They talk, and work things out

"HA! I KNEW IT!" Jess shouted at nobody in particular. Her house was empty and she felt a sense of pride at figuring out that Sean had done something to her. She was cooled off as much as she could be, but her pussy still tingled with delight, and the remnants of the dream still played upon her thoughts. "Superman indeed," she mumbled to her self as she drove to school.

They had agreed to meet near the equipment shed by the football field before school so she could hear his pathetic excuse for wishing away her ability to cum. She had texted him, "8:15 this morning, football equipment shed, be there!" followed by the angry faced emoji.

He was there by 8 o'clock.

During the twenty minute walk from his house to the school, he looked out for all the things he had wished. The sports car, the jet pack, and all the other modes of transport he had wished for in the dream seemed to have disappeared. He even started to doubt that he had done anything wrong, but then he re-read Jess' text message. Something must have stuck around. He looked on the news to try and see if the castle he had wished himself into was still floating over the city, but there was no mention of it at all. He was still frowning in confusion when Jess approached.

As she drove up to the empty parking lot by the football practice field Jessica saw her 'Master'. That thought gave her pause, had he undone that change. She would test it out when she was close enough. When she could see the blue of his eyes she said, "Sean!" loudly enough to get his attention and convey her anger, but quietly enough that it wouldn't echo back to the school proper.

She was dressed in her cheerleading uniform; a tight sexy top, short pleated skirt (both in the school's colors), and a pair of simple white tennis shoes. He was in his jersey, dark blue jeans and his brand new letter jacket. Jessica wore a scowl on her face so tight that when he first saw it, he thought she had sucked on a lemon. When she was close enough, however, she slapped him across the face and began angrily talking, "How dare you take advantage of me last night! I would rather you told me all the nasty, perverted things you were going to do to me rather than play some 'red-caped super hero' last night." Her breathing, slapping, and shouting had all combined to make her look absolutely terrifying to Sean. "Well, what do you have to say for yourself?!"

The young football player had backed up against the shed and held his face a moment before turning to her and nodding, his face firm, neutral and resigned. When she was done yelling and had asked her question. The first thing he said was, "I'm sorry. You are absolutely right. I had no right to **** this power. I will do my best to make sure I never do it again."

She was still pissed, and has crossed her arms over her sizable, perky tits, "...and?!" She looked to his eyes and saw confusion there.

"Wh-what do you mean?" Sean asked and searched her eyes, "Do you want me to say it all right here, right now?" Jessica nodded. The tall young man sighed and nodded, "Okay... Okay. Here it goes..."

He then spent the next few minutes telling Jessica about his awful nightmare, and everything that he had (falsely) assumed he had wished in his sleep. The part that stuck out for Jessica, was the embarrassed way he had admitted everything to her. As the captain of the cheerleading squad, and the school's most popular girl, she'd had plenty of time to hear lies, exaggerations, and all manner of stories. The one thing she had learned was to tell, by the look in someone's eyes whether or not they were fibbing. Throughout his entire retelling of his nightmare, Sean never broke eye contact except to blink. Even through the brilliant blushing at telling her how he had tormented dream-Jessica with hours upon hours of **** orgasms.

When he was done, he looked away and collapsed to the ground with his back to the shed, and his head in his hands because he didn't want the beautiful girl to see him start to cry. Jessica immediately felt terrible, and she knelt down beside him, tucking her legs underneath herself and softly rubbing his back, "Hey. Listen, you didn't do any of that stuff in real life. That was all a dream."

Sean turned his face away from her to wipe the tears from his eyes and looked back to her. "What do you mean? Obviously my worst nightmare about all this came true. You said something was wrong and that I had broken you... right? I must have murmured a wi.... magical request in my sleep last night, right?"

It was Jessica's turn to blush, "Well, if I'm honest, I'm having the exact opposite problem you gave dream-me during your nightmare."

Maybe it was the wording, or the absolute absurdity of the situation, but her predicament wasn't making its way into his head, so he asked, "What do you mean you haven't..." Sean made a motion with one of his hands, "You know...been able to....reach the summit of Everest?" His eyes looked to her with genuine concern. Jessica nodded and blushed even more red.