Too Broke For Afterlife

WARNING - SLIGHT SMUT Ahead :) 

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God, this bed is so soft.

I stretch my body and feel how every muscle relaxes. Soft light tickles my eyes and puts a smile on my face.

"Hmm," I sigh happily and bat my lashes, slowly letting in the sun. 

Once my pupils have gotten used to the morning, I look at the cream colored ceiling. 

I love this color, there is no nicer environment to wake up in than Isa's bedro-

I flinch and quickly sit up.

First I look to the right. New York greets me through the big windows, the curtains are drawn.

Then I look to the left. And there she is lying, right next to me.

Isabella's arm is wrapped around me and her eyes are open, watching me with a smile.

Okay, calm down. What happened last night?

We teleported back to the hotel's basement where Walter and Parker had greeted us. Both Isa and I were super exhausted and then...then what?

I really can't remember how I got back all the way to New York and that's a bad sign.

"Good morning, baby." Isabella gets up a bit to kiss my neck. 

"What are you doing?" I push her away from me and get up.

"What are we doing here? Where are the others?"

Isa pouts. "Come back to bed, I want to cuddle."

"No!"

"I want to cuddle."

"I said, no. I have a boyfriend, did you forget?"

I check my outfit, tshirt and shorts. My usual sleeping attire.

"I want to cuddle."

Did her record break? 

I shake my head and stomp over to the door. I need to get out of here. Right now.

I press down the handle and push the door open. 

But behind it...lies the bedroom.

I stare right into Isabella's pouting face.

"I want to cuddle."

What is going on here? I turn around to where I came from but now there is nothing but black void.

Is...this really happening?

"Come back to bed."

My eyes glide over to the clock hanging above the closet. Its handles are racing and going in the wrong direction.

Looks like this is a dream. 

Huh.

I'm dreaming. But why of Isabella and her apartment?

I step through the door and close it behind me.

"Isa?"

"Babyyy."

"Am I dreaming?"

"I want to cuddle."

Okay, if this was reality she would have said something by now. But instead she keeps repeating the same line as if she ran out of dialogue.

Of this is my dream, what if she is only saying things I want to hear?

My feet automatically walk over to the big bed with my ex lying inside it.

What the hell am I doing? I shouldn't be here, I should be with Michigan. You know, my BOYFRIEND. 

But it's just a dream so theoretically speaking...if I was to do things with her...would that still be considered cheating? After all, this Isabella isn't real. And I'm allowed to think whatever I want. As long as I don't do those things in real life.

Right?

Please tell me I'm right. 

By now I have reached the bed and slowly walk over to Isabella. As soon as I'm close enough, she softly grabs my hand and pulls me down.

I land on the cushions and immediately, her lips are all over my neck again. The loving touches send tingling through my skin.

Hesitantly, I wrap my arms around her neck.

"You're not real, right?"

She doesn't respond as she is too busy with snuggling.

This is such a strange experience.

Usually when I dream, I am not aware of it.

Only once I wake up do I realize that I've dreamed and wasn't actually flying through space on a pancake. 

Is this...what is it called...a lucid dream?

A type of dream where you are aware that you're sleeping. That's exactly what this is, right?

I remember that in high school one of my classmates held a presentation on that topic. What else did she say?

I try my best to remember as Isa's hands wander down my shirt. 

Wow, if this is what my subconsciousness longs for, then I must be really horny.

Didn't my classmate say something about being able to control such dreams? That you could control the characters, narrative and even the environment?

What if…

"Hey, stop for a second."

And she does. Isa looks at me curiously as I stare at her grey shirt. 

Could I maybe change the color?

I concentrate on the fabric, trying to not get distracted by Isa's hands on my ass.

White.

White.

WHITE.

And then it changes. From one blink to another, her shirt is white.

"Oh my god. It worked."

I stare at the shirt for a while, not least because white is so much more see through and she isn't wearing a bra.

So I can change her looks. But can I control her behavior?

Well, there is only one way to find out.

"Can you take off your shirt?"

Isabella doesn't hesitate a single second, she grabs the fabric and pulls it over her head.

I stare at her tits and immediately extend my hands to touch them. 

"I love your boobs," I state for the first time since knowing her. God, I love boobs. I should have told her that when I still had the chance.

But these dream fabricated ones feel very realistic as well.

Isa sighs under the fondling, smiling happily. "I want you," she whispers.

"You want me because I want you to want me. You're just in my head."

Of course she doesn't have anything to say to that and just keeps smiling.

"I wish I could suck on your tits but that would be weird, right?"

Isabella doesn't say anything. 

I mean, there is nobody here to judge me. And since I control the dream, I know that she will enjoy it. 

Before I can overthink it, I lean down to kiss my way to her left nipple.

Then I enclose it with my mouth and start sucking slowly.

Isabella starts moaning immediately.

The soft skin feels wonderful against my skin and with how hard her nipples are it's almost as if I'm sucking on a lollipop.

I close my eyes as my free hand glides down her stomach to in between her legs.

To my surprise, I'm not the first one to go that route. Isa's hand is already sticking in her panties and I can only imagine where her fingers are right now.

"Am I turning you on?"

She answers with another moan.

"Am I making you wet?"

I grab her wrist and pull the hand out of her underwear. She seems displeased about that.

"Take it off," I demand.

Isabella looks at me as removes her soaked panties.

I stare at her luscious body.

Having her next to me, naked, while I'm still somewhat clothed, gives me an unfamiliar sense of dominance. And I love it. 

"Do you want me to fuck you?"

She stares at me with big eyes.

I look down at her beautiful vagina, trying to figure out my next move. 

Should I use my tongue, fingers...toys?

But before I can decide, suddenly everything disappears - Isa, the room, the bed.

My surroundings go black and I fall onto an unidentifiable ground with an oomph. 

I quickly get up

"What the…"

I can hear my own voice and see my body so I guess I am am in another space. But where? What happened? Am I about to wake up?

Please no waking up! I was just about to have sex! This is the worst timing ever!

Extremely horny and randy, I walk around, trying to find any point of orientation but nothing.

"Hello? Isa?"

"Hello, Judy."

But what I hear is not an answer from the blonde. 

It sounds very robotic, like the voice of a female AI.

"Welcome to our newly launched project - DREAMS."

"Who are you?"

I try to see where the voice is coming from but everything is still pitch black.

"We have randomly selected humans to get a free trial of DREAMS."

"What is this project? Hello?"

"I'm glad you've asked."

Suddenly, a big screen appears a few feet away from me and blinds me with the image its showing. What I see is the bedroom.

"DREAMS allows humans to enjoy fully customizable lucid dreams. You can determine what happens and live your fantasy. In your case it's…" The voice changes and drops an octave. "Sleeping with your ex-girlfriend." Then the female is back. "How did you enjoy your experience?"

I stare at the screen. Isabella is still lying on the bed, naked. I feel myself growing impatient.

"Good, yes, can I go back?"

"You have experienced a free session. Each DREAMS session will cost you KP."

"Karma points?"

Of course, this shit isn't free.

"Who are you guys?"

The computer voice ignores my question.

"Would you like to see your KP balance?"

"Sure."

The image of the bedroom disappears and a number pops up instead.

123.699

"Wow."

"A human your age on average has between 50.000 and 150.000 KP. Each DREAMS session only costs 1.000 KP."

"And what does a session look like?"

The image of the bedroom reappears, this time zoomed in on Isabella.

Those f*ckers really know how to tempt me. I so want to be there right now…

"Exactly how you just experienced it. Before going to bed you can order a DREAMS session. As soon as you're asleep, we will transport you into a starter environment. From there you can customize every single detail. Each session lasts three hours in real life. Please mind that in dreams, time passes faster. Your free session was just a sneak peak."

"Okay."

That's a lot of information. Wow.

"Would you like to take part in our program? DREAMS is no subscription service, you decide how many sessions you want to have."

Okay, let's think about this for a second.

Fact is, I really enjoyed whatever that just was. And I know that I could get so much more. Once I figure out how to navigate this properly, I can do anything I want. And real life Isabella never has to find out about it.

But fact is also that once I die I will need KP to go to Heaven. That is...if I still want to go to Heaven. Still, I can't spend all my karma on sex dreams. And I'm still not sure if this is morally sound.

"Can I access my KP balance at any time?"

"Yes. All you have to do is call me. I'm Lexa, your personal computer assistant. I can help you with many things."

"Lexa? Like...that Amazone thing?"

Lexa hesitates.

"I don't understand your question. Please try again."

"Forget it, it's not that important."

"Would you like to take part in our program?"

Good question. Do I want to use my dreams to cheat on my boyfriend without facing consequences? Am I really that kind of person?

What should I answer?

Yes?

No?

Yes?

No?

"Yes."