Jacob Whitaker, 19-year-old college student

I gasped awake to the feeling of sunrays across my face. I groaned and got out of bed. As I was taking my morning piss, I remembered the weird dream. I laughed at myself for ever believing it - and like most dreams, the details were somewhat fading away. It was a Saturday, so I just made my bed and toddled into the dining room. Apart from college, I'd been working for a few years online for a tech company, and the surprisingly-decent salary let me convince my parents to move into an apartment off campus. I had gotten it just a few months ago, and I was still settling in a bit. I whipped up an easy bowl of cereal and scrolled through my phone, catching up on all the events of the last 8 hours or so. Along with them came a text from Emily, my best friend since childhood.

At this point, Emily and I were essentially inseparable - to the point that we had planned out college together to get 60% or so of the same classes, despite being in different majors. Her parents trusted me to the point that sleepovers were a regular thing - Emily was just on the same wavelength as me, and it was an unspoken agreement we wouldn't take it further. Not that I wouldn't want to - hell, I've hid countless boners in the last few years with her and got off numerous times on just the concept of her C-cup tits and slim figure. In the last couple of years, Emily had been invited on quite a few dates, and she's come back and reported on the boys - were they handsome, were they smart, were they interesting. She's even gotten to home base with a few, but blushingly declined to report on that. None of them have stuck, though - after a few weeks she's always broke it to them gently before it got too far.

The text she sent said "wanna hang out?" This was purely an act of courtesy, as my answer was always yes. I replied "yeah, come over?" She was quick to respond "yeah, 20". This meant she'd be over in 20 minutes. I didn't feel any pressure around her to be too fancy with freshening up - I just swiped on some deodorant and changed into a simple tee and shorts. As I was taking off the penguin pajamas, I remembered the dream. Again, my memory was vague, but my dick stiffened a bit at the sexual implications of the power I got in the dream. I **** myself to calm down - jerking off right before Emily came was a recipe for disaster.

I had turned on our age-old Wii and loaded up Mario Kart with two controllers when she knocked on the door. I opened it to see Emily grinning, wearing a purple tank top (her favorite color) and jean shorts. She hugged me in greeting and I hugged her back, as we were prone to do. Once we got older it became a bit more awkward - I think we both understood she was not to bring her waist too close to me lest she feel my growing hardon. It wasn't really my fault - I didn't usually think of Emily in a sexual way - but press decently large breasts to a boy's chest and see what happens.

She smiled at me and I gestured her inside. We both sat down at the couch. "How are you, Jake?" Emily was the only person in the world who I would let call me that - she only ever did it as a joke. "I'm just fine, Millie. How are you?" It wasn't a real display of courtesy, just an old running joke featuring our mutual most hated nicknames.

Emily smirked and looked at the screen. "I'm good. Star Cup?" I nodded - we hadn't played those courses in a while. She kept talking as we went through the settings. "I brought a bit of homework, hope you don't mind." Emily gestured towards her cute little backpack that fit nearly nothing.

"Sure, we can do that later."

We started into our first game: as always, Emily was Toadette and I was King Boo. After years, we had both gotten pretty great at the game, and it was really up to the random items to determine who won. I faced a pretty grisly defeat, only winning one out of four races.

Emily sarcastically shook my hand. "It's too bad you can't go faster the stiffer your dick gets. Otherwise, you'd be going lightspeed." She smirked and squished up against me on the couch, intentionally making me hard. Sexual jokes like this were fair game for us, so long as we never really did the deed. As a result, I just laughed and said, "Go fuck yourself, Emily."

We both laughed along, but Emily got up. "Just gotta run to the bathroom, give me a bit." She stepped through the door to my room to get to my bathroom and, somewhat oddly, shut it behind her. I scrolled through my phone for a few minutes, but she didn't come back. A little worried about her, I called out, "Emily, are you OK in there?"

No response. My room's door was pretty well soundproofed, though, so she probably couldn't hear me. I opened my door but stood still in shock when I saw something I was sure I would never witness - Emily was sprawled out on my bed, moaning slightly and moving two fingers in and out of her pussy. She saw me and turned red as a tomato and shrieked.

"Out! Out!" I hurriedly left my room and shut the door, afraid she would kill me after walking in on her. It was so unlike her and especially in my own house, with a flimsy excuse. I started running through the events in my head with disbelief when I realized.

I had told her to fuck herself.

All the memories came flooding back in - the Devil's gift, the dream, Emily masturbating in my own home - and I realized my power was truly real.

I half-smiled. This would have to be tested.