***** New Day, New Start *****
The morning brought little comfort to Andrew as he bolted up in bed. Drenched in sweat, he shivered against the discomfort of the thick liquid that slowly trickled down his side before he collapsed against his headboard. Lifting the covers, he sighed as he looked at the mess. Andrew couldn't help but notice that there was more cum than yesterday. He had hoped that his experiences with Sara last night would have changed the dream or made it go away, but it hadn't.
Instead the sensations became much more intense. The pleasures he experienced seemed more real. Cleaning himself off with his sheet, he finally found some peace as the tingling pleasure that still haunted him began to fade away.
Andrew got out of bed, and settled into his morning routine. Twenty minutes later he threw the dirtied sheets into the new washing machine, surprised to find that his parent's sheets were already nestled within. Shaking his head he started the machine and headed into the kitchen where he got a bowl of cereal. Sitting across from his mother at the dining room table he thought to himself, *Man, that was a hell of a lot easier than washing my sheets in the shower.*
Andrew shuddered at the thought of his mother seeing the large creamy stains on his dark sheets, and smirked as he listened to the machine performing its silent work from the hallway.
"That new washer is pretty awesome!" he said offhandedly.
"Yeah, it's a great little energy efficient model." Michelle responded, smiling as she read over her documents.
"You seem to be in a good mood this morning."
Michelle looked at Dave who sipped his coffee and smiled at her with confidence from the couch. "What can I say. It was great to meet Sara and spend some time with you two last night."
While his mother returned to her documents Andrew blushed and began eating. He was happy for his parents, despite his discomfort at their intimacy. Andrew finished in a hurry and was soon pacing outside the house. Hearing Sara's car turned down the driveway, his heart jumped and his excitement spiked. The noise was impressive as she pulled around their driveway and positioned the passenger door next to Andrew.
Getting into the car he heard Sara say with glee, "Hey Handsome, did someone order a ride?"
Her face was glowing with happiness as he responded in jest, "Yeah, I think that was my father actually." She gently punched his arm while she laughed in appreciation.
Leaning across he kissed her before settling into the car. "It's wonderful to see you."
Sara smiled at him and then waved to his mother who was watching them from the front door.
As Michelle waved, the little red car pulled away and disappeared down the driveway. Dave came up behind her and said, "You know, I was thinking the bedroom might need some extra attention today." As he rested his hands on her hips, he ground himself against her with gentle pressure.
Pressing back against him she said, "Well, I think I know just the man for the job." They rushed back into the house with eager excitement.
Andrew watched Sara with devotion until he noticed something seemed to be bothering her.
"What's going on, Kitten?"
Turning she said with adoration, "First, best nickname ever!"
Andrew laughed while Sara squinted and spat in anger, "Second, fuck that bitch!"
He watched her grip the steering wheel tighter. "OK, what happened?" he asked as she glanced at him. Her anger wilted as she looked into his caring eyes.
"No, it's stupid."
Andrew waited patiently until she suddenly turned the wheel and slammed the gas down. They barreled down the highway, pressing him against the seat as the small red car was soon over the speed limit by ten miles per hour.
"Holy shit, so that's why it's called 'The Rocket,'" he exclaimed as the car settled into its pace. His hands released their death grip from his seatbelt as blood rushed back into his face.
Sara smiled and coyly and said, "Probably." She glanced at his crotch before returning her attention to the road and sighed.
"OK, seriously, Baby. What's going on?" Andrew asked with a mixture of concern and frustration.
Nimbly drifting around a slower car on the single lane highway, Sara stole a furtive look at him. "It's just, well... Damnit she's such a whore who makes it seem so easy!"
He could see jealousy and lust written on her face as she fumed at the memories from last night's dream.
"Hold on a second, are you telling me you are jealous of yourself?"
She looked at him and her cheeks took a rosy hue. "A sluttier, whorier version of myself, yes!"
He laughed out loud and Sara looked at him with a defensive expression.
"You know that means you want to be a slutty whore, right?"
Her eyes widened as she blushed and looked back at the road. Andrew exploded in laughter. "Holy shit! I actually made you blush, after last night I didn't think that was possible."
Dodging around another car she continued blushing, while fighting back a smile. Andrew barely finished saying, "You are so adorable when you blush," before Sara shot a playful glower at him.
"Sexy, you look sexy when you blush." He corrected his statement.
She beamed at his revised wording. "If I could give you the same kind of pleasure as dream me, then I would be happy to become your whore."
