A Dream Come True Ch. 01 - Sex Stories

A Dream Come True Ch. 01

... her and the couch, though before he did, he reached out to grab her head and give it a push, a light, playful gesture, that he used to do to her growing up. She swatted at his arms with a laugh, but let him go by. He stepped into his room and shut the door behind him, removing his business clothes for something a little more casual. Shorts and a t-shirt, nothing fancy. With Emma there, even if he had any plans, he wouldn't have pursued them in favor of staying in with her.

"So." Mike called to Emma as he stepped into the kitchen, listening to her rapid changing of channels. He had to assess the damage to what little food and drink he still had, so he could make a list for tomorrow. "How goes it with your man?" He opened the fridge and leaned down. There was still a beer left, an absolute miracle. He grabbed it, made a few quick mental notes of the food still left in there, and closed the door.

Emma let out a groan of displeasure. "An absolute pig," she complained, taking a sip of her beer. "Found out he was taking advantage of me to help him pay off his debt. Guess I just sorta, I dunno, got infatuated with how good he fucked me and let my biases cloud my judgment again."

"You find all the guys that fuck you really well, but none that take care of you, huh?" Mike teased her, flopping down on the couch next to her. There was still some room between the two of them, but since the couch was a cheap used one from a thrift store, it wasn't spectacularly wide. Maybe only ...

... a foot or two separated them, which was just enough for him to not be distracted by the fact that every time she moved, he could tell she wasn't wearing a bra, as usual. The television being on also helped give him something to focus on.

"Pretty much," Emma responded, taking another long sip of her beer. There were a few awkward moments where only the television droned on, a news report about a failed bank robbery in the next city over, before she spoke up again. "Know any guys at work that treat a lady as well as they fuck?"

Mike chuckled lightly, looking over at her, realizing after a moment that, at some point, she'd turned all of her attention to him, which meant that her body was almost completely facing him. "Only if you love married guys that are twice your age and likely to have a heart attack mid-fuck."

Emma's face scrunched up lightly in disgust at the thought. "Fuck no!" She laughed, slapping at his shoulder once. A firm hit that made his skin tingle for a moment and caused him to flinch lightly from the unexpected attack. "Oh, come on, pussy, that didn't hurt!" She'd always been pretty rough and tumble. He was a bit of a crybaby earlier in life, but these days, he was at least able to handle it. Sort of.

"It's fine, I just wasn't expecting it, you fuckin' brat," Mike smirked at her. He watched her hand rise again to try to get him to flinch, but instead, he grabbed it and pinned it at her side. As he'd expected, the other hand immediately went up, and ...