Warm and Wet

By the time Steve was in bed, his mind was a mile away from his supposed magic coin and the wish he had made. Instead, his mind was on the soft, warm comfort of his bed. His had had been long; Friday’s were a marathon day for his classes, and he’d pulled a shift after school at the campus diner, working the till, until closing.

His roommates, three beautiful women who each came from wealth, didn’t have to worry about money like Steve did. Sometimes he grew jealous, like he had felt earlier that evening when they collectively went to their hypnotist show without him. Not that he could have afforded tickets if he had been invited, but that was beside he point.

His bed would take all those negative feelings away, like a memory-foam topped therapist. Eyes slowly closing, Steve allowed his body to feel the soft, warm mattress and the heavy comforter laying above him. As he drifted to sleep, every muscle beginning to relax, he smiled, knowing that he would fee so much better in the morning.

And he did.

——

Steve could tell that the sun was up through his eyelids, but he didn’t want to open his eyes just yet. The wet dream he was enjoying was too good, and he wanted to hang onto it a bit longer.

In it, he was laying in his bed, half asleep, being woken up by a blowjob. It was amazing. The warm, wet feeling of the woman’s lips on his cock, softly sucking and licking, was the kind of wake up call Steve would probably never experience in his life, so cherishing a dream like this was important.

It wouldn’t last. Dreams never do. Soon the day would begin in earnest, and Steve’s wet dream would fade away. Right then, though, it was going strong. The sucking began to increase in intensity. Steve began to hear a quiet moaning sound. Wow, he thought, his dream was very real!

After a dream like this one, Steve wouldn’t be able to get to work without pulling one off, so despite the dream-blowjob’s feelings enticing him closer to an organs, Steve didn’t wait for it to stop. Instead, hoping for a smooth transmission, he reached down with his left hand to grab his cock. Only to become entangled in hair.

Not his own hair.

Steve’s eyes opened wide. He looked down, and there was Franzi, the beautiful brunette student from Germany, bopping her head up and down in Steve’s cock.

“Oh, hey Steve,” Franzi said, pausing to smile up at him, “good morning!”

Then she dropped her face down and continued the blowjob.

Franzi had never expressed interest in Steve. In fact, Steve was pretty sure that Franzi was a lesbian! She sure wasn’t acting like it though. What the hell was she up to?

That’s when Steve remembered.

The coin.