Edited by Over_Red, whom I cannot thank enough for turning my plot-holed scribbles into the text below.
I also warmly recommend his Dream Drive series to everyone. You can read it right here on Literotica.
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Jack Watts' sleep was light but restful. At one point, he dreamed that Mia was kissing him and squealing loudly into his mouth. He frowned and a flash of light stabbed into his eyes. He tried to blink them open, but a wet, raspy thing was sliding all over his face.
He moved his head away from the wet thing and saw the fuzzy image of Spot standing over him. "Spot! Get off me, buddy!" Spot stepped down into the passenger side foot well to let his master up. Jack spat out the dog's spit, groaned and slowly sat up.
He wiped his face and took stock of his surroundings. He was sitting at the wheel of his car, which was parked in the middle of the school parking lot. The rest of his dogs were in the back seat and his door was open. There was no one else around. He checked the clock on the dash and saw that he had been out for almost half an hour. He was still feeling sleepy, but he was no longer feeling mentally exhausted.
His stomach tied itself in knots as he realized he wasn't cloaked. He drew a couple of deep, calming breaths and concentrated on cloaking his mind. It took all of his focus to establish it and he suspected he'd be drained of the mental energy required to maintain it long before sunset. Despite that ominous prospect, he breathed a sigh of relief and closed the door. He started his car and drove home.
When he got there, he let his dogs out and put them back in the pen. He walked into the house and went into the bathroom to wash his face and hands. As soon as he opened the door, he was startled by a high-pitched, feminine shriek. He looked up and saw a naked Mia Newman. She was bent over and facing away from him, struggling to cover herself up with a small towel. Her dark hair was plastered to her upper back and all of her visible skin was covered in droplets of moisture. His eyes locked on to her smooth butt, which was completely exposed to his gaze.
"Jack," she yelled.
Jack snapped out of his surprise, blushed profusely and looked into her angry, blue eyes. "Sorry!"
"Get out and shut the door!"
"Sorry," he said again and backed out of the bathroom. His eyes fell down her smooth back to her buttocks one more time, before he closed the door. He stood in front of the door, shocked still, and tried to process what had just happened. He heard the lock on the door be operated and that snapped him out of his stunned state. He stepped back into the hallway.
He had used his power on the pot dealing trio to get them to leave Mia and him alone and that had left him completely exhausted. Coupled with the sleepless night and the haunting fear of the cloaked figure, it made him pass out on the front seat of his SUV. He had taken a half hour nap in the school parking lot and Spot had woken him up from it.
"Fuckity fuck," he grumbled as he realized he had dropped his cloak, yet again. He focused and managed to draw it around his mind, but only barely. As exhausted as he was, he doubted he could keep it up for more than a few hours longer.
He huffed and rubbed his face. He could still smell some of Spot's saliva on his face and hands and he went to the kitchen sink to wash it off. He should have done that in the first place, instead of walking in on Mia, but his wakeup hadn't been as complete as it should have. He had completely forgotten she was here, waiting for him. He guessed that she might yet choose homelessness over staying with him, particularly in light of his blunder.
After he washed up, he heard the hair dryer hum away in the bathroom and figured that she would be out shortly. He sighed. The smell of dog hit his nose again. He looked down and saw that his shirt and pants were both dirty from the dogs' paws and smelled of their saliva. "Ah, damn it!" He rushed up the stairs and went to his room to change.
As he left his room wearing fresh clothes, he cast a look at the spare bedroom next to the upstairs toilet. If Mia accepted his offer, if he hadn't scared her off, then she would be spending every night in it. His pants were very tight, all of a sudden. He wasn't sure if it was at the thought of lying in bed at night, just yards away from her in her bed, or if it was at the memory of her naked ass, but he was sporting wood.
The hair dryer stopped downstairs. He whispered, "Fuck!" After walking in on her naked in the bathroom, facing her with a discernible chubby was completely out of the question. He stood in his doorway unsure of what to do. He looked at his mother's bedroom across the hall from his and tried to think unsexy thoughts, but his boner refused to cooperate. When he heard the bathroom lock downstairs, he panicked and ran into the upstairs toilet as quietly as he could.
"Jack," Mia called out.
Jack stood in the doorway and cursed silently at his dick. "Yeah, I'm in the upstairs toilet," he said aloud. "I'll be right with you! Uh, sorry about earlier! There's, uh, there's milk and cookies in the kitchen. Help yourself! I won't be but a minute!"
He closed the door behind himself and worked the latch. "Milk and cookies," he asked himself in a harsh whisper. "What is this, Christmas? Dumbass..."
He turned his attention to the bulge in the front of his pants and growled softly at it. No matter how much he wanted it to go away, his boner kept getting harder and harder. The entire bulge was throbbing visibly and painfully, so he undid his zipper and fished his hard dick out of his underwear.
"Now what," he asked himself in a whisper. He was standing there with his cock out and it was as engorged as he had ever seen it. It was worse than when he fantasized about making his own harem. There was no way he was going to lose it on his own. At least not any time soon. "Fuck."
The upstairs toilet consisted of the porcelain queen against the back wall and a small sink against the side wall. There was a medicine cabinet above the sink and Jack opened it. He took the hand lotion and squeezed a few generous dollops of it into the palm of his hand. He spread it all over his boner and grasped it. He beat off thinking about the hottie that was downstairs, right now. The image of her naked ass was seared into the backs of his eyelids, so he closed his eyes and imagined groping it. His breath quickened as he approached release. He put one hand on the wall for balance and aimed for the toilet. He groaned out loud as his whole body clenched up when he shot his load.
He used a few pieces of toilet paper to clean himself up. His dick softened and he managed to put it away safely. He felt relieved that he had managed to keep his cloak up during his self-abuse session. He washed his hands in the sink and checked himself for any signs of what he had been doing. He was good to go, except for his face, which was still flushed. He splashed some cold water on it before drying off and going downstairs.
Mia was sitting at the kitchen table, absentmindedly munching on a cookie. There was a glass of milk on the table. She sat up straight when he entered the kitchen.
Jack held his hands up. "I'm so sorry for barging in on you like that. I-"
"No, no," she said, "it's my fault, I should've locked the door."
"I just forgot you were here and I needed to, uh, to use the bathroom."
"I usually lock the bathroom door," she said, "whenever I'm in it, I just didn't want to do that here, cause-"
"I didn't know you were in there, you gotta believe me!"
"-I didn't know if I was allowed to."
They both paused with their simultaneous apologies and blushed. They looked away from each other and grinned in embarrassment. Mia was the first to raise her eyes as she said, "Did you mean it when you said I could stay here?"
