The butter on the popcorn

"Hey, don't stand dreaming there, we'll miss the bus."

Jeremiah turned. He blinked. "Uh?" he mumbled.

"Come on, man, we'll be late for the bus," Bobby urged, tugging at Jeremiah's hand.

They reached the bus-stop with two minutes to spare. Still seeming to be in a daze, Jeremiah walked to the newsvendor nearby and bought a magazine. The cover was bright red, and the headline screamed, "WISHES GRANTED!"

Jeremiah felt his fingers tingle as he touched the magazine.

Then, he wasn't at the bus stop any more. He was in the restaurant whose French windows he had been gazing into. He was actually sitting there, at a prime table, wearing such togs! The togs he had imagined himself wearing. But that wasn't all. Siting next to him was ... was ...

Could it be?

The very girl he had been ogling. She wasn't with that other rich dude any more. HE was the handsome dude she was with, just like he had wished. And she was leaning on his shoulder, her breath light upon his cheek.

"Yes," she was whispering. "Yes. Your place tonight."

He tingled all over this time. Pausing only to finish the curry-and-rice dinner on his plate, grab some chocolate mousse for dessert, and have a quick coffee after, he led her to his car.

HIS car. It had to be his, he had the keys in his pocket. A shiny blue Ford Anglia. She snuggled against him on the drive home, and, when they got to his apartment, she didn't hesitate. It was clear she wanted him, and wanted him badly. As badly as he wanted her.

"Please be gentle," she begged, as his hands grasped at the buttons on her blouse. "You see, it's my ... my ... I mean I've never ..."

Jeremiah gasped. This was the icing on the cake. It was her first time?

Actually, it wasn't.

She had lost her virginity -- to him, a month ago -- but he had forgotten all about it. He had forgotten how gorgeous her breasts were, how lovey her hips ... it was wonderful to be her first, here and now!

*********

She was snuggled against him when he woke. The sun was high in the sky, it was late. She was still asleep. He smiled to himself. What a night! Now, if only there could be breakfast ...

The unmistakable smell of toast wafted into the room. Plus coffee. Plus ... omelette? Wa someone making a cheese omelette?

His mobile vibrated. He reached to the bedside table and managed to answer it without waking her. "Hello?" he whispered.

"This is Jeeves, sir," a soft voice replied. "I wasn't sure whethere to enter to bring you breakfast in bed. I thought it might disturb you."

He had a butler? He had forgotten that, but so what?

Carefully, he slipped out from under her sleeping form. "I'll be right out!"

He didn't dress fully. He simply put a dressing gown on, knotting the belt well. That omelette couldn't wait, and the toast must not go soggy.

He was on his third helping when she came out to join him.

"Good morning," she muttered, as she kissed him full on the lips. "Once you're done breakfast, we'll go to the football game. I have two tickets ..."

"My goodness, I gave up wishing for that one a while ago!"

"But you forgot you had mentioned the wish to me, and I got them for you!" Somehow, she knew it was safe to say that, he wouldn't remember their previous encounter and wouldn't ask for more.

The icing on the cake? The butter on the popcorn! He had forgotten that with every ticket, there came a free popcorn packet every quarter!

This is the life!