“Aye baby, you want to dive into my pot’o’gold?” Lisa asked in a terrible Irish accent as Tommy walked into the kitchen.
“Holy shit, it was real!” Tommy cried out as Lisa licked her lips, played with her hair, and held the bottle of booze.
Tommy walked over and stood just in front of Lisa, then reached down gently caressed the gold coins that sat in the put between her legs.
“Mmmm…. Oi you’ve got soft hands. You play’n with my gold inclines me to grant yea a wish.” Lisa said in a low inviting tone.
Tommy took on of the coins and raised it up to Lisa’s lips, gently pressing against her lower lip, she moaned and sucked on it gently.
He let it drop after a few moments, shoved the pot from between her legs, and pulled her suspenders to the side before ripping her flimsy thong from her body.
Lisa moaned and groaned as she let the bottle of alcohol drop to the side as Tommy dropped his pants and slide his dick inside of her.
A while later, they both came hard and collapsed onto the floor, both completely satisfied.
“Aye! I said one wish each! I’m not givin each of yea three wishes!” the small bearded man in the green suit said as Tommy, Rich, and Danny blocked his escape from the alleyway.
“That’s not fair! The legend says three wishes!” Danny said.
“Yeah, everyone knows that!” Rich seconded him.
Tommy just stayed quiet, he wasn’t as drunk as his friends, though still drunk, after all it was St. Patrick’s day!
The three friends had been celebrating since college, with a pub crawl, followed by merriment at one of their apartments. The last couple of years it had been more difficult to do, with all of them having girlfriends who wanted to be a little more mature and not get completely shit faced for the evening.
Lisa was the worst of them, she hated St. Patrick’s day with a passion, and refused to do anything but stay home. Tommy wasn’t sure how many more of these celebrations with his friends he had left before she’d give him an ultimatum, so he was taking advantage while he could.
They’d stumbled out of the last pub of the night and staggered down the back alleyway to cut over to where they had parked, only to find the small man cursing and shouting at no one in particular. As soon as he’d seem the three friends, he’d bolted down a side alley, and before Tommy knew what was happening, Rich and Danny were chasing after him.
So, here they were, with a trapped leprechaun, negotiating for wishes.
“Take you’re one or begone with none!” the small man said and finally Danny relented.
“Ok, fine! I wish I had a million dollars.” Danny said.
“Granted!” the small man replied with a wink and a brief shower of sparkles filled the air.
Danny looked confused and then frowned, “Well?” he asked.
“Did yea think I would drop a gold bar on yea head? Check your bank account boyou.” the small man shot back.
Danny fumbled with his phone and then his eyes went wide, “Shit!” he cried out and then bolted from the alleyway, “See yea suckers!” he called back over his shoulder and disappeared into the night.
“And for yea?” the small man said to Rich with a raised eyebrow.
“Uh… I wish my girlfriend was a supermodel.” Rich stumbled out and the small man winked and the sparkles appeared once more.
Rich pulled out his phone and his eyes went wide just like Danny’s had, then he too ran from the alleyway as fast as he could.
“Geez, not even a thank you.” the small man said with a grin, “And what about you?”
Tommy blinked, thought about it for a moment, then spoke, “I wish my girlfriend was a lot more into St. Patrick’s day. Like, I mean a lot more into it, so that she’d enjoy it just as much as I do.”
The small man grinned and winked one final time as the sparkles appeared and he vanished.
Tommy, unsure if he was just black out drunk, face down in the alley and hallucinating the whole thing, or really just made a wish to a leprechaun, just staggered his way back home.
