Prompt:
Trina Vega travels 4 hours into the future, meets her future self, and she loves herself so much that the two Trinas end up making love, then the original travels back to the present knowing that four hours later she will experience the same encounter from the opposite perspective.

Warning- Graphic sex!

I wasn't surprised when I found a genie. I was more surprised that it had taken so long. I had been looking for years in old oil lamps and then one day I heard traditionally they are just as likely to be found in rings so I started cruising thrift stores and junk shops. I didn't bother with antiques stores because I'd heard Djinn were always to be found in simple and unassuming objects.

I also used to believe that you had to own the object. Which means i bought a lot of junk before I heard that Djinn had a very simple idea of ownership if you were holding it when you released them it was yours as far as they were concerned. So then I would always nonchalantly give it a rub. Which meant a lot of my time was still taken up with trying, but my room did not grow anymore cluttered.

The ring that finally worked, I almost didn't even try. It was a blue green wavy frosted material that looked like beach glass. I almost thought it was just a piece of trash that coincidentally has the dimensions of something real. It had a thickness to it but if it was the top of a bottle that had been broken off and worn smooth, it might have the same thickness and raised wave if the threads the cap had screwed onto had worn away partially. i knew for sure that I had seen bottles that were both up to twice as thick at the rim and had threads on top of that.

Either way it was being sold with beach glass jewelry on the Santa Monica Pier and I bought it because it fit and I actually liked it. sort of like the sea with sea green for the most part but faded to white at the top of some of the ridges, like seafoam.

I didn't even genie rub it I just put a little water on it and rubbed to see if the white at the wave tips would come off.

And suddenly I was facing a little brown djinni. She looked about my age even if she was probably ten thousand years old. She was dressed more like Princess Jasmine than I Dream of Jeannie. and not even palace Princess Jasmine. sort of like Princess Jasmine's streetrat disguise but made out of the fine materials of her palace garb. Which actually is how she would likely really look; because where would a sheltered princess even get rough homespun clothes? But she could wrap and layer her fine silks into a beggar costume that might pass muster at night if not looked at too closely.

She actually looked a lot like Cat Valentine, but more Jewy. She looked very Jewy. Especially since she had to be Arabic, almost by definition.

I asked her. I said no offense, but I think it seemed like she took offense though.

Then she only offers me one wish. One. Im certainly not gonna say that it was interesting how she looked so Jewy and then can't even manage the normal three wishes everyone else gets. Cause thats racist and I'm no bigot.

So we bargained back and forth, but she wouldn't see reason and I would rather have one wish then no wishes. and Id still have the ring and i was medium sure that i could get at least the real Cat and maybe even my sister to borrow the ring and use their one wish for me.

"I want to go into the future to exactly when I meet the love of my life." I said.

"Time travel is a messy business, Miss." I liked that she called me Miss at least. Though I'd trade it in a second for a fair number of wishes.

"Are you saying you can't do it?" I asked. Not really surprised that she'd try to wheedle out of it.

I can do it. But even though going to the future is safer than the past, it has some unique dangers." She said.

"I don't care its what I want." I replied.

"Like if you accidentally or intentionally meet yourself that could cause any number of issues from the possibility that you would just absorb into them. You could lock a time paradox where you just relive the time between now and when you depart to the future and when you meet them forever. It could even be a matter antimatter situation and the two of you touching could blow you both up with the power of a nuclear bomb." She continued.

"That is not going to happen. Just do it."

"You've apparently already met the love of your life and with interact with them any number of times in the future."

"Send me to a time it is only us. So there is no possibility I will talk to the wrong person and waste my wish."

"Okay." She said and suddenly I was outside my front door, my watch said six o'clock, but the door was locked and I didn't have my key.

I rang the doorbell. There was no answer. We were burning daylight for me to meet the love of my life. So I leaned on the doorbell.

It still took maybe five minutes but just when i thought maybe the locksmith I call will be the love of my life when I heard someone shouting through the door.

I never get one single moment to relax with my thoughts without someone asking something of me. I'm sorry but I have no more left to-"

Then all in a moment I was looking into my own face. Realizing that i always knew I was the prettiest girl I've seen but I was the most appealing in every way. And I knew 'relaxing with my thoughts was my code phrase so no one knew I was masturbating.

That was the last bit that pushed me over the edge

I took her...my face in my hands and kissed her. hard and deep and long. Then as I backed her up into the living room still kissing her hard.

I opened her robe. "You're naked." I whispered.

She looked understandably shocked then replied. "You're me."

"and you're lucky I am if you're going to answer the door in a robe with nothing underneath." I said.

"Don't get stern when you are clearly happy with what I'm wearing." she said, cuddling closer.

I began to rub her with two fingers. Slipping my other hand around to the back of her head as I gave myself over to the kiss again.

I was surprised certainly, being the love of my own life, and was a bit shocked by what a nice, heart thudding, panty dampening, surprise it was.

I pulled my fingers away and sniffed them quickly before sticking them in my mouth. They had a tangy sweetness that was both delicious and an incredible turn on. I had a lot to look forward to, she was just starting to get slippery.

I took my fingers out wet from my mouth and reached back to her. This time sliding easily between her luscious lips. I pushed her back against the chair which pushed her hips forward onto my hand as I continued to slide my fingers between her lips slick sexy lips. Stroking her perfect sensitive flesh with my slick fingers as well as special attention on her clit. I kissed her then I pushed her back onto the couch.

Hungrily, I took her lips and tongue and mouth as I leaned over. Possessively, almost but who could I possess more than myself.

I felt so incredibly lucky. But also I knew I deserved this like no one did. I got to kiss and touch this amazing perfect girl because I was just as amazing. I had to be, by definition.

That's kind of what was running through my head, not that thought out and complete.

It was bits of that mixed with a whole lot of passionate fleshy hunger. And her lips and tongue were like a drug to me.

Once I'd allowed my fingers inside her I had to sink my fingers to the hilt. I had to feel her gripping me there, so warm and wet and smooth.

Apparently my kegel clenches were paying off because even with one finger i could feel her bear down tight enough to give me a little pressure. With the second in there I could almost grab me.

Then she started moaning into my mouth as I fingered her. Which turned me on to no end. Then it occurred to me actually being able to lick up her sticky slippy sweetness and after enjoying her next cries of ecstasy moaned into my mouth, I began to kiss down.

Until I finally reached my prize, licking between those welcoming lips. I'd tasted myself before and it was amazingly delicious. But licking my sweet juices from the source that was a new kind of special and magic.

My soft, relaxed hands flopped on top of my head like I was trying to direct me but was so boneless with pleasure I couldn't do it. I/she groaned long and low with her/my first sweet release.

Apparently those kisses got her going even more than me.

I licked up along the opening and around. Tasting and exploring her. Kissing my fleshy pouty lips as I ventured still deeper with my tongue.

Licking, kissing, sucking at her. My hands stroking the skin of her thighs and tummy.

I wrapped my arms around her thighs and squeezed, hugging her as I kissed her so thoroughly and honestly with such amazing need.

Need I keenly felt. Need for her taste and her scent. Need for the unique feel of this flesh on my tongue.

But it was all stemming from a greater need. My general need for her. Some how my natural affection and respect for myself was added to and intensified with this other me this perfected self before me. In every way possible to need a person, I needed her.

I needed her beauty lighting my life.

Somehow I suddenly fit even more perfectly within my life. Felt all the more blessed and special than I had always known I was. And I know she felt the same way.

Then I realised my sweet double seemed to be enjoying a little cum. She wasn't thrashing around, but her breathing was getting loud and her adorable moans had picked up just a bit of an edge. She panted, gasped, and moaned as I kissed and licked her perfect, pretty, pouty, plump, pussy.

I brought my hands into play, spreading her open, then turning to the side a bit, licking my fingers and sliding them in.

Spreading them apart once they were in there. Opening her deep so I could really push my mouth and tongue in and lick inside. Moving my head a bit each way licking and sucking on one side then the other. One slippery yummy pussy lip at a time.

Penetrating her with my thrusting fingers as I licked my way up to her firm slick clit, poking out and wanting attention. That I was all too happy to give.

I loved kissing, licking and sucking on her small slick bump. Id never thought of myself as this gay, I would have called myself only 10% bi, but this felt so right and real and perfect.

I was mostly enjoying the feel of her, and of the moment. This was a new and crazy experience I could never have imagined.

Although of course I was trying to make her cum again as well. As she was coming up over the crest of number three, her hands entwined deep in my hair.

I pulled back; licked around the outside of her. Lapping up the juices that were starting to leak out around my fingers. I ran my tongue down my finger lying flat at the entrance then added the third to the two already working inside her.

Her moans became louder and her breathing heavier. Then I pressed down with my tongue on her clit; licking harder, and shifted my three fingers to begin stroking the roof of her in a come hither gesture rather than my earlier thrusting.

I upped the tempo a bit and continued to make love to her with my mouth and fingers.

In and out with my fingers. While I went up and down and around with my mouth.

I could feel a certain heaviness inside myself. Just the taste and feel and smell of her was turning me on to the point I was almost ready to cum myself. With myself too, I guess.

Both hands were clenched together and stuffed in her mouth I think she was even biting them as they muffled her screams of ecstasy. Of course I knew how to do it exactly how I liked.

Then both hands came down as her yells softened to a extended hiss, her hands going to the back of my head to push my face in; pressing me deeper, and her hips began to buck against me. Which only made me press down harder and deeper trying to make her cum harder as my own amazing miracle orgasm, without any stimulation, just from doing her. took me.

After that big one: as I licked her clean, wound down my own delight for now. And found myself kneeling alone with cum soaked panties at the beach.

I looked at my watch, only seven minutes had passed. So I had almost four hours to get home and get ready to meet me. In a few short hours I will have that same perfect encounter from the other side.

And if this turns out to be a loop where I somehow keep reliving this encounter from both sides every four hours. I was willing to call that the closest thing I could find to a perfect life unless they invent cloning.