The Bonding Chronicles Ch. 02

The young couple entered Andrew's bedroom. Sara looked around at the wall of books as she asked in surprise, "You're parents let you have the master bedroom?"

Andrew shrugged. "It's kind of a tradition at this point, and honestly, I just stopped fighting it."

Pointing towards the bathroom Andrew raised an eyebrow to Sara who smiled and shook her head. As he entered the bathroom, Sara began looking through his books. Finding them carefully and considerately organized.

She ran her hands over the spines as she saw that they covered topics from basic algebra through probability and statistics. She found a section on Physics, Home Improvements, Electrical Engineering. Many of the books seemed fairly new but most seemed like they had seen some pretty heavy use.

Kneeling down she spotted a large section of Role Playing books. Pulling one out she could see that it was heavily used. She flipped through the book where she found plentiful notes in the margins. Post-its with drawings and speculative comments littered most pages. As she closed the book replacing it on the shelf a hand gently settled on her shoulder.

"It's official, I'm a nerd."

Standing she smiled down at Andrew and grabbed his face as she said, "Yeah, but you're my nerd," before she tenderly kissed him. She pulled him into a hug and he could feel her protectiveness as she embraced him.

He knew that she would never let anyone hurt him, "And you are my sylvan guardian, my protector."

She held him tightly, bringing truth to his words. As they parted he said softly, "We have a promise to keep." He stepped away from her reluctantly. Grabbing himself over his shorts and twisting slightly Sara noticed a wet spot as he removed his hand. She could feel her own arousal start to kindle at the sight.

"Probably a good idea," she said regretfully.

He walked to the bed and patted it. "Would you mind sitting here?"

Raising an eyebrow at him she asked, "But I thought we just agreed?"

"Not for that, I want to show you something."

Her smile broadened as she said, "Phrasing."

He laughed while she came over and sat down. His penetrating eyes watched her carefully as he said, "Please don't freak out, and I apologize for misleading you before."

She became worried at his words, and concerned by his apprehensive tone. She was not used to him addressing her with that type of uncertainty. Sara knew that whatever he was going to tell her must be important.

He opened a small white case with two round wells in it that she assumed were for contact lenses. She idly wondered why he thought that needing contacts would be such a big deal. He carefully removed his first contact. Dipping the lense into the first well while keeping his eye closed he then carefully removed the second contact. He blinked a few times toward the ceiling before looking down at her and returning the second lens to the case before closing it.

As his light violet eyes focused on her, Sara lit up with adoration and excitement. She carefully studied his eyes in wonder as she realized that they were real. Sara whispered, "Just like the dream," as she moved her attention from one eye to the other.

Andrew's heart stopped as her words sank in, and Sara watched his eyes dilate.

"What dream?" Andrew asked in a husky voice that echoed with a thousand hopes. Sara blushed a deep red as lewd visions washed over her. Her sex inflamed and made her skin crawl with desire.

Looking at him she could see purple pools of seething lust following her expectantly. She looked toward the open door pointedly. Once she looked back she realized that he was too turned on to have realized what she meant. Only after she could see some intelligence return to his eyes did she look back towards the door. Confirming that he understood she gently touched his dick with a single finger. It was with tremendous will that she was able to keep herself from ripping his shorts off and trying to re-enact every debauched moment from her dream. Instead she held her hands about eight inches apart as she began to pant uncontrollably.

Realization hit him like a truck. Andrew began to breath heavily as he gently rubbed her throat with his hand. He massaged her with the same rhythm that she had used in her dream.

Despit themselves, and despite their promise, Sara slid off of the bed in front of Andrew who frantically took his cock out of his shorts. As quickly as it was out Sara took the head into her mouth and savored his flavor while she began to stroke his shaft. She slid her other hand into her pants and massaged her clit with the same pace she used on his shaft. Part of them knew that they had to remain quiet, which proved to be a herculean effort as Andrew struggled to fight back a loud moan.

Sara kept the head of his cock in her mouth as she licked his tip and quietly stroked his shaft. They both had their eyes closed as they relived the dream in their heads. Sara imagined Andrew's cock invading deep into her esophagus. Andrew pictured her bright amber feline irises staring at him, her pliant young body making every inch of him crave release.

Suddenly the sensation was gone. His wonderful cat woman vanished as he opened his eyes. He could see that Sara was still kneeling before him. She was looking intently at the doorway. Sara looked up at him with excitement as she took her wet hand from her pants.

She kissed him before wiping her warm thick juices across his mouth and running to the door. Andrew's balls ached as he stared at Sara for what felt like an eternity. After several seconds she turned off the light and returned to him. His confusion was evident in his expression as he idly licked his lips and stroked himself softly while he watched her. She picked him up and for a moment Andrew had a sense of helplessness as the extent of Sara's strength started to settle on him. She set him down on the bed gently.

As she pulled her shirt over her head revealing her breasts Andrew whispered, "What about my parents?"

She started pulling his shorts off while she smiled and said quietly, "I think they are going to be busy for awhile."

Choosing to ignore the meaning of her statement Andrew asked, "What about the promise?"

Again Sara looked at him with a raised eyebrow. She looked down at his slick cock. "Really?" Sara paused to look at him and then smiled, "If they are getting some, I sure as hell am."

Andrew winced at her direct reference to what his parents were doing. She laughed playfully. "What? Too far?"

He nodded before shaking his head at her. Andrew removed his shirt and Sara kicked off her pants as she knelt on the bed between his legs.

"Have you been having dreams of me sucking this beast here?" she asked as she gently grabbed his rock hard cock, causing it to jump in her hand. He nodded as a stream of pre-cum ran down her hand. The next thing he knew she began recreating the dream.

His orgasm was already building while she licked at the tip of his cock. Unlike in the dream he could see the devotion on her face as she stroked his shaft and her complete joy as she relished the taste of his pre-cum.

Reaching out he stroked her face. The few bumps and acne scars increased his arousal as they served to remind him that she was really there. Sara could feel her juices running down her thigh in expectation of what came next. Andrew reached into her hair as she looked up at him. Anticipation was mixed with pure devotion as he peered deeply into her light brown eyes.

Her eyes shone with playful challenge as she dared Andrew to take what he wanted from her. Her tongue lapped teasingly, the salty taste of his fluids caused her arousal to hit new peaks as she saw the longing and determination in Andrew's gaze building.

Sara saw the same lust and adoration in his face that she has seen every night for a week. Every night there was an undefinable aspect to the way Andrew looked at her. For the first time she knew what it was and it excited her. He wanted her to belong to him, he needed her to give herself to him completely.

As Andrew grasped her hair she moaned and her pussy ached while he forced her down his shaft. Unlike in the dream he stopped pulling before he bottomed out at the back of her throat. Sara whimpered in frustration. Andrew could sense her need for authenticity, but despite his naivete something in the back of his mind told him that she could not handle it yet.

She loved the feeling of having Andrew control her, but she wanted to feel him fully inside of her. She craved to have him in her throat, and while she knew that due to his actual size that desire would go largely unfulfilled she wanted to feel as close to that as she could. She luxuriated in the feeling of being guided up his shaft, tasting his cock sliding along her tongue. She silently missed the earth shattering orgasms from the dream that destroyed her mind while Andrew continued using her to please himself.

Sara found that she enjoyed the awareness she had of Andrew's passion and longing as she watched his face. As he pushed her back down Sara refused to stop when he tried to make her and she quickly bottomed out.

When her chin hit his balls, and the head of his dick hit her throat she gagged and sputtered violently around his cock. Andrew released her hair in alarm as his cock slid out of her mouth. Sara coughed while trying to swallow. Her pain and discomfort quickly replaced Andrew's lust with overwhelming concern.

Sara's throat and eyes burned from the bile that surged forward when Andrew bottomed out. Her esophagus continued to convulse as her heart raced. Sitting up he looked at her sympathetically as she wiped tears from her eyes and said between gasps, "OK... So... I guess I'm not really ready for that yet."

Andrew opened his arms to her, and as she saw the worried look on his face she fell into them, twisting so that he was holding her from behind. She sniffled as she said, "It was so natural, and you were so big in the dream that I just figured it would be easy."

Andrew squeezed her before saying, "I guess you didn't read the warning on my side 'Object may cause choking.'" As Sara wiped the acrid tears from her eyes they both laughed while relief settled over them.

Sensing her disappointment he stroked her side as he said, "That's OK, baby. We have plenty of time."

They lay together in silence for another five minutes, enjoying the comforting warmth and closeness. Sara raised her head and quietly said, "Time to get dressed," before bounding out of bed. She quickly found their clothes, getting dressed while throwing Andrew's at him.

"Whats going on?" Andrew asked in confusion as he put his underwear back on.

"I heard your parents bedroom door open!"

With that news Andrew began dressing more quickly. While Andrew finished, Sara went into the bathroom. Through the open door Andrew could hear the sink come on followed by the sound of gargling and finally the sounds of splashing water.

Sara appeared at the doorway holding a hand towel as she said with a pout, "Well I guess I should probably head home since there are no sleepovers." While she returned the towel to the bathroom she finished, "Until next week at least." Andrew could hear the excited smile in her voice.

"I still can't believe you asked my parents that."

"Why?" Sara walked back into the bedroom. "They are adults and they had to know we would be wrecking your room eventually."

Holding the side of his face she said warmly, "At least this way the cards are all on the table, and we know their boundaries."

Andrew blushed as he concluded, "Since we don't seem to have any boundaries of our own, you mean." They both laughed in the knowledge that his words were completely true.

"Ready?" Sara asked.

Andrew looked nervously towards the door. "Do you think they know?"

She smiled down at him and playfully said, "No, they were really, like, super busy while we were doing our thing." Sara enjoyed watching Andrew blush and shrink from the idea of his parents together like that. She found it nice that his parents still had that kind of connection.

Walking into the hallway they could see that the living room was empty. Taking Sara's hand Andrew walked towards the living room, noting that his parents bedroom door was closed. The air outside of their room had a distinctive musky odor. It reminded him of Sara's but less sweet, and he blushed as he realized what it was.

Sara silently laughed at Andrew's reaction, but also adored his bashfulness, finding it cute. For some reason it made her want to poke fun at it. While she smiled thinking about her new game they crossed the empty living room to the front door.

Exiting the house they found Dave standing barefoot, with no shirt and holding a beer as he looked around the night sky. His muscular back was glistening with sweat and Sara marveled at how sculptural his physique was. As if his body had been sculpted masterfully from marble. An example for all men to reach towards, but for few to ever achieve.

Dave looked over at them briefly as Andrew said, "Get in another fight with Zeus?"

Sara interjected, "More like Aphrodite, I think." She squeezed Andrew's hand and enjoyed watching him get uncomfortable as he looked down slightly. Dave took a long pull from his beer as he looked out over the treeline, a deep rumbling chuckle could be heard in his chest.

Sara's car was a small little red hatchback, caked in dirt and obviously not well maintained. As the young couple got close Dave asked, "Sara?"

They turned and she responded, "Yeah?" with a warm smile.

"Mind taking Andrew to school tomorrow?"

Sara's face took a mischievous edge as she asked, "Sleepover?"

Raising a single eyebrow Dave looked at Sara with a stern expression and she shrugged, as if to say, "Worth a try," and then responded with a laugh, "Yeah, no problem."

Dave and Andrew shook their heads as Dave again returned his attention to nothing in particular. Sara turned to Andrew. "I guess I will see you tomorrow morning then." Happiness clearly evident in her words as Andrew grabbed the back of her neck and pulled her down into a gentle kiss.

She moaned lightly, and as they parted she whispered, "not fair."

Andrew smiled at her, savoring the lust that he heard in her voice, and the knowledge that he purposefully made her feel it.

"I guess I deserved that," she whispered before running to the driver's side of her car.

Waving to Andrew's father she yelled, "Good night, Dave. Tell Michelle I said 'Good job'..." she paused for a moment before continuing, "'On dinner.' Yeah, good job on dinner."

Dave smiled, and as her car roared to life. They both watched Sara's car drift down the driveway before it turned and disappears behind the trees. Chuckling to himself as he thought about his amazing and playful girlfriend Andrew walked back to the house.

Still looking into the distance his father said, "G'night, son," before taking another pull from his beer.

"Good night, dad." Andrew vanished into the house.

Dave stood looking out into the night as he struggled to reconcile the events of his son's day and this unexpectedly intense relationship that seemed to have come from nowhere. He idly repositioned his sensitive and satiated member as he basked in the warm knowledge that his family was quiet and safe behind him.

His wife laid sated and asleep, naked in his bed. His son seemed to be coming into his own and he smiled realizing that moving to Washington might have been the best thing that ever happened to his family.