Sleepy sex.

Andrew was having the strangest dream. His cheeks were cold and he felt like he was somewhere very windy; a roller coaster, or maybe a wind tunnel. There was a strange giddy feeling in the pit of his stomach but he couldn't seem to look down to find out what it was. It felt good. He looked up and saw the starry night sky dotted with specks of red and orange light.

"What's going on," he slurred in his half-asleep stupor. Something hissed at him, like a snake or a cat. It was a friendly hiss and the feeling in his gut intensified. "What."

This must be sex, he thought. I'm having sex. He tried to look down again but his neck wasn't cooperating. He looked to the side and saw that he was in a sunny field. Wasn't it nighttime, though?

His train of thought was interrupted by an new, even more intense wave of pleasure that shocked in out of his reverie. Suddenly he was in Ross's living room, stretched out on his couch with his eyes half-lidded. In his lap Erica was slowly, languidly running her tongue along his penis. When she saw his eyes open, she grunted with disappointment.

"Shit," she said. "I was trying to see if I could make you come in your sleep."

"What?" he mumbled. "Why?"

She shrugged. "I dunno. Just wanted to give it a shot. Maybe another time, though." She sat up and offered a hand, pulling him up to sitting position. He stared woozily at her naked body, too tired to make an effort to hide his leering.

"You need sleep," she told him abruptly. "Stand up."

He stood up and she effortlessly unfolded Ross's cheap sleeper bed. It was already equipped with sheets and he fell onto it without any hesitation. Erica curled up next to him, stroking his hair. She held his head against her generous chest and hummed a gentle tune. Within seconds he was snoring again, so she decided to test her skills again. Her hand slowly snaked down and touched his half-erect member, her fingertips dancing lightly up and down it. He stirred but didn't awaken.

Encouraged, she added a little pressure on his head, pushing his cheek into her firm, supple tit while playing with his balls. He let out a low, satisfied groan and she felt his manhood gradually hardening under her expert touch.

Once Andrew was at full mast, she set about the work of bringing him gradually to climax. She squeezed his balls ever so slightly while rhythmically sliding her hand up and down his shaft. For several hours she gave him a slow-motion handjob, letting up only when he stirred or made a noise. She used the time to think about herself and their future together; about her new body and name; about the potential to actually feel love.

Suddenly his cock twitched twice in Erica's hand and he grunted. After a total of almost four hours of low-grade sexual gratification, he moaned softly and a tiny glob of semen dribbled down her knuckles. She brought her hand to her face and looked at the viscous, milky fluid for a second before slurping it down. She stood and went to the kitchen to wash her hands. When she was done, she found a blanket and draped it across his body before crawling in bed next to him.

Erica didn't sleep, of course, but like all golems, she could feign it perfectly. She closed her eyes, slowed her thoughts, and hugged her boyfriend tight.