Chapter 1

“Okay, man ... time to make that wish!” I heard my best friend say to me as I sat down to blow out the birthday candle.

Yes, candle, singular. I didn’t have a full-on birthday cake, because I hadn’t lived with my family for the past seven months. Something about being treated like crap tended to cause one to leave home, after all. No, my best friend and I lived together, and even then, neither of us had the energy or time or skills to make our own birthday cakes. It was a single birthday ice cream cake at the local ice cream shoppe for the both of us.

Actually, my buddy and I worked together in our own business, which was frankly picking up steam and made both of us glad that we didn’t bother with college. It was a strange thing, neither of us expecting the degree to which our particular firm would catch on, but the timing was just lucky. It was also a freakish coincidence that our real success started with a birthday wish of hers just six months ago. What were the odds of that?

Oh, yeah, I guess that I didn’t mention that my best friend was a girl, did I? Val was, well, Val. We had always been close, but always in a platonic sense. I wondered if she was gay, to be honest, though I never broached the subject. What if she was straight and I offended her, or if she was bi? I figured that she’d tell me herself in her own good time, just as she did with everything else, anyway.

“It’s just a tradition. Not gonna do anything, right?” I shrugged.

“Oh, don’t be like that. So much negativity can jinx it. I chose ... to put my whole mind, heart, and energy into the wish, and voila, here we were, with a prosperous new home business to show for it. We’ve avoided having to go back to our families, both of whom seem to consider us pariahs or personae non grata, anyway.

“That’s the trick, Sam. Just try it. Put your whole heart, mind, soul, will, everything into that wish, mean it, believe it, babe, and see just what happens, okay? Do it. Wish it. Claim it. Go for it. Man up, okay, and aspire to something that you really want! Close your eyes, use the fucking Force, at the risk of sounding too geeky, and well, you know!” Val winked at me now.

“But don’t say it, right?” I recalled the rules, giving it a chance as I prepared to inhale and exhale now.

“Nope. Don’t say it. That jinxes it. I don’t care what it is. Do it. For once in your life, take a chance, well, other than the one that you already took when you left home, moved in with me, and became my partner,” Val gave me a coy smile now.

“Okay, here it goes,” I took another deep breath, closed my eyes, and let my honest heart’s desire come to mind.

I wished with all of my heart, soul, and mind. I wished for what I wanted. I knew that I would find out very soon if my wish came true. If it did, it would be very fucking obvious. And it was partly Val’s fault, because she helped to bring it closer to the surface in time.

I blew out my candle, and then waited for the first chance to test my birthday wish, if it would work at all. It was a very specific wish, after all, and if I was right, few if any people would be able to stop it. It was a very Jedi wish, in fact.

“Excuse me, are you going to finish that soon? I hate to kick you out, but Marty’s is about to close soon, man,” the proprietor’s daughter, a very cute, if sometimes bitchy strawberry blonde named Morgan, got a little nasty with me to my shock.

“You don’t want to pressure me to leave. You want to suck my cock under the table while Val and I eat this cake,” I waved my hand at her, making Val snort out her soda as Morgan in fact did just that.

Before I knew it, Morgan was under the table, yanking my pants down and sucking me within an inch of my life. Val watched with real fascination, just as Marty did, walking over finally with a very red face as he saw his daughter giving me head and loving it. He wagged a finger at me and also at his own daughter, of course.

“That’s it ... take your cake to go, leave, and never come back! You’re disrupting my shop!” Marty demanded of me.

“You don’t want to kick us out. You want to make this cake complimentary to pay for your rudeness and you want to eat Val out very enthusiastically under the table,” I waved my hand at the owner, who promptly knelt and unzipped my best friend’s pants to get to work dining at the Y.

Within minutes, Val’s moans could be heard very loudly, though thankfully we were alone in the shop with the staff due to the late hour. She held Marty’s head down at her crotch as he licked and made her squirm with her arousal. Wow, I thought, this stuff really does work! Holy smokes! I owed Val a lot more than just some cunnilingus, especially if it might be from the wrong sex or gender, didn’t I? She had just given me the power to do so more with my life, just by urging me to believe in the power of the birthday wish.

“Holy smokes ... you ... wished ... for Jedi powers, didn’t you?” Val gasped as she creamed on Marty Maguire’s eager tongue and dismissed him.

“Guilty as charged. It has a lot of uses, including for business, but yes, it can be handy for a sex life, too. I considered my options, but this one just seemed the most practical. In fact, you want to tell me any secrets that you haven’t dared to tell even me. Because you can trust me, can’t you, Valerie?” I tried it on her, eager as I was to see how strong her mind was as well as find out anything that she feared to disclose.

“I’m ... in love with you,” Val blurted, much to my genuine surprise.

“See now, was that so hard? Was that why you wanted to live with me ... and work with me so much? Tell the truth and shame Darth Vader,” I teased Val now, putting my hand on hers.

“Um ... yeah ... sorry, I supposed that I’ve been your friend so long that I feared losing that, even if I wanted so much more. I just ... hoped that it would somehow ... happen. You know ... you and me. Please ... don’t ... ruin this ... what we have ... don’t ... please ... please ... just ... let me entertain the hope, somehow, that we can be ... together. Don’t close the door on it completely,” Val began crying, which made me feel like a complete jerk, even if it was great news.