A Dream Come True Ch. 01 - Sex Stories

A Dream Come True Ch. 01

... of his cock nice and slow before flicking the tip, and repeating. She did this, with varying degrees of success, all while bobbing her head slowly up and down. Her hand had long since slipped down to the base to grip him and keep him held steady.

He could feel a climax building rapidly, and try as he might, he just didn't have the ability to hold back long. This was too hot of a situation, and worse still, something he'd dreamed of almost constantly in the last few years. Still, this was a selfless act, and the least he could do was warn her about the impending climax. It would've been rude to just simply cum and see how she reacted to it, he reasoned.

"Em, I'm gonna cum.." He warned her, back arching lightly, cock twitching and throbbing in her mouth. She bobbed her head slowly up and down once, twice, three more times, almost as if she was trying to get him to absolutely lose his mind, and with a pop, she slipped her lips off of his cock, inch by agonizing (and pleasurable) inch. She looked slowly up to him with those beautiful green eyes, met his own blues, and opened her mouth to speak. Nothing came out except for circus music. There was a moment of confusion on his part, but then, he was jolted conscious, with only the silly cacophony of his morning phone alarm greeting him.

There he was, in bed, with the blanket over him, covered in sweat. He was practically panting, rock hard, and he worried that just brushing his cock any more against the soft fabric of his ...

... blanket would make him bust. There was a grumble of annoyance as he flung the blanket off of himself and just got to masturbating. It didn't take him long, as he just tried his damndest to continue in his mind's eye a dream that was rapidly deteriorating from his memory. Hot as it may have been, his brain chose to override his own desires and by the time he was finished, cleaned up, and clambered into the shower, he'd pretty much had forgotten most of the smaller details of it.

Emma had always been the girl of Michael's dreams, pretty much from the moment he'd hit puberty and realized that women were undoubtedly his thing. He'd had his fair share of women, especially as he came into his own during the later years of school, but none of them really stacked up when measured against his sister. She was the total package in high school, and remained so today: athletically gifted, socially embraced, and charismatic to boot. She was that girl who also seemed to know someone for just about every job. Car broke down? She knew a guy. Lightning fried your circuit breakers? Oh, she knew someone who owned an electrician company and could get them a discount.

Just about the only thing she couldn't seem to find success with was a man. Growing up, she had her pick of the litter, so to speak, and for anyone she dated, she was the perfect woman. She flowed easily into any role she needed to fill at any one time. She could be a girl boss, in full control of her destiny; one of the guys, ...