***** Dinner and a Story *****
Arriving home Andrew showered, then changed into a videogame themed t-shirt and baggy shorts. His mother coated his arms and calves with a salve which burnt but soothed the deep pain he felt in his muscles. Andrew laid on the couch casually reading one of the more interesting chapters from his calculus book. A strong cinnamon smell hung potently in the air as the ache in Andrew's legs continued to grow.
He snuck furtive glances at the door periodically, as he drank from a large glass of water before returning to his book. His father sat on the other side of the sofa, writing in a notebook. An exceptionally noisy car could be heard coming down the gravel driveway. As the engine stopped a loud backfire rang through the living room followed by the sound of a car door closing.
Andrew attempted to swing his legs off the sofa to greet Sara. Wincing in intense pain he was forced back into a lying position. Michelle walked from the kitchen and crossed the living room, wiping her hands on a cloth. Frowning, she said to Andrew, "Relax, sweetie. You need to heal. I can welcome our guest." Effectively stopping him from trying to get off of the couch again.
As his mother vanished through the door they could hear her happily say, "Hi, you must be, Sara. I'm Michelle."
"It's a pleasure to meet you, Michelle." Andrew perked up at the sound of Sara's voice.
There was a momentary pause before his mother appeared through the doorway, followed closely by Sara. "Wow, what a lovely house," She said, looking appreciatively around the room. Sara was wearing the same button-up shirt and loose-fitting pants from earlier in the day. Andrew was pleased to see that she still looked gorgeous in them.
Michelle had a large smile on her face which brightened when she saw the way her son looked at Sara. Dave stood and Sara looked at him appraisingly. Seeing his large and muscular physique she finally understood why so many woman in town found him so impressive. "You must be Andrew's father. You really live up to the rumors."
Dave stepped to her and extended his hand. "It's a pleasure, please call me Dave."
Sara shook his hand with surprising strength. "That sounds like a deal, Dave."
Sara finally looked at Andrew who beamed up at her affectionately from the couch. Andrew desperately wanted to get up, but after another failed attempt he was only successful at getting himself into a sitting position. He sighed in frustration. "Hey, Sara. Welcome to our hovel!" His voice was excited but somehow diminished by his situation.
Sara walked over and knelt in front of him, putting one hand on his knee while using the other to wipe his hair back as she winced in sympathy.
"Wow, he really did a number on you."
Dave and Michelle silently watched the young couple. Finding the casual affection between them both surprising and endearing.
Looking into Andrew's blue eyes, Sara smiled warmly. "You still need to explain how he isn't responsible for this."
Michelle, finally sensing an opportunity to get some answers, walked nonchalantly into the kitchen. She continued preparing dinner as she asked, "Yeah, Andrew. How is this not 'his' fault?"
Andrew laughed at her attempt to get him talking. "All right, all right, I give. Just let me lay back down first." He ground his palms into the tops of his legs in an attempt to ease his discomfort.
"Yay, finally, it's story time!" A huge grin spread across Sara's face as she sat beside Andrew. She helped him lift his legs onto her lap while he rested back into the couch with a relieved sigh. Sara was excited while she watched Andrew getting settled. Dave retook his seat on the sofa as she asked, "Has he told you guys what happened?"
Dave grumbled, "No."
"Not yet," Michelle said from the kitchen, anticipation dripping from her words.
Andrew savored the excitement and curiosity that was palpable in the air as he began. "In order to understand how I got like this we have to first talk about how my day started."
Dave rolled his eyes.
Michelle said with frustration, "Seriously?"
Sara simply watched Andrew with excitement. She was happy to finally be getting to know Andrew more.
With practiced patience Dave and Michelle waited for Andrew to build his narrative the way he wanted.
Andrew was distracted by Sara's strong and slender fingers as she started to massage his calves. He expected to feel extreme pain, but instead her hands felt warm and soothing. He sighed as she began working a knot out of his calf. Looking at her he said softly, "That feels nice."
During his drive home with his parents Andrew knew that he would need to change his story in a few subtle ways. His mother was too observant and he knew she would catch him in a lie if he changed the story too much. So after careful consideration Andrew decided that his version of events would start with him buying a soda from a vending machine.
Andrew described the start of Physics. How Dr Blake had referred to him as "Andy." Explaining, "Because despite appearances I am not a child, and the least he can do is treat me with enough respect to use my name." As Dave smiled proudly, Andrew reflected on his statement. Realizing just how disrespectful he had been to Karen earlier that day.
Sensing a change in his mood, Sara gently ran her hand a little further up his leg. Drawing his attention she smiled at him questioningly. Andrew smiled back warmly and continued his tale.
Andrew explained the other students reactions, and expressed frustration at not understanding why Zack seemed to enjoy his poor treatment so much. Sara seemed confused by Andrew's description of Zack's behavior and before he could ask her about it Michelle asked from the Kitchen, "Sara, how do you like your steak?"
"Rare please."
Andrew decided to ignore Sara's confusion about Zack's behavior for now. He instead talked about how he spilled his half empty diet on his pants as he prepared to leave the classroom. Explaining that the spill caused Zack to think that Andrew had pissed himself, leading to the piss themed harassment through the rest of the day.
Andrew described how he really enjoyed Karen's class, finding her entertaining and insightful.
"Yeah, she's a great teacher," Sara said proudly as she slapped his leg before starting in on the next. Andrew sighed with relief as she began working on the first knot in the new leg.
Deciding to skip over his misunderstanding with Karen, Andrew instead described the start of his PE class. As he started explaining how he knew that Mr. Spencer was ex-military his father interrupted.
"Ohh, I know where this is going."
Andrew smiled knowingly at his father. "Yeah, I was afraid I was going to have to deal with a Staff Sgt Johnson, but thankfully he turned out to be like Sgt Henry."
Dave and Michelle both sighed loudly with relief. Sara looked between them with an eager and curious expression. Looking at Sara Dave explained.
"Sgt Henry was a tough drill sergeant we had back in boot. He was tough but fair. He beat us into the ground with conditioning, but he did it to sharpen us. Staff Sgt Johnson, now he was a real SOB who came in towards the end. He was just cruel and his only purpose was to assert himself."
Satisfied, Sara thanked Dave before looking back at Andrew. She continued to work knots out of his calf.
Andrew began describing the events of "The Forty Five," as he decided to start referring to it. When Andrew got to the part where he passed out and woke up on the floor, both of his parents looked at him protectively and concerned. While Andrew found their reaction comforting, Sara was relieved to know that his parents were as protective of him as she was.
"Everyone, to the table. It's chow time," Michelle said as she set four plates around a small round dining room table just outside the kitchen. There was already a large bowl with a basic tossed salad inside.
Andrew carefully raised his legs to allow Sara up. With every movement he expected a sharp pain or dull ache which never came. Sara reached down and helped Andrew up. As he stood he didn't feel nearly as much pain as he expected he would. Outside of a manageable discomfort in his thighs and arms, his calves were feeling pretty good. He stretched out each leg comfortably before they looked at each other in surprise.
Sara came in close and whispered, "I guess this is something else we will have to figure out... I wonder what other miraculous things these hands can do to you?" Her voice was quiet and husky, hinting at many sensual possibilities. Andrew blushed as his dick jumped subtly. Sara kissed him playfully on the cheek before gracefully walking to the table.
After joining everyone, Andrew cut his entire steak into bite size pieces while describing how he finished the last three minutes of "The Forty Five." He mentioned Bruce and Zack's other friend's supportive comments.
"That must have been Steve," Sara said helpfully. "Bruce and Steve are always with Zack," she finished while pointing around the table with her fork. A small piece of rare steak was skewered on the end. Popping it in her mouth she chewed happily.
Everyone at the table could sense that Sara knew this group of boys well. Andrew could almost feel a sense of loss hidden behind her casual words. As he briefly watched Sara eat her steak he was inexplicably overcome with sorrow that forced him to fight back tears. Shaking his head the emotions quickly faded, and he found himself excited as he looked around the table at all of the people he cared so deeply about.
Andrew began again with the shocking statement. "As Mr. Spencer blew the whistle I collapsed to the floor, not even possessing the strength to slow my fall."
With that he strategically took a large bite of steak and began chewing slowly. He listened to the worried questions from his mother and protective look from his father. He was amused as he watched Sara take ineffectual stabs at her salad. Her disdain for the greenery evident with every shuffling poke.
Andrew's parents were relieved as he described Mr. Spencer's assistance once he woke up. Andrew omitted Sara's involvement in this leg of the story, instead shifting directly into the teacher's intervention with Zack in the locker room. While everyone ate Andrew continued recounting the events of his day until he reached the point where he tricked Dr. Blake into letting him stay in the classroom both before and after 4th period.
