Chapter 2

The next morning Marissa woke up with a huge headache and desperately searched for some aspirin in her bathroom medicine cabinet. She'd fell asleep so deeply that she'd almost forgotten about last night. She was late for her first class, theater appreciation, which was at 9 that morning. As she scurried over to get her clothes she almost tripped over the wine bottle from last night.

She looked at the bottle curiously first. Her heart was racing now as she lifted the bottle up to her right eye. There he was. Gene. He was sound asleep on his bed and Marissa smiled feeling relieved that last night was not a dream and that she wasn't losing her mind.

"Gene?" She questioned softly.

He shifted his body on the bed and opened his eyes slowly. Marissa saw him stretch and smile up at her. "Good morning Marissa. Did you sleep well?"

She nodded and put the bottle down on the floor. "Gene please come out of the bottle."

Again, less than a second he was standing before her. "Yes mistress."

"Gene I have to go to class right now. Will you be OK alone?

He shrugged. "Well not really. Can I go with you?"

She shook her head. "No way. I mean well can anyone besides me see you?"

He grinned. "Only if you want them to see me. It's your call mistress."

"Please just call me Marissa, and you can come to class with me if you remain invisible."

Gene raised his eyebrows. "You got it Marissa."

"OK then, now can you please just wait out here a few minutes while I get dressed?"

Gene nodded. "No. I wanna watch you get naked."

Marissa smirked sarcastically. "Down Gene, down."

He laughed and agreed to wait for her outside though deep down he longed to see that sexy little naked body of hers. The image of it still burned in his mind.

Half an hour later, Marissa and Gene walked to the huge theater building. She kept trying her hardest not to talk to Gene, so the other students wouldn't think she was weirder than they thought she already was.

"So is this the class where you see your dream lover Dylan?" Gene asked suddenly.

"Yes now Gene no funny business. Remember you don't do anything unless I command you to OK?"

"Yes. I understand. I was just wanting to see this Dylan guy that's all." Gene replied innocently.

They walked into the huge theater where all the students gathered around. Right away Gene noticed Marissa staring at a tall, muscular dirty blonde haired guy with soft gray eyes. He knew that had to be the famous Dylan guy she'd been masturbating for. The class began and Marissa sat listening but found her eyes wondering over to Dylan as he sat next to Ashley.

"If you like him that much, I can make him yours you know that." Gene whispered to Marissa as he made himself comfortable on the floor.

"Shhhh," Marissa responded trying not to get too loud.

Gene knew the Dylan guy was a jerk. He could tell right off hand and he always wondered why beautiful sweet girls like Marissa always fell for those types of guys. You shouldn't care so much damnit! She's your mistress and nothing else.

He looked over to Dylan and saw him running his hands up and down the cute redhead's legs. "Is that his girlfriend?" Gene asked as Marissa tried to avoid looking at them.

"Yes, now shhhh!" She said frustrated.

Gene felt naughty and he wanted to try out his powers. He wanted to do something simple. He looked at the teacher as he held out his book of famous celebrities that he'd met. Gene decided to make him drop the book. Gene slightly nodded his head and he watched his magic happen.

Mr. Taylor was speaking and suddenly the book fell off his hands on onto the floor. He didn't think anything of it and just bent down to pick it up. Gene laughed to himself and wanted to bad to do something to the Dylan guy or maybe the cute little redhead girlfriend of his.

She was wearing a short little blue jean skirt and a green and white tube top that anyone could just pull down and easily expose her breasts. He watched carefully as Dylan's hands massaged her neck and then he took a deep breath and did a slight nod once again.

Mr. Taylor was going on and on about the famous celebrities he'd encountered and suddenly his lecture stopped as he heard Ashley squeal.

"Ahhhhh!" She yelped loudly.

Marissa turned around and saw that her tube top had fell and her big breasts were exposed. She tried to cover them up and all the guys in the class gawked. Marissa felt her face turn as red as Ashley's.

Dylan just looked surprised and everyone saw Ashley get up furiously pulling her top up and slap him on his arm. He squirmed feeling embarrassed and ran after his girlfriend. The whole class was silent for a moment and then they all laughed uncontrollably. It took a while before the class finally calmed down, but Marissa could hear Gene trying to hold back his laugh.

"Gene! I told you no funny business!" She whispered.

"What was that Ms. Bernal?" Mr. Taylor asked looking at her under his thick lenses.

"N-nothing. Nothing at all."

She gave Gene a mean look and Mr. Taylor continued.****After class, Marissa walked out fast trying to control her anger. Gene walked behind her looking at her cute little tush as she sashayed. She tried to walk to a private little place behind the theater. She stood for a minute trying to catch her breath.

"Marissa I'm sorry I just had to practice my magic," Gene said apologetically.

She crossed her arms and paced back and fourth. "Ok now that you've practiced, you need to start behaving yourself Gene. Otherwise you might really hurt someone."

He smirked wickedly. "Hurt someone? I think I made every guys day there when I pulled down the cute redhead's top."

Marissa rolled her eyes. "Oh that was really mature Gene."

He laughed. "What? Look I mean if other guys saw her chest, then maybe they'd try asking her out and she'd leave Dylan so you can be with him."

"Yeah right. Never in a million years would Dylan look at me. I mean come one if you compare me to Ashley Thompson, it's like comparing gold to silver. I have no chance."

"You know Marissa, you've got low self esteem. Have you ever really taken a good look at yourself? I mean I think you're very pretty," Gene said stroking Marissa's long brown hair.

She pulled back. "If you say so. I've gotta get to my next class Gene. Come with me but this time please behave yourself. I beg you."

"You beg me? Well then I'd like to see you beg," He said sarcastically.

"Gene!"

"I'm kidding! Ok let's go and I promise to behave."

They headed off to Marissa's history class where Dylan would not be.

****After two more classes, Marissa and Gene headed back up to Marissa's apartment. It was hot outside that late September afternoon. Marissa put her backpack down and let herself fall on the bed.

"Well that was interesting," Gene began.

Marissa opened her eyes and raised herself on her elbows. "What do you mean?"

"Well I see you are very smart and yet you don't seem to have many friends do you?"

Marissa fell back down and sighed. "No I don't. I only have a few but I hardly see them."

"Tell me about them."

Marissa giggled. "You want to know about my friends? I must be boring you."

Gene sat on the small leather love seat. "Well you're not giving me any action so I have to at least have a conversation with you."