There is nothing hotter than a sports car driven by a beautiful woman. My mind raced ahead, as I pictured myself banging the heck of out her over the ...ack hatch of the car. It was, of course, all a fantasy, except there really was a hot looking woman in a little red two-seater sports convertible right in front of me.She moved into the right lane and slowed for an upcoming signal light. I pulled up beside her, a little afraid to look in her direction, afraid she might think I was some type of. "What the hell was that?!" Jordan whispered angrily at Eric."You remember my sister?" That was her?" Yeah." Well, how come she didn't recognize me?" Cause she was like eight and you were going through that emo scene phasewith all the piercings and multicolored hair. I think you maybe said twowords to her." Hey, I looked good!" I have a yearbook that begs to differ. But what are we gonna tell her?She's gonna keep asking until we tell her more about our...relationship." Well...just...tell her we. That night I had the most intense dream ever. This time it was me kneelingat the feet of Miss Rachel dressed in a PVC catsuit. I awoke drenched inmy own cum.The next few weeks were blissful. I missed more and more college, spendingas much time as possible dressed and counting the hours until my nextmeeting with Miss Rachel. She began to set me simple tasks, like puttingon a corset under my normal shirt, going into the local forest, removingthe shirt and taking a picture for her. She also made. I was having fun making high speed turns on the private drive, until I almost ran into a bison that was on the road. Good thing the car had top grade brakes. It wandered off, and I drove on, a little more cautiously.My first stop was my dad's election headquarters. The place was bustling with volunteers, including Ashley, my old girlfriend, but no sign of my dad or Sandra, my stepmom-to-be.Ashley, who was manning some phones, saw me and waved. "Kevin! You're looking good. You're so tan. I guess.