Genie Part 12
By Muscle Fan, covert.1@hotmail.com
A fictional short story of a young muscle maiden and her life.


'It will be great to get my driver's license,' I thought, 'I'll be sixteen
shortly and back in school. I don't want to ride a bus.'

The following day after breakfast, a work out, and while I was working on my
tan, Alicia came out to the patio and told me that she had spoken to the
driving instructor, Mr. Babcock, and that he'd start tomorrow. I was excited
and gave Alicia a big kiss. 'Thank you Aunt Alicia,' I said, 'maybe once I get
my license I can get my own car.' 'We'll see about that, Genie, first things
first,' she said, 'learn to drive, then license, then we'll see about a car.'

I kept wondering what Mr. Babcock would be like. As it turns out, he was
fifty-ish, with a bad combover and rather pudgy. He wore slacks and a white
shirt, no tie. He wore glasses and looked like an accountant. He stood about
5'-5". He was a short man.

Since I desperately wanted my driver's license, and I needed a certificate
from a driving school to get it, I had dressed conservatively and promised
Aunt Alicia to be on my best behaviour. I was wearing shorts (although not too
short), a lose fitting T-shirt, a pair of cross-trainers, but no socks.

Aunt Alicia introduced me and he said, 'It's a pleasure to meet you, Miss
Brown', extending his hand to shake. I took his in mine and noticed it was
smaller than mine. I didn't sqeeze hard, but thought I saw him flinch slightly
as we shook. 'Well,' he said, 'shall we get started?'

He had a late model mid-size car. It had magnetic signs on the door
proclaiming 'Student Driver', I instantly hated the car because I felt
everyone would be watching. I got behind the wheel and went through all the
procedures; adjust the seat, adjust the rearview mirror, etc. After
approximately 10-minutes, we were on the road. Once away from the house, I
couldn't help noticing that Mr. Babcock kept glancing at my legs. I knew he
was intrigued with what he saw. I smiled to my self and thought, 'no man can
resist my muscles, and those that try, I'll beat into submission'.

After an hour, we were back at the house. I thought all went well. 'See you
tomorrow, Miss Brown,' Mr. Babcock said and drove off.

The next day, he returned, dressed similar to the day before. I, on the other
hand wore a pair of short shorts and a halter top that showed not only my
breasts but gave old Mr. Babcock a little view of my abs. If he glanced at me
several times yesterday, today he was looking at me about every 2 or 3
minutes. All went well and I neither hit anyone nor ran them off the road.

On the third day of my lessons, I wore a pair of bikini bottoms and a cut off
T-shirt that ended below my tits. The seat belt ran between my breasts making
them appear larger than they already are. Mr. Babcock now sat sideways in the
passenger seat virtually staring at me. I glanced over as I drove and asked,
'Is something wrong, Mr. Babcock? Did I do something wrong?' 'Err, ahhh, no
Miss Brown, you didn't do anything wrong,' he said, 'It's just that it's very
distracting for me with what you're wearing. It's hard to, ahh,' and as I
glanced over, he didn't finish. With my right hand I put it on his thigh and
squeezed gently, 'Mr. Babcock, you were saying it was hard,' I said, 'what's
hard, Mr. Babcock?'

I casually stroked the bulge in his pants with my forefinger. He now had his
head back against the headrest and his mouth was slightly open. With my left
hand, I steered to the curb. The street was deserted, so I unfastened my seat
belt and turned to face him. 'Look, Babcock,' I said, 'I'm done playing games.
I need to get that certificate to take to motor vehicles so I can take the
driving test. I'm going to unzip your pants and give you the best hand job
you've ever had, and then you're going to give me that certificate, do you
understand?'

He mumbled a 'yes', and I unzipped his pants and freed his cock. 'Hmm, I
thought, all of about 4-inches. I better be careful not to hurt him.' With his
penis between my thumb and forefinger, I stroked him. He didn't last
5-minutes. He came a lot, soaking his pants, the seat and my hand.

'Ooh, disgusting,' I said, 'lick that off my hand, Babcock.' I held my hand to
his mouth and he licked his cum from my hand. As he did, I couldn't help but
notice the one redeeming quality of Mr. Babcock. His tongue was amazingly
long. I licked my lips picturing his tongue in my clit.

'Look, Babcock,' I told him, 'get in the back seat and lay down. I got you
off, now I want you to get me off. Put that tongue of yours to some use.' I
more or less had to nudge him, but he got in the back seat and layed down. I
got in and straddled his face and moved the crotch of my bikini bottom to one
side. 'OK, Babcock, tongue me, make me come,' I commanded. He did as he was
told. He had a wonderful tongue that would make any woman happy, even a muscle
goddess such as me. I came and soaked his face in the process. He was a mess
with his own cum on his pants and mine on his face and shirt. I smiled at the
sight of him.

We drove home in silence. Back at the house, before getting out, I said, 'OK,
I upheld my part of the arrangement by getting you off, now I need that
certificate.' He didn't even hesitate. He filled in my name, date and signed
it handing it to me. 'Thanks, Babcock, and by the way, FYI, what you lack in
the dick department,' I said, 'you more than make up for in the tongue
department. Stick with what you do best,' then I got out of the car and ran
into the house.

The following week, I took my certificate and other paperwork to the motor
vehicle office. I took the written test, which I passed, and waited for a
driving test person. As luck would have it the tester I had was a middle age
woman who looked like she didn't want to be there.

'OK, honey,' she said, 'take your time and we'll get you through this. Don't
be nervous.' I ran through my mental check list; seat, mirrors, etc., and took
off from the motor vehicle office. I followed her commands and then we pulled
into the parking lot again. I thought I was done, but she said, 'One last
thing, you need to parallel park. Pull up along the orange cones and back into
the space provided.'

It took me two attempts, but I got the car in without hitting the cones.
'Nearly perfect, but you're not close to the curb,' she said. I looked at her
and said, 'Well, to save time, I'll show you what I'd do.' I got out of the
car and walked to the rear, picked the car up by the bumper and moved it to
the curb. I did the same with the front. The woman was startled. 'I've never
seen that before,' she said when I was back behind the wheel. 'You probably
never will again,' I said and flexed my bicep and kissed it.

She sat there, her mouth open slightly. 'Go ahead, feel my muscles, I know you
want to,' I told her, and gave her my warmest smile. She reached out and
touched the bulging bicep. 'Impressive, huh,' I asked, 'and what about these
quads?' I flexed my right leg for her and she touched my thigh. 'Hard as a
rock, woudn't you say,' I asked. She nodded and I smiled at her.

'So, do I pass,' I asked. Finally finding a voice, she said, 'Oh, honey, you
passed all right, in more ways than one,' and she signed the test and dated it
and I drove to the parking lot.

Now I had a driver's license. I would be starting a new high school soon and I
was working with my aunt making a lot of money acting out pervert's fantasies.
My life was good.

To be continued ...