A Dream Come True Ch. 03 - Sex Stories

A Dream Come True Ch. 03

... with shit like Hot Pockets and pizza rolls, not at all healthy. Willow arrived as the food was finished, filled a bowl, and disappeared into her room, shutting and locking the door behind him. So much for catching up with the girl. He could hear her talking to her adoring fans in her stream's chatroom, but it was muffled and impossible to really catch anything substantial except the odd word or some new generational mannerism of which he was no longer part or aware of.

So once he'd finished eating and cleaning up, he set the leftovers in the fridge and went back to his room. He shut the door and sat down on his bed, grabbing his old guitar and speaker from the closet, hooking them up, and beginning to play. He was beyond rusty, his fingers needing a little work remembering the chords to songs both new and old, original or otherwise. Somewhere in the middle of his fifth impromptu guitar solo, the door opened and in stepped Willow, looking annoyed at him.

She was wearing a t-shirt a few sizes too small for her, and he assumed that was on purpose to entice the simps watching her stream. Her shorts were similarly small and tight, no doubt for the exact same purpose. He noted she was barefoot, but he rarely saw her wear anything more than crocs, and only when she was out and about, a rare occurrence. Her waist length black hair was disheveled atop her head due to her headset having been taken off a few moments prior. Her annoyance melted away after a moment as she listened ...

... to him play.

"Damn. I forgot you used to be super good with a guitar, big bro." She leaned against the doorway, annoyance suddenly melting away, motioning for him to keep playing. "I was getting kinda annoyed that you were making so much noise, but this stuff is kinda nostalgic."

So he kept on playing, using his foot to turn the volume down on his speaker so he could talk to her properly. "Did I distract you from your stream?"

"Eh, fuck it, it was pretty much over. Oh, hold on." She disappeared from his doorway, and reappeared a few minutes later. This time though, she moved to his desk chair and sat down, turning it around to face him. "I come in here now and then and masturbate, smells great in here."

"Real mature, Lo. But that explains the fish smell." He didn't actually smell that, but he was content to tease back in this case. He wanted to give as good as he got.

She grinned at him, cracking her knuckles. "So. You wanna talk to me about Em?"

"Not really. But long story short, I don't think she's happy with me anymore."

"What makes you think that?"

"I got a girl pregnant."

"Oh shit!" Willow laughed, slapping the arm of the desk chair in her amusement. "Did you really? Was she at least hot?"

"Hotter than you," Mike shot back, to which Willow feigned as if she'd been hit in the heart for a moment.

"Okay, well, why does she care who you fucked?" She cocked an eyebrow at him, genuinely curious. "Did you two finally fuck?"

"Lo.." Mike warned ...