"Yeah, you're right."

"I'm always right." She teases you with a smile. Putting her soft hand on your cheek, she grabs you forward for a kiss. The warmth of her lips calmed down your nerves. Jessica was right. It was just a disturbing dream, you could just forget it.

Her hand cups your cheek and she smiles up at you. She could see the remnant of concern in your eyes, which makes her pout cutely.

"Alright I know what will make you feel better." She giggles.

Suddenly, your girlfriend climbs on top of you and begins to kiss you again, but this kiss was much different. It was pationate, almost feeled with... lust? You were taken by surprise, but you weren't one to resist. But you are surprised again when you suddenly feel a hand trace the outline of your crotch on the outside of your underwear.

She giggles again. "Already up I see?" She asks, and you blush a little. "Even better."

She leans back in for a kiss, and pushes her hand down your boxers, grabbing hold of your erect penis. Before you know it, she's a giving you a hand job.

You were taken by surprise. Usually Jessica wasn't this forward, but she seemed to be in a good mood today, and wanted you to feel the same. And you of course were happy to oblige. It doesn't take long for your dick to get fully hard. After nearly 2 years together, Jessica knew exactly how you liked it, and she didn't give you a single break. And soon after, you come. She giggles, and kisses you again, before helping you clean up the mess.

"That did the trick?" She asks cheekily. You nod with a blush, and she chuckles cutely. "Alright, I gotta get ready. I have a game in an hour and a half, so Imma need you to give you some time to prepare." She smiles, pushing her hand against your bare chest.

You nod. Jessica was one of the core players in the school Soccer team, and she always took almost an hour to prepare before it. She almost has this sort of ritual, involving a cold shower, reapplying her makeup, and relaxing with a cup of hot tea, all to prepare herself to play the best she could. And after some trial and error, you learned its best not to interfere with it.

"Message recieved." You reply, hopping off of her bed and starting to dress yourself. "I'll make my way back home."

She nods, already starting her preparations. "I'll see you in the game?" She asks.

You stare at her with obviously fake shock, like you were insulted by her even asking. "Did I ever miss it?"

"Alright I get it." She giggles at your act. "I just wanted to make sure."

You soon finish getting dressed, and grab some of your stuff. Jessica was already rushing around preparing her Soccer clothes, but you manage to catch her by the door for one last goodbye kiss. A quick exchange of "I love you", and you're already in your way back home.