“Or we could become the high society types!” She giggled. “Or... or... hell, anything, really!”
The young boisterous Joanne was living her best life, dancing through the halls and singing as she twirled and ran with the youthful energy she now possessed. The little crazy firecracker was so far from the drained demure Realtor that I have met days ago.
“Or we could fuck again.” She shrugged, seeing me checking out her bouncy nudity. “Your call, stud!”
“What about your husband?” I called.
“Divorce!” She called back, swinging through a door frame and grinning before running back into the empty room.
Somewhere, her phone rang loudly near the remains of her clothing.
“Be right back, lover!” She shot out of the room, bent onto her tiptoes to kiss me on the lips, and bolted away.
I giggled with delight at my apparent new girlfriend and decided I was smitten.
While Joanne was on the phone, eagerly chatting in the foyer, I explored the mansion some more. The newly restored architecture was so... bland. Very dull and Victorian. I wished for ornate decor, sweeping red drapes, artwork adorning the walls, gold trim on the walls. I wanted this to be something special. Things flashed, changed, grew more elaborate. The lights above turned to coloured crystal, the roof gained intricate wood carvings and artistic mastery. To my shock, famous art pieces materialized in the long gallery hall. Was... was that the Mona Lisa?! I stared at the magic’s whims in staggered delight. Full suits of armour from all over the world suddenly flanked doorways, lush potted plants materialized everywhere. An entire garden of ferns now sat in the foyer amidst lavish seating.
Joanne giggled and bounced on the phone, watching everything appear with utter delight. She hung up suddenly, saw me approaching in awe, and threw her arms around my neck, hopping up into my arms and wrapping her legs around my waist. She kissed me passionately and drew away with utter love in her eyes.
“So. I’m single.” She raised her eyebrows in apparent lust, hoping I caught the intention.
“That’s funny, Jo, because I’ve got a girlfriend now.”
“Awww, fuck!” She pouted, trying not to laugh. “Why are the good ones always taken?”
We twirled in delight amidst the ferns and giggled together, kissing and laughing.
“Oooh! Ooh!” The naked young minx pointed upstairs. “Let’s go make up our room!”
And so we did. It was a master bedroom to end master bedrooms. I wished up one of those massive old beds with curtains, filled the room with colours and plush furniture, learned that Joanne loved to paint, we decorated the bathroom, painted the walls with magic, and fell exhausted and naked onto the bed and our ridiculous thousand dollar sheets. It felt like we were lying in a cloud.
“So?” She turned, grinning. “Round three?”
“Oh, absolutely!” I grinned.
“Wanna get kinky with me?”
I grinned wider.
“I mean, I’ve already been a few dozen feet taller today. Wanna try something else?”