Chapter 3

Ch. 03 song titles

Air on the G string (Bach)

The Little Fugue in G minor (Bach)

An Unforgettable Melody: Ch. 03

“You’ve always been a smart one. You give yourself too little credit, boy,” he said with his thick Texan drawl.

Mike chuckled. “I know, Granddaddy.”

Harry Weston adjusted his thick glasses. “After all, what have I always said about power? Men who seek power actively are destined to abuse it...”

“ ... But men with power thrust on them unwittingly can be trusted to guard it.” Mike laughed. “Sometimes you’re a regular Uncle Ben Parker, you know that?”

He glanced at his gold wristwatch. “Well, ‘bout that time. I’d best be going now. Remember son, you be sweeeeeet...” he said, bleating like a sheep on the last word. Ever since he was a little kid, Mike couldn’t help but crack up laughing at his catchphrase...

As Mike began to awaken, he became aware of a warm, sticky sensation occurring between his legs. His eyes fluttered open, treated to the sight of a gorgeous redhead sucking his cock.

“Good morning,” Melody said with a smile.

“It certainly is...”

She giggled, continuing to lick his rigid cock as if it were a piece of candy. His body began to power up for the day, causing the sensations to increase and his member to grow even harder. Mike glanced at his alarm clock.

7:10 ... plenty of time...

He sat up straight in his bed, causing Melody to pause. “You no like?” She had her pouty face on again.

Mike chuckled. “Oh, I love ... but I want more,” he said with a wink.

Smiling a mile wide, Melody moved to kiss him, but they both were hit full force with the other’s morning breath.

“Oh, wow that’s awful!”

“Sure is. Umm, let me think ... I wish for both of our mouths to always be clean and have fresh breath, even after oral sex, so that we will always be able to enjoy kissing each other,” Mike stated.

Tingle. Flash.

Without a word, Melody stuck her tongue down Mike’s throat, moaning in pleasure. “Much better,” she said with a wicked grin.

“Agreed.”

Pushing him back on to his back, she pinned him between her legs. “I believe someone said they wanted more.”

He nodded. “I seem to recall that.”

“Well, that works out perfectly.” She leaned close to his ear, whispering, “Because I wanna ride your brains out.”

Mike’s cock twitched in anticipation. As she aligned her moist, shaven pussy with his rod, Melody began grinding her hips on the tip, causing her sweet juices to dribble down the length of his shaft.

“You were so gentle last night, I couldn’t have ever dreamed of a better way to lose my virginity,” she said, still torturing the tip of his cock. “But now...” finally lowering herself onto him, “It’s my turn to show you what I can do.”

Placing her hands on his chest, she began to work him at a slow and deliberate pace, squeezing her forearms together to give her incredible tits the perfect amount of lift. As she sped her movements up, this created a stunning visual as they bounced from her increasingly rapid humping. Unable to resist, Mike reached out to begin working her nipples with his thumbs and index fingers. As her eyes widened in pleasure, Melody threw her head back, her face a vision of lust and desire.

Breathless, she managed to ask, “Is that ... wish from last night still in effect? That I cum ... when you cum?”

Not slowing his breast play for even a moment, he replied, “You bet your ass.”

Opening her eyes to gaze at him, she asked, “Does that mean that I can only cum when you cum?” As Mike appeared confused, she continued in a sultry voice, “I’m multi-orgasmic. I could cum three or four times in a row.”

His eyes widened at the revelation. “Then do it. I want you to cum as many times as you’re able to.”

With a wicked smile, Melody shifted to a grinding motion, biting her lip as she did so. Mike could tell she was working her clit directly on him; she was literally using his cock to jack herself off, which was nothing short of arousing. Worried that this might cause him to blow his load too soon, he managed to eek out a wish.

“I wish that I won’t cum until after you do. I want you to cum all over my cock, then cum from me exploding into you.”

Tingle. Flash. “Done ... oh God!”

Mike felt his stamina return, allowing her to increase her tempo as her climax approached. He couldn’t help but marvel at Melody’s technique; despite her speed, she was still managing to ride his cock so that he was never in danger of slipping out. Her breathing intensified, her eyes rolled back into her head, until the wave of her orgasm finally broke.

“Yeeeeessssss...” She moaned as rode out the aftershocks. Mike loved the feeling of her tight pussy contracting around him, attempting to milk him for all he was worth. If it hadn’t been for his wish, he’d have been done right then and there. As her speed began to decrease, indicating her fatigue, Mike wrapped his arms around her, pulling her down to lie on his chest.

As Melody’s breasts dangled in front of his face, he began to pound her pussy full force while sucking and licking her right nipple. She loved every second of it, running her hands through his hair to try and steady herself as her second climax began to approach.

“I don’t want to rush you, but it’s almost 7:30,” she whispered. “Do you ... want ... to cum ... now?”

He released her breast from his mouth to speak. “Only if ... you ... cum ... too.”

Melody nodded forcefully. “Do it. Fill me up. I need it.”

Holding her close, Mike thrust his final five strokes into her before their dual orgasms erupted within them.

“Oh ... SHIIIIIIIIIIIIT!!!” They exclaimed.

Melody collapsed onto him, grinning with contentment and planting soft kisses on his chest. As she propped her chin up on her folded hands, she gazed at Mike lovingly.

“You were smiling, you know.”

Mike was confused. “You mean just now?”

She giggled. “No, silly. While you were asleep.”

He shrugged, replying, “Well how could I not? I got woken up in the best way imaginable.”

She shook her head. “Nope. You were smiling way before that, from the moment I woke up. Were you dreaming?”

As it came back to him, he nodded.

She smirked. “Here’s hoping I can keep up with your subconscious.”

Mike laughed, responding, “No, no, nothing like that. I was ... I was talking to my Granddaddy. The one I mentioned to you that was a Southern Baptist preacher, remember? He was always the perfect combination of cut-up and wizened sage.”

Giving a light kiss on his cheek, she said, “He sounds fantastic. Is he still... ?”

Mike shook his head no. “He died when I was about nine years old.”

Melody put her hand over her mouth. “I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t have brought it-”

Silencing her with a tender kiss, he smiled. “It’s totally fine. I miss him, but thinking about him doesn’t make me sad. Hell, right now he’s probably lecturing Jesus himself about how criminal it is that ‘Even in Heaven I still can’t get breakfast in bed!’”

Melody rolled off of him, laughing at the impersonation he did. “Would he really do that?”

“Oh hell yeah, the man had no shame. I may be an only child, but he was that only child everyone grumbles about,” Mike said dryly. By this time, it was 7:32. Turning to Melody, he said, “Why don’t you go ahead and take a shower first?”

Here eyes brightened. “Ok! A shower sounds so relaxing ... and even more so if you were to join me,” she purred.

He considered it for a split second, but then thought better of it. “Don’t think we’re gonna have time. But I tell ya what. If you’re a good girl,” he said, tapping her nose playfully, “then we’ll do that when we get home after lunch. Deal?”

Kissing his lips, she responded, “Deal. But I’m holding you to it.”

“I thought you just did ... hold me to it,” he shot back.

Slapping him with her pillow, she rolled out of bed. “I’m going to take a shower you little smartass.”

Pleased with himself to no end, Mike reached into his nightstand drawer, pulling out his iPad mini. After a few minutes of checking email and social media, he had a brilliant idea. He only had to check one website...

Perfect!

At that moment, he heard the bathroom door open. A nude Melody emerged, her gorgeous red hair still damp from her shower. “Damn, I coulda stayed in there forever...” she mused.

Mike nodded in agreement. “Yep, and now it’s my turn,” he said, rubbing his hands together. “Guess I’ll let you get ready for church ... oh crap.”

“What?”

“You don’t have any clothes besides your shorts and t-shirt, do you?”

She giggled. “Please. My powers let me generate any clothes I may need for myself as a part of blending into society. No worries.”

“Oh, that’s cool,” he said in amazement. “Are you able to do the same for me?”

Frowning a bit, she replied, “Only if it were necessary for your protection. Masters are generally expected to provide their own basic needs such as food, clothing, and shelter. Genies only intervene in the most dire of circumstances.”

“I guess that makes sense. Ok, I’ll be out in a few minutes.”

Giggling, she shot back, “And if you aren’t, I’ll know what you were doing!”

Rolling his eyes, Mike turned the hot water on and stepped inside, letting the stream roll down his back. He kept his shower rather businesslike, washing his hair, getting a quick shave, and cleaning up his nether regions. Once he finished, he stepped out of the bathroom, toweling off. Retrieving his glasses from his nightstand and combing his hair, Mike soon found Melody in his walk in closet, posing in front of the floor length mirror. Staying at the doorway for a moment, he was quite impressed by her attire. She had chosen a fitted white button up dress shirt and a knee-length shamrock green skirt. The shirt had the sleeves rolled up to right above her elbows, which styled well with the light and airy skirt. Mike whistled in approval, causing her to turn with a grin.

“There’s my sexy stud,” she said, sauntering up to him. “All clean?”

“Yep,” he replied. Stepping into the closet to grab some clothes, Mike paused in front of the mirror. Melody joined him, resting her chin on his shoulder from behind him and running her hand over his clean shaven neck and face.

“Goddamn you’re hot...” she muttered.

Mike shrugged. “Meh.”

“Meh?” she questioned, cocking her eyebrow. “What’s that mean?”

Sighing, he replied, “I love that you tell me I’m so hot, but I’m average in the looks department. Always have been.”

Melody gently, but convincingly, turned his head toward hers by the chin. “I love you, and I always will, but after all the lectures you’ve given me about free will, self confidence, and deserving to be loved, I don’t wanna hear you talk that way about yourself. Besides, if it’s that big an issue, I do have the power to alter your physical appearance however you wish.”

Taken aback by her forcefulness, he gazed at his reflection again. Now that he thought about it, he didn’t really want to change his appearance much. He could wish to be taller, but that would make everyone suspicious. Nobody in his family was taller than 5’8”, plus Melody already said she couldn’t provide clothes for him unless it was for protection. All his pants would be useless after that sort of wish.

After a moment’s thought, he responded, “Ok, let’s try this. I don’t want to change my facial appearance or height at all. Let’s have my body be in perfect health and a bit above average physical condition, on the condition that all my clothes will still fit me. Wait, you can undo any changes we make, right?”

She nodded in confirmation.

“Awesome,” he continued. “Also, I want my perfect health to remain intact no matter what I may eat or how little I may exercise. As far as outward appearance to others, I don’t feel the need to hide these changes, as long as they look realistic enough to anyone who knows what I looked like before. Does all that work?”

Tingle. Flash. “Done.”

Mike felt the same tingling sensation over his entire body. As he watched the changes to his body in the mirror, his vision started to warp. Afraid he might fall over from the sudden change, Melody removed his glasses.

“Perfect health, remember? That includes eyesight,” she said, kissing him on the cheek.

Checking out his new body in the mirror, Mike was impressed. Still the same height and build, his arms, legs, and shoulder were now toned with a bit of notable muscle definition. His stomach and chest, while a six-pack, were quite flat and lacking any excess flab, feeling rather firm to the touch. He flexed his right arm in front of him as he inspected his new form.

Melody chimed in, “I was able to make your body stronger than it appears to be by enhancing the efficiency of your muscles. Some would refer to this as being ‘scrappy and wiry.’ Based on your description, it seemed like a result you’d be pleased with.”

He smiled, and channeled his inner James Earl Jones. “Impressive ... most impressive.” Seeing the confused look on her face, he replied, “Don’t worry, it’s from my favorite movie series ever. I’ll show it to you sometime here.”

Giggling from behind him, she wrapped her arms around his neck and asked, “Is there anything else you wanted to alter?”

Laughing at himself for what he was about to say, he decided there was no going back now. “Honestly ... I’d love a bigger cock.”

As she giggled, kissing him on the cheek, she replied, “That’s nothing to be embarrassed about. I mean, in all seriousness, how many guys would’ve made that wish first thing out of the gate?”

Nodding in agreement, he said, “I guess that makes sense. Ok, let’s see ... I’m currently about an inch wide, maybe 4.75 inches long, right? Let’s increase the girth to about two inches wide. For the length, how about five inches when soft, seven inches erect? Would that feel good for you, or would it be too big?”

Her eyes glazed over with lust before she snapped back to reality. “Sorry, I was just ... ahem ... picturing it for a moment. No, those dimensions would be perfect for me. You ready?”

Glancing down at his best friend in the world, Mike said, “Hold on to your hat, little buddy.” He nodded to Melody.

Tingle. Flash.

Mike’s eyes widened, examining the high-caliber weapon he was now packing. Tilting it in all directions, he could see that his balls had increased proportionally as well.

Melody explained, “I did take the liberty of altering the shape as well. The slight upward curve should hit my g-spot perfectly.” A wicked grin spread across her face. “When do we get to take a test drive?”

Laughing to himself, he moved to his rack of shirts. “After lunch,” he said, giving her a playful slap on the ass. After slipping into a black dress shirt and tan khakis, he put on his brown loafers, took Melody’s hand, and asked her, “Ready to go out into the real world?”

As she nodded with anticipation, they left the apartment, heading to his CR-V. Once in the car, it took quite a few minutes before they were able to drive away. Much like her first meal and her first video game, Melody was excitable and curious about every little button and switch in the entire car. After she had played around enough to satisfy herself, Mike cranked up the engine and they began the drive to his church. On the twenty-minute drive to Woodlane United Methodist, Mike began to wonder more about Melody’s powers.

“So, I get that most wishes you are able to grant have to be erotic in some way shape or form. You did mention, though, that your powers of protection and privacy have few limits. What sorts of things are you able to protect us from?”

“Virtually anything,” she responded. “It doesn’t matter if it’s a freak accident, a wild animal, or another person attacking us. I have full authorization to use any and all means necessary to protect my master and myself. For example, if the wire holding that traffic signal ahead of us snapped, falling on our car in such a way that would kill us, we would without a doubt survive.”

“How?”

“There are several options available. First, I would likely slow down time as much as I am able to upon detecting danger. The most desirable outcome would be me grabbing the wheel of the car to swerve into another lane, avoiding the signal altogether. However, if this was not an option, such as if there were cars all around us who would be hurt by this action, there might not be an option available to avoid the falling signal. In that scenario, they would hit and damage the car in exactly the way you would expect, except that we would walk away unharmed. I would also add some temporary cuts and bruises to lower suspicion, making it plausible that we escaped by good fortune alone.”

Mike was awestruck. “Wow. You can affect time?”

Grinning she responded, “To an extent, yes. I can’t stop time; no creature that I am aware of is powerful enough to do that. But I can slow it down drastically, as long as it is for the purposes of love, protection, or privacy.”

Thinking for a moment, he then said, “Ok, how about a more extreme scenario? Let’s say we were walking down a sidewalk, when a murder walks up behind us, no warning whatsoever, and stabs me in the back, piercing my heart. What would happen then?”

Thinking for a moment, she responded, “First of all, there would be some sort of warning in that scenario. I am able to read people’s thoughts to some extent, again for the purposes of protection. I would be able to sense that a threat was approaching, resulting in our ability to fend off the attack or disappear to a safer location.

“If the attacker did somehow manage to surprise us and stab you in the manner you described, I would again slow time. Even if he stabbed you in the heart, the human body does not lose all life for several seconds. All I would need is an instant to heal your wound. After that, it would merely be a matter of constructing a believable story for the aftermath of the situation. I would of course subdue the attacker so that he could do you no further harm. Also, I’d alter his memories to make him believe that he couldn’t stab you squarely, with his knife getting caught on your jacket, or something like that. This would fall under the powers of anonymity and privacy, preventing suspicion from being raised by you surviving a fatal stabbing.”

Slowing time? Altering memories? Holy shit...

Mike now knew he had made the right decision to keep Melody around. It terrified him to think of what might happen if the wrong person had gained control of such abilities.

Melody’s face turned more serious. “Mike, there is one other ability my powers afford me. Do you remember, when we first met yesterday, your concern for what would happen to you ‘once your number was up’ and you had to answer for your decisions in life?”

Nodding, he responded, “How could I forget?”

“Well,” she continued, “There is nothing that says your number has to come up. My powers can keep you safe and healthy from anything, even a death of natural causes.” She rubbed his knee. “We can, for all practical purposes, live forever.”

Mike pondered this revelation for several moments. “I honestly don’t know if that’s something I want. As great as it sounds, it stands in direct contrast to everything my faith has taught me.”

“What do you mean?” Melody had a confused look on her face.

“I believe, along with almost every other Christian in the world, that death is merely the beginning of eternal life,” he responded.

Surprised by his answer, she gazed at him, marveling at his confidence, yet more afraid for him than ever before. “Are you saying ... you don’t fear death?”

Mike smiled. “Not in the least. I fear the uncertainty of it, the not knowing when and how it will come, but fearing death itself is pointless in my mind. Death comes for us all, sooner or later. No discrimination, no favoritism. It’s the ultimate equalizer; the one thing that connects every living thing in this world, whether we like it or not.”

Melody paused, realizing that he was quite resolute in this topic. “Master ... will you be angry with me if I bring up this subject again in the future? I know you hold firm to your faith, but I will be required to ensure that this is what you truly want, for me not to prolong your life beyond a death of natural causes.”

As he pulled into a parking space, Mike took notice of her calling him Master. He turned to her, brushing her cheek with his finger, and said, “I will never be angry with you for looking out for me. I can tell it’ll take time before we can understand each other’s perspective on this subject. There’s nothing wrong with that. It’s part of a healthy relationship. Just promise me you won’t ever hold something in if you’re concerned about it. You can talk to me about anything.”

Melody smiled and kissed his hand sweetly. “I promise.”

Opening the car door, he beckoned her to follow him.

“Where are we going now? This isn’t your church, is it?”

Mike laughed. “Nope, my church is a block north of here. But I thought I would teach you one of the universal truths I’ve learned over the years. We all know that death comes for us all and time marches on, right?” She nodded. “The third universal truth: where there’re churches, there’re doughnuts.” His trademark smartass grin spread across his face as he pointed up to the Dunkin’ Doughnuts sign, Melody giggling all the while.

Walking up to the counter inside, Melody began to inspect the menu. “Oh wow, so many choices!”

Oh, yeah. She’s never been to an actual restaurant before.

“Yep, they’ve got almost anything you could want. My advice is to start with the traditional favorites. Glazed or chocolate frosted are probably the most popular,” Mike explained.

“Ok, I’ll have one of each!” Melody’s eyes lit up with excitement.

Mike handed his credit card to the cashier. “And two glazed for me, plus a Coke to share.”

The pair took their food to go, eating in the car before heading inside to church. Melody was nothing short of adorable, as per usual, even with her lips smeared with chocolate frosting.

“You, uh, got a little something ... everywhere,” Mike said, pulling open the car mirror for her.

“HAHA! I’m messy!” After she cleaned herself up with a napkin, they headed across the church parking lot.

Melody was pleasantly surprised by how warm the atmosphere was. In her mind, she was prepared for Mike’s church to be a rather stiff experience for newcomers, but the friendly greeters and soothing organ sounds of Bach’s Air on the G String soothed her nerves. As they sat listening to the prelude, Mike pointed up to the chairs surrounding the altar.

“See the girl with the dark straight hair? That’s Ashley Perkins, the associate pastor. She’s my friend I was telling you about. We grew up in Sunday school and youth activities together. You’ll love her.”

For most of the service, Melody was quite self-conscious. Mike had expected that she would be reserved and nervous, and made a point of rubbing her knee every so often to reassure her. She stood and sat whenever he did, though was unsure about joining in whenever they hymns were sung.

Ashley’s sermon, on the other hand, was Melody’s favorite part of her first church experience. Ashley spoke on the parable of the Prodigal Son, opening the sermon by asking the congregation if they had ever felt they were unworthy of love in some way. Tentatively, Melody raised her hand along with much of the congregation, Mike included. Ashley’s message went on to explain that mistakes do happen in our lives, because we are human. This doesn’t mean we shouldn’t try to avoid them, but she also emphasized that mistakes don’t make us unworthy of love. Processing Ashley’s words in her mind, Melody was beginning to make sense of the events of the last twenty-four hours.

The boy in the parable was such a foolish, flawed individual, yet he was welcomed home by his father, allowing him to become a better person long term. If even he was deserving of such love, maybe this servant genie is in fact deserving of her kind and generous master. I didn’t DO anything to deserve his love, but ... maybe that’s the point?

As the service came to a close, Melody’s mood had brightened considerably. She joined in singing the final hymn, and was very excited to meet Ashley. Once the congregation was dismissed, she was about to start walking out with Mike, when he held her back by the arm.

“Not yet, wait ‘til you hear the organist’s last piece,” he said with a wink.

On cue, the organ started playing another Bach piece, The Little Fugue in G Minor. Much faster than the prelude, Melody was impressed as the organist danced up and down the keyboard with little effort. As the piece came to an end, she joined the small lingering group of the congregation in applauding the organist.

Turning to Mike, she excitedly asked, “Can we go meet Ashley now?”

Mike laughed. “Sure thing. You enjoyed that sermon, didn’t you?”

As they walked out into the gathering room, the pair saw Ashley finishing her goodbyes to an elderly couple. Spotting Mike from across the room, she made her way over to him, announcing her presence with her traditional greeting.

“Hello friend!”

Ashley had been greeting everyone she met that way since high school.

“Hey Ashley,” Mike responded, stepping into her side hug. “Wanted you to meet my new girlfriend.”

“Hi, I’m Melody Roberts.”

“Delighted. Ashley Perkins.” She shook Melody’s hand.

Melody seemed a bit more shy than usual. “I, um, really enjoyed your sermon. It really spoke to me.”

Ashley beamed. “Well thank you. It’s one of my favorite topics to preach on.”

Biting her lip, Melody said, “It was exactly what I needed to hear.”

Mike chuckled. “I think you’ve got yourself a fan, Ashley.”

“Well, tell you what,” Ashley said, “I’ve got one more service I’m preaching at, but afterwards, how about you two join Trey and me for lunch?”

Nodding, Mike replied, “Sounds good to me. I’ve got a quick errand I need to run, so we’ll meet you at Lenny’s Subs at, say, noonish?

“That’ll work. We’ll see you there. Bye Melody, great meeting you!”

“You too!” Melody waved as they strolled to the parking lot.

Mike drove a few miles up the road, arriving at the local Home Depot. As they entered the hardware store, he mentioned to Melody, “I’ve got a couple things to pick up. Why don’t you wait for me in the garden section? They’ve got lots of plants and flowers I bet you’d like.”

“Ok!”

As Melody strolled through the greenhouse, inspecting the various brightly colored flowers and plants, she was entranced by the sheer variety of pleasant scents entering her nose. Stopping to read each of the descriptions, she hadn’t even realized that it had been a full thirty minutes before Mike returned.

“Hey baby!” She saw he was empty handed. “Didn’t find what you needed?”

“Nope, they were out. Ready to head to lunch?”

“Sure. You said the place is called Lenny’s Subs?”

“Yep,” he replied. “It’s a sandwich shop. They’re based out of Philadelphia, but are working to expand into other states now.”

During the short drive to lunch, Melody described the various flowers and plants she had seen in the greenhouse. Her favorite smelling ones were the daisies, though she loved the look and feel of lamb’s ear plants too. As the pair pulled into the parking lot, they saw Ashley already inside the sub shop sitting with her husband, Trey. As the pair entered, Mike introduced Melody to Trey. He was a large man, well over six feet tall and 270 pounds, but his imposing figure was soon overtaken by his sharp wit and jovial personality.

I like him, Melody thought to Mike. He seems a lot like you.

I figured as much, Mike responded, chuckling in her head. Like I said, he and Ashley are some of the few people I choose to keep around as friends.

As they stepped up to the counter, Mike let Trey and Ashley go first to give Melody time to decide from the enormous menu. After a couple of suggestions from Mike and Trey, she settled on a 6” Philly cheesesteak with provolone cheese, being that the shop originated in Philadelphia. Mike ordered his favorite 8” meatball mozzarella sub.

As the quartet ate their lunches, Mike and Melody repeated their now familiar origin story. Ashley smiled wide hearing of Melody’s interest in Mike’s spiritual life, nodding in approval.

“While I don’t believe in predestination,” Ashley mentioned, “I do believe that God puts us in situations where, if we make the right choices, we can find exactly what we need, sometimes in the most unexpected ways.”