I wished...
...she was asleep on the couch. I needed a moment to think. There were may possibilities now, but I didn't want to force her to be my friend. *I wish she would wake up and not remember anything that happened in the past five minutes.*
Kari sleep walked to sit beside me again where she had been five minutes ago. Her head rested on my shoulder and hand touched mine. "I'd like to get to know you better." Her eyes met mine and shone just as they had before.
I grinned, the wish had worked better than I expected. I almost missed my cue, "I'd like to get to know you better too Kari."
"Do you want to go on a date Friday?"
"Sure. I'll pick you up at eight." Today was Wednesday, that gives me two days.
She smiled delightedly, "Okay, see you then." As she walked out the door I wished she was home and believed she had drove home.
Now it was time for my plan. "I wish a clone of Kari was here." And there she was again, just it wasn't actually her.
"Hey Kari." When she responded with "hey" I wished she posed with her hands on her hips and froze. Time for some adjustments.
"I wish this Kari was wearing a sexy, revealing outfit." That gave me a clearer view of her chest and legs. "I wish this Kari acted sexy that appealed to me. I wish this Kari had a strong desire to strip in front of me and give me a full-body hug." I walked around her to decide if I needed more changes. "And I wish she had green eyes instead of blue (so I knew it wasn't actually Kari). I wish this Kari had to do as I say and unfroze now."
Kari immediately clasped me and held me close. She said, "Oh, I...I. I can't help it. Let's have sex right now." She brushed her hand over her breast slowly and grabbed the strap at her shoulder and stripped off her top. She had a bra on underneath and that was next.
"Slow down Kari." I said, playing with her. "Don't strip just yet. Sit with me.” Her eyes were wide and it must have taken a lot of control for her to resist my wish. She quickly sat on my lap with her legs on the couch and faced me.
“I don’t know why, but…you must see my breasts!” She almost seemed hungry to show off her body, but more like starving. Her bra was off before I had the chance to resist, but I didn’t want to. She rubbed them in front of me and then pushed me onto my back on the couch. She laid on top of me and pressed her body as close to mine as possible, her cleavage squishing against my chest. Then her hand placed mine on her boobs. Her voice, more seductive than ever, whispered, “Feel them.” As I enjoyed myself with this task she was almost purring with delight. “Oooh that feels so good!” I licked her tits until they were hard as my cock.
When I paused, she stood up and I copied her. She began to remove her pants. I stopped her, “Wait, let me get them.” She agreed and I pretended the zipper to her jeans was stuck. After I entertained myself touching her here, I decided it would be more fun without the jeans. Off they went and her panties as well. Then she hugged me.
She squeezed me so tight I could have passed out. “Hold on,” I said. “I’m going to take off my pants.” It was awkward, but okay. My shirt was already off.
She looked confused, “Why?” I realized she only had a strong desire to strip in front of me and give me a full-body hug, not have sex.
So I said, “I won’t let you hug me unless I can take off my pants.” She stood conflicted. Part of her was dying to fill the desire to hug me naked; the other didn’t want to have sex.
“I…” She lunged forward and ripped off my pants and boxers and just before her supermodel sexy nude body was glued to mine, she disappeared.
She just, disappeared.
“Dude, you should put on some clothes.” I nearly jumped out of my pants (that I wasn’t wearing) when I found another guy was in my room. He wasn’t completely human. His skin was a pale blue with orange hair that looked more like fur. His eyes were slanted and orange with a second set of eye lids. His ears were covered by his fur, but they looked no more than holes for hearing. His tall body was muscular and lean. His hands appeared to be webbed and have small claws on the ends and there were fine lines on his neck that appeared to be gills. He wore a dark gray and white outfit.
Then I remembered to put on clothes. I wished them on, nothing special. Then I confronted this stranger who was beyond strange. “Who are you and how did you get in here?” I thought I mentioned in my wish that no one could come to this island unless I said otherwise.
“I was Dylan until I got a ring, now I’m called Dyro.”
Dyro is…