Fading... - Sex Stories

Fading...

... So she poked around in the fridge and found a takeout container of chicken with pasta and that would work. As the food was warming up, the TV continued to play, and the 6pm news began. Just as she put the food on a plate, and sat down to eat I heard my name spoken, and it had come from the TV.

She watched the TV, and there was a class photo of me, and then video of a gigantic wreck, with the final shots being of my car, and how the driver's side of the vehicle looked like it had been smashed into by a train. The Newscaster went on to say that Carl Martin was in a coma, in what they called 'guarded' condition.

It was the most surreal moment I'd ever experienced, somehow, my dream had circled back to my actual life, and in my actual life I'd been in some kind of auto-accident, I remembered the truck, and headlights quickly approaching while its horn blared wildly.

I played it back again in my head, but it was all the same. This was a dream, I'd wake up, and everything would be back to normal, I thought of my parents, and then I thought of college and everything it would be, how my life would finally get on track, and I'd stop being the loneliest guy in the world.

It had to be a dream.

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Steph finished eating and then finished the laundry, getting the sheets and blanket back on the bed, and making a note to rent a carpet cleaner the next day to see about salvaging the carpet. With the blanket still warm from the dryer, she snuck under the covers and enjoyed ...

... the comforting embrace of the blanket, and minutes later we nodded off. A bit after 10pm the phone rang, and woke me with a start. I was still in Steph's body, I was still dreaming, at least I think I was. Steph shook her head and answered the phone.

"Hey Girl, Are you okay?" a female voice asked.

"I'm good Gretchen, just really tired today, lots to think about." Steph answered, apparently I recognized the voice.

"Thinking too much isn't going to help, you know that. I'll be at your place in an hour, we're going out." she said and giggled.

"Gretchen, not tonight, really." I was letting the auto-pilot run the show, besides, what could I say?"

"I'm already finishing up here, and heading your way, wear something sexy, we're going to Liquid, the DJ tonight is incredible, see you soon Hun." and then the phone went dead.

Steph shook her head, and wondered why she had dreamt about that guy once again, but whatever memories she had of her dream quickly disappeared.

I started the shower. By the time Gretchen rang the lobby intercom, I was just finishing up. I knew that Steph didn't have a dick, but my brain was rebooting and failing to power up. I watched as Steph put on the smallest of thongs, and a fancy black bra, then she sort of tugged her breasts together, and arranged them. She put on a black dress that had a very low neckline, and her tits seemed to almost pop out of it. She slipped on a pair of black high heels with a long, skinny stiletto heel, and easily ...