Your omnipotent girlfriend

Just like every weekend, you, together with your college buds Jacob and Adrian, spend your evening in the local Irish pub and empty your fifth Guinness. Since all three of you had just turned 21, there barely had been a Saturday without being involved in some way or other. You are well into your weekly routine, usually followed by Jacob‘s and Adrian‘s unsuccessful attempts to impress a girl, much to your annoyance. Even though you‘ve by far the most muscles and the overall leanest figure among you, you had never partook in your friend‘s romantic quests, just acted as their wingman, albeit the large majority of the girls rather kept clinging to you than to your two friends.

Jacob roughly punches your shoulder, leans in and stutters with a shitfaced accent. “Hey man, that hot chick over there-.” He covertly points at the presence of a girl around your age sitting alone at the bar with her long, bare, luxurious legs crossed to your direction. Her tiny waist is exposed by a tight black top which left little to the imagination. Fitting to her already breathtaking figure, her face is as pretty and alluring as one of those high-paid models in fashion and celebrity magazines. “Her eyes-,” Jacob mumbles. “They keep moving to ya.” And indeed, you just catch her glance before she turns her head back to the bar.

“And?“ you say. “I‘m taken.”

“Yeah, you keep saying that shit. But for how long haven‘t you and Ava met? Damn, even talked to?”

“It‘s complicated.”

“About two months,” Jacob answers for you. “She hasn‘t contacted you for two months now. Look, man, I really... I like Ava and all, but... you know... I don‘t know... don‘t you think it‘s somehow over? She‘s in another country, another continent even... It‘s time for you to... well... move the fuck on.”

An unknown voice interrupt your discussion. A sultry, very clear female voice. “Are you guys talking about me, heh?” Before you lift your head you already know that this sensuous voice can only belong to the black-haired angel from the bar. Tall and curvy like an Amazon she strides to your table. Her graceful movements almost seem unreal. Black latex covers her legs, a bra of the same fabric protrudes out of her top and over her luscious breasts. She swings her head back and forth, her silky black hair flows like water through the air. “Mind if I sit here?,” she asks, her voice imbued with sensuality and her fingers clattering on Adrian‘s wooden chair, who stands up immediately.

“Yes, of... of course,” he stammers and the girl seats herself in such classy manner that you feel your hard dick rise in your pants.

“Thank you,” she says, without so much as looking at him. Her eyes are fixed on you, and you only. “Your two friends want to go home now, don‘t they?,” she says without taking her piercing eyes off you.

Jacob and Adrian grab for their jackets and quickly put them on.

“Bye, dude” they say almost simultaneously and turn their backs to him.

“Wait, what the fuck?,” you call out. “What about that 90s party at-.” But they already open the door and leave. “What the-.” Only now you directly face the girl. “So what do you want?”

The girl grins. “Well, to not pussyfoot around: I wanna take you home, rip your pants off, take your rigid underfucked cock between my lips and suck you off so long until you beg me to stop. Afterwards, I want you to put your face between my oiled tits and ride me like a stallion rides a mare. And no, I‘m not doing this for a living. I just haven‘t had any good meat lately.”

You pull on your trousers to get some pressure off your dick. “Listen, I‘m flattered, but I‘m already taken,” you say and even manage to sound sober. “My girlfriend is studying a semester abroad in Peru.”

“Interesting,” she responds, yet doesn‘t seem to be interested at the very least. “And for how long?”

“Six months. She‘ll return in one.” Leaning back, the bombshell slightly cocks her head and flashes a mocking grin.

“That‘s a pretty long time for a guy of your... build. Isn‘t it just cruel to let someone as handsome as you hanging for half a year? It‘s like your girl took your dick with her. What a waste of... potential.”

“And I‘m sure someone with your build won‘t have a problem to find someone else. Sorry, but I‘m taken.”

You get up. Your chair noisily squeaks and your hand snatches for your jacket. “Nice meeting you,” you yourself to say and try to avoid her, but her long, soft fingers grab like claws for your wrist.

“She would never know.”

“Get lost, bitch.” You shake your arm and brake free from her grip. You rush out the door, preparing for a snowy, frosty December-evening in the suburbs.

You start to question the amount of he have drunk as your boots don‘t sink into soft snow, but stomp onto the carpet of your very own room back at your home, as if you had teleported there. You let the moment sink in for a couple of seconds, still undecided how to react. “That‘s impossible,” you repeat over and over, gazing around. You‘re about to rush out to see if your parents or your sister are home, but a girly giggle sounds from behind. You wheel around and there she sits again with her latex legs crossed: The sex-crazy bombshell now poses on the edge of your bed. Your heart starts racing faster, shocked by her sudden appearance and her knowing smile which seems to mock you.

“W...what? How were you-.”

“You‘re so cute when you‘re confused,” she smiles and plays with her dark, glossy hair. You turn towards the door, but where the door had been, there now is just a wall; as if it had simply disappeared without you noticing.

“Oh honey,” the girl sings in a joyful tone. “You don‘t have to be afraid. All is fine. Actually, everything is infinitely better than just fine.”

“What is this?,” you ask and felt unbearably naive. “Some magic trick?“. Judging by the girl‘s humble smile, she finds that pretty amusing.

“Something like that,” she says and stands. “You know, I‘ve really strain myself seducing you. Usually guys jump into bed with me the moment I give them the first sign. But not you, though. Not even after five months without even considering making out with someone who isn‘t your girlfriend.”

“Who are you?,” you ask. Meanwhile she has approached you and now places her slim arms over your shoulders.

“You still can‘t tell? Boy, I really must have changed, haven‘t I?”

What happens next makes your stomach spin. Maybe just because of the amount of beer in you or because the girl embracing you starts to morph. And suddenly you recognize her. This nose, those eyes, that wicked smile: You know that person more than you know any of your friends.

“Ava!” Your girlfriend‘s teeth-showing smile widens. She has never looked more gorgeous, but the fact that your girlfriend, who you believed to be in Peru, somehow has transformed from another girl robs all your attention. Ava pulls you close with an unbeknownst strength and forcefully presses her lips onto yours. Her tongue almost makes you cough. Ava moans before withdrawing it and looks you deep in the eyes.

“I‘m so relieved you stayed faithful,“ she says and hugs you. "I would've permanently turned you into my dildo otherwise."

“Honey, I... don‘t understand. You... you can... somehow... change your body now? I mean... I‘m... so confused... and so drunk right now.” Ava sighed and her smile vanished.

“Well, you‘re not in good state. He had one too many, my big boy.”

“No,” you say and shake your head. “This is a dream. It must be. This is a fucked up dream and I need to wake up.”

Ava ends her embrace and steps back a bit. “Ok, it‘s long past your bedtime, sweetie.” Then, with an gleeful smile, Ava flicks her fingers and even before the snapping sound faded, you find yourself laying in your bed, showered clean and completely naked. You think about getting back up, but somehow your bed feels extra comfy tonight. Your eyelids became heavy. Only just you can see the outlines of your girlfriend as she wraps her mouth around your cock to suck you asleep.

“Rest now, honey,“ you hear her say, despite her mouth being occupied. “And tomorrow I‘ll show you the pleasures of being God‘s boyfriend. As a reward for not cheating on me, I‘m going to fulfill all of your wishes. Forever. I love you unlike anything in the universe.“

The omnipotent girl only stops blowing your manhood when you‘re vast asleep. Kissing you on the cheek, she sends some heavenly dreams into your mind before snapping her fingers and thus...