***** 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."
Andrew could tell that wasn't a joke, there was no sarcasm. She meant every single word. Looking at him she could see lust trying to hide behind his fake blue eyes, and she realized she had an opportunity for revenge.
"Just imagine, you're in class and Dr. Blake is droning on and on about stupid math things, but all you hear is, slurp, slurp, slurp from under your desk where I have your large hard cock buried deeply..." Sara moaned a little before continuing, "Into my throat."
The car jerked to the side as Sara darted around another slower moving vehicle before turning down the road towards school. Looking at Andrew she could see he was as turned on as she was by the idea of her lips wrapped around him. Despite wanting to pull off into a field, she pushed down her lust and said, "OK, so before we go in, there are two things."
Sara parked in an empty section of the parking lot. Reaching into the back seat she pulled forward a black grocery bag. Handing it to Andrew, she said with a playful smile, "You should probably change into one of those since you seem to be a messy little boy."
Reaching into the bag Andrew pulled out a package of adult diapers. His face flushed with embarrassment as he asked, "Really?"
Sara smiled at him with genuine love. "It's either these..." she tapped the package, "Or this..." she ran her hand over his hard dick and across a nearly invisible large wet spot on his black jeans. Licking her fingers she moaned before continuing, "It's your choice, but I know what I would choose."
Andrew blushed and nodded. "You would choose thirty minutes behind the gym, just like me."
Sara beamed at him and nodded emphatically before correcting, "I'm thinking more like two hours!" They both laughed while Andrew started taking off his pants to change.
"What was the second thing?" Andrew asked as he studied the package, figuring out how best to use the diaper.
"Well, I don't think you are going to like this one," she assured him as he looked at her with a raised eyebrow.
"You mean more than I like the diaper?"
Laughing, Sara explained, "Well, I'm going to try and take care of the Zack situation, and I don't want you freaking out."
Andrew studied her face as she watched him pulling on the diaper. Her eyes were fixated on his still hard dick. "What is your plan?" he asked her plainly, trying to get a sense of how worried he should be.
Sara grinned at him in mischief and asked, "You have money for bail, right?"
Andrew narrowed his eyes. "That's not funny. I want to know what you are planning!"
While he pulled on his pants, Sara poked him in the chest and stated in a firm voice, "My nerd." She then poked herself and said, "Your Guardian. Those were the terms and you need to let me do my job."
As Andrew tried to say something Sara interjected, "Hey, I don't tell you how to nerd do I? You need to let me do my job. I'm just trying to work over here." They both laughed and then Sara concluded, "Trust me, it won't be too bad." As Andrew nodded with renewed comfort, she snuck in, "Unless... No, it'll be fine."
When Andrew looked at her with concern, he could see that she was grinning at him. He sighed in resignation.
They both stepped out of the car, Andrew squirmed in discomfort as his body got used to the feeling of the diaper under his pants. He admired how good Sara looked in her loose jeans, a blouse and no bra. While Andrew slung the heavy rucksack over his shoulder he noticed that Sara's backpack could best described as an almost empty sack with thin arm straps.