A Dream Come True Ch. 01 - Sex Stories

A Dream Come True Ch. 01

... he had to turn his body to face her, grabbing at the other arm and pin that at her side. Doing so brought him tantalizingly close to her, their faces nearly touching, and it took him a moment to realize that as the playfulness gave way to an awkwardness and tension so thick that he was certain that if he had a knife, he was sure he could cut it.

Emma's beautiful green eyes stared into his blues, a scene that he'd played out in his dreams a billion times before, and neither of them said anything. A part of him wondered if this was another dream, just some kind of cruel trick from his subconscious, but then again, his dreams with Emma were never like this. They were always in bed, always with her standing in his doorway, always sucking him off and then, if he was lucky enough to last that long still sleeping, he'd get to make love to her.

This was considerably different, and he didn't have to pinch himself to know that this wasn't a dream. This was very much real. He felt her struggle lightly against him, and a part of him told him to release her, to let her go, but another part of her, that little devil on his shoulder, demanded he double down. So he did, pinning her arms a little more firmly. He found it funny to be overpowering Emma of all people, who could easily handle him when they were younger. They hadn't had a genuine tussle like this for a long time, however short it may have been, so he had always just assumed that she was capable of folding him in half if ...

... she really wanted to.

Her breathing picked up a little once his dominance had been reaffirmed, and she stopped struggling. He could smell the beer on her breath, knew that she was at least two or three cans deep even before he got there, and he felt a little guilty. Here his body was demanding that he kiss her, to take advantage of this, seduce her and pound her into the couch, and despite having cum twice already, his cock was agreeing with his brain. There was some conflict not just with him, but also with her.

"Um.." Emma swallowed hard, her eyes never leaving his. "... do you have anything harder than beer we can drink?" She wasn't so drunk that she didn't know what she was doing it seemed. Luckily, Mike had a secret stash just for times like this. Well, perhaps not for times SPECIFICALLY like this, but more when it was just necessary for him to get shitfaced and pass out with the minimal amount of alcohol required. Like when his loneliness got the better of him. It certainly wasn't there for him to ply anyone into sex in a moment of vulnerability.

"Y-yeah." He gently released her, careful and slow in case a retaliation strike was about to come, but instead, she half lay there, her chest rising and falling, looking like a deer caught in headlights for a moment. "You don't.. I mean.."

"Come on, pussy," she smirked at him suddenly, seeming to regain some of her earlier confidence now that she wasn't completely vulnerable. "Get out the good stuff."

He stood and ...