleavage,
and it was a few moments before Chantelle's voice pulled him back out. 
"Hey, Ted.  It's been a while.  I hope that means you've been thinking
carefully."

   Ted shook himself slightly and cleared his throat.  "Yeah, I have. 
Um... Sorry if you've been bored." He looked down at the lantern in his
hands.  "Actually, I never thought about that before.  You must get really
bored stuck in this thing all the time."

   Chantelle's expression changed slightly.  "Well...  Not exa...  not
really." She pulled one of her legs up to latch onto it with laced fingers.
"Genies don't get bored.  It can take years for someone to find our lamps,
we wouldn't last long if we got bored.  Don't worry, I'm okay in there."
She smiled at him.  Ted decided to let it slide.  There was something not
quite right about her words, but whatever.

   "Well, like I said, I have been thinking." Ted set her lantern back on
it's shelf and replaced the books hiding it.  And then he went into his
backpack for his notes.  "This is going to take some explaining, and maybe
some questions..."

   *****

   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
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