Not Quite

It was 2:30 in the morning, or so Tamara guessed. She had been trying to sleep for a bit now but found little success.

She tossed and turned in the dark, trying to get her brain to shut up. But no matter how hard she tried she kept thinking about the party.

Jessica was willingly having sex with her. Yes, the ring did help, but it could not change her mind. Jessica was into her breasts of her own accord.

Not to mention how she could do literally anything she wanted now. She wouldn't, but just knowing she could was intoxicating.

She tried to reach for the extra pillow she kept on her bed to hug but it wasn't there. She probably pushed it off when getting up this morning, and standing up would only serve to wake her further.

Without thinking she sleepily murmured. "I wish I had someone to hug..."

And in the blink of an eye she found her arms were now wrapped around something warm and heavy.

"Nghh... Mistress..." Mumbled the sleeping figure as she shifted slightly, her legs rubbing together.

Tamara's heart leaped. She had inadvertently wished Jessica into her sleeping partner.

The ring holder couldn't help but look her genie over.

She was almost impossible to see in rhe dark, but the shadows traced her silhouette. She wore a long sleeved pajama top, which was to be expected in the chilly season, and thick pajama pants, which were now probably at least moist thanks to Tamara's accidental wish.

Her hair was slightly messy, probably from being a sleep for a few hours, and she was facing her mistress, with her hand resting on her waist.

Tamara pulled Jessica a bit closer, careful to not wake her, and the cheerleader instinctively rested her head upon her chest.

Having an actual presence there with her helped her insomnia, and Tamara was out cold in 10 minutes.