The spell is broken

I heard a noise, but it wasn't my alarm. It was a different alarm, and I was confused. I slapped around on my bedside table to no avail. Then I heard a similar shuffling sound from the other side of the bed. That's when I remembered – someone had shared my bed last night! My foggy morning-brain pulled together enough memories of the night before to recall that her name was Angela, she was adorable, and she would be **** do anything I told her to do thanks to my magical dating app. Last night I had told her to believe we were a committed couple, and on that premise we had a hot love-making session before falling asleep together. The memory of that, combined with my usual morning wood, compelled me to scoot closer to my bedmate.

Angela was on her back, asleep again. I assumed she had set multiple alarms so she would be able to get home before she needed to go to work as some kind of teacher... kindergarten, maybe? I entwined my legs with hers, laying on my side, and began entering her. I could tell immediately that she was still dry – too dry. So I spit on my fingers, rubbed the saliva around my tip, and tried again. This time, I made immediate progress and was probably 2 inches inside her when she jerked awake. Clenching her legs together and scooting back a little, she smacked the hand I had on her belly and shouted, “What the fuck! Get away from me!”

Get away from me? That's not what she was saying last night. We were a couple (in her mind, at least), right?

“Hey baby,” I said soothingly, “I just want a little intimacy before you leave for work.”

“Don't 'hey baby' me!” she snapped, still trying to push herself away. “I'm not your girlfriend!”

Well now I was stumped. Did the app only work once per girl? Did it have a time limit? What the hell? Angela continued to try to push me away, but I wasn't having any of it.

“Hey, just let me do this, OK?”

She couldn't disobey that command. Instantly her body relaxed and she slid back down into place. Without any resistance, I began entering her again (after adding a little more natural lube). A few firm thrusts got me all the way in, and I began slowly building speed.

“What do you mean you're not my girlfriend?” I asked, panting. “Last night we...”

“Last night you made me think I was your girlfriend,” she said stoically, her breasts wobbling with each of my thrusts. Angela crossed her arms over her chest and held them in place. I lightly chastised her and moved her arms back to her sides so I could see all of her body. “If you want, you can use your hands to try to get yourself off,” I suggested. Angela rolled her eyes and sighed.

“That's not happening,” she said. “I'm not aroused by my own ****.”

That comment alone reminded me of the power of the app. Last night I almost believed that she was my devoted girl. It was so convincing, I had thought everything was completely consensual. Was it?

“Hey,” I said, continuing to thrust at a steady pace, “Last night, what was going on in your head? Were you just acting all loving on the outside and screaming in protest on the inside?”

Angela stared at the ceiling, but was still **** to answer all my questions honestly. “No. I really believed we were a couple. I felt real affection. I... I had vague clouds of memories of a life together. But looking back, it was just another way for you to **** me.”

Well, that... sucked? Maybe? I don't know. I could presumably make such a change permanent. Time for a test. After I cleared my pipes. Which wouldn't take long.

Angela was still on her back and I was driving into her while on my side, our legs tangled up together. I loved the smoothness of her thighs gripping mine and the jiggle of her breasts each time I went deep. With no need to be concerned for her pleasure, I felt like I could finish, so I gave some extra hard lunges. Angela grunted in discomfort with each one, then closed her eyes as she felt my release. I was deep – all the way inside her – and no protection to stop my seed from doing its job.

As my heart rate slowed and my breathing calmed, I stayed inside her warm walls, feeling at home and happy. Now, how should I alter her view of me for more than a night? As much as I enjoyed the girlfriend fantasy, that might involve more commitment than I wanted to deal with right now, especially with a dozen or more other options on any given night. “Angela, you will believe that-”

“Please don't!” she begged.

“You'll believe that we have a nice friends-with-benefits relationship. Whenever one of us wants some sexual release, we get together. You're not interested in a relationship with anyone right now. You never worry about protection or birth control with me, since we're both clean and babies are a happy blessing.”

Angela sighed and smiled. Turning to face me she asked, “Feel better, bud?”

“Yeah, much,” I replied. “Thanks for that.”

“That's what friends are for, right?” she giggled, getting up out of bed and heading to the bathroom.

“Not all friends!” I shouted to her.

Angela leaned out of the bathroom and beamed at me. “Just us, right?”

“You betcha,” I said back.

After a few minutes, she was dressed and out the door, heading home to get ready for her work day. I knew I needed to start some work, too, but I looked forward to meeting my next capture.